#it had been on my dash quite awhile and i had been told/heard it was like dnd

[ladybug023]

Gwayne Hightower x Tyland Lannister

(I’ve loved this pairing for awhile now. The problematic gay and his religious closeted pillow bitter. Also this when Gwayne and Tyland were young men.)

Warnings: Nothing too graphic, flirting, repressed sexuality.

When Tyland heard that Gwayne Hightower had been injured in a jousting match with Daemon Targaryen, he saw an opportunity to get closer to the dashing knight. He was a beautiful man, almost as handsome as Ser Cole. However, it was not just the knight’s beauty that enticed Tyland, it was also what Gwayne may know about the enigma that was Otto Hightower.

"I got word of your injury," Tyland said, entering Gwayne's tent with the most charming smile. "I came to check on you, I brought milk of the poppy if you are in need of it.” He placed the small vile of liquid on a table.

Gwayne glanced up from where he sat, his expression guarded, his brown eye gleaming with suspicion as they flitted from the vile to the Lannister before him. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I do not need your aid."

"Of course not," Tyland replied smoothly, taking a seat next to him. "I was just worried that the Prince had ruined your face. You did take quite the fall.”

Gwayne scoffed. "You worrying about some other than yourself? I highly doubt that. What do you want, Tyland?"

"I will not mince words, Gwayne. I'm deeply drawn to you," Tyland admitted, drawing nearer. Choosing directness, he continued, "There is an undeniable connection between us that I can't overlook."

Gwayne pulled back, a scowl forming on his face. "Connection? You are delusional. I have no interest in such unnatural proclivities."

Tyland’s had to restrain himself from laughing. He’d lost count of how many closeted pillow bitters told him the same thing. “There is no need to play coy, Dear.” He carefully reached out to Gwayne. The latter jerked away from his tender touch. “You are not as good at hiding as you think. It is okay to admit it to me. I will not tattle to your father.”

Gwayne’s face flushed. He shook his head. "Even if I was, I could never be with someone like you."

Tyland arched an eyebrow. "Someone like me? And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You are an ungodly man, Tyland," Gwayne said, his voice laced with disdain. "You would do whatever it takes to get what you want. That's not someone I would want to be with."

Leaning back in his chair, Tyland regarded Gwayne for a moment before speaking, "You're not entirely mistaken, dear Gwayne. However, my identity extends beyond mere politics and power."

It was Gwayne’s turn to study him. “Oh really? Like what?” He asked, his tone sardonic. The Lannister smirked, reaching out to touch his knee. Gwayne didn't flinch this time, but he certainly didn't lean in to Tyland's touch either. Tyland's lips tilted into a faint smile as he observed Gwayne. He had hoped he would be a little more welcoming by now. His fingers rested gently on Gwayne's leg as he spoke.

Tyland's smirk grew as he felt Gwayne's uncertainty. "You want to know what's behind the mask?" He leaned in closer to Gwayne and spoke softly. "That's not a simple answer. But I can tell you, whatever it is, it is all mine."

He leaned back in his chair again. "And speaking of masks. What about you? What's behind the armor? What drives you? What are you afraid of?" Tyland probes the knight as his green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I fear nothing, least of all you, Tyland...” He returned Tyland's grin with a glare, sensing his skin warming under Tyland's touch.

Tyland smirked in response to the knight's glare, unfazed by the anger displayed before him. “Are you certain? I believe there are many things that instill fear in you. Fear of your father. Fear of revealing your vulnerabilities. Fear of losing your true self beneath that armor.”

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table, his hands still placed on Gwayne's thigh. “What are your thoughts on the matter?”

“My thoughts are, I'll shatter your jaw if you do not remove your hand,” Gwayne retorted, returning a menacing smile.

Tyland's smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in closer to Gwayne. “You see, uttering such words is merely a facade to conceal the vulnerabilities within you. But that facade won't hold forever,” he asserted, locking eyes with Gwayne. “We're not as dissimilar as you imagine. Both of us don masks to conceal our truths.”

Gwayne's voice softened as he leaned in closer. "Are you implying that I'm weak?"

Tyland maintained a gentle, hushed tone in his response. “What’s wrong with weakness?” He drew nearer, closing the gap until they were mere inches apart. Tyland's hands resumed their subtle advance along Gwayne's leg, gradually ascending his thigh. “Isn't it a display of strength to reveal vulnerabilities? To unveil imperfections? To be open with someone?”

Gwayne shivered, his gaze flickering from Tyland's hand to his piercing green eyes. Despite this, he made no move to remove Tyland's hand. “Why would I show my back to you, only to offer you a target for your dagger?” he quipped with a chuckle. “I'm afraid that's not in the cards, Lannister.”

Tyland feigned a pout. "Fair enough. But I would never take advantage of your vulnerabilities.” Tyland took his hands off Gwayne's leg but leaned a little closer, his face only inches away from the knight's. He could see the green eyes flicker with curiosity. Tyland smirked. “I might explore them though.”

Gwayne scoffed softly and withdrew. “Lannisters," he muttered, "always babbling on...”

Tyland smirked again, but he didn't take his eyes off Gwayne. “And you Highgarden knights... Too proud to admit when you're curious.”

“Curious of what Tyland?” He glared at him, growing annoyed with the blonde’s games. He couldn’t help but blush because he had an idea of what Tyland was hinting to.

Tyland couldn't help but chuckle at Gwayne's blush. "You know what I'm talking about." He leaned in closer again, until their faces were just inches apart.

"Why don't I show you?" He whispered, his eyes locked on Gwayne.

Gwayne couldn't help but meet Tyland's gaze, feeling his heart beating faster and faster. His thoughts ran wild. What if he tried to kiss me? He was tempted to move away. But his body wouldn't listen to him. He had been starved of any affection from women or men alike. He wanted more. Gwayne didn't move as Tyland leaned in even closer, their faces almost touching. This was his weakness.

Their lips brushed against each other, and for a split second Gwayne felt the world stop spinning. He had never kissed another man before, but his body reacted to the kiss in a way he couldn't control.

Just as he was about to lean back in, there was a noise from outside the tent and the moment was broken. Gwayne quickly pulled away but felt a surge of emotions hit him all at once.

Tyland was breathless as he watched Gwayne break away. He didn't stop him, instead he kept his eyes on the knight until the tent was opened.

When they were apart, Tyland smiled softly. He was glad that the interruption hadn't ruined the moment.

"Next time..." His smile implied.

They had distanced themselves from each other when Otto Hightower finally caught sight of them, yet Gwayne couldn't conceal his flustered demeanor. Otto shot Tyland a quizzical glare, seeking answers.

"I was merely commending your son for his brave stand against the dragon Prince," Tyland stated with a smile, giving Gwayne a hearty pat on the shoulder. Gwayne avoided his father's skeptical gaze but nodded in acknowledgment.

As Gwayne hid his blush, Tyland remained calm. His expression was the same as ever, and he even managed to give Otto a small, friendly smile. Tyland had nothing to hide, after all, and it would not do to show the Hand of the King just how close he and Gwayne were kissing like a shy young couple.

Tyland was glad that Gwayne had followed his lead and acted natural around Otto. He hoped that Otto would not suspect anything from this short interaction.

Tyland turned his attention to Gwayne once more. “Well done.” He smirked and kept his voice low. He couldn't help but notice how Gwayne's cheeks had turned pink once again. He bowed to Otto before slipping from the tent. The Hand watched the Lannister go and turned his attention to Gwayne.

Gods help this poor knight.

#tyland lannister #gwayne hightower #gay uncles #otto hightower #alicent hightower #otto your son is gays #house of the dragon #hotd

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Debt - John Wick

Starting to feel like I’m repeating myself here, so I might quit writing for him for awhile. Let me know. 

My Masterlist 

enemies to allies i guess, hurt/comfort, x assassin reader, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 2.6k  Warnings: Blood, injury, canon violence. Not proofread. I’m not really feeling this one, but I really liked the idea for the prompt. 

Prompted by #5 on this amazing list: “Show up here again and you won’t live to see the end of it.” 

I grunted as the assassin flipped me onto my back, the asphalt unforgiving. I hissed in pain when he kicked me in the ribs, rolling onto all fours and shoving myself to my feet.

"Who was that?" He growled, referring to the dead body lying in his backyard.

"For your information, I was saving your ass." I hissed back. "He was sent here to kill you."

"Were you expecting something in return?"

"I don't have to answer to you." He suddenly drew his gun, landing a shot an inch away from my foot. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You missed."

He didn't respond, glaring at me with murder in his eyes. "I've paid my debt." I said simply, turning away.

"Show up here again, and you won't live to see the end of it." He threatened as I walked away. I threw a thumbs up over my shoulder, fighting the urge to look back and see if he still had his gun trained on my back. I turned the street corner, sighing in frustration as it began to rain. This was going to be a long walk.

"I'm going to ask you one. More. Time." The man in front of me ground out. He was more or less my boss, and saving John had been more or less going against my orders.

"I had a debt to pay. It's been paid, so we'll have no more problems like this in the future." I replied curtly.

"You've already betrayed me once, what's to say you won't do it again? And for the boogeyman of all people." He spat out John's name like it was something sour on his tongue.

"I told you-"

"Go." He cut me off.

"Excuse me?"

"Go before I kill you myself for killing one of my best agents." He growled. "You're lucky I'm giving you a head start."

"Fine." I nodded, forcing a wicked smile onto my face to hide my unease. "Send whoever you want after me. Just plan on losing more than 'one of your best agents.'" I scoffed, spinning on my heel. We both knew I was his best. He had no idea what he was doing.

I had managed to evade the henchmen sent after me for over two weeks now, but it was inevitable that they would catch up to me. And that time had come.

I hastily gathered my weapons when I heard a pounding at my hotel door, looking through the peephole. I cursed under my breath. Tucking a gun into my waistband, and a small knife into my boot, I made my way to the door that connected two rooms. I had booked the adjoining room to the right, just for an occasion like this. I slipped quietly into the next room, checking through the peephole of the door. A woman was waiting outside this door too.

I cringed when I heard them break down the door in the other room, spinning around and making a dash for the door joining the two. A boot clad foot jammed between the door and the frame at the last second. I quickly pulled the door back, before slamming it as hard as I could. He withdrew his foot with a strangled yell, and I heard the woman running away from the other door to see what had happened. I immediately made a wild dash for the door, yanking it open and sprinting down the hallway of the mostly-empty hotel. It wasn't long before I heard pounding footsteps behind me.

I barely made it to my car, slamming the door shut, before the woman came out behind me, shooting at the windows. I hunkered down over the wheel, pulling out and making the tires screech on the pavement as I sped onto the busy street, barely dodging a taxi. Another car, presumably the woman chasing me, pulled out behind me, right on my tail. I sped through the busy streets, weaving between traffic without a destination in mind. The only thought in my head was to get her off of my trail.

I flinched down into the seat as I heard a gunshot sound off, and felt it whiz by my shoulder. I felt the searing pain less than a second later, causing me to lose my grip on the wheel and skid to a stop along the sidewalk. My head slammed into the steering wheel at the sudden halt, a sharp, mind-numbing pain spreading throughout the entire front of my forehead, and making its way through my entire head. I groaned, shoving myself up from the steering wheel and blinking hard to clear my bloody vision. I blearily brought a hand up to my forehead, and my fingers came back dripping with blood.

I pushed and pulled at the driver's side door to no avail. Reaching across the passenger seat, I fell forward and gasped in pain at a sharp pang that stabbed my side. I couldn't scramble to get the weight off of my ribs quick enough. After several short pants, I managed to crawl across the front seats and into the passenger seat, much more carefully this time. I fell out of the door with a low whine, pushing myself to my feet as quickly as I could.

The woman was just getting out of her car, a gun in her hand and cockiness in her step as she looked me over with a grin. I glared at her with murder in my eyes, fingering the knife in my pocket as she drew closer.

"Well, well. Where's your boogeyman to save you now?" She mocked me.

"Fuck you." I hissed, pressing an arm to my ribs and unconsciously taking a small step backwards. I watched her every movement as she stalked towards me, like a cat creeping up on a mouse that it already knew was injured. I took another step back, my courage faltering.

She was quick-so quick, my concussed brain barely had time to react-pulling out her gun and taking a shot at me. I whipped my knife out of my pocket and through the air, managing a staggered sidestep that didn't quite get me out of the bullet's path. I stumbled back as it hit me, my back hitting the car. I slid down the side of it, breathing heavily, as I watched her eyes widen in surprise. She clutched the knife that had hit her square in the heart, before falling to the ground with a dull thud, motionless.

I allowed myself a moment's rest, letting my head fall to the side for a second as I caught my breath. My body hurt all over, and I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was bleeding out. Fast.

I groaned, shoving myself to my feet and surveying the damage to my beloved car. Grimacing, I ran a soft hand over its previously sleek side as small droplets dotted the side. I looked around with blurry vision, trying to get some idea of where I was at. My surroundings looked vaguely familiar. It suddenly came to me. I wasn't very far from John Wick's house. The man who was the cause for all of this; but not really.

My father-even though he was an old, old man- had been in 'the business' too, and John had saved his life on multiple occasions. Because he had allowed my father to eventually leave this way of life alive and retire to live out his remaining years, I felt I owed a great debt to him. I didn't find this out until after he had died. He didn't want me to know about his past, but it eventually caught up with me anyway.

The ground came spiraling up to meet my face, and with a grunt I managed to brace my fall with my arms. I panted, struggling onto all fours with the sudden realization that I was miles away from my own home. Without a car. And losing blood dangerously fast. I leaned against a streetlight as I weighed my options; it wasn't like I had many anyway, if I wanted to have the smallest chance to make it to see morning. I shuffled down the sidewalk, hoping I wouldn't be signing my death certificate even earlier as his parting words replayed in my head.

By the time I made it to his doorstep, I was barely conscious. I stumbled onto the porch, leaving a trail of blood on the clean floor. I was beginning to have second thoughts, but they weren't something I had the time for right now. Not as blood continued to steadily flow through my fingers and soak my shirt; and certainly not as darkness enclosed on my vision and I swayed on my feet.

I knocked hesitantly on the door, my hand quickly going to a knife on my hip in case things went south–not like I was in any position to fight.

I took a step back when he didn't answer after a moment, really having second thoughts now. I trembled slightly as a cool breeze blew over my rain soaked form, having walked through the drizzle that had turned into a downpour. I turned away, wondering where I could go now. There weren't many options.

I heard the click of a lock and I froze in my tracks, whipping my head around, my hand darting to my knife. My eyes met John's, which were narrowed in suspicion. His hand dangled at his side with a gun. He clearly wasn't hiding it.

"I-" I started, unsure what to say. My mouth went dry, and I felt lightheaded. I reached to the wall for balance, suddenly feeling very weak.

"What do you want?" He growled, his eyes flickering over my form, taking note of my condition.

My plan crumbled, and I immediately began to backpedal. It was a stupid idea, and now I was going to die anyway.

"Nothing." I mumbled, leaning heavily against the wall and taking a careful step forward. Just as I had been dreading, my legs buckled, leaving me squeezing my eyes shut and groaning in pain on the ground. The next thing I knew, as I opened my eyes, was John's mildly concerned gaze above me. I scrambled up in fright, backing away from him and pressing a hand to the wound on my abdomen that still hadn't stopped bleeding.

"You're hurt?" He asked.

"No." I grit my teeth, shoving myself into a sitting position before letting my body rest with a quiet whine.

"You came here for help." It was a statement, not a question.

I was silent, except for my shallow pants and pained gasps as I tried to climb to my feet. I finally fell back against the wall with an agonized moan, completely drained. I slumped onto my side, completely forgetting his presence until he crouched down beside me again. I only shrank back into the wall, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

"Don't." I protested as he lifted my shirt to view the extent of my injuries. I pawed at his hands, pushing them away feebly.  He grimaced at the sight, immediately moving to slide his arms underneath my nearly unconscious figure. My eyes shot open, and I began to struggle against him.

"Stop it." He said sternly.

"Don't hurt me." I mumbled, pushing my hands against his chest in an attempt to shove myself away from him. "I didn't have anywhere else to go." He tightened his grip on me. I was vaguely aware that he had brought me into the house now, my eyes fluttering shut as I went limp in his arms. I was laid on something soft and definitely not concrete. I unwillingly relaxed into it, finally losing my fight against unconsciousness.

The first thing I was aware of was the way my head pounded fiercely and insistently. I opened my eyes, but I could only see blurred shapes and colors dotted with white, flashing spots. I groaned, squeezing them shut, before I tentatively cracked my eyes open again, averting them from the dim lamp in the room. As hard as I tried to, I couldn't recall what had happened or where I was. All I knew was that this wasn't my bed, or my house. I glanced around, desperately trying to find something to jog my memory. It didn't help that my head was still throbbing painfully, and it was getting worse and worse.

My head snapped to the door when I heard footsteps. I knew that wasn't right. My hands shook as I shoved myself onto my elbows, the door knob turning. I hastily rolled to my feet, clinging onto the wall for dear life when the room began to spin and I felt nauseous. Disoriented, I raised my head up, taking an unsure step back when I saw someone dark haired, and much taller than I, approach me. His face came into focus, and I immediately remembered everything; including his threat. I stumbled backwards in a blind panic. My heart pounded. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear it over the frantic beating of my heart as I suddenly realized the situation I was in.

My back hit a wall, and I shrank away from him. He was gentle, putting a hand on my shoulder and encouraging me back to the bed.

"You're safe here." He told me, voice kind. Lightheaded and exhausted, I obliged, sitting on the edge of the mattress and leaning against the wall beside it. Everything was still spinning, and I was struggling to stay awake despite the adrenaline in my veins. I brought a hand up to rub at my sore and aching neck from the crash. I must have gotten a concussion, I decided.

"Why did you come here?" He questioned me. I mumbled something incoherently, not even sure what I was trying to say. I cleared my throat, trying again.

"Someone..trying to kill me." I managed to rasp out, my throat scratchy. I coughed, but it only made my ribs hurt.

"And you thought I wouldn't?" He asked in irritation, but it wasn't directed at me.

"I- I don't know." I was suddenly so unsure of everything. I shrank into myself, feeling exposed and helpless.

"What happened?" He continued to interrogate me.

"They were chasing me. In a car. My car...I-" I hesitated, my memory fogged. "I think I crashed?" It came out more of a question.

He nodded. "That would make sense."  

"You knew my father." I volunteered. "You saved his life multiple times and you allowed him to retire and live a normal life with his family."

His brow furrowed in confusion for a heartbeat, before realization crossed his face. "You're his…kid?" I nodded.

"Before…" I gestured with my hands, wincing. "I felt like I owe you for that, for helping him. So I needed to pay you back in some way. Any way."

"No, you don't." He began. "I don't do debts."

I huffed. "It's already been done." I smiled slightly.

"You didn't have to." He frowned.

"Well, you saved my life, so I'd say we're even now. All debts have been paid. Agreed?" I offered him my hand.

He took it in a firm handshake. "Agreed."

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick fanfiction #john wick fanfic #john wick oneshot #john wick angst #john wick hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #angst #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #i'm so fucking done with tags

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

#mha #mha x reader #dad au #shoto todoroki #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha x y/n #dad todoroki #Twins #timetravel #quirks #Shoto is so cute #futurekids

[highdramas]

your song, vol. 1 | rockstar!bucky

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

rockstar!bucky barnes x fem!reader, some slight peter parker x reader in later parts (unrequited)

word count: 2429

warnings: references to sex, language, references to drug and alcohol use in later parts, age gap, slow burn-ish

summary: it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.

it is the summer of 1978, and everyone calls you rhiannon, and it has never occurred to you to mind.

really, it was sort of nice. rhiannon is a daredevil. rhiannon goes on tour with bands. rhiannon inspires songs and reads tarot and knows how to light up a room with a smile. rhiannon gets asked if she’s, like, the rhiannon. the rhiannon who rings like a bell through the night.

you’re not. but you’re not going to tell them that.

and, sure, you know that you’re capable of all of these things-- but it’s different when they’re calling you rhiannon.

it’s different when he is calling you rhiannon.

you’ve become somewhat of a myth in the california rock ‘n roll scene. groupies have flocked to you-- and you have somewhat rejected the term. found it degrading, the way that rock stars and fans spoke about groupies. it had been your personal mission during the summer of 1977 to change the way that men in rock spoke about women.

the summer that you met bucky barnes.

really, it wasn’t bucky that you had set your eyes on initially. initially, you’d shown up with his friend, steve rogers, the drummer. you and your group of band aids (you were still coining the name) had an in backstage and the second you had seen steve, you were a bit smitten. he wasn’t your typical rockstar. there was something kind about him, something genuine. he looked at you less like he wanted to fuck you and more like he wanted to know you.

it wasn’t until later that you met bucky. later, once you set out on tour with them.

when you found out that steve had a girl back home and he was simply being kind to you, it had reminded you of your mission. your mission to show all of these men what exactly women had to contribute to music and its existing scene-- and that it was more than being a side piece. more than being a fun distraction on the road.

that was the moment that you swore you would not fall in love with a rockstar.

the hotel you all had checked into was absolutely lavish. it was extravagant and beautiful, high ceilings and marbled floors and the shiniest doorknobs that you’ve ever seen. it’s 3:30 in the morning and the girls-- america and kate being your favorite of the whole bunch-- are out with the guys at the bar. you’re sure that they’re requesting brooklyn songs-- later on, you’d give bucky shit for suggesting that their band name should just be brooklyn. you give steve even more shit for going along with it.

after the revelation with steve, normally, you’d be in the mood to party. but you feel like shit and you fell asleep wrong on the bus and your neck is killing you. you don’t want to be a vibe killer, so you tell the girls to go on without you and maybe you’ll catch up with them later.

instead, at some point, you pad down to the pool. there is one lone figure sitting by an illuminated neon sign. it’s only when you’re within feet that you realize that it’s bucky.

of all of the members of brooklyn, you’d gotten to know bucky the least in the past week that you’ve been on the road with them. steve, sam, and natasha were all nice-- nicer than nice. steve and sam especially, but you knew why.

natasha is nice-- direct and passionate about what she does. and what she does is sing. you always said that brooklyn would be nothing if it wasn’t for nat’s husky vocals and insane songwriting.

then there’s bucky. the guitarist.

kate has been touring with brooklyn awhile now-- went with them on the europe leg. now she’s with their manager, clint, and she seems to know all the gossip. when you asked what was up with bucky-- why he was so quiet, why he didn’t like to party with the others, kate had given you that thousand watt smile and said-- “alright, don’t tell anyone about this, ‘specially buck, but he’s sober. couple years now, from what i hear. it’s real hard for him, being on the road.”

then, your mouth had made a slight o, you had nodded your head, and kate shone like the light she is before dashing off to find clint.

you’re brought back to that conversation now, seeing him hunched over on a reclining chair. you see that he is hugging his legs, smoking a cigarette. a bottle of root beer sits beside him on the ground.

your feet are working before your brain is, and before you know it, you’re standing before him. if he notices your presence, he doesn’t act like it.

“got one to spare?”

that’s when he finally glances up at you. his face is mostly unreadable-- furrowed brows and a set jaw, long brunette hair that almost brushes his shoulders. he is quite handsome. he’s the kind of man that you think is built for moments like these-- sitting by pools, pink neon radiating off his face. the kind of handsome that is a little bit intimidating. not like steve, who is all softness and warm smiles.

you sink onto the pool chair beside bucky as he nods. he passes you a cigarette and you pop it between your lips. bucky’s zippo seems to come out of nowhere, and you watch as the end begins to burn, and you take your first drag of your first cigarette.

a coughing fit ensues. naturally. you hold it awkwardly between the fingers of your right hand and you cover your mouth with your left, hacking up your lungs. bucky’s brows furrow and it’s then, and only then, when the faintest hint of a smirk drags onto his features. “you alright?” his hand moves to your back and rubs in circles, pats it lightly, until you’re bleary eyed and looking over at him with a loud laugh.

it was natural after that.

where bucky was, it was safe to assume that you weren’t far behind. but it wasn’t like that. if anyone asked who you were with, you wore a proud expression and said with little hesitation, “myself.”

each time, bucky glanced between you and whatever sorry schmuck was in your path, and he shrugged his shoulders. “you heard her.”

things were easy with bucky. you had laid the ground rules that night, on the pool chaise. you had straightened your shoulders and you said, “i made the vow not to fall in love with anyone this summer.”

bucky had raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you took his root beer and took a long pull, his eyes fixating onto yours. “funny, so did i.”

the summer of 1977 was a dream.

but you had to wake up.

when you’re not rhiannon, you’re… you. you’re a student at oxford university on a full ride scholarship, studying political science, eventually law. you want to be the first woman president. you have bigger dreams and aspirations than being a band aid.

but you don’t mind slipping into your dream state between the months of may and september. you don’t mind one bit.

on the last night of tour, in nashville, you and bucky had spent the whole night in his room. you talked and you laughed, you laid together and you talked about school and he talked about recording the next album. you said how you wished you could be there for it, and he said how he’d like to see oxford.

that’s another thing about dreams.

when you’re in them, you can nearly believe that they can exist in the real world. but they can’t.

you and bucky had toed a very thin line for a long time. and you tumbled off of it together that night.

when you said your goodbyes in the airport the next morning, everyone else around as well, it seemed to suck any of the intimacy out of the room. you told him then that you always hated airports-- they reminded you of goodbyes.

bucky had shrugged, and said, “they remind me of hellos.”

you hugged. he kissed the corner of your mouth, the closest thing to an outright public display of affection as you two would get. and you left. you went back to real life.

but now, it is 1978. and it is the summer before your senior year of college, and you are backstage at the bee gees at the forum. and brooklyn is opening.

of course you knew that you would see him. he had written you letters over the course of the past year, like a gentleman. you’d tucked them away in your hat box and wrote back about your studies and your roommates. and at the end of the last letter you sent, you wrote: hope you wrote that song about me. xx

you didn’t tell him you were going on the road this summer. you’d been in touch with kate and met up in beverly hills with her. she told you about how she and clint had moved in together in new york and you sipped coffee and went with her as she shopped at places that were far out of your budget. and then you’d met up with clint and he got you your pass.

and now you’re here, with a packed duffel.

it’s a wonder you haven’t run into him yet. there’s a part of you that hopes he doesn’t know-- that he’s going to come out here and see you and that the air is going to be knocked from him as he takes in the visage of you.

beginning to grow anxious, you throw yourself into a chair backstage in a huff. a boy who must be around your age is sitting on the arm of it, and looks down at you curiously. “you alright?”

“never better,” you say and inspect your nail. “you seen the band?”

“who, bee gees? nah, haven’t had a chance--”

“no. brooklyn.”

“oh.” he goes quiet and nods his head. “i got a chance to talk to ‘em just now. i’m trying to do a piece on them.”

your jaw slacks a bit and you nod your head. “oh.” a journalist. of course he is. “how exciting for you.”

“yeah, it’ll be my first real piece. i’ve written some stuff for my college paper, but nothing like this. i can’t believe i even got in. i met this girl gwen and she found me a pass.”

“gwen’s a real keeper,” you say and you wink. your words are honest. you like gwen. “what’s your name, kid?”

“peter parker.”

you stick your hand out. “nice to meet you, peter parker.”

he shakes it and he raises his eyebrows at you, as if waiting for an introduction on your end. “and you are…” he finally begins.

“that’s rhiannon.”

the voice jars you. you don’t dare look behind you, but you already know who it is. you feel large hands on your shoulders and it takes every ounce of pride and self worth inside of you not to let your body erupt into shivers. “she’s the heart of brooklyn.”

a scoff passes your lips and you tip your head back, and you’re not disappointed by what you see. you never are. “you’re always so dramatic,” you coo. your attention shifts back to peter, but your skin is buzzing where bucky touches you, and you have nearly ten months worth of time to catch up on with him. “it was nice meeting you, peter parker.”

subtlety is not your strong suit, and peter must gather that, because he scrambles to get his things and scurry off. you give a slight wave and make a mental note that you’d like to get to know him if he sticks around. “nice kid,” you say.

“don’t want to talk about him.”

you can’t help yourself now. a giddy squeal bursts from your lips and you turn and you fling yourself at him. you’re all arms and legs flailing, clutching to him, and he holds you just as tight. there’s that sort of husky, low laugh that leaves him, and you remember it from that night that you wanted to impress him by smoking a cigarette. “hey, rhi.”

“hi,” your voice is muffled in his neck. you don’t care who’s watching, you don’t care what they whisper— for the first time, you don’t care if they assume you’re going to go back to bucky’s room and fuck him stupid. you care that he’s here. that’s bigger than your pride.

“didn’t tell me you’d be comin’. had to hear from kate.”

“yeah, well...” you pull back and look up at him, hands resting on his shoulders. his find your hips and pull you in. “i wanted to surprise you. am i a happy surprise?”

bucky is the kind of person who thinks before he speaks, but also, you believe that he thinks before he emotes. there’s a beat before he’s licking his lips, nodding his head. “nah. it’s gonna be such a drag having my girl on the road with me.”

my girl.

you squint at him and push him away right in his chest, and he gapes, rubbing it and feigning hurt. “don’t pull that,” you point at him. “same rules as last summer, alright? we— we went over this.”

exasperated, bucky sighs, head lolling to the side. “yes ma’am.”

ten months ago bucky told you he was in love with you.

ten months ago bucky told you he’d follow you all over the world.

ten months ago you agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that your friendship was too vital, too real, too special to risk messing it up.

ten months later, you’re hoping you won’t regret this decision.

you can see the disappointment in his face. gently, you touch the side of his face and you smile a bit. “in another life.” those were the words you had said to him, all those nights ago.

bucky’s face breaks your heart over and over again. he gives you that gentle but sad look-- the look of a man who has what he wants right within arms reach, but knows that he cannot fully grasp. knows that he cannot fully keep.

“i’ll have you any way you want me,” is all he finally says. “‘s not summer without you.”

you’d made a promise to him that night. you had told him you weren’t going to fall in love with anyone in the summer of 1977.

but it is the summer of 1978. and this is the story of how you fall in love with bucky barnes.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #rockstar bucky #your song #my writing #not me posting this at 11pm sorry yall

[iovnyu]

not prepared. 

SUMMARY. you heard stories of past queens who had to deal with the suffering and pain through trials. now, you are doubting your skills and strengths after being put under tests to determine who can be queen. these trials do not guarantee that you will come out alive, but with the help of kings from other kingdoms – you might have a chance.

genre. prince! au, strangers to friends to lovers! au, angst, maybe fluff

pairing. [??] x female reader

word count. 1.7k

warnings. aggressive language? others tba

disclaimer. please know that the way the story perceives the members does not mean it is how they act like in real life. if you find any mistakes or points in the story that is not clear, please let me know and i will fix it right away. 

Royals don’t have it easy, Y/N learned that the hard way growing up. It took her awhile for her to fully grasp the situation that was being handed to her. She didn’t get why she had to compete with other girls for the crown. Granted, her father is a king of one of the biggest kingdoms but Y/N would rather worry about what she was going to eat tomorrow than fight more capable girls her age for some title. 

Her father, on the other hand, thought differently. This whole competition for the crown was the sole reason he wanted his wife to have a girl. Having a son would be great but if he had a daughter, it would fall in his favor. He wanted his daughter to become the next queen so he can have a bigger advantage over the other kingdoms. When he heard that his wife gave birth to a girl, he had never thought of anything else. To Y/N, he only cared about the title and the worth of others. Their personality? Completely useless to him, it was at the bottom of the list. 

It shocked Y/N at how calm he was when her mother died. To be fair, he did cry for a day and then shook it off the next day -- immediately arranging plans to get Y/N ready to become queen. It’s been two years since she has left and as every day passes, Y/N feels as though her father never really loved her mother. It was something she didn’t question about -- love isn’t real, simple as that. 

Although, she did fantasize about her future with a dashing prince. They would get a nice castle somewhere on the outskirts of the kingdom, have a lovely British Shorthair cat, and live happily ever after with him. This was quite impossible as her dad banned her from meeting other people outside of the castle. She is strictly ordered to do tasks around the palace and to never talk to anyone that she doesn’t know. 

Y/N only talked to the maids and chefs that she occasionally saw walking the halls though, she never had a proper conversation with them since they had more important things to do. The one time she did hold a conversation was with one of the guards that stood outside guarding the castle. You can even say Y/N’s life is miserable and she would agree.

If you are wondering how Y/N was schooled if she has never talked to anyone else, she was homeschooled. Her mother had taught her everything she needs to know. After she had died, Y/N had to ask the maids behind her father’s back to get ahold of school books. She quickly found out that her mother had taught her different lessons compared to those in books. Her mother taught more useful and reasonable things in life and the books were little to no purpose for daily life. 

“Princess Y/N, do you happen to be awake?” A deep voice said from outside of Y/N’s door. Whirling around in her undergarments, she walked to her dull-looking door. Opening a tiny crack, she peaked her head out, looking at who this voice belonged to as she knew it wasn’t her father. She was met with a young-looking face who showed no expression. “Who are you?” She asked, closing the door a little more in case she was revealing herself too much for this stranger.

“Lee Heeseung. Prince Heeseung, miss.” He said with a shy but firm voice. His voice sounded like how he looked -- attractive. Y/N didn’t notice how long she was staring at him in silence until he cleared his throat waiting for a response. “Oh, I am almost ready. Please wait in the dining area, I will meet you there when I am done, Prince.” She responded, gesturing over to where the hallway leads into the dining room. 

Prince Heeseung bowed to her and made his way down the hallway. It was already confusing trying to find Princess Y/N’s room as the castle had many corridors, some of them even being dead ends. He admired the designs that were painted on the wall, it had looked like the castle never had a speck of dirt on them. 

He had to pass by many rooms to get to the dining room -- or one that looked like a place where people eat. This room though, had looked dull, like no one bothered to repaint the chipping walls or refurbish the worn-out table that had tiny drawings on them. Heeseung tried his best not to let his curiosity get to him and sat down on a chair that was placed at one of the ends of the table. 

Y/N on the other hand was embarrassed as to why she thought it was a good idea to open her door in no clothes. She has never done that before so why, out of all days, it had to be today that she opened her door with her undergarments? 

She tried her best not to think about it as she got dressed in the lovely dress that was ready for her on her dresser. It wasn’t one of her long dresses but rather more of a short and comfortable one that she can breathe in. She lightly patted her hair down and walked out of her room and into the hallway where the guards stood, waiting for her. Y/N smiled at them, she suspected that her dad wanted them to watch over what she and Heeseung will talk about and to make sure Heeseung doesn’t try anything. 

“Good Morning, Princess Y/N. How did you sleep?” One of the guards asked her. It was a shame Y/N wasn’t allowed to know the guards’ names at all so, she assigned them random names. The guards that were walking with her are Guard Eagle and Guard Carrot -- Eagle was because he always watched Y/N’s moves everywhere she went and Carrot is because he would always eat her vegetables when she was little. It was really bad names, but they have grown accustomed to Y/N calling them random things. 

“I slept well, I could have slept better though,” Y/N said, looking at Guard Eagle. “How was your sleep?” She asked both guards who shrugged and continued to navigate their way through the hallways behind Y/N. They made it to the dining area where Heeseung sat awkwardly in one of the chairs, waiting for Y/N. 

“Sorry, I was not able to introduce myself properly,” Y/N said, smiling softly at the Prince in front of her. “Princess Y/N, as you already know.” She bowed.

Heeseung was in awe with her beauty, her smile was one of the most angelic thing he has ever seen. He didn’t notice how long he was staring until one of the guards that stood behind Y/N coughed. “Oh! Right, Uhm.” He got up from the chair and walked to Y/N. “Prince Heeseung of Minbury Kingdom -- it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Heeseung grabbed her hand and gently laid a kiss on the back of her hand. He turned to the guards and bowed to them too, in return they gave him a smug look.

“My father had told me you are just meeting me today, is that correct?” Y/N asked, examining him. Now that he was standing in front of her,  she was able to see him more clearly -- noting that he was an attractive gentleman and had a very fancy attire considering that he was just here to meet you.  Heeseung nodded, “Yes. I am just here to say a brief hello and I will be on my way.” 

Y/N nodded back, giving him a small smile and pointing to one of the chairs.  “Please, sit.” She pulled a chair back, waiting for him to take a seat. “Did you need any water? Or some food?” She asked, looking for the maids that were usually somewhere in the room -- in which they were nowhere to be found. 

“Oh, no thank yo-,” Before Heeseung could answer, Y/N made her way to the kitchen, still no sign of the maids. She frowned and started looking around. She had found soup in a pot that had looked like it was just freshly made and some bread that was laying out next to the pot. Y/N prepared two bowls of soup and a plate of bread loaves along with two glasses of water. Juggling the tray that held the food and drinks, she wondered how the maids would always do this for every meal.

“Sorry, it looks unprepared. I couldn’t find any maids to help me.” Y/N frowned, setting the table with the utensils before placing a bowl in front of Heeseung -- who gladly accepted. “It is okay. It is the thought that counts.” He said, smiling at her. If Y/N had a counter to record how many times her heart has fluttered, it would have been in the twenties right now. 

She placed a bowl in her usual seat and sat down, handing Heeseung a piece of bread. “That is a unique saying, I have never heard of that before,” Y/N said as she ripped off the end of the bread and eating the soft parts of it. It was a habit she has always done since she was little, no matter how many times her father has scolded her for doing so, she did it all the time. Her father would tell her it wasn’t lady-like to pick at her food and that no prince would want a princess who eats like an ogre. 

"My mother says that every time I would draw on the walls.” Heeseung laughed, recalling how his mother would try her best not to scream at him because he was just a young child who just wanted to have a bigger canvas to draw on.

The whole encounter with Heeseung felt like a blur to Y/N as they made conversation over random things, forgetting that they were just supposed to meet. Although it was only her first time meeting him, Y/N felt happy to have Heeseung’s company. She got to finally talk to someone else that wasn’t the maids or the guards, and she liked that. All she can do now is to hope her other trainers are the same. 

next -> coming soon.

previous -> the prologue. 

#enhypen #lee heeseung #park jongseong #jake shim #shim jayun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura niki #ni-ki #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots #kpop imagines #enhypen angst #mnet i-land #ment #enhypen timestamps #enhypen au #enhypen headcanon #aus #series: trial and error #iovnyuwritings

[wwweasleystan]

Bravery, Courage, and a Little bit of Stupidity

Summary: It’s finally time for the Quidditch House Cup match and it’s Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Tensions are high, but what happens when Gryffindor’s star seeker and captain gets hurt playing a prank just a day before the game? Who will take your brother, James’, place?

Pairings: James potter x sister!reader(platonic, obvi), Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: None? I think

Had this idea in my head for awhile, hope you all enjoy! Don’t forget to like, repost, or comment! I love hearing all of your feedback :)

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“Absolutely not. There is not a snowball’s chance in hell that I will be doing that for you, Jamie.” you spoke while glaring your brother down. He looked like a hurt puppy, with his arm in a sling and that pouty look on his face. But was he crazy? Sure, you played quidditch in the backyard with him and Siri in the summer but this was different. This was the Quidditch House Cup for Merlin’s sake! Against Slytherin, no less! It was no secret they played dirty. He should have known not to go and get himself injured playing that stupid prank. Trying to turn the moving staircases into a slip n’ slide, what did he think was gonna happen? It seemed however, that your brother was not willing to take no for an answer. 

“Cmon’ y/n/n. Your much better than you think you are! I promise it will be easy. All you have to do is catch the snitch and I already told the beaters to keep an extra eye on any bludgers heading your way. Plus, Sirius will be up there with you! It will be fun, I promise. Pleaseee” your brother whined while quite literally getting on his knees. You rolled your eyes and tugged him back up. 

“Why me, though? I’ve only ever played with you and Sirius. What makes you think I have what it takes to perform during literally the biggest game of the year?” You questioned, because honestly, why would he want you to do it? Maybe you were good, but you're certain you didn’t match up to Slytherin’s seeker, Lucius Malfoy. You’re brother just smirked. 

“Because, my dear sister” he began, while throwing his arm over your shoulder and beginning to lead you towards the common room, “We come from a family of seekers. Certainly it runs in your blood. I've seen it first hand in the backyard. Also, you’re a Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor. The bravest, most courageous Gryffindor I know. And maybe just a little dash of stupidity.” You shoved his shoulder at that, but he continued. 

“Let’s face it, I’ve seen you do some pretty crazy shit for a dare. Remember that time you jumped off the Astronomy tower on a dare, and had to Accio your broom? Or that time you went and tried to go hand to hand with a hippogriff just because Sirius said you wouldn’t. Or that time Lily dared you to go skinny-dipping in the Black Lake. I’m certain you can handle a little quidditch match. I trust you, there's no one else I’d rather have fill my position.” You had to admit. Your brother was very persuasive when he wanted to be. You stopped him just outside the Fat Lady’s Portrait.

“Alright, you got me. I’ll do it, but James? Let’s just keep it between us for now. I think we should surprise our fellow house tomorrow, yeah?” You smirked and rose your brow.

“Sis, I like the way you think” James smiled, and you both said your goodnights heading up your respective stairs to your dorms. You had to get a good nights sleep now for sure if you were ever going to pull this off tomorrow. “Godric, help me” you whispered before falling asleep.

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The next morning, your stomach was in knots. Why in Merlin’s name did you agree to such a stupid idea? You hated Malfoy, of course and any chance to see his face when he lost would surely be worth it, especially in competition for the House Cup. But what if you got knocked out of the sky before that ever happened? You sat in the Great Hall with your brother and his friends, trying to mask your nervousness by sipping your tea. 

“You ready, sis? You’re gonna kill it today, I swear.” James was grinning like a madman, but at least one of you was confident. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be up there with you. Maybe I’ll score enough goals that you won’t even have to worry about the snitch” Sirius spoke as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer and placing a kiss on your head. 

“Ever the humble one, aren’t you?” you chuckled while placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’m ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. I just don’t want to let you all down. I know how important this game is to you.” you said as you glanced around at the group. Remus smiled at you “That could never happen, y/n. You’re the best Potter we’ve got” he responded to which James shoved him with an “Oi, watch it mate!” You finished eating breakfast and headed down to the pitch to get ready for the match. 

“Alright, y/n. You’ve got this. You’re friends believe in you. You’re brother believes in you. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Just catch the little gold ball and watch the Slytherins cry, easy.” You mumbled to yourself off to the side of the dressing tent. Walking back over to the team, you heard James giving the end of his pep talk, standing in his uniform but without the pads on. Those along with a spare uniform were now on you, almost looking comical with how oversized they were. He turned to you and cocked his head, a silent way of asking if you were ready to go to which you swiftly nodded back. 

The team as well as you, James, and Sirius made your way to the pitch, passing the Slytherin team along the way. Malfoy’s face curled as he spotted the team, but he had yet to see you as you were stood behind the trees known as your brother and boyfriend. “Gonna try and catch the snitch one handed, Potter? Or would you like to just give Slytherin the Cup now? It’s no matter, we’d beat you either way.” Malfoy spat as both teams squared off, yet you were still hidden. 

“No actually, Malfoy. I don’t have the pleasure of kicking your ass today. That honor goes to my sister” He retorted whilst pulling you to stand in front of him and Sirius, who place an arm around your shoulder. 

“A girl? You’re actually having your little sister take your place. That’s just pathetic, even for you” Lucius said as he rolled his eyes. “Though she will be nice eye candy to look at while I catch the snitch, I must say. Maybe when I win I'll take you on a date in my dorm room.” He continued while looking you over. Sirius went to take a step towards him, but your grip on the back of his jersey kept him in place. 

“I’d watch your mouth Malfoy before I put my fist though it” Sirius gritted out. “And don’t worry about me Malfoy, I think you should just keep your eyes on actually catching the snitch since that seems so difficult for you” you quickly snapped back. 

You began to lead Sirius away with the rest of the team, but you spotted you brother taking a step towards the blonde rat. “Listen to me very carefully. I don’t care who you are. I know you idiots play dirty, but I’m not going to say anything as long as you keep away from my sister. She gets hurt and not only am I coming after you, but I’ll get you kicked out of quidditch for the rest of our time here at Hogwarts” your brother threatened, standing over Malfoy and you realized then that he was almost a head taller. For his part, Malfoy had the courage to stand tall though you could see the fear in his eyes. With that, your brother left his fellow captain to join his own team and give you one last hug before stepping towards the subs bench. “Remember, y/n. Bravery, courage, and a little bit of stupidity, yeah?” James said with a smile, to which you returned. With that, you took off to the sky. 

The game had been going on for almost an hour, and neither you nor Malfoy had caught sight of the snitch. Sirius was scoring goals like crazy, which you knew would just inflate his already big ego.  However, the game was still close, and you knew it would take capturing the snitch to win. As the game dragged on, the more dirty it was being played. Throwing elbows and shoving was so common it had stopped being a penalty, much to the chagrin of Sirius and the other chasers. Not to mention, Malfoy continued to throw taunts your way in an attempt to get under your skin. Fortunately, you were quite thick-skinned and simply brushed his comments off, even the particularly nasty ones. That did not stop them from pissing off your boyfriend, who threatened that the next time he heard anything said about you he was knocking Malfoy off his broom, quidditch be damned.

The beaters were doing their best to keep the bludgers away from you as your brother requested, but you called them off. “Go help Sirius and the others! I’ve got this!” you shouted over the wind. Quickly, they nodded and took off towards the chasers who were being hounded by bludgers at this point. 

You glanced around the field, first spotting Malfoy circling in the air above you, clearly looking for the snitch, and then the other players below you, still engaged in a rough game.You looked down to your left to see your brother nervously tugging his hand through his hair. You knew you couldn’t fail him, not when he trusted you.  Finally, you spotted it. Right behind Slytherin’s keeper was a little golden ball, and by Godric you were going to get it. You dove towards the snitch, and Lucius who had finally seemed to catch on to where you were heading took off behind you.

It was a tight race as the snitch darted back up in the sky. You and Lucius were neck and neck as he roughly bumped into you and tried to knock you off course, but you pushed through. Thankfully, a beater was able to knock a bludger his way and he was forced to pull back to save his own skin and go the other way to catch the snitch from the other side. You smirked and pushed your broom faster, certain you were going to catch the snitch. What you didn’t see was one of Slytherin’s chasers jinxing a bludger to go rogue and come after you. 

You were so focused on catching the snitch that you barely heard your brother shouting for you to look out. You looked to your side and saw the bludger speeding towards you, but you also realized how close you were to the snitch. As you climbed even higher in the sky with the bludger after you, you knew you had to figure out a way to distract it and go after something else instead of you. You, y/n potter, were about to do something brave, courageous, and maybe a little bit stupid. 

You shouted down to your boyfriend, who was at most ten or twelve meters below you. “Hey love, catch!”, Sirius just looked at you with a wide-eyed confused look, but you smirked knowing he would soon figure out what you wanted. You leaned low on your broom, forcing it faster, then reeled back and leaped from your broom. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Your arm extended as you glided through the air, just beginning to graze the snitch.You heard your broom smash into pieces as the bludger crashed into it. The entire crowd seemed to hold their breath  You heard both your brother and your boyfriend shout your name, Sirius quickly turning to fly towards you. None of it mattered though, because your hand closed shut around the snitch. You had won. Smiling, you closed your eyes. even if you ended up in the hospital wing for a month, you would be happy. You beat Slytherin, and won the House Cup for Gryffindor. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you began to rapidly fall towards the Earth below, and it was only now you realized just how far up your quest for the snitch had taken you. Perhaps this wasn’t your most well though out plan. Just as you were beginning to think that you actually were going to spend a month in the hospital wing, you felt the air leave your lungs in a woosh as you were scooped up into someone’s arms. You slowly opened up your eyes to stare into that of your boyfriends, who was looking at you incredulously. 

“Are you crazy, woman? What if I wasn't there in time. Merlin you could’ve died!” Sirius was rather dramatic when he wanted to be. “Yes, but I knew you’d catch me, love” you winked as you pecked his cheek.”Always. You’re lucky I love you.” He responded. You help up the snitch for the entirety of Hogwarts to see as Sirius flew you around the pitch in a victory lap. Gryffindor students began to flood the field below. He slowly flew you both to where your team was gathered with McGonagall and Dumbledore. 

You climbed off the broom only to be swept in a large bear hug by your brother. “You’re amazing. I love you. You’re crazy. I have the best sister ever.” your brother repeated while twirling you around. Giggling, you placed your hands on his shoulders and stepped back. “I think this is for you” you smirked, while holding up the snitch. Closing your hand, your brother replied, “Nah, you keep that one. You earned it.” Before you could reply, someone cleared their throat. You both turned to see  McGonagall and Dumbledore, holding up the prized object, the House Cup. 

“I do believe it is the responsibility of the Captains to accept the Cup for their team, yes?” McGonagall spoke with her eyebrows raised. Your head snapped to look up at your brother, who was smiling back at you. “Captains?” you questioned. “Yeah, but don’t let it get to your head. It was just for this game” he joked back. Chuckling you both stepped up as Dumbledore raised his hands to silence the crowd. “Boys and girls, your attention, please. It is my honor to present this years’ House Cup to house Gryffindor. For exceptional bravery and courage on the pitch, it is my pleasure to hand over the Cup to this years captains, y/n and James Potter.” he announced as the crowd erupted in cheers. Both you and your brother thanked the headmaster before grabbing each side of the cup and hoisting it above your heads. 

As your teammates gathered around and you took turns holding and hoisting the cup, you came to stand between your brother and boyfriend, who swept you up into the biggest congratulations kiss you had ever received. As you watched your team celebrate around you, James caught your attention. “What ever gave you the idea to leap off your broom like that? My heart nearly stopped as I thought about the endless howlers mum would have sent me after you landed yourself in the hospital wing on my account.” 

Laughing, you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around both their shoulders, beginning to lead them back towards the castle where you knew Remus and Peter had already set in motion the biggest party of sixth year to celebrate your win. “It was because of you actually, James. I just remembered your words. Bravery, courage, and a little bit of stupidity”

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lavender and velvet //part three

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: to be decided.

WARNINGS: mentions of drug use.

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Juliet coughed loudly, pressing a hand to her chest. She shook her head as George laughed, taking the bong from her.

“Looks like Juliet’s the little bitch tonight,” he teased, nudging her with his knee.

She flipped him off, still coughing from the large hit she had taken. Fred laughed, sprawled out on the bed.

“Come on now Georgie, let’s not tease our princess,” chuckled Fred, a teasing grin on his face. “Let’s just be grateful she prefers this over lines.”

“I’m versatile, Freddie.” joked Juliet, taking a gulp of her glass of water. 

The three continued passing around the bong, until their limbs were fuzzy and their eyes were red. Fred stayed on the bed, while George sat on the floor with Juliet, who was leaning against him. She had her eyes shut, relishing in the feeling she had missed. 

Remus wasn’t fond of her smoking, but he never strictly forbade it. She supposed that would be hypocritical of him, considering he partok in it himself. Only after a full moon, he would claim, but she could smell it from his bedroom just about every other day. Either way, he wasn’t here now to chastise her.

“All I’m saying is, we should explore space ourselves,” blurted out George, startling Juliet and Fred, as it had been quiet for some time. “Could you imagine the properties of moon dust? Bet we could find a use for it. I bet it would make for a killer sleep potion.”

“Why’s that Georgie?” Fred questioned, rolling over so his head was hanging over the edge of the bed, his long red hair tickling Juliet’s arm. “You just assume it would make for a sleeping remedy just because it’s the moon?”

Juliet laughed as George turned to glare at Fred, his eyes wide. “Freddie. It’s the moon.”

“So with that line of thinking, venus would make for a love potion, right?” questioned Juliet, adjusting herself so she was lying on the floor, her head in George’s lap. “Because Venus is a goddess of love?”

George snapped his fingers, looking down at Juliet with a dopey grin on his face. “Someone gets it!”

“If anyone can figure out how to get to the moon it’ll be the two of you,” Juliet murmured, shutting her eyes as George lazily ran his fingers through her hair. “The smartest idiots I’ve ever met.”

“I would love to disagree with you, but I feel that compliment was high enough to overshadow the insult.” mused George, as Fred laughed.

A knock was heard on the door then, and George quickly pushed the bong under the bed, while Fred swished his wand, the haze and smell disappearing. Juliet sat up slowly, her mind foggy from her high. George and Fred had very high tolerances, she did not.

Ron poked his head through the door, his eyes narrowing. “What are you lot up to?”

Juliet couldn’t stop her laugh from tumbling out, a grin spreading across her face. George wrapped his arm around her, tucking her head into his chest. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of fresh linen and cinnamon that seemed to be embedded in his clothes.

“Just discussing our future endeavors,” Fred grinned at Ron. “Care to join us?”

Ron shook his head, stepping away from the door. “Mum’s got dinner ready. She’s going to be right mad when she sees you lot.”

“Mum, mad at us?” George questioned innocently.

“Why would she ever be mad at us?” Fred finished, the twins glancing at each other in fake innocence.

“Blimey,” Ron rolled his eyes. “Your eyes are bloodshot. She isn’t stupid.”

“Well, ickle Ronniekins, you best run along now,” George shooed his brother away, waving one hand.

“We have to look presentable, don’t we?” Fred stood from the bed, walking over and shutting the door in Ron’s face. 

“Molly’s made dinner?” questioned Juliet, suddenly ravenous. “I really hope there's mashed potatoes.”

“Your girlfriend’s going to blow our cover.” Fred muttered to George, smirking as he took a bite of a cream colored candy. 

“Not my girlfriend, Freddie.” George reminded his brother, pulling out the same candy, handing one to Juliet.

She swallowed it whole, nearly choking as she did. Her eyes tingled for a moment, and her mind became slightly less hazy. 

“You guys perfected your emergency chew?” Juliet asked as she stood, George giving her a hand.

“Had to, with the lack of privacy in our family.” Fred grinned, opening the door. “Ladies first, George.”

The three went down to dinner, which went fairly well. Ron, Hermione, and Harry kept giving the three of them funny looks, and Sirius also kept glancing at Juliet with an odd look as well. She found it bearable to get through dinner this time, ignoring how Sirius and Harry laughed with each other. 

After dinner, everyone dispersed, Fred and George to go work on ideas for their joke shop, Ginny and Hermione to help Molly clean the foyer, Sirius to feed Buckbeak, Ron and Harry to do something. Juliet hadn’t paid much attention. 

She found herself back in the Black family tree, sitting on the floor and writing a letter to Draco. It would be the first summer she hadn’t seen him or their friends, and she found herself missing them. Hopefully Draco was doing alright. 

As she wrote the last line, she felt someone staring at her. She glanced up, brushing her hair behind her ear, to see Harry standing in the doorway looking as if he had made a mistake.

“Can you leave?” scowled Juliet, raising a brow. 

“I wanted to talk to you,” Harry walked further in the room, glancing at the walls. “Are you still mad?”

“No,” Juliet scoffed, rolling her parchment up. “I just don’t want to talk to you.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Harry stated, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

“Dramatic?” Juliet snapped, standing up from her spot on the floor.

“Yes,” insisted Harry. “Your dad loves you, he’s here, and you keep making this harder for him. For everyone.”

“Are you that much of a prat?” cried Juliet, throwing her arms out in frustration. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Juliet cut him off, stepping closer to him, invading his personal space.

“I’ve been waiting, years, for my dad to come back,” she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. “Turns out, he only came back for you. He isn’t yours! You are taking away the one thing I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. I used to dream about him coming back, and grew up on stories about him. Guess that wasn’t enough. He wanted you.”

“He wants you too!” Harry exclaimed, becoming heated. “I’m sorry it feels like I’m taking him from you. I never had a father. You had Remus, the Weasleys. Although I would never take your father from you, I’m not going to act like he isn’t there for me.”

“Get out,” Juliet said quietly, balling her fists up at her sides. “Get out!” 

Harry left quickly, striding down the halls. Juliet sank back down to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. She rested her head on them, her long hair falling around her like a curtain. Tears burned her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She kept them shut, sniffling quietly to herself.

“Hey kiddo.” 

She looked up to see Remus enter the room, his hands in his pockets as he walked over to her. He knelt down by her, sitting down with a grunt. He put an arm around her, rubbing her back.

Juliet lifted her head, wiping her eyes. She crossed her legs, leaning her head against Remus’ shoulder. He rested his head against hers for a second, before digging around in his pocket.

He handed her a chocolate frog, smiling when she laughed. “Chocolate makes everything better, eh?”

“According to you,” Juliet pointed out, unwrapping the frog and taking a bite. She got Dumbledore on her card as usual. “Thank you.”

“I know it’s hard,” Remus paused, taking the card and packaging from her, slipping it into his robes.. “And I’m not going to defend your father. However, I wanted to give you my thoughts on it, if that’s alright.”

Juliet nodded, chewing her chocolate.

“As I’ve told you many times before,” Remus began, ruffling her hair. “Sirius and James were best friends. Your father lived with him for quite awhile, when he ran away from here. He spent twelve years in Azkaban, reliving his worst memories over and over again. He finally got out, and Harry saved him. He owes a great deal to Harry for saving his life. I think, sometimes, it’s difficult for him to separate James from Harry.”

“So you think he’s mental?” Juliet looked at him, doubtful.

“He spent a long time alone,” Remus shrugged, glancing down at her. “Dementors were his only company. I think that’s enough to make anyone a bit touched. Just.. try not to be so hostile.”

“It’s part of my charm, dad,” Juliet murmured, shrugging her shoulders. Remus smiled at her, ruffling her hair again. “It’s my Slytherin sparkle.”

“Not this again,” Remus groaned, standing up and holding a hand out to her. “That same Slytherin sparkle that had you charm every room in the house green? That had you attempt to keep a pet snake? And dye my hair green and silver?”

“The silver highlights looked dashing against the green,” she defended herself, taking his hand and letting him pull her up. “Also, Cornflake didn’t last long. How was I supposed to know garden snakes shouldn’t be house pets?”

“Garden snake,” Remus grumbled, shaking his head. “Thing was nearly an anaconda.”

“That’s just your memory going.” clarified Juliet, placing her parchment into the pocket of her robes. 

Remus nudged her shoulder as they left the room, laughing. They walked into the living room, where the Weasley’s, Hermione, and Harry were busy attacking Doxies. Juliet raised an eyebrow at Fred when he slipped one into his pocket, slapping George’s hand.

“Brought you another helper, Molly,” Remus motioned towards Juliet, winking as she gave him a look. 

“Thanks,” she muttered under her breath, pressing her letter into his hand. “Can you send this to Draco for me?”

Remus nodded, ruffling her hair once more before saying his goodbyes. Juliet joined the cleaning task, spraying the doxies until there was none left. They began taking the bags of various dead creatures out of the room, everyone filing out until Juliet and Harry were left behind to grab the final three bags.

“Harry,” Juliet addressed him, nodding his way. He paused, and looked at her warily. “I don’t want to keep fighting with you. I understand it’s not your fault. It’s just hard for me to see my father prefer you over me.”

Harry looked as if he were going to say something, thought better of it, and nodded. “I’d like it if we could spend more than five minutes together without going at it.”

Juliet scoffed, giving him a small grin. “I wouldn’t go that far, Potter. Can’t lose my edge, now, can I? Draco would absolutely die if we became friendly.”

“Is that a downside?” Harry quipped back, smiling to soften his words.

“Potter has jokes?” Juliet mused, taking a bag of dead rats. “Keep that up around Draco, it’ll keep him on his toes.”

Harry laughed, and they left the room with the last two bags, leaving a clean room behind them. Harry kept their conversation going, surprising the Weasleys and Hermione, who had been expecting the two to tear each other's throats out.

Perhaps, Juliet thought, Harry wasn’t so bad.

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“todo da vueltas como un carrusel”

(See warnings/summary on Ao3. The violence definitely escalates here, this is the last chapter before the epilogue!)

<Prologue/Start>

Chapter 8: Artillery

“Okay, spill. What were you talking about back there?”

“Weeell, what if I told you it felt like being in two places at once! Probably would be a major head-trip for humans. But like, Jude really is a piece of my own heart!”

Remus’s flippant mention of humans still unsettled Roman, despite not being one to talk. “What are you rambling about?”

“I saw through its eyes and, BOY, that shit was fun.”

“… why?”

“Did’ja see Steve in the crowd?”

“… yes?”

“As soon as Steve noticed it, he completely forgot about the event and came charging at it. It was HILARIOUS.”

Remus pointedly waggled his eyebrows, emphasizing that word.

Roman chose to ignore it, “I guess I should be grateful for the decoy…”

“In between rage fueled huffs, he totally thought Jude was ME. Screaming ALL of the obscenities and making some of the nearby families clasp their kids’ ears at the audacity. It helped that I told Jude to stay hidden from the ‘normal people’.”

“Okay, that is pretty funny. So what did it look like Steve was screaming at?”

“Oh, just a Jasmine character actor. Ended about as well as you’d expect. The outburst had security haul his ass out of the park, ripping off his bib and EVERYTHING. It did take like five quarterback-sized dudes to do it though…”

Roman nodded as Remus continued, “They also saw how he was packing heat aaand I think he’s banned for life now from setting foot in the Happiest Place On Earth! They had to call the cops! Too bad the boys in blue were too incompetent to get a bead on him. Who knew how slippery that fucker could be?”

“So, he’s still at large and even more pissed off about us?”

Remus nodded entirely too eagerly, “El hijueputa was definitely a string-pull away from unraveling like Oogie Boogie! But hey, Jude totally let me Feed on that shit show!”

At that point, Remus was doubled over, cackling while relating everything to Roman.

-

For the time being, Remus’s little creation did allow his family to breathe. Remus leisured in regaling Jude’s adventures in leading Steve on a wild goose chase.

Remus recalled it some of the time, holding off from prancing about, causing chaos around him. He said he just liked to be able to experience the ocean the way he felt he was meant to.

Roman tried to find little ways to Feed himself. While he was grateful his own Hunger wasn’t so violent, it did take far more creativity on his part to sate. Roman was nevertheless wary.

A warranted worry, when he started hearing intermittent screams coming from his neighborhood. He noticed intermittent and animated conversations held between the neighbors outside. It was strange because whenever he had the chance to check, Remus was actually asleep through all of it, if in the middle of tossing and turning.

One time, Roman took a walk by one of the conversations, “… you had one of those too!?”

“I have no idea why I was in a boat, I get way too seasick for that–”

“Yeah. Getting knocked around like a drenched rag doll sucked.”

“Did you guys see something in the water too?”

“You mean the tentacles!?”, they collectively shuddered.

Roman pretended he was just listening to his mp3 player and walked along.

It was getting bad when he heard his mom being one of the people waking up screaming. For as long as he could remember, she never had an episode quite like this.

“Mamá!?”, Roman dashed toward his parents’ room.

When he got there, his dad was already attempting to help her calm down. It took awhile for her to get control over her breathing again. She eventually spoke, “It’s-it’s okay. Just a bad nightmare, you two. Thanks for the concern.”

He thought about Janus’s warning. He felt a different kind of restlessness that simply knew Remus was responsible for it.

Later that day, when they were alone, Roman pulled his brother aside. “We need to talk.”

Remus looked at him confused, “About what?”

“I think… your Horror has been going around giving the neighborhood nightmares!”

“Sounds like fun!”

“No! Not when you got to Mom too.”

Remus gave him a shrug, “So that’s why my Lair’s been a little... roomier. I wish I was actually aware of that happening.”

“I-I don’t want our parents hating us.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Robro.”

“Why!?”

“Don’t you think they would’ve kicked us out by now… or worse, if that was going to happen?”

“W-well…”

“Sometimes I don’t get why they haven’t, though. We are pretty dangerous, after all. Humans are weird.”

Roman shivered again, “… do you even care about them? Us?”

Remus’s tone suddenly became piercing, “DON’T. Test. Me. With. THAT.”

Roman immediately regretted questioning him, “I-I’m sorry. I just– worry…”

-

The early part of the school year meant many things for the Espinozas.

One of those things being Carrie and Vic’s anniversary. While the twins were in high school, their parents had started to entrust the two to handle themselves on the occasion. They would often have a night out somewhere a little fancy, while the twins did other things.

This year was different in the palpable unease over the separation. Roman and Carrie were the most worried, wanting to keep the ranks close. They wanted to make it a quaint dinner at home. Vic and Remus convinced them that they needed this, now more than ever.

The twins took off before their parents did, to have some fun at a nearby major climbing gym. It was open late and they arrived after sundown. Roman wanted to trounce some of the members there at the wall and Remus simply enjoyed watching his brother decimate pretty much everyone there. So what if he had a clearly unfair advantage as a dragon. It was a small miracle that he didn’t get them too angry to tolerate them.

Roman felt like he had a pretty good Feed while there, “Thanks, Rem.”

“I woulda suggested something like the Aquarium of the Pacific tonight but–”

“I– didn’t want to be too far away from home.”

“I know, I know.”

“You think they’re enjoying themselves?”

Remus shrugged, “I’d rather not think of our parents getting all lovey dovey, thanks.”

“Fair point, excuse me while I vomit a bit into my own mouth at that thought.”

Their parents told them when they were going to leave that night. Nearly a couple hours later, Roman got fidgety, “I-I think we should go back, now…”

The twins almost lost track of the time, Remus especially. Even though he didn’t seem too worried, he didn’t fight over it, “Okay, fine.”

When they did return, at first somewhat relieved that the car wasn't in the driveway. But when they noticed the front door was left slightly open, they knew something was wrong.

Roman stepped closer, asking vainly, “¿U-upe?”

The picture got worse once they entered. The place was trashed. There were things knocked over, dents left in the walls, and cracks in the kitchen tile floor. There was a struggle. Roman frantically looked around to find their parents or any indication of what even went down here.

He dashed to the kitchen counter top, noticing something. Remus followed, confused, “What’s up?”

“Look,” Roman grabbed a crumpled note and unfolded it.

It took Roman only a second to read it. He gasped, “O-oh God.”

Remus frowned as he read too, “ORANGE VILLA HIGH SCHOOL GYM. I HAVE YOUR FAMILY.”

Roman was thrown into a panic, “Fuck-fuck-fuck–”

Remus grabbed his brother by the shoulders, “Let’s just GO.”

Roman collected himself and nodded.

-

It was well past the open hours of the campus, once they arrived.

There were few lights on for the skeleton crew still working there. Roman knew something was wrong as every security camera looked obliterated. Remus on the other hand was just scowling, single-mindedly storming toward the gymnasium.

Some lights were shot out. Remus remained unfazed by the low light, as Roman followed close.

They were in the last hallway toward the gym entrance when they saw blood. A lot of blood. And a body.

Roman stared at it, “I-I’m going to be sick…”

Remus approached it, “I didn’t like Mr. Wells. But he didn’t fucking deserve this.”

It was one of the janitorial staff, shot dead. Without another word, the twins took off into the gymnasium.

The first thing they honed in on was the sound of muffled distress across the court. A pair of people bound and gagged back to back in a couple chairs.

Roman shouted, “NANAY!”

Remus shouted simultaneously, “PAPÁ.”

They weren’t thinking about the danger, until they heard a gunshot and the bullet buried itself inches from their feet. The muzzle flash had come from one of the higher bleachers.

They stared at the gunman. Steve Silverhammer stood there with an intense look of cold anger, readying another shot.

“GOOD. YOU’RE FINALLY HERE. I WAS GETTING IMPATIENT.”

Roman looked at his parents and back at Steve, “Why couldn’t you leave them alone!? They’re just–”

“HUMANS? NO. THEY’RE JUST BAIT.”

Steve fired another shot.

Their mom screamed under the gag, it was clear that she was hit but not where. That was the final straw. Roman saw red as he ran up to Steve about to do what he should’ve done last time. He readied his claws, bounded forward, and managed to land a deep slash across Steve’s chest.

Steve was prepared for that, despite wincing. As Steve evaded further blows, Roman saw the massive pile of pins sitting nearby. Roman lost his focus and froze. Steve gave a short laugh, slamming the rifle stock hard into Roman’s face, making him tumble down to the court’s floor.

Before Roman could get back up and reorient, Steve grabbed several of the pins and threw them all around the court. Roman was a sitting duck, again paralyzed by Steve’s blasted curse, as Steve took aim.

Remus was incensed, he growled like a feral animal and clenched his own fists white. Jude appeared before them, just in time to float into the line of fire.

Another shot.

Jude let out an unearthly screech but it was still able to move and take Steve’s attention. Long enough for Remus to start hunching over, breathing heavily.

Roman could barely get his mouth to work, his jaw flaring in pain and still fixed by his curse, “R-Rem?”

When Remus looked up, his eyes flared green and he smiled with incredible ferocity. The smile started to distort and lengthen in ways it shouldn’t be able to. His teeth seemed to sharpen. Roman saw how much larger the superimposed image of Remus’s Horror was and its tentacles rapidly swept up the pins on the court.

Before anyone could ask. Remus’s mouth opened up into a giant maw, consuming many of the offending distractions in one fell swoop.

Remus’s mouth closed like a zipper and his parents’ eyes widened at the display. With no delay, he shot a humongous tentacle out to grab Steve. The move knocked the rifle from Steve’s grip and it clattered into the bleachers.

Roman had the opening to run toward their parents.

As Remus slowly started to crush Steve, Roman took the gags off their parents. He frantically looked over his mom to find out where she was hit.

Carrie stammered, sucking in breaths to deal with the pain of her wound, “I-It’s okay… he just– he just–”

She glanced down at one of her legs, blood pooling around it. It didn’t take long for the two of them to realize the shot landed in one of her shins. It wasn't clear how bad the injury was, in that moment. Roman growled as she continued, wincing in pain, “I-is Remus going to–?”

Vic, the sweet man that he was, pleaded to Steve, “Your family provides well for you and-and– what would–”

Somehow, Steve was able to rasp sharply as Remus was squeezing him, “What makes you think I give a shit about them? No matter how many Beasts I've slain, they NEVER believed me.”

Remus’s face twitched as he slammed Steve into the opposing bleachers with enough force to cave them all in. Remus couldn’t stop, not that he wanted to. The violence and thrill of it put him in a trance. Remus continued to slam him repeatedly into the ever enlarging crater.

It almost completely distracted Carrie from her pain, as Remus threw Steve into the scoreboard on one of the gymnasium's wall. It was with enough force to dent the metal case and crack the plexiglass elements. When Steve became unresponsive, he limply fell out of it and landed on the court’s floor with a sickening thud. He was basically pulp, making both their parents avert their eyes for a moment.

Remus moved onto tearing the place apart, his Hunger overriding any awareness of what he was really doing. He tore down one of the baskets with the backboard and some of the supports that attached it to the ceiling. Said supports showing signs of corrosion damage that certainly wasn’t there before. He threw it into the intact set of bleachers causing debris to explode in all directions.

Vic gasped.

Roman was too focused on trying to free their parents and worrying about their mom to comment.

Remus continued his rampage, filling the space with distracting cacophony.

After a few beats, Steve started to twitch and convulse.

Carrie noticed and struggled to be loud enough to get anyone’s attention, “R-Roman. Roman. Ro–”

Remus wasn’t paying attention when the remaining pins were flung every which way. Nor did he notice when Steve’s rifle was thrown toward Steve.

“Roman. ROMAN.”

Steve sluggishly reached for the gun, still horrifically mangled.

“What? I’m almost d–”

Carrie screamed, “TURN AROUND!”

Roman turned around and saw Steve. He was still extremely broken, shaking as his body slowly started to recover from Remus’s beating. He had just enough reset bones to be in the middle of pulling out another round from his pocket and reloading the gun.

Roman cursed that Remus didn’t destroy all of the God-forsaken pins. If not for them, Roman would have been quicker to react. It may’ve been because he was getting hungrier or the fact there were fewer around, but this time he did manage to start clawing his way toward Steve.

Vic screamed, “REMUS. STEVE HE’S–”

Steve made the split second decision to aim at Remus this time. Gun braced near his face, the aperture swaying, Steve let loose a breathy but crazed laugh, “I… can’t… let...”

Steve squeezed the trigger once and then twice when it didn’t fire. Despite the stall, there wasn’t enough time to react once another bang was heard. Remus froze.

The explosion was bigger.

The explosion was wrong.

The gymnasium rang, before becoming deathly quiet.

Remus blinked, desisted and patted himself down. He was baffled why he wasn’t–

The silence was interrupted by Carrie making some dry heaves.

Once the dazzle of the explosion wore off, Roman saw it.

Everyone saw it.

Steve was entirely unrecognizable.

Steve wasn’t moving anymore.

Steve wasn’t breathing at all.

The twins stared at him while their parents had turned around.

The twins blinked at the bloody mess that used to be Steve, smeared across the wall.

The twins saw the rifle. It burst apart at the loading chamber. Misfire.

The silence dragged.

The silence ended when they heard the sound of someone frantically running toward the gym.

It was Janus, panting as they looked at the scene in front of them.

“A-are any of you hurt?”

Remus started cackling, “Are you kIDDING ME!?”

Everyone was taken aback, including Janus, “Care to elaborate, little sea monster?”

“It’s like crushing a fly that had the sheer fucking AUDACITY to piss you off. I feel fucking GREAT.”

The twins realized there was an absence of feelings that they should be having, while their parents sat there lost in shock. Janus cleared their throat to speak again, eventually pointing at the corpse under the scoreboard, “We really must take our leave, before this place crawls with Heroes. Come, I’ll take you and your… parents to aid them someplace safe. I’ll clean that up shortly too...”

The twins nodded as they carefully ushered their freed parents along.

His family’s touch seemed to spur Remus to smile back at them in a way that looked actually human. Despite none of them coming away from the ordeal unscathed, Roman was glad they could save their parents.

Between the twins, they made the unspoken promise to protect them ever more fiercely.

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 8

Word Count: 4,741

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens (others)

Notes: So here’s the next installment of this series. Trying to move this along a little quicker. For a series that was only supposed to be 3 to 5 parts it’s practically double that. Ugh! Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy. As always send me your feedback and suggestions. Happy Reading!

When your phone rang during your FaceTime with Tyler, you didn't expect who or what you heard to be on the other end. There was no 'Hi' or 'How are you' just a quick, "Hey (Y/N), I need your help?"

"Well hello to you too, Brandon." You told the winger from Pittsburgh.

 "Oh yeah, Hi." You hadn't seen much of Tanev or Crosby for that matter since that night of the poker game in your suite, so it was kind of interesting to hear from him now.

 "What do you need help with?"

 "Well, you probably already know this, but it's Sid's birthday on Friday. The guys were saying they want to do something special with him playing that day and all. I may have mentioned that we've talked before…" He paused then and you had to wonder what else he'd told his teammates about that night. Hopefully, he didn't know about what happened with his captain after he left. "Anyhow, we were hoping to do a little party after the game, maybe with a cake and everything? And I was wondering if you could help me pull that off."

 "I'm sure it won't be a problem." He could've given you a bit more notice, but you figured Carly could get you any decorations that you needed and you'd have one of the chefs whip up a cake.

 "You're a lifesaver."

 "Well, I wouldn't go that far. I'm just doing my job." Which you totally were, though you'd go the extra mile since it was Sidney. "I'll shut down one of the restaurants and we'll have it all ready to go after the game for you. Anything special you're looking for."

 "Nah, whatever you do will be amazing." Brandon was being awfully complimentary, which was appreciated though you wondered if he had another motive. Not that you'd mind going a second round. Actually, you'd like to expand on the first one that you'd had with him and Zack, though being interrupted by Sid really wasn't something you minded. "I definitely owe you one."

 "Hmm, I suppose you do. I might have to collect on it soon." Though it wasn't going to be tonight as you still needed to take that Tylenol for your jaw.

 "I'll hold you to it." You were sure he would, it would just be a matter of when. "Well, listen if you have any questions you have my number, so just call."

 "I will," you told Brandon, then you said your goodbyes and headed to bed for the night. The next day was fairly normal, though you and Carly worked on party details for the next day. Thankfully, your pastry chef was excited to make a cake for one of hockey's best player. He told you it would be magnificent and you had no doubt that he would come through. Carly was able to transform the restaurant from its quiet dining atmosphere into a celebratory nightclub. She was even able to get one of the other staff members to act as DJ for the event. You were quite pleased with what both of you pulled off when it was finally said and done. Now all you needed was the birthday boy.

 "Brayden pointed out…" Carly said then started to giggle. "Did you see what I did there?" All you could do was shake your head at her bad pun on Brayden's last name, and tell her yes. "Well anyway, he said this might not be a celebration if the Pens lose. You realize they'll be eliminated right?"

 "Fuck." The word flew out of your mouth as you realized she was right. You kept forgetting that these qualifying rounds were best of five instead of normal playoffs which were seven. "We may have done all this work for nothing." The two of you kept an eye on the score, watching it remain zero, zero, until only minutes left in the third when the Canadiens scored. That's when the f-bomb dropped out of your mouth again, only this time you realized you may be losing that bet to Tyler, not that you would mind that. His remote vibrator play had been fun and you were beginning to think that being his sex slave for twenty-four hours might not be so bad. As time ticked down, you could see the desperation in the Pens play. Things weren't coming together for them and you had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a birthday that Sid wanted to remember.

 "We may end up turning this party into a, congratulations on making the playoffs party for the Canadiens," Carly commented and you had to agree as the puck slid into the empty net, essentially sealing the fate of the Penguins. All that was left was for the horn to sound, and when it did, you grabbed your phone and shot Brandon a text as to what he wanted to do. His reply was to be radio silent, so you were left wondering if you'd be eating that birthday cake alone.

 About an hour later, your phone buzzed. Party's a no go. Sid is pissed.

 "Well, looks like this party is over before it even started."

 "All this work," Carly sighed.

 "I hear you, Car, but I wouldn't be in a mood to party if I just lost my ticket to the Stanley Cup Playoffs." These guys were probably down in the dumps, then again maybe not. A lot of them had families that they seemed to want to get home to, so maybe they were looking at this as a blessing. All you knew, is that now that the Pens were moving out, the next top-seeded team would be moving in and you needed to get the transitioning team ready to go for when they left. After taking down the decorations with Carly, you went to find out when the Pens would be leaving and what their exit plan was. It was obvious to you when they'd put the top-seeded teams in your hotel, that they planned on them staying awhile, so having them move out so soon, wasn't something you were prepared for. People would have to be shifted around so that rooms could be ready hours after they left. You reworked the schedule to make all of this happen and hadn't even noticed the Pens come into the hotel.

 It was hours later when most of the hotel was quiet that you realized there was something you had to do. Making your way back up to the restaurant, you found the birthday cake that had been specially made for Sidney. You cut a large piece and placed a candle on it. Taking it to Sid's room was a risk, but you couldn't let his birthday go without notice. He answered your knock fairly quickly, though didn't look pleased at all. You pasted on a bright smile before saying, "So I couldn't let the day pass without at least saying Happy Birthday." You held the cake out towards him.

 "Thanks," he answered, a small lop-sided grin on his face. "Not really a birthday I want to remember."

 "I get that," you answered, now noticing that his suitcase was on his bed and that he must have been packing to go home. "Well, I just wanted to drop this off." He took the cake out of your hand and this awkwardness came over both of you. It was nothing like it was the other night with him. "Well…um…take care Sid." Turning, you headed towards the elevators, somewhat expecting Sid to call you back. As you pressed the button, you heard his door shut and knew that wasn't going to happen. At least you had a little fun with him, you told yourself as you headed up to your suite for the night. He had every right to be upset; you weren't exactly sure what you were expecting when you knocked on the door but it is what it is, you thought as you headed inside. You took off your blazer, setting it on the chair before heading over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine before heading off to bed when you heard the knock on the door.

 You were half annoyed as you made your way to the door. Now that you were reconciled to a night alone, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep. "Sid?" To say you were shocked when you opened the door was putting it mildly. "Is something wrong?"

 "Yeah," he breathed out, and you raised your brow in question. "This piece of cake is too big for one person. I thought maybe you'd want to share it with me?"

 "Oh…um…sure." He gave you a little smile and opened the door wider for him to come in. He followed you over to the couch, the two of you sitting down.

 "So, did you really have a cake made for me?"

 "Yeah." Well, there was no point in saying you didn't, when the piece you'd cut for him had his name on it. "Speaking of which, hold on one second." You dashed into the kitchen then came back out with a match to light the candle. Singing a quick happy birthday to Sid, you then said, "Make a wish." He thought about it for a second then blew the candle out. "I know it's not the birthday you thought it would be." It had to be hard to go from celebrating with the cup two years in a row to now being eliminated in the qualifying rounds.

 "I'd be lying if I said it was. I never thought I'd play a hockey game on my birthday, let alone lose that game. It's definitely one I want to forget about." He seemed to think about what he just said, for he quickly added, "well maybe not all of it."

 The night was still young, so you were anxious to see if you could maybe turn this birthday around for him. "I should've gotten another fork." You made a move to get up but he stopped you with a hand on your thigh.

 "I think we can share." Sid dipped the fork into the cake then fed you the piece. Of course, it was delicious, but you were more focused on the man who was feeding you than the actual cake itself.

 "Mmm," you hummed as you enjoyed the sugary treat and you watched as Sid's tongue darted out to lick his lips. Grabbing the fork from him, you proceeded to feed him a piece as well. "You probably should've gotten the first bite."

 He hummed his approval as well, the sound sending a rush of heat to your core. "I'd rather have a bite of something else." As soon as the words left his mouth, his hand was at the back of your neck pulling you towards him where his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn't tentative, it was full-on heat from the moment you touched. Each of you yearning for the other. Vaguely, you remember setting the cake down on the coffee table, so that you could reach up and wrap your arms around Sid's neck, pulling yourself closer to him. You felt yourself melting into him and the couch as he guided you back against the cushions.

 His body lay heavily on top of yours but you welcomed the weight, as you both shifted trying to seek more contact with each other. Sid's hand glided down your body, and he scrunched your skirt up to your hips so that his body could fit between your legs. He continued to devour your mouth, and you felt like you were back in high school making out on your parent's sofa. His hands roamed up your body, untucking your shirt so he could glide them up to feel your breasts. Sid rolled your covered nipple between his thumb and forefinger; your back arching up into his touch as you moaned into the kiss.

 His lips finally broke from yours, so you could both catch your breath. "We could move this upstairs," you suggested.

 "I like that idea," he answered capturing your lips again briefly before easing off the couch and helping you up. When you adjusted your skirt back down he just cocked his head at you with a little smirk on his face. "Did you think that was necessary?"

 "Depends on if you want a show or not?"

 "There are options?" That was sort of a loaded question you weren't sure you wanted to answer.

 "Aren't there always?" You were at the top of the stairs then and his hands grabbed you around the waist and hauled you close to him so that you were nose to nose.

 "There's a lot of questions going on here, maybe we should just quit talking."

 He gave you a full ten seconds to answer before crushing your mouth to his. Before you knew it, you were in your bedroom. His hands were all over you and you couldn't get enough of it, but you were also doing your share of touching every exposed inch of his body. The last time the two of you were together, he'd maintained this cool composure as he'd gotten you off on his thigh while remaining completely clothed. You weren't going to miss the opportunity this time to see Sidney on his birthday in his birthday suit. Gathering his shirt in your hands, you broke from the kiss to lift it off his body. The man was simply perfection, as your nails raked across his abs. He shivered at your touch but then thrust into your hips letting you know that he wanted you just as much as you did him.

 Sid's hands were at the back of your skirt, searching for the zipper until he found it and slid it down so you could shimmy out of the garment. He wasn't satisfied with just getting you out of that though, as he all but tore your shirt from your body. You could swear that you heard the seam rip, but you didn't care. He held you at arms-length then, drinking in the sight of you clad only in your bra and thong. "Mmm, you're the best present I've unwrapped today." He hummed out in appreciation as he stared at you.

 You blushed at the compliment that rolled off his tongue, before taking a deep breath to regain your composure. "You still have more to unwrap."

 "So it seems," he chuckled and then turned your body so that your back was to him as he unhooked your bra. "Have to make it last," he whispered in your ear, as his lips dropped to the hollow of your neck. Your head fell back against him, rolling to the side to give him greater access as you enjoyed the feel of his mouth hot on you. One strap slid down your shoulder, the bra just barely hanging on until he slithered the other one down with it. You could feel his eyes on your breasts as he sucked on your neck, a groan coming from him as his cock pressed into your back. "Beautiful," he breathed out over the spot where he'd just been nibbling, and it was your turn to shiver as the sensation of both hot and cold had goose pimples rising on your flesh. His hands snaked up your sides so he could cup your breasts, toying with your nipples and making them pebble under his touch. You ached to feel his lips there, but Sid took his time, just tweaking and pinching.

 His right hand traveled south to your core, as he snuck his hand inside the thin material of your panties; fingers massaging just above your clit. You wanted, no, you needed more. Your hips flexing of their own accord, silently begging him to venture further down. When he did finally touch your clit, you moaned out in pleasure, but Sid didn't stay there long. His fingers slipped between your folds, just running back and forth not entering you. "You're dripping." He turned your head to capture your lips in a short kiss. "Are you always like this or just for me?"

 You knew he was looking for his ego to be stroked a bit and you were willing to fondle more than that. "Only for you," you moaned out, as your hand snuck back to rub his cock through his shorts.

 "Not yet baby. It's my birthday remember." You nodded weakly, as his fingers played with your pussy. "Take off your panties and lie down on the bed for me." You followed his command, ridding yourself of the flimsy material before climbing onto the mattress, and situating yourself amongst the pillows. "Spread your legs for me princess." Sid had a spell on you, and so you obeyed his orders. "Wider baby, let me see how wet you are." His eyes were riveted to your cunt, which was soaking by this point and only grew wetter under his intense scrutiny. "I seem to recall only getting a taste of that cake downstairs. I wonder if you're as sweet as it was." Sid crawled onto the bed then, positioning himself between your thighs, before grabbing your hips and hauling them towards him. His eyes held yours as his tongue snuck out for that first taste of you. "Mmm, I thinking I need more." He was lapping at your folds and drinking in your juices, while you fisted the sheets from the pleasure of his tongue. Your moans filling the air of the room. "So sweet," he hummed against your pussy, before nibbling on your clit and causing your hips to buck up. His strong arm held you still as he ate you out, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and flicking it over your clit.

 "Sid, please," you begged, but he kept you teetering on the edge. "Fuck." He slid one finger inside you, your pussy clenching around it. "Oh god," you groaned out at the feel of him. His mouth was solely focused on your clit now that one finger just pumping in and out of you, and you felt your orgasm start to build. It wasn't long before it crested, and wash over you, your body arching up into his mouth. "Sid," you moaned out as you came.

 "You're so beautiful when you cum," he panted as his finger slid out of you. "Open," he demanded as he brought that same finger to your lips. You sucked on it, tasting yourself as you ran your tongue around his digit. "Fuck princess, you do that so well." His finger popped out of your mouth, before he said, "how about you try sucking on something else." When you licked your lips in anticipation, he captured them in a searing kiss, then rolled your bodies so that you were laying on top of him. You broke the kiss, then wiggled down his body, trailing kisses on his chest and abdomen as you went. When you got to the waistband, you ran your fingers underneath it, your tongue following your movements as you shimmied his shorts down his legs. Your nails skated up the inside of his bare thighs as his cock sprang free. Taking your tongue, you licked up the underside of his dick before taking the head inside your mouth. He sighed in contentment and his hand reached down to thread through your locks, gently urging you to take more of him. As you sank down inch by slow inch on his cock, Sid groaned with pleasure. "That's it, princess, take me in deep." Sid's thighs weren't the only thing that was thick on him as your mouth took as much of him inside as you could. Slipping your one hand around the base, you pumped what you couldn't fit in, as your jaw worked up and down on the length of him. "Fuck princess, you are so good." You hummed under his praise, the vibrations going through his body had him fisting his hand in your hair. His hips thrust up into your face, making you gag slightly before they moved back down on the mattress. You cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as you hollowed out your cheeks only to release him with a pop. Running your tongue down his length, you licked at his balls before sucking them. "Jesus," he hissed out, while your hand pumped his erection up and down. Sid gathered your hair at the nape of your neck so he could watch you. "So beautiful," he praised and you moved back up to take him inside your mouth once again. Sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room as your head bobbed up and down on his cock. His balls tensed, right before he pulled you off of him. "Fuck…as much as I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours; I'm not ready for the night to be over just yet."

 He dragged your body up flush with his so he could kiss you again and he rolled you both one more time. His tongue exploring your mouth with languid strokes, that made you want to kiss him for days on end, but then you felt his dick nudging at your entrance and your body craved him more. As he pressed into your dripping cunt, your leg snaked around his waist, pulling him in closer. "So eager," he breathed out, making eye contact with you until he was buried deep inside you. You'd never felt so full before. Sid's hip thrust just centimeters more into you, his cock hitting deep within your core and you felt stretched beyond compacity. "Is that what you wanted?" Feebly, you nodded a yes. "Words, princess?"

 "Yes, Sid…yes," you were panting now with need. Your body aching for him to move. Thankfully he didn't make you beg any longer as he started a slow thrust in and out of your pussy. Sid's mouth moved down your neck, to your breasts, where he took one turret nipple into his mouth and playfully bit down on it. The effect went straight to your cunt, as you could feel the wetness now dripping down to your ass. Yet he continued his slow pace of pumping into you. "Please, Sid…" you begged wanting more. Sid wasn't to be deterred though and continued the rhythm he enjoyed, toying with your nipples as you moaned out in ecstasy.

 He was building you slowly up, just gradually bringing you to the edge. You felt your legs start to tense, only to have Sid pull his cock out completely. "On your knees baby." You did his bidding, eager to find that release your body desired. His hands roamed around the globes of your ass, softly caressing it as he pushed back into you. Once he was fully inside, you pushed back against him. "Easy princess," his words on had you repeating the motion until you felt his hand smack hard on your ass. You yelped in surprise, even though the sting sent a rush of sensation to where you both were connected. His hand soothed your bottom, before delivering another blow. This time you moaned, enjoying the bite his hand brought. "You like that, don't you princess?"

 "Mmmhmm," you whimpered as he smacked the other side this time.

 Finally, Sid started to thrust in and out of your soaking pussy. Every so often spanking you as he went. You could feel your body just hovering on the edge of orgasm, but yet not being able to get there. Sid took a fistful of your hair, yanking you back as he started to pound in and out of you. You were so close. "Are you going to cum for me princess?" An incoherent noise let your lips and even you couldn't tell if it was a yes or a no. Wanting to bring you pleasure, Sid's hand snuck to your clit, where he rubbed your little nub furiously. You started to tremble, and he yanked your hair harder. "Look at me, princess." You turned to see him, right before your climax hit. Your pussy walls contracting around him and pulling him even deeper inside. You called out his name and then he wildly thrust in and out of your body until he came with a loud groan. Sid fell on top of you, your arms collapsing from your orgasm and the weight of him. Only when you both dropped to the mattress did he roll onto his side, taking you with. "Fuck, I needed that."

 His hands caressed your body, just a feather-light touch that calmed you both as you floated back to reality. "Me too," you mumbled as his cock slipped out of you. Turning so that you could face him, you cupped his cheek, only noticing then, that he'd shaved his playoff beard off already. "I know it doesn't make up for the loss but I hope you enjoyed that present."

 His signature lop-sided grin appeared on his face. "More than you know." His hands now rubbing your ass where he had spanked you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

 A light chuckle escaped your mouth. "No, I enjoyed it."

 "Mmm, me too." His hand that was making circles on your ass stopped and you felt him pulling away, only you didn't want him to. This opportunity would probably never happen again and you wanted to enjoy it just a little longer.

 "Stay," you found yourself saying and you weren't a hundred percent sure as to why. Every other fling you'd had in this damn hotel had been just that, a quick mating of two people and as soon as it was over, you left or asked them to. But this right here with Sid, something was different. Your mind told you that nothing would ever come of this. That Sid would go on his way back to Pittsburgh or Cole Harbour and go on with things, just as you would here, but you wanted to savor this moment just a little longer.

 "Are you sure?" you nodded yes to his question, as you didn't trust your voice at the moment. "Well since you insist." His lips captured yours again, this time the kiss soft and sweet, and you were back to being those two high school kids that were on the couch in the first blush of love. It was not something you wanted to dwell on as you felt your heart give way to this man. When you finally broke apart, the smile on his face had you half falling in love with him. "Sleep, and then we can have another round before I have to leave."

You hated that last part, why did it have to be this way. If only the Pens had won, you thought, but then would you be in this position right now if they had? Would Sid have kept you at arm's length focusing solely on hockey? Your mind ran through a million scenarios, all of them ending the same way and so you told yourself that this was just a fascination with one of hockey's elite players and that the moment he was gone you'd move on. By the time you finally got your racing thoughts under control, Sid was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful as if he didn't have a care in the world and you supposed now that his season was over, he didn't. But the season was still going on for sixteen other teams and you. You needed to focus on them.

 Reaching over, you grabbed your phone to check the time, only to notice you'd missed a call and several text messages from Tyler. Tyler, you thought with a wistful sigh. You still had that bet with him. Technically, you'd won for here you were, your body sated from its activities with Sidney. You looked back over at the man, who was sleeping with his arms wrapped around your body. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you decided to snap the picture that would prove as evidence of what had transpired tonight, then you hurriedly set the phone back on the nightstand. Now the only question was, did you send it to Tyler or just keep it as a memory to look back on for years to come.  

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[yamithediaperdork]

Baby Universe (Steven Universe)

Peedee wasn't sure what made him go over to Steven's house. It wasn't like he normally went up there, when Steven wanted to hang out he came into town. Still with the restaurant closed while they were fixing the freezer he had nothing better to do. and as it would turn out, the walk would be MORE then worth it.

Steven was enjoying a rare bit of time alone for a change, and was taking advantage of it. It wasn't that he didn't like the gem,s they were like three mom's to him, but just sometimes he needed time alone. double so since his little fetish had kicked itself into overdrive as puberty was hitting him and while the Gem's didn't seem to care, Steven still had a hard time bringing himself to wear his shameful fetish gear while they were home. Said fetish gear wasn't as bad as it could of been, it wasn't like he was wearing 30 pounds of leather or dressing up like a fox to go and yiff, Nope, all Steven wanted to do was wear thick crinkly diapers, and usually up to half a pack at a time so he could barely waddle. This of course HAD led to him being busted by the gem's in the past, but once they were convinced he was ok and didn't NEED the diapers, they left it alone and passed it off as one of those 'human things.' Today with the place to himself Steven already had 4 tena's on and was wiggling his butt in the mirror and trying to decide if he should keep it safe and just add anther 2 or go for broke and add 6 more. it would be all of his remaining diapies and he wouldn't be able to get more for awhile which was the only reason he was hesitating. Still, Nothing ventured, nothing gained and he decided to go with as thick as possible and went to work. He was JUST getting the last diaper on, sitting on the floor and touage hanging out in effort when there was a knock on the front door and without thinking about it, Steven called out. "It's open!" and then slapped his hands on his mouth, having JUST got the last tape on.

Peedee smiled and walked in, he had assumed as much but had been taught manners so naturally had knocked. "Hey Steven, i was wondering if you wanted to..hang..out..Why's it smell like half a bottle of baby powder in here?" the slimmer boys asked, heading for the stairs and sniffing. "N-No reason! you should just go home! I'm sick!" Steven's panicked voice range out and then as Peedee got to the top of the stairs he was treated to the side of Steven's pamper clad butt sticking out, the top half of Steven was trying to hide under his bed. Without even pausing to think about it Peedee took out his cellphone and started to snap pictures. "Nice pampers Steven~ Did your mommies diapie you up nice and safe and sound before going out for more?" Peedee asked in a mocking tone. "J-Just get out of here or I-I'll-" Steven stammered, trying to think of a threat. "You'll what? make a stinky boom boom? doesn't look like baby Steven has any more diapies though so you'll hafa sit in your boom boom till they get back." Peedee laughed. the taunt had the desired result of Steven coming out from under the bed and glaring at Peedee, but all that did was let the slimmer boy get a snap shot of Steven's face to go with his butt and then clicked on his phone. "Andddd saved to my cloud. So if you get any ideas about trying to snatch my phone away tubby, it's doomed to fail." Peedee said, chuckling. Here he was, in shorts and a muscle shirt, slender and lanky but at least looking his age while Steven was a tubby little butter ball who was older then him but between his baby face and well.. BABY PANTS he looked so much younger. "ngggh..what do you want." Steven huffed, hands balled up into fists but staying his ground. "I wanna go and have LOTS of fun with the big baby, In town. if your a good boy, I won't tell anyone about your diapies. if your bad, I'll pants you in the middle of the amusement park. but if your a super good boy, I'll get you a new pack of diapies." Peedee said. Steven huffed and whined, but it wasn't really like he had a choice in the matter and after sulking, nodded.

the tricky part for heading out and keeping baby Steven in his bulky diapers was finding something to go over them, which between the boys chub and the massive thickness of the diapers was proving to be next to impossible. "well geez, if we can't cover them I'll just have to stay home. shucks, that sucks sooo much." Steven said, shrugging his shoulder and smirking while Peedee dug though a box of old clothes. "Don't count me out yet, I'll find so- AHA!" Peedee said, and held up a old hula skirt of Greg's (what it was doing there was anyone's guess) "This should cover your thick crinkly butt, at least as long as you don't bend over or there isn't too much of a breeze." Peedee said and smirked. "...ah poop." Steven whined.

the skirt actually did a fairly decent job of hiding the diapers for the most part, if anything was giving Steven away as they made their way into town the was the waddling and the crinkling Steven was doing plus his face being beat red. Thankfully most people just assumed it was from wearing the hula skirt and chuckled and told Steven and Peedee how cute they looked as they headed for fun land. "I swear to god, everyone know!" Steven mewed holding onto Peedee's arm for comfort even though the slimmer boy was the cause of all of his suffering. "now now, enough of that! Unless you want me to go and take you dress shopping thats the best your gonna get." Peedee said, though a evil look came over his face as he said it. "Uhh nope! I'm good! Let's go get some cotton candy!" Steven mewed. "Oh like you need MORE candy tubby~" Peedee teased and poked a finger into Steven's flab. "Come on, we'll go play a few games then go and get the baby a dress..and of course lots of new diapies." Peedee said, not bothering to keep his voice down but with the noise from the crowd no one heard him. that didn't stop Steven though from wetting himself a little as he looked around, almost crying. "Don't say stuff like that out loud!" he whined, sounding like a pouty toddler. "Sheesh your grumpy..Did I snag you before your afternoon nap or something? or does somebody need a diapie change?" Peedee asked and then even as Steven tried to say no, and with people around Peedee lifted up the back of the skirt and looked quick. it was quick enough anyone watching wouldn't be quite sure of what they saw and no one was close to being able to get a picture but it had Steven in mute silence, jaw hanging open. "Hmm, just a little soggy your good." Peedee said and then noticed Steven was frozen in humiliation. "Awww is the widdle baby scared somebody saw his diapies?" Ok, the plan HAD been to drag this out, but the look on Steven's face was waking something twisted up in side of Peedee and with a crowd around and some people looking worried about Steven frozen state, Peedee smiled. "I know a solution to get rid of all that doubt!" he said cheerfully. he grabbed either side of the hula skirt and far too late Steven realized what was about to happen and hand hands moved to grab Peedee's but were FAR too late. with a yank downwards the chubby babies thick massive diapers were on full display for the crowd to see and a silence went over the park, before a eruption of laughter broke out. "oh my god, Stevens a big baby!" cried Lar's holding his belly and laughing while Sadie covered her mouth and elbowed Lar's to be polite. "Man, I knew he had baby fat, didn't think he was a baby.." Snickered sour cream. "what are you talking about, that's not baby fat, he's just a little oinker!" Jenny giggled, taking out her phone for pictures. "Man, This explains so much about how naive he is." Buck commented. "S0Steven what are you.." Came Connie's voice, and shaking and tears welling up in his eyes he turned to see her with her parents, hands on her mouth and her father trying not to laugh, while her mother was shaking her head. "I think it goes without saying you won't be hanging out with him anymore, Unless it's a babysitting job." Connie's mom said and then with a bitchy sneer added. "And Steven, I can hook you up with a dietitian if you want." it was all too much for the little piggy and Steven plopped on his butt and started to bawl, kicking his legs and rubbing his eyes just like the big baby he was dressed like. any hope that this was the worse that could happen today was soon dashed however as Peedee intended to keep the rest of his promises to the big baby, which included a new outfit and LOTS of diapers.

Any and all fight was out of Steven as he held onto Peedee's hand, walking on the board walk toward the new little miss plus that had opened up in town. it had all the same styles of outfits most other girls wore but was meant for the chunky girls, or sissies in Stevens case. It was picked because well, where else was Peedee gonna get a dress that was going to fit his little butter ball and because it was the furthest away from the only shop in town that sold diapers in any size, so Steven would be showing off his new outfit when they went to get him his diapies. walking in the young girl minding the counter burst into the later and then excused herself, her name tag said her name was sally and she was tall, about 20-25ish and had her long blond hair in a pony tail. "H-Hi, I'm Sally, H-How can i help you?" she said, the back of her hand up to her mouth and trying not to laugh as Steven's blush traveled from his chubby cheeks down his neck, he was heading for full body blush territory. "Hi, I'm Peedee and this is sissy piggy Steven. Oink for the nice lady Steven." Peedee said and swatted Steven's padded behind, making him jump and let out a loud oink. "I was wondering if you had any cute short dresses that would help hide my little piggy princess fat rolls while also letting him feel all sweet and dainty. and before you answer, this is what your working with." at that Peedee grabbed Stevens shirt and yanked up up and over his head, leaving the poor half gem in just his Bulky diapers and shoes. "pffft..I dunno.. Maybe. I-I might have to set up a video conference with my fri- other consultants so we can figure out what'll look best on the piggy, is that ok?" Sally asked Peedee, since it was clear who was in charge. Steven mewed and looked at Peedee, willing him to say no, it was clear it was just gonna be a lot of women looking at him and laughing! "oh yeah, that makes sense. go for it." Peedee chuckled and then laughed as Steven started to whimper and suck his thumb.

Half a hour later and the full body blush was going on big time, all of the women on the call where on speaker and he could heard all of their cutting comment and mocking questions. for the most part he didn't answer them though, Peedee insisted he speak for Steven who was currently sucking on a large pink costume pacifier that Sally had found in the back that had been sent there by mistake instead of a costume shop. The nipple was too big really for his mouth and so Steven had a constant line of drool going down his chin but there had been a bib too to go with the paci and it'd been tied around his neck and adjusted to go over every outfit they had Steven try on, and the bib of COURSE had to read 'Daddies baby girl' "Have you thought about trying to put him on a diet?" One lady asked. "Yeah, but the little piggy will go though the trash looking for left overs. at least when I let him eat 2 whole pizza's to himself it's not trash pizza."  Peedee lied. "Does he use his diapers for like..everything?" anther asked. "Of course. he doesn't get a diaper change till he's totally filled the front and back of his diapers or he's leaking. I'm not made of money for him to just waste them." "aww, what a lucky little piggy! I bet you love your daddy VERY much huh Steven?" A third giggled, directing her question right to Steven who locked eyes with Peedee. there was no doubt what the right answer was and if all of this had happened with him trying to be a good boy and play along, he didn't wanna think about what would happen if he was a bad boy. Steven nodded his head slowly as Sally squealed and then held out what she claimed would be the PERFECT dress for widdle piggy Steven. The top part of it had no sleeve, just little puffy bubbles in a white cream color, little indents with hot pink, then the main part of the top half of the dress was also hot pink  and had a piggy face on the front, in a little shade of pink. the skirt part of the dress clearly wasn't going to be long enough to get close to covering up his massive diapers and was white with a little piggy head print going all around it. "I totally forgot we're getting in a line of fat shaming clothes for mothers and fathers who are sick of their girls being little piggy's! what do you think Peedee? prefect?" Peedee nodded and getting the dress on Steven it pinched at his flab rolls and much as Steven had predicted, did next to nothing to cover up his diapers, at least Half of them were still on display. with his bib on the top of it but not covering up the piggy on the front of the dress Peedee also got Steven a pair of pink flat heels and then of all things, promised that Steven would pay for the clothes by modeling them off in the store window for a few hours a week! "Well, as long as I don't have to change him I'm sure that can be worked out." Sally laughed. Steven just sniffled and sucked on his paci, knowing as bad as today had been so far, it was only going to get worse.

The end, for now.

[myhaikyuuthings]

Anniversary Mishaps

@kara-grayson04​ requested this and gave the basic outline, i simplified the prompt in the synopsis to not give anything away 

Aone x fem! reader

prompt synopsis: You’ve been together for a few years and Aone wants to surprise you for your anniversary. Things don’t go quite according to plan

fluff with a dash of angst

word count: 1311

You were out with friends, under the assumption Aone had to work the majority of the day. You were sad that you were missing out on your anniversary but knew that his job was important. He had recommended you try to stay out of the house today so you didn’t get too lonely. While you had taken him up on his suggestion, you were unaware of what he was really up to.

Aone had asked for advice from Futakuchi on what exactly to decorate your shared apartment with. He had suggested some candles, maybe some flower petals, that whole romantic thing. So Aone took his advice. He fluttered around the apartment, placing candles on every table in the house. He had made sure to get (your favorite scent) but there weren’t many available, so it was a mix of scents scattered about. He wasn’t happy with that. 

So he decided to try the flower tip! He got your favorite flower, a couple dozen of your favorite flower to be precise. He left one bouquet in the bundle and placed them in a vase on the counter top, leaving one of the many candles beside it. Even if his initial candle idea didn’t work, at least you would have enough of your favorite scent for awhile. 

With the remaining bouquets, he started removing the petals as gently as possible. He felt bad for ‘hurting’ the flowers, even though he knew rationally that they were already dead. Kept mumbling apologies to them with each petal he removed. By the second bouquet he was crying, feeling like a monster for ‘destroying’ something so beautiful. He scattered those he had already removed around the living room, deciding he would just give you the remaining four bouquets and try to make something romantic out of what he had at home. 

He built a small fort in the living room, draping white sheets and fairy lights around the room. He knew how much you liked to feel like you were living in a disney movie, and he liked it too even if he never admitted it. He was following directions from a pinterest board and huffed tiredly when it looked nothing like the picture given. 

“It’s fine, we don’t have the same materials,” he said to himself, trying to get himself to calm down. 

You had already been gone a good five hours and he knew you would be home within the next four. There wasn’t much else he could do with what he had. Sighing he left the fort up, deciding he’ll take it down once he figures out a better plan than the mess he had made. 

He sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone for ideas. He glanced up at the 6 candles and 5 bouquets scattered on the table, his frustration with himself growing. He couldn’t help from asking why he just can’t get this right. You deserved the absolute best, and yes he spoiled you all the time but it was your anniversary, your five year anniversary at that, he wanted it to be special. He saw an ad for a bakery nearby, grabbing his coat and wallet with the intent to just get you a good cake. 

 Walking into the bakery, he explained the situation to the nice old lady behind the counter, blushing wildly when she told him he was a good boyfriend. She recommended your favorite flavor of cake with a specialized message on top, maybe a fondant version of your favorite flower or the date you two met/got together if he wanted to get really sentimental with it. He agreed to all of the above, writing a simple ‘I love you, I’m so lucky you love me’ on the cake, your anniversary year underneath it with your favorite flower scattered around the sides. 

It takes about two hours for her to finish it all, but he makes sure to express his gratitude as he pays for the cake. Even trying to leave her a nearly $100 tip that she adamantly refused, telling him to spend it on you instead. He started his walk home, carrying the box in his hands when he felt the first drop. He was still two blocks from your home but he hoped he could make it before the rain really hit.

You came home after dark, shaking out your umbrella before stepping into the doorway. The apartment was pitch black and you sighed, figuring he was still at work. You were worried for his health at this point. Clicking on the light you jumped, a loud shriek falling from your lips. 

Aone was sat in the middle of the floor, soaked to the bone with a box just as wet on his lap. You almost didn’t notice he was crying, thinking it was water falling from his hair until you heard his soft sniffles. Dropping your bag to the floor you made your way over to him, crouching down so you were eye level with him. You took his face in your hands, gently guiding his eyes to yours. 

“Hi love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you gave him a soft smile, making your voice as comforting as you could manage. He shook his head in response, plopping the box down onto the floor with another sob. 

“Look at this mess,” he cried, removing your hands from his face. He genuinely couldn’t look at you right now, he was too ashamed. “I didn’t spend our anniversary with you so I could surprise you and it looks like this, I’m sorry.”  

You looked around the room, the messy fort, numerous bouquets of your favorite flower, a lot of candles though you couldn’t tell what kind from your position. Turning your attention  back to him, you glanced down at the box he was pushing sadly. The words were smeared, you could barely make out ‘love you’ and ‘lucky’, the cake looking like it had been soaked in the sink. 

“I just wanted to make this a good day for you, and surprise you with things you loved, but I ruined it,” he sighed, you reached for his hand, “I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore. I ruined a perfectly good day.”

“Takanobu, don’t think like that,” you gasped, throwing your arms around him, ignoring the wetness that seeped into your clothes. “I love you, why on Earth would I not want to be with you?”

“I messed up,” he whispered against your shoulder, his hot tears rolling against your neck.

“You messed absolutely nothing up, all I see is the incredible man I love, who went to amazing lengths to give me a wonderful surprise,” you replied, rubbing his back.

“But it isn’t wonderful.”

“It is to me,” you pulled back, cupping his face once more, “You have my favorite flowers, you sent me out so you could surprise me, you bought me a cake! You even built me a fort and I know how much you hate trying to make those. You did all of this for me, and that makes it wonderful. Because it’s you. You could give me a piece of paper that says ‘love ya happy 5th’ and I would cherish it because it’s from you.”

He sniffed, nodding as if he understood. You smiled, finding him absolutely adorable as he did so without thinking about the fact you still held his face. 

“I love you, I really am sorry it didn’t turn out how I planned.”

“That’s okay, it’s beautiful, and well as for the cake we can make one of our own if you really want, but first we’re going to get you into a warm shower and some dry clothes okay?”

“Okay.”

“Happy five years Nobu-chan,” you kissed his lips lightly, standing to help him to his feet. 

“Happy five years y/n.”

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[booksarelife-stuff]

The Story of Us- Chapter 5

Jily (James Potter/ Lily Evans), minor wolfstar

Word Count: 3,999

Modern Muggle AU. When Lily Evans meets the man across the hall due to a fire alarm, she has no idea that a new chapter of her life has begun. Featuring a librarian Lily and sports journalist James.

Masterlist    Read on A03    Chapter 6

Chapter 5- but we were dancing

The options Mary presented to Lily were amazing. Lily didn’t think she could pull them off, despite Mary’s insistence that she would be stunning. In the end, Lily settled on an emerald green velvet dress that Mary insisted would look amazing on her and bring out her eyes. 

Lily had gotten Dorcas to come over to do her make-up because Lily was hopeless at eyeliner and she didn’t feel like winding herself up by re-doing it ten times before it only came out decent. 

“Can I see your dress?” Dorcas asked, lightly blending out the blush on Lily’s cheeks. 

“Sure,” Lily said, glancing at her analog clock on her bedside table. “We got time.”

“Do you know what James is wearing?” she asked. 

“Probably a suit,” Lily replied. Dorcas snorted. 

“Yes, probably,” she agreed. “I bet he is going to look dashing. Better than that walrus Petunia is marrying.”

Lily knew for a fact that James at his worst would look better than Vernon, but she didn’t even want to think about James and how dashing he’s going to look. 

“You’re all done!” she announced after putting some highlighter on the tip of her nose. She held out a mirror and Lily couldn’t believe how good she looked. The winged eyeliner and bright red lipstick were a bit much for the “natural” look Lily wanted, but Dorcas’s work was amazing. 

Lily told her as much as she went to her bathroom, the dress in the bag hanging from the door. Mary had already pressed it and made sure it fit her measurements, but Lily still hadn’t opened it. 

The dress was off the shoulder, so it exposed her collarbone and shoulders. There was a ruffle along the bust and sleeves to make her bust look bigger than it was.  There was a slit that opened up to her knee and Lily was thankful it didn’t climb higher.

When Lily looked in the mirror, she realized that Mary was right. The dress hugged her beautifully and her green eyes were shining. Her red hair stood out as well, even though Dorcas had pulled it up until an elegant knot on the back of her head, with a few pieces curled and framing her face. 

Dorcus gasped when Lily stepped out of the bathroom.

“You look drop-dead gorgeous,” she said, as Lily reached for her shoes. 

“It’s not too much, is it?” Lily asked. 

Dorcas shook her head. 

“No, but I don’t know how James is going to feel,” she said, a cheeky smile on her face. 

Lily spun around. 

“What does that mean?” 

“Oh come on Lily,” Dorcas said. “You have got to be joking.”

“I’m not.”

She sighed. 

“He couldn’t take his eyes off of you at the party,” she started. “You guys have lunch, what twice a week now? He watches Outlander with you! Outlander!”

Lily turned away and tried to focus on putting her heel on. She tried to ignore the implication of what Dorcas was saying because then that would cause her heart to start racing. 

“I’m just saying, if it isn’t into you, then I don’t know what he’s doing,” Dorcas said. 

“What if I’m not into him?” Lily whispered. 

Dorcas scoffed. 

“Then I’d be doubting your sexuality Lily,” she said. “I’m a lesbian and I think he is quite fit.”

“I don’t know yet,” Lily said. “I really like him but…”

“Scared?”

“A little yeah.”

“I think you would regret not trying,” Dorcas said, a tone of finality in her voice. Lily didn’t say anything more as Dorcas began checking her face and seeing any final touches that needed to be made. 

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door. Lily felt butterflies erupt in her stomach as Dorcas went to go answer it.

“James! You clean up nicely,” she heard Dorcas say. Lily took a deep breath and walked out of the hallway towards her living room where her front door is located. 

When she stepped in, her breath caught as she got sight of him. He was wearing a grey suit, one that had to be tailor made because it fit perfectly on him. His hair was a little more tame, but artfully messy. When Lily met his eyes, he was looking at her with wide eyes and his mouth open a bit. 

“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence. 

“Hi,” Lily replied. 

“You look gorgeous,” he said. 

“Thanks. Mary and Dorcas really came through for me,” Lily said. “You look nice.”

Lily wanted to kick herself. That was the lamest thing she could have said. 

James didn’t seem to mind as he smiled back. 

“Well, I should get going,” Dorcas interjected. Lily looked at her, a little ashamed to admit that she had forgotten she was in the room with them. 

“Bye! Thank you for the make-up!” Lily said, giving her friend a quick hug. Dorcas patted James on the arm before leaving. 

“So, ready to go?” James asked. Lily nodded and grabbed her phone and her keyes. She realized that she didn’t have anything to carry them in, but James took them and put them in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. 

Lily liked that he offered his arm to her as they waited for the elevator. She also liked that he volunteered to drive them there after Remus told him that Lily was a tiny bit scared of driving. He helped her into the car and Lily thought her heart was going to burst. 

“So I made a road trip playlist,” he said. “I put some bangers on there. I hope you don’t mind.”

Lily turned to him and smiled. “No I don’t.”

The drive was fun and it alone almost made Lily thankful this night. She was surprised that James knew every lyric to the Taylor Swift songs he put on the playlist. They had just done a wonderful rendition of “Better than Revenge” when James pulled into the parking lot of the ballroom that not doubtedly, Vernon’s family rented out.

“So why did her sister decide to have a black-tie engagement party?” James asked, turning his car off. 

“To show that she's better and classier than the rest,” Lily replied, rolling her eyes. 

“If this is the engagement party, I wonder what the wedding will be like,” he replied. 

“Probably the most outrageous thing you’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t know about that,” James said looking at her. “Some of the kids I went to school with are having some crazy weddings. One of them had the whole bridal party on horses.”

Lily laughed. 

“Don’t tell Petunia that. She’ll get ideas.” 

James opened his door and stepped out. Lily went to open hers but James was too quick. He hurried over to her side and opened the door for her and offered a hand to help her stand. 

Lily didn’t expect to be jumped on by her mother the second they walked in. 

“Lily, dear!” Rose Evans yelled, making Lily jump. She barely had time to drop James’s arm before her mother’s arms were around her. 

“Hello, mum,” she said, hugging her tightly. Her mom pulled away and inspected Lily. 

Lily looked awfully like her mum, but in a slightly different font. Lily was a head taller and her dark red hair was the obvious difference, but other than that, they had the same nose that turned up and eyes. 

Mum was looking her up and down. Lily inspected her as well. She was still looking good in her willowy frame. She was wearing a light pink dress that was only fitting for the mother of the bride.

“You look beautiful, dear,” she said. She looked at James, and her eyes widened. Lily could see the excitement in her eyes. “You must be Lily’s boyfriend Tuney talked on the phone with!”

“Mum-” Lily started, purposely not looking at James. “He’s not-”

“You are dashing! What’s your name, dear?” Rose said, talking over Lily. Lily felt her stomach drop.

“James Potter, ma’am,” James said, not missing a beat. He flashed her a charming smile. 

“Lovely! It’s been awhile since Lily has brought anyone over to meet the family!” Rose said, looking like she was on cloud nine. 

“That’s because-” Lily started. 

“I’m a special one, what can I say?” James said. 

“Well, go get your seats! There’s gonna be a toast before the party kicks off,” Rose said, ushering them forward. 

James smiled and nodded and grabbed Lily’s hand. He laced their fingers together. 

“I did not tell Petunia you were my boyfriend,” Lily whispered as soon as Rose was behind them. 

“I know,” James said. “But I couldn’t dash your mum’s dreams.”

Lily snorted. 

“Was charming mothers a class at your posh boarding school?” she whispered. 

“Yes, actually. It was after ‘How to smile like a politician,’,” James remarked. 

Lily laughed a little as they walked to the main ballroom. 

Lily couldn’t believe how much Vernon had dished out for the engagement party. Lily knows there was no way Petunia could afford it with her career as a make-up saleswoman for that pyramid scheme she worked for. 

The centerpieces were huge, filled with roses that were painted gold. There were fancy name plates in a cursive that was barely legible. Petunia’s colors were an awful combination of hot pink and a bright orange. The table cloths were alternating between those colors. 

There was a live band that was setting up, composed of cellos, harps, and other instruments that indicated to Lily she was not going to be able to dance to the Cupid Shuffle tonight. 

“Wow, this is something,” James said. Lily could tell she was holding back laughter. 

“I think that pink is bright enough to burn my eyes,” Lily whispered. 

There was an usher, who guided them to their seats. Lily wanted to roll her eyes at her sister, placing her in the back corner and probably with Vernon’s cousin who they had deemed to be lesser than them. 

James pulled her seat out for her. Lily rolled her eyes at him. 

“What a gentleman, thank you,” she said. 

“My Mum would have my head if I didn’t act my best today,” he replied, sitting next to her. 

“Does your mum know you’re here?” Lily asked, looking over at him. He nodded, his black curls bouncing a little. 

“I tell my mum everything,” he said. Lily wondered what that must be like. “Speaking of which, you have been invited to an event of mine.”

Lily raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yep. Sirius and mostly likely Remus will be going,” he said. Lily hummed. 

“What kind of an event?” she asked. 

“It’s the Potter’s annual charity event and auction,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s more laid back than this, like a cocktail party if you will.”

Lily blinked at him. 

“How rich are your parents?” Lily asked. James glanced at her, smiling a bit. 

“My father is Fleamont Potter, Lily,” he said. 

“No offense, but am I supposed to know who that is?”

“I’d be surprised if you did. He invented hairspray,” James said. 

Lily laughed. 

“Okay, you got me,” Lily said. “What did he really do?”

James took a sip of his water, his eyes not leaving Lily’s. 

“You have got to be kidding.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my pretend girlfriend.”

“Give me my phone.”

He handed it to her and did a Google search, only to see that James was absolutely right. 

“What the fuck?” she whispered. 

“Language Evans!” 

She handed her phone back to him, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. 

“Crazy, I know,” he said. 

“Why didn’t you mention this?” she asked. James shrugged. 

“Didn’t seem important.”

Lily rolled her eyes. Only James would think it wasn’t important that his father had invented the very product she had sprayed all over hair for most of her life. 

Turns out they were seated with Vernon’s cousins who they had deemed untowardly. Surprisingly enough though, they were the ones that Lily actually imagined having a shot at getting along with. 

James had so much charm, it was practically oozing out of him. He had charmed the socks off of Vernon’s cousin, Elizabeth with a simple tale from his uni days. 

Mingling was not one of her strong suits, but James made it a lot easier. 

Lily’s gut twisted when the speeches started to kick off the night. The first one to go was her sister’s best friend from secondary school, Makayla, who had assisted in making Lily’s life a nightmare. 

Her speech was fine until they started talking about the “good ol’ days.”

“One of my fondest moments from our friendship early on was when we found her sister eating alone outside,” Makayla started. Lily’s breath caught at the mention of this and she stiffened. 

She felt James grab her hand. He laced his fingers through her’s and squeezed once. 

“We felt so bad for her! So we decided to sit with her,” Makayla continued. “We knew it would damage our reputation, but that’s what you do for family.”

There were a few laughs.

“That was until Lily started to get smart with her mouth and Petunia dumped her lunch all over Lily!”

Lily remembers it like it was yesterday. She had been reading a book, when her sister’s hoard of girls descended over her. They were spewing fake compliments, Petunia’s backhanded ones as well, Lily had had enough and looked straight at her sister and fired back at her. 

Lily had beans in her hair for the rest of the day. 

No one laughed, but Makayla trucked on to the story of how she met Vernon. 

Lily’s pulse rate was up and she could feel her cheeks flush with anger. She almost wanted to leave the room, but James was holding her hand. She squeezed it and James leaned over. 

“I take it, that's not the whole story?” he whispered. Lily shook her head stiffly. 

She didn’t pay attention to anyone else’s speeches. She kept her eyes down and was content to staying in a bad mood until James started a thumb war on her lap. 

He had just won for the second time when everyone started standing. Lily looked around in confusion. 

“I think we can get up and mingle now,” James said. “Or maybe we’re supposed to go greet the bride and groom?”

There was a line forming in front of Vernon and Petunia. Lily’s eyes passed over them and on to the snack table that only a few others were at. Lily eyed the champagne. 

“Snacks?” she asked. 

“Lead the way.” 

James, once again, lended Lily his arm as they made their way through the crowd. 

“What kind of party doesn’t have a chocolate fountain?” James asked as they neared the snacks. 

“They probably thought it wasn’t posh,” Lily replied. 

“I’ve been to plenty of posh parties and there has always been a chocolate fountain,” James replied. Lily laughed a little. 

“What about a cheese fountain?” she asked. 

“That sounds disgusting.”

“You can grab a tortilla chip and cover it in cheese.”

“Nasty, Evans.”

James grabbed a plate and let Lily fill it with whatever she wanted. She made sure to grab enough for both of them, James only turning down champagne. 

“Well, I’m going to need a lot to get through this night,” Lily said, taking a sip. 

“I wish I could,” James said, sighing. 

“Thanks for driving,” she said, smiling at him. 

“You only use me, Evans,” James lamented before popping a strawberry into his mouth. 

Lily was about to reply when Makayla walked up. She was looking at James though, like Lily was completely invisible. Lily fought the urge to grab James and run but Makayla was quick. 

Lily wasn’t in the business of hating other women, though it was hard to fight the societal pressures that had been pushed upon her since she was a kid. She didn’t hate Makayla because she was pretty or because popular in school. She hated her because Lily had spent many days crying and fearing her presence. 

“I don’t believe we met before?” she asked, extending a hand to James. “Are you one of Vernon’s cousins?”

James almost snorted, but Lily could see he was fighting his prep school education. He shook her hand. 

“No, I’m Lily’s boyfriend,” he said, smiling widely. 

Lily didn’t miss how her face fell a bit. She took a big gulp of her champagne. James put his arm around Lily and brought her closer. 

“Oh! I didn’t know Lily had a boyfriend. Petunia failed to mention that,” she said.

“This is the first time I’m meeting the family,” James said, smoothly. “We haven’t been dating long.”

“Oh well, this is a perfect occasion for that,” Makayla agreed. She finally turned her gaze to Lily. “How have you been Lily?”

“I’ve been good, thanks,” Lily said, forcing herself to smile and keep her tone light. 

“Still in school?”

“Post-grad,” Lily replied, evenly. Makayla hummed and turned her eyes to James again. James quickly stuffed food in his mouth, avoiding having to answer another question. 

“This has been lovely, but we really should be queuing to see Petunia and Vernon,” Lily said. “See you later.”

James followed Lily as they walked to the back of the queue. 

“I’m offended,” James said when they stopped. “She thought I was related to Vernon.”

“I bet she didn’t,” Lily mused. “She probably used that as an opener.”

James scoffed. “That’s a bloody fucking horrible opener.”

Lily laughed. They shared the snacks and Lily told him about the people she was recognizing. She didn’t have any cousins and her aunt had passed sometime ago, so it was only Vernon’s family and she didn’t know much about them. 

The couple in front of them started talking, revealing them to be Vernon’s cousins who had been shunned because she had gotten a divorce. It was nice bonding by being the family outcasts. 

Lily didn’t feel nervous until she was staring at her sister. 

Petunia was wearing a dress that Lily could admit was very pretty, but the sneer on her face is what made her ugly to Lily. Vernon was wearing an black suit with an orange shirt that blinded Lily’s eyes. 

“Lily,” Petunia said, stiffly. “How lovely to see you.”

Lily was determined not to live up to Petunia expectations, no matter how much she wanted to yell at her. 

“Lovely to see you as well,” Lily replied. “And Vernon as well.”

Lily saw Vernon eyeing James. 

“I’m James,” he said, a posh smile on his face. “I’m Lily’s date.”

“Or boyfriend, as you had decided to call it,” Lily added. 

“What do you James?” Vernon asked, shaking his hand. 

“Oh, I’m a trust fund baby,” James said smiling. “I don’t really need to work. I may go get a job at a McDonalds though. It’ll keep me on my toes.”

Lily bit back a smile as Vernon started to turn red. 

“Really?” he gasped. 

“No, just kidding,” James said. “I’m a journalist.”

The way Petunia’s jaw dropped, Lily would think that someone had committed a horrible sin right in front of her. 

“Is this the company you’ve been keeping, sister?” Petunia hissed. 

“Yep. Every night. We live together now,” Lily said, knowing it would make Petunia blow a gasket. It worked. 

“Vernon and I aren’t even living together yet! And we’re engaged,” she whispered scandalized. 

“Hm, maybe we shouldn’t tell them about the pregnancy scare?” James said, turning to Lily. 

Lily pulled him away as Petunia let out a little shriek. Lily was holding in a laugh as they walked through the tables. 

“Too far?” James asked. Lily shook her head. 

“No, just far enough,” she said. “They’re going to think you’re a sinning vagrant like me.”

James rolled his eyes. “If anyone here is a vagrant, it’s me Evans.”

Lily’s mother was waiting for them by their table and Lily’s laughter stopped. She hoped her mother wasn’t going to be stern with her. She felt like a kid again. 

“What did you say to get Petunia so mad?” Rose asked, swirling her glass around in the cup. 

“Oh, normal stuff,” Lily replied. Rose smiled. 

“I can’t believe you found a willing accomplice,” Rose said, gesturing to James. 

“I prefer partners in crime,” James replied. 

Rose smiled. 

“I’m going to ask that you guys stay for about an hour before you sneak out,” she said. 

Lily huffed as she was just about to ask James if they could leave and go get McDonalds. 

“Fine.”

With that Rose left, giving them a small smile. Lily and James some more snacks and soon the little band was playing. James stood up and offered his hand. 

“Uh,” Lily said, staring at it. “I don’t know how to dance.”

“Not a problem. I’ll teach you.”

The truth was that Lily could probably get the gist of it fairly quickly, but the issue was that she had never danced with anyone before. Like never, ever, danced with anyone before. Not even at the little dodgy dances that school threw. She went to one and no one had asked her. 

For some reason, it was nerve racking, being that close to James. Sure, she sat next to him on the couch, shoulders bumping, their legs touching. But this seemed intimate.

Too intimate for their friendly relationship. 

James squeezed her hand as he led her to the dance floor. He gave her his wide, easy smile. It made her feeling comfortable, knowing that he was going to be embarrassed by her as they danced. 

They ended up doing the stereotypical slow dance that wasn’t really a dance. Just swaying with their arms around each other. 

Petunia only seemed to have picked ballads for this occasion because not a single song went to an upbeat tempo. So their position was cemented, one hand with their finger’s threaded together, his other on her waist and her other resting in between shoulder blades. 

“I’ll teach you to properly dance,” he said. “One day.”

“When will I ever need that?” she asked, smiling a little. James smiled too. 

“If you are accompanying me to any and all Potter events, you’ll need to know.”

Lily groaned but she wasn’t bothered in the slightest. 

It fell silent between them. Lily looked up at him, taking in his jaw and the way the lights of the room reflected in his glasses. 

Another ballad started and Lily realized she liked this. A lot. She liked being this close to James, she liked grabbing his hand, she liked sharing laughs between them. 

She liked James. A lot. More than she ought to. She wondered how this snuck up on her like that. She didn’t know the exact moment she started feeling that way, but based on the intensity, it had to have been for a while. 

James glanced down at her and she averted her eyes, staring at his tie. 

He adjusted their position. He encouraged Lily to get closer and she obliged. Her arm went around him and she rested her head on his shoulder while his hand rested on her back. He kept their fingers threaded together though. 

Lily’s heart was thumping and she hoped James couldn’t feel it, as there was no room to speak of between their bodies. She could hear James’s thumping.. 

She could melt right there in that very spot, that’s how close they were. She wanted to be this way forever. 

Lily forgot that the back of her shoulders were bare from how the neckline of the dress was until she felt James’s hand gently trace a circle on her bare skin. It made her body start to tingle and long to feel his hands everywhere on her. 

The song changed and Lily realized she was going to have to do something about this. But not right now.

“I think it’s been an hour,” she whispered. 

“Wanna get out of here?” 

“Yes please.”

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A Knight and a Princess’s Heart Entwine

Part 6

Summary: Being together brings love and angst

The wooden wheels of the wagon creaked as it continued down the dirt road. He looked down at you from the corner of his eye. “Will you, grace me with telling me how you occupied yourself while we were apart.”

“Elmont, I was so incredibly bored.” You met his blue eyes. “These three years has seen the completion of several tapestries.

He chuckled. “Do you remember when you were stuck working on them during the festival?”

You shook your head. “The highlight of that time, was you coming and trying to make me laugh.”

Elmont, sat a little straighter. “I am an honorable knight, I would never go out of my way to make you laugh in front of others.

Your eyes met, you leaned against each other and started giggling.

“I should tell you, I was courted.”

“Oh, were you?”

You nodded. “He was a young lord, from well quite a distance away.”

“Was he young and strapping?”

“Yes. Terribly so. Hair has black as a raven, eyes as green as moss after a rain.”

“Oh did he?”

You nodded, “Even Radella found him quite dashing.”

Elmont, you noticed had slumped a little. You had only meant to be playful.

“Did she, I had no idea that she had a heart that could flutter.” His words had an edge.

“Apparently, she grew even more smitten when she watched with me him win quite a few tournaments in my name.”

“Oh, he did that?”

You nodded. “But there was something he didn’t do or have that would have made that work out for the two of us.”

“What was that?”

Inhaling, you wrapped your arms around his middle. “My heart.” You held on tighter. The scent of rosemary and thyme, and the musky scent of him filled your nose it reminded you of the times the two of you snuck away.

“Truly?” His voice sounded like the croaking of a frog.

You buried your face into his soft, yet strong side. “Yes, you are the only one who has my heart.” You smiled as you felt his body relax.

“So what happened?”

“Nothing. I turned down the proposal.”

“What of your father’s wishes?”

You shrugged. “He actually was the only one who did not have a fondness for him. So it was easy, when I told him I didn’t wish to return the courtship.”

“Good man.” Looking up, you saw a smiling playing on his lips under his goatee.

“Elmont?”

“Yes, you smell incredibly good.” As you nuzzled your nose against him he chuckled a little before you reluctantly pulled back.

He smiled. “I wanted to smell good for you, even if you had forgotten about me.”

“Oh, you had better tell me about this.”

“Since, we’ve parted life has been also quiet dull for me as well.” Watching, him bit his bottom lip as he looked back remembering caused the butterflies to flap inside of you a touch harder. “I stuck in a rut of training so the king sent me out and a small handful of men to visit the lands and other lords.”

“And you didn’t meet or see any ladies along the way you’d want to start a new chapter with?”

“There were times late at night, I would miss the feel of petal soft lips I had once felt on my own lips, my cheeks.”

Your heart stopped a mere moment. “Elmont, those lips had better have been mine.”

Elmont, pulling on the reins he stopped the wagon. Turning, where he sat, he nodded. “Yes, my dear girl those lips belong to you.”

“Good.”

“A good, friend of mine Allard was the one who told me you would be arriving today.”

“How did he know?” You were quite confused.

A large smile spread across his face. “He is carrying on quite the affair with one of the lord’s cooks.”

“Oh, that is quite the affair.”

He nodded. “Yes. Well, you see he remembered seeing how I was because of you.”

“How were you?” You smiled.

“Quite happier, my little moon.” He rested his hands yours. “Word, had traveled that after all this time he finally found someone to have heirs with.” The words made your stomach churn, you did not like being seen as merely a vessel for heirs. “So when she confirmed the news, he told me.”

“I had no idea, I would see you.” You really would have to enjoy this time with him, you looked past him. You tried not to cry.

“Darling, I am sorry.”

You looked up into his dark blue eyes. “What do you have to be sorry about?” If he told you of another, you felt anguish fill your heart. Teasing about another had been cruel, if anyone had to be sorry it was you.

“I referred to you as someone he could merely have heirs with.” He squeezed your hands. “That was a bit brutish on my part.”

You pressed your lips together. “It’s true. My father refers to it as a great alliance but I know what it means.”

“And I will forever give my life for you and them.” Now he was the one who looked away.

You moved closer, reaching up you cupped his cheek. “Elmont, look at me.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He looked down. “Enough, of all this. Right now, we agreed I would be yours and you mine.”

“That was true.”

“Elmont, kiss me then. Kiss me like you did when escaped to the lake.”

He pulled off his leather gloves. “Do you know how much, I have missed the feel of them?”

“I fell asleep struggling with the memories of yours.” You admitted.

“Oh, my precious moon.”

He drew closer to you now. The pleasure of when your lips first touched was as sharp as a slap but was as sweet and soft as a cake. As you shook under the kiss, he held you against him. He stilled the trembles.

Nature, had other ideas and cold rain came down upon the two of you. A shriek erupted from you, the two of you parted. You pulled your hood up as he put his gloves back on hastily. Reaching, behind the two of you. He tugged and pulled and freed his dark cloak. He easily fastened it around his throat.

“I will get us to the first village, they will have shelter and a warm meal for us.”

For awhile, before anything came into view, you remained close to his warm side. The kiss you shared still bring a tingle to your lips and to the rest of you. It brought a flush of warmth the rain couldn’t steal.

The wagon, bounced and creaked as it moved at a pace against the mud and rocks of the road. The horses, moved at good pace. There was no need to give an extra nudge to get them moving.

“I will long, till you can wrap them around me again. But we had better part.”

Your heart lowered. “Yes. It will be the same for me.”

Parting, you sat back and straight. The wind began to pick up, making the rain hit you hard in the face. The rain rain and seeped into places your cloak could not protect. It slipped down your dress. It was not comfortable. Holding, the hood close in one hand and the cloak with another you tried to keep rain’s fingers away.

“This rain is quiet dreadful. Is it common in these parts?”

“Sometimes, in the spring. Hopefully, it won’t last terribly long. Ahh, there he pointed with a gloved hand there is the gate.”

Sure, enough you saw what looked like a very strong wall. Pulling, on the reins he slowed the stopped the wagon.

A man, walked down the wall and looked down at the two of you. “What, an elaborate wagon for these parts. Your business, what is it here?”

“Stay here.” He whispered to you, then he climbed down. He sheltered his eyes from the pelting rain. “Good sir, I am Elmont the captain of the guard for his majesty, King Bramhwell.”

“The king? He is a good king.”

“He is sir.” Elmont, agreed. “I am here to escort, Lord Jared Bullard’s betrothed. She is to see her lands and meet her people.”

The man, looked over at you and gave a warm smile, bowing slightly. “My lady, welcome to our humble village.” He began to open the gate. “We heard of your visit, the tavern is prepared for you and your guardian.”

“Thank you, sir.” You said, warmly.

“This is good. Always, pleasant when a visit can start on a pleasant enough start despite the weather.” He whispered as he climbed back in to the wagon beside you. You could not help but notice and already miss even the briefest of touches. “Thank you!” “Elmont called out, once he took ahold of the reins. “The lord will be happy to hear of such a warm welcome.”

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#elmont x y/n #elmont x you #elmont imagine #elmont fanfiction #elmont x reader #elmont #jack the giant slayer fanfiction #jack the giant slayer #ewan mcgregor #part 6 #a knight and a princess’s heart entwine

[twstankin]

Revisions ( My Twst Persona Au )

(Edited Version for spelling mistakes)

Prologue - Part One

Wake Up Call

It’s finally here! Part one of the story! Still super nervous but y’all seemed to like the Scarabia sneak peek. It’s gonna be a bit before we get there. I also have to note, it’s going to be awhile before we get to the juicy persona stuff because this story follows the game’s plot. I apologize for any errors, but no beta we die like men here. If anyone wants to beta read for me I’d be really greatful~

I hope you enjoy!

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The first thing Yuu’s mind registered when they drifted into consciousness was the rattling of a door. The second thing was how uncomfortable their body felt, like they were crammed into a small space. They were laying on their back on top of a wooden surface. They tried to shift their body to provide comfort, but they were stopped by the walls of the box. What the hell was going on? Are they dead? Kidnapped? Buried alive? Their cynical thoughts were interrupted by a scuffing sound from the world outside their dark boxy prison.

“Gotta hurry. People are coming. Gotta get a uniform…!” The lid rattled again, but with more force this time. Yuu found themselves frozen as they tried to comprehend what exactly was going on.

“Grr! Why is it so heavy? Open! Open!” The voice outside panted. Yuu was tempted to call out for help or try to push against the lid themself. “Time for my secret move! Fu~naaaa~!”

The box became an oven in an instant. Were they being cremated?! “GYAAAAAAAAAAH! HOT HOT HOT!” They screamed as they pressed their back onto the wooden one of the box. They squeezed their eyes shut and tried to move away from the heat. It was useless, but what else could they do? The heat left as quickly as it came. They heard the sound of the lid popping off and slowly opened up one eye.

They were met with the blue eyes and smug grin of… a raccoon? A cat? Whatever it was, it had grey fur and a white fluffy belly. A tattered black and white striped bow had been tied around its neck. Yuu could have confused it with a normal animal, except for the blue fire that lined its ears and the forked devil tail.

“Hehe~ your uniform is mine~.” The creature spoke. The voice fit the little monster. It hopped into the box and on top of Yuu and began to fiddle with the purple and black robes they wore. They didn’t have a chance to question their sudden wardrobe change, because their reflexes kicked in at the moment. They hoisted their body up which caused the monster to be knocked off of them.

“Don’t touch me!” 

“Geh-?! WHY ARE YOU UP?!”

Yuu blinked. “A talking raccoon in a room full of floating coffins… is this hell?”

The offended look on the monster's face made their heart drop. “I am not a raccoon! I am the great grim!” He huffed. “Whatever. Oí human! Give me those robes!”

Did… Did that fucking raccoon just order them to strip?!

“Otherwise…”  flames erupted around the two and Yuu found themselves moving away from the sudden heat again. “I’ll roast ya!”

While Yuu didn’t doubt that he would, but they had dignity! Anger flooded their body. This pint-sized little-. “Over my rotting corpse!” They yelled and yanked themselves out of the coffin. They booked it to the first entrance they saw.

“Oí! Get back here!” The raccoon’s voice faded away as they ran as fast as their legs would take them.

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After a mad dash through various rooms and hallways before Yuu found themselves in a library. ‘A perfect place to hide!’ A bit cliché but they were in no situation to judge. With their back pressed to a bookshelf, the reality of what was going on set in. “If I am dreaming, somebody please wake me up.” Unfortunately for them, blue fire ripped them from their thoughts a second time that night.

“Hehe, stupid human! You can’t escape from the great Grim’s awesome nose!” 

‘Ah. He found me.’

“I’ll say it again, hand over the robes or get burned to a- GYAA!” A whip wrapped around the monster and restrained him. “Ow! Where did this cord come from?” A figure behind him glared down at the him. 

“This is no mere cord! It is a whip of love!” The mysterious man who had just saved their life was oddly dressed. He looked like a train driver. A coat with a blue collar and feathered shoulders rested on his back and a matching top hat with the same blue ribbon and feathers sat on his head. Under the coat his clothing was relatively normal. A black vest, tie, and pants with a white dress shirt. The truly odd thing about his appearance was the bird mask that rested on his face. His eyes didn’t show very much aside from the glowing yellow pupils. 

“Ah, I finally found you. Are you perhaps the missing student?” He turned to Yuu. “You really shouldn’t go off like that! Leaving the gate on your own!” He glared at the raccoon again. “And your familiar isn’t even tamed! Another violation of the school rules!” 

Both the monster and Yuu objected to that statement. No way was this hairball their familiar! After all the hell he’s put them through…

“Oí let me go! I’m not their familiar!”

“Right… he’s not-“

Birdman shook his head before cutting Yuu off. “Sure sure. The most rebellious ones always say that. Just zip it.” Then he gagged the monster. “How troublesome are you? A new student like yourself leaving the gate all on your own…”

“Never mind that, we’re late to the opening ceremony. Please follow me to the hall of mirrors.” Birdman began walking towards the exit dragging Yuu and the monster with him.

“Wait a moment… new student? And what’s a gate?” Yuu still had no idea about what was happening before them. They were already enrolled in a school from the few hazy memories that remained, and where the hell were they?!

Birdman acknowledged them this time, “ The room you awoke in, the one with all the doors. Those who wish to be students here must pass through one of the doors to arrive here. Normally, students wake up only after the door is unlocked with a special key but…” he trailed off. 

“Oh… so those coffins. They were actually doors.”

“The culprit here seems to be this familiar!” He tugged at Grim. “The rules state that if you are going to bring one, then you must take care and responsibility for it.” He paused for a moment. “Now isn’t the time to be scolding you. The ceremony will be done soon, so let’s hurry.” He nudged Yuu towards the door but they still had questions that needed to be answered. “Hold on! Where am I? And who are you?” 

“Hm? It appears the transportation magic has left you disoriented. It happens often! I’ll explain as we make our way, for I am so gracious.”

‘Gracious? Does everyone around here have an ego?’

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Once they entered what Yuu could call a courtyard, Bird man began to fill them in.

“You are currently In Night Raven College's Main building. This is a school for magicians blessed with a unique aptitude for magic from all over the world. It’s one of the most prestigious magical academies in Twisted wonderland. And I am the Headmaster, appointed to watch over this academy, Dire Crowley.” It was nice to finally stop calling him birdman all the time. But one thing was off.

“Magician? I think you have the wrong guy…”

Crowley ignored the last part of Yuu’s sentence in favor of continuing his explanation. “Only those magicians dubbed worthy by the dark mirror can attend this school. Potential students use the gates and are summoned from all over the world.”

 This dark mirror had clearly screwed up… unless Yuu was like a book protagonist and had a secret magic power?! Excitement and ideas of what might be raced through them. 

‘I take back my wish! I don’t want to wake up yet!’

“An Ebony carriage that carries the gate should have gone to meet you.” Alas poor Yuu could not remember such A thing. Hopefully their memories would come back to them soon. “The Carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the dark mirror. A long time ago the market decided that carriages are used for special occasions to welcome people.”

“And where is this market?”

Crowley ignored him once again. ‘For someone so gracious he’s quite rude…’ “Come. We’re almost at the entrance ceremony.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The room that Crowley brought them to was packed full of students dressed in similar robes as Yuu, Black robes with purple and gold accents. It seemed as if the ceremony was already over. Students stood in large groups talking with each other, as other students began preparations to leave. It was nerve wracking to say the least. All of them could use magic? It was a bit of a scary thought. They all had a huge advantage over poor little Yuu! Most even towered over them.

“I am here~” Crowley called out into the room. All eyes turned to the trio. Yuu sunk into the hood of their robe. “Ah there he is.” A student said. “We were missing a student! I went out to go find them, for I am so kind~” he stopped addressing the mass of students and turned to Yuu. “As the only person left who has yet to be assigned a dorm, I shall keep the raccoon company. Go, step in front of the dark mirror.” Yuu did as they were told.

The walk to the mirror felt like a lifetime. Every pair of eyes in the room was trained on them. ‘No pressure.’ The so-called dark mirror floated in the middle of the room. It was larger than Yuu, and it had a beautiful golden trim. Green fire and a white mask with gold accents was reflected back at them. It was so cool, and Yuu had a feeling that they had seen this same mirror before.

“State thy name.”

“Yuu.”

“Yuu… The shape of Thy soul is…”

‘Here it comes…!’

“I do not know.”

‘...What?’

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Well here we are! God am I tired. Once I post this I’ll head to bed ;w;

... probably.

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[bitletsanddrabbles]

WIP Wednesday, Morning Edition

Since a good portion of my vacation was dedicated to doll customization, there will be a second one of these later, after I’ve snapped some in-progress pictures. For now, though, for my usual Downton audience, a longer-than-usual chunk from one of my novels-in-progress.

I thoroughly blame @alex51324 for writing the wonderful “Jeeves and the Inferior Valet” and thus introducing me to Wodehouse. While this isn’t in anyway related to that fic, other than the obvious subject matter, I feel that is absolutely credit that should be given. I’ve been working on this piece, off and on, for a couple of years now. If we all live to be 90, you may get to read it complete! As it is, I’m trying to nudge it along right now, so here, have the opening:

It seems to me that one must never be too glad to be alive. That is to say, whenever one is feeling his best, his most topping self, Fate seems to take it as a personal affront and sets about correcting things. On the morning of which I speak, I woke perfectly refreshed. I felt so all together zippy that if someone had barged into my bedroom and insisted on a conversation before I’d downed a single cup of tea, I might well have nearly managed. The weather was clement and with the help of a horse named Dark Secret who had managed a rather impressive win the day before, so was my bank account. Of course, a Wooster never has much to worry about when it comes to affording life’s niceties, but it is always nice to come out on the proper side of these things. Yes, it was with this sunny outlook on life that I applied myself to breakfast and was tucking into the eggs and b. when Jeeves appeared with two clouds to shadow my good cheer.

“Mrs. Travers called earlier, sir,” he informed me.

“Aunt Dahlia?” The news was somewhat surprising, I admit, but no cause for alarm. After all, Aunt Dahlia is my good aunt. That is to say, my better aunt. That is to say the aunt who isn’t Aunt Agatha who could turn a gorgon to stone with her glare and is forever trying to shackle me with a job or a wife, preferably both. “What does she want?”

“As the owner and editor of Milady's Boudoir, she has been invited to spend the weekend in Yorkshire at the estate of the Earl of Grantham,” Jeeves reported dutifully. “The Earl’s younger daughter, the Marchioness of Hexham, runs the Sketch and has apparently organized a small gathering of women in the profession.”

“Hexham?” The Woosters might be gentlemen, but none of us can boast of hobnobbing with the upper echelons of the peerage. Once you get past the honorable misses and misters, we find ourselves a bit outclassed, no matter how noble our hearts. Still, one hears of people, in the right circles, and nothing I’d heard about the Marquess of Hexham had lead me to believe he’d be married before the age of sixty, and then under great protest. “When did the Marquess of Hexham find time to get married? Isn’t he the one who’s always off in Tangiers?”

“That was the previous Lord Hexham,” Jeeves corrected my error. “If you’ll recall sir, he died last year. Malaria, I believe.”

“Oh, that’s right. Dashed sorry to hear that.” Admittedly, I never actually met the man in my life, but there are some things you simply feel sorry about. Forgetting someone has died is one of them.

“He was quite well liked in certain circles and will be missed. His cousin, the current Marquess, was married this past December.”

Clearly I was on the right page now, but something still seemed a bit rummy about it. “But isn’t the family home in Northumberland? Why wouldn’t the Marchioness have it there?”

“I have no idea, sir.”

The only thing I could think of was that the size of the building was more accommodating to the cause. “I can’t imaging an Earl having a grander house than a Marquess.”

“It would seem odd, sir.”

“Still, I suppose if you’re a Marchioness who wants to have a to-do at her father’s house, and he’s only an Earl, you can jolly well do as you please and not much he can do about it, what?”

“I would imagine so, yes sir. Whatever the lady’s reasoning for the location, Mr. Travers has been taken ill, and so Mrs. Travers would like you to come with her to help make up the numbers at dinner.”

“That is straight out,” I replied, with a fair amount of relief. I like Aunt Dahlia well enough, but spending more time with her than it takes to enjoy a dinner from her French chef Anatole is generally courting disaster. A fellow could easily find himself in chokey for the theft of a cow creamer, for instance. “I have a very important dinner at the Drone’s club tomorrow night and it is imperative I don’t miss it.”

“Very good, sir. Mrs. Gregson also called.”

“Aunt Agatha?” I nearly choked on a piece of bacon. The day suddenly seemed less sunny. That is to say, while the first cloud didn’t look so alarming, this one promised rain, thunder, and possibly a lightening strike or two. “And the purpose of her call?” I asked, once I’d cleared the old palate.

“She wishes you to have dinner with her tonight,” Jeeves replied, making it seem like a remarkably mundane event. Meals with Aunt Agatha are never mundane, and not because she has an extraordinary French chef. Her chef is of the perfectly ordinary, English variety.  “Apparently there is a young lady by the name of the right Honorable Miss Proops she believes you should meet.”

If there is any announcement perfectly calculated to make the Wooster blood run cold, it’s hearing that Aunt Agatha wants me to meet a young lady. The woman is determined to see me married off and churning out offspring like crumpets from a bakery. I hardly see why since she makes no attempt to disguise the fact she doesn’t like me. I’d think she’d prefer me to die a childless bachelor, rather than populating the world with little Bertrams. What’s worse, she seems to think I should be attached to an ‘improving’ sort of woman, the sort that keeps up on Freud and the other philosophers and carries on the sort of academic conversation one avoided at Oxford. “Grim business, Jeeves. Very grim.”

“I can not imagine it would be a pleasant evening for you, sir.”

“No, not pleasing in the least. Especially since there is only one reason that Aunt Agatha ever wants me to meet a Miss anyone. If I’m not careful, I’ll be engaged by the dessert course. ” I prodded at my e., suddenly devoid of appetite. “Still, I daren’t not attend, not without jolly good reason. What do you suggest?” I gave him my most imploring look. If ever I was in need of that amazing brain of his, it was now.

“I would suggest you go to Yorkshire with Mrs. Travers, sir,” Jeeves replied with a promptness that bespoke forethought. I began to suspect he’d presented the phone calls to me in the order he did for a purpose, and I was soon to be proven correct. “Since you learned of her offer first, Mrs. Gregson can, with a reasonable amount of truthfulness, be told it was a previous engagement. It has the further advantage of being well away from London and, according to an acquaintance of mine who happens to live in the very village we will be visiting, has lovely weather this time of year.”

“The old Metrop. does get a bit oppressive around this season,” I agreed, quickly warming to the idea. There was still only one point of hesitation. “This Earl, though. He doesn’t happen to collect antique silver, does he?”

“No sir. Lord Grantham is known for collecting snuff boxes, which none of your family is interested in, and favors Labradors over terriers for canine companionship. Also, his two living daughters are both safely married.”

I needed no further convincing. “Right-ho, Jeeves! Call Aunt Dahlia and let her know we’d be delighted to accompany her. Then pack my cases for the country. This will be a perfect chance to wear my new tie!”

“Not the Macclesfield, sir, surely.”

I did not like the tone in which he said that. Largely, I have come to accept Jeeves’s view on the contents of my wardrobe, hidebound as it is, but there are days it seems he’s going absolutely backwards. “And what’s wrong with it?”

“While it is a fine tie in many regards, it does not suite your complexion-.”

“Hang my complexion, Jeeves,” I countered gamely, before he could add his customary ‘sir’. “Every once in awhile a man’s complexion needs something new, something zippy to shake it up.” He looked ready to protest, so I fixed him with my steeliest gaze. Absolutely unbendable. “I will wear it, Jeeves!”

“Very good, sir.”

As he was turning to leave, a thought occurred to me. “By the way, you said Lord Grantham’s two living daughters were married. Has he any others?”

“His Lordship’s youngest daughter, Mrs. Sybil Branson nee Crawley, died in childbirth back in 1920. Her husband, Mr. Branson, lives at Downton with his in-laws.”

“Ah. Good to know.” Storing that information away in my head as something not to bring up over dinner, I turned my attention to finishing my breakfast.

So there you go! The suitably improbable intro! At least, I feel it’s pretty durn unlikely, even before the movie, that Edith would hold a writer’s conference at Downton, or if she did that she’d invite Aunt Dahlia, etc. But this isn’t about realism, it’s about having an excuse to write Bertie being an idiot and Thomas being a snark face in the same story. Who says you can’t have everything?

In other news, I fully understand why Wodehouse spent so much time writing Jeeves and Wooster stories. Bertie’s a blast!

#downton abbey #jeeves and wooster #p.g. wodehouse #crossover #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #wip wednesday #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves

[q-gorgeous]

Flowers

fanfiction

hidey hey finally fkkin finished this oh my god

“Hey, Valerie!”

Valerie turns and looks over her shoulder, looking for who called her name, only to see Kwan jogging down the hall behind her. He comes to a stop just a couple steps away and puts on a shy smile. 

“Do you wanna go to the dance with me?”

Valerie smiled back at him. “Are you trying to put the moves on me again, Kwan?”

“No!” He shook his head. “I’m just not really interested in anyone right now and I thought we could still go as friends. And you know, hang out with everyone else.”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds fun.” Valerie said. “I’ll let you know if I’m able to get off of work that day, alright?”

“Right! See you later, Valerie!” He gave a small wave and began to head back down the hall. 

“Bye!”

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“Okay, Kwan.” Valerie said, holding her phone between her shoulder and ear as she washed her dishes from dinner. “Did we wanna match? Or are we just wearing whatever?”

“Oooooo, yeah. Let’s do matching colors! What color do you wanna wear?”

Valerie scrunched up her nose and scrubbed a plate a little harder. “How about red?”

“I like that! I’ll pick up a tie when I go find a corsage and boutonniere.”

“A corsage and boutonniere? It’s just the winter formal, do we need those?” Valerie asked. 

“C’mon, Val! It’ll be fun! When’s the last time either of us got to wear pretty flowers?”

Valerie chuckled and began to dry off the plate she’d been washing. “I guess you got a point there. I have to go work on homework now but I’ll see you tomorrow, Kwan.”

“Bye! Have fun!”

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“Hi, Mr. Gray. Is Valerie ready yet?”

Valerie could hear Kwan talking to her dad out in the living room as she finished putting on her earrings. She grabbed her purse and headed out to meet them. 

“Hey, Kwan.” Valerie waved as she walked through the room, smiling. She saw her dad stooped over, as if he’d been talking in a hushed voice.

“You’re not tearing into him are you dad?” Valerie rolled her eyes. “I told you we’re just going as friends and that we’re gonna meet everyone else at the dance when we get there.”

Damon stood up straight and crossed his arms behind his back. “Pft, no. I was just telling him that I hope you guys have fun today.”

“Mhm, sure.” As Valerie approached she saw the box in Kwan’s hand and the boutonniere on his jacket. “Ooh that’s such a pretty flower, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one before. Where’d you get it?”

Kwan helped Valerie get the corsage out of the box and on her wrist as he replied. “Mrs. Fenton was giving them away to students for free! She has a bunch of these growing in the backyard and had Mr. Fenton help her make some. Isn’t that cool?”

Wrinkling her nose, Valerie studied the flower on her wrist. “Why are they just handing out flowers? Are you sure they didn’t contaminate them somehow?”

Kwan waved his hand in dismissal. “Nah, wouldn’t they be glowing or something? Besides they smell pretty good.”

She took a small whiff, but the longer she breathed in the more the smell began to sting. She must be getting sick. 

“Okay, are you ready?” Kwan nodded and Valerie turned to her dad. “I’ll see you later! I should be home by eleven, if not I’ll text you.” She waved goodbye and started heading out the door. 

“Have fun!” Her dad said and then closed the door behind them. 

“So.” Valerie started as they walked down the hall. “Are Dash and Danny really going to the dance together?” 

Kwan nodded. “I’m not sure how either of them got the courage to ask the other, but it happened somehow. I’m willing to bet ten bucks that they’re gonna be super awkward tonight.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” Valerie said, scratching at her wrist where the corsage was wrapped around it. “Sometimes Danny can be more than just a nervous wreck. I’m sure he’ll woo Dash at the dance.”

They made their way to the doors of the apartment building and headed to Kwan’s car. Valerie sat down and buckled her seatbelt. They chatted as they drove, and soon they came upon Casper High and it’s full parking lot. 

Pulling their tickets out from their purse and pocket, Valerie and Kwan went to stand in line with the other students. While she waited, she heard her name be called from behind them. 

“Valerie! Hey!” 

Turning, Valerie saw Danny walking towards them with Dash at his side and Sam and Tucker following them. Dash was wearing a white suit with a green vest while Danny had a black suit with a green bowtie to match. Sam had on a pretty black and purple gothic dress while Tucker just wore a plain black suit and yellow tie. 

“Hey, guys! What’s up?” Valerie called. 

Danny groaned. “My parents would not let us leave the house until they got about a million pictures of all of us! They’re being so overbearing today.”

“C’mon Danny.” Sam said. “I’m sure they just wanted to get a memory of meathead’s first step in real character growth.”

“Hey!” Dash exclaimed. “I’ve gone through a lot of development over the past couple months!”

“Hey, Danny, how come you guys aren’t wearing the flowers your parents were handing out to students?” Kwan asked suddenly. 

The four of them shared a look together before Danny nervously chuckled.

“I mean, my parents made them, what did you expect? Besides, we didn’t really want flowers. It’s a bit over the top for us, you know?”

Valerie nodded. “Yeah, sure.” Out of the corner of her eye Valerie could see the line moving forward. “Come on, guys! We’re almost in.”

Slowly the line moved forward and soon they were inside the school and in the gym where fairy lights were strung around along with the DJ’s light set up. There was an area with a bunch of tables, one of them filled with food. 

“Wow! Didn’t know there was gonna be a buffet here!” Tucker said excitedly before dashing off. 

Valerie shook her head and looked towards the rest of the group. 

“Are you guys ready to dance?”

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It was later in the night and they were all dancing together when the DJ lowered his lights and started speaking over the microphone.

“Alright everybody, it’s time to grab your special someone and pull them close, but not too close, for a romantic dance together.”

Valerie and Kwan stepped away from the dance floor and turned to watch Dash and Danny dance together, the awkwardness fading as they talked during their dance. 

“Kwan, do we know who’s winning the bet? I think they’re halfway between our two ends we were betting on.” Valerie whispered to him. 

He chuckled. “I don’t know, but here comes Lancer.” 

They laughed as Lancer talked to the two boys and was redirected towards another couple by Dash. 

As Valerie watched, she scratched at her wrist and hissed.

“What’s up?” Kwan asked, looking at her.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s probably nothing. I think I just need to put some lotion on. I’ll be right back.”

Valerie turned and headed towards the bathroom. Stepping up to the sink, Valerie took off her corsage and gawked at the sight that she was met with underneath. 

Her skin looked like it was burnt, like it had bubbled up. Why would a flower do this? It almost looked like the burns Phantom when she shot him…

She pulled out her phone and typed “blood blossoms” into google and hit search. When the results popped up she clicked on the first link and saw that it was written by the Fenton’s. Of course. She started reading. 

Blood blossoms are what our family used as ghost deterrent before we were able to harness ectoplasm to use against them. Blood blossoms can be used to ward them off and to cause damage to their forms. While it is merely a flower, it’s effects can be quite potent. We believe-

Valerie stopped reading and stared blankly at her phone, her heart pounding.

What did this mean? She couldn’t be a ghost. Why did it harm her like one? This wasn’t how allergies worked! Why would-

Her train of thought stopped and she stared at her hand in horror. Summoning a glove from her ecto suit, her heart dropped. Could this be why? How would- 

What was she?

Valerie stood at the sink, gripping the sides and staring down into it. She took a deep breath and with shaking hands she put the corsage back on. Staring at herself in the mirror with a hard expression, she left the bathroom and headed back to Kwan, pasting a smile on her face.

“Hey, Valerie.” Kwan said. “Is everything good? You were gone for awhile there.” 

“Yeah, everything’s okay.” Valerie said. “Do you want to go dance some more?”

“Yeah let’s go!” Kwan said and grabbed Valerie’s hand. 

Valerie’s heart rate was hammering in her chest as he pulled her back to their friends. Thoughts churning in her mind. 

They can never know. 

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