#imagine being taunted with the prospect of being told you could go home if you only did what people claimed to be impossible

[alexanderlightweight]

Could you do a continuation of the prompt where Trueblood Alec got summoned like an angel?

here we go! okay so this is officially tilted 'devotion across worlds' because it's alec fucking trueblood and you know he and is shadows are going to be little shits until he gets home. even if he does have a soft spot for Magnus Bane's in general, he has a very specific one that he wants to crawl home in bed with.

i hope you enjoy <3 lumine

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“You’re not Magnus.” His angel says and it’s the first thing he says when he wakes up. It’s clear he’s no longer disoriented and he’s looking at Magnus differently now, his eyes filled with dark wariness and Magnus sighs, because this could be going so much better.

“I am Magnus.” He retorts, because not even an angel gets to deny who he is, even one as beautiful and enchanting as this one.

“Not my Magnus—” his angel bites back after a moment, looking even more unsettled at the prospect that Magnus is indeed, some form of his Magnus.

“Terribly sorry to be myself.” Magnus teases and it earns him a flustered scowl and he can see a hint of pink on his angel’s ears.

He’s so utterly charming and Magnus wants dearly to find out how to keep him here, because surely if an angel is so devoted to one version of him, he could learn to care for another.

It’s with that thought in mind that Magnus begins to plan.

“If I get you a glass of water, you won’t eat it, will you?” Magnus checks warily, because he hasn’t forgotten what his angel said, and he’s met with a bewildered, insulted look.

“No? Why would I eat a glass of water?”

“Well excuse me for asking,” Magnus says dryly, summoning and handing him one, “you’re the one who told me you ate a cup.”

His angel jerks, water sloshing over his fingers and Magnus is about to helpfully dry him, when something dark reaches out plucks a napkin off the tray. Wiping his angel’s fingers and wrists like Magnus had wanted to do.

“Fuck—” he mutters and it’s Magnus’ turn to be shocked.

“An angel using mundane swears!”

“Wha— oh, the wings. No, I’m not an angel, Magnus. I’m just a nephilim. My name is Alec Trueblood, I’m the Head and Commander of the New York Institute in my world.” He sounds utterly confused, as if he’s never had to explain this before, which means that it’s something normal where he’s from.

“So nephilim have wings in your world?” Magnus asks curiously, wondering what other differences there are and he turns back just in time to see Alexander choke on his water again.

“No just me, it wasn’t exactly on purpose, and it can’t be replicated.” Alexander mutters and around him the shadows writhe and Magnus wonders if they’re connected to whatever has given this lovely angel his wings.

“And you know me.” Magnus tries, sliding closer and giving a smooth smirk as he reaches out and boldly runs his fingers over Alexander’s arm.

“I know my Magnus.” Alexander says, stepping away. Like he isn’t practically taunting Magnus with the possessives coming off his tongue, “who is going to be very irked that I’m missing our date. This is the second time I’ve canceled this week.”

“Surely he’ll be understanding.” Because Magnus couldn’t imagine being upset at a delay in a date if the date was with Alexander.

“He will be, until he realizes I got summoned somewhere and then he’s going to be in an utter mood.” Alexander looks warily around himself, as if he’s still not exactly sure how to feel about what’s going on. “He doesn’t mind if I miss dates because I’m busy. He hates when I miss a date because someone else interfered.”

“Well, crossing worlds and dimensions is a bit tricky, especially in such a seemingly permanent manner.” Magnus waggles his eyebrows and gets a stern, unimpressed look though he sees a hint of softness in hazel eyes. Clearly, despite his best efforts, Alexander isn’t wholly unaffected by another version of whatever Magnus is to him in the world he’s from. “I’m happy to help you darling, for a price of course.”

“The price being?” Alexander asks him, wary and dry as if he doesn’t trust Magnus.

“Your delightful company as long as you’re in this world, and perhaps a kiss from an angel for a little divine luck?”

“Still not an angel, Magnus.” Alexander mutters but he’s looking at Magnus consideringly and then he sighs, stepping forward and sealing that last bit of space between them.

Magnus is delighted and a little surprised by how easily this is going but then, instead of an amorous, heated and perhaps even angry kiss — he’s being chastely, sweetly kissed at the corner of his eye.

His unglamoured eyes are staring at Alexander in shock as he pulls back and then leans forward to kiss the corner of the other eye.  Then Magnus’ face is being cupped by large, calloused and oh-so gentle hands as his forehead is tenderly kissed as well.

“There, it’s not divine but it is a ritual for good luck kisses.” Alexander looks a bit wary but there’s also the tiniest hint of pink on the shell of his ears, hidden behind his hair. “Ragnor taught me it when I was little and when I met my Magnus, well he’s never disagreed.”

Magnus can’t even unpack everything about that sentence because of course his Magnus never disagreed.

Not when even Magnus himself can recognize such a specific trio of kisses.  It seems some things are truly the same, including the comforting habit Ragnor and Cat both created, when Magnus was at his lowest and hated his eyes the most.

To be touched this gently, this tenderly and sweetly from someone not them and know that even this small bit of affection is sincere, is almost too much for Magnus.

Especially when he knows that Alexander is staring directly into his golden eyes and not flinching or looking away.

Alexander steps away and Magnus has to fight himself to let him, because now he has to rethink everything. If that other Magnus is anything like himself, then he’s not going to want to let Alexander go, and Magnus is going to have to figure out if he’s going to end up fighting himself.

Because Magnus doesn’t have to know what exactly Alexander and his counterpart are to each other.

He wants it.

Whatever it is, whatever he can take and get of it, he craves it desperately.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #immortal husbands #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[flufflebones]

started thinking about mimas and dia’s relationship and realized that its doomed from the start because mimas is so chronically responsible and so impossibly grudge-holdy and dia’s. dia.

and that isnt to say that she doesnt care about him or that its Just because of those things but those are probably the major points of contention between them and once she realizes what happened with lucifer.... grimacing emoji

#mimas #i dont know if my drawings can convey the emotions she feels in the moment but rest assured theyre not good emotionis #imagine being taunted with the prospect of being told you could go home if you only did what people claimed to be impossible #doing that impossible thing #and then finding out that No Actually You Can't #and when asked *why* the only answer the person holding the key can give you is 'because program' #and then the answer you get when you ask why you were lied to is just 'i figured youd give up or fail' #and your family is about to fall apart but the exchange program is so important to someone you trusted (vaguely) #that you cant even guarantee that hed be understanding if you bared your throat to him and told him *why* #so you come back home. and you're devastated. the ice youve kept up for months is rapidly shattering and you're hoping against hope that #youll have more time that your family will last just a little longer so you can say goodbye #and for the first time you almost regret being so cold to the brothers #so dismissive #because you want to think about anything but this #but youre alone #you're alone and you're scared and you just crave home whatever shape it comes to you in #and it comes to you in the form of lucifer who thinks you're about to do something stupid but when he busts in he finds you sat at your desk #head in your arms #utterly defeated. everything youve worked toward for the last few months has been a lie. #and when he asks what happened he expects you to freeze him out to tell him to go fuck himself #but you tell him to close the door and come sit #and he does! and by the time everything is said and done lucifer understands. he gets why youve been so desperate to leave. #and maybe he helps. who knows!

[yandere-sins]

The Fox Wedding - RUN [Bad End]

Summary: You are to marry the fox spirit Kita Shinsuke after you accidentally agreed to become his wife by signing the deed to your new home. A contract is a contract, he says, but is there more to this marriage than you know? Will you be whisked away by one of the foxy twins instead, or have to marry Kita after all? Can you be with a creature that only seems tender on the surface, or will you try to run even if it might cost you your life? Choose your route carefully, you never know what these foxes are up to!

Characters: Kitsune!Kita Shinsuke, Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Major Character Death, Blood mention, Death mention, Animal attack, Gore, Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced/Unhealthy Relationships

What makes a human life worthwhile?

Was it the prospect of forming a family? The continual circle of birth, life, and death? Was it the growing as a person that gave each individual worth? Learning how to laugh and love? Long, thoughtful nights and the achievement of creating something? Relationships, conversations, experiences, are those the things that made it worth to live? 

Or was it pain, fear, and fight? Would your worth rise if you had to clench your teeth and run until your lungs threatened you to give up if you didn’t stop and rest? Could your life only gain worth from being so scared that your body trembled, but your senses heightened in an attempt to be warier of your surroundings? Every inch of your body was feelable, every muscle straining to get your attention. The perfect coordination of orders to follow was only achieved by panic and fear of falling into the hands of the people you had to get away from.

Or their paws.

Or their teeth.

These and so many other unimportant questions plagued your mind as you stumbled over roots and against trees as if you were in a haze. Was the brain capable of enduring as much fear as you were feeling, or was the reason for your questions that it was unable to continue feeling this way? Going numb would have been a preferable action, as well as a deadly one. As such, it kept you occupied, one way or another.

A loud bang resounded from behind you. It was still far away but too close at the same time. The loud crashing of a tree in the distance was only spurring you on, spreading panic as you questioned what kind of creature could break down a whole tree. You weren’t clever. You didn’t actually know an answer to that. 

You didn’t want to know.

Thicket scratched at your skin, broke it, and drew blood as if it were a hundred deadly arms reaching for you, their nails scratching as they tried to grab you. Nothing in this forest wanted to let you go. Not the trees, not the bushes, not him. 

Of course, you had regrets now that you chose to run. You regretted being an idiot and doing this to yourself even though there had been so many warnings. Not one of the fox people had advised you to run - at least at your own. But you couldn’t wait for a prince in shining armor. Or fur. You could wait for nobody to save you from this fate. Breaking out when you found some loose stones around the window of your cell, without proper clothing or a sense of direction, is nothing anyone would suggest you do, but then again: what else could you do?

However, most of all, you deeply regretted that you weren’t running faster.

It was almost as if it was taunting you, the heavy footsteps galloping after you. They weren’t created by feet, but you could recognize them as something very different. Perhaps watching these nature documentaries had been a waste of time, but at least they made you remember the sound of bears running through forests, their big bodies producing a hollow, echoing sound. 

Not one inch of your brain wanted to acknowledge what was after you, but you were sure it wasn’t a bear. 

Somehow, you wished it was. A creature that wasn’t sentient like a human would be just as deadly, but you imagined that it would be less awful than what awaited you. Even if your body still ran and ran some more, way beyond the point of exhaustion, inside of you, you were slowly losing hope. 

Maybe hope is what makes life worthwhile, you thought quietly as you kept pushing forward. Only the sounds of your breathing and gasps left your mouth as you tripped over roots on the ground, but never words. Hope could create inspirations and aspirations. It ‘made mountains move’ and saved people from their worst selves if they could stay hopeful. So when had you given up the hope to escape?

Was it when Kita locked you into that cell? When he mentioned the contract? When these two fox brothers visited you but got sent away? Somewhere along the line, you must have lost it, though perhaps, only just recently, when you realized you had been found out. If this hadn’t felt like a hunt rather than a chase, maybe you could have stayed hopeful. But no matter how hard it was to look truth in the eye, you knew you were the prey of a creature you shouldn’t have messed with. All you wanted was to get out. Out of the forest, out of the vicinity of the monster chasing you. 

Out of this seemingly endless nightmare. 

If you were to die here, could you say your life had been worth something? Did you always do the things you wanted to do or was breaking out from the prison of the foxes your only glorious achievement? Would you leave earth with regrets or regret leaving? 

These questions were the last you could think about before the hellish pain of long, sharp fangs puncturing your torso tore you out of it. How nice would it have been to die instantly on impact, unable to feel how the jaw clenched down, your lungs pierced, and your shoulder entirely crushed by force? Hear the bones cracking in the back of your mind and your arms and legs going limb? 

You had imagined death differently. Even if you were unsure how you imagined it, you didn’t think it would be this way. There was so much pain that it stopped hurting. Briefly, the feeling of blood pouring out of you and dripping down your body was noticeable before it disappeared, too, as your ability to feel stopped. You realized in your mind that you shouldn’t have been able to turn your head, but pressed by adrenaline and the last, untorn nerves, you did, looking into the gleaming eyes of your monster. With a head as big as your whole body, you could only recognize the shimmering, white fur. The beautiful blue shine was mesmerizing, captivating you in these last moments of your life. Long tails waved in the far corner of your vision, and blue light illuminated this creature, making you wish it wasn’t so darn beautiful to look at, so you could have felt anything but astonishment.

The next thing you knew, the jaw around you loosened, making you drop to the ground, the last parts of your body that still twitched and jerked starting to cease their movements. In awe, you got to see how the beast turned back into the form of a human, your eyesight growing weaker by the second the more blood you lost, but you were still able to recognize the face that stepped closer, crouching down beside you. 

In your head, you formed the thoughts to taunt Kita, rub it into his face how you escaped. Had you been able to, you’d have told him you’d never marry him and that he should stop crying like a child. But you were unable to. Gripping the only hand still intact tightly, Kita brought it to his face, nuzzling it. Blood - your blood - was smeared all over his face, and he kept taking deep, pained breaths of anguish. Even now, he seemed dignified, mourning the death of his beloved, and even now, you despised him for it, thinking he had no right. 

“No… no…” he lamented, and you thought that it was unfair he got to cry small blue tears about you while you weren’t able to control what was going on with your body. 

“I’m so sorry, [Name]! I’m so sorry… I… I couldn’t control it… I was so angry and hurt… I couldn’t…”

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of other creatures approached, and Kita took a deep breath. As if he could hide these emotions he was feeling by simply pushing them deeper inside of him, he bit his lips to keep them locked inside before deciding he’d rather kiss the back of your hand with his mouth. “Forgive me,” he whispered. “Please… forgive me.”

What kind of man or creature could sit by the side of the person they claimed they loved, mauled, and then ask for forgiveness? His hand brushed over your head as if to comfort you, and you heard more voices approaching, though they turned quiet as they understood what was going on. Someone said something you didn’t understand, and Kita only muttered, “Not yet,” in return. His eyes never left you, and finally, you realized that this was how you were going to die.

By Kita’s side.

Ah, if only you could have said something to him. Something that would have haunted him for the rest of his life if he truly cared for you as much as he assured you before. Finally, you understood these novels where people sought revenge against others. Though it was probably your body torn apart, but it was as if something was eating you from the inside, this intense desire to at least have an impact on your murderer’s life. Take some of the worth from him just like he had taken from you. 

“Do you remember--”

His sentences started to become incomplete. Kita’s mouth moved, but you didn’t hear what he was saying. It was hard to see now, your vision was not blurry, but you couldn’t focus anymore. 

“--- fox --- gave me --- we --- never ---”

Then, your name. Again. Your shoulders shaking, but all you could focus on was how hard it was becoming to breathe. 

“--- don’t leave --- I love ---”

Taking your last breath felt almost like taking a big gulp of water and breathing out afterwards. 

And then it was dark. 

It should have been different. Your whole life should have been different. Moving to Japan should have been a new start to an entirely new chapter, but it led to the worst decision you had ever made. Perhaps you shouldn’t have run away. Maybe you should have stayed and embraced the marriage. Or you could have waited just a little bit longer for someone who’d keep you safe after all. Even if you had accepted the marriage, something good could have come out of it, and you should have just taken what you could. 

But you didn’t. You died in the arms of the creature you wanted to get away from. The person you despised the most for putting you into this situation and killing you. Are you sure this is the path you wanted to take?

Was it worth it to risk your life?

Or will you try again?

➤   Go back to the prologue to change your fate

➤   Stay dead

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine Being Sirius’s Daughter (Part Four)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

-The last day of Summer break you asked Remus if it was okay that you went to Hogwarts, which he at first wasn’t sure if he wanted to agree to, but he could see in your eyes that you weren’t going to let it go.

-When you arrived he thought you were going to go straight to Dumbledore’s office, so imagine his surprise when he saw you start towards the dungeons. He decided to go to Dumbledore’s office, knowing that he was not wanted where you were going.

-You lightly knocked on Snape’s office door, to which his nasally, groaning tone leaked through the wooden door, “Come in.”

-When he saw it was you, he looked disappointed, “Miss Black, I was unaware the moon would be full tonight.”

“It’s not, I just wanted to come talk.”

“About? If it is regards to the grade the Weasley boys received last term, it is too late to change.”

“No, it is about him.” Snape looked away, he never imagined the daughter of one of his bullies would ever come to discuss the Potter boy with him.

“My father tells me that you used to be close with my Aunt Lily, that was until she started dating Uncle Prong.” You stated, not revealing the real reason, since you were sure that Snape regretted calling Lily a mudblood, “Harry is starting school tomorrow.”

“I am aware.” Snape hissed

“Are you okay?” You asked, as he lifted his head towards you again, “I mean this is the son of the woman you love.”

“Yes, and you are the child of the man who killed them. Now your spineless father might not have been the one holding the wand that stopped Lily’s heart, but he might as well have.” He hissed, advancing towards you, “You want to know why I have never liked you Miss Black, it isn’t because of how your father treated me, or how I was the test subject for your uncle Prong, or that I lost your aunt Lily. Oh no foolish girl it is because you act just like your father, reckless, pompous, ignorant... I am shocked your friends haven’t figured out you will probably turn on them just as fast as your father did. I can’t stand the sight of you because when I look at you, I see the man who turned on the Potter’s, who told the Dark Lord exactly where they were to kill them.” Snape was in your face now, his hook nose close to yours as he hissed, “Now get out.”

-You left immediately, tears brimming your eyes as you hurried towards Dumbledore’s office. When you got there Remus looked towards you immediately, and saw the sorrow in your eyes. His long legs carried him quickly towards you, before engulfing you in his arms, and pulling you into his chest. Your voice barely auditable as you muttered, “I would like to drop Potions.”

-Later that night you went to Hagrid’s, figuring he wouldn’t be there, cause it was dinner time for a certain three headed dog that Hagrid had been hiding in the forest for several years. You loved Fluffy, and normally when Hagrid would go to feed him you would tag along. So when you opened the door to see Hagrid standing at the fire you couldn’t help but raise some questions.

-He told you the bare minimum, he wasn’t able to reveal much to you, at the request of Dumbledore. But he told you that Fluffy was guarding something for Dumbledore, and that no matter what, you couldn’t bring up the fact that you knew about Fluffy, or the music. You agreed.

-The day you were supposed to get on the train, you woke up early and made Remus breakfast. Eggs Benedict, sausage, bacon, and strawberries lined the kitchen table as you pours some orange juice into the clear glass cups, the pot of coffee brewing. You knew that today was going to be hard, since Remus never liked saying goodbye to you, but today was going to be extra difficult, for both of you.

-While you cooked you had no idea how you would react to seeing the boy you were supposed to grow up with. The last time you had seen Harry was Halloween in 1981, when you were two. You also wondered how Remus would react, I mean this was the boy that should have also been calling him Uncle Mooney, the son of his best friends who were violently taken from the world too young. You couldn’t imagine the pain he would feel.

-When he awoke, and trudged into the kitchen he yawned, “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Excited to start your third year?” He joked as you turned your head slightly, “Course I am.”

“Do you remember what classes you chose?” He joked, already knowing that when you filled out the list you made sure to pick classes that you knew the Weasley would take.

“Yes Uncle Mooney.” You smiled, before taking his empty plate and serving up the freshly cooked breakfast.

-You both ate in silence, before Remus cleared his throat, “Have you heard from your dad in a while?”

“Not since June.” You muttered, “You?”

“No, he hasn’t written me in a while Love.”

-When you were finished you loaded the dishes into the sink, ready to clean them, however Remus stopped you, “I’ll do those later my Love, do you have your trunk packed?”

“Course I do, triple checked it last night.” You smiled as you looked towards him, ready to face the world.

“Good, better grab it then, would hate for you to be late, cause than who will entertain the boys?”

“Lee can handle it, I promise.”

“sure he can.”

- When you and Remus arrived on the platform you immediately looked around for Lee, Fred, and George, however you saw none of them. You turned towards Remus, ready to tell him you would stay with him and wait, but when you turned you saw he was scanning the platform as well. You knew it wasn’t for your friends however.

-When you finally caught sight of the Twins they had just run through the barrier, and went racing towards you, the two leaving their carts to hug you. However before you could say a word you saw a face you hadn’t seen in almost 10 years. His hair was shaggy, and a dark, chocolate brown, his skin was fair, his body was engulfed in clothes clearly too large for him, which caused him to look as though he was lean and tall. He was looking around the platform in wonder, a snow owl sitting atop his trunk, as his broken frames hung from his nose. You could see the shimmer of his green eyes, your Aunt’s eyes, but if it wasn’t for those eyes you would have sworn you were looking at the face of your Uncle Prongs.

-Your eyes immediately watered, but that didn’t stop you from turning to look at your Uncle Mooney, his own eyes transfixed on him, as a tear freely fell down his face. You broke away from the twins without a word, and hugged Remus, who was looking at Harry Potter as though he was an old friend.

-When Remus got to the car, he shut the door, and immediately broke down. The tears flowing like a river as he beat the steering wheel and screamed. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Harry didn’t get to have his parents, it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t grow up with you, it wasn’t fair that he was dressed in hand-me-down clothes and his glasses were broken, it wasn’t fair that he looked like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in 10 years, It wasn’t fair that Dumbledore didn’t just give Harry to him like he had you. It wasn’t fair that he lost his best friends, it wasn’t fair that his best friend killed them, it wasn’t fair… None of it was fair. As Remus screamed into the empty void of the car his tears were falling faster and faster at the thought of how unfair life had been for both Harry Potter and [Y/N] Black. 

-When he finally drove home, he dragged his feet into the eerily quiet cabin, the room was dark, and cold. He slowly advanced towards the armchair and sunk into it, and let his thoughts consume him.

-When you boarded the train you couldn’t find Lee, so you and Fred snagged an empty booth while George went to find him. As soon as the door was closed though Fred looked at you, “Why do you look spooked?”

“Huh?” You looked towards him

“Well you took one look at that kid who went through the barrier with us, and your whole demeanor changed, and now you just look sad.”

“Remember when Uncle Remus was telling us stories last summer about my dad, and Uncle James?”

“Yeah, they both were bloody brilliant.” Fred smiled as you looked into his eyes, noticing as well the smallest smudge of dirt on his nose, “Well that was my Uncle Jame’s son. We haven’t seen him since he was 1, and honestly I doubt he even remembers us. Seeing him was like looking at my Uncle James again.”

-Later when George returned he sat down in amazement, “Lee is hanging out with the cool kids, but you’re never gonna guess what Ronny just told me?”

“What?” Fred replied, but you already had a feeling what the news was gonna be.

“That kid that ran into the barrier after us, that’s Harry Potter, the Harry Potter.”

“Wicked.” Fred smiled, however his eyes then grew large as he looked towards you, your head turned towards the window.

-When you were all getting off, Fred and George looked over at Lee and stuck their tongues out at him, causing you to smile slightly.

-At the feast Lee slid into the spot next to George, which of course led to a series of teasing, “Oh look who decided to join the big boys again?” George teased

“Who are you again, Levi, Jason, Kevin?” Fred taunted

“Oh what Lee, did the girls turn you down?” You asked with a smile as Lee rolled his eyes, expecting nothing less then that from the group of you.

“Haha very funny guys, and for your information [Y/N], Angelina actually agreed to go to Hogsmade with me on our first trip.”

-The boys immediately started to chatter about the prospect of Lee making moves on Angelina, but your attention was pulled away by the doors of the great hall swinging open. As always a hoard of 11 year olds filed into the great hall, McGonagall leading them towards the hat that would decide their house. As the pack pasted your eyes were searching for one little boy, but instead you found Ron, who wasted no time waving at you and the boys as he passed. Waving back though you saw the boy beside him, and watched as he continued to walk away, as you did, you caught the eyes of Snape, his own eyes glued to the boy whose face would remind him of yet another one of his childhood tormentors.

-As they called the children one by one you couldn’t help but chuckle at Fred and George’s banter, “Imagine if Ronnie gets put in Slytherin, Mum would have a heart attack.”

“I don’t think he would ever be cut out for Slytherin, honestly with how much he eats, he will probably be a Hufflepuff, that way he is closer to the kitchen.”

-Before you could add your two cents into the topic, you heard his name, “Ronald Weasley.”

You watched the small ginger boy approaching the stool, and as he went to sit down you shot him a reassuring smile, knowing there was only house where the Weasley Family belonged. The hat didn’t even touch his ginger hairs before it screamed out, “Gryffindor!”, causing your whole friend group to erupt into cheers, as George and Lee scooted over to make room for the newest lion.

-After a few more minutes you heard his name, a hush overtook the hall as some whispered, “The Harry Potter?”

-As he approached the stool, Dumbledore’s eyes found yours, your frame leaning forward as you waited for the hat to speak, praying he would go anywhere but Slytherin. You had no idea that Dumbledore was even watching how you reacted, knowing that you wanted nothing more then for him to be in Gryffindor, that way you could finally get to know the boy whom was supposed to practically be your cousin.

-Fred’s hand slipped to your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, he was the only one who knew how much the hat’s words would affect you. He was praying that he got gryffindor, that way it was easier for you to befriend him.

-When the hat screamed out Gryffindor, you and the boys all rose to your feet, along with the rest of the table, and cheered. Your cheer was by far the loudest. The small boy made his way towards you, and plopped right next to you, across from Ron, and the guys leaning around you to clap him on the shoulder.

-Once the sorting was over, and the food had appeared you all began introducing yourselves to the first years. George of course lead the introductions, “So this is Lee, the charmer who has the loudest voice, I’m George, The handsome twin, this is Fred, the slightly less handsome twin, and that’s [Y/N], she is basically our mum.”

“Mum would be pissed if she heard that.” Ron replied, as he stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes, causing you to smile, “No Ronnie, she would absolutely agree.”

-You couldn’t help but look at Harry out of the corner of your eye as you all chattered at the feast table.

-That night when Percy took all the first years to the common room, you stayed at the table with the boys, just chatting and catching up. That was until Professor Dumbledore appeared behind George and Lee, his eyes on you as you looked up from Lee’s story and made eye contact with the headmaster. “Miss Black, a word?”

“Course headmaster.” You replied, quickly swinging out of the table before watching him go back down the aisle towards the facility table, your motions matching his in the opposite aisle until you both met at the end, without even a look he made his way towards the hidden chamber hidden underneath the Great Hall, the floor littered in the many treasures of Hogwarts, fully carpeted, the fire roaring as McGonagall slowly rose from the chair placed infront of the fire.

“Minerva, Albus, what if the meaning of this?” You asked, eyebrow arched as Dumbledore took a soft breath, “Your uncle informed me your first year that you were in corespondences with your father.”

“Firstly, the people I am in contact with is no importance to you, and secondly, why are you choosing now to make this a topic of conversation?”

-He was quiet for a second, his long finger going to his half moon spectacles to push them farther up his crooked nose, before he turned his head to look at McGonagall. However just by the expression on both of their faces you knew.

“You think I am going to tell him about Harry...” you whispered.

“We are just concerned for the boy [Y/N]. You have seen the state of the boy, and I have seen his family, they are horrid muggles. We don’t want him to deal with a harder life then he already has, and many death eaters would love to...” McGonagall started, however you were quick to cut her off.

“Then you shouldn’t have ever let him go to them, you should have sent him straight to us, Remus was one of the Potter’s best friends, and in the event of my father being wrongly accused...”

“James and Lily stated they didn’t want to send him to Mooney!” Dumbledore’s voice was raised as your eyes grew in frustration, “They specifically stated if something were to happen to them, if Harry was in need of rehoming... he was to go to either your father, or his Aunt Petunia. Seeing how your father was unable to care for him, we respected the Potter’s wishes and sent him to live with Lily’s sister.”

“Yet he was good enough to raise me?” You snapped.

“It was what your father would have wan...”

“What my father wanted.” You interrupted him with a chuckle, “What my father wanted was to raise his own daughter, for someone to defend him when he was framed for murdering his friends, yet None of you saved him from Azkaban. So do not tell me about what my father wanted Albus.”

-A pause lingered in the air after your words slipped from your lips, your blood boiling as you hissed, “I didn’t plan on telling my father a word anyway, so if you will excuse me, I would like to go back to my common room?”

“You are dismissed Miss Black.” Dumbledore’s voice was soft as you stormed from the hidden room and into the Great Hall, not even stopping to talk to the boys, who all turned to see you leave when they saw Fred perk up.

-When the grand doors slammed behind you, Lee mumbled, “What do you think they said to piss her off so badly?”

-He got no reply, because as soon as the door slammed both Weasley boys were up, and hurrying towards the door themselves, hoping you hadn’t gotten too far.

-They saw you on the stairs, you were almost to the Fat Lady when George called out, “[Y/N]!” This caused you to stop your ascension up the stairs, your hand gripping the railing as they also stopped, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just.... I’m just tired.”

“Bullshit, we know when you’re lying [Y/N].” Fred replied as you gave a dry chuckle, “Nothing gets past you two does it?”

“Nope, we figured after all this time you would have figured that out by now.” George replied, as you slowly turned, your eyes red and glassy as the tears threatened to fall, causing George and Fred to Easter no time bolting up the stairs, and almost tackling you onto the steps as they hugged you.

-They sat in the common room with you, they got the small table you all always sat at and pulled out the Wizard Chess board. George looked at you and smiled, “Ready to lose Black?”

“In your dreams Georgie.” You forced a smile, as Fred looked between the two of you, a smile on his face as you moved your pawn to D4.

-Each twin took a turn playing you, and acted baffled when you won. However you knew they were letting you win, cause when it came to games the Weasley Twin sometimes went for blood.

-After you played both twins once, you looked at them, “So now you and George are gonna destroy each other.”

“Bullshit, I want a rematch.” George barked, playfully pushing Fred from the seat as you smiled, Fred dramatically fell out of the chair and pretended to scoff at his brother as he took the observer’s spot.

-After round 2 against Fred, the younger Weasley, and Harry had joined the table, each standing on a side of George as you easily took Fred’s king. “You are getting sloppy.” Ron voiced.

“You think you can do better Ronald?” Fred asked, eyebrow raised, “You try.”

“Is that okay?” Ron asked you, a blush spreading across his cheeks as you grinned, “Course Ronnie, Fred, Move.”

-Ron won against you, a grin on his face as his knight claimed victory against your king. “You definitely cheated.” You joked

-Ron looked at Harry, “Harry, you wanna try? I promise playing against [Y/N] is easy.”

“I haven’t a clue how to play.” He whispered, as you joked, “It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you.”

-When Harry took the seat across from you, you turned the board around, making it so that he was allowed to make the first move. “You just gotta tell them where you want them to go.”

-The whole time you played, you were giving tips to him, along with the three ginger boys, however whenever Harry had a question, he asked you.

-Harry won the first game, to which he smiled wide, “I won?”

“Looks that way, now one of them have to try to beat you.” You smiled, looking to Fred, “Wanna try knocking him out Freddie?”

“Alright, but I’m not gonna go easy on him just cause he is a first time player.” Fred replied as you switched spots. However Harry looked over to you, “think you could... maybe...”

-He didn’t even have to finish the question, your feet guiding you to the small space between his seat and the wall, your arms crossed as you watched, offering help to him whenever he asked.

-He won against all of the Weasleys, the last one he played was George, who replied, “You know it is no far that it was 2 against 1.”

“And he’s never played before, we did the same thing when Charlie taught Ginny how to play when she was 5.”Ron replied, as George crossed his arms, “Yes but Charlie didn’t have our strategies memorized like [Y/N].”

“You’re just pouting because a first timer beat you, don’t worry Georgie, your ego will bounce back.” You smiled.

-After Harry beat George, the two younger boys excused themselves to their corridors, while George stretched and muttered something about going to his trunk quickly to get the prank journal. When he left the table Fred looked at you, “So your dad was best friends with the Potters?”

“Yeah, he was.” You whispered, “They basically were family to my dad, like I called his parents my grandparents. Uncle Remus told me that James was the first person other than his mum to see me, and that when I was a baby I adored him, I would cry whenever him or Aunt Lily left the room. I still have pictures too from their wedding in my room, not a day goes by that I don’t think about them.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” His hand stretched towards your hand, as it slowly cupped around yours.

“I figured it wasn’t important.” You lied. Truth was you didn’t want him to put it together, you were scared that you would lose all of them if they knew your dad was in Azkaban, for betraying the Potter’s.

-Fred’s hand didn’t leave yours, even when George returned to discuss all the pranks they had plotted without you. It felt comfortable, and while you and Fred thought nothing of it, George definitely noticed.

-When you all finally went your separate ways to go to bed, George bumped his twin on the shoulder, “So are we gonna talk about that?”

“About what?”

“About what, this boy tells me about what, as though him and [Y/N] haven’t been holding hands for over an hour.” George muttered, as Fred smiled, “Honestly George, it’s not a big deal.”

“Fred, just ask her to Hogsmeades already.” He instructed, “That way I can stop watching you try to suppress your feelings towards her.”

-When the boys went to Potions that morning, they were so excited that their first class was with you. However their smiles fell when you weren’t there at your normal table. The next class they had was Care of Magical Creatures, and when they saw you there, George was the first to state, “You missed Potions?”

“Sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you, I... Ummm dropped potions. I have a private tutoring lesson now for it with Dumbledore.” You replied.

-Both boys went up to McGonagall later that day, and asked if she could ask Dumbledore if they could join you. When she asked, his smile grew, “Of course they can join.”

-Dumbledore apologized for his outburst when you went to his office for the potion lesson, to which you stated, “All is forgiven.”

-Your father still hadn’t written you.... which was concerning. However it didn’t stop you from writing to him daily.

-You wrote to Remus about what Albus said to you, to which he replied by writing Albus a long letter explaining that if he ever did that again, he would be going to Hogwarts directly to correct the interaction.

-A week after classes started, Fred walked up beside you, “Hey [Y/N]?”

“Yes Freddie?”

“You know how we are going to be going to Hogsmeade at the end of the month?”

“You mean we aren’t sneaking into Hogsmeade for once in the dead of night and going legitimately now, when everything is open?” You replied with a grin, as you reflected on all the times you used the Marauders Map to sneak into the village, hoping Charlie, and Percy never saw you.

“Yeah, well I was wondering if you would wanna go with me?”

“I thought we were all going together? I mean Lee is going with Angelina, but I assumed you, George and I were...”

“Nevermind, it was a stupid question...” he stated, “I mean I should have just assumed you were going with us.”

-George and Lee were so proud of Fred for asking you on proper date finally, however when they saw how upset he looked they questioned his appearance, “She ummm didn’t realize I was asking her on a date.” Fred replied, causing both boys to fall silent.

-Dumbledore loved having the three of you, and found that soon his favorite part of the day was your class. Some days it felt as though you all exchanged stories more than learned anything.

-You spent at least one night a week at Hagrid’s hut discussing life over tea. It was here that he told you about his plan to make Harry a scrapbook of pictures of his family. You gladly agreed to help.

-Your first school trip to Hogsmeade was a ball, you three started off at Three Broomsticks, and drank three large mugs of butter beer each. Fred was insistent on paying for yours, and once you finally agreed George joked, “You paying for mine too?”

-You then looked at Fred with a grin, “It’s only fair.”

-After The Three Broomsticks you three ventured to Honeydukes, where you all gawked at the endless rows of sweets.

-Before you left you bought 5 cauldron cakes, along with 10 chocolate frogs and a tin of Sugared Butterfly Wings.

-You ended the trip at Zonko’s, where Fred and George gawked over everything in the store. Both boys touching everything and turning it in their hands, as they observed the products. While they were doing that you had managed to wander away slightly, and bought two nose biting tea cups. Placing them into your bag you walked back over to the boys, who were debating quite loudly who to prank with the dungbombs.

-Upon getting back to Hogwarts you gave two of the five cauldron cakes to Ron and Harry, then you tossed the tin to Harry, and looked at Ron, “Now don’t go eating these all in one night.” You instructed before reaching into your bag and pulling out the ten chocolate frogs. The boys both look at you with sheer joy, and thanked you for the gifts.

-You also gave the twins their cauldron cakes, and the tea cups, both looked at the off white porcelain and muttered, “Wicked.”

-That night Fred sat next to you at dinner, and as soon as Lee sat down you asked, “Soooooo, how’d it go with Angelina?”

“She didnt show, she was supposed to meet me at the tea shop. So I just came back here.”

“Why didn’t you come find us, we told you we would be at the Three Broomsticks before we separated?” George asked

“I didn’t want to drag you guys down. How was it though?” He asked, his frown turning up a bit as George went into a monologue about the trip, leaving you and Fred to just listen as you slowly devoured the food on your plates.

-That night when you were turning in for the night you looked towards Angelina’s four poster, “So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” She asked confused

“Agree to go on a date with Lee Jordan, but instead you stood him up? Let me guess, you and Katie thought it would be a better idea to go to the hair salon and get your hair done?”

“Last I checked what I did was none of your business [Y/N].”

“It is when you hurt my best friend’s feelings, so this is how it is going to go, you are going to apologize to him before your first class, you are going to be honest with him about your feelings and than you are going to make it up to him by actually going with all of us next time. And if you don’t, I’ll hex your broom, and make your hair change colors, do I make myself clear?” Your tone was menacing, and you knew Angelina was aware that you were the brightest witch of your year.

-She agreed to the terms, and that morning at breakfast Lee sat down smiling, “So Angelina apologized, and you’re never gonna guess why she stood me up?”

“Why?” Fred asked, before shoving a fork full of eggs into his mouth.

“Turns out she was on a date with Oliver.”

-When the boys told you that Harry was on the Quidditch team you were ecstatic.

-However that first game you were nervous for him, and nearly lost your mind when he crashed onto the pitch. However as soon as he spit up the snitch you cheered the loudest.

-When the broom started to jerk around in the air, you were trying to see who could have been muttering a hex on it, as you muttered a counter curse. That’s when you saw Snape mouthing something, but you knew Snape’s behaviors well enough to know he would never try to charm Harry’s broom.

-The next trip to Hogsmeade Angelina joined, as promised, and actually had a lot of fun. After when you were all walking back you bummed her arm lightly, “Thanks for that by the way.”

“No problem, maybe Oliver will want to come to the next one, then we can have a double date kinda.”

“How?”

“You and Fred....”

“Fred and I aren’t dating.” You stated softly, “We’re just friends.”

“This coming from the girl who shared a butter beer with him, and who he gave his jacket to when you said you were cold.” She laughed, “I don’t know about you, but that seems an awful lot like you two are dating.”

-That night you and Harry actually stayed up late talking, you never brought up anything about your lives crossing, but you just talked. It was a common occurrence.

-Yes he twins were jealous of Harry at one point, but that was just because after every quidditch match you would go congratulate him first. However when you would go congratulate them you would wrap them both into tight hugs, and suggest going to Three Broomsticks to celebrate with Fire Whiskey.

-On the night of Halloween when you were all sent back to the common rooms you were frantically looking around for Ron and Harry, your heart racing as each second ticked by. When you finally saw the two dirty boys and the mousy brown haired mess of curls you went rushing over to Harry and engulfed him in a hug, “Don’t scare me like that again you two.”

-After that day, Hermoine joined your group, which you liked, because you knew how beneficial it was for the Twins and Lee to have a girl in their friend group.

-She loved getting to know you, because you challenged her intelligence daily.

-Fred never brought up you both going to Hogsmeade together again.

-One night while you were helping Fred with his transfiguration homework, you both feel asleep on the love seat. Harry woke you both up the next morning before going to his first class.

-As always you finished the term with the top grades in your class, and for once the Twins got higher than a A in potions.

-You drew names for secret Santa that year, however one of you kept drawing your own names, so finally after drawing names 20 times, you finally got your person, who happened to be George.

-The twins begged you to stay at Hogwarts that year, knowing that you couldn’t invite him to have Christmas at your house. As much as you wanted to stay though you told him you had to go home. You needed to see your Uncle, and get pictures for Hagrid’s secret project.

-You sat alone on the train ride back, and watched the countryside whiz by.

-Remus was so excited when he saw you get off the train, and you wasted no time running up to him to give him a hug.

-Over the holiday, you had made arrangements to stay at Hogwarts with Hagrid for the full moon. You were not allowed to go to the actual castle because you didn’t want the boys finding out why you were there.

-On the car ride home, you were informing him of Hagrid’s plan, and he quickly agreed to donate a few photographs to the cause.

-As soon as you got home you started going through the old photo box, Remus was insistent however that no pictures of the other Marauders or the first Order would be included. However he thought it was fine that you included a photo from James and Lily’s wedding, where they were holding you while dancing.

- Remus had told Hagrid you would both be attending Christmas dinner at his house, meaning you were going to be at Hogwarts. You also knew that Harry and Ron might stop in, since Hagrid and Harry had gotten so close.

-As soon as you got to Hagrid’s, you saw all the boys playing in the snow through the window. Hagrid poured your tea and stated, “They all came to wish me a merry Christmas, figured I let them play in the snow with Fang for a bit. I must say though, those two twins haven’t been the same since you left [Y/N].”

“I figured they would have been overjoyed that there was no parental figure there anymore to harp on them.” You joked before sitting down next to your father, and sipping your tea.

-Hagrid got teary eyed looking over the pictures you and Remus had picked out. However he tried to cover it, “it feels like only yesterday you were little like this [Y/N], now look at you, all grown up, getting the highest marks of the grade.”

-He got you a biker jacket for Christmas, it was all black, and had little studs in it. “Your father had one just like it when he was here, I figured it was only fair you had one too.”

-Remus got you a cassette player, and a few of the classics. When you opened it your mouth gaped open, “I love it.”

“I figured you would, it was something your father brought back with him one summer after staying with Uncle James, he took it everywhere with him and blared all this muggle music.” Remus smiled, as you popped in a tape and pressed play, as Queen started blasting out of the speaker.

-“There’s one more present for ya too, Dumbledore delivered it this morning. I guess Molly sent all the boys presents here, along with one for you.” Hagrid pulled the familiar brown wrapped present out from under his little tree beside the couch. A cute little golden bow was stuck on the top of it. As you unwrapped it you expected to see just the sweater, however on top of it laid a enevelope, with your name beautifully written across the front. As you carefully opened it, you couldn’t help but listen to Remus’s laughter as he watched Harry playing with the Weasleys in the snow, “It appears as though one of your boys just tackled Harry into the snow.”

-You knew that just seeing Harry from afar was going to give Remus so much joy. You turned and whispered, “Of course he would.”

-Inside the enevelope was a card, on the front you noticed it had hand drawn flowers littered all over, with your name once again printed on the front in the same handwriting. Inside the letter small specks of glitter started to float out, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw her message, “Hope your Christmas is magical.”

-Your sweater that year was a dark forest green and the letter was in a light grey, as though you were a Slytherin. You slipped it on immediately.

-You had stayed late at the hut, sipping tea and laughing. Occasionally you had peaked out the window to watch the boys but as soon as the sun started to set they had all retreated to the castle, and Fang came back to the hut. As soon as Fang saw you, he leapt onto the couch and rested his head on your lap, his eyes immediately shutting as you pet him. Soon he was fast asleep.

-However in less than an hour there was a knocking on the door, which Hagrid answered, expecting that the other professors had come to join you all for dinner, however when he opened it, he was greeted by two tall, slightly muscular, ginger boys with red cheeks, and huge smiles. “Where is she?” They both stated at the same time.

“Where’s who?” Hagrid was blocking the doorway, so neither saw you turn on the couch to look back at the back of Hagrid’s frame.

“[Y/N].” They both stated, before pushing past him and into the hut. As soon as they saw you looking at them, they both lifted their arms and cheered loud enough to wake up Fang, before running around either side of the couch and engulfing you in a hug. Remus chuckling as Hagrid whispered, “Howd they know?”

“Call it best friend intuition.” Remus replied, knowing fully well that they probably saw your name on the map.

-You also knew that’s how they knew you were here.

-You all moved to the floor, Fang curled up in his bed as you were seated between the two gingers, each of you joking amongst yourselves as Remus watched. As soon as you saw Hagrid put the apron on though you were standing up, and hurrying over to help, grabbing your own apron to throw on as you helped him extract the food from the oven and stove. the boys had also gotten up to help but Remus stopped them, “Don’t even try boys, they have a system on doing this.”

-After dinner you and the boys went outside to play in the falling snow, both boys wasting no time throwing snow at you, before tackling you into the cold. As soon as the snowball fight started both boys picked you up at some point, and threw you over their shoulder as they ran through the snow. Laughter filling the air as you all raced around in the dark snowfall, hurling small bulger sized balls of snow and ice at one another.

-As you all played in the snow, Remus and Hagrid sat inside the hut and talked, at some point Hagrid looked at Remus, “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?”

“The pictures, I know that these were probably hard for you to part with.”

-After two hours outside the Weasley Twins and you were laying in the snow, watching the snow float onto your faces, your bodies slowly sinking into the frozen water flakes. Remus opened the door and looked out into the darkness, watching the snow softly land on the three of you before calling out, “It’s time to go home Love.”

-This caused you to quickly sit up, the boys slowly mimicking your action as you looked to either of them, “Well boys, it’s been entertaining.”

“Do you think Remus will let you stay?” George whispered as you looked towards him, you smile falling slightly as you replied, “Sadly no boys, but don’t worry, I’ll be back before know it.”

-Hugging the boys goodbye was harder then you expected, and before heading into the hut you watched both of them ascend up the stairway towards the castle. Once inside you and Remus quickly used the floo powder system to return to the cabin. 

-Two days later you returned to the hut, and spent the night with Hagrid and Fang. Those days you were there Fred and George never opened the map, so they had no idea you had returned the castle.

-While you were there you and Hagrid made a handful of bake goods, and over a dozen cups of tea.

-When you got on the train, it was really strange not sitting with Fred and George, however Lee saved you a seat in the booth with him, Angelina, Katie, Oliver and Lavender Brown.

-When you got to the platform, you heard your name loudly exclaimed, turning you saw the red headed, younger twin race towards you, arms wide open as you opened your own, and collided with you. His tighting squeeze engulfing you as Lee chuckled, “Goodness I wish you greeted me like that George.”

“I absolutely do, you just never notice when I do.” George replied, as you rolled your eyes.

“Speaking of your better half, where is he?” You rebuttaled

“Back at the common room, he claimed that he didn’t feel well.” His fingers made the quotation hand gestures when he said didn’t feel well.

-When you were in the common room you saw Harry in his H sweater, and couldn’t help but smile, “So you are part of the tradition now too?”

- That night You, and the three boys sat around the fireplace, the soft glow of the flames highlighting Fred and George’s faces as you and Lee sat facing them, each of you held boxes on your lap as you each joked and discussed your holidays. Finally it was Lee who spoke up, “Well I’ll go first, I got Fred.”

-As he handed the box to Fred you couldn’t help but chuckle, since Lee had already told you what he had put in the box. Fred’s eyes shifted between the two of you as he slowly started tearing the paper, “It’s not a dungbomb that’s about to go off is it?”

“No, besides if it were, why would we all be sitting around you?” Lee answered.

-Inside was a self help book on maintaining healthy, romantic relationships, he read it and looked horrified, and then asked, “Do you think I’m gonna be a shitty boyfriend?”

“No mate, just figured you would just need all the help you can get.”

-You went next, “Well I got George. However I have to apologize in advance, cause I didn’t get you a relationship self help book, but if you need to I am sure Fred will let you burrow his.”

-When George opened his box, he revealed a maroon and golden scarf, with a matching hat. On top of the hat was a small pompon. He looked to you as you replied, “Your mum taught me how to knit last summer.”

-He immediately put it on.

-Fred went next, and tossed the box to Lee, “Merry Christmas mate.”

Inside the box was a tiny cube, which was painted a metallic orange color. There was no opening to it, or any other indications of what it actually was. However Fred was beaming with pride as Lee turned it in his hands, and finally he asked, “What is it?”

“A prototype, George and I cooked it up while you were gone. It is the first prototype of a product we would like to create for our joke shop, and there will be a secret trigger word which will cause it to multiple and release a foul smelling gas.”

“Fred accidentally set it off though when he was wrapping it though so sadly it won’t work, but it took Flich a whole week to get the stink out of the common room.” George added as you looked at the product in Lee’s hand.

“What if instead it was a wind up toy, that way you couldn’t accidentally set it off.” You suggested, as both Fred and George looked at you, the wheels in their head spinning as they processed your suggestion.

-Finally George spoke, “You’re a genius Black.”

-George looked at his lap, “So I got you a present, but Mum hasn’t sent it yet.”

Your eyebrow raised, “Do I get to know what it is?”

“No, it’s a surprise, but I am really sorry it isn’t here yet.”

“It’s fine Georgie, just means now I’m not gonna talk to you till it comes.” You joked.

“You can’t be serious.” He whined, as you looked to Fred, “Freddie, why isn’t George here?”

“He’s in the hospital wing, gave himself a black eye from slipping in the court yard.”

“Come on guys this isn’t funny.” George whined, revealing much to his unamusement that all of his friends had also joined in on the joke.

-For a week whenever you were all together you would make up different sonarios as to why George wasn’t hanging out with you all. Whenever he spoke you would also joke that George was using telepathy to speak to you all. However when you were not all together, you would interact with George. You apologized as well for starting the joke.

-The day the present came, George slammed it on the table in front of your group, “Here it is.”

“Bloody hell George, where have you been all week, we were worried sick.” You sighed as you looked at the ginger.

“Well it all started when I was trying to prank you guys, but Snape saw me before I could pull it off, and he locked me in detention for a week in the dungeon, and had me organized his ingredients and potion cabinets.”

“That sounds awful.” Lee exclaimed as you pointed towards the box, “So what’s this?”

“That is your present Miss Black, which I request you open at your earliest convenience.”

“Well I better open it after I finish my 5 parchment paper, and save the world, and...” you joked as you snatched the box from him.

“Don’t forget you also have to babysit Fang, and you told Harry you would play quidditch with him.” Fred interrupted.

“You also said you would do mine and Freddie’s parchments as well.” Lee added

-When you opened it you were treated with a red velvet box, and turned it in your hand, “What’s this George?”

“Open it to see.” He instructed, before looking to Fred with a smile.

-Inside was a hand painted, white oval. Within the oval was a small, colorblocked painting of a dragon. The outside of the oval was decorated with braided red and white string. As you looked at it, George stated, “Mum picked it up in Romania for me, they call it a Martisor, and they gift it during the Martisor holiday, which they celebrate on the first day of spring. The red and white strings on top are supposed to symbolize that you will have a joyous year.”

“Where did you get this?” You whispered

“Mum picked it up for me in Romania when they were visiting Charlie, that’s why it took so long to get here.” He beamed as you looked at him, “Thanks Georgie.”

Part Five



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Strawberry Jam

Part 2 of the Pun Fest collection!

Murasakibara x f!Reader

Word count: 3992

Synopsis: The Yōsen’s basketball team is trying to help out a poor manager’s love life.

Note: I went a little too crazy with this;; it is definitely longer than Kise’s prompt (i’m so sorry my bb)

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Everything about Yōsen was grand and lofty, from their buildings, their interiors, their tuition, and even their students… quite literally.

A huge downside of attending there, though, was the location of the campus itself: Akita. The biting winds were extremely harsh and unforgiving, particularly when temperatures dropped below negative numbers as snow continued to pile up even more imposing walls than the famed “Shield of Aegis.” Luckily, as the new manager of Yōsen High’s basketball team, you often got to accompany five towering starter players, where you gladly took advantage of their heights to protect yourself from the harsh weather. 

Still, if you had the choice to either confess to Murasakibara or to stand outside in an Akita blizzard for a few hours, you’d dash to the latter option with no hesitation.

You don’t even know why you fell for the purple-haired giant of all people.

Was it because his intimidating stature contradicted his laid back personality?

Was it because your heart panged for him when you witnessed, from your seat, him giving his all against his match with Seirin, only for him to leak tears of frustration at losing? 

Was it because shortly after, when you joined as a manager to get a head start training for next season (as per Coach Araki’s request), Murasakibara gently ruffled your hair before he went to get his umaibo sticks? 

You wanted to deny those pervasive thoughts that were taunting you recently for falling in love so easily, but you shook your head before you patted your cheeks to figuratively slap those inner gremlins away.

“Chibi-chin?” Murasakibara lazily turned his body at an angle towards your direction. “Did the snow fall on you too?” 

You could feel your cheeks flush even through under your mittened palms. Himuro flashed you a concerned gaze of his own. “I-I-I… sorry! I was just trying to warm my head?... up? uh—” You paused for a bit, trying to salvage your excuse. “T-there’s always so much a beanie and an earmuff could do to keep… warm?”

“Hnn, I guess so,” he said, giving a quick once over to your figure. “You’re so red, chibi-chin. You look like strawberry jam from this yummy bun I ate just now.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro turned to him exasperatedly. “You don’t compare people to food you just ate. It’s not polite.”

“Oh well, Muro-chin.” He walked on further out of the school gates. “See you too, Chibi-chin.”

“Mura-kun, you always call me that,” you pouted. “If you call me that just because I’m shorter than you, then you might as well start calling that to everybody.”

“But you’re Chibi-chin,” he insisted. “Muro-chin is Muro-chin…  Kuro-chin is Kuro-chin… Sa-chin is Sa-chin…” he continued to go off on a mumbling tangent as he chewed on his next pack of biscuit sticks, walking away to finally head for home. You and Himuro were left alone together.

“So, about Atsushi-kun… pardon for me asking but… do you—”

“H-H-Himu-kun, have the other members left home already?” you turned to him, having a premonition of where the conversation was heading to.

He blinked owlishly for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah… Coach didn’t want to risk everyone getting sick and missing out on drill days later.”

“Ah, I’m glad. Although… it’s a bit sad that our 3rd years are leaving so soon—”

“What’s this about 3rd years?” You whipped your head around to see Fukui and Okamura trekking through the soft snow in your direction.

“Fukui-san? Okamura-san? What are you two doing here?”

“Argh, studying in the library stinks,” Fukui groaned, cracking his neck. “Especially when the library’s heater broke earlier. We were all told to just go home.”

“Well, now that you two are here after you interrupted our conversation, let me ask our manager-san again,” Himuro turned to you with a genial smile, but you knew that face hid something truly unpleasant.

“Oh, manager-san,” he slowly started. The 3rd years were silently looking at each other in confusion. “Could it be that you fancy someone romantically?”

It took a few seconds for the question’s implications to heavily sink into everyone’s minds like heavy-duty boots on fresh blankets of snow.

“E-e-e-e-ehhhh??” All three of you screeched out in a dissonance of shouts of disbelief. 

“W-W-what??”

“Himuro, what the hell?”

“N-N-NO GIRL WILL EVER LIKE ME AFTER ALL!...”

“I just had a feeling is all,” Himuro reassured, but if anything, it panicked you even more. “If you didn’t like anyone, then maybe it was just my imagination.”

This was it. You could easily deny everything with a “that’s ridiculous!” or “I would never!” or something of the sorts, but when you were about to rebuke Himuro for being so preposterous out of nowhere, all those words dissipated at the tip of your tongue.

“I… you…” you started, mouth leaden with meekness as 3 pairs of eyes, all shining with anticipation, were on you. “Himuro… you, uh—ugh! You’re right… I guess I do… like someone…”

“HEEEEEEEEEE…!” Okamura bursted into tears again. “Why doesn’t anyone like me?”

“Oi, captain! Just get rid of your chin!” Fukui apathetically glanced at him before patting his back with mocking consolation, and Okamura only sobbed harder in response.

“So who do you like, if you don’t mind me asking?” Himuro gently interrogated further, leaning closer to your face to gauge your expressions. You knew that sly smirk meant that you weren’t going to be able to worm yourself out of this.

Damn it, why is he being so insistent about this?

You sighed. There was no turning back now… 

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“MURASAKIBARA???” everyone clamored around you. Chaos ensued once again when you timidly confessed your deepest secret, and as they all processed the new information in their own ways, you stared at your furred boots, praying for the snow to swallow you up whole and cleanly wipe away all traces of crimson hues from your face.

Okamura really lost it now, going into incoherent despair of never-ending questions of what Murasakibara had that he himself didn’t, while Fukui, for once, was not bullying the poor Yōsen captain but instead standing wide-eyed in shock at you. Himuro had been tilting his head with a finger to his temple, pondering about something that you knew, once again, was not going to turn out to be good news for you.

“Why don’t you confess to hi—”

“A-absolutely not!” At your outburst, Himuro furrowed his brows in utter confusion.

“Why not?”

“Himuro, are you crazy?” Fukui, barely recovering from his stupor, answered for you. “This guy has nothing but food in his brain!”

“Well… Atsushi could be like that most of the time, but—”

“Himu-kun,” you sighed. “Just forget about what I said a-alright?” Hearing them talk about how Murasakibara had nothing in his heart except for his snacks dashed your hopes in your prospective love life. “I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.”

As you walked away from the boys, head down from either the cold or dejection (or perhaps both), they turned to each other with fierce glints in their eyes, almost reminiscent of the serious aura they gave before their Seirin match.

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“Okamura-san? You’re here alone?” You walked up to him before school after surveying that neither Fukui nor Himuro were in the near vicinity. “Well, I guess it’s still a bit too early for anyone to come.”

“Well, uh—” he stammered. “We all decided to individually help you in getting closer to the brat.”

“H-huh?”

“A-as captain, I must be the first one to offer advice from senior to underclass… man?”

You huffed in apprehension but you appreciated that your teammates cared enough to go out of their ways to help you in your love life. But you were afraid of what was in store for you. Very much afraid.

You really weren’t prepared for this unforeseen development.

“Um…”

“Uh, erm…” he stuttered. “R-right! I-if I had a girl who liked me, I’d hope for her to offer me a bento lunch, or maybe a love letter? Or ch-chocolates and a plushie if it was Valentine’s…”

“That… that’s cute and all Okamura-san, but…” you began, flustered. “But this is Mura-kun we’re talking about. He’d only be interested in the lunch and chocolates, but he wouldn’t think too much of a girl giving him free food.”

He instantly teared up, and from an outside perspective, he looked like he was being personally rejected by you.

“I-is that why I’m single?” he sniffed into his sleeve.

“N-no! That’s not it!” you comforted him. “Without a doubt, someone will come to love you one day! Be patient and keep pushing, Okamura-san!”

As you tried to pat his arms in consoling him, a certain looming purple-haired mop overshadowed you both.

“Chibi-chin? What are you doing?” He was munching on a bag of potato chips. “Oh?... Captain?” Both of you jumped out of your skins before leaping apart to provide distance from each other.

“Chibi-chin, I didn’t know you were close to him.”

“Th-that’s not!—” You stammered, but what were you going to say? 

Sorry, the captain and I were just talking about ways to fix my love life? 

Don’t worry, we’re just figuring out ways for me to get close to you? 

Sorry, but he, of all people, was helping me find out a plan to confess to you?

With every excuse you tried to concoct in your mind, your cheeks burned brighter and brighter.

Murasakibara didn’t miss the way you grew timid in his presence again and how you always seem to be so hesitant whenever you spoke with him. He sighed before shoving an non-frozen ice pop to your lips before walking past you.

“Better hurry up, Chibi-chin,” he drawled. “I’ll go look for Muro-chin.” With that he trudged away.

You held the mango-flavored pop in your hands. Wasn’t this his go-to flavor?

“Sorry I wasn’t able to help much,” he moped. He scratched the back of his head while looking at his feet.

“Okamura-san, I’ll be sure to keep your suggestion in mind!”

The warning bell echoed throughout the hallways. “I guess that’s the bell. Well, see you!” You both waved to each other before you went to your respective classes. You made sure to gulp down the pop before you went to your seat.

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“Himu-kun! Just what are you guys planning?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying, (l/n)-san,” he feigned, glancing at you glowering at your desk next to his.

“Mura-kun totally has the wrong idea! He probably has a horrible image of me now, and I’m never gonna make eye contact with him again—”

“Just because he saw you and Okamura together? Atsushi isn’t that dumb.” 

“But we never talked alone together until this morning!” 

You groaned as you opted to faceplant your desk and hoped for a catastrophe to hit Akita and take you out of your misery. At the very least, you hoped that the deities would spare you and fastforward time to the end of the school day, so you can scurry home with no further incident. With your chin still on the desk, you stared at the wall clock; it was still only morning break.

“If you can’t confess to him directly,” Himuro hummed. “Why not use pickup lines? They still get the point across.”

“The only reason why they work for you is because you’re popular yourself. All the girls fawn over you.” You then propped your head against your hand, nodding towards a close group of girls whispering and peeking at your—Himuro’s—desk seatings. “See?”

“They’re always like that, though. That doesn’t mean they’re interested in me like that.” You resisted the urge to groan again.

Himuro turned his attention to the back of the classroom (the action went unnoticed by a brooding you) to see an equally sulking Murasakibara, who had been staring holes at the back of your head ever since the start of class. A silent chuckle escaped his lips and his eyes twinkled with unabashed mischievousness.

“Himu-kun?” you looked out of the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” He turned to you before giving a smile that meant he was up to no good. You were about to question his motives before your mind went blank after he gently tousled your hair. “Don’t sweat about this so much, (l/n)-san.”

“Ah…” That was rather out of nowhere, but you figured he was trying to cheer you up. “T-thanks.” 

At that, you gave Himuro a tiny, genuine smile.

Himuro swore he sensed a drastic spike in hostility directed towards the back of his head.

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The gods must have really hated you, because today just felt like it was crawling by even slower than usual. 

It was barely lunchtime.

There was still a shower of drifting snowflakes outside, so everyone was still cramped up indoors filled with stuffy air of artificial heat.

You didn’t mind it that much; you were going to use the time to head over to the library to check out some books for your literature class. 

“Himu-kun, take care of my stuff until I get back, okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure.”

As soon as you stood up from your desk to leave, you noticed Murasakibara getting up from his own seat to head over towards you guys. In a panic, you made a bolt towards the door and slid it closed. 

Phew. You laid back against the door for a second to regain your composure before you strolled to your destination.

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“Atsushi,” Himuro greeted him.

“Hnnn.” He plopped onto the empty seat directly behind Himuro. 

“You’re making quite a harsh frown.”

“Che, I’m gonna crush you, Muro-chin,” he grumbled, furrowing his brows. Himuro lets out a soft chortle before reaching into his bag.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Atsushi,” he replied. “But would you want some snacks? I brought extra.” His hand pulled out a pack of wafer cookies. Murasakibara immediately perked up.

“I’m gonna eat lots and lots~” he drawled, before taking a handful of cookies and throwing them haphazardly into his mouth.

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“(l/n)-san, I hast found thou.”

“Liu-san?” You turned your attention from the book to said person behind you. You were still idly thumbing the pages.

“I hast something to talk thee about.” 

When you found out a couple of weeks ago about why and how Liu started speaking like that, you honestly didn’t know whether to punch Fukui for pranking the poor 2nd year to speak old-fashioned Japanese or shake hands with said-prankster because that was a golden scheme.

“What is it?”

“Is it true that thou fancy Murasakibara?”

Okay, you’re definitely going to punch Fukui the next time you see him. No one else could’ve told Liu except him.

“H-h-huh? Not you too!” Your fingers halted on the held book.

“If thou like him, why don’t thou grant him dinner?” he inquired, tilting his head slightly.

Well, that’s not a terrible idea but… 

“I would, Liu-san, but I don’t think he’ll see that as a romantic action. Food is food to him.”

“That’s a shame,” he bowed his head. “Sorry that I canst not grant thou much help. I wish thou good luck on thy endeavors.”

“Thank you, Liu-san,” you gave him a smile and a returned bow. “I’ll keep your words in mind.”

He gave a chagrined smile of his own before he left you to your own devices.

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Finally, the dismissal bell echoed throughout campus. You were flouncing around with newfound determination to catch a certain snitch in one of the class-3 rooms. Sure enough, an ash-blonde haired student casually strolled out of his classroom before he bumped into a bloodthirsty you.

“Gah! You?—”

“Yeah, me,” you narrowed your eyes at him. You lowered your voice into a harsh whisper. “You told Liu about this ordeal? Who else did you gossip this to?”

“Ack—no one! I swear! I just told Liu because I figured he had some solid advice! He hasn’t told anyone, I made him swear to keep quiet!” He immediately begged for forgiveness, putting his hands up together in a plea with his head bowed. You sighed. 

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you muttered. “He said to take Mura-kun to dinner, but that just falls into the category of ‘food.’”

“But isn’t there a saying of ‘getting to the stomach to get to their heart?’ It definitely applies to him without a doubt.”

“So what’s your idea, Fukui-kun?” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Let’s get it over with. Everyone has been trying to give me some type of suggestion today and I figured that was your ‘plan’ from the get-go.”

“Alright, let’s walk out of the building to the gate while we talk and while the weather is still manageable.” 

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“I’m sorry, say that again?”

“Why don’t you say some jokes or puns to get a laugh out of him?”

“I know you’re a pranking type of guy, but you can’t be serious right now.”

“What? You wanted to get close to him, right? Friends get each other to crack up.”

“Ugh.” You slapped your mittened hands against your face and leaned your head back to stare at the dreary sky, a perfect portrayal of the inevitable doom you’re going to have to face. 

Gods, please don’t torture me any further like this.

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“Muro-chin? Is that Chibi-chin and Fuki-chin?” Murasakibara stops to stare at the pair.

“Huh, I didn’t know they were still here,” Himuro said, trailing closely behind the titan. 

“He’s bothering Chibi-chin, Muro-chin,” he scowled. “I’m gonna crush him.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro hurriedly interrupted. “We’re already taking a detour to the convenience store to get your umaibo sticks… If we stay here any longer, then we’ll be forced to walk straight home instead because of the weather.”

“Hmph.” Murasakibara reluctantly turned away from you two in favor of a prospect of having boxes of snacks in his arms.

Himuro gazed at the pair before he caught up with Murasakibara. 

He’ll be damned if he can’t get you and Mura to at least see heart to heart with each other.

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“Thanks Fukui-kun, but your suggestion sounds flimsy at best,” you sweatdropped. 

“There’s also the saying of ‘don’t knock it until you try it,’ (l/n)-san,” Fukui retorted. He had a sullen look from having his idea immediately shot down. The two of you continued to walk out of the school gates in awkward silence before you gave in.

“Fine, fine, sheesh,” you sighed. “I’ll… think about it… Happy?”

“Yes!” He whooped and pumped a fist to the air.

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Even though the snow let up today, there was still a frigid chill in the air, especially since it was still the morning, but you willed yourself to wake up earlier to prepare to finally confess and just get it over with before Murasakibara figured something was up. You could tell that he had already been suspicious of your behavior, after all.

Your school bag was beyond bulky to carry, drawing attention from other curious onlookers as you trudged yourself (and your cumbersome bag) to Yōsen.

7 a.m. should be early enough right?

All you have to do is wait until Murasakibara shows up, do your confession, and then book it. 

Easy. Very easy. So easy that even Fukui could do it. Very easy, quick, easy… easy… NOT easy, NOT EASY—

You took an exaggerated inhale to gulp in as much cold air as possible. You couldn’t back out now. Otherwise you’d look like a fool carrying around a big bundle for no reason. 

You glanced at the time. 7:39? Had time passed by so quickly? Why couldn’t the deities do this yesterday?

Before you drown yourself in your pitying thoughts and what-ifs, you noticed your grapehead crush waddling near you, lazily blinking away the last remnants of sleep.

“M-Mura-kun!”

“Ohh? Chibi-chin…” He turned towards you as you rushed to him, eyeing the huge bag on your shoulder. 

“I have something important to tell you!” Okay, here goes… 

He continued to stare down at you, curious to see you fumbling through your bag and muttering “you got this” and “it’s okay” to yourself. He tousled your hair, causing you to still your hand and short-circuit whatever cohesive plans you had in your head for this moment.

“I-i-i-i—what are you doing?”

“Yesterday you said that your head gets cold a lot, Chibi-chin.” Well, that, but he was trying to elicit the same smile you gave to Himuro after he comforted you the same way.

“A-ah, well, it’s not as cold today!... so…”

Ah, he only made you furrow your brows more. Did he make you even more upset?

His hand was still on your head before you gently pried it off. He frowned.

You took a huge breath and exhaled, leaving a warm, puffy trail of translucent mist behind. 

And he thought you looked prettier than usual like that, your hair slightly disheveled from his touch… and your scarf, earmuffs, and hat making you look fuzzy… with a veiled mist framing you like a picture… 

“Mura-kun,” you breathed out, once again letting a hazy cloud escape from your lips. You approached closer, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Hnn?” He really should be paying attention, considering the fact that this was the first time in a while that he got to speak alone with you.

“H-h-here!” you took his sleeve and shoved something soft (and fuzzy too, coincidentally?) into his arms and he gazed down to see a… large, fluffy plushie? He examined the bear with a childish wonder before he noticed a small card attached to it. 

His heart beating uncharacteristically fast, he gingerly opened the card:

Are you a doughnut, because I find you a-dough-able. ♡︎

A boyish smile creeped its way onto his face.

“W-w-wait, and…” you stuttered, already losing confidence. “While I think that you’re already a Mura-snacki-bara… I would still, um, take? you and me? out to eat… together?” At “you and me,” you lamely pointed at Murasakibara and yourself to make it really obvious. You’re cringing at your own ineptitude to be smooth about this.

You then embarrassingly took out a handful of coupons for different stores and fast food restaurants and waved it to his face frantically before you shoved them in his hands.

“And… and… u-u-um—I like you—I like you very much!”

Murasakibara now has the biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, his eyes shining with utter joy. 

“Chibi-chin… you really feel that way about me?”

At his question, you hid your face behind your hands, bracing yourself for rejection.

“Oiiiiii, Chibi-chin,” he whined, bending down to gently pry your hands off your face. He stared intently at your face even as you averted your eyes.

“You’re as red as strawberry jam.”

“H-h-hey!—”

And he kissed you.

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“Told you that Atsushi likes her back.”

“Move, gorilla! Your butt chin is in the way!”

“Thou should'st get rid of thy sideburns too.”

“HEEEEE…! Why is everyone so mean? How are the 1st years getting more attention and popularity than me?...”

“Shut up.”

“Keep silent.”

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“I thought you liked Okamura, Chibi-chin.” 

“Eh?”

You were walking hand in hand with Murasakibara to the nearest convenience store for his daily supplement of umaibo sticks.

“You were huddling up to him and being red the other day.” He turned away, pouting. 

Oh. Ohhhhhh.

“Atsu-kun, you dummy,” you giggled. “The team found out I liked you, so they were trying to help me.”

“Ehhhh?”

“Actually, I—uh, used a combination of all their ideas when confessing to… you.” It was your turn to turn away, your index finger scratching your cheek shyly.

“Hmph, Chibi-chin~” He tugged on your arm, his voice clearly filled with relief. “I’m hungry.”

“Yes, yes, Atsu-kun.”

Maybe having nosy Yōsen team starters wasn’t so bad.

Maybe having the deities being so fickle with your days wasn’t so bad either.

And maybe the weather in Akita wasn’t so bad if you could always cuddle up to Murasakibara’s side from now on.

#murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara atsushi x reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #himuro tatsuya #okamura kenichi #wei liu #fukui kensuke #yosen #knb #fluff #knb scenarios #punfest series

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Final Wayne's

Masterlist

Warnings:mentions of sex?, swearing mostly fluffy

A/n:Im really happy with this one wasn’t sure how to go about it but i think its pretty sweet. Hope you enjoy xx

You meet the final two wanye’s when they all storm the cafe. 

The Final Wayne's

You hummed along with the radio as you when out the front of the cafe closing a bit earlier as you hadn't had any customers in for nearly 2 hours. You spun the sign round and locked the door you were going to use the extra time to tidy the cafe properly instead of the rushed quick sweep that's normally done. Turning to volume up louder you danced around clearing the last few cups popping them in the sink coming back out with a mop bucket and broom and began to stack the chairs against one wall getting ready for a proper sweep. you nearly jumped out of your skin when someone tried to come bounding threw the door bouncing off it with a loud bang. you ran across the cafe hearing laughter.

"Why the fuck is it closed?!" Ah. Damien, you heard him before you saw him which made sense as he was currently sprawled out on the floor as Jack and Tim laughed at him joined by two older boys , well boys, one looked a few years younger then you... so technically he was an adult . you stuttered clicking who these other two probably were. Unlocking the door you squatted down to Damien.

"Shit are you ok? you didn't hit your head? did you?" you said reaching for him grabbing his face tilting it down trying to see the back of his head. He growled slapping you away

"I'm fine... does your boss know you've shut early? could have been a customer that'd have been a lawsuit ..stupid woman" you stood up crossing your arms at him.

"well I'm lucky it was just your skinny little ass then aren't I?" you deadpanned causing the another wave of laughter as Damien pulled him self up

"come on in" you lead them all in the older boys pulled themselves chairs around a table directly in front of the counter. turned looking for the others as jack wandered out of the kitchen with a fresh brownie Damien following with a blueberry marzipan muffin.

"Oo are those fresh?" Tim said walking past you into the kitchen to get himself one. you raised your hands exasperated.

"By all means help yourselves" you said shaking your head as they gave you cheeky grins before sitting down next to the others.

"Did you make these?" Damien asked you nodded

"Yep made em all today" he gave you a contemplating look

"You are forgiven for the door....if you give this recipe to Alfred" you rolled you eyes

"Oh yippee here I thought I'd have to beg for the young masters forgiveness" Jack snorted into his brownie.

"Y/n this is Dick and Jason our older brothers" Tim finally introduced with half a mouthful of muffin.

"Tim don't speak with your mouthful" you scolded before turning to Dick and Jason, you were nervous about meeting them, you knew that Dick was 20 and Jason was 17 not that much younger than you. Dick smiled brightly Jason followed

"Its nice to meet you both, but I thought Bruce wanted to introduce us at dinner next Monday?" Dick opened his mouth to reply but Damien beat him to it

"They were sulking cos me and Tim have already met you, and they couldn't wait so me Tim and Jack found them wandering about looking for the cafe completely lost." Dick looked embarrassed and Jason looked just about ready to beat Damien to a pulp.

"W-we did not we just decided to explore this part of Gotham.. we haven't been down this way before and heard good things." you giggled a little. feeling a little better now that they were talking.

"Can I have a go on the coffee machine?" Tim asked having finished his muffin you thought about it for a second then nodded, he jumped up following you round to it

"Anyone else want one?" Dick and Jason nodded Damien and Jack pulled a face. No.

You showed Tim how to load the espresso and turn it on trying to hold back laughter as he jumped back when he activated the steamer wand you caught the jug of milk just in time leaning over him you showed him the easiest way to froth the milk putting his hand on the knob controlling the steamer telling him when to turn it ,pointing out on the thermometer where he should let it go to he did it. Managing not to burn the milk then you demonstrated how to pour for certain coffees. He beamed when he got it right proud of himself then quickly controlled his face putting on a smug 'yeah of course I did it' face handing his brothers their coffees before going to sit down

"Oi! get back here you haven't cleaned up, you gotta wipe the wand and let some steam through to clear it." he come back hesitantly taking the folded cloth from you

"Wont it burn me?" you shook your head

"Just wipe it quick, then use the rubber bit to push it to the tray and give it a quick blast" he did as instructed and smiled bright going back to his coffee. Dick and Jason had been watching quietly as you taught their younger brother how to use the machine, yanking Tim away tilting your self in front of him when you though he could get hurt as the steam spat the milk when he hadn't held it high enough. Feeling more relaxed with you they saw how you patiently taught Tim how to do it. They had their doubts ,they had been a bit worried about their father dating someone so young. Imagining a typical younger woman trying to worm her way into their house for money or fame. They were caught off guard when their dad had first told them about you. Normally he didn't bother the women were never serious and gobsmacked when Damien threatened them to be kind, it was then they then decided they would catch you off guard, worried about how you could have possibly influenced Tim and Damien. But watching you interact with them they saw that you were very genuine. When it had come out earlier that day that you were Jacks sister, they felt slightly better knowing a bit of the story. How instead of abandoning him to the system to continue your studies, you'd pulled out that same day, moving back home planning and arranging your parents funeral and staying, giving up on your own prospects to become his guardian and raise him finding a job to support you both and pushing him to apply for the scholarship helping him get in. Thank god you did since Jack had become Damien's saving grace, he had calmed down and was almost a completely normal 13 year old boy...until he put on his suit then all bets were off. They found it fascinating seeing you swing from the playful sister to patient parent and back as you had grabbed Jack in a head lock poking at him tickling him for teasing you. They shared a look. Yes you would fit in fine.

"hahahah no-nooo st-stop it hahaa!fuck off y/n" he cried between laughs squirming then the fun and games stopped as ha accidentally headbutted your nose

"OH FUCK!" you shouted grabbing your nose eyes watering he gasped apologizing as damien panicked grabbing napkins in case of a nose bleed. He tried pulling your hand away.

"ssshhiit oh im fine- im good its ok-- fuck sake why is your head so hard?" he looked sheepish asking if you were ok you nodded to him waving a hand.

"I was going to get so much done here tonight but now I cant be asked" rubbing your nose again sniffing checking your hands for blood. None good. Huffing you leaning forward onto the table you looked across that table to Dick and Jason. You'd felt there eyes on you all this time.

"You know your both just like Bruce. He just sat there staring when he met me to." you offered chuckling nervously trying to break what you thought was tension not knowing that they had already approved of you.

"They are trying to suss you out. They are worried about you being after money or something." Tim added sipping the last of his coffee leaning back as everyone shouted at him.

"TIM!" You swallowed collecting yourself taking a deep breath, here it comes then. You looked at them smileing sadly nodding pulling back into yourself. You knew it they didn't like you. Obviously they wouldn't, fuck sake you were 5 years older than one and 8 years older then the other. You knew it.

"I-I don't want anything like that..I know its weird because we are about the same age.. if you feel uncomfortable with your dad and I just say the word and it will end I'm not going to be a home wrecker- fuck I new this would happen" you looked away trying to hide your tears. That was that then. Already planing to phone Bruce. Jason jumped interrupting your thoughts rushing forward grabbing your hands that rested on the table in front of you making you look at him as he saw you start breaking down, ready to run again. They'd heard bits and pieces about what happened for Tim. Jack growled angrily going to push Jason off of you before he started speaking.

"NO! no its not like that- we did- I mean at first, when dad first mentioned you and then when Tim and Damien gushed about you. We were worried I mean he's our dad but we didn't know who you were then,no one told us that you were Jacks y/n and we see now that's not the case. Your genuine and we don't have a problem with your age."

Dick continued for him as Jason looked panicked and lost for words.

"Yes we saw today your miles of years ahead of us in maturity we- well we just wanted to meet you without dad there. And like Jason said he is our dad we just don't want to see him hurt again." he added you looked between them still unconvinced fears you had still taunting you.

"I.. I'd never hurt him I love him." you admitted quietly.

"You- You love him?" Jack questioned you nodded smiling Dick smiled softly at you seeing the honesty in your words. He knew then that you weren't going anywhere he'd make sure of it.

"Then Don't leave him... We haven't seen him like this in...Ever really we just wanted to meet the woman who had made him happy that's all. Were sorry about the way we went about it. And want you to know that not just for dad, but we want to get to know you. Maybe not treat you like a mum but more like an older sister?" Dick said trying to pull you away form your dark thoughts. Feeling bad that they might have just fucked up the best thing to happen to their dad. Your eyes twinkled as you looked at the hopefully

"You-you really mean that?" they nodded you smiled wide at them wiping your eyes.

"Yeah then that way you can let loose a little you know act your age a bit?" he added laughing you scoffed clearing the last tears that had gathered away with a napkin handed to you from Damien.

"As if I remember how to do that, thank you both of you I was terrified of meeting you both , if you ever have a problem with me please come and talk to me about it"

"If they ever have a problem with you they can fuck off and take it with them" Damien growled kicking the table leg, knocking it with a force the boy should not posses thoroughly pissed off at his oldest brothers a cold shiver ran down your spin as you saw the terrifying glare he had on his face. If looks could kill... well your rather not tempt fate as in that moment Damien looked like he was defiantly considering it. you didnt notice the three wayne boys sharing a look holding their breath waiting for him to continue. if you only knew.

"Damien enough, you were worse when i met you and you know it" he snapped out of what ever was going on in his head smirking at you

"I was wasnt I?"

the others relaxed and you were all caught of guard as a presence in the corner made them selves known.

"See Master Wayne I told you if you left them to it they d all sort it out." Alferd stated standing up form the table in the front corner before chiding you.

"Miss y/n you really should pay more attention you left the door wide open after you let the boys in." You all gaped at the men Dick and Jason froze feeling Bruce's piercing gaze on their backs. Looking like a couple of boys who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"yes Alfred I suppose your right but I do remember telling them to leave her alone until Monday so I could explain exactly how we met." he said disaproval echoing through his words. you stood up huffing.

"Bruce stop it.. they were just trying to look out for their family which I can appriciate.. leave them be it all sorted now and I didnt have to put on stupid heals for it"

"but i what if i wanted to see you in heels?"

"then you could have asked, anyway how the bloody hell did you to sneak in so quietly are you some sort of ninja or something? Jesus" you asked the group who laughed .if only you knew.

"Any way I don't know about you lot but I spend to much time in this bloody cafe as it is and would like to leave." You finished collecting the crumpled cake papers and cups leaving them in the kitchen before ditching your apron and turning everything off grabbing your bag and coat on the way out.

"What about the cleaning?" Jack asked you shrugged.

"That's Hugh's problem now, he can do some work for a change." you snickered ushering them all out arming the alarm and locking the door.

"He still fucking around?" jack asked you nodded

"Yep boneing his girlfriend is more important then doing his shift's"

"I can fully understand that" Bruce said smirking as the group groaned you rolled your eyes ignoring him

"The others got pissed off so he gets to be here bright and early opening tomorrow cos the rest of us are 'busy'" you chuckled. Bruce slid up beside you pulling you into him

"well you will be." he muttered kissing your lips you blushed as a chorus of ewws and gagging noises carried across the small crowd you stuck out your tongue at them.

"Oh will I now?"

"Yes a very important appointment with me that may run into the afternoon" he said seductivly running his hands across your waist pulling you closer you linked your hands behind his neck.

"Hmm I don't remember arranging that Mr Wayne I might have other plans"

"well I'm sure you could squeeze me in" Jason as grossed out as he was, couldn't help but laugh at that one even Tim snorted you blushed.

"And what makes you say that?" he pulled away slightly

"Because you love me" you froze in his arms shyly looking down he pulled you back up to face him.

"And I love you to" he pulled you towards him kissing you passionately taking your breath away you moaned as the boys created a big fuss.

"OH MY GOD STOP!" Jack cried covering his eyes as Bruce grabbed handfuls of your rear making you squeal and begin laughing.

"Come on Jack you were the one who set us up to have sex remember? take it like a man"

"NOO! SHUT UP EWW I DIDN'T NEED THAT IMAGE!!" you laugh loudly walking past them all ,wrapped up in Bruce's arms leading you towards the Rolls Royce that he had arrived in with Alfred.

"H-hey how are we getting home?"

"The way you came, you don't want to ride with us." Bruce called over his shoulder kissing your neck.

"Bruce not in the car"

"Why not?"

"THAT IS MY SISTER!" Dick laughed out loud watching his little brothers yell about 'being scar'd for life' and 'never getting in the Rolls Royce ever again' yes you were both going to fit right into this mad house. He ushered them all the other way to his car there wasn't enough room really but he'd make them fit.

"Who want to go get Chinese?" he asked distracting them still chuckling to him self. You had turned his dad into a teenager again.

#bruce wayne imagine #batman x y/n #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne fic #batmom imagines

[jjoutermaybanks]

Electric Love || JJ Maybank x Reader

part one part two part three

summary: you’re the newest member of the pogues, a girl living with one foot in the rich life and one foot in the risky life. you fit right in with the crew, especially the charismatic, annoyingly attractive JJ. how will a drunken night of deep conversation and a dreaded summer party change your friendship forever?

word count: 5k

warnings: slight harassment

*not my gif, credit to owner*

PART TWO

You woke up the next morning on a couch.  A familiar couch, you realized, as you ran your fingers along rips and frays you’ve felt hundreds of times before.  Slowly sitting up, your head throbbed with the painful aftermath of last night’s alcoholic endeavors.  With blurry vision and a sore throat, you glanced around the living room of the Chateau, John B.’s rundown house you often found yourself in.

“Morning, princess.”  The voice belonged to JJ, who was behind the couch cooking something in the kitchen.  You craned your neck to spot him, taking in his shirtless torso and relaxed posture.  John B. leaned on the counter beside him, peering doubtfully at whatever JJ was cooking.  It smelled slightly burnt, and you wrinkled your nose.

Groaning, you pressed your hands to your eyes and rubbed away the residual drowsiness there.  “How did I get here?” you grumbled, completely spacing on how you ended up at the Chateau after the beach party.  The last thing you remembered was warming up with JJ after the swim and contemplating your feelings about him.  Everything after that was a total blank.

“You don’t remember?” John B. asked.  “The party was getting boring and most people had left, so we decided to dip.  You were so drunk we knew going home wasn’t an option, so we brought you here.  Kie and Pope are in the other room sleeping still.”

You nodded; this made sense.  You’d told your mom to expect you home late or not at all since you’d probably be sleeping over somewhere.  You only wished you hadn’t blacked out so you could enjoy the rest of the party with your friends.

Getting to your feet, you crossed the room and found a hoodie which you gladly pulled over your freezing upper body.  A crop top and shorts wasn’t the most comfortable outfit to fight a hangover, but this oversized hoodie would definitely help.

As you wandered into the kitchen, JJ turned and smirked at you.  “Wearing my hoodie, huh?  Looks good on you, Y/N.”  You gave him a small smile as you glanced into his pan, frowning at the blob-like mess you saw there.

“This is cooking to you?” you joked, taking in the random ingredients littering the counter.  A bottle of maple syrup was leaking onto the countertop and you swiped a finger across the golden brown liquid, licking your finger happily as the sweetness bloomed on your tongue.  JJ’s gaze lingered on your mouth as you cleaned off the syrup, his hand working to flip whatever was in the pan.

“Yes, in fact, it is,” he fired back, dumping the contents of the pan onto a plate.  “Feel free to enjoy Chef JJ’s world-renowned pancakes.”

Raising your eyebrows, you picked up the “pancake” with your fingers and held it in front of your face, inspecting the lopsided shape and burnt sides.  Your only response was a disbelieving expression which made JJ scoff.

“Come on, I tried.  Besides we didn’t have a waffle-maker, so I had to change my plans.”  He wiped his hands on a towel and threw it over his shoulder, hands on his hips as he pretended to scowl at you.

Tearing a piece off the pancake, you plopped it into your mouth and were surprised at the edible quality.  “You were gonna make me waffles?” you questioned, remembering vaguely how you told him about your dad’s infamous waffles last night.  JJ nodded.

“Yeah, thought it’d be good hangover food.”  His explanation was casual, and you weren’t sure what you expected.  For him to admit he made it just for you, because he wanted to show you how much he cared about you?  That he appreciated you opening up to him?  But you knew JJ, and he wasn’t the warm and fuzzy type.  Waffles were definitely just waffles to him, not symbolic of anything deeper.

Soon enough Kiara and Pope joined you all in the kitchen, and JJ cranked out enough pancakes to feed the whole lot.  It was a real Pogue breakfast, and you spent the morning laughing and chatting with your best friends.  Around noon, Kiara mentioned that she had to leave to meet her parents before the big event tonight.

“What big event?” you asked her.  The only big event you knew about was the beach party last night.

Kiara gave you a puzzled look.  “Don’t you remember?  The Midsummers party?  It’s tonight, and I have a stupid luncheon with my parents and the club committee members before they start getting ready for it.”

When she said the words Midsummers party you remembered exactly what was happening.  Your mother had told you about it weeks ago, in a fit of excitement and nervous giggles.  She’d apparently worked her butt off to get access to the exclusive club, since not being an official Kook made things difficult.  But apparently she’d kissed enough asses and pulled enough strings to score an invite for you, and she’d even gone out and bought special dresses for the occasion.  You’d been dreading it for so long you must have pushed it fully out of your mind, but now you remembered exactly how much you didn’t want to go.

Upon seeing your reaction, Kiara laughed.  “Trust me girl, I’m not excited either.  But you me and Sarah are all going, so we can make it fun.”

“And me,” John B. added with a hint of an embarrassed blush.  He wasn’t used to the perks of dating Sarah Cameron yet.  “I’m going with Sarah as a plus one.”

A lightbulb went off in your mind, and you broke into a grin.  “That’s it!  We can bring Pope and JJ as plus ones!  It’ll definitely make the night more bearable.”  Being surrounded by Kooks for a whole night was never going to be fun, but with the Pogues all there together it would be more than tolerable.

JJ looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.  “Aw, you want me to go as your date?  I’m touched.”  His sparkling eyes made you roll yours, and you pushed him off lightly.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you make everything better,” you told him, and his smile only widened.  “I think it’s a great idea, what do you guys think?”

Pope looked thrilled at the prospect of accompanying Kiara to a fancy party, and even she had a flush on her cheeks.  “You guys ready to go full Kook?” Kiara challenged, and Pope and JJ both pretended to salute.

“I’m ready, sergeant,” Pope joked.  “Send me into the battle zone.”

Satisfied with the morning’s accomplishments, you stated, “Okay, so let’s all meet up beforehand.  Kie, Sarah and I were gonna go to yours anyway, so should the guys meet us there too?”

“Sure thing.  Make sure to dress nice, you guys,” she said pointedly, directing her stern gaze to Pope, JJ, and John B.  John B. threw his hands up in defense.

“Trust me, Sarah’s had my outfit planned for months.”

Pope and JJ met each other’s gazes and sighed.  “Guess we have to clean up for once, dude,” JJ said gravely.  “It’s a shame I have no idea how to tie a tie, though.”

You rolled your eyes.  “I’ll do it for you, you big baby.”

JJ grinned, shooting you a naughty look.  “Any excuse to have your hands on my neck is a good excuse,” he taunted, and you shoved at his bare chest.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.  I’ve gotta go meet my mom, alright?  Be at Kiara’s 6 o’clock sharp.”  With one last threatening glare, you and Kiara strode out of the Chateau and immediately launched into a conversation about how stupid the party was going to be.

Going home was never something you looked forward to.  Your relationship with your mom was neutral at best, and when things like the Midsummers party came around it only drove a deeper wedge between the two of you.  She was a desperate social climber and you wanted nothing to do with the Kooks, so naturally you didn’t get along.  On top of that was the history with your dad, and you knew your mother had never gotten over him the way you have.

“I’m home,” you called, closing the door to your mid-sized, fairly modest new home.  It wasn’t up to Kook standard, but it was way better than the shacks that JJ and John B. lived in.  It felt weird having a foot in each world, and you often felt like you didn’t fit in anywhere.

Your mother burst out of her room and approached you with a breathless smile.  In her arms was the dress.  She’d bought it for you the second she found out you two were able to attend the party, and to say you weren’t looking forward to wearing it was an understatement.  It wasn’t ugly by any means, but you were a shorts and tee shirt kind of girl, not a prissy dress girl.

“There are heels on your bed,” your mother informed you, handing you the dress like it was a baby.  “Try it on--I made a few alterations.”  You forced a smile, not wanting to upset your mother despite your revulsion to the whole evening.  She was excited, and you didn’t want to put a damper on it.

Closing the door to your room, you examined the cursed dress.  It was the palest of blues, made out a slippery chiffon material that a light breeze would easily blow around your feet.  The neckline was a deep sweetheart and the straps were thin, and holding the dress up against you you saw how the color made you look incredibly tan.

You also noticed you still had JJ’s hoodie on, and smiled in the mirror.  It fell to your mid-thigh, almost like a dress itself, and you imagined what it would be like to wear this to the party instead.  JJ would be knocked dead for sure, and you wished you could see the look on his face when you walked in.  

What am I doing? you thought, your smile falling into a frown.  You had these recurring thoughts about JJ all the time, and you definitely knew he was more than a friend.  So why did you jokingly push him away whenever he made advances on you?  Why didn’t you just let him kiss you like you secretly wanted?

Sighing, you pulled off his sweatshirt and folded it neatly on the bed.  You’d give it back to him at Kiara’s, it would be wrong to keep it.  And you pushed all thoughts of kissing JJ out of your mind too; what you needed now was a friend, and JJ was your very best friend.  Kissing was not something best friends did.

After discarding the rest of your clothes you slipped into the dress, surprised at how light and airy the material was and the way it hugged your body.  You rejoined your mother in the living room and she zipped it up for you, stepping back to get a full view.

“Oh, sweetie,” she exclaimed, tears pricking at her eyes.  “You look beautiful.”

Your face beet red from embarrassment, you mustered a smile and turned once in the dress.  “It’s pretty, Mom,” you replied, saying it more to boost her ego than anything.

“Well, I have splendid taste,” she bragged, and you grit your teeth before disappearing back into your room to take the overly girly dress off.

The day could not go by quick enough, and after waiting for what felt like forever it was finally time to go to Kiara’s.  With your dress and makeup bag in tow, you said a quick goodbye to your mother before departing.  She made you promise to find her at the party so she could “introduce you to some friends”, which really just meant she wanted you to get in the good graces of some stuck-up Kook parents.

Getting ready at Kiara’s was just as much as fun as getting ready at Sarah’s last night.  You had good music to drown out any worries, and the three of you helped with makeup and jewelry as you awaited the guys’ arrival.

“Seriously, getting John B. to even try on dress clothes was nearly impossible,” Sarah pouted.  “I know I’m a Pogue now, but can you blame a girl for loving a little dress up?”

Kiara laughed, shaking her head.  “I just can’t imagine any of those guys in anything but ripped tank tops and board shorts.”

“Five bucks JJ shows up in just that,” you challenged, grinning in the small mirror in front of you as you swiped on some highlight.  Some subtle lip gloss, mascara, and highlight was all you decided to wear.  Kiara had woven flower crowns for the three of you and as you placed it atop your head, your transformation was complete.  You’d gone from full Pogue to full princess, with a crown to boot.  Scowling at your reflection, you stood up and fidgeted with the dress.

“I feel so stupid,” you admitted, wobbling slightly in the heels your mother had bought you.  

“Same here,” Kiara echoed, glaring down at her purple dress and smoothing the silky material over her waist.  Sarah looked like a goddess in her off-the-shoulder white dress, and smiled like she was Miss America or something.

“You both look beyond gorgeous, shut up,” she reprimanded.  “Pope and JJ are going to lose their minds.”

Biting your lip, you suppressed a smile.  Secretly you couldn’t wait to see what JJ thought of how you looked.  Would he hate it since it was so not your style?  Would he think Kiara or Sarah was way prettier and decide to flirt with them instead?  Nerves began twisting in your stomach as 6 o’clock grew closer and closer.

Finally it came, and in burst the trio of boys.  The suit that Sarah had chosen for John B. made him look slick, almost like James Bond.  His hair was just as wild as ever though, and she fretted over the brown locks as he kissed her freshly painted lips.

Pope looked suave as well, saying he had worn his special scholarship outfit.  Someone had already done his tie for him, because he was pulling at his neck and frowning.  Kiara straightened it for him and grinned, seeming to forget her annoyance at the party once Pope arrived.

JJ was the most disheveled of them all, but he managed to pull it off in the sexiest way.  A white button down was haphazardly tucked into black slacks, the sleeves pushed up his forearms.  A matching black vest was thrown over top, and what looked like a floral bow tie was hanging off of his neck, sloppily done by whoever attempted to tie it.  Despite the messiness of his appearance, he looked good.  His hair was pushed off his forehead and his hands were buried inside his pockets, almost like he was nervous.

Then his eyes landed on you, and his jaw practically hit the floor.  You blushed at his obvious ogling, feeling shy as he clearly checked you out.  You suddenly hoped the dress looked pretty and that your makeup wasn’t awful.  Under JJ’s gaze, you felt more vulnerable than ever.

“Wow” was all he managed to say, still stricken with disbelief.  “And I thought you looked hot in my hoodie.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, you smiled and took a few steps towards him.  Your hands went to the bow tie at his throat, and JJ instantly tensed at your close proximity.

“Someone really butchered this poor thing,” you told him, biting your lip as you attempted to retie it in an acceptable way.  JJ inhaled deeply, clearly trying to control himself as your fingers ghosted against his neck.

“Wanted to look good for you, babe,” he murmured into your ear, making heat spread out through your body.  Looking up at him through your lashes, you finished tying the bow and leaned back to examine your handiwork.

“You kind of look like a waiter,” you admitted, and JJ snorted.

“As if the Kooks would trust me with their precious sparkling cider,” he mocked.

You raised one eyebrow, folding your arms.  “You know, you look a lot like a Kook right now,” you chuckled, causing JJ to pretend to freak out and mess up his hair.  

“Never!  I am a Pogue for life,” he swore.  “Although, if being a Kook means I get to see you like this more often, sign me up.”

You looked down at your dress, cocking your head.  “Do I...look better like this?  Better than I do normally?”  For a second you worried that JJ liked you better all dolled up, and once you were natural and comfy again he wouldn’t find you pretty anymore.

Leaning against one forearm on the wall, JJ gave you a genuine smile.  “Of course not.  I love when you’re natural.”

Beaming at his praise, you laced your fingers through his and turned to the group.  “Are we ready to do this thing?” you voiced, feeling a little giddy about the party.  There was no way it wouldn’t be fun with this crowd.

Kiara straightened her flower crown and nodded.  “Ready.”

The party was in full swing when you all arrived.  Classical music drifted out of speakers mounted on the Island Club walls, and fancily dressed adults mingled with flutes of champagne in hand.  You spotted your mother attempting to infiltrate a large group of Kooks, and ducked out of view so she couldn’t see you.

Two familiar figures were striding by, and you scowled upon recognizing Topper and Rafe.  “Didn’t know we hired Pogues as the help,” Rafe mocked, giving JJ a sneering look.  “If I want a refill of my champagne, can I ask you to get it?”

You felt JJ brace beside you, and squeezed his hand slightly to calm him down.  He glanced over at you, and you gave him an encouraging smile.  JJ blowing up and hitting someone was not ideal, so you knew it was your job to keep his temper under control.

The Pogues dispersed as Sara dragged John B. to talk to some of her Kook friends and Kiara was roped into a large group with Pope by her side.  Now it was just you and JJ wandering through the party, and you felt extremely uncomfortable.  Kooks were giving you sidelong glances with steely, judgmental eyes.  They didn’t think you belonged there, and truthfully neither did you.  You weren’t one of them, and having JJ on your arm wasn’t helping your image either.  You weren’t ashamed of him, just very conscious of how it looked to be seen with someone like him.

“Look at that lady’s headpiece,” JJ hissed into your ear, pointing to a woman in a loud red dress and an even louder headpiece.  Sharp golden rods like spears shot out of a circle above her head, making her look like the demon sun or something.  You giggled into your hand, not wanting to alert anyone that you were making fun of guests.  JJ continued pointing out awfully dressed attendees, and you spent the next few minutes gaping at some truly dreadful outfits.

He managed to swipe some champagne and presented you with a glass.  Pretending to curtsy, you accepted the drink and downed it in one quick sip.  JJ whistled, copying your actions and draining his glass.

“Am I gonna have to carry you home again, Y/L/N?” he asked.  “Not that I’m opposed, of course.”

“Shut up,” you retorted.  “Champagne won’t get me drunk.  I don’t think.”

He snorted.  “Yeah sure, whatever you say lightweight.”  You socked his arm and he laughed as he tried to avoid the hits, grabbing your hand to stop you from smacking him.  Closing his fingers around yours, JJ led you through the crowd and onto the makeshift dance floor.  Other couples were slow dancing to the song on the speakers, and JJ placed his hands on your hips when you found a space of your own on the floor.

“Are we seriously slow dancing?” you questioned, looping your arms around his neck and laughing.  “This is so gross.”

“Just sway to the music, Y/N.  Let your body take over.”  He closed his eyes and gripped your waist, causing warmth to seep through the skin where he touched you.  Gazing up at JJ’s face, you imagined what would happen if you actually let your body take over right now.  

Apparently your body wanted to kiss him, because you naturally leaned in close until your lips almost brushed his.  JJ realized what you were doing and fluttered his eyes open, parting his lips to meet yours.  Just when you were about to connect, someone tapped your shoulder and shattered the moment.

Grimacing, you separated from JJ and turned to see your mother frowning at you.  “Y/N,” she scolded.  “You were supposed to find me!  I want you to meet people!”

Holding onto JJ for support, you bit your lip and shrugged.  “Can’t I just stay with my friends?”

“No, I got you into this party to mingle, so that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Sighing, you disconnected from JJ and cast him a rueful glance.  He gave you a sad smile, regret swimming in his ocean blue eyes.  You wished you could stay with him for the whole night, but your mother began dragging you away and towards a crowd of judgmental Kooks.

For the next half hour you were stuck pretending to engage in a conversation with the most boring people on the planet.  Everything those people said made you want to roll your eyes, but you resisted for your mother’s sake.  Rafe was part of the conversation, and his eyes never left your face the whole time.

After a while when the conversation dwindled, you saw Rafe gesture for you to follow him.  Begrudgingly, you complied.  Anywhere was better than that boring group.  He walked over to a quieter part of the party, where only a few people were around.

“So,” Rafe began, looking at you up and down.  “How are you enjoying the party?”

Your smile was pinched.  You didn’t know how to act around Rafe; making a Kook mad was never a good idea, but acting nice would take all of your effort.  You chose to be humorous, and answered, “It’s wonderful, I haven’t wanted to gouge my eyes out once.”

He gave an odd chuckle at this, making you shift on your feet.  “Midsummers is particularly horrifying because of all the...what do you even call those headpieces?” he wondered, and you chuckled when he pointed to the woman you and JJ had mocked earlier.

“She could probably kill someone with that,” you stated, feeling a little awkward joking around with Rafe.  He definitely wasn’t the kind of guy you’d choose to hang around, but getting on his bad side would only make your life harder.  It was best to play along with him until he got bored and left.

Rafe looked at you closely, and you smiled to ease some of the tension you felt.  “You know, you’re pretty funny.”  You blushed at his compliment, and he continued.  “I always thought you were too good for those Pogues you hang out with,” 

“Your sister is one of those Pogues,” you pointed out, trying to joke about it.

His expression turned sour at the mention of Sarah.  “My sister is a lost cause ever since John B. manipulated her into loving him.”

You blinked, surprised at the malice in his tone.  Your smile faltered a little but you made sure to keep it up in fear of upsetting him.  When you stayed quiet, Rafe crossed his arms and smirked.  “You on the other hand have potential.”

“Potential?” you asked innocently, and something about your light tone pleased Rafe as he stepped closer to you.

“I think there’s still time to save you from the dark side,” he said lowly, suddenly raising a hand to rest on your cheek.  Before you knew what was happening, he had leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.  You were so shocked you didn’t move at first, merely held your mouth against his as he tried to deepen the kiss.  Lifting a hand to his arm, you tried to push him off but he was stronger than you.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmured against your mouth, grabbing the small of your back to bring you closer to him.  Gagging, you used your other hand to push at his chest until you could tear your mouth away, breathing shakily as you separated.

As you stared incredulously up at Rafe, you spotted a familiar figure a few meters behind him.  JJ stood completely still, his expression full of shock and hurt.  Reacting immediately, you shoved Rafe off and stumbled over to him, grabbing onto JJ’s arm as you stuttered out an explanation.

“He just kissed me, I don’t--”

“It didn’t look like you were trying to stop it,” he snapped, voice cold all of a sudden.  Your eyes widened, watering at his harsh tone.

“I-I swear, I didn’t want to be talking to him, he approached me!”

“So why did I see you smiling and laughing at every word he fucking said?” JJ countered, eyes glinting with fury.  “If you wanted to mack on a Kook, you should’ve just told me.”

Your jaw dropped, and suddenly it became hard to breathe.  “JJ, I...”

“Forget it,” he muttered, pushing his hair out of his face in aggravation.  “If you wanna mack on a Kook, then so can I.”  With this, he stalked away from you and towards a cluster of pretty rich girls.  They burst into giggles when he approached them, probably excited to live out a bad-boy fantasy.  JJ was a natural charmer, and within minutes he had a particularly pretty brunette attached to him.

All of the breath was knocked out of you, and it was hard to stand up.  You didn’t know what hurt more; JJ’s refusal to believe you, his best friend, or how quickly he sidled up to that brunette Kook and was already giving her the eyes he saved for just you.  You felt sick to your stomach, and gripped your arms tightly as you wove through the throng of party-goers, desperate to find another one of your friends.

John B.’s signature tousled hair was spotted standing alone towards the edge of the crowd, sipping champagne and regarding the guests with a disgusted look on his face.  You followed his gaze and saw he was watching Sarah who was chatting up a storm with half a dozen Kook girls that giggled so loudly you could hear them across the room.

“Hey, Y/N,” John B. sighed once you approached.  “I know I’m a terrible boyfriend and should be with Sarah but...I swear to God, I can’t listen to those girls right now.”  He looked to you for approval, almost as if you would’ve disapproved.  But then he caught on to your pained expression, and immediately changed disposition.  “What happened?  Why are you crying?”

You hadn’t realized there were tears staining your cheeks, and as you went to wipe them away a choked sob escaped your lips.  “It’s JJ,” you started, bottom lip trembling as more tears threatened to come.  “He saw Rafe kiss me a-and got mad because he thought I liked it, and then h-he left to go flirt with some stupid Kook girl.”  The words were barely audible over the sound of your crying, but John B. understood you perfectly.

“Wait--Rafe kissed you?  Against your will?”  Anger had seeped into his tone, and you briefly recalled how passionately John B. reacted when his friends were in trouble.

“I-I don’t know, we were talking and I didn’t want to make him angry so I pretended to smile and laugh a-and he just kissed me.  I swear I tried to push him off, but he was so strong it probably looked like I wasn’t trying at all.”  You pressed your fists to your forehead, frustrated with yourself.  “JJ didn’t even listen to me.”

John B.’s face was grave, and he peered around the club trying to spot JJ.  Sure enough, you could both see him clear as day: he had his hands around the brunette, leaning close to her ear and whispering something that caused her to giggle.  Their closeness made you want to throw up, and you forced yourself to look away.

“Rafe is an asshole, and I swear the next time I see him I’ll make him regret ever even speaking to you,” John B. vowed, his serious tone making you laugh morosely.  All you could do was nod as you imagined JJ and that Kook getting closer and closer, maybe even falling in love.  You had to admit, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.  JJ might have said he despised the Kooks, but you knew there was a part of him that was crazy jealous.  He had to scrape by just to live, and with an abusive father thrown on top of it.  If that Kook girl could offer him a safe life of luxury, you knew he’d jump at the chance.

You also knew you could never give him what he needed.  You couldn’t protect him from his father; you could barely sustain a tolerable relationship with your mother.  And as for giving him a better life, you didn’t have that kind of money or resources.  You were the outsider, the painfully average girl that was just lucky enough to become friends with the Pogues.  JJ deserved better than you, and it was time you admit this.

“It’s okay,” you finally declared, half for John B. and half for yourself.  “JJ can do whatever he wants.  He’s not mine.”  This last part was said quietly, and you didn’t even know if John B. heard.  He’s not yours.  It was the cruel truth; as much as your feelings for JJ had grown recently, and as much as you wanted him to just kiss you already, you knew he wasn’t yours to have.  And at this rate, he never would be.

#outer banks #obx #pope outer banks #pope obx #john b #john b outer banks #john b obx #kiara outer banks #kiara obx #sarah outer banks #sarah obx #jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj obx #jj one shot #jj mayback x reader #jj smut #obx smut #outer banks smut

[thespianbooks]

A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 3//

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10)

(tags: @thron3ofbooks, @df3ndyr, @judexcardanxgreenbriar, @art-e-mis, @herondamnn, @the-third-me, @emikadreams)

The following couple of days passed in a blur as I tried not to count down the hours leading up to Rhys’s return. After a week apart, the ache for my mate to come home was nearly stifling. I didn’t want to compare it to the near-month we had been separated before the war with Hybern; when I had acted as a double agent for my court, for my family, in order to save them. It was agonizing, my daemati abilities and magic being drained by the faebane slowly poisoning me; all while being unable to fully communicate with Rhys through our bond. Last night, our last apart, I had to remind myself that this was nothing like it; we were in the same court and he was due back in a few hours. Just as I was turning in for the night, I found a note on my dresser and nearly knocked it over as I lept for the folded piece of paper with a simple sentence scribbled in his handwriting: 

I’ll be home first thing in the morning.

I smiled at his words for far longer than was probably necessary, recalling the notes we used to pass each other in the early days of our friendship; before I realized that we could simply communicate through our bond and shared daemati powers, before I even realized we were mates. My heart swelled at the gesture; imagining him writing the quick note and sending it off with a no-doubt smug grin. I chose not to write back and set it back down on the dresser before enduring a fitful sleep. I was glad the symptoms of my illness were nearly gone and no longer plagued me at night; the strange glimmer at my core remained and flitted about from time to time, but it remained calm now as I laid in bed with eyes trained on the wall of windows across from me. The rising sun was beginning to bathe the sky in morning light; oranges, yellows, and soft pinks blending into the night sky as the sun began its slow ascent. I bit my lip as I glanced down at myself, picking off a stray speck of dust from the red and lacy underthings I wore—a favorite of Rhys’s and one I saved for special occasions.

I sighed deeply, closing my eyes for a brief moment as I stretched my stiff limbs. I didn’t have to open my eyes as I felt him a second later. I smiled as the room was filled with his scent—salt, citrus, and rain. I breathed him in, relief filling every inch of me; noting a very faint, yet familiar, aroma radiating between us. Before I could name it, strong arms enveloped me as I opened my eyes and met with violet.

“Hello Feyre darling,” he purred as he pulled me against him.

I arched my back, allowing his arms to encircle my waist. My hands brushed through his dark locks, making the first contact between us delicate and loving, as he hovered over me. My breathing hitched as I realized his Illyrian leathers were already gone and he pulled me closer.

“You’re here,” I breathed.

His lips met the skin between my neck and shoulder, “I did promise I would be here first thing in the morning.”

“I didn’t realize it would literally be at the crack of dawn,” I teased; one hand moving to grip the hair at the nape of his neck while the other gripped his shoulder, my hips rolling against him.

His hands moved to admire the undergarments I wore, tugging at them with an achingly slow ease, “What can I say? I couldn’t stay away, Feyre darling.”

My breath hitched again as his lips finally caught mine, and any restraint I exercised before now snapped. I kissed him feverishly, hands dragging down his back as his wings flared out instinctively at my touch. I grinned on his lips, “Extra sensitive, are we?”

He growled in response, pressing my hips down as I tried rolling them again, “To think, I almost forgot what a cruel, beautiful thing you are, mate.”

My grin only widened as he moved from my lips down my neck, and further. Leaning my head back with a soft moan, I briefly thought of where the other two Illyrians might be. If Rhys was here, had they remained at the camps to wrap up any leftover business, or-

“Are you really thinking about other males while I’m doing this?” He drawled, nipping at my collarbone as his hand slid between us.

I gasped at his touch, arching my back against him and realized my mental shields had been shamelessly thrown down the second our lips met. Blushing, I tugged at his hair lightly, his eyes meeting mine again as I breathed, “Maybe if you weren’t taking so long, I wouldn’t let my mind wander.”

He growled lowly and the sheer intensity behind those now darkened violet eyes caused me to shiver against him as any previous thoughts and taunts I had vanished; I pulled him back down for a vigorous kiss.

x

Not too long after, we decided not to leave our room for the rest of the day.

He spent the remainder of the morning cherishing every inch of my body, and I did the same, unable to resist him for more than a few minutes before we launched into another round. I couldn’t help feeling amused at our frenzy; reminding me of when we were newly mated. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered what Rhys told me then, about the inherent need to ensure his mate was impregnated. Maybe that was why the frenzy was renewed now; after a week apart, our mating instincts were trying to pick up where we left off before his absence.

Rhys inhaled my scent deeply as a strong hand flattened on my stomach, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we lay in bed--finally allowing ourselves a break. I traced lazy circles on his chest as he took another breath. “Something’s different,” he commented casually.

“What do you mean?” I asked, tracing the dark whorled patterns of the tattoos on his chest; admiring them and dreaming of how to include them into my next painting.

“I don’t know, but something feels off,” he said a little more seriously, and I heard the concern beginning to brew.

I hesitated. I made sure my mental shields were intact as I contemplated revealing my mysterious illness to him. The first night I was sick, my mental shields had been lowered during my vulnerable moment and he was able to guide me through my panic--no doubt being awakened as abruptly as I had been by my nightmare and the illness that followed. Since then, I battled to make sure they remained whole during my nausea spells in order to prevent him from worrying about me further. He noted the delay in my response and frowned.

“You’ve been sick,” it wasn’t a question.

I sighed, “Just a little,” I quickly added before he could protest, “It wasn’t a big deal. I just had a couple of bad days feeling lousy, but I’m much better now.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His frown remained, fingers curling into my waist protectively.

“I didn’t want you to worry. You, Cass, and Az had business to take care of in the war camps. How did that go?” I raised a brow, wondering at the slight curl of his lips at the mention of his brothers.

He reigned himself in and sighed, “There were no female recruits in this year’s Rite, as I suspected.”

I rolled my eyes, “I bet Cassian loved that.”

He snorted, “Oh, he loved it so much that Az and I heard all about it for the remainder of our stay.”

“I don’t blame him. He worked hard to train those females, to make sure they were caught up enough to survive out in the mountains,” I empathized. I personally worked with Cassian to train alongside the female Illyrians; giving them my own advice and even instructing some of them on how to properly hold a blade. Tired of Devlon’s constant excuses as to why the females were so behind in their training, Cassian brought them to our own training pit at the estate. After spending several months training with the females of age, I knew how excited they were at the prospect of participating in the Rite.

“I don’t either,” Rhys amended, tracing a finger around my navel; eyeing his own movement as contemplation settled on his face. “We’re going to put more pressure on Devlon for next year. Apparently the other camp lords ‘overwhelmed’ him in their vote to include the females this year.”

I frowned, “Was there any more news on the other camp lords?”

Rhys sighed deeply, already knowing what I was referring to. Ten years ago the son of the camp lord of the Ironcrest camp, Kallon, began spreading post-war dissent among other war camps; putting all the blame of their fallen comrades on the High Lord of the Night Court’s shoulders. Kallon also placed equal responsibility on Cassian and Azriel’s shoulders, seeing as they were not only Illyrian bastards but also close to Rhys and followed his orders. However, after taking over his father as camp lord of Ironcrest, Kallon was silenced once Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel visited the camp. Rhysand made sure to make his presence in the camp known by having Cassian add it to his rotation of monthly check-ins. Not even a year later, the rumors of his insubordination had quieted. We thought the issue was over until Azriel’s recent reports picked up on more of Kallon’s old talks resurfacing among the war camps. During this year's Blood Rite, the trio made it a priority to scavenge any details during their stay in Bloodhaven under the guise of attending and observing the Rite and all its ceremonies and celebrations for their new Illyrian warriors.

“I had Azriel scout the surrounding war camps, and he only picked up on a few of the details we already knew of. It seems they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut with their High Lord present,” He said, moving to press his nose against the hollow of my neck and inhaled my scent once again.

I giggled, tangling my fingers in his hair, “Stop trying to deflect, I want to know more about what happened.”

“So do I,” he breathed deeply, spreading his fingers out on my stomach again as if he were still trying to inspect it.

I furrowed my brow, “Why do you keep touching my stomach and smelling me?”

“Now who’s deflecting?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said, raising his head to look at me. “You were sick while I was gone, and lied to me about it. Now I’m back and your scent is off, I’m trying to figure out why.”

“I didn’t lie,” I muttered, avoiding his consuming gaze for a minute before eventually meeting his eyes; nothing but sheer worry lined them and I sighed, “I was only sick for a few days. It started the night I woke up from that nightmare and puked my guts up. The next day I was sick to my stomach for a few hours, and it was on-and-off for a few days after. I’ve been really tired ever since, but the puking stopped two days ago.”

He frowned, “What could have possibly made you sick?”

I shrugged, “You know how many children I’m around during my painting lessons at the studio. Odds are one of them had something I caught. But I’m fine now, really,” I promised.

His shoulders relaxed a bit, but his hand remained on my stomach, “That doesn’t explain why your scent would be different.”

“Are you saying I smell bad?” I pretended to be hurt.

“Well…” he grinned mischievously as I rolled my eyes and tried turning away from him, but his strong arms kept me in place gently. “Maybe it has to do with our mating bond. A sick female would alarm her mate via her scent.”

“Well there you go. Now that I’m getting better, my regular old scent will come back,” I said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.

He chuckled, his nose returning to the soft hollow at the base of my neck “Maybe you’re pregnant.”  

I rolled my eyes; he liked to make that joke every time I so much as yawned or expressed any mild manner of fatigue. “I’m not pregnant,” I reluctantly admitted, “I’m due for my cycle in a couple of weeks, if anything that’s probably why I’m still so drained.”

“Should I send for Madja?” He asked, half serious.

I shook my head, “We don’t need to bother her every time my cycle returns, Rhys.”

“You say that every time, and every time she ends up prescribing pain relieving tonics and a slew of herbal teas,” he reasoned, his finger tracing lazy circles around my navel once again.

I smiled, “Which is why I stocked up last time she was here, so don’t call her.”

He sighed reluctantly, but I felt his smile on my skin as he pressed a kiss to the spot, “Fine, but I reserve my right to take care of you.”

I nodded and placed a hand on his chin, tilting his head up in a gesture which he immediately responded to by joining our lips in another deep kiss. “I guess I can deal with that,” I allowed.

He chuckled darkly as he moved from my lips and down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. I sighed deeply, wanting to give in to another round with him, but I needed to know more about the war camps.

“Did Cassian and Azriel stay behind this morning?” I asked him.

I blinked in alarm at his feral growl as he heard their names, his hands holding me a little more protectively, which seemed to shock him as well. He cleared his throat, “Yes, but they’ll return this afternoon,” he said quietly.

“Rhys,” I began, but he shook his head in apology.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what that was,” he said, true remorse behind his words.

“You haven’t acted this way since we were newly mated,” I said with a frown; now it was my turn to be concerned.

He nodded in agreement, “I know. I think after our time apart, some of my primitive instincts have returned,” he admitted sheepishly.

I smiled in understanding, “I guess this means you’re not allowed to be apart from me for this long ever again.”

“I don’t want to be overbearing,” he divulged, and I knew the thought troubled him.

I shook my head, “You’re not. I didn’t enjoy our time apart anymore than you did,” I reassured, running my hands down his arms before adding “And when you came back...well, you saw how eager I was.”

His feline smile sent my heart fluttering wildly, and I felt that subtle glimmer return at my core for a few seconds. Rhys must have felt it too, because his hand returned to its place on my stomach, “Ever since I felt that tremor between us, my instincts have been heightened. It took everything in my power not to winnow back home to you that night,” he explained.

“It’s probably because I was sick,” I reasoned. “If your innate fae instincts tell you your mate is sick and you can’t tend to them, of course those possessive feelings return.”

He didn’t seem to be that satisfied with my explanation, still ashamed of his behavior, but he nodded. His eyes glanced down at his hand, that earlier scrutiny lining his eyes again. Before I could press him about it, he leaned in to kiss me and sighed deeply.

“Still, I promise I’ll do my best to repress them. Will you bear with me in the meantime?” He asked solemnly.

I nodded, giving him another reassuring smile. “As long as you bear with mine,” I said quietly, shifting my weight in his arms so I could hover over him.

That mischievous grin returned to his handsome face as I straddled him, but faltered when my stomach growled. “Maybe we should have some breakfast first,” he suggested, hands gripping my waist lightly to nudge us apart.

I didn’t budge, instead nipping at a particularly tender spot on his neck that I frequently favored. “Later,” I breathed, a hand dragging down his chest lightly.

He agreed with a groan and leaned his head back as he yielded to my touch.

#feysand #rhys x feyre #feyre x rhysand #feyre cursebreaker #feyre archeron #feyre darling #high lady feyre #rhysand #high lady of the night court #high lord of the night court #high lord rhysand #illyrian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acotar fanfiction #sjm fandom #feysand babies #velaris #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of nightmares #a court of frost and starlight #court of dreams #a court of silver flames

[mypassionfortrash]

You’ve Got This

You finally lose your virginity to Roger!

Warnings: STRCITLY 18+, smut! Notes: This was a request from @scorpiogemini who requested number 5 (massage) and number 18 (first time sex) from this prompt list. Please note that I won't be taking any more requests until after November - thanks!

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Puffing out your cheeks, you leaned against the sink and looked into the steamed-up mirror. “You can do this. You’ve got this. Be cool,” you muttered at your reflection as nerves coiled around your insides. “You can do this.”

You were certain your legs might have failed you if the walk from the bathroom into the bedroom had been longer; your hands balled up into fists around the neckline of a white, fuzzy bathrobe that smelled just like Roger.

“You ready?” Roger asked, sitting upright in his underwear. His heavy-lidded eyes seemed tired - a pleasant, dazed shade of exhausted. It made you question how long you spent in the shower, psyching yourself up for this. 

You perched on the edge of the bed, out of Roger’s reach. Smiling a small smile, you sighed, “I think so.” Then, you shut your eyes, feeling the bed dip behind you as Roger closed in. The hair around your shoulders was swept aside, creating space for Roger to press dainty kisses to your neck. 

“You’re nervous,” he hummed, clawing down your bathrobe; exposing more skin to his touch.

“No shit.”

“Here, let me help you get comfortable,” Roger suggested, patting the bed.

You turned around to face him, wondering what exactly he had in mind. Skimming your fingers over the collar of the robe, you managed to rasp out a timid: “should I keep this on or…?”

“I mean,” Roger shrugged, “it’s gonna come off either way, isn’t it?”

It earned a laugh from you but deep down, your worries continued to rage. 

His gaze was intent as you loosened the tie and slid the robe down your shoulders. You couldn’t bear to look at him. Doubt, nerves and a hint of shame flowed over your chest as the chill in the room lapped at your body.

Roger patted the bed again.

Not wanting to waste another second, you covered yourself up as much as your arms would allow and crawled back on to the bed, lounging on your stomach in front of Roger.

“You ready?” he asked, giving your side a cursory stroke.

“Go for it,” you said, muffling your face in the fluffy duvet. You waited face down for it to happen. The bed rose and fell around you as Roger went about his business, coming to rest even closer to you than before; then came the snap of a bottle opening. The sharp nip of something on your back made you recoil. “Fuck! That’s freezing.”

“Sorry,” Roger chuckled as he began to massage circles across your shoulder blades. “Should probably have warmed that up beforehand.”

The shock didn’t last long, though. The sense of allowing your mind to go blank as Roger kneaded the tension from your body was nothing short of exhilarating.

Then he worked his way towards the small of your back.

You always complained about that. Being parked behind a desk all day - every day - tended to wreak havoc didn’t help matters. But Roger’s hands were glorious; dextrously driving his knuckles along your muscles, banishing all your pains and twinges. You couldn’t help but moan into the back of your arm in delight.

“I think someone likes that.”

“I love it,” you purred, noticing another sort of tension mounting inside you as Roger’s hands roamed.

“What about this?” he asked, spending a fleeting second around your waist, before pressing his fingers into your bottom.

“Yes,” you answered in a coy tone, biting down on your lip. Now things were becoming interesting. Intuitively, your thighs spread further apart in the hopes that he’d notice that his efforts were appreciated. After all, despite your initial nerves, you were fast growing restless.

No such luck, though. Roger’s fingertips glid across the backs of your thighs. Up and down, over and over, in pleasing, firm movements that hammered home how much you craved him.

Your hips swayed from side to side, begging him to delve between your thighs. Something that might make a start on relieving the ache in your core. You could hear him laugh smugly to himself. 

Then he totally ignored your hints. He returned to your waist. 

You uttered the pettiest whine you could summon to voice your disdain.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Roger asked.

“Lower.”

“You’re the boss.”

His hands left your back for a moment, and then you sensed him shift around you; he was straddling your legs now. His grasp returned to your bum, grabbing it and making your skin pale under his touch; nothing like the soft massaging motions before. There was something about his presence behind you that told you he too was tired of all this teasing and that he really needed to let loose on you. His hands strayed to your thighs again. This time he devoted more attention to the sensitive inner flesh, gently ghosting his fingers over it. “Have I ever told you how much I love your legs?” Roger mused.

“No?” you replied, attempting to part them as much as you could for him.

“So soft. The kind of thighs you just want to squeeze, Or maybe…” he began, moving down the bed, “bury your face between for a little while.” His hands came to rest on your cheeks, spreading them apart ever so slightly.

You could sense his breath desperately close to where you wanted him, but so far away. You arched your hips into him, closing the gap until his tongue lapped the length of your pussy. All those nerves, all those worries, just melted away while his tongue worked over your lips; ravenously tugging them into his mouth, pulling at them, sucking at them while he groaned against you. It felt far more intimate than you imagined it would. But now was no time to get hung up on it - he had wound you so tight, taunted you so much that you just couldn’t abandon it. Soon, your hips rolled with his mouth, squirming against his hands and the vice-like grip they had on them. “I want to see you,” you demanded into the duvet.

His hands fell to your sides, but his mouth stayed put. A subtle cue for your to manoeuvre on to your back; no easy feat and very undignified. In the back of your mind, the seeds of worry grew again; the thought of him seeing you from his angle wasn’t pretty. You scrunched your eyes closed, allowing Roger to carry on. Only to open one of them again when you realised he had decided to take a break. You glanced down.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, seeming concerned.

“I love it,” you sighed, trying your best to appear convincing.

Roger shuffled up the bed again, his face so close you could catch your scent on him as he loomed over you. “Not buying it,” he smirked, smoothing stray strands of hair from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” you began, turning your head away from him. “It’s not a very attractive angle, is it?”

“Oh boy,” Roger groaned, laughing at the same time. “You’re in for a treat when you see this ugly mug mid-shag.”

“Yeah, but… you know.”

“Nobody looks good when they’re going at it. But you can’t let that get in the way of allowing yourself to feel good. Have fun with it.”

“I’m terrified you won’t want to…”

Roger rolled over next to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Look, unless you sound like a hyena when I get you off, I’d quite like to keep you around for the foreseeable.”

“I promise I don’t.”

“As for me, on the other hand, you’re well within your rights to…” Roger trailed off, making a slicing motion with his finger against his neck.

It seized a soft chuckle from you. Then the sight of the tent in Roger’s underwear caught your eye. “I should probably take care of that for you, shouldn’t I?” you asked, darting your eyes between Roger’s baby blues and his cock.

He was swift to stop you. “No, no, no. This is all about you. I just want you to enjoy this.”

“Okay,” you said in a wavering voice.

Roger nodded, tugging his lip between his teeth. Then his expression darkened, flashing you a look laced with lust. He drifted lower, towards your neck, to lap at the tender skin behind your ear, fast rekindling the fire in your belly.

Your need instantly turned uncontrollable.

Your fingers tangled through Roger’s mane, trying to find some amount of leverage to roll your hips into his body above you. Growing desperate, your legs snaked around his middle, binding him to you in an effort for him to stay put. To make him finally give in and take you. Just like you wanted. “Please,” you begged against Roger’s mouth as feverish, urgent kisses rained down on your lips. “Please, can you…” You trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn at the prospect of asking the million-dollar question. The feeling of stupidity at your reluctance to do just that replaced the shame you felt. Roger wanted this to be about you; about what made you feel good. How was he supposed to know if you didn’t ask? Your mind mulled it over, while your body relished Roger’s kisses. If your mouth could just verbalise it. “Roger?”

Roger was somewhere between your neck and your breasts; as soon as he heard that, his head shot up. “Yes, darling?”

“I really want you to ffff…”

He shimmed up so that his face was mere inches from your own. “Sound it out,” he encouraged, a smirk plastered over his face.

“I want you to…”

“To…” he repeated.

“Fuck me!” you blurted, exploding into a bout of giggles. “Please fuck me.”

Roger, too, had succumbed to the humour of the situation, burying his head against your neck. His laughter rumbled through you as his body jerked, trying to cope with the excitement.

“Will you?” you wheezed.

“Oh, alright then!” He sank back on to his knees, delivering a swat to your thighs. “Gotta spread these a bit more for me,” he continued, pulling them apart. “That’s it.” He casually drew his thumb up and down your slit, lingering on your clit long enough to pull an enthusiastic mewl from you. He looked up at you again, focusing on every little detail of your expression as he teased you. It was cruel of him to keep you waiting. He knew that. But he adored how desperate you were getting. A far cry from how nervous you were just half an hour ago. “And you’re absolutely sure this is what you want?”

“Just do it! Stop teasing,” you squeaked, angling your hips.

“Alright! Alright! Bloody hell, you’re getting demanding,” he said with a wink. But you didn’t have to tell him twice. Slipping his underwear down his thighs, he gave you that first glimpse of his thick, throbbing cock; his free hand pumped around it allowing you time to admire the sheer amount of girth that was about to fill you. To mentally prepare yourself. “Like what you see?”

“Are you sure it’s going to fit?” you gawked with wide eyes.

Roger continued thumbing away at your clit with his other hand. “You’re lovely and wet for me. I can be nice and gentle to start off with - I promise.”

“Okay.”

Roger’s eyes were loaded with concern, watching your face for any trace of discomfort. The tip of his cock slipped through your folds, up and down, with ease. Every swipe made your breathing labour under the anticipation until finally, he paused right where you wanted him. Everything seemed to stand still for just a moment. “Ready?” he asked, taking one of your hands in his and giving it a squeeze.

“Nice and slowly.”

“I’ve got you,” he reassured.

Initially, your body wanted to resist. Everything tightened up, but Roger was with you every step of the way, coaxing you to feel comfortable with kind words in his soft voice. It took a few tries, but gradually, you accepted him, growing delirious at the sensation. The way you seemed to relax to accommodate him, but also how he stretched you and made you feel so ridiculously full far beyond what you thought possible. He hadn’t even kicked into motion, but the pleasure was so divine it made you convulse beneath him.

“Feel good?” he mumbled, draping himself over you to kiss your nose.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Okay, darling, I’m gonna start… just tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop.”

“Promise.”

Roger stayed nose-to-nose with you while his hips shifted against yours. 

Another sear of pleasure shot through your body, feeling Roger come unstuck from you; empty for a split second. And then he began a slow, painstaking rhythm. Smoothly rolling his hips, his cock brushed that sweet spot inside of you, forcing your arms around his body and a gasp against his neck. “You feel so amazing.”

“You like that, darling?” Roger asked, his tone becoming ragged.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, your cunt’s so tight,” he keened. “How about I give you a proper fucking?”

The change in Roger’s level of patience made you twitch around him, but intrigue got the better of you. “Yes, please,” you nodded.

He didn’t miss a beat, getting back on to his knees again and gripping your hips tightly. He set about a rhythm that made your head spin and your entire body shudder. He looked like he was on the brink of coming; head back, uttering growls and curses and your name through gritted teeth while he mercilessly fucked you.

You needed to catch up.

Reaching down between your legs, your fingers instinctively found their way to your clit to rub crude frantic circles around it. Anything to get yourself off. A race against how long your own body would allow Roger to hold out for as he rutted into you like a feral animal. The sounds that came out of him - those hushed hisses as he neared the edge - were what did it for you, making you shake and milk his cock for everything it could give you, while you just tried to keep quiet by biting into the pillow beside you.

Roger collapsed over you when his movements stilled. His breath fell on your chest in jagged wisps as he fought off stars in his vision. And all you could do was look up at the ceiling, harbouring a swell of elation in your gut at what had just happened. Not only had you lost your virginity to Roger, but he gave you a glimpse of a side to him you never realised existed. You smiled to yourself, allowing your eyes to close. Your body felt utterly spent.

“Darling?” Roger whispered, moving to your side to take you in his arms. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, moving into him - allowing him to kiss your hair.

“Hope that wasn’t too ugly for you.”

“Are you kidding me,” you began, turning to face him. “You were perfect.”

“As were you, darling,” Roger chuckled. “The most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen, in fact!”

Your own laughter just highlighted the fact that the pair of you were lying in your own filth and fluids. A damp patch formed underneath you. “I think I better… clean myself up.”

“Okay. I’ll maybe change these sheets, then.”

The pair of you scrambled to your feet. You got on your way towards the bathroom, while Roger dug out fresh bed linen. Your legs had turned to mush with all of the excitement; but all you wanted was one moment by yourself to gather your thoughts. Why was the walk to the bathroom always so long?

The door closed and you were alone again, staring at your reflection in the harsh incandescent light. Tousled hair, a dull sheen of sweat on your skin. And a broad smile on your face.

You did that.

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Under Fire - Pt 17

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 6K Rating: M Genre: Gang AU/ Mafia AU, Drama, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: Violence Pairings: Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader.   Pairings (in this chapter):  Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, J-Hope x Reader,  Jimin x Reader 

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS.

Chapter 17 - When a Boy Meets Evil

POV Y/N

You stand outside of the library, hand hovering over the knob willing yourself to go in. Trying to assure yourself that you won’t see your father sitting there, tied to his chair, surrounded by pool of blood. The thoughts may be irrational, but the image still doesn’t leave your mind.

Your other hand holds on to the drafted bill that will be going before the assembly. With the foundation still closed and under investigation, Jin had redirected the legal team to work on this. You’ve been trying to familiarize yourself with the document for the past week. The legal jargon was easily solved by quick internet searches, but the obscure court cases used to build the claim were proving difficult to find online.  Your father’s law books carry transcripts of many of these proceedings but of course he keeps those in the library, bringing you to your current predicament.

You begin to shiver in the hall, you had forgotten how cold this house can be in the winter. The rooms always warm up quickly but the halls remain frigid. You finally convince yourself that you will go in, grab what you need, and then retreat back to the warmth of the server room. There’s no need to linger once you have the materials. With a deep breath, your fingertips brush the handle, the metal begins to turn, but not from your touch.

Jin throws the door open from the other side, not looking where he’s going he runs into you while making a hasty exit.

“(Y/N)?” He steadies you with a grip on your shoulders. You spot a black envelope in his hand, seeing your direction of sight he quickly tucks it away before returning to his hold to you. “Sorry.” He looks at you and back at the library in confusion, your behaviour in avoiding this room still known to him. “Were you looking for me?”

You hold up the bill, “No, I just need to look up a few things.” He looks back to the door with a slight grimace, and then his watch. “I have to run or I’d give you a hand... are you still good for tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah, hopefully I should be ready by then.”

He leans down to give you a swift kiss to the cheek and a few more words before departing. “You’ll be fine, this will speak for itself we just need to get it into their hands.”

You slowly edge into the library. The fireplace is still lit which you find odd, Jin wouldn’t have left it unattended. You look over to the shelves at the opposite end pinpointing the legal section from a distance. Once you reach the correct row that’s when you spot him, sitting on the floor with his head buried in a book, taking notes on a sheet next to him. Your father’s ring glints in the light as his pen scratches the paper.

You’ve only seen Namjoon in passing since the night of the accords, that was two weeks ago. You thought that he might be avoiding you, finding him in here confirms your suspicions.

As you approach he speaks up. “Jin I told you I’m not taking it off the table, we’ll discuss it later with everyone.”

Namjoon peers over his book making a small sound when he realizes it’s you he’s addressed instead. You feel bad for encroaching on his space. You find it difficult to be in his presence, if he is going to this extent to stay away from you, you can only assume he feels the same.

“Sorry, Jin didn’t say that anyone else was in here. I can go if I’ll get in your way.” Why didn’t he warn you Namjoon was in here? You could have prepared yourself better than the stuttering mess that you are now.

“No it’s fine.” His tone is low his eyes turn back to then book. You begin to search the shelves next to him, pausing when he addresses you again, “That night... you didn’t come back down.”

“No. I wasn’t really in the mood after what had happened. I wanted to think a couple things through.”

“In Suga’s room?”

You know that Namjoon had come looking for you. Suga accidentally woke you that evening when returning to bed. He had sent Namjoon away with the understanding that you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t expect Namjoon to bring it up though, as if he’s jealous of Suga.

You turn back to look at him, “Yes in Suga’s room. I was upset Namjoon, forgive me for not wanting to be completely alone in that moment.”

Namjoon clenches the book in his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I upset you I didn’t intend for that to happen. It’s better this way, I’ll hurt less now than if we carried on and I disappoint you in the future.”

You find that hard to imagine, the thought of being in more pain. “My intention was to let you know what I needed that night. I didn’t want to push you away, I wanted you to try. Loneliness hurts more... remember?”  

“Do you truly want that? Do you want me to lie and say that I can be better when history tells me I can’t? No, I’d rather have you hate me now than loathe me forever. I don’t want you to be alone either, but please just be careful. Be careful with Suga, he might not be as unattached from the situation as you think.”

“Even he is, he’s not one to let his feelings cloud his judgement. He’s not afraid to let me take part.” Suga has spent most of his time with you over the past couple of weeks. He would distract you with new skills to learn taking you to the shooting range and getting you to perform the calculations required to take an accurate shot. He may be keeping you close but he has barely touched you since that night. His number one priority it seems, is making sure you can defend yourself.

“Not in ways that you’ve seen. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“The only person doing that right now is you. Suga is trying to help me so please just let him.”

You take a step away from Namjoon, as you put an end to the conversation. You go back to searching the shelves pulling several books off and adding to your reference pile. Every now and then from the corner of your eye you can see Namjoon look over to you, eyes reaching over the pages of his book.

Eventually he gets up and approaches you this time. “If you’re looking for the case files you’ll need this too.” He hands you the tome that he was reading but the slip of paper he was taking notes on is nowhere in sight. “Good luck tomorrow. I’ll be meeting with the others but... I hope you know, that you can always call if you need me. That will never change.”

A short thank you is all you can manage to convey. You watch as he slowly saunters away leaving alone in the library, you last five more minutes before deciding to withdraw from the room too. Without Namjoon to distract you the memories of this place come to the forefront of your mind once again. Taking your stack you exit after dousing the flames.

Hauling the pile back to the warm server room as you had planned, you take a seat on the couch while JK works to gain entrance to the assembly building’s cameras.

Many of the cases focused on the management of drugs distributed by the pharmaceutical branch of Kim’s Company. They had sold medications and conducted trials without proper communication of accurate side effects. They weren’t just covering the drug that could be made into BlackDust, but everything from painkillers to cancer treatments.

The bill is trying to prove the need for government oversight and restrictions on their products including the need to brand the new medication as a narcotic. As the Kim company can not be trusted to place those labels themselves.

Namjoon had been looking through a select volume featuring corporate court cases from 10 to 15 years ago. The most prominent listing was a chemotherapy trial. There were more than 50 defendants lumped together with the same case, all of them suing on the bases of wrongful death on the behalf of a family member.

“JK, is there any reason why Namjoon would be looking into a case from 12 years ago?”

JK continued to look at his screen, you can hear the hesitation in his voice, “No idea maybe he’s looking into new leads.”

“New leads for what?”

“You should ask him.”

“Is it something you don’t know, or that you can’t talk about?”

“For him, it’s something personal.”

...

Jin and Jimin wait for you in the entrance hall the next morning. Jin had reached out to his contacts organizing meetings with the members of the national assembly. While Jimin will be escorting you for security purposes.

The first visit is a bust, with the member of the legislature getting a call for a family emergency.

Your next appointment cancels due to illness. The third cuts your meeting short for an important last minute appointment.

After several more instances like this you know you’re all thinking the same thing, but no one will come out and say it to the officials. With each excuse Jimin’s eyes roll back, while Jin clicks his tongue and tilts his head, the sarcasm in his dismay always very prevalent.

“That’s such a shame.” Jin lightly taunts the assembly member as you leave another office, before leading you to the next. You’re early of course having expected the lasts appointment to have gone on longer. Jin excuses himself to make a phone call while you and Jimin sit on the bench out front. Out of habit you slowly leaf through the document to occupy yourself, trying to quell your anxiety over the prospect that this one will follow the same pattern as all the others.

Jimin angles his shoulder behind yours and shuffles closer. You can slowly feel his hand move across your lower back. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, and to an observer it look like he is keeping watch over a door down the hall. You smile at his attempt to maintain his professional cover, while making sure that your okay.

A secretary comes out of the office you are waiting to enter, but as she runs off to the restroom she leaves the door slightly ajar. You listen closely as two voices carry from the room.

“Shall we go grab some lunch?”

“I can’t I only have a few minutes left before I have to meet with that Park woman.”

‘That Park woman’... you don’t like how that sounds, and neither does Jimin, you watch as he goes rigid in his seat next to you.

“Ah you too? I had a meeting with her today, luckily my secretary was able to cut it short.” You remember the voice as the first member you had met today, the one with the family emergency.

“What did she want?”

“She had a bill to present, one that would raise regulations on pharmaceutical companies. Touching anything of hers thought would be political suicide. The woman has more scandals than a celebrity.”

“I’ve heard. She comes out of nowhere as the sole heir after the death of her father and you’re telling me she had nothing to do with it?”

“Don’t forget the relationship gossip, at first it looked like she was with Kim’s adoptive son but now she’s here with the one that was disinherited? Something just seems off about her.”

You thought that they cancelled out of fear of backlash from your attackers, but instead they banter their news of you as if it’s grade school gossip, this is unexpected. They don’t seem to care about the violence against you, just your reputation and they truly think the worst of it. You try your best to remain calm, confronting them or calling them out will just make the situation worse as it’s you that they dislike.

“I’ll have to figure out a way to cancel on her.”

Jimin gets up from his seat. You grip his arm attempting to hold on knowing, that he intends to interrupt their conversation. But he succeeds in breaking away,  and inserts himself through the crack in the door. “No need, Miss Park would like to thank you for following her personal life so closely, but I’m afraid she won’t have time to discuss those matters with you.”

Jimin returns back to you, not even slowing his brisk step for a second as he pulls you from the bench. He doesn’t say another word, just leads you outside. Sending a message on his phone before helping you into the back seat of the car and following you in. With the tinted windows the facade can be dropped, your shoulders slump and you let out a shaky breath.  

“You shouldn’t have done that Jimin, I might have been able to change her mind.”

“No, you think I’m going to let you put up with that?”

“This was supposed to be my task. It was the one thing requested of me, and without this step the whole plan will fail. I don’t want to be the reason we fall short of our goal.”  The things that the assembly member accused you of are not your fault but at the same time you feel responsible for her opinion of you.

Jimin turns your face to him. “This is not on you. Those things they said, you know they’re not true. There was a miscalculation, someone's been perpetuating the lies. You didn’t let those at the accords walk all over you. Treat these fools with the same force, they’re not so different really. They’ll bend with the right strength.”  

Jimin unlocks the doors seeing Jin make his way across the lot.

“I got your message to come out here but why? (Y/N) has a meeting with Rep. Wan in a few minutes.”

“Wan wished to cancel.” Jimin doesn’t explain anything further than that but as Jin glances over to you. You know that he can tell something else must have happened, but thankfully he lets it go. “Good that saves us the bother. I just spoke to RM if they won’t give you the time of day we’ll have to find another way.” He reaches his hand out to Jimin. “Give me the keys I’ll drive.”

...

When you arrive back at the manor you spot Monsta X’s van out front, giving you the slight hope that you can sit in on the rest of their meeting. But once you get inside you see J-Hope storming of out of the sitting room quickly followed by Namjoon. The door is left open allowing you to see several stunned faces inside.

“Hope don’t run off, we need to discuss this as a possibility.”

“What’s the point? You’ve clearly made up your mind, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought it up. I won’t do it RM, I won’t be responsible for giving him anything.”

J-Hope escapes down the corridor leading to the gym, while Namjoon is left speechless. Wonho slowly exits the sitting room to edge his way towards you. “What happened?” you mutter to him and soon as he’s within earshot.

“I don’t know RM had just gotten off the phone with Jin, so we were discussing alternate contact points. Looking for those who could be bought that hadn’t already sided with Kim. RM brought up a man by the name of Cha and J-Hope just lost it. Is he always this on edge?”

Jin cuts in, “No he’s usually the one that stops the fights. If you were discussing Cha though...” Jin pushes your lower back forward, “You should go talk to him, it’s not good for him to be alone when he’s like this.”

“But I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“That might be for the best, he won’t get mad if you bring it up.”  

“Coward,” You scoff at him.

“Damn right,” Jin laughs back at you.

You quickly change before entering the matted room finding J-Hope laying into a punching bag with his forceful blows.

“You shouldn’t take our anger out on something that can’t hit back.” You muse, he persists despite your entrance.

“Fine, go find for me RM then.”

“As much as I’d like to see that, I could use the practice.”

“I’m not in the mood to train you right now.”

“Then don’t, fight me instead. Either we fight or we talk it’s your choice.”

“Fire your not far enough in...”

“No, don’t tell me I’m not good enough to even be your punching bag Hope. I’ve had a hell of a day and I need to hit something too.”

“I’m not going to hold back.”

“Good.”

He takes up position opposite you, waiting for you to make the first move. You approach looking for any sign of weakness in his form that you might use to your advantage. He’s left side appears to be open, his back foot half a step too far forward.

As you reach to hit your intended mark he shifts back swiftly, his right arm makes contact, pushing you back mid lunge and sending you to the ground.

You jump up and ready yourself again. He sends you to the floor ten more times. His hits aren’t hard but manipulating you in a way that throws you down letting the floor do most of the work in exhausting you. It seems to be working, he’s barely out of breath and you’re already feeling the bruises.

You’ve been trying to avoid his attacks but that only seems to throw off your balance making it easier for him to knock you over.

This time instead of taking the opening you move to his dominant side. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second as you absorb the hit rather than flinch away. You get the chance land your own punch on his flexed core, but he barely even budges. A quick kick to your legs your down again.

“Better. You need to stop being so impulsive. If your enemy is more skilled they can feint a weakness to draw you in. If it’s too obvious it might be intentional.

You grin back at him, “What happened to not being in the mood for training?”

“You looked too pathetic on the ground.” He scolds, “How could I not take pity on you?”

You glare back at him. “Again,” You order jumping back up.

This time he makes the first move. The onslaught of his attacks is rapid, you can barely keep up. Now that you’ve caught on to his trick he’s changed his style again. You begin to reach the point of exhaustion, but you continue to persist seeing that he too is fading.  Every time you get up after taking a hit you see a pained look on his face.

“Fuck, will you just stay down?” He pleads.

“I’ll make you a deal. When you’re ready to tell me what happened I’ll stay down.”

With a flinal sweep of his leg and a shove to your shoulders you land pinned beneath him. His breathing is heavy with sweat dripping down his face.

“I really don’t want to fight you anymore.”

“Then tell me who Cha is.”

He slides down a little before collapsing onto you completely his head now resting on your stomach. “No and good luck getting up this time.”

You laugh at his attempt subdue you. His playfulness doesn’t last long, as he soon goes quiet again. His arms encase your waist pulling you closer, “Please,” he whispers. “Just another minute. Can you let me have this?”

After the night of his nightmare you’ve come to the understanding of how much J-Hope needs the comfort of physical contact to help relax when it comes to his fear. The process of soothing his anger appears to be no different. Giving him that moment of silence, allowing him to rest before you try again. You run your hands through his hair playing with the strands between your fingers. The minutes pass, the lull stretches and he continues to clutch you. You find the embrace comforting, but you worry when you see no change in him.

“I don’t like seeing you like this. If there’s something wrong with RM’s plan I won’t be able to help fix it unless you tell me.” You confide to him softly.

J-Hope lets out a groan of defeat, “You’re too stubborn you know that?” He gives you sigh before caving fully to you request, “Cha is the reason I had to join BTS. I met him when I still went by Jung Hoseok.”

“Wait I know that name. My father, he went to a big sponsored fight featuring you... but I thought you were a street fighter.”

J-Hope nods against you, “I was. Cha was my sponsor, he took me on and brought me up to the competitive level. On one of the biggest fight nights the odds were heavily in my favour, 4 to 1 in fact. You don’t generally see a match that skewed. That night was when Cha asked me to take a fall. He couldn’t bet against me, but his friends could and he had a nice cut negotiated. So he told me to go down in the second round.”

“I had made it all the way there and he expected me to intentionally lose.” You notice his tone shift, becoming more dark as he relives his thoughts in that moment. “He didn’t care that it might ruin my standing. I wanted no part of it. I knocked my opponent out in the first round, and then I ran. My career was over either way, but I wanted to end it on my terms. Not because of his money, not because of his power, it was my talent that brought me to that stage.”

“They came looking for me. I had lost his partners a lot of money and they expected retribution. I had to keep moving, every night I had to sleep in another bed. One evening I was staying at an old friends house who had gone away on vacation.”

J-Hope looks up to you with his chin hovering as he makes eye contact again. “That was when your father found me. I remember seeing him standing alone in front of the door, determined and without fear. He explained that the rest of his men were taking care of some unwanted visitors that had caught up with me. He had seen my fight and one of his members had informed him that I had shown up on several hit lists.”

“He offered me protection, a home, and revenge. I declined at first, I told him that I had no  interest in dealing with his kind any more. That I didn’t think that wealth should come with power over others. To my surprise he agreed, but he also explained that sometimes you need someone on the inside to help break the cycle.”

“I take it you haven’t had your chance at revenge yet?”

J-Hope shakes his head “Shortly after I joined Cha ran for a seat in the assembly and he fucking won. Now RM wants to pay him to take on this bill. I won’t do it. I’m sorry Fire but I’ll leave before that happens.”

You nod in agreement trying to figure a way out of the dilemma. J-Hope lowers his head once again, never letting up from his hold on you but his breathing has slowed and he feels significantly calmer.   

“What if we don’t pay him, what if we threaten to pay his opposition?”

“The election isn’t until next year, we want to get this bill passed sooner.”

“But he doesn’t know that.”

...

Namjoon isn’t too thrilled with the plan. You join the meeting after you and J-Hope discuss the details.

“I’ve been watching his pattern for a while,” J-Hope explains. “Once a month he goes to the casino alone sitting at a table that’s always reserved just for him, his usual date is three days from now. This will be our best chance.”

“VIXX just sent word of a shipment to for GOT7 that’s moving the same night. We and several others plan to interfere with the delivery, we won’t be able to support you.”

“All I need is Hope, and a minute of JK’s time. Do you think you can at least spare that?”

Hyungwon makes his opinion known, “Isn’t he the one who left you alone at the foundation?”

“Yes, and I kick myself for that everyday since now we have to put up with you lot.” J-Hope bites back.

“Enough,” you call them to silence. “We all know that’s not going to happen again. RM can you give me that?”

“It’s not that I can’t spare them, it’s that I think you’ll need more.”

“We don’t have anymore time, thanks to Henry they’ve known for a while that we’re buying his stock. They’re probably trying to secure their investors so they don’t sell. The longer we wait the more difficult it will become. I just need to meet with him, preferably in a public setting, where I can show that I will out bid him if necessary.”

“Jooheon and I.M can do a quick sweep of the area beforehand,” Shownu offers. “We won’t need them until later.”

Namjoon slowly yields, looking you in the eye as he gives the final orders. “Use one of the executive suites as a base and pay enough that they allow anonymity. You will not engage until we’re sure that the whole hotel is clear. Thirty minutes, that’s all, and then I want you out regardless if you have him on the hook or not. ”   

...

Not wanting to draw attention to yourselves you and J-Hope decided you would both change at the hotel. Jin had booked an upper floor suite. With its own hidden entrance outback and private elevator, it will also grant you access to the high-roller tables.

You step into the bathroom to change, but the outfit you had thrown in your bag had been replaced, pinned to the new dress is a note.

...You can thank me later. -V...

You hold up the short black dress. The long sleeves with a boat neckline are nice, but the hugging material and length were not what you had in mind. After putting it on you groan in despair, you wanted to appear intimidating not uncomfortable.

“Everything okay?”

You open the door slowly trying to pull the hem of your dress lower, handing the note to J-Hope.

“This is not what I packed...”

He laughs, “I’m sorry I saw him hanging around your stuff earlier. I didn’t think he’d do this though.”

He turns you to the mirror and stands behind you in a sleek navy suit, his hands on your shoulders. “You look great, I know you had something else in mind but this dress will allow you to blend in easier.”

“Nothing I can do about it now I guess.”

Hope checks his phone, “Cha’s just arrived, still need the all clear though.”

He slumps down in a seat next to the mirror. “Never thought that I would willingly meet this man again.”

“Don’t think of it like that, we are not meeting him as an equal, this isn’t a friendly chat. We are going to use him for what he is, a pawn. That’s all he will ever amount to, he won’t be an ally he’ll be a tool.”

J-Hope nods, taking your hand he places a kiss on the tips of your fingers and another on the exact spot where your father’s ring should sit. At first you wonder if it’s a coincidence, but before his lips part you skin he looks to you with resolve.

He’s phone vibrates again giving you the cue to leave. “Thank you,” He smirks up at you, “I suppose we should get this over with then.”

Taking your personal elevator down to the casino floor you head straight to the exclusive room off to the side.

Much to your dismay, V had been right to make the switch. Every guest is looking for a break from reality, they’re here to relax and let their hair down. The other dress would have appeared too stuffy to deem natural in this setting.

Cha is found over at his table in the corner. J-Hope hangs back as you approach.

“May I?” You gesture to the chair next to him.

“Miss Park... please do, I must say that I’m a little surprised to see you here.”    

You find yourself on guard by the fact that Cha had recognized you instantly. You take your seat as the dealer plays you in.

“Since you already know who I am and I you. I’ll cut straight to the chase shall I?”

“I would prefer if you did, I don’t enjoy being distracted while I have money on the line.”

“No I’m sure you don’t, not while the odds are even.” You smile at the 21 you attained from your dealt hand.

“Excuse me?”

“My friend over there.” You nod to J-Hope waiting in the wings. “He tells me that you have a weakness for gambling. So much so, that sometimes you need to spin the outcome in your favour.”

The dealer looks at you for a split second hesitating before letting the next card loose. Almost as if in fear. No, you ponder, surely Cha wouldn’t be so stupid as to cheat here.

“If you’re here for an act of reprisal. I have to warn you I brought a few friends of my own.” He points to a couple bulky guards next to the closest exit.”

You can see J-Hope smirk after sizing them up, obviously finding them lacking.

“I’m not here for revenge, nor your poor skills in fixing. I want the influence of your seat.”

“Ah, this is about the bill you brought in the other day. What makes you think I’ll go against Kim?”

Finally, you rejoice, someone who has priorities that you could expect and work around. Cha manges to secure blackjack for a second time in a row, confirming your earlier suspicions. The first hand must have been to lure you in, whereas the rest will all likely fall flat in comparison to Cha’s cards. You give the dealer a kind smile. “I can see why Mr. Cha likes to come here you’re good. Tell me what’s your cut?” You pause to watch him freeze.

The dealer turns to Cha in a panic. “I’m sorry Sir, but I believe that there’s something that I must attend to. I’ll send another to take my place.”

Cha waves him off with an air of frustration.

“Money must be tight for you to risk it here of all places.”

“What can I say? Not all of us will inherit our massive amounts of wealth.”

And just like that you know you have him, he’s desperate. His foolish attempt to win has made this match so much easier for you. “Elections are difficult to rig Mr. Cha, and it’s just over a year until the next cycle. But the more campaign funds one has, the greater their chance of being elected, wouldn’t you say?”

“Are you implying that you wish to make a contribution to my campaign?”

“No, I’m say that I’ll fund your opponent. The biggest difference between you and me is that you need schemes and titles to keep your financials afloat. If you lose that’s it, but if I lose there’s nothing to stop me from cashing in another player. I will play this game for as long as I have to, until I get what I need, or you lose.”

Cha suddenly bursts out in laughter. “I like you Park, very straightforward.” He leans in closer to your seat. Hope seeing this moves in as well. “There’s a reason I haven’t been bought by Kim yet. He likes to keep his alleys in his collection. Now I don’t like to be owned, but he’s been pressing my hand recently to make a choice. I can’t sit on the fence much longer. I’ll take your bill, between you and him, you seem like a more candid choice.”

“You’ll get the 10 signatures required?”

“Consider it done, but I won't guarantee it will get passed.” He pulls out a black envelope similar to the one you had seen Jin with a few days ago. “I’m assuming you received one of these?”

Not wishing to appear in the dark you feed back a limited amount of information. “One of my associates did, yes.”

He hands the envelop over to you. “You should take mine as well, I think you’ll find the difference between our invitations very informative as to what you’re up against.”   

...

POV J-Hope

I try to keep my expression neutral while we retreat, I manage to hold it until the elevator door closes, but once they shut I can barely contain my laughter and smile. I hold your face between my hands as you mirror my grin. “Thank you. I don’t think I’ll ever see anything as enjoyable as what I just witnessed.” It wasn’t just seeing Cha losing at his own game, but seeing you take charge of the situation.    

“I’m sure JK could make a tape for you.” You quip back, still boasting your wide smile.

I slowly move in closer, leaning in to you until your back touches the elevator wall.  “It wouldn’t be as good as watching the real thing.” It wouldn’t catch my favourite parts, your subtle movements, the glint in your eyes, the small twitch at the corner of your mouth, the way your fingers rub your pendant. The last habit being a small nervous tick of yours that I don’t think that you are even aware of. It’s something that I’ve come to notice but keep to myself, using it as my way to read you. Even now as I look at you your index and thumb press on the delicate metal.  Does it make you nervous when I hold you like this? Is your heart beating as quickly as mine?

I never thought anyone could make me as happy as you have done tonight. You’re making it too easy to fall, I know I’m not the only one who adores you, but at this point I don’t care. I just need you to understand what you mean to me. The elevator door opens but I remain still.

“Hope?”

Your lips barely finish speaking my name before I take them as mine. Despite my sudden approach they feel so soft. You slowly relax closing your eyes and indulging me as I tilt your head up further. Your hand drops from your pendant, coming to rest against the lapels of my jacket. I too close my eyes and find the effect overwhelming. The warmth of you in my hands and on my lips is intoxicating, as if a flame is licking at my skin.  I part my mouth, my desire requesting to dive in further, you allow my tongue to glide inside.

You are that sip of whiskey, the honeyed liquid that burns so well at the back of my throat. You’re taste is far too sweet, pulling me down to take more and more. Leaving me drunk, with my eyelids heavy and unwilling to open. You turn away for a quick breath but I only give you a fraction of a second to rest. I know if we linger both of us will begin to focus the pain that brought us here. I have no wish to come to my senses, all I want is to think about you and how your body feels against mine.

I need to distract you from those you who might shift your thoughts away. I’ve seen Jin treat you as a child, Namjoon push you aside, and Suga fail to admit his feelings for you. I know I can do better by you, your hold on me is already so tight that I could never run away. Even if this is just a moment of weakness for you, even if it’s only for now, kiss me, it’s okay if it hurts.

I pull you from the elevator tying you with my grip, making it as far as the couch before the phone in my jacket begins to ring. I ignore it and continue to attend to you.

“Hope?’

“Mmm,” I respond with a hum to your ear.

“You should answer it.”

“It’s just V don’t worry about it.” The weight of my body presses you into the cushions.

“J-Hope.” You push back against me with the palm of your hands.

“Fine.”

I answer my cell reluctantly, but before I can even say hello V throws a question a me.

“Which elevator leads to your room, and what’s the code?”

“Wait, why?”

In the background I can hear Jin speaking frantically. “JK keep pressure on it. Jimin come on, stay with me.”

“We don't have time, just tell me Hope!”

...

A/N: Once again I would like to thank Blood Sweat and Tears for the inspiration in J-Hopes POV. I swear that that song just keeps giving and giving. Hope you enjoyed it and sorry for the cliffhanger.

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[yandere-sins]

Could you do 47 with a vampire Tsukki from Haikyuu? I'm not sure what the situation is, but could the reader be chubby or plus sized?

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“I am not disappointed. In fact, I’ve been alive for almost a century now, so this is just a small setback.”

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Waking up never had felt so strained before as it did now. Your eyes slowly opened, your view all blurry even when you blinked a few times. The first thing you could see again was the top of your thighs, and it made you quickly realize you were looking down on your seated form. Using some core strength to sit upright again, you were hit with dizziness in your head and pain in your neck, figuring you must have sat hunched over for a while.

Groaning, you tried to focus on the things around you, turning side to side, only to find a restrain on your body. Begrudgingly, you looked down once more, pulling and rotating your wrists, bound by a red rope to the chair you were sitting on. Even though you couldn’t see it, you felt the same tight, restraining force on your ankle, and a slow panic rose.

“Okay, think,” you instructed yourself quietly, pinching your eyes closed again as remembering hurt more than you thought it would. You had been at home when some bandits showed up. Jumped out of the window, ran into the forest, sought shelter in an abandoned house you found. You had thought yourself to be safe inside the mansion, wanting to hide out there before going back home and see what was left of your belongings.

So how did you end up in this peculiar situation?

Was that the bandits work? Did they string you up like this? Did they follow and find you? All your memories after you slipped inside the mansion were unavailable to you; you just couldn’t remember anymore.

But that didn’t help with the panic, as you suddenly heard wood creak in the distance, imagine it were the floorboards budging under the weight of someone approaching. Helpless, you looked around, surprised that you could actually see something from candles being placed all around the room sporadically. Otherwise, it was dark as night around you, thick, heavy curtains covering the windows, so you didn’t even know what time of day it was. But aside from bookshelves, a desk, a bed, and a couch across from you, there wasn’t much to find here either. It was enough to live for one person, but who’d live all alone in an old house out in the dark woods?

Then again, if it was the handful of bandits you encountered, you really didn’t care how they lived. All you cared about was what they were going to do.

You grew frantic as you heard the door handle being pushed, not having noticed any steps coming closer than when you listened to the wood creaked. Your head jumped into the direction, the fast movement causing another wave of dizziness on you as you watched a blonde tuft of hair slip in through the gap.

“Oh,” the man spoke as he noticed you watching him. He didn’t look like he was one of the bandits, with fine, delicate clothes on him, fitted and sharp - nothing that simple bandits would need. His glasses didn’t hide the brilliant orcher color of his eyes, shining strongly behind the black frame, and his skin was fairer than the fairest maid in your village had. “Someone decided to wake up.”

In his hand, he carried a small plate, packed with chocolate rips that he set down on the table in front of you, picking up a piece to hold it in front of your face. With a shake of your head and a small grunt, you bit your lips, unwilling to take anything a stranger so casually offered to you. Surprisingly, after another initial, demanding shake of his hand, he let off, throwing the piece back to the other’s while sighing.

“Who are you?” you finally asked, adding a quieter, “And where are we...” at the end of it. The man sat down, leaning forward with his fingers in the gap between his legs. “My home that you intruded in, and I am Tsukishima Kei, the owner of the mansion.”

“Can’t be,” you blurted out without thinking. No one lived in the mansion, it was long abandoned, and everyone in your village knew it, so he must have been lying. Frowning, he took in your words, shaking his head slowly. “Humans, always so quick to judge. Don’t you remember when you first entered the mansion?”

Taken aback, you had to admit you didn’t remember. “No... not really...”

“Oh,” he noted bluntly. “I guess that's my fault, loss of blood can cause short-term amnesia.”

The questions in your face must have been prominent as he huffed, a smirk falling over his lips. “Just because it looks abandoned doesn’t mean it is. You were quite taken aback with how beautiful my entrance hall was, but I reacted out of instinct. My bad.”

“I’m afraid I still don’t understand... Bandits attacked me, and I fled here and--”

“Ah, yes, the bandits. I took care of them. I am sure you don’t mind.”

“N-No, I don’t mind?” Confused, you tried to calm yourself, realizing you were still bound to the chair, having this awkward conversation with whoever he was. “So, how did I end up like this?” Emphasizing your question, you twisted your wrists, the rope straining and making noise.

“The ropes? Well, you see, I can’t let you go,” Tsukishima spoke calmly, nonchalant even. “But why? Please, I was just trying to get away from the bandits--”

“And I told you, I took care of them.” Pushing his glasses up, he folded his hands in his lap, leaning back. His eyes pierced you, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms, when he suddenly got up again, rounding the small coffee table in a matter of seconds. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward for the trouble of dealing with them? I haven’t had some human blood in a while. It’s only fair you’d stay until I am satisfied.”

“B-Blood?!” you squeaked, trying to follow him with your head, but he passed you by, getting behind you where you couldn’t see him anymore. All the more, you flinched as his arm suddenly came up from the side, holding up a mirror in front of you. You saw your own frightened look on your face, as well as a prominent, familiar mark on your neck. Though, as you inspected it more closely, your eyes drifted to something even more unnerving, and you noticed that despite you feeling him standing behind you, there was no reflection from him in the mirror next to you.

“V-Vampire...” you whispered, and you heard him let out a long, amused hum. “Why are you still surprised?”

He was right. Memories started to flood back into your mind. Of you, getting torn to the ground by what you thought to be a raging animal. In reality, it must have been him, starved and alerted by your approach, and the realization made you shudder. You could have died from it, but you were still there, completely at his mercy.

“Unfortunately, you tasted so bitter, I could barely enjoy the experience.”

Arm and mirror disappeared as he walked back forth into your field of view, and you did your best to keep face in front of him. He picked up the chocolate again, holding it to your lips. Through clenched teeth, you denied it, staring him down despite feeling weak to the intense gaze he had while appearing to be downright bored by the situation. “I am sorry to disappoint, but I won’t eat that.”

“I am not disappointed. In fact, I’ve been alive for almost a century now, so this is just a small setback.” His free hand was by your nose before you could turn your head away - at least try to fight him - pinching down hard, so you yapped for air as you were cut short of it. The moment your mouth was open, he shoved in the chocolate, and you were tempted to bite him as he clasped your mouth shut too, releasing your nose so you could breathe.

“Stare all you like,” he taunted you, while the sickeningly sweet spread on your tongue, daring to simply slip down your throat through the saliva your body produced. “We’ll be here as long as I want to, so you better start learning what your place is in this, Human.”

He held up a new piece of chocolate, and you got aware of his doings. Tsukishima was trying to alter the sugar level in your blood before emptying you completely, presumably, even vampire's had specific tastes they prefered. “I am sure someone will come to look for me!”

“How scary,” he laughed, teasing you with the knowledge that no one could do anything against him. “You better be good, or they might end up hurt too, you know?”

How awful, you thought, using all kinds of dirty tricks on you so you’d comply. Yet, when he brought the chocolate to your mouth, you took a bite, never stopping your eye contact with him, causing his brows to flinch for a moment as he didn't expect your compliance. “I wonder if you’ll make it any more interesting than those bandits. I really can’t stand all those screams and bones breaking.”

Shuddering at the prospect of dying by the hands of a monster like he was, you chewed away on your chocolate in frustration before announcing, “I’ll make it hell for you.”

“Oh,” he noted, lips curling into a wicked grin. “I’d like to see that.”

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[mabel-but-slytherin]

Christmas Truce 2018

I know this is so very late, but like Danny I too can forget to prepare all of my Christmas gifts in time. I hope this is still on time for the Truce.

First a thank you to @monocheshaa for her wonderful gift for me, and a thank you/apology to @letswonderspirit for their patience! Based on the specific scene they asked for I think they were expecting art, but as I am a writer and cannot produce pictures with a fraction the beauty they can, you get this 3700 word fic instead. Enjoy!

Letswonderspirit asked for “Danny and Dani opening a present with Cujo inside. (If this is too specific than you can just do something with Cujo, I just really like dogs. thank you.)“

December 1st,

Danny Fenton walked through the Amity Park mall with a smile on his face for the first time in the month of December. He’d always hated the holiday spirit (spirits in general tended to haunt him or set his parents off, and Christmastime was no exception), but after being shown the Christmas Truce by Ghostwriter last year, Danny was determined to learn his lesson.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t come around to having a good holiday last year, but this time he was determined to get a head start on the season and do all the things he didn’t have the time and preparation to do. Namely, this year he wanted to be sure to get presents.

Being a first-time Christmas shopper, Danny was worried he’d have a hard time finding the time to sneak away from everyone and buy fitting gifts behind their backs. Yet it was not even 3pm on the first of the month and Danny already had half of his shopping done. New steel-toed black boots for Sam, a kit to build the first custom PDA-compatible laptop for Tucker, and most recently a memoir by the head of Harvard’s psychology department for Jazz. 

Even making time wasn’t so hard. All Danny had to do was tell his friends that he wanted to catch up on homework before the next ghost attack and they gave him pleased but dubious looks and sent him home. Once there, Danny had no problem: he was a pro at sneaking out of the house under his parents’ noses. Slip one small hint of a Santa sighting at the mall two towns over and Maddie was dashing to her bazooka awhile Jack ran for his Fenton™ Wish List.

Speaking of lists, Danny pulled out his list of people left to shop for and crossed Jazz’s name off. Looking down he knocked off Mom and Dad while he was at it. Mom did most of the family shopping and would definitely prefer something home-made and deadlier than what he could buy at 16 years old, so he’d just spend some time in the lab putting together some gadget throughout the month. Dad was probably the easiest of all: he’d pulled his mom aside last week while he helped serve Thanksgiving dinner and asked if they could work together to make double fudge this year. The squeal and hug his mom gave was almost another gift itself.

That just left some of his other classmates, and honestly, although Danny was trying to make up for years of missing the Christmas spirit even he admitted they were probably optional. Dash definitely wasn’t getting anything from Fenton, as the only thing Danny could think he’d like is 20 minutes to wail on Fenturd with no chance of Lancer catching him (and telling him to save his arm strength for the big game Friday).

Sam told Danny that under no circumstances should he buy a present for Paulina, but Danny couldn’t help himself, and felt pretty proud to have found a Danny Phantom compact mirror in the makeup section of the mall and then transformed briefly in the changing room to autograph it in green sharpie. (He later told Sam he found the present while looking in the make-up section for an eyeliner for Sam’s Goth look. He still doesn’t understand why Sam tested her new steel toes on his shins when he told her his first thought was that Paulina would love it.)

And of course getting a gift for Paulina meant he had to pull something together for at least a couple other people or else risk coming across as creepy. Star just needed something fashionable and shiny, and given that Danny knew nothing about fashion he just went for shiny earrings and hoped she wouldn’t hit him. He probably didn’t need to get anything for Wes, but let’s just say a whole day walking through Amity Park mall revealed so many potential gag t-shirts that Danny couldn’t resist.

Valerie would be both the easiest and hardest to shop for. She was extremely practical ever since her dad lost her job, and would happily accept any homecooked treat or mall store gift card, but Danny also wanted to give her something more meaningful without being frivolous. Danny wanted to give her a box of tree-shaped sugar cookies and a matching Christmas tree sweater, but when the ecto-oven brought the cookies to life and Danny took them out with the closed Fenton™ pistol, the teen settled for giving her the sweater and the pistol instead.

A bead of sweat ran down Danny’s face as he imagined what her reaction would be to that…

With all the humans crossed off his list, Danny was ready to call it a day. Over a year of being a halfa had taught him better than to guess at ghost traditions, so his plan was to fly over to Ghostwriter’s next week to ask for advice on presents for the Truce before the scribe was too deep into the holiday rush. There were a bunch of things Danny wanted to ask, from prospective gifts to whether he should be getting something for just his allies or his nemeses, and how a good hit or faux pas might impact his survival in the coming year. No matter what, Danny had already swore he would take a hard pass on getting a gift for Vlad. Half-ghost he may be, that man was a full-blooded fruitloop and would inevitably read way into anything from Danny.

The young hero already started to fold the list to put in his pocket when his eyes froze on one last name scrawled at the bottom of his list with a question mark. It was no question that Danny cared about the last name and wanted to give her a nice Christmas, the only question was whether she would be there to receive it.

After all, Dani had stopped by every couple of months ever since she was stabilized and free to travel the world, but it was purposefully near-impossible to contact the young girl on the run, and Danny had no clue if she even knew of the holiday. Even if she did, there was the question of whether she would come visit him or celebrate abroad.

Either way, it was Dani’s first Christmas and she was Danny’s clone, which meant it was Danny’s responsibility to find her the perfect present just in case she stopped by, right? Well, ghost etiquette was one thing, but Danny had no idea who to ask on clone etiquette so as the older clone/brother in this situation he was going to call himself the expert and go with that. 

That just left one major problem: what could a sixteen-year-old teenager from the Midwest who already burned half his allowance on other presents get for a half-ghost pickpocket whose already flown halfway around the world?

Two laps around the mall later and Danny was still stumped. Flashy clothes from most of the girly stores were flimsy and would only make her stand out. Anything bigger than a bag was too bulky to carry, any electronic device Danny would have to make sure she could use and charge it, and also pray there was no tracking to put her on someone’s radar. Money or gift cards was impractical and would probably look to her like a moral lecture, and while Danny briefly considered a souvenir from Amity Park as a good gag, the teen was embarrassed by how they probably paled in comparison to all the ones she’s probably seen.

Danny sighed and just decided to make his way home. The homework/mall Santa distractions would only buy him so much time and he still had a few weeks to finalize ideas, so there was no need to rush.

A piercing scream burst out throughout the mall and the cry of “GHOST!” made Danny groan and wonder where he could possibly stash his latest purchases before the next fight, as he highly doubted the Truce extended all the way to early bird shopping. Then a bark followed and Danny gave a sigh of relief. “Cujo! Get out of there!”

Maybe there wouldn’t be a fight after all.

December 24th,

Danny had been wondering how far the Christmas Truce stretched. Apparently, the answer was not until the stroke of midnight Christmas Day.

Or at least that’s what Skulker thought, coming after Danny shouting that his pelt would make such a nice gift to Ember that she’d have to accept his proposal. Danny wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, and was currently trying to either wrestle him into the Thermos or run out the clock.

Of course, Danny also didn’t want to risk getting on the bad side of the entire Ghost Zone by violating the Truce and continuing to fight on Christmas morning. Skulker had the advantage of a mechanical exoskeleton featuring a timepiece, but Danny had to try to keep him somewhere that he had a view of the Amity Times clocktower.

That and the desire to minimize property damage on Christmas Eve left Danny stuck in the wide open space of the park. Which makes hiding and dodging Skulker’s myriad of bombs and nets a challenge.

“Seriously Skulker, you haven’t been able to catch me in over two years! Did you really think you would be able to capture me in under an hour?” Danny taunted as he evaded yet another cannon blast that expanded into a taser net shortly after passing over his shoulder.

“Quiet, welp! The best hunter knows how to claim victory under pressure!”

Danny paused before firing an ectoblast at Skulkers torso. “I thought the saying was ‘a great hunter knows how to bide his time…’”

“…And seize an opportunity.” Skulker finished as he took advantage of Danny’s distraction to pull out a small pistol and shoot the Fenton thermos out of his left hand. Danny cursed and rubbed his burnt hand as he watched the thermos fly halfway across the park.

“Yes, I quite like the saying.” Skulker continued. “Speaking of like, I also must admit I am enjoying this new pistol! You see, Ember and I have started this family tradition where we open one small present each on Christmas Eve, and I just happened to get this little thing. I can’t wait until tomorrow to open the other present under the tree, it’s shaped like a blaster and bigger than the tree itself!”

Danny shivered. “Okay, first off, I guess that explains the sudden Christmas Eve manhunt. Second, please never talk to me about you and Ember’s ‘family traditions’ ever again. Already imagined one messed up ghost couple future, don’t need another one.

“Third,” Danny said as he glanced between where his thermos went flying and Skulker preparing another round from the net launcher, “I don’t really want to be Christmas dinner. Let’s go back to the original plan of Christmas duck-duck-goose!”

Danny made a break in the direction of the thermos, then banked into a sharp curve as Skulker fired the net right behind him. The net again sailed past him as Skulker fell for the feint and carried on in the direction of the open field near the thermos.

Until a small green blur dashed across the grass towards where the thermos was lying.

Recognizing the ghostly green glow but too far to see the shape, Danny could only wonder either who would show up in the human world this close to Christmas Day or when Skulker got a hunting partner.

The figure’s identity was made apparent when it finished trotting over to the thermos, picked it up in its mouth, and let out a happy bark.

“Cujo!” Danny called. The small ghost dog wagged his tail and looked over in Danny’s direction.

“Oh wow, you must want to play fetch. Good boy, Cujo, bring the thermos over here!” Danny turned his spectral tail back into human (ghostly?) legs and patted them to further call Cujo over. The dog started trotting happily until it yelped as a third net flew by and tangled it in the grass.

“Phantom has a puppy?” Skulker wondered aloud. “And one that is fearless in the face of battle? You will make the finest gift to Ember this holiday! She will cement you as one of her cutest fans and I will train you into the Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunting Dog! Skulker shouted as he flew over towards Cujo.

Cujo just ignored Skulker and started trying to drag the net towards where Danny was running to him. Skulker shook his head at the sight and reached towards his controls for the taser net. “First, to teach you some obedience.”

As soon as he turned the dial to its lowest setting, the net turned on and started to zap Cujo lightly. This caused the dog to yelp, and then grow angry.

And then to just grow.

Within seconds, Cujo stood tall in his full, monstrous height. The net snapped off of the dog now twice its size, and the freed prey turned his eyes directly onto Skulker.

“Oh no.” The hunter muttered.

Cujo charged towards Skulker as the mechanical ghost tried to fly away, and managed to close the distance in time to grab on to one of Skulker’s jet boots and pull it off like a 20-foot puppy stealing a stranger’s shoe. The ghost dog had just finished shaking the lone boot and turned to the sky to growl and the figure trying to balance with one-sided rocket propulsion when the clocktower struck midnight.

In a flash, Cujo shrunk back down to his puppy size and panted up at Skulker, tossing the boot around for a second before lying down and gnawing it like the advanced ghostly technology was his latest chew toy.

Skulker, realizing it was safe to land, crashed back down to the grass and tried to approach Cujo to retrieve his boot. Cujo remained in puppy form, but instantly grabbed the shoe and backed away, growling menacingly that the shoe was his.

“Oh, come now!” Skulker shouted. “It’s Christmas.”

“And that is his toy your trying to take, Grinch.” Danny smiled as he walked over and scratched Cujo behind the ears. Seeing Skulker’s frown, Danny sighed and slowly pulled the metal boot out of Cujo’s mouth before throwing the thermos to distract him. The dog happily ran after the thermos, leaving Danny to shake the pool of saliva off the boot before handing it back to Skulker.

“Just this once, because it’s Christmas.” Danny said.

Skulker grabbed the boot and shoved it on his foot before grimacing and the squelching sound it made. “Ugh. Fine, I accept your gift and will be prepared to make an honorable exchange for this gift at the Truce this evening. Merry Christmas, Whel- I mean, Danny.”

Danny smiled. “You’re welcome Skulker.” The teen nodded before grimacing himself. “Wait… gift exchange… Danny… I totally forgot to get a present for Dani!”

Skulker tilted his head. “You exchange presents between your two halves? That is… an odd halfa tradition I was not aware of.”

“No!” Danny shouted. “Not for me, other Dani! Man, I was planning on getting her something all month, but time totally flies.”

Danny turned around to see that Skulker had already flew back towards FentonWorks and the Ghost Portal while his back was turned. “Guess that’s not the only thing that flew by. And I gotta fly home myself.”

“Woof!” Danny looked down to see Cujo triumphantly wagging his tail over the Fenton Thermos lying at Danny’s feet. Looking around and seeing no other ghosts to take him back to the Ghost Zone, Danny scooped the little dog into his arms and start flying back towards home.

“You travel all over the place, Cujo, maybe you can help me? What present can I get for my clone/cousin who’s been all around the world and just grabs whatever she wants?”

December 25th,

Danny woke up the next morning to see a pair of nearly identical blue eyes perched over him, shining with a burst of holiday joy that Danny himself had never felt until this month.

“Good morning, Danny!” Dani cried out, “Guess what day it is?!”

“I don’t know,” Danny bit out teasingly as he laughed at her excitement, “Christmas?”

“Yeah!” Dani shouted, causing her original to just laugh at her even more. “Hey, I have a right to be excited, this is my first one!”

Danny just smiled. “In a way, this is my first one too.

“I’m glad you’re here and all, but what are you doing in my room?” Danny asked his clone.

Dani shrugged. “Well, everywhere I’ve been people are saying Christmas is time to spend with your family. And given that the rest of my family doesn’t know I exist, I can’t really go downstairs.”

Danny frowned at that, before seeing the matching expression on his younger clone’s face and realizing that his job for today is to make her smile. “I guess that just means we have to do the present exchange up here then before Mom and Dad wake up, and you can hang around the rest of the day invisibly. Let me go get Jazz so she can join us.”

That worked, and Dani’s face stretched into a grin for a moment before she paused. “Wait,” Dani said, “present exchange?”

At Danny’s nod she groaned. “Oh no! I forgot to get you guys anything!”

To her surprise, Danny just laughed. “Don’t sweat it!” He consoled her, “this is actually the first year I’ve been able to get everyone a present. We’ll just have you open your presents, and then you can tell Jazz and I all the cool stories about places you’ve been!”

Dani smiled again at this, missing Danny reaching under his bed to grab her present box before he slipped out the door to wake Jazz. He had just a couple finishing touches to put on her gift before he returned.

The three teens sat tightly together on Danny’s bed as both Fentons passed their wrapped presents over to Dani.

“Oooh, ooh, open mine first!” Jazz exclaimed, still able to get childishly excited about every holiday.

Dani obliged and started ripping the tape off of the elaborately wrapped package, before watching Jazz wince at the destruction of her wrapping perfection and attempting to pry to tape open without damaging the paper. A second later had the young clone groaning in frustration before slapping her head and phasing the paper right off.

Once the paper was gone, Dani awed over the beautiful ribbon in her hand. It perfectly matched the one Jazz wore in her hair with the exception of its dark red color that was the exact shade of Dani’s sweatshirt. Dani held it up to her hair and giggled and Jazz leaned across her lap to tie it, the young clone’s arms reaching out to pull Jazz into a hug when the older girl was done.

“Thank you so much Jazz! I love it!” Dani squealed as she squeezed tighter.

“You’re welcome!” Jazz replied. “I’m so glad you love it! I figured it would fit under your hood when you wanted to hide away somewhere, and that no matter where you are in this world or the Ghost Zone, we’ll match!”

Dani reached up to feel the ribbon and her grin stretched even wider. “I’ll just have to figure out a way to get it to stay on in my ghost form.”

Jazz smiled, and then let her expression shift into a smirk. “Or… you could just wear this one.” She said coyly, reaching into her pajama pocket to pull out another ribbon, this one ghostly green.

The two girls squealed and hugged yet again, and Danny hoped his gift would be just as well received. “Well Dani,” he said, passing over a wrapped box. 

“Here’s your gift from me. I would just untie the bow and open the box rather than phase it out.”

Dani took that as permission to rip right into it and within seconds was raising the lid and getting ready to look inside. She was interrupted by a small yip.

“Danny!” Jazz shouted, aghast. “There were no air holes on there!”

Danny smirked, “Her gift doesn’t need it.”

Dani froze as she looked down into the box, further deepening Jazz’s puzzled expression. A second later Dani reached both hands into the box and pulled out a playfully panting Cujo.

“Oh my god Danny, this is amazing!”

“His name’s Cujo,” Danny told his clone as she cuddled Cujo up to her face and laughed when Cujo licked her. “He’s run through Amity Park a couple of times looking to play, but is always just going from place to place. I figured with each other you both might be less lonely.”

Cujo seemed to take that cue to look up and down Danielle, see the big red bow tied in her hair, and happily bark like he had just received his own half-human for Christmas.

Dani smiled so wide she nearly cried and had to place Cujo on the floor in order to make room for the giant hug she gave her clone/cousin. Cujo of course objected to the sudden lack of warmth and made it known by growing to his full size, prompting Dani to shout “Awesome!” and hug Danny even harder.

Danny just grinned and basked in Dani’s happiness. Yeah, sometimes the only thing to give someone who has the world is someone to share it with, and he was so glad that the two looked like they would be happy together.

They were so happy, that that very afternoon the Red Huntress came out chasing complaints of a giant green ghost dog roaming Amity Park, hoping to finally get revenge on the ghost boy for ruining her life. She was stunned to instead find Danielle riding in the ghost dog’s fur, laughing and hollering and shouting that this was the best Christmas ever. 

For once in her career Valerie decided to let a ghost go, figuring that out of everyone, the ghost girl deserved to be happy on Christmas day. She was sure Mayor Masters would forgive her for taking a day off to spend with the her family. Even if the ghost dog pooped on his front lawn.

That was the moment Dani swore she and Cujo would be friends for life. The had a whole world to travel together, and a whole afterlifetime of Christmases to do it.

#danny phantom #christmas truce #christmas truce 2018 #letswonderspirit #dani phantom #cujo

[milkandhoneyoongi]

forever (jungkook scenario)

request: heyy could you write a very angst best friend au scenario with jungkook?? like maybe they both have feelings for each other but kook tries to get over oc or vice versa? thank you love 💗

a/n: this has literally no meat on its bones im sorry i cant help it im vegan

you can always send me a request here and view my old imagines here

genre: not angst for once?  mostly fluff.

word count: 1,538 words

warnings: none

       You and Jungkook had been best friends for as long as you could remember.  You were almost always in the same class and would do all your work together in the afternoons until the sun went down.  Your parents would only encourage your friendship, taking one another under their wing, and you spent many nights eating with Jungkook’s family and vice versa.  You were inseparable, so much so that when he moved to Seoul, he said you should come, too.  You were only fifteen, though, and the idea of leaving home was not only impossible but terrifying.

You spent three years apart, technology enabling the occasional catching up, but it was rare, and when graduation came around, you nearly screamed when you saw him at the ceremony.

“Jungkook!” You yelled, running toward him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Y/N!” He yelled at an equal volume, ignoring the confused expressions from his hyungs.  He was just so happy to see you.

You looked great, older for sure.  Your hair was softer and livelier, your eyes brighter and your skin smoother.  You were wearing your school uniform, which he was sure you had to change sizes as you had filled out in all the right places.  You felt the same way about him, a youth still in his face that made you smile, but a maturity to it that made your heart flutter.

“I’m moving to Seoul.” You saw his smile widen impossibly further.  You didn’t even feel the need to catch up with him, the look in his eyes bringing you home in a way that nothing had in a long time.  

“No,” he shook his head.  “It’s not possible.”

“I got accepted to Seoul National University,” you nodded.  “It is definitely possible.”

“I’m gonna scream,” he muttered.  “I’m so happy for you!” He pulled you to his chest again, feeling tears well in his eyes at the prospect of being near you again.  He had missed you so much and in the three years realized he was only half of himself without you.  He loved you.

You couldn’t express how happy you were to be with him again.  “I’m so happy for us.” Yeah, us.  You.  You were practically an item in school anyway, as most boys wouldn’t even think twice about asking you out with Jungkook by your side.  Even when he left for Seoul, only the occasional boy would come around and they just weren’t the one for you.  He grinned widely, leaning down to pull you into his arms and spin you around.  You giggled, hitting his shoulders as you threw your head back with laughter.  “Put me down!”

“Alright, alright,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before allowing your feet to hit the floor.  “You have to meet my hyungs!”

You felt yourself stiffen at the mention of meeting the boys who had practically raised your Jungkook in the last few years.  

“Jungkook-ah,” you tried to protest but it was too late.  He was already dragging you away to introduce you to them.

“Hyungs!  This is Y/N!” The group of six boys who once spoke amongst themselves turned at the sound of the maknae’s voice, smiling faces meeting you.

“You finally found your friends?” Taehyung teased, as you gave them a small bow and greeted them.

“I’m Y/N,” you spoke quietly.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” Namjoon informed you, winking at Jungkook whose face broke out into a deep flush.

“You told them about me?” You turned to your embarrassed best friend, eyes sparkling with excitement.  “Jungkook-ah!”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N, of course they know about you!” He grinned, pinching your cheek with his fingers.

His hyungs all shared a glance amongst themselves, confused as to whether or not the two were really just friends.  

“Y/N is coming out with us after,” he spoke for you, turning and smiling.  “Right?”  You nodded.

“Who is paying?” You asked sheepishly.  Your studies had kept you away from a job and your parents never had much money to begin with.  

“Y/N-ah, you’re not paying.  I am.”

“I’ll pay you back,” you offered.

“No you won’t,” he shook his head.  

“Jungkook,” you placed your hands on his shoulders.  “Please?”

“I won’t change my mind,” he stared into your eyes, a taunting glint in his expression as he insisted on buying your food.  “Y/N is moving to Seoul this summer for university.”

“University in Seoul?” Jin gasped.  “Jungkook-ah, you couldn’t have followed your friend’s rigorous studies?  Couldn’t be more like this brilliant student?” You smiled as the boys continued to tease Jungkook and you subconsciously leaned into his side to show him support.  Even though they were just teasing you figured he would like your comfort.

Nuzzled into his chest you remembered the way he smelled and in his arm wrapping around your shoulders you pictured how it would feel to have him always like this, by your side.  All feelings you had felt toward him back in school came rushing back and it was like nothing had changed between you two in the years apart.  You still loved him.

A month or so went by and you hadn’t seen Jungkook, however after reconnecting at graduation you talked almost every day, sending things that reminded you of each other.  Sometimes he would send you apartments you could look into leasing that were close to his dorms and you smiled at the idea of him being so close, and ultimately that had been the top reason you chose the apartment you eventually rented.

This month apart truly revealed your feelings for him, struggling to go so long without feeling his arms wrapped around you.  You shook your head.  He was your best friend, you couldn’t feel this way about him, because it would only end in you getting hurt.  He was some big famous artist and you were just his friend from his hometown.  He could date anyone he wanted and you hadn’t gone out with anyone in years.  For you, it was clear.

“Y/N!” You looked up from the wheel of you car to see Jungkook waiting for you outside of your new apartment building.  “I have to help you move in!”  You laughed, turing the car off and greeting him with a tight hug.

“I missed you!” You cheered, nuzzling into his neck.

He had carried your bags upstairs and you nearly tripped at the sight of his biceps flexing with the weight of some of your boxes.

After several hours of him helping you unpack, you finally settled on your couch to watch some drama, but your mind was elsewhere.  Sitting so close to him now, his arm around you as he looked ahead at the show, you couldn’t take your thoughts away from him and what you felt between you two.  You felt your eyes trained on his face and a soft sigh fell from your lips.  He had grown so handsome and so mature, your best friend now almost fully a grown… boy.  Still a boy, but less so than when he left.  You told yourself that your friendship with him was doomed to mature as well, that before you never dated because you were too young to know what love was, but now was your time.

“Y/N what are you thinking about?” He paused the TV, moving his arms from where it rested across your shoulders and turning to face you.  “You seem anxious.”

“I am,” you couldn’t meet his eyes, bringing your hands to your face.

“What is it about?” He frowned, bringing his hands up to try to peel your own away from your face but they were firmly stuck to cover the tears that welled in your eyes.  “Y/N…” He sighed, feeling himself grow upset at the thought of you struggling.  “Please tell me.  Is it school?  Money?”

“It’s about you, Jungkook-ah,” you nearly yelled, turning to look at him.  “Maybe about… us.”

“Us?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion.  “What about... ” He tried to read your expression and felt himself relax as he realized.  “Oh… Us.”

“I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be more than your best friend anymore,” you mumbled.  “It’s been years of doing that for me, of convincing myself that my feelings were wrong because… You’re my best friend. We were raised together, but I want to grow old together.  Being away from you tears me apart and it hurts even more because I know someone else could take you from me and I hate the thought of that--”

He cut off your rambling, reaching up to cup your face and pulling your lips to his own in a kiss that told you everything you needed to know.

“I’ve… literally always loved you.” You smiled widely, bringing him into another kiss in excitement, happy laughs falling from your lips as your heart swelled with joy.  

“I love you.”  Another kiss.  “I love you, Jungkook.”

“Let me be your boyfriend,” he gasped between exasperated, desperate kisses. 

“Of course,” you practically chirped, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck, feeling an overwhelming delight at the prospect of forever.

#bts #bts scenario #bts imagine #jungkook scenario #bts reaction

[kirbygirl20]

Undertale /reader fanfiction

    It was no secret to you that Undyne was powerful, but, you couldn’t help but be impressed when you found yourself on the shoulders of Papyrus...who was on the shoulders of Undyne.

    It had started as a taunt, you taunted Undyne telling her that she couldn’t possibly balance both yourself and Papyrus on her shoulders. You said it couldn’t be done.

    You were wrong.

    Apparently you had not heard about the bench pressing of many children.

    You laughed without consideration as Undyne triumphantly did the same, toting you and Papyrus around. She moved quickly, you had to duck down and grip Papyrus’s scarf tightly to avoid being thrown off as Undyne ran through Waterfall. You probably would have been scared had you not been having so much fun. Your laugh joined Papyrus’s slightly terrified “Nyehehehs” as they echoed down the caverns.

    As you reached the end you all encountered Sans sleeping away at his Waterfall station. You were able to take a breather as Undyne walked menacingly towards Sans’ sleeping form, and since she couldn’t use her hands to wake him, she just yelled instead.

    “SANS! That are you doing sleeping at your station?!”

    Looking down you saw that Papyrus was also very much peeved at his sleeping brother.

    Sans didn’t have a startled reaction or anything, but he did wake up. He slowly sat up and stretched, pulling his arm up and yawning. Eventually he looked at Undyne, posture completely relaxed and eyes drooping slightly.

    “ya need somethin’ undyne?”

    Undyne groaned deeply and leaned down, which forced you to rest your arms on the top of the station, you curiously poked at the snow that was on it for some unknown reason.

    “How many times have I told you to stop falling asleep at your station?!”

    Sans looked off to the side, appearing to think about it, though you suspected he really wasn’t.

    “i dunno, i kinda’ lost count, do i lose points for that?”

    You laughed while both Papyrus and Undyne groaned.

    “NYEH! HUMAN! DON’T SUPPORT HIS HABITS! ANYWAY, SANS, WHAT IF A HUMAN HAD COME THROUGH HERE? YOU’D JUST BEEN SNOOZING AWAY!”

    Sans snorted and leaned out a bit to look at you, situated as you were half on Papyrus and half on his station.

    “wow pap, you’re right, a human did come through here.”

    Papyrus sat up suddenly, jerking you from the top of the station and the tiny snowman you had been making.

    “REALLY?! WHERE???”

    Sans’ grin grew and used his thumb to point upwards. Papyrus looked confused for a moment before turning his head up to look at you.

    You waved cheekily.

    You imagine that had Papyrus been standing, he would have been stomping his feet furiously.

    “SANS YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

    You had to stifle your laughter with your hand while Sans grinned even more cheekily at you and his brother.

    Suddenly, you had an idea.

    “Hey Sans, why don’t you join us?”

    He looked at you a little surprised but Papyrus nodded approvingly.

    “THAT’S A GREAT IDEA HUMAN! NOT EVEN SANS COULD FALL ASLEEP WHILE RIDING WITH UNDYNE!”

    Undyne spoke up with,

    “HAH! That’s right punk, I’ll never let you fall asleep!”

    Sans looked momentarily horrified by the prospect, but apparently had enough confidence in his sleeping abilities to shrug and say,

    “ok”  

    Your totem pole of friends was about to gain one small skeleton man.

    Papyrus wasted no time in reaching down to pick up Sans, who looked decidedly resigned. Papyrus handed him up to you, you were strong enough (and Sans was light enough) for you to hold on without issue. You grinned at him, he sighed and grinned back.

    You were afraid that Sans might actually fall off so you let him wrap his legs around your waist and droop his arms over your shoulders. He got quite comfortable, resting his head contently on top of yours.

    “huh, humans are pretty comfy” he said.

    You snorted.

    “I would be honoured to be your pillow.”

    He chuckled but the sound was interrupted when Undyne began running again.

    “NGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

    Papyrus yelped in surprise and you laughed while hanging onto Papyrus. Sans grunted and decided quickly that his hands were better suited wrapped around your waist. You held onto his leg with one hand and gripped Papyrus with the other, leaning forward a bit as well.

    Sans seemed to appreciate your efforts, even though you were the one who put him in this situation in the first place.

    Your piggyback ride of four plowed through the misty road of Snowdin and out into town. Onlookers watched amused as Undyne ran all around town, laughing all the way. After a bit you noticed that Sans had actually managed to fall asleep. He still had his arms and legs wrapped firmly around you, but his head was buried in your hair.

    He really could slack off anywhere, or maybe you were just that comfortable.

    Eventually, your adventure on top of Papyrus who was on top of Undyne came to a close. It was late, and you all stopped at Sans’ and Papyrus’ house. Undyne let a very tired Papyrus down who, despite the fun, was very terrified by the reckless abandon with which Undyne ran around Snowdin.

    Then, Papyrus let you down, Sans still attached. The taller skeleton sighed at his brother who was sleeping serenely on your back.

    “HUMAN, YOU CAN LET HIM GO NOW.”

    You considered it and turned your neck to look at him. He was sleeping peacefully, at some point he had wrapped his arms around your neck again, You had a hard time considering the thought of letting him go. You shook your head slightly, not wanting to disturb him.

    “It’s fine, I don’t want to wake him up.”

    Papyrus sighed, but the VERY exciting day caused him to relent.

    “WELL, IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT HUMAN I WILL NOT ARGUE, BUT YOU CANNOT ALWAYS GIVE HIM SO MUCH SLACK!”

    You chuckled lowly, and Sans wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

    You looked back at him, his head was tangled in your hair. You might have lied to Papyrus, you didn’t think you would have the heart to stop giving him slack.

    Undyne laughed heartily while rolling her shoulders, you were pretty sure you could hear quite a few pops.

    “That was a good work out! I ALMOST felt something!”

    You and Undyne grinned while Papyrus opened the door.

    “HUMAN, IF YOU SO PLEASE, I ALLOW YOU TO REST YOUR HEAD IN MY HUMBLE HOME FOR THE MORNING.” He implored happily. You resisted the urge to nod excitedly.

    “It would be my pleasure.” You mimicked his proper and dignified tone.

    Papyrus smiled brightly and walked inside, it then turned into a slight frown.

    “HM, I’M NOT SURE WHERE YOU CAN SLEEP THOUGH HUMAN, UNDYNE SLEEPS ON THE COUCH.”

    Undyne came up behind him and jabbed a thumb in her direction.

    “I’ll take the floor.”

    You were slightly startled.

    “Huh? It’s fine, you don’t have to do that, I can take the floor.” You argued.

    “No way!” She insisted, “You’re a guest!”

    You thought it interesting how good Undyne’s house manners were.

    “BUT YOU’RE A GUEST TOO, UNDYNE!” Papyrus interjected. Undyne just waved her hand.

    “Oh come of it, I’m a “guest”, not a guest.” She motioned the quotes with her fingers.

    “A “guest’” She did it again, “is someone who is staying somewhere for the future until further notice. Basically, I’m living here!”

    You supposed that was true, Undyne had been staying here ever since you and her had burned the house down.

    Good times.

    “Seriously,” She continued, “I don’t deserve to be the captain of the royal guard if I can’t handle sleeping on the floor!”

    She laughed triumphantly, very proud of herself.

    “I mean, you have extra blankets don’t you?”

    As Undyne and Papyrus continued to banter Sans stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up, he just buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t see his face anymore, which you thought was a shame.

    Papyrus finally relented for the second time that evening.

    “IF YOU INSIST.” He huffed, then led them into the house. Papyrus glanced over at the kitchen and excitedly said.

    “OOH! I SHOULD MAKE SOME SPAGHETTI FOR MY GUEST AND MY “GUEST”’

    Both you and Undyne attempted not to cringe. Neither of you wanted to front Papyrus’ spaghetti at this time.

    You had to do something.

    “Uhhh, it’s fine Papyrus, I don’t think I could stomach anything after that ride.”

    Undyne nodded her head fervently, even though she had BEEN the ride.

    Papyrus looked at them and leaned his head to the side.

    “ARE YOU SURE? I DON’T REMEMBER YOU TWO EATING ANYTHING.”

    “I uh, had something before you came.” said Undyne. You agreed with her, saying that you had also ate something before coming. Papyrus peered at them.

    “IF YOU’RE SURE…” He suddenly smiled broadly.

    “THEN I SUPPOSE I’LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE SOME FOR YOU TWO IN THE MORNING!”

    You nodded, accepting your fate. You’ll do your best for Papyrus.

    The three of you (four of you technically) dispersed then, Undyne going somewhere to find extra blankets, Papyrus into the kitchen to make spaghetti for tomorrow, and yourself to the couch.

    You looked at the couch, trying to figure out a way to lay down without disturbing the skeleton on your back. You COULD have just gone to his room and put him there, but you were pretty sure that it was locked, and you didn’t want to go snooping around Sans’ pockets even if you were just trying to find the key. Besides, he seemed kind of stuck to you, so you would have been hard pressed to pull him off anyway.

    You finally made your decision and you carefully took one of your hands off from under Sans’s leg to lift up the blanket already there. You somewhat awkwardly climbed onto the couch, rubbing off your shoes at the same time. You ended up laying on your stomach, head squished onto a pillow.

    You had managed to detach his legs from your waist and was now just drapped lazily over your back. As you tried to make yourself comfortable you could hear Undyne yelling from upstairs, asking where the extra blankets were. You heard Papyrus pause in his spaghetti making to answer. Their bantering and the sounds of Papyrus’ cooking lulled you to drowsiness, strangely enough.

Sans’ neck was still buried in your neck though, however now you could see his face from the corner of your eye. He looked very comfortable, you were...not so much.

But, you didn’t really mind.

You began to let yourself fall asleep when you heard muffled murmuring from your side.

“Hm?” You said, turning to Sans’ direction enough to see him. His eyes were still closed but his grin grew a slight bit wider.

“s’ a really good pillow…”

You stared with wide eyes before snorting and turning your face back to the pillow. You drowsily replied.

“m’ honoured.”

#Undertale #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #reader #reader x sans #/reader #papyrus #undyne #hah i don't even like reader fics much #but here i am #is it possible to fangirl over your own fic?

[juniper-rose-blower]

Erasing Your Doubt

(( It took much longer to get back into RPing the rest of this out, what with work and whatnot. Sorry to keep y’all hanging! There is more of this coming over the next week ^_^ Enjoy! [still takes place before the burning of Teldrassil] ))

Those first few training days in the Temple of the Jade Serpent had quickly turned into a week, and then two. Since arriving, both Juniper and Malodar had shed a great deal of preconceptions - and their extraneous armor and weapons - to spar in simple clothing with only their fists. Where Juniper was strong but petite, Malodar was larger but a little rusty. They were quite evenly matched.

Their time in the Jade Forest was nearing three weeks total when the Elder Sage called upon them to meet him at the dojo. The surprising addition to that request was to bring their escort, Daer’Leon, with them.

As the trio entered the dojo, the Elder greeted them with a smile, bidding they sit. "Today marks the day you move forward in your journey to rise above your former selves. Perhaps you've noticed that several Sha have manifested around the Temple's grounds?"

Malodar coughed as he looked up at the Elder Sage. "I had nothing to do with that," he joked before he could stop himself.

Tai-Feng's eyes shifted to Mal as a deep chuckle emanated from him. He shook his head gently, "No, that is true. You are not to blame this time, young Malodar." As he said this, his eyes shifted back to Leon, "There is one of your party who has yet to face his deepest Doubt, and it is far stronger than could be controlled."

Leon's scarred face looked surprised, and he looked over his shoulder for a moment, then back to Tai-Feng, "Me?"

To this, the Elder bowed his torso dangerously forward. "Your final task, young Hunter and friends, before you travel onward to the Temple of the White Tiger, is to vanquish this final negative force. Tell me, Malodar and Juniper: What do you think your companion's doubt is?"

Mal opened his mouth to protest the 'this time' comment, as that incident was most certainly not his fault either. But as the elder turned his attention to Leon, so too did Mal with a curious eyebrow. He held up his hand with a purple glow, "I could certainly get in there and find out."

June prodded Mal in the ribs hard for this taunt, pale eyes turning to look at Leon curiously. Brow furrowed, she looked back to the Elder Sage, "Do you want us to give a guess?"

Ever a look of patience upon his face, Elder Sage Tai-Feng gave a nod and looked between Mal and June quietly. Leon, meanwhile was averting his gaze away from the three of them, his hand moving to lay over the crescent-shaped medallion resting on a leather strap on his neck, muttering quietly.

Malodar watched Leon intently. He hadn't learned much about their companion yet, but from the pieces and anecdotes, he could hazard a guess. "I believe his… transformation has him in doubt about his beloved in some way." Leon's shrouded gaze lifted sharply at Malodar's words.

Tai-Feng clicked his tongue gently and intertwined his fingers before him, "Daer'Leon. You have, in your lifetime, been a man of confidence. Of charisma. Of conviction."

As the look of surprise unfolded on the Hunter's face, a soft woman's voice emanated again from his medallion, revealing the source from which the Elder Sage had learned more about June and Mal's elusive travel companion: Belle. Leon's brow knitted together as it wrinkled upward with worry. "I was once a protector, a guardian of Nature, and an expectant father... but I failed in my duty... and now I am none of those things." His tone was solemn as he spoke.

Malodar folded his arms somewhat confidently, and when he spoke to Leon it was with a force and bravado that was intended to snap him out of his mood. "Have you heard nothing the Master has said about doubt? You are doused in it. Facing it, as we had, is the only way you can be everything she needs you to be..." He was serious but demanding, trying to rile him into action. "You're not that weak, are you?"

June's pale eyes looked too at Leon, though they furrowed and looked briefly at Malodar in disapproval of his methods. Her expression softened as she pointed to Leon, "But that's not true. You protect her even still. Didn't you do what you did to find her? I can't think of anything you could do to be a guardian and protector better than that!" Admittedly, she had no answer for being an expectant father, but she wasn't wrong, either!

Tai-Feng watched the two trying to snap Leon out of his solemnity and adjusted his clasped hands. "Tell me, Leon. What is that irking fear in your mind... I believe it is far more specific than you've let on."

To this, Leon furrowed his heavy brow over his shrouded eyes. He loosed a weighted sigh. "With Bells in the condition she is now, and my own... our future looks nothing like we envisioned... and trying to picture it like we used to only ends in disaster every time I do."

June's words fell short as she looked at Leon in sympathy. Admittedly, she had no idea what they had been before, so she had no gauge. They had spoken before of his previous dabbling in alchemy, but it had not exactly been a deep conversation.

Malodar looked almost furious and threw himself up to his feet. "You think I envisioned my home and life being ripped apart by a blasted dragon? My sister being thrown to the winds of fate? Everyone suffers, everyone's life is thrown into chaos… but you find a new path! You make a new future… and you make it whatever YOU want!" He pointed his finger at Leon's face as if he were challenging him.

Tai-Feng watched, holding up a hand as June was half-way through pushing herself to her feet to come to Leon's defense. She stopped, looking back at the Elder and nodding. As Leon stood, the Elder cleared his throat loudly enough for Malodar to step back and pay attention. "Daer'Leon. Your companions have spent the past two weeks learning to hone their focus as sharply as a hunter's. They have sparred and trained their bodies to raise their endurance. They have overtaken their deepest fears and emerged on the other side to embrace who they are without those burdens on their hearts." Leon remains silent and stoney-faced, though his shrouded gaze was pointed directly at the Pandaren as he listened. Tai-Feng continued, "I think it is time you take the first step to overcoming these burdens on your mind and heart. Come with me." With that, the Elder Sage motioned them to stand and follow him as he made his way to the entrance to the dojo.

Malodar paused and stood straighter, retreating a step back and to the side and folded his arms. At the elder sage's instruction he silently moved to the door ahead of them all and stood aside to wait for them all to pass.

June watched as the Elder walked toward the doorway, then looked back at Leon. He still said nothing, though he gave June the tiniest of nods. Without another word, they followed after the Pandaren as he led them all out of the dojo and into the afternoon air. The sound of fighting was distant - apparently the Sha manifestations had been minor, for the most part. But as the Elder led their group across the grounds, the air seemed to grow colder as a chill built up on the backs of their necks. Down a winding path and up a set of stairs, and they finally found themselves near where the path dead-ended. Tai-Feng turned to Leon, looking quite serious, "You must be willing to move forward and embrace who and what you are. Things that are in your control should be done smartly. Things that are not... should be let go. Are you willing?"

Leon watched the Elder intently, and eventually gave a nod. "I am willing," he offered simply. Tai-Feng nodded, looking over the Hunter's face in thought. "Very well," he finally said, motioning up the ramp ahead of them, "Your path has twisted and turned and wound its way to bring you here. It is with this knowledge that I say to you three to prepare your farewells. For after you face this challenge, you will be ready to head to the next Temple."

Mal put his hand on Leon's shoulder and pushed him forward slightly. "Stop worrying about it and fight..." He offered simply. "Don't die and I'll buy you a drink."

June looked to Mal, placing a hand on Leon's other shoulder, stepping forward a little to continue to nudge the Hunter onward, "We are a team... we will help you should you need it." With these encouraging words, Tai-Feng nodded and led them up the ramp.

The creature that stood before them was significantly larger than the two shadows that June and Mal had faced a week and a half ago. Its body was made of swirling light and shadow, with wicked spikes and twisted claws and a maw that threatened to open more than enough to engulf them all.

Tai-Feng offered one repeated piece of wisdom to the Hunter as he took a half-step forward, “You have yet to face that deepest doubt… but you cannot wait any longer.” The Elder Sage watched quietly before motioning to the Sha creature. “Your Doubt is now manifested before you, Moonsorrow. The path forward is hindered by its presence. Embrace who you are. Good luck.”

Mal paused at the top of the stairs, letting the other two walk ahead of him slightly. He glanced over his shoulder at the Master's final advice. He looked down at his feet. The ritual had banished the worst of the doubt from his mind, but he still struggled to make that decision. He had been a monster of a fighter once, he had convinced himself there was a better path, and now been told he might have been wrong. He looked up to the beast and before his eyes it seemed to grow even more fearsome, only in his imagination perhaps. He drew his longknife from his belt and stared at it. As he did it swirled with purple and black tendrils of energy that seemed to come from the very flesh of his hand. He stepped up to his companions and pointed the knife at the creature. "Let's kill this thing..." His voice thick with excitement at the prospect.

June looked back at Mal and gave a small shake of her head, then looked at Leon, waiting for his response. But he said nothing. He merely stepped forward, rolling his shoulders again. His wings gave a small half-flap, rustling against the strange feeling the Sha creature was inciting in him. With a deep inhale, he drew his curved glaives from his back.

Before them, the ungodly transformation that unfolded was surreal. The winged Kaldorei that stood before them seemed to swell to unnatural proportions, muscles bulging against what little armor he wore. His wings opened and arched above his head as his legs grew thicker and longer, his feet morphing into heavy hooves. The fel flame that smouldered behind his shroud was now alive and burning brightly. He glanced back at June and Mal for half a beat, and when he spoke, it was in that deep voice he always spoke with, "... For Bells." And then he turned and leapt into the air, flying right for the Sha creature like a meteor.

Mal smirked slightly with an arched eyebrow as the hunter swelled with demonic power. "Show off." As the demon leaped, Mal held his free hand out palm up and squeezed his palm as if gripping something in the air. The shadow-creatures own energy erupting from rifts in the ground around them swirled with Mal's command and rushed up to the airborne hunter. The tempest of energy pressed against the hulking form and pushed it forth with even more velocity toward its target.

June watched as Leon charged the creature, followed shortly by Mal adding his strength against it. It was truly massive compared to the ones they had fought before. Tai-Feng gave her an encouraging look, "A healer is a fighter, too. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he said to her. That was more than enough for her. She ran forward, drawing her initialed push-daggers from her waist and let forth a slew of strikes against the creature.

Leon's blades swung with deadly precision, careful to miss June while keeping the Sha's focus solely on him. He watched as June took a jump back, taking a moment to release a chaotic explosion of fel energy, catching the creature off-guard as Malodar's energy seemed to meld with the fel to eat away at the creature's form, working in perfect sync.

As the creature seemed to slowly succumb to their strikes, Mal threw his dagger spinning up into the air. With both hands he grabbed control of the swirls of sha energy around them. They ceased to random clouds but conjoined into solid tendrils. Lancing toward the creature, they managed to ensnare its limbs, preventing escape. Mal caught his dagger as it fell and threw it for good measure, embedding it in the monster's flesh.

June watched as Mal's dagger found itself embedded into the head of the creature, sliding beneath it to bring it lower to the ground, thanks to Mal's tendrils, as well as moving herself to safety.

Leon stood over the creature, exuding confidence as he looked down at it. The vibrance of his fel-burning eyes grew brighter and brighter. With a shout, Leon's wings flapped once, lifting his hulking form about a foot from the ground. A great expulsion of fel fire shot forth from Leon's eyes into the creature, obliterating it into nothingness. The attack seemed to go in slow motion, but as it ended, the Hunter’s form shrank down to its still-large size compared to June and Mal, his shroud strangely unaffected by what just happened. His grip on his glaives relaxed a little, and he let out a visible sigh of relief.

June gave a gentle smile, looking to Mal to make sure he too was ok.

Malodar stepped forward as the sha energy around them began to dissipate, including the tendrils he had seized control of. He picked up his dagger from the cobblestones and shook it off of any remaining residue from the creature. He sheathed it and clapped a hand on Leon's shoulder. "I could've done that… if I had demon-energy-eyes." He smiled at both of them.

June couldn't help but chuckle at Mal's comment. Leon gave a rather boisterously relaxed guffaw and clapped the priest on the shoulder in turn. "Thank you, both," he said, "... that... that was something I apparently really needed."

To this, June nodded and reached out awkwardly with one hand, as if trying to decide whether to hug him or shake his hand. She ended up patting his arm twice before smiling and clasping her fingers together in front of her, "I guess the next leg of our journey is to the next Temple?"

Malodar nodded, "The Temple of the White Tiger." He turned to the northwest and looked up toward the top of a large peak in the distance. "No small climb at all." He frowned slightly. "And doesn't look like the kind of place to find a good hard drink. Ah well."

Leon motioned toward the buildings, "Let's ask about getting gryphons - they might have something to help."

At the sound of this, June hesitated for a moment before nodding, "No harm in asking, I suppose."

Mal tilted his head and looked to the temple grounds. "I believe here they use some kind of magical kite things..." He looked quite uncertain. "I suppose its quicker."

June shrugged and lead the way forward, "Let's go, then."

(( mentions: @malodarstarstrike @moonsorrowhouse @bellalily-moonsorrow ))

#June #Malodar #Daer'Leon #plot #rp #defeating doubt #Seeking Inner Peace

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Keep on Going (Padmé Amidala x Reader)

@kweenies requested:  “I'd like to request Padme content for that lovely wlw post please!” (this one right here)

Published: January 1st, 2018

Takes place in an ideal world where she doesn’t die, falls in love with a girl who treats her right, and then goes on to form the Resistance.

Notes: Yes!! I won’t even lie, this became my top priority request because Padmé is my wife and this godless website is severely lacking in the good space queen content. (well, wlw content in general but Padmé is so underloved it should be a damn crime)  And ohhh lord is this a doozy. (Nine pages on google docs, thus why I didn’t just answer it in the ask format)

psst If u love Padmé and dumb imagines like I do please hit me up. Let’s be best friends!!

It had seemed like lifetimes had passed since you had first heard her voice. You only ever saw her face anymore in photographs or dreams, yet you still could see every miniscule detail burned into your brain every time you thought back to her.

And yet still, though her memory, once a bonfire much like the ones on your homeworld of Naboo, now began to die out leaving only sparks and embers in their wake, you could sometimes still hear her voice. Always reassuring you of who you were, and what you had in a way only Padmé Amidala Naberrie could ever do. One particular phrase of hers from your distant youth still struck you like a bolt of lightning each time it reappeared.

We have to keep on going, even when the world feels like it’s just complete garbage, we just have to persist.

She had been only twelve, and you mere months younger sitting at eleven when you had first seen her. She had been another member of the Apprentice Legislature, and one you had shamed yourself for not noticing sooner. From a very early age, Padmé had earned herself rightful distinction among the young girls of the program. The rumours spread during designated breaks told of a noble Nabooan girl with such high expectations put on her by her family that she had joined the Legislature at the tender age of eight. The older girls spoke of a sister she had, not accepted into the Apprenticeship as the mysterious girl had been, and seen as disgraceful among the Naberrie family, leaving only more pressure along young Padmé’s shoulders. Though you desperately desired to disregard the gossip, branding it as nothing more than overzealous fiction spread around to break the bland nature of the academic season, you were endlessly curious about the strange girl’s true history.

You recall locking eyes with hers across a senate classroom later that same day. Something about the warmth held behind her eyelids provided a feeling almost as if in the stories your older sisters had fawned over all about finding light and love in the darkest of situations. The gentle smile she had offered you engulfed you in a light so indescribably wonderful and overwhelmingly ethereal that you had been convinced in that moment that the light of every star in the galaxy had appeared as little more that the dying embers of a fire when placed against the wonder that was her smile. And though you knew all too well that flying too close to the sun would only melt your wings and leave you falling, the way she spoke to you as she introduced herself, or the way she held herself in professional matters, yet allow her barriers to fall to rubble in your presence only brought you higher and higher up in the sky, relishing the warmth she had brought you.

You soon learned that her name was Padmé Naberrie, and she did indeed hail from a noble family on your own home planet of Naboo. She rapidly became your closest friend, and on particularly long sleepless nights at the Legislature you would creep into her chambers, resting your head on her shoulder as the two of you spoke softly about the prospect of going home, discussing what you would do upon seeing your families again and returning to your homes, and for brief moments among all the chaos and tension the two of you felt serene. As though it was only you and Padmé, pinpricks amongst an endless expanse of stars with no worries or responsibilities to make a mess of it.

As your years in the Legislative Youth Program progressed, so your relationship with Padmé. What once began as smiles from across the lecture hall flourished into boundless support and wholesome showcases of affection. Your late night chats progressed into you being in her room so frequently you practically shared it. The turmoil of the entire galaxy seemed to melt the moment she would enter your arms, knowing something you did and you alone could do kept her night terrors away. Your discussions of plans for the future from years earlier now began to shift to fit to each other, with talks of picnics in the flower fields and long strolls along the banks of the Solleu River. She felt safe with you, and you felt like you had found your entire world as you watched your friend sleep another night in peace cradled in your arms. As you would drift off, all you could think of was her. How soft she was in your arms, long hair like loose strands of silk and skin scented vaguely of Lemon and Rosemary. You would wake up to her gentle smile in the mornings, and get the privilege of hearing such a gifted mind in action throughout the day, and despite what anybody would think you could never get sick of the feeling of having her around. You loved the feeling of Padmé in the same way people loved the sun. In your young heart, freshly fourteen and finally departing from the program that brought you two together originally, she was the sun. She was the sun and you would melt if it meant the chance to be near her for one second longer.

This had all changed when the two of you finally did make it home, only for her to very quickly be elected as the newest ruler of your little planet, shadowed with a number of commitments far beyond your young understanding. She was now Queen Padmé Amidala of Naboo, yet each time she called you in to assist her in her political affairs she greeted you with the very same blinding smile as the first day you had seen her. She envelopes you in a hug the moment you step in, the draping sleeves of her robe comfortably swallowing you in an expanse of silk and fur. She moves her headpiece upwards as to give you what she deemed a proper hug. She would later explain this to you as “giving you the hug you deserve” after having to go so long without seeing you each time.

She missed you. She had missed you just as you had missed her. The sight of white remnants from her regal makeup on your tunic couldn’t even upset you in these moments, because she was here and she was real and despite being your queen, she was still your Padmé underneath it all. Beneath all the makeup and lavish clothing was still the woman you adored. As she discussed her dilemma with the Trade Federation, the look in her eyes assured you once more she had adored you all the same.

Padmé Amidala was truly extraordinary. She had been twenty-two then, having completed her second term as Queen of Naboo only a month prior and being accepted as a member of the Galactic Senate. You had always known she was incredible, yet the pleads of the people of Naboo to change the term laws, requesting Amidala to serve another term as queen had been an experience beyond even your own belief. You were infinitely proud of who she had become. The two of you had not spoken at that point since Padmé had been seventeen, yet still you refused yourself to forget her. Padmé was one light that would never go out even if it came at a cost to you. Her memory still burned in your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, just as you have, she’s thought about you with each day that has passed. The littlest things would send her into a spiral of thoughts of you, even if it was something as trivial as the thought that no medication, home remedy, or treatment in the world would push her stress away in quite the same way as being in your arms as a teenager would. She longed for you with each day that progressed. She would leave for Coruscant in mere months, and knowing that meant leaving you as well was eating at her. Her childhood home in the city of Theed only seemed to taunt her. A mounted photograph still sat in her chambers of the two of you, both so engulfed in your conversation that you were unaware entirely you were being photographed. Her gaze lingered on your bright eyes and gentle smile. 

How she missed them.

Another long night spent alone was all it had really taken to push her over the edge, though she would deny this to even herself. Finally free of handmaids, royal guards, and Jedi knights hovering over her at all hours of the day, she could rise from her bed and feel a sense of peace in her solitude, though there was never truly any peace at night knowing you weren’t there with her. Slipping into a simple dress, one in a dark color to deter attention with a hood to cloak her, and a pair of slippers she wasted no time in ducking out her window and making the short distance to your new residence in the center of the city. Though she was no longer hovered over constantly, there were still guards posted at either entrance to her home for her protection until she departed for Coruscant.

The walk had taken her about 45 minutes in total, though she never once felt tired or worried as she wandered through the city of Theed, surging with determination with each heavy step taken to the door of your home. She tensed. It was late, and had been awfully long. Too long for her to just knock at your door and expect you to-

Well, truthfully, Padmé didn’t know exactly what she expected. Her nerves only sweltered as she awaited some response to the soft knock she placed on your door. She couldn’t do this. Solving a life-threatening trade crisis as a teen seemed like nothing to the feeling of lingering at your door in the middle of the night after years of absolutely no contact. When you had finally opened the door, gazing at her from the opening that the security chain provided, she was certain her heart had quickly gone from racing to having stopped entirely. She opened her mouth to speak, yet no words would form. A wide grin spread across what she could see of your features, and Padmé had been revived at the sight of that beautiful smile in person once again. The door shut, confusing her greatly until she heard the metallic scrape of the chain being unbolted and the door opening once more.

And you were there. Completely real and in her presence again for the first time in years. Just as incredible as you had been at sixteen. No, even more so. Slightly taller and visibly stronger, with a slightly slimmer face and a much fuller figure. You just appeared so much more mature in a way that could only be described as so very… (Y/N). Padmé realized she was staring, and with the stupidest dopey grin on her face as well, and returned to the best neutral face she could muster in your presence, searching for something to say to you. Anything at all. She thought it over. Opening her mouth, shutting it again deciding to start over, only to think she had found it again, and deciding against her better judgement, closing her mouth and furrowing her brow in thought. You giggled at her actions, snapping her out of her own thought.

“Padmé Amidala…” You marveled. She smiled nervously at your words, still so unsure of what to say to you. “Please, come in.”

She followed you into your home with careful footsteps, almost as though your floor was made of glass. You turned back to her with a beaming smile and offered her a wordless expression of everything you could tell she had wanted to say. A hug. It felt like hours passed by with the two of you locked tightly into each other’s embrace. Rekindling everything that had gone unsaid in the past five years.

“I missed you.” She finally mutters into your shoulder. Padmé buried her nose deeper into your neck, causing you to tighten your grip around her waist with a soft laugh. No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken. It seemed in that moment as though you and Padmé were made to be together. A friendship written out within the stars themselves. Two girls against the galaxy, destined for glory and nobody could tell them otherwise.

“I missed you too.”

She confessed everything on her mind to you, as if the two of you had not been parted at all. She told you stories about her time as queen of Naboo, and discussed the famed Jedi knights that served the Republic. She shared her feelings about herself and her home planet, her new duties as a senator and the new environment she’ll be in.

“It’s so much different than our own little planet.” She commented, recalling her visit to Coruscant from the previous year. She told you of the young slave boy she met her first year of reign, Anakin, and how at the tender age of nine had saved her life and won his freedom in pod race. She added that it had been a miracle he had won, and Anakin, now a young man and older Jedi padawan under Obi-Wan Kenobi, seemed to be doing fairly well for himself. The entire time she spoke, you watched her with stars in your eyes, marveling at the way she smiled and her eyes lit up. As her tales from her days as queen began to die down, Padmé glanced at you. The silence engulfed you two. Warm summer air blowing through the open windows gave the peaceful moment a sense of modern enchantment. You smiled sleepily at your old friend, warming her heart like a fire. You were her home, she had discovered. No place in the galaxy could shelter her quite like your arms could. Gradually the two of you had worked your way into your kitchen, and from your kitchen to your bedroom. You plopped down on your unmade bed, extending your arms outwards as you has a thousand times in the past, and just as in the past, she sunk into them, with a smile growing as you embraced her. She was taller now. Taller than you, you’d realized, though if years of distance and a hundred and one life threatening situations hadn’t been enough to keep her out of your arms, the newfound height difference wouldn’t be either. “(Y/N)?” She said, voice soft under the cover of the silent night.

“Mmm, yes, Padmé?” You whispered. Your eyes had been closed, yet they felt every motion as she shifted her weight to rest on her stomach. Upon opening them, you could see every detail in her dark glassy eyes. You could count each eyelash out and every individual faint sun-kissed freckle if you tried. Her cool breath fanned over your nose and cheeks, soothing you even further as she spoke.

“I…” She stopped, glancing down in thought. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

“Padmé,”

“I know I should have.”

“Padmé, you had a world to run.” You reasoned. Nimble fingers combed through her hair. “Of course I missed you, but deep down I knew perfectly well you never stopped caring about me.” Your hand moved from her hair to her jaw, caressing her cheekbone with your thumb.”I never stopped caring about you… I love you, Padmé. I always have.” The sleepy smile she sported, so much like the one you first had seen from so long ago, yet so different, melted your heart to a puddle within your chest. Padmé was like no other to you. Even after years of silence, she was like the sun after a hard night.

“You’re my world, (Y/N).” She stated simply. A matter of fact that, though not stated aloud before now, was known and reciprocated for years. It had almost been second nature when you had leaned over to kiss her. One of her hands snaked their way up to your neck, keeping you from second guessing yourself and pulling away. Her lips were plush and soft, and better than anybody you had ever kissed before or may ever kiss again. She was incredible.

When you finally pulled away, you noticed her eyes were still closed. A smile stretched across her face, shortly blossoming into a full on grin. As her eyes finally opened you marveled at the small wonder of the simple action. Her long lashes fluttering, the light of Naboo’s dual moons bouncing off of them with each little motion her eyes made until she was staring back at you, moonstruck and dazed. “I think I love you.” She whispered.

“I think I love you more.”

And as you cradled her in your arms that night, just as you did in your teenage years, it held so much more purpose than you ever could have imagined as the nervous child meeting her eyes across the room. Everything has finally felt perfect. You and Padmé, alone amongst the stars. No worries, no war, no pain or fear. Only serenity.

The two of you had found serenity in each other. Peace within each other’s love and light, just as in the stories your sisters loved in your youth. You understood what it was like now.

Because you understood what it was like to love Padmé.

“Please don’t go…” You mumbled into Padmé’s hair. Just as in the past, Padmé now lingered so often at your house it had practically become hers as well in the few months you had together before she left to join the Senate. It wasn’t quite the best of ideas, in theory, but to two girls, young and in love even after nearly a decade’s worth of time, good ideas didn’t matter. Only she did.

“I almost don’t want to anymore.” She confessed. “If only I could have known, (Y/N), I would have figured something out.”

“We can still figure something out, sunshine.” You weren’t entirely sure if this was true, though the feeling of her hand tucking a stray piece of hair back soothed your racing heart enough to believe it. “I’d do anything for you.”

“So come with me.” She reasoned. You looked at her quizzically from her position on your chest. “It doesn’t have to be a romantic thing. At least, not to anybody else it doesn’t. It can just be… a support thing.”

“A support thing?”

“Yes. You helped me when I was younger in political affairs. I needed support because I didn’t understand. I could reason that I would need this support on Coruscant as well. And who better to support me than my childhood best friend?”

“And not Palpatine? Or Sola?”

“Palpatine is there, and Sola is a mother. She’s not going anywhere. Please? (Y/N), to tell you the entire truth, I’m not sure I trust Palpatine entirely. I know that he’s important, and I will continue to be kind until I’m shown it’s unwarranted, but I have a gut feeling that something isn’t right.” Her eyes silently pleaded for you to accompany her. Eyes you couldn’t deny in a million millenia.

“Padmé, you know I trust you, right?” She nodded, slightly confused. “And it is because I trust you that I’ll go with you to Coruscant. However, as much as I love you, and I won’t deny that it is a factor, I can’t promise that I will stay for more than a year. Does that work for you?”

“And if you like it there?”

“I’ll consider staying longer, but you have a year with me promised.”

“That works perfectly. Thank you. I love you.” She pressed small kisses all along your face. The laughter you emitted brought purpose to her life in a way she couldn’t even begin to express. She would have you around for longer. The thought overjoyed her. You overjoyed her

For just a couple of young lovers, the pair of you almost had felt as though everything worked out. No matter what curveballs were thrown your way, you would always take comfort in just the knowledge of having each other. As though it was written in the stars.

This wasn’t always the case.

It was not until two years later that another great problem had arisen in the life of Padmé Amidala, this life problem ironically being several attempts on her life in a short period of time. You secretly theorised that this was the work of Rush Clovis, the senator of Naboo who stood beside Padmé, or someone who stood behind him, after Padmé admitted to not returning his affections. Truth be told, you hardly saw her anymore, which worried you immensely with the Clone Wars very clearly on the horizon. The times you would see her were spent either sleeping the day’s exhaustions away or debating with her on the current political state of the galaxy.

She did spend an awful lot of time with Anakin, however, and though you know he had been assigned by the Order to keep her safe in these times, you almost couldn’t help but burn with jealousy deep down. You liked Anakin, you truly did, though it was clear he liked Padmé, and without any knowledge of the relationship you and Padmé held, what was stopping?

“The Jedi Order, (Y/N)!” Padmé reasoned. Her voice was strained with exasperation, and one of her hands was threaded in her hair. “The Jedi Order is stopping him. Do you really not trust me so much as to doubt my fidelity simply for having friends? I need more than just you, (Y/N), I-”

“Now just a moment. I never once questioned your fidelity.” You argued. “I know who you are, sunshine, and that isn’t who you are. You told me yourself when we were younger that you could never bring yourself to do such a thing, and I believe you.”

“Then what is it?”

“What I am concerned about is your- well, actually two things. Your safety is the biggest one. Every time you leave this apartment I never know what could happen to you. More than enough misfortune has found its way to you, Padmé, and losing you just isn’t something I’m ready to deal with. You mean far too much to me.” Her eyes softened, though returned to their confused state so quickly you could have missed it if you blinked.

“And Anakin?”

“Padmé, I love Anakin, I just fear that he might… take your need for his protection as more than it what it is, if that makes any sense? I don’t want him to become too comfortable with-”

“You’re jealous.” She interrupted, giggling at her own revelation.

“No.” You insisted. “I just don’t want him to believe that your friendship is an invitation to…” You trailed off, unable to say another word with the taunting look she gave you. A single eyebrow quirked up and her small smirk grew wider. “Maybe a little bit.” You admitted, voice soft.

“A lot.” She countered

“Not a lot.”

“Quite a lot.” Padmé stepped closer, taking your hands and placing them over her shoulders. You took this as an invitation, and loosely locked your hands together behind her neck, allowing them to drape there. Her teasing smile was enough to make you cave, laughing softly before you spoke up, allowing her to win your little argument.

“Fine, I’m jealous of Anakin Skywalker, but in my defense-” She cut you off with a kiss, snaking her arms around your waist in a way that made your heart race. You pulled back with a chuckle as to finish your statement. “I’m not just going to let any mildly cute teenage boy with big ambitions think he can size up my super hot girlfriend. He has to earn it.” You pressed another quick kiss to her pouting lips that caused her grip on your hips to tighten. “Tell him to call me when you show up at his house after five years of absolute nothing.”

She rolled her eyes with a dramatic scoff, keeping you from saying another word with her own lips.

The Republic had fallen.

This was made evident with the death of Jedi Knight Mace Windu at the hands of Palpatine. Talk was spreading of a fallen Jedi, now turned dark and working under Palpatine’s command to bring end to the days of Diplomatic order within the Galaxy, and they believed this started with the Jedi. Truthfully, you didn’t care at the moment. You couldn’t be bothered to think twice about the new rise of the Sith or what would happen to the Jedi from this point.

All that was on your mind was her.

Padmé.

More specifically, getting her the hell off this planet. The only thing you could think of as you dashed through the streets of Galactic City was taking her and whatever small material possessions you needed from your shared apartment and getting far away from Coruscant at any and all costs.

Bursting through the apartment door, you had seen that Padmé had already beaten you to it.

“Get what you need, put it in a bag, and let’s get the fuck out of this place before it burns to the ground.” You stated simply. Without wasting any time, you dashed to your shared bedroom and packed any clothing, currency, food, water, and sanitary products you could fit into a couple of bags, praying it was enough to keep the two of you alive until you found a safer place to call home. You stepped back out into the living room, slinging the bags off your shoulders and by the front door for easier transport as you packed everything else you had.

“So we’re just leaving? A-a-as if this isn’t any worry to you that the Republic is literally ou there dying?”

“My concern is keeping you safe. The Republic is dying, but what do you expect any of us to do about it when the entire Jedi Order, trained their whole life for a situation like this, couldn’t make it out of the fight alive. I can’t let anything happen to you, Padmé, please understand where I’m coming from. Please come with me?”

“I- I just don’t- okay.”

“You will?”

“I will.”

You pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. The woman you loved would be safe another day. The thought eased your mind like no other. You brought a small kiss to her lips. “Hey, hey don’t cry, alright? I know it’s hard, sunshine, but we have to work fast. I have clothes food, water, and sanitary products in these,” You gestured to the two bags on the floor. “Let your hair down and change your clothes. It’ll keep us from looking too suspicious. I’ve have a small ship waiting at the edge of the city just in case. Can you think of anything else we need?” She shook her head and ran to change. “I know you just want to help, and I admire you more than you’ll ever know for that, but as of right now, we can’t do anything.” You reasoned, trying to keep from appearing too grim as she watched you. “Before we can do anything, we have to wait it out. Let all of this death and war fade out. Maybe even watch the Sith rise to power without so much as a word.”

“And then?” She sniffled.

“And then we form a Resistance. An alliance of rebels just as determined to restore the Republic as we are. And we fight. But we can’t fight until we know what we’re up against, and the two of us alone won’t nearly be enough. We have to go. These rebels are going to need someone like you, and without you around to guide us, we would need a miracle to see the light again.”

With packed bags and flowing robes to conceal your identities, the two of you bolted to the edge of the city, boarding your little ship and praying the old machinery had been fixed up enough to get you to the outer rim.

She watched with sad eyes from the cockpit as the planet’s surface grew further and further from view.

“We’ll be alright. Let’s just get as far away from here as we can before this old hunk of junk gives out on us.” Your hand snaked snugly around her waist, giving her small goosebumps in its wake despite your warmth.

“We’ll be fine.” She agreed. Your arm around her waist only reminded her of what she already knew. “Home was never Naboo, or our apartment on Coruscant, or even the little lives we had built for ourselves within the city. Home has always been with you. Everything we had built was destroyed, but I’m still okay. I’ve got you and that’s all I’ll ever need.” You grinned widely at her little speech.

“Man, that was cheesy.” You sighed, though she knew you agreed with every word. Despite the dark situation, Padmé laughed, leaning her head on your chest as you piloted.

“I love you…” She whispered, eyes locked on the blue rush of the stars passing by at light speed.

“I love you more.”

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