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Crown of Antlers

Chapter 9: A Day's Interlude

summary:

The moments between the night before and the day of.

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The morning light peeks carefully behind the curtains, spilling into the small spaces not covered by the thin fabric. It is blessedly cool this early, the heat of the day not yet setting in as the sun just begins its ascent.

Scott takes the small moment where he can, finger idly tapping against the table as he waits for his tea to cool. The breeze that blows in from the half-open window is almost refreshing, only the heavy smell of clay and terracotta making him turn his head away from the slightest hint of cold.

Still, the morning is pleasant and he finds himself enjoying it.

His companion...less so.

“I take it you had a rather eventful evening?” He asks, attempting for sympathetic. Hints of amusement leak into his voice and betray him, though, something that his companion also registers as she lifts her head to glare at him.

“Don’t act all high and mighty on me now, Elvenking.” Katherine sulks, stirring her own drink carefully, switching rotations every now and then – he knows she’s counting it in her head, polite enough to not count aloud.

He doesn’t envy her. The concoction she lifts to her lips has a rather pungent smell of herbs, tasting no better than its odour, either. It’s a popular treatment among nobles and those of higher class, when there may have been instances of overindulgence the night before an important meeting. Only the high cost of the herbs in it, and the skills to know how to brew it yourself, keeps it away from the general public.

He takes a sip of his own tea, now sufficiently cooled. Its flavours are familiar and comforting; something known even in a new place. Mainly because he brought his own tea bags with him, not trusting any of the Mezalean shops to have halfway decent tea. Or even somewhat decent tea.

He’s seen the things that their King chooses to consume at meetings, referring to them as “typical Mezalean fare”, something that did generally seem to be the case. But much of it is far too hot for him, using too many spices – he enjoys drinks with spice in them, designed to chase the frost from your joints on the coldest days; but such a thing is hardly necessary in Mezalea, where the coldest weather is still sweltering.

“I didn’t mean to act in such a way,” he nudges one of the sweeter breakfast pastries across the table towards her, offering it up as consolation for the bitter drink she’s forcing herself to consume. She scrunches her face up as she lifts her cup, pinching her nose as she tips it back in one go. Normally he’d be a little put-off at the lack of decorum, but he sympathises with her plight in this case. The drink’s taste is not something you’d wish to linger on. “I only meant to say that you seemed to be having fun last night, with the…ah, I believe it was the Undergrove’s Ruler?”

Katherine sinks down in her chair, face flushing a bright pink as she drags the plate of pastries rather aggressively towards herself. It makes a horrible scraping sound across the tabletop, one that has Scott wincing and grimacing at her.

“You're not really helping your case by reacting like that,” he comments.

“Oh, yeah?” Katherine looks up, glancing away from the pastry she’s begun to methodically peel apart, shredding it over her plate and leaving bits of flaky pastry everywhere. He sighs, internally. “And what about you and the Codfather, hm? Lots of people noticed how you two disappeared around the same time.”

“We had business discussions.”

“During a party?” Katherine raises both eyebrows at him, obviously unimpressed with his, admittedly, poor attempt at a lie. “At a wedding?”

“Yes.” He grits out.

There hadn’t been much business discussion. A lot of their short escape from the party was spent in silence, watching the stars together. He hasn’t had such a moment in many decades, not choosing to look upon the stars for too long, lest he begin to wallow in guilty and misery. Neither of them are things that a good ruler should dwell on, lest he wishes to begin losing sight of what it is that he hopes to achieve.

But Jimmy had been a good companion for the evening. Simply the gentle sound of his breathing had been enough to occasionally pull Scott’s eyes away from the vast and starry canvas above them, and he had watched Jimmy. He had been able to see the stars in his eyes, pick different ones out and connect them into small, made-up constellations.

Jimmy had created a few constellations of his own, picking out a few stars. He’d attempted to point them out to Scott, shuffling them both closer so he could lean into Scott’s side and guide his eyes, attempting to point out the cod he’d managed to form with a closely clustered group of stars. And then the pair of antlers he’d imagined just beside it.

It had very quickly begun to feel like he was venturing into territory he was unfamiliar with. As though every step caused the floor to fall out further from underneath him, lacking even Aeor’s reassuring presence or ongoing commentary to ease his nerves slightly.

It left him as shaky as a newborn deer, uncertain of what step was right and which was wrong.

He didn’t enjoy the feeling of being wrong-footed. He much preferred being the one in control of information and the way it was distributed, relying on those around him to trust in his guidance enough to follow it with little resistance in the moment, even if it meant hours of questioning afterwards.

With Jimmy, it felt like he was constantly missing a step, plunging down a few feet before he manages to scramble for a hold again. Like slipping down a step and grasping for the bannister before he breaks something. It left him feeling faintly nauseous, with a swooping feeling in his stomach. Not unlike the feeling he imagines birds must feel when they plunge from a great height.

Overall, not a particularly pleasant experience. And one that Jimmy seems to be entirely oblivious to.

Does he not register the effect he has on Scott? Or does he simply not care? Choosing to ignore the way he’s managed to destroy Scott’s perfect hold over his reactions and thoughts, sending them spinning off into unchartered, and therefore dangerous, territory.

“Uh-huh,” Katherine’s smirking at him now, looking far more smug than she had a few minutes ago; apparently the miracle cure has done it’s work, and she’s no longer feeling incredibly hungover and with “one foot in the grave” as she had bemoaned earlier. “Did you exchange this information with connecting your mouths? Or was it your tongues that did the information exchange.”

“You disgust me.”

“That’s not an answer,” Katherine sing-songs. “Denial only makes it worse, my dearest and most frosty friend.”

He sighs. “Please never call me that again.”

“Oh c’mon,” Katherine whines a little as she leans forward, deconstructed pastry decorating the entirety of her plate and a significant part of the table. He’ll have to clear that up before anyone else manages to see. Aeor forbid that anyone thinks it’s him that destroys good food in such a way. “You never let me do anything – how can I give you fun nicknames when Scotty boy already got vetoed?”

“There was good reason for that,” he sips his tea as Katherine glares at him from across the table. He tucks his feet a little further beneath his chair, just in case she decides to stoop to acting as a child and kick him beneath the table. “If anyone heard you call me that, I think I might just have to kill them.”

“Scott,” Katherine gasps, kicking her leg out – attempting to kick him, just as he assumed; unfortunately for her he kicked many legs beneath tables as a child and thus knows the perfect way to make sure your legs don't get kicked – and acting scandalised. “You shouldn’t joke about such things, you know. Someone might actually think you're serious one day.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Hm.” Katherine narrows her eyes at him. “Now, I don't think I can dispute that, because you were still alive when public executions were the best idea of entertainment. You’ve probably killed some people in your time – how long is that again?”

“You’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Oh, Scott, please.” Katherine starts to actually eat her shredded pastry. He personally doesn’t understand the appeal of deconstructing a meal, only to eat the different parts separately – a meal is created with the idea of the ingredients working together to form a particular taste or sensation. To rip it apart and then eat it like that simply ruins the appeal of food. “How long have we been friends?”

“About twenty years.”

“Exactly!” Katherine points at him, eyes gleaming. “Twenty years, and I don't even know when your birthday is! We’ve celebrated mine so many times, and yet I've never managed to do it for you.”

“You do make an attempt every year,” he reasons. “Just because you’ve never managed to guess the exact day is not your fault. You have another three-hundred and forty-four years, if you wish to do it systematically.”

“Maximum,” Katherine says. “I reckon I've got the day this year.”

“Oh really?”

“And once I know the day, you’ll have to tell me how old you are.”

“Do I, now?” Against his best wishes, he always finds himself amused by Katherine. He had originally approached her to give guidance on how to lead such an influential alliance, and perhaps sway her a little more into his favour; but he’d found himself growing rather fond of her as time continued – she was almost like a younger sister, one that was far too excited about everything most of the time, but endearing in the way she did it. “I don't remember agreeing to that.”

“Well, you do!” Katherine grins at him. “Because I said so! Unless you wanna concede now and tell me right this moment.”

He hums, long and drawn out, watching as Katherine leans a little closer, her anticipation building. “I'm at least twenty years old.” And her anticipation disappears just like that, rapidly deflating in her disappointment.

“You're a horrible man.”

“Hm.” His tea is almost cold now. “I certainly am.”

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“You still didn’t tell me anything about you and the Codfather.”

“Did I not?” Scott doesn’t turn away from the sculpture he’s inspecting. It’s certainly one of the more modern pieces, with it’s odd construction and composition. It creates an entirely different image from another angle, adding a duality to the structure that he hasn’t seen before. It’s certainly rather enjoyable. “Must have slipped my mind.”

“You liar!” Katherine appears from the other side of the statue, where she was studying the other side, attempting to make her own interpretation without reading the small placard. The artist quote tells him that it is a piece exploring and making comment on agony and joy, and how often the two co-exist. It gets a little too existential in the second paragraph for his personal tastes, continuing on about how the value of joy would be null without the suffering to make it all that much better.

It makes it seem as though suffering is simply something you must accept; something that must be experience for you to gain fulfilment from your life. Personally, Scott thinks that argument is bullshit.

“Quite rude of you to call me a liar, Katherine.” He turns his back on the sculpture, no longer as fond of the duality of it, as he was moments prior. “Especially when I agreed to accompany you to an art museum.”

“Stop being miserable, old man,” she grabs him by the arm. “I know you're loving this.”

“I resent being called old,” he points out, even though he knows she won’t listen. He continues anyway, “I'm rather firmly in what you would call your ‘twenties’.”

“And I resent you not telling me the gossip in your life!” Katherine tugs on his arm. “The Codfather has been mooning over you for so many years already – when are you going to put that poor boy out of his misery and finally kiss him?”

“Probably about the same time you gather the courage to kiss your darling Undergrove gnome.”

Katherine scoffs. “These two situations are not equivalent. The Codfather has been crushing on you for years. I've barely known her a single year! I've got plenty of time to make my move.”

“I'm sure.”

Katherine smacks him. “Try and sound a little less sarcastic next time; I've got game, you know? Unlike you, I actually know how to flirt in a way that isn’t old and outdated courting rituals that only elven people know.”

“Those outdated courting rituals were the way your mother and father married.”

“Ew, stop it.” She shoves at his shoulder, almost causing him to stumble. A few of the bells he wears ring, causing a few heads to turn towards them. Once those people realise who they're sharing an art museum with they very quickly look away again. “I hate that you knew my parents – did you know my grandparents too?”

“I've met most of the rulers’ parents.” He reminds her. “Only a few continue to be a mystery.”

“Ooh,” she grins, leaning in close to his ear, “is this some gossip? Have you got something fun to tell me- oh! Is the Codfather one of the people whose parents you haven’t met?”

“Hm?” He looks away from the canvas hung just in front of them, a swirl of blues and greys and whites that give the impression of snow and ice and rock, only broken up by a brief flash of brightness. Like a sunrise breaking through a snowstorm. “Oh, no. I've met his mother.”

Katherine laughs. “You really need to stop lying – sometimes I can’t even tell when you do, you know?”

“I wasn’t lying.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you want to move onto the next painting?”

“Just another moment with this one, please.”

“You hankering for a blizzard?” Katherine teases.

“Only slightly.”

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flowers for alexander | chapter seven

While they began their tea, Eric and Florence congregated there in the kitchen and they listened to the little party in the next room. Francine spoke every so often, but she never warranted herself to speak more than usual, however. Mark and Rob told jokes to one another, and every so often, Greg stepped into the kitchen to check up on things. Alex, meanwhile, remained completely silent in his little corner of the room: all the while, Florence caught a mutter or two from Francine, but she couldn’t help but think about her and Alex.

It was something to ruminate over as her own relationship before her held in delicate balance. She turned to Eric, who had taken his spot there at the kitchen table with one hand out before him and his other hand which propped up the side of his face. Those big brown eyes, as dark as the earth underneath them, gazed back at her as if he intended to move in closer to her. The flame was still very much there, still alit and alive and well within him. He was sincere.

Surely, there had to be an explanation for the rumbling under their feet, just like how there had to be an explanation for the steam and all its developments, and just like how there had to be an explanation for their rough patch as well. Florence turned all the way around and she locked eyes with him.

“Penny for your thoughts, my dear?” he asked her with a clearing of his throat.

“I’m just thinking about what to eat with our tea,” she mustered out for him.

“Maybe some cakes or something?” he suggested, and she shrugged.

“I don’t know if Francine has anything like that,” she confessed. “I also can’t really eat sugar right now.”

Eric raised his eyebrows at that.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” he declared, and he stopped right in his tracks. “By the way, did we decide on names? I can’t remember.”

“I don’t think we did,” she recalled with a shake of her head.

The kettle on the stove made the indicative noise of the water boiling within, and Florence turned towards it before it whistled.

“Snickerdoodles and pork,” Francine called out right then.

“Snickerdoodles and pork?” Florence called back over her shoulder. “Is that what you said?”

“I’ve got snickerdoodles and pork in there,” Francine clarified. “I heard you guys talking about foodstuffs in there. They’re both in the fridge.”

“Breakfast of champions,” Alex cracked out of the blue, and Mark and Rob burst out laughing at that.

Florence didn’t hesitate to take both things out, however: between the little white box of snickerdoodles and the pack of pork medallions the size of salami slices, she knew that it was only the beginning of her cravings flying every which way. She lay both down on the table in front of Eric, who showed her a little smile: his eyes lit up when he locked them back onto her own for a moment.

All it took was one glimpse.

She flashed him a wink as she doubled back into the living room to check on the party.

“The boys’ll take both,” Francine told her straight up.

“Ah, the boys are hungry!” Florence said, complete with a rubbing of her hands together.

“The boys are quite hungry,” Greg corrected her as he took his seat on the arm of the couch next to Rob and Mark: Alex huddled down there at the arm of the couch closest to the two women as if he was cold. He bowed his head a bit to avoid eye contact with Florence in particular. Something about it made her wonder about him, especially after that moment in the car on the way home.

“Off the Florida Keys,” Francine sang right then. “There's a place called Kokomo…”

“That’s where you wanna go,” Mark joined in with his light operatic voice: there was a bit of a raspiness in there, but he sang as if he played a show with Death Angel. “To get away from it all!”

“Bodies in the sand,” Francine continued with a little clap of her hands. “Tropical drink melting in your hand!”

“We'll be falling in love,” Mark chanted with a toss of his inky black hair back from his shoulder. “To the rhythm of a steel drum band—”

“Down in Kokomo!” they sang in unison: Rob put his hands up and Alex closed his eyes and smiled. Florence and Greg, meanwhile, glanced at one another.

“It became an actual party just now,” he noted.

“It really did!” she exclaimed with a hearty chuckle. “I’ll be right back.”

She bowed back into the kitchen where Eric helped himself to a cup of black tea and a couple of those milky white snickerdoodles.

She couldn’t resist it a second longer: she put her arms around his waist, much to his surprise.

He turned his head and showed her a little smile.

“I was not expecting this,” he admitted.

“Nonsense,” she insisted right into his ear, to which she planted a little peck on the side of his bull-like neck.

“No, I mean it,” he pointed out to her with a straight face. She ran her hands over his chest and his stomach, and then clutched onto his shirt. She gave him another kiss on the side of the neck, and he shuddered at the feeling.

“Hey, you two—what's going on in there?” Francine called out to them.

“Coming!” Eric replied to her: Florence gave him another touch upon the chest before she let go of him. She then swiped a mug for herself as well as a bag of tea grounds while he picked up the food and made his way into the next room. A shiver ran down her spine as she let the teabag steep at the bottom of the mug. Good things happened when she took the initiative for herself: something that followed her all the way to the garage that she worked at as well as the world of steam. If only there was a way to convince the news stations about the shaking, and if only there was a way that they could figure it out from there on out.

She then peered up to the shelf overhead for the sugar but instead, all she saw was a bunch of cookbooks and a cookie jar the size of her hand.

She sighed through her nose, and she reached up to the cupboard for five more mugs.

Careful not to spill any more of that hot water, she poured it all into those mugs and then followed them up with the teabags, one for each of them. She picked up two of them and she made her way back into the living room.

“Hey, Frankie, where’s the sugar?” she asked her as she handed the mug in her left hand to her.

“The sugar? It's in the pantry.”

“Okay—” Florence handed the mug in her right hand over to Alex, who mouthed the words “thank you” to her. He was awfully quiet this evening, and it seemed so unlike him all the while: he was usually Mr. Social and he got on with so many people, but something seemed to be on his mind. Florence doubled back to the kitchen with the decision that she wouldn’t bother him about it. It was his business, after all: but she still had her concerns, however.

Eric skirted past her as Mark and Rob dug into a couple of pork medallions as if they were eating chips.

“How do you like your tea, Greg?” Eric asked him from the doorway.

“I like a little cream in mine.”

Francine and Florence booed him at the same time, and Mark and Rob burst out laughing once more.

“What?” Greg demanded, taken aback. “I like a little cream in my tea.”

“That’s like a mortal sin, dude,” Alex spoke right then: his voice seemed a lot quieter than normal as well. Florence paid close attention to him in the meantime, even as things seemed all the more social around him.

He was a quiet spot there on the couch as they sat together, and all chatted amongst themselves in the meantime.

Every so often, he flashed a glimpse over at Francine in the recliner chair next to the couch, but it was more of an acknowledging look rather than anything that indicated attraction of some sort. Florence still pictured Francine together with Alex, and she also pictured herself with him still. Like a distant memory that she couldn’t exactly shake from things around her.

Indeed, she caught him looking up at her nestled next to Eric, only for him to immediately bow his gaze back down to the mug in his hand and the snickerdoodles before him.

Something ate at him, and she worried as to whether he had anyone to talk to about whatever bogged down his mind right then. He sipped on his tea, and he let the stars play all around him as if they all knew as to where to go from there. But she kept an eye on him, all the way until the midnight hour when Francine decided to turn in for the time being.

No more shaking persisted after that.

But Florence still carried her curiosity with Alex, however, especially once they all turned in for the night. Mark and Rob stayed there in Francine’s bedroom together, while Francine herself suggested that Florence and Eric spend the night in the living room with her, which in turn left Greg and Alex the guest bedroom. Florence still wondered as to how she could find a moment with Alex, especially over the rest of the evening. She had no idea if or when there would in fact be another moment alone with him: all she knew was that she had to make time for him, and more so once Eric and Francine had both fallen asleep.

She would have to acquaint herself with climbing out of bed at an ungodly hour as well, anyway.

Once Francine’s apartment was dark with the nightfall, and the silence had fallen over the rest of the building and in turn, the rest of the neighborhood, Florence stayed put on the couch with her legs extended out before her. Eric, meanwhile, took to the floor underneath her upon a raggedy old futon and a plush little pillow from the closet down the short little hallway on the side of the living room; Francine stayed in that recliner chair on the other side of the couch, and right behind Florence’s head no less. Within a mere few minutes, he had fallen asleep, but his wife remained wide awake all the while.

Between everything that had happened with the shaking outside of the apartment there, as well as the steam explosions and everything that was going on all around her there in the Bay Area, it seemed beside herself that Eric could sleep so soundly there on the floor underneath her. At least her foot stopped aching with that intense steam burn from before.

But she took a glance down at her body, at the dark silhouette of her knees underneath the blanket as well as the tops of her feet down at the other side. She rested her hands on her waist: it would be another week or so before she could feel something more in there, as well the sight of any features on an ultrasound. But it wasn’t so much the feeling of her own body that persisted.

It was the fact that, though it was the middle of the night, a pale sliver of light still shone on the wall to her left.

Florence hoisted herself up onto her elbows and craned her neck back to the hallway behind her. The door of the guest bedroom remained slightly ajar: she squinted her eyes at the sight of that pale light, and she knew that it could only mean one thing.

Careful not to wake up Eric and Francine, she slid her legs off the couch cushions, and she stood up next to the edge of the futon. He lightly snored and never stirred for a second. Francine, meanwhile, stayed in complete silence in the recliner on the other side of the room.

Florence crept around Eric’s feet, and she tiptoed towards the mouth of the hallway. She reached the door, and she poked her head through the crack between the door and the frame. Greg had lay down with his head down by the foot of the bed while Alex himself reclined back against the headboard with a book cradled upon his lap: a wrought iron hurricane lantern stood tucked in the corner behind him and washed that silvery light over his head and bare shoulders and chest.

“Alex?” she whispered through the crack in the door, and he raised his head from the book: the pale light from the lantern washed over the crown of his head and illuminated his curls to where they resembled pure silver, complete with the dark veins of lead. Shadows hugged the left side of his face to where his eyebrows seemed fuller and darker than usual.

“Florence?”

“Is Greg asleep?” she asked him, and he nodded.

“Yeah, he is. I can’t sleep, though.”

“It’s awfully bold of you to turn on the lantern like that,” she pointed out as she nudged the door open, and she stepped inside of the room.

“He’s a heavier sleeper than I am,” he assured her as he tucked a bookmark into the spot in between the pages. He ran his fingers through his dark curls and tilted his head back a bit, all to show off his elegant neck and prominent Adam’s apple. To think that she had once kissed that Adam’s apple and muzzled that beautiful neck at one point.

Florence stood there at the side of the bed with her gaze fixed on the back of Greg’s head at the foot of the bed. Out like a light.

She then returned to Alex and the somber expression plastered on his face. The hem of the blanket caressed his chest, right under his nipples. To think that she had her fingers on those nipples at one point as well.

“What’re you doing up, by the way?” he asked her.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” she gently asked him, and he shook his head. All the while, his expression never changed once.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “Alex, I know you. This isn’t like you.”

“I promise you, Florence—there's nothing to talk about.” He remained calm all the while.

She gazed into those deep-set blue eyes, as deep and cavernous as the bottom of the ocean. So many moments in which she could lock eyes with him, and it felt as though she gazed down into the deepest part of the ocean, down into something like the Challenger Deep that someone only as astute as her could fathom for herself.

“I guess I just have a very expressive face,” he dryly said.

“Indeed, you do. Now—are you sure there’s nothing you want to share with me?”

“I am sure of it, Florence,” he repeated with a slight bow of his head: the little plume of gray hair at the crown showed itself right then. It looked a lot more silver and a lot lighter from the light of the lantern. “If there’s something that I wanted to share with you, I'd share with you. You do know me, after all.”

“Yes, but I also know when something is tormenting you, too,” she pointed out.

He shook his head once the words left his lips.

“Alex—”

Greg stirred a bit there at the foot of the bed, but he never woke up. She returned to Alex and the nonchalant look on his face. If only she could find her way into what resided behind those deep eyes. If only she knew the key and the answer to all of life’s mysteries.

“I guess I’m just like you and I'm worried about everything,” he quipped to her in a soft voice.

She swallowed and nodded her head.

“Okay, I’ll take it,” she told him, and he shrugged and shook his head.

“That’s all there is to it,” he confessed.

“You sleep tight for me, alright?” she said to him.

“Of course.” He flashed her a wink and then she sighed through her nose, and she made her way back out of the room to the dark hallway and the front of the apartment. She closed the door behind her almost all the way, just as before.

There was something about that which unsettled her but there was nothing else she could do from there on out.

She returned to the living room only to find Eric there at the window with one arm up on the sill next to him.

“Hey,” she greeted him in a soft whisper as she made her way over to him.

“Hey,” he returned the favor. “I had the weirdest dream just a bit ago and then I couldn’t go back to sleep worth shit.”

“Oh? What was it about?”

He shook his head. “I don’t remember now. Only that it was weird as fuck, and it woke me up.”

Florence sighed and she tucked her hands into her trouser pockets. The problem with sleeping there at Francine’s place was that they didn’t have their pajamas on hand. She peered out the window for herself to bear witness to the darkness out there.

“’Tis but a foggy night, my dear,” Eric told her.

“A foggy, silent night,” she added.

“We have to get out of San Francisco,” he said out of the blue, to which Florence gaped at him.

“What! Why?”

“Look all around us,” he told her, and he gestured out the window. “This place is falling apart at the seams. It's only a matter of time before it all overcomes everything and everyone. Maybe it’s just the middle of the night talking, but—I have my fears and my worries, though, especially with a baby on the way and everything.”

“Where would we go?” she asked him, and he sighed through his nose.

“I have no clue where we’d go,” he confessed. “But I want the two of us to be safe. I want us to be safe, and I want everyone we care about to be safe, too. If we go out in the woods like—say, up in the Siskiyou Mountains or Yosemite, and hide out there, we can have our little haven. With us, Testament, and maybe Death Angel and Exodus, too, if they want to come with us, as well.”

“It’s awfully far, though,” she pointed out. “The Siskiyous and the mountains north of Sacramento and Redding are rather treacherous in the wintertime, too. Like Mount Shasta and the John Muir woods up there all got slammed with snow last winter.”

“I remember that,” he said with a nod. “I also remember that the last time you and I went up there, we loved it.”

“And I remember we also visited the woods in the northeastern part of the state, too,” she added. “Over by Mount Lassen and Alturas—Modoc Forest, all over that way.” She shook her head at that. “It's just all so remote, though. You remember how long it took for us to get back to Redding when we were over in Alturas.”

“Yeah, it took like a couple of hours,” he recalled. “We got stuck in McCloud, and I remember having to stop a couple of times because my stomach kept acting up.”

“I have my skills, and I know Frankie has hers, as well,” Florence continued. “But we’re mechanics and engineers, though, not planners or anything like that.”

Eric frowned. “Maybe we can wait until we get back from the tour before we decide on anything together,” he confessed. “If and when the shit hits the fan over here, we can probably have a place where we can hide out all together until the heat blows off. I don’t see any of this—” He gestured outside the window, and Florence followed his gaze to the ghostly lights of the airships up in the pitch-dark sky, all of which floated around like a series of UFOs that seemed to be probing the earth all around them. Their eyes were watching them and every step that followed their way. The mere sight of them almost made it seem as though she was suffocating right there in the same exact spot. “I don’t see any of it ending well, especially if the news is completely oblivious to any sort of major shaking like the ones we’ve been experiencing lately.”

He then gave his hair a little toss back and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Not to change the subject or anything, but what’s going on with Alex right now? Do you know?”

She shook her head.

“I’m afraid not, no,” she told him. “I tried to talk to him a little bit ago and he seemed a little standoffish. He gave me an answer, too, so it’s not like I can keep on prodding him. But it's so unlike him, though—I remember when he and I were together, he was always so open with me.”

“It’s so weird, too,” he added. “It’s like something spooked him and in the time that I've known him, he’s always been so astute and brave. But not like this, though.”

She shook her head again. “No clue what it could be,” she repeated. “I’ve considered that maybe he’s in love, but again—when he and I were together, he showed it. It's just so—bloody—frustrating.”

“Well... give him time,” Eric suggested. “You know us, Flo—we're guys. We're not good with feelings like you girls are.”

“Alex does shut down when someone’s gone too far with him, anyway,” she pointed out. “He shuts down and he takes it out on himself.”

“He also goes apeshit, too,” Eric added. “Have you seen him get pissed off and angry? Like... genuinely angry?”

She shook her head.

“Oh, my god,” he muttered. “I remember the first time that happened, too. It was like watching Pompeii get engulfed in the pyroclastic flow. Or Hiroshima go up in radioactive hellfire.”

“He gets infuriated?”

“Think: the steam pillar that took you down. And now put his face on it.”

“Oh, wow.”

“It's not like when he rants—oh, no, no, no.”

“He gets really cute when he rants,” she confessed.

“Not gonna lie, he really does,” Eric chuckled, albeit a quiet chuckle so as to not wake up Francine behind them. “He does get cute when he’s ranting about something because he gets like—cartoonish. But the one time I got to see him genuinely angered about something—I don’t even remember what it was about now. But yeah—he got mad as hell. But the poor guy was shaking afterwards, and then he ducked back into hiding. When he came out, his eyes were all puffy and red.”

She gaped at him. “He gets so angry, that he starts crying?”

Eric nodded. “I’m sure of it. So—tread carefully, my dear. Don't nudge him so hard that he wants to come at you with a knife.”

She brought a hand to his mouth.

“Not like that!” Eric assured her. “Although, I thought he would find a bunch of knives and start throwing them, though.” He then snapped his fingers. “No, I remember what it was, now.”

“What was it?”

“Greg and Chuck got into an argument about something, and Alex and I were sitting on the side of the room watching them. He had his guitar on his lap, and he was trying to figure out the solo for... ‘Do or Die’, I think it was. He had headphones on when he was doing it, too. At one point, he takes off the headphones and—went from there.”

“How’d they take it?” she asked him in a small voice.

“Let’s just say that when they argue about something, they go in the next room and they close the door,” he told her in a single breath. “I have to admit that it was a little bit scary to see because he’s always so calm and composed.”

“And sweet, too,” she added.

“And sweet, yeah! It was so weird to see, but he’s human, though. He's a human boy in a world that’s trying to kill him.”

“We’re all a bunch of humans living in a world that’s trying to kill us,” she corrected him, and she fetched up a sigh.

“Wonder what awaits us tomorrow,” he confessed to her.

“Hopefully nothing too out of the ordinary,” she said. “Hopefully, anyway.”

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or-something-better · 2 years

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Night At The Bar

June 2, 2022

Charlie

Tonight’s Drink list: Green demon, Satin angel, The hunt, The witch’s heart. And coffee tea and soda

Sam

Let's party! Who's ready to kill a few brain cells?!

Ruby

What's in the Witch's Heart?

Sam

Usually you… bops her on the head on my way to the bar I think I'm feeling a green demon first off...

Ruby

Get me the Witch's Heart while you're there

Charlie

mixes up some midori, vodka, rum and lemonade and passes it to sam

Sam

laughing Okay I read that as "Witches HAT"...maybe I have just let on that I started this party a little bit ago by myself

Charlie

watching the shimmer as I pour I mix ruby up a beautiful brew and pass it over

Ruby

Sounds like you've had enough already

Sam

holds up one finger ah, ah, ah, not my mother

Ruby

"Most assuredly not" I wink

Charlie

giggling at the pair anything interesting happen with you two today?

Sam

Uhhhh.......

Ruby

Just the usual

Charlie

raising an eyebrow at Sam’s hesitation are you sure??

Ruby

Not until he's overanalyzed it

Sam

Yeah, yeah.. gonna go with 'the usual'

Charlie

still a bit suspicious but letting it go if you say so …

Ruby

Wise choice Charlie

Dean

walk in and to the bar hey Charmander!

Charlie

Hey Dean! You made it!

Dean

Yeah interesting drink choices…which one has the most whiskey in it?

Sam

You know, every time you call her that my mind has images of a salamander

Dean

Charmander

Charlie

😂 Both are kinda cute

Ruby

Ick

Sam

I know right? It's the yellow I think...

Henry

walks in

Charlie

Hey little dude!

Henry

Sam

Hey, Hi there Henry

Henry

Hi Sam

Charlie

How was your day? grabbing a soda from under the bar and sliding it to henry

Henry

It was good catches it

Ruby

Hey Henry. Glad you made it

Henry

Hi Ruby

Dean

Char? Which drink has the most whiskey?

Charlie

The hunt of course

Dean

Hook me up please

Sam

Then I guess Dean is "on the hunt" tonight

Charlie

taking out the ingredients I mix dean up a hunt and slide it down

Dean

catching it thanks. Funny Sammy

Sam

mumbles to myself I thought it was funny

Ruby

I pat him on the back Maybe next time

Dean

It was I’m laughing on the inside smirking at you

Charlie

Me too Sammy

Sam

Okay okay, I don't need no pity laughing....

Dean

Speaking of hunts.... Kinda never found one

Charlie

Found one what?

Henry

picks up the darts

Dean

Sam and I were gonna go on a hunt the other day

Ruby

There does seem to be less cases lately.

Sam

Might have been a good thing we didn't find anything...I mean, you've just gotten back and all

Charlie

Usually means something big is brewing

Ruby

Oh joy

Dean

You thought it might help actually oh wait must have been the alcohol talkin that night

Sam

That's what I was just telling Ruby...

Ruby

There are bound to be slow times, right?

Sam

Well, tonight it may also be the alcohol talking...but I just need you to be okay man

Dean

Until evil comes for you after that magic

Ruby

I stiffen at his words.

Dean

I’m always ok....At least that’s what I tell myself. takes a drink of my drink

Sam

Takes a drink of my own as well

Henry

throws darts

Dean

So what’s on the agenda for tonight?

Ruby

I sit at a table and nurse my drink

Dean

Funny you should choose that song laughs a little

Ruby

It seemed appropriate

Sam

She has a habit of hitting the nail on the head

Dean

Just hope that bad moon isn’t rising tonight right?

Sam

Not tonight, I plan to be out of commission

Dean

look at the both of you concern written on my face

Ruby

What?

Dean

Why are you not even in the least worried?

Ruby

About?

Dean

What were we just talking about? drink on my drink while thinking of a sing to play

Ruby

As far as I know there is no full moon tonight. So werewolves are off the table

Sam

raises my glass I'll drink to that

Dean

Witches dont need a full moon

Ruby

Meaning?

Dean

Sammy....why is she acting clueless? What part of nothing good comes from magic

Ruby

Oh, I'm not clueless Dean. I'm just waiting to see how far you'll go with your bullshit

Sam

It isn't clueless, she just doesn't have the past to go by...like you and I do

Dean

It’s not bullshit while we should be preparing for the Unexpected

Ruby

If you're prepared for it that would make it the expected

Dean

So you would rather just not have a plan til something happens and be screwed?

Ruby

Rather presumptive

Dean

Try taking something serious for a change. Might be the smart thing to do

Sam

Whoa, whoa...hey come on guys...I think we can all agree that things being what they have been...we just need to be a little more careful is all

Dean

Apparently some dont think so.... return my attention to my drink

Ruby

I look at him And what is your idea, exactly, of careful?

Sam

Mine? Uh, well being aware of your surroundings... not going off alone without telling someone, you know. Just looking out for anything unusual...well, unusual for US

Dean

What isn’t unusual for us?

Ruby

I finish my drink and head to the bar for another

Sam

Yeah, lately the bar is pretty low on that one

Ruby

Sitting at the bar I check out the other drinks

Dean

finish my drink how about another one char?

Ruby

Knowing Charlie is in the back, I go around the bar and get the bottle of whisky. Taking it over to the table setting it in front of Dean with a thump "Cheers" and return to the bar.

Sam

moving behind the bar to trade my empty glass for a fresh beer Here, I've got you Dean I take an empty glass and just fill it with 3 shots of straight whiskey and slide it over. Shit, well she out did me...brought you the whole damn bottle

Dean

I look at you that’s not the hunt drink but it works. But I could have done that myself laughs a little. Thanks I will take it too taking glass and Downing it

Sam

tipping my own beer up seems to be the night for it. Leaning my elbows on the table, not wanting to really let the earlier conversation go so...what is it the you think we might need to be worrying a bit more about?

Ruby

Repeating what Charlie did before, I make myself another Witch's Heart.

Dean

Cheers I will drink to that

Ruby

Henry, you up for a game of darts?

Henry

Sure I thought you weren’t interested

Ruby

I thought maybe you could give me some pointers. I'm a little rusty

Sam

Approaches the jukebox and blindly picks one

Henry

That’s fine with me

Ruby

You'll have to explain all the new gizmos on this new board

Dean

Nice song Sammy thankful I have nobody at the moment

Ruby

Henry and I head over to the dart board

Henry

I’m not Sam

Dean

I was talking to Sam with the song he just picked

Ruby

I lean down toward Henry. "He's had a few"

Dean

Sam picked the song on the jukebox

Sam

Luck of the draw, could've been anything

Ruby

"Ok Henry, I'll let you start." I say, handing him some darts. "It's been a long time so act like I'm a beginner"

Dean

Haven’t had that much yet thank you 2 isn’t a few

Sam

knows that's the God's honest So, about what you said earlier, Dean

Henry

tries to show and tell you how to do it it

Ruby

Watches him intently

Sam

goes back to the bar to trade my empty for a new cold one

Henry

Do you understand

Ruby

I think so, but the only way to know is to try. After you

Dean

Which part

Henry

You try now

Ruby

Ok, here goes. And no laughing! Raising the dart I am, and throw. It hit's the outer ring. Well, at least it's on the board. Your turn.

Henry

I would never laugh at something like that throws another one

Ruby

Good shot! Aiming again, I throw...and hit one ring closer to the middle but still pathetic. Your turn.

Sam

nods my head for him to walk back towards the bar, away from Ruby and Henry When you were telling Ruby she should be more concerned

Dean

What about it? She should but doesn’t care to listen

Henry

throws another

Sam

I care, and was beginning to think that maybe I was just over thinking everything, and maybe there wasn't anything to really Be worried about. But if you think so too, well...

Ruby

You make it look so easy. Aiming at the middle, I carefully throw...and hit the outer ring again. Shoot!

Dean

But can’t really do anything can we

Sam

Shakes my head Not about what's already done.. and don't get me wrong, I think we HAD to do it all. It got you back and Charlie and Donna. Then all the extra effort to free Gabe. silent for a minute It just all leaves a mark, ya know?

Henry

I had practice recollects the darts and hands some to you

Dean

Ya think? Trust me I definitely know. Just hope things can get back to normal eventually

Ruby

You certainly have. Hey, how about using our telekinesis? We can pick a spot on the board and try to hit the mark. Or have you been practicing that too?

Sam

I don't think we have a normal anymore drinks my beer you know what worries me the most about all this?

Henry

I been practicing that also

Ruby

Ok, instead of darts, I will give you a task to do with yours and after that you can give me something to do. What do you think?

Henry

I rather not do that in a room of people

Dean

What’s that Sammy?

Ruby

Ok. I was just going to have you balance things. That's ok.

Henry

Yeah

Alex

I walk in. Hey everyone. Am I late?

Ruby

Never

Dean

Dont you have all the kids

Alex

Yep and I want give you a hugs I change into a bear and pick him up and hugs squeeze and put him down and turn back to herself

Dean

hugs thanks bear

Alex

You’re welcome 😇

Sam

looks around to make sure it's just the two of us It's not the witches out there I'm worried about, or the demons... Ruby put out a lot of good magic. But it was bolstered by Mrs Butters, and then with those Men of Letters stones. That's gotta show up in the world as a huge power... I’m more concerned about other Hunters deciding to come after us. That makes Ruby a pretty powerful demon in their eyes. Cause that's what she is, and always will be. What if they all decide that we’re now the ones who need to be hunted?

Alex

I head home

Dean

Well maybe. But I dont think they would be after us exactly her yes which means we would have to protect her and Mrs butters

Ruby

"I'm going to go get something to drink Henry. Would you like something?"

Sam

Yeah, I guess, you're probably right. takes a drink

Henry

“No I’m good thanks though”

Ruby

Ok, I know Charlie put some snacks behind the bar. If you get hungry, you can take a look at them. Heading for the bar, I glance at Sam and see he's getting low on beer. Going behind the bar, I get another bottle and take it to him "I see you're getting low." I tell him setting it down in front of him. How about you Dean? Need another bottle?

Dean

I’m good at the moment pour more whiskey in my glass and sip it

Sam

Thanks Ruby I set the empty aside and take the fresh one

Ruby

I pick up the rest of my last drink and take it to the bar. Dumping it down the sink, I wash out the martini glass and set it upside down to dry

Sam

another blind play ‘Little Talks’ Of Men and Monsters and right after ‘Enter Sandman”

Dean

Good song Sammy. drinks my whiskey pouring another determined to finish the bottle

Sam

Thanks, Finally picked one with my eyes open

Ruby

What fun is that?

Dean

laughs while I down more whiskey man I’m losing my touch I haven’t even finish one bottle yet

Sam

chuckles keeps us from having to listen to Whitney Houston or Celine

Dean

But you love Celine! I bust up laughing as I finish off the bottle and grab another one

Ruby

You take your chances when you roll the dice

Sam

Well, you've been mostly dead for a couple of weeks. Bound to mess with your tolerance, hey...since you're sort of 'born again' I wonder of that means... Starts to laugh and can't finish

Dean

Yeah sometimes you need to stop rolling the dice to keep others safe

Ruby

Safe from Celine

Dean

Um same Everything else about me works perfectly fine winks. Yeah exactly and that wasn’t exactly what I was talking about but we will go with that

Sam

T.M.I. dude wants to scrub my brain

Dean

laughs well I mean you asked

Henry

goes into the snack pile

Sam

Didn't ask...just wondered if you got a do-over on everything. Thinks we should all dog pile on Henry in the snack pile

Dean

We will just leave the past there ok?

Ruby

Find anything interesting Henry?

Henry

I found hotdogs

Dean

drinks more whiskey trying to not let any thoughts back in tonight

Ruby

Way to go Henry! Do you want me to look for buns?

Sam

I could go for one of those grilled up

Dean

I could so make a comment but his innocent-ish so I will keep the thoughts to myself. You like your wiener between buns Sammy? Oh. . oops

Sam

speaks softly out of the side of my mouth so only Dean hears I though the same damn comment chuckles

Dean

smiles and drinks my whiskey

Sam

Ha ha...

Ruby

Oh grow up. I say, rolling my eyes

Sam

looks at Dean and laughs harder

Dean

Nope only live once....well..... Never mind scratch that

Henry

Sure if you don’t mind

Ruby

Going into the kitchen, I begin my search

Sam

Starts laughing again. May have had enough alcohol if I think everything Dean says I'd funny

Henry

Ok hands you the dogs

Ruby

Busted Sam, now you have to grill some up

Dean

pours two glasses of whiskey here Sammy handing you one

Sam

stands completely still with a hand full of hot dogs uhhh, thanks?

Ruby

Pushing him toward the kitchen, I tell him You do the hot dogs and I'll get the buns ready

Dean

Grilled wein..... laugh uncontrollably without being able to finish

Sam

Hold that for me, apparently I'm grilling....Walks towards the back You all want them well done right?!

Dean

shakes my head laughing more

Henry

Umm don’t know I was hungry and found hot dogs shrugs

Ruby

We'll have it ready in no time Henry. One or two?

Sam

Ruby, you know I have one cook setting. If you need these anyway other than chard, you might wanna get the 'Meat Man' in there to do these. Well, if you can get him to get off his ass and help, you're welcome to have him do it

Henry

2 please

Ruby

2 it is.

Sam

frowns and turns on the grill. Knowing I can never get my brother to do anything

Ruby

I'll tell you when to take them off for everyone else. I yell out into the bar Dean! You want any?

Dean

Downing my whiskey no I’m good

Sam

Cool, you can guard the wein... cracks up and doubles over laughing

Ruby

Going back into the kitchen, I open the fridge and start taking out catsup and mustard. You want onions Henry?

Henry

starts cutting up stuff we need

Ruby

What are you? 10?

Dean

hearing Sam, I laugh again, while drinking

Ruby

Thanks Henry

Sam

Shakes my head no as I try to hold in the laughing

Ruby

Smelling the hot dogs, I go to the grill and take them off just in time.

Henry

You’re welcome

Sam

Leave those two for me..

Ruby

Sam, now is the time to put yours on if you want any

Sam

Ahead of you for once

Dean

A head? laughing hysterically again

Ruby

Ok, I'll leave them on. But it’s up to YOU to take them off before they burn down the bar.

Sam

Hearing Dean laughing just makes me laugh more

Ruby

Taking the other two hot dogs, I put them on a plate along with the buns and go over to Henry Here you go. The catsup and mustard are there. If you want anything else, just let me know.

Dean

finish off the bottle and grab another, my foot slips in the bar stool and I fall off and start laughing more OW

Henry

takes it and starts putting stuff on it thanks

Ruby

Looking through the cabinets, I score! Henry...chips?

Henry

What kind?

Ruby

Looking them over, I call them out Regular, bar-b-que, and sour cream and onion

Sam

goes to help Dean up

Henry

“barbecue please”

Ruby

Taking the Bar-b-Que flavor I hand it over to Henry There you go!

Sam

pats Ruby on the back as I walk back into the kitchen you should have waited tables in a past life, you're good at it

Ruby

Past life? And what makes you think I didn't?

Henry

takes it thanks

Ruby

You're welcome. Anything you want to drink?

Sam

Turns the grill off as one of the dogs catches fire. Blowing to put out the flame, I look it over critically and think it's the better of the two Okay, do we have onions?

Henry

No I still have my soda from earlier

Dean

Thanks Sammy still laughing

Ruby

Looking at the burnt dogs, I remark Hmmm...juuuust right. Talking quietly to Sam, I ask Are you going to have to take Dean home again.?

Sam

looking at the onion, I consider the work VS reward formula and decide I'll cut it up. Huh, what? uses the knife Henry had out to dice up half the onion

Ruby

Sam! Are you not paying attention? He can't drive like that!

Dean

drinking more. I’m fine ruby

Sam

He'd never put his baby in jeopardy. Maybe you can just 3-2-1 pop him somewhere once he's had enough

Henry

eats

Sam

Thinks Charlie needs to have a bed in the back room for night like this

Dean

I’m good as I get up off my barstool drinking from the bottle

Ruby

Looks at him incredulously. Really?

Sam

loads up my perfectly cooked dogs with a mountain of onions and goes to sit at Dean's table

Ruby

Goes over to Henry How ya doin' kiddo.?

Henry

I’m good. You?

Ruby

Doing good. I'm going to go clean up the kitchen. If you need anything, let me know.

Sam

🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭

Dean

finishes off the third bottle of whiskey, throws it in the trash grabbing another after washing the whiskey glasses and putting them on the drying rack, then pop the top off the bottle drinking from it

Sam

Dude, I hope for your sake that your liver really did get a whole new lease on life

Ruby

Heading to the kitchen, I attempt to make it as clean as Mrs. Butters would do hers, staying away from the 10 and 12 year old in the bar

Sam

inhales the dogs washing them down with the last of my beer

Dean

I’m fine Sam. My liver is fine

Sam

nods I'm sure it is burps onions fumes loudly and gets up to get another beer

Dean

laugh again as I walk towards the door tripping into a table giggling

Sam

Hey, where you going? Nights not over

Henry

washes my plate

Ruby

Thank you Henry

Dean

I’m just.... I dont know....outside?

Sam

Outside? Uh, little boys’ room is that way... gets up in case I have to show him

Henry

You’re welcome

Dean

I’m just going outside Sammy. I uh.... Gotta check on baby.... stumbles towards the door

Ruby

Finishing up the cleaning, I head out into the bar.

Sam

Might need to leave your keys with our friendly demon door guard first...Ruby?

Ruby

Seeing where Dean is headed, I use my telekinesis to keep the door shut

Dean

Why would I neef to do that? tries to open the door and cant so i start messing with the lock i just....why vant I get the door unlockef?

Ruby

Relenting, I tell Sam Fine, I'll teleport him to the bunker if you won't drive him

Sam

I walk over in as straight a line as possible Not letting you drive Dean. If you scratched that car you'd just take it out of my ass tomorrow. If you're heading out, let Ruby take you home...or give us a minute to shut the place down and she can drive us both

Dean

I’m not leaving yet...

Ruby

Pulling Sam aside, I tell him I can't leave before Henry is ready. You'll have to sit here with Dean until then

Dean

back away from you what are you talkin bout Sammy? I’m fine drinking more from the bottle

Sam

slaps him on the shoulder Sure you are, come and sit down till we need to close this place tries to steer him to a seat by the bar

Ruby

Henry, I saw some pie in the refrigerator. Would you like a slice?

Dean

stops I dont wanna sit I wanna go outside bro

Sam

Great holds my hand out gotta turn over the keys to unlock the door

Dean

My keys are fine in my pocket.... Sammy.... You dont trust me?

Ruby

Now knowing their location, I teleport them into Sam's pocket

Sam

Got nothing to do with it...just doing for you what you're always willing to do for me. That's it

Dean

feels my pocket really?? That’s not playing fair

Sam

Puts my arm around his shoulders welcome to my world, come on, that's last call from Alex...

Ruby

Checking to see that Henry went home, I start turning off the lights and heading for the door. I release the door and open it Last call to the bunker. Let me know when you're ready Sam

Sam

tosses Ruby the keys to the Impala can you please give the Brothers Winchester a ride back to their Bunker abode?

Ruby

Catching them, I push the boys out the door and lock the door behind us Let go. Everyone in Baby

Dean

sulks a bit hearing Sam wait what as I’m getting pushed out the door

Ruby

All aboard or get left behind. Hoping into the driver's seat, I wait.

Sam

Walks with Dean to the car and opens the passenger door Remember shot gun shuts his cake hole gives him a gentle push inside

Dean

But..... fall into the car as I’m pushed

Ruby

Everyone ready?

Sam

Yes 'em, ready back here

Ruby

Starting up the car, I pull out of the bar parking lot. Dean, you puke and you're cleaning it up

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[9.45] yeosang × single mom!reader

⇀ being a single mom, you'd obviously be worried about your child's wellbeing. In this case though? Your child's relationship with your boyfriend. But honestly, this is Kang Yeosang we're talking about, what could possibly go wrong?

When you got home that afternoon, the last thing you expected to see was your apartment being so quiet.

You've raised a beautiful baby girl on your own so it's only natural for you to experience chaos every day and ever since little Jueun started kindergarten, her social skills had progressed slightly.

Jueun, the light of your life, is a shy little girl, having only several constant people in her life which made her not so easily open to other people that she had just met. While other children would run off to make friends on the first day of kindergarten, Jueun went straight to the book collection about dinosaurs.

Yes, dinosaurs.

She's a little quirky like that.

Ask her what she wanna be when she grows up, she'll tell you she wants to be a princess with a pet ankylosaurus.

Knowing her introversion, you had hesitated on letting your boyfriend, Yeosang, and her to meet. It's not because you're afraid that they won't like each other or that Jueun would feel that you'd force him as her new daddy, but simply because you're afraid that they won't have anything to talk about.

You initially introduced them to each other when you had been in a relationship with Yeosang for 3 months, before that you had only told both of them stories about the other, buttering them up to like the other.

Not so surprisingly though, Yeosang had told you that he likes Jueun even before meeting her. Which was a relief to say the least. So when they met, Yeosang tried so hard to make Jueun like him. This effort doesn't go unnoticed by the little girl, but she didn't immediately take a liking to him. You've always been there to mediate between the two even though they had known each other for well over half a year now.

Today however, you had no other choice but to ask Yeosang for help picking Jueun up from kindergarten as you were swamped with a project at work.

Yeosang was more than happy to provide aid, but the notion that he'd be alone with the kid whom he doesn't know whether or not she likes him almost made him puke.

But he sucked it up.

He walk up to the gates of the kindergarten, approaching the teacher on standby, "I'm Kang Yeosang, I'm here to pick Jueun (Y/L/N) from class A-3," he said, smiling awkwardly. The teacher smiled brightly at him while nodding, "of course! Ms. (Y/L/N) called in earlier and told us that you'll be picking her up, I'll go get her," then she walked into the building to get Jueun.

Whilst waiting, Yeosang could feel himself sweating a little, nervous about how Jueun would react when seeing him instead of her mom.

When he saw Jueun came out with her backpack strapped on, looking cuter than a bunny with marshmallows stuffed into its cheeks, he smiled brightly at her.

Jueun's eyes wide when she saw Yeosang, having been familiar with him but never really surpasses any significant level with him.

"Hey, Jueun-ie," Yeosang greeted, crouching down to her height. She smiled shyly at him, making his insides clench at the effortless adorableness. "Your mommy need to work a little longer, would it be alright if I take you home?" Honestly, Yeosang didn't know why he asked that in the first place, but knowing that this particular little kid is smarter than most kids her age, he felt like the question was appropriate.

A sudden look of determination appeared on Jueun's face as she nodded eagerly. She knew how important she and Yeosang is to you. Knowing how much you love and provide for her, she's beyond willing to try and let Yeosang in.

Yeosang stood up and was about to walk but Jueun raised her right hand up at him, "safety, mommy said I have to hold her hand at all times, so I should hold yours," she said.

Hearing that, Yeosang smack his forehead dramatically, "ugh! Of course! How bad of me to be so careless!" He said as he grab Jueuen's hand as she giggled at how silly he sounded.

During the walk, Yeosang tried asked her questions about what she did at kindergarten that day. Surprisingly, Jueun blabbered long about what she did, what she ate, who did what, and when was that.

As they walk home, Jueun suddenly stopped her steps in front of the convenience store right outside your apartment. When her steps halt, Yeosang's too.

Yeosang was about to ask her why she stopped walking but Jueun was already looking at him with her best puppy eyes. He crouched down in front of her, "what's wrong Jueun-ie? Why did you stop?" he asked to which Jueun pouted and pointed at the convenience store, "I want ice cream," she said sadly.

Her eyes alone rendered him defenseless. But he was hesitant because he knows that this is not his kid and he doesn't know whether or not you'd let her eat ice cream.

"I don't know, Jueun," he muttered, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Realizing he's not outwardly saying no, Jueun pulled out the big guns, "pleeeeeease," she whined, wrapping her tiny arms around Yeosang's neck, "please, daddy, please," she pleaded as her pout deepens.

The use of the 'd' word-

No, not THAT 'd' word.

The use of said 'd' word made Yeosang's eyes widen to its maximum extent.

"D-d-did you j-just called m-me..." he trailed off, not really able to said the word himself. Whether or not Jueun realizes how much the word affect Yeosang was unclear, but she definitely knows, based on Yeosang's expression that she's getting what she wants.

"Please, daddy?" she asked one more time.

And true to her prediction, Yeosang scooped her in his arms and walked into the convenience store, letting her pick any ice cream she wants.

Jueun now knows that she has Yeosang in the palm of her hands by simply uttering the word 'daddy' to him.

Which is why as you got home at 7.30, you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang and Jueun in her little tea party table, wearing a tiara and pretending to sip some pretend tea.

Oh, and best part is. Yeosang is also wearing a tiara and a pink feather boa around his neck.

"Wow, you guys seem to be having a lot of fun together," you smirked, breaking their conversation as the little girl jumps up and run to hug your legs.

Yeosang stood up as well, pulling the feather boa from around his neck to set it on the table. He walked closer and peck your lips, "welcome home, love, how was work?" you sighed and shook your head at his question, "disastrous, but I don't wanna talk about it, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun that you're both having right now," you grinned down at Jueun, "how did you manage to get Yeosang to wear a tiara, baby?"

Jueun shook her head excitedly, "I didn't, mommy! Daddy put it himself!" your eyes widened at her choice of pronoun, snapping your head towards Yeosang who had a big, proud grin on his face, "yeah... I guess I'm her daddy now," he chuckled as Jueun decided to run out of the room.

"Yeosang, we never talked about this," you said to him lowly, not really wanting Jueun to hear your worries. Yeosang's grin dropped to a frown as he steps closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, "why? Do you not want her to see me as a father figure?" "It's not that, it's just," you paused, thinking of the right words before continuing, "I don't want her to be attached to someone she considered her dad only for that someone to leave her,"

Hearing that from you made Yeosang realize that it wasn't just you worrying over Jueun, but you're also worrying about yourself too and how it would affect you and Jueun if he leaves.

Smiling gently at you, Yeosang leaned his forehead against yours, "you don't have to worry about me leaving because I'm not gonna, I'm gonna stay with you both until you all get sick of me and kick me to the curb," he joked, making you laugh, "so please, can we celebrate the fact that Jueun called me dad and that I'm moving in with you two?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "who said you're moving in with us?" "I did, yeah, Jueun's convinced there's an evil sorcerer living in her closet and I promised her that I'll shoo him away every night before bedtime,"

It warms your heart knowing that your two favorite person got along so well. Had you known that leaving them both alone together would end up like this, you would've done it months ago.

You were about to comment on him moving in again when suddenly Jueun's voice was heard from the kitchen, "daddy! I can't- I can't reach the ice cream!"

As soon as you both heard that, you narrowed your eyes at Yeosang, "you bought my kid ice cream?" to which he rolled his eyes at you, "well she's my kid now too," he defended. You couldn't believe that you'd ever hear him say that but hearing that he's Jueun's dad seems so natural to you.

Giggling, you pushed him out of Jueun's room, "well then, please go and handle your daughter,". He blushed slightly as he tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to form on his face. So he opted to ran to Jueun.

But before he could walk too far, you grab his hand to say something.

"By the way, congrats on being a dad,"

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selfproducingfanfictionauthor · 3 years

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BTS Scenario: An omega arrives in your pack (Hyungline x alpha/beta fem!reader)

Summary: An omega joining a pack is a blessing - an unmated one is a miracle. So when the village elder came to you not with authority in her eyes but pity and pleading for understanding, you had no choice but to let him go.

Or, an omega joins the pack and you’re an alpha/beta in a relationship with another alpha. The community asks for your sacrifice. Warnings/Notes: Implied Smut, slight ass play, Angst, Drabble (no resolution... yet) I wanted to explore a different dynamic in the ABO Universe, since it’s usually Alpha BTS x Omega Reader but how about the Beta or even the Alpha reader? Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 2k+ (500 per drabble)

KIM SEOKJIN

(after he’s called to participate in the matching, and Jungkook is an unmated male omega who’s always had a crush on you) (though crush is a understatement)

He’s here for a final goodbye, you think as you allow him to push you back against the wall.

He kisses you with desperation, all teeth and tongue, as if he wants to devour you whole. He reeks of her but you push it at the back of your mind, together with your instinct to gain the upper hand.

If this is goodbye, let it be as soft as you two could be.

You close your eyes to blink back the tears and wrap your arms around his neck. You match his passion kiss after kiss until you both are panting, breathing in each other.

Seokjin slows it down and pulls at your shirt, slipping it off your head. His eyes are wan, and he hasn’t met your gaze the whole time. It feels wrong, but then again, everything is.

So you try to bring back some normalcy and let the urgency in your touch show. Your arms slid down his shoulder, pushing him back into your room, your strength easily matching his.

In the dark of the room, you tug at his shirt but Seokjin grasps your hand away from his chest. You thought he’s going to lead you to his cock just as he did many times before, but he pulls you closer until there’s no more space between your chest and his and leads your hand to his hole.

He’s dry as the dessert but her pushes your hand closer, until your fingers tap his puckered hole.

You can feel him force himself not to tense up, breathing deeply and dropping his head to your shoulder. His back is caved over you, like a tall child and he turns to graze his lips against your ear.

“I’ll let you fuck me too, if that’s what you want, jagi.”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull your hand away but he holds it still. Your other hand tries to push his chest away but his other arm wraps around your shoulder blades, unwilling to let go.

He keeps still in the crook of your neck, murmuring words you never imagined you’ll hear from the alpha, “I’ll moan like he did. Beg like he did.” His voice shakes, and you startle at the tears wetting your skin. It doesn’t even occur to you to wonder how he knew about Jungkook, and what had transpired the night before because here he is.

He’s crying. Your alpha is crying.

“Just please don’t leave me.”

MIN YOONGI

(Your love for Yoongi knows no bounds, you can give him this. In which your arranged marriage is thwarted.)

“It’s a good thing we’re not bonded yet, huh?”

You try not to wince at the relief in his voice and instead you laugh, hoping that the dark is enough to conceal the wobble on your lip.

You are both lying on your bed, exhausted by your hours long of… what do you call it again? Ah, he did call it his favorite recreational activity. He figured sexual compatibility is an important factor in arrange marriages earlier on your engagement.

And you, in love with him for more than half your life, said yes.

His fingers are playing with your hair, while his other hand lifts a lit cigarette to his lips. He glances down at you, his cat-like eyes half-lidded.

“You want a smoke?”

Pulling the blanket higher to your chest, relishing in the slight flicker of interest in his eyes, you shake your head. “Actually, can you not smoke on my bed tonight?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow but says nothing and puts out his cigarette against the ash tray on your bedside table. Usually, you take up on his offer, and he’s not gonna lie and say that the image of your lips around a cigarette doesn’t stir his cock alive.

“Not feeling well?” He asks, the only time you refused his offer was whenever you’re feeling the drop after your activities. But usually, you’ll tell him outright, communication being as open as you both could.

You let a small smile touch your lips at his tone. He cares for you, you know, maybe not as much as you want him to, but it’s enough.

Or it used to be enough.

“Just a mild migraine,” you lie before pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

Yoongi smiles and kisses the crown of your head, “You know what cures migraines?”

Your smile grows wider as you look up to his grin, his hand already sliding down the small of your back under your blankets. “I think I have an idea.”

By the time he’s pulled out 3 more orgasms from you, the moon has started fading from the night sky. The brisk winter air entering your room by the open window, drawing goosebumps on your skin.

Beside you, Yoongi sits up and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You’re not staying the night?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “The trials start the day after tomorrow, I’ve got to get a head start.”

Your press your lips together, your hand sneaking down your belly. You imagine your child, the size of a pea, hoping they do not hear your breaking heart. “I thought you didn’t like being choices taken away from you.”

That was one of the major points of discussion when your parents arranged your marriage. It’s also a source of your many arguments at the start, before slowly becoming some sort of unwanted roommate in your makeshift relationship.

Yoongi pauses, there’s something in your voice that he can’t pinpoint. He turns to you, for once, you are unreadable. “This is different.”

“Oh,” you breathe. How so, you want to ask. How come a choice robbed by our secondary natures so much different than the ones robbed by our parents? How come it’s the lesser evil in your eyes?

How come I was never a palatable choice in the first place?

But you don’t. Instead, Yoongi presses on. “At least now, you know, if it turns out that it’s me, you’re free. You can go to university just like you want.”

“Yeah…” you chuckle dryly, “Well, good luck then.”

You don’t beg him to stay, you’re an alpha too and an alpha protects their pack. As your hand travels down to your belly again, you remember - you have your own to protect now too.

JUNG HOSEOK

(You’re just his best friend. What can you say?)

“She smells like lilacs! No, wait, honey! Honey and cream.” Hoseok sighs, all lovestruck on your couch over the new omega girl in town.

As part of the search party that found her, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks. Giving you updates on her recovery in the beginning, and then her smile, her eyes, and the way she laughs as time went by.

At first, you didn’t mind. An omega joining the pack is a blessing, given their rarity. They symbolize fertility and bounty, and you are nothing if not loyal to the community. You foster the village children as their teacher, you teach them the ropes of the land - how to feed the cows, how to plant the seeds, and how to prepare for harvest - after all.

But as time went by, as Hoseok’s visits to her home frequent and his visits to yours lessen, it’s become harder and harder to keep the bitter thoughts away. Hoseok may still visit you, but when was the last time you two talked about anything other than her?

“The trials for her mate starts next week,” Hoseok starts, almost as if waiting for you to say something, “I’m thinking of participating.”

From the kitchen, you tighten your hold on the tray balancing your tea and snacks. Without a wobble, you inquire as you step back into your living room, “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he picks up one of your cookies, suddenly looking all bashful, “I’m unmated and I’m not getting younger so, might as well give it a shot you know?”

You frown behind your tea cup, “We’re barely past our mid-20s, Seok-ie, that hardly qualifies as old.”

Hoseok leans back and tilts his head on the back of your couch until it hangs in relaxation. “It’s different between you and I.”

It’s true, betas are not so pressured to reproduce early. After all, there’s nothing special to be had in your genes, you think bitterly.

“Besides,” he continues, “I think I like her. You know, maybe we should invite her next time we hang out! You can get to know her too!”

“I’d rather not.” It spills over your lips before you could control it, and Hoseok stiffens before turning his gaze to you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous.” Hoseok teases, unaware at how his words hit home.

You stiffen, biting your lip before the dam breaks. “Maybe I am.” you whisper.

He blinks in surprise at the feebleness of your tone, “B-but… you’re a beta.”

You know. You know your place, in this village and in his life but somehow it’s different hearing it from him. Standing, you turn away to step back into your kitchen when a hand grasps your wrist.

“I don’t understand.” Hoseok whispers, trying to look up to your face but thwarted by your hair. He doesn’t need to see your watering eyes to know there are tears in them. He’s reeling from the sudden change of atmosphere, smelling your distress in the air.

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by the sense of inferiority and your heart caves into itself. With the last of your strength, you shake off his hold, pointing to the door.

“I think it’s best you leave.”

KIM NAMJOON

(Namjoon has always been a man of duty, and though you are tough and strong, there are limits to what you can and will endure)

You pride yourself to be level-headed, calm, and objective unlike many of the alphas in the pack. You’ve never lost your control, or flown into fury even during your youth but at this very moment, you summon all your discipline to keep your lips from pulling back and snarling at the older alpha in front of you.

How dare she?

How dare they ask this of you?

“It is his duty.” She repeats and beside you, Namjoon is silent. Eyes straight ahead, back as rigid as the trees outside your home. The home that you two built for your children that will come after your wedding.

The wedding that’s supposed to be in a month.

But the longer Namjoon stays silent, the farther that future seems to be. By the time the elder leaves your home, you don’t even see a speck of it in your mind’s eye.

The silence continue as you clean up the cups and uneaten rice cakes. The silent clink of the utensils echoing in your quaint home.

As you wash the dishes, you feel like an outsider watching your body go through the motions. Scrubbing the plate clockwise, once, twice, three times, before running it under the faucet. Next, you pick up the cups, here, clockwise, once, twice —

“It is my duty,” you hear Namjoon, and oh, he’s beside you, hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from the frigid waters, “you know that, right?”

As one of the strongest and wisest alphas this pack has ever seen in generations, your betrothal to Namjoon was tolerated at best. Alpha bondings are common nowadays, with the scarcity of omegas. So yes, your betrothal was tolerated - just tolerated, even with you being as strong and as wise as your betrothed - but now?

With that young omega in the picture?

They are making you feel as if you’ve committed a grave sin against the community, as if it’s not within your rights to rage against the unfairness of it all.

They’re asking you for your love.

And he’s so willing to be taken away. Your heart breaks but you nod quietly, “I know. I understand.”

Namjoon stupidly thought that was the end of it. That you knew he’ll always come back to you, omega or not.

Maybe he was naive, or he truly was selfish to ask it of you but when he gets home the week after the trials to a dark cold house the surprise knocks him to his knees and drops his heart to his stomach.

You left the kitchen untouched, his mug still next to yours but, Namjoon pauses at the threshold of your room. There, glinting under the moonlight, sits your ring and the last of your scent wafts away.

END NOTES: Hearts are appreciated but comments are gold. Let me know if this should have a second (or even third) part! :)

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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And the adventure begins

Bruce Banner x daughter!reader

A/n: yay! Another part out! Finally lol. Now time to work on my Loki fic and ignore this one for two weeks lol💀 jk I’m trying to keep up y’all I promise. Anyway hope you like it💕💕

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Now that you think about it, maybe you shouldn’t have skipped school today. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

....On another planet. Watching Thor be forced to fight some old dudes “Champion”, whatever that means.

Let’s go back to the beginning.

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Nerves filled your body as you walked to school. You had an audition in the school play today and you were determined to get the part. Tony had offered to take you to school today but you decided to walk as it would give you extra time to learn your lines. As you pushed through the busy streets, occasionally bumping into a random pedestrian, you heard some girls whispering.

“Oh my god is that..”

“Yes! oh my go, he's so handsome”

“Ask him for a selfie”

“No you go ask hm”

At first you rolled your eyes, thinking it was just some youtuber or Tik tok star, you kept walking, eyes down re-reading your script. Then you heard the girls speak again.

“Thanks Thor, I’m sorry Jane dumped you.”

Hearing the name, your head swiveled up. You scanned the crowd looking for the blonde man, at first missing him as he wasn’t in his usual outfit of a cape and battle armour. But then you saw him, in a hoodie and some jeans. Picking up the pace, you jog toward the god not noticing the darker clothed man next to him.

“....it was a mutual dumping”

“I didn’t know the renaissance fair was in town” you say, a small smirk making its way on your face at the quip.

Both Thor and ...Loki?! Turn around in surprise at the sudden voice behind them. Only to see you looking up at them with a arched brow.

“Lady Y/n! How wonderful it is to see you” Thor boomed as he brought you into a bone crushing hug. Over his shoulder you could see Loki roll his eyes.

“Honestly, had I known this trip would consist of young woman flocking to you, I would have allowed your hammer to kill me.”

Thor ignored his brother as he put you down. “My how you’ve grown.”

You smile and say, “Well the last time you saw me I was twelve.” Then you eye Loki with distrust. “Um Thor, why’d you bring brother dearest back to New York?”

Loki looks at you with distaste, “ Who is this child, and why is she conversing with us?”

“Brother” Thor warns and then turns to you, “ Lady Y/n, we are searching for our father, it seems as if my brother” Thor harshly pats Loki on the shoulder, “ Has misplaced him.”

You look at Loki and then look at the building that has been demolished

, “ Woah, I didn’t know Gods put their parents in nursing homes” You say “ If you want we can go back to the Tower and try to track him down”

Thor smiles at the suggestion, “ A wonderful idea, tell me, how have my comrades been in my absence?”

You cringe at the thought of explaining the events of the so called “Civil war”. Then notice a ring of sparks forming around Loki.

“Uhh Thor” You say as you nod your head

“What’s this..wha.what are you doing?” He asks in alarm. Loki looks confused as the sparks get larger and more erratic.

“ This isn’t me” Loki says in confusion. Then suddenly the ground opens up beneath him and he falls through with an alarmed “Oh!” only leaving behind a business card. You and Thor look at each other, confusion written on both of your faces.

“Loki” Thor whispers as he nudges the card with his umbrella. You look at him with concern and think to yourself

“Does..does he think the cards Loki?”

You bend down to pick up the business card and read it out loud.

“177a Bleeker St” you look at Thor and ask,” Do you know anyone from there?”

“ No” He says, ‘ i don’t even know where that is.”

You sigh, looking down at your script and making a decision. “ Well, lets go find your brother.”

And with that, you turn around and start walking to your destination.

“Oh well, school can wait”

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You and Thor find yourselves in front of two big black doors. You stand near Thor as he raises his hand to knock. Suddenly, before his hand is able to touch the door, you find yourselves inside the building.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself as you look around.

“Thor Odinson” a deep voice says. You look up to see a floating figure in the shadows coming towards you both. Thor pushes you behind him as he holds him umbrella threateningly. If you weren’t in potential danger, you would have laughed at the sight. The figure floated into the light and you saw it was a man.

He was wearing a cloak and some weird robes with yellow gloves. He was relatively handsome, salt and pepper hair that was slicked back, high cheek bones and a goatee. He wasn’t horrible to look at. His deep, baritone voice was soothing.

“God of Thunder” He said looking at Thor. He glanced at the umbrella. “ You can put down the umbrella.” Then his gaze turned to you.

“Y/n Banner. I wasn’t expecting you here” He said eyes narrowing at you,” Shouldn’t you be in school?”

You chuckled nervously, “ Eh, how can I abandon a friend in need?”

The man smiles and looks back at Thor and suddenly your in a different room. Looking around in awe you hear Thor start talking.

“So..Earth has wizards now” He says, picking up a dagger from a display on a table, then dropping all of them trying to put them back. You try to hold back a laugh, feeling embarrassed for the god.

You might have failed though because Thor looked at you with an unimpressed glance. You giggle out loud this time, as you watch him struggle with the knives. Everytime he managed to put one back, another fell.

“The preferred term is Master of the Mystic arts...” Clank! another knife falls. The man looks very unimpressed, at your giggling and Thor's clumsiness.” You can leave that now.”

At those words Thor leaves the knifes, trying to regaine his cool, he leans against the table.

“Alright wizard, who are you and why should I care?”

“Thor! That’s rude!”

Ignoring you, their conversation continues,

“My name is Dr. Stephen Strange and I have some questions for you.” He says as he eyes you and Thor. “Have a seat”

Within a second you’re in another room in the building...or least you think it is. The wind blows your hair back as you are suddenly dropped into a chair. You can see Thor look around startled and confused at the sudden setting change. You’re sure your face mirrored his as well.

“Tea?” Dr. Strange asks nonchalantly, a cup of tea appearing in your hands. You look at it in awe, not used to this level of magic, or magic at all. Thor on the other hand looked unimpressed with the cup.

“I don’t drink tea.” He says examining the cup that looked small in his hands.

“Well what do you drink?”

“Not tea.” Thor says shaking his head. You roll you eyes as you go for a sip of tea, but before you can a large pitcher of beer was in its place. You look up at the two men with a raised eyebrow.

“I hate to be a bother, but I do drink tea”

Strange looked at you in amusement as he returns the beer to tea.

“Jesus made water into wine, you make beer into tea. Interesting..” You say as you sip your tea. It was perfectly brewed of course. Dr. Strange smiled at the comparison

“Well its not exactly like that” Then he turned to Thor, “ So, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from the realms that may be a threat to this world. Your adopted brother Loki is one of those beings.”

You scoff and roll your eyes and mutter, “Yeah no kidding.” Then you finish the last sips of tea, as you bring it down, the glass is already refilled

Thor looks up from his glass that he basically chugged,”Thats a worthy inclusion” His beer is refilled as well. He looks at it in astonishment.

“Then why bring him here?” Strange asks leaning forward.

“We’re looking for my father.”

“So..if I were to tell you where Odin was..all parties concerned would return to Asgard” He then looks at you, “ or upper Manhattan.”

“Promptly” “Try and keep me away from this place.”

“Great then I’ll help you...and get to that later”

You smirk at the doctor, knowing that it’s basically impossible to squash your curiosity once you get started. Then you realized something.

“Wait, if you knew where Odin is, why didn't you tell anyone?”

“Well he was very adamant he was not to be disturbed,” He turned to Thor, “Your father had chosen to remain in exile. Also you don’t have a phone.”

“Hmm, no I don’t have a..a phone but you could’ve sent an electronic letter. It’s called an email.”

“Thor you don’t have a computer.”

“What for?”

You lock eyes with Dr. Strange and share a look.

“Uh huh well, my father is no longer in exile, so if you can tell me where he is, the quicker I can take him home.” Thor then takes a sip of his beer.

“Okay, hes in Norway.” Suddenly your on your feet again standing an a library of some sort. You’re a bit unbalance and catch yourself on the self. Strange is muttering to himself as he looks through a book. Then again, you’re in another room with a shelf. Nearly falling over you cling onto Thor, but he’s in no better shape than you, beer spilling everywhere.

“Oh we don’t need that” Boom, in another room, this time you do fall and Thor breaks another shelf. He places the glass on a table, shaking the spilled beer of his person.

“Can you stop doing that?” He asked irritated

“Please” you add in, looking up from your place on the ground.

You’re on your feet in a blink of an eye, feeling dizzy at the continuous movement.

“Can I..I need a piece of your hair.” Strange says looking at Thor.

“Let me tell you something, my hair is not to be --OW”

You smile sweetly as you pass the yanked out hair to the Strange. “ Here you go Dr. Wizard.” He makes a face at the nickname but takes the hair with a nod of thanks. Thor looks at you in betrayal.

“Don’t be such a drama queen” You say rolling your eyes. You then walk away from the duo, examining books and artifact that were in the room. You were too caught up in looking at all the cool stuff you didn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Suddenly you were in the front room again. You managed to stay on your feet as Thor tumbled down the stairs. You watched in amazement as Dr. Strange did some hand movements and created a shape in sparks.

“Could’ve just walked.” Thor muttered as he brushed the dust and wrinkles out off of his clothes.

“He’s waiting for you.” Then Dr. Strange turned to you,” Would you like to go home Ms. Banner?”

You looked at him with consideration,” Um Mister Strange, do you think you can help me find my dad?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Then he turned to Thor,” Don’t forget your umbrella.

“Oh right.” Thor sticks his arm out like he’s summoning his hammer. You look at him confused. Then you here several bangs and crashes, as if something is being thrown around the rooms.

“ohhh thats where your hammer went”

Dr. Strange looks at Thor unimpressed again.

“Sssorry” The umbrella lands in his hands and he brushes the glass off the hammer.” I suppose I need my brother back”

“Oh right”

The a portal appears a few feet off the ground, in comes Loki screaming as he falls and hits the ground.

He flips his hair back as he catches his breath, “ I have been falling..FOR THIRTY MINUTES”

You snicker as you go to help the god of mischief up,” Come on reindeer games, lets get you up”

He doesn’t decline your help but he doesn’t thank you either. You turn to see Thor and Strange shake hands.

“Handle me?!” “Oh boy” “ Who are you?”

“Loki..”

“You think you’re a sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute--”

“Alright bye bye” The portal then is thrown to them as Loki charges with two daggers.

It’s silent in the room as you whislte,” Well he’s very catty.”

Strange laughs as he nods,” Come on kid lets find your dad.”

You’re then taken back to the library and you give him a piece of your hair.

“You have had quite the adventure today.” Dr. Strange says as he looks through the books again.

“Ehh, when you live with the Avengers stuff like this is an everyday thing.”

“I could imagine” He says smiling at you. “ Well..it seems like your father is off world”

“Off world?” You question,”why would he be...?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Then a bag appeared in front of you.

“I have a feeling you won’t stop searching until you find your father.” He nods to the bag. “ Everything you need to survive in Sakkarr is in there, I trust you know how to use knives?”

“Yeah, Bucky taught me.”

“Perfect, now you must try to get on the grandmasters good side, that’ll give you the resources you need to find your father. Don’t get caught by scavenger or scrapper , you’ll either get eaten or sold into slavery.”

“Slavery?” you ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Sakkarr is known to be the ‘dump’ of the universe. It’s filled with people you must be weary of. The main entertainment are these gladiator type fights the Grandmaster puts on.” He thinks for a bit the conjures up a portal. He pulls a amulet out of it then hands it to you. “If you find your father, or need a quick escape, rub this amule three times t and I’ll make a portal for you to come back home”

You nod, nervous to go on your personal mission. You look up at Dr.strange and hug him. “ Thanks Dr.Wizard.”

He pats your back uncomfortably,” It’s Stephen.”

You let go of him and smile,”Well, beam me up Scotty”

He rolls his eyes and creates a portal, you take a deep breath and look at him. He sends you a reassuring smile and you’re filled with determination. Then you step through.

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You step through it to see...the steps to some weird looking palace. You look around to see an even weirder looking city. It looks like its built out of scraps of metal or parts. You walk up the steps and into the palace. You look around, astonished at the amount of people??

Beings. So many different kinds of aliens. All different colors and shapes. It was like a Star Wars movie. Then you see a familiar face.

“Loki??”

He looks up at you in confusion, you speed towards him, happy to see a familiar face. Even if it is Thor's evil brother.

“Ah Thor's child friend. This doesn’t seem like your type of setting.”

“I’m looking for my father, Stephen says he’s here.”

He scoffs, looking around the room. “It seems everyone is looking for their fathers.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Norway with Thor and your dad”

“Well it seems that father dearest has been hiding a secret daughter. Who appeared after my father died. And is destined to destroy Asgard.”

“Well shit” you blurt out. “Are..are you okay?”

Loki looks at you like you’re a puzzle.

“What.”

“Well..” you start nervously, “it sounds like a traumatic experience, so..are you okay?”

He’s quiet for a few minutes, just staring at you. Suddenly he turns around. “We must see the grandmaster. He’s the only one who can guarantee your protection, and I’m sure you would prefer not to be slaughtered brutally in the competition.”

He walks ahead of you, and you stare after him wondering what just happened. Then after he noticed you’re not following him he turns and says

“Well, come on. I haven’t got all day.”

“Oh right.” You catch up to him and walk by his side. Looking around in wonder.

“Why are you looking around like that?” Loki asks as he makes his way through a crowd of...pink women. They had their hair in very intricate styles and weird metallic unitards. They eyed you as you passed by them.

“I feel like I’m in a Star Wars movie.” You pass by a man, he looked almost reptilian. He had pale yellow skin with green slits as his eyes. He looks like he was gambling or something.

“I don’t know what that is. Why would stars commence in battle? It makes no sense.” Loki scoffs as he turns to look at you. You laugh at his misunderstanding.

“I just..never seen..” you trail off not knowing how to explain. Luckily, Loki seems to get what you were says.

“ I can see this is a bit of a change for you. But..you have seen people from other planets before.”

“ yeah..it’s just a lot to take in.” You smile at Loki, “ I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I can freak out about it after I meet the Grandmaster.”

He nods his head and starts walking again, but this time he’s closer to you. Finally, you reach a large room. It’s filled with guards all wearing different colored armor. They part as Loki walks through them, confident with long strides. You follow him, shrinking under their gaze. Loki leans down to whisper to you

“ when you meet the grandmaster, do not be too meak . And do not mention anything about your father till I tell you. Actually, just follow my lead.”

You look up at him and before you say anything, a large woman appears in the room. She looks normal to you. Stocky, a stern face with white markings. A slicked back bun. She’s wearing yellow armor with black accents. She’s holding a large staff with an orb attached to the end.

“ Didn’t the Grandmaster just see you” she says to Loki, glaring at him. Loki smiles charmingly and says

“Oh yes, but it appears that I have found a...friend.. of mine. She, like I, has arrived here on Sakkarr by accident and is hoping to meet with the Grandmaster.”

Then Loki nudges you in front of him, and into the view of the woman. She looks at you with distaste.

“ Poor child is skin and bones. She’s puny.”

You look in offense, but before you can say anything Loki spoke for you.

“Yes, and that’s why I have decided to take her under my wing.”

“ Can she not speak for herself? You expect the Grandmaster to—“ “ Easy Topaz”

“Loki! How wonderful to see you again, even though it’s been about twenty minutes”

A voice cut through the air. Suddenly everyone in the room stood up straight. Topaz immediately stopped talking and turned. A man came in on a floating throne. He was wearing red, blue, and gold robes. He had a blue line down his chin and blue under eye liner. He...he looked like..

“Jeff Goldblum?”

Loki looked at you like you were insane and the Grandmaster and Topaz just looked confused.

“What did she call me?” He whispered to Topaz, she looked at him in equal bafflement. She then tries to hand him the staff.

“ Why are you handing me the melty stick?! She had a slip of a tounge! That’s not a capital offense”

“What is wrong with you?” “I’m sorry! It just slipped out!” “ Do you want to die” “To be fair, that was the biggest compliment I could have given him. Jeff Goldblum is basically a god of cinema.”

Topaz looked at the Grandmaster, “ apparently this..Jeff.. is a god from her world.”

“Hm, child.”

You and Loki stop your whisper arugument and turn to the Grandmaster.

“Come forward.”

You look at Loki in fear and step up to the floating throne.

“Hm” The man says as he examines you. You suddenly feel self conscious about what you’re wearing. A Jurassic park shirt (ironically) with a turtleneck under, some plaid pants and converse. To be fair you weren’t expecting to end up on a different planet.

“I don’t know what Jurassic park is, but look there’s a big lizard on her shirt” he says to Topaz, “ you like lizards?” He asks you. Your eyes widened at the question not expecting it.

“Oh I think I’ve embarrassed her, it’s okay if you like them. I don’t personally like them, they’re all scales and fast and blegh” the Grandmaster rambles then Topaz chimes in

“ and they can grow back limbs”

“Yes! That’s disgusting”

“ I’m sorry, it’s not a lizard, it’s a dinosaur ” you explain. “ it’s from a movie, it has Jeff Goldblum...”

You trail off as they stare at you.

“ Go on, you keep mentioning this Jeff Goldblum, I’d like to hear more about him.”

So there you were, explaining all the different movies Jeff Goldblum was in. From the Fly to Jurassic Park. Everyone seemed...intrested. The Grandmaster somehow got it in his head that you were this great storyteller. So now you were on his good side, just like Loki.

“ Storyteller, I welcome you to Sakkarr! I have never met a child with such interesting stories!” He turns to Topaz, “ Aren’t they entertaining?! So adventurous!”

“ I think they’re weird.” “ Oh don’t be such a buzzkill”

“ I thank you Grandmaster, for being so gracious with my...ward” Loki says, “I assure you that I will keep her out of trouble.”

“ Yes yes, now go, if she is going to stay here, she’ll need to fit in. Topaz, see if you can find a tailor for the child, she’ll need a change of clothes. You as well Loki”

She nods and gestures for you both to follow her. As you walk through the futuristic castle, you are completely in awe. Even though you live with Tony, this is a different kind of technology. Topaz gives you both a tour. She mentions the fights and the arena, but you don’t pay too much attention. Finally you make it to the tailor. After being fussed over and much debating, you finally come to an agreement.

You end up with a sort of body armor. With a black catsuit made out of a leather like material, there were pieces of armor covering your legs, hips, torso, shoulders and arms. Blue fabric was wrapped around your waist, draping down the front and under the armor there. There was also fabric wrapped around your upper arm and shoulders preventing the straps from rubbing against your skin. Finally, to top it all off, a long blue cape drape down your shoulders. You felt awesome. You took the daggers Stephen gave you out of the bag and attached them to your hips. And the amulet around your neck.

“What do you think?” You asked Loki. He looked at you for a bit.

“Your daggers should be attached to your thighs, that way the hilts are at your fingertips and not your shoulders.” He squints for a bit, “ that cape looks ridiculous.”

“Fuck off man I look awesome.”

Loki just laughs and goes to put his outfit on. “ Such foul language for a child.” Then he comes out fully dressed. With a yellow cape.

“ oh? My cape was ridiculous?”

“Hush.”

You smile, and a silence falls between you both. You sigh and look down, playing with the end of your cape. Loki looks at you, examines your face, then looks away.

“ Why...why did you ask if I was alright?” He questions, “when you first saw me..?”

You looked at him your face scrunched in a puzzled expression, “ because.”

“Because what?” Loki asks, not understanding where your coming from.

“ I don’t know, because like I said, something that traumatic must’ve been shitty. I know I wouldn’t be okay.”

“I do not understand you. Why care about someone you never met? Nevertheless someone like me?”

“Someone like you?” Now you were really confused. What does he mean by that?

“No midgardian would trust me. Especially after...” He stops, hinting about the attack of New York. “ I am not... not a good person. Nor a good influence. Not for a child.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Your words seem to startle him.

“I beg your pardon?”

“ That’s. Bullshit.” You stand to face him.

“Loki, I’ve known you for about six hours. And in that time, you managed to help me gain favor of a ruler, enough for him to give me a room to stay in and new clothes. You also helped me when you could’ve just left me alone. From what I’ve seen, you’re pretty chill.”

“Chill?” He asks quirking an eyebrow.

“A good person.”

He stops and looks at you, “ you think I’m a good person? Even though I nearly destroyed your planet?”

“ Sure. We all make mistakes.”

He stares at you for a while. Smiles briefly and then gets up from where he was leaning.

“ You, my dear, are one odd child.” He walks out of the room. “Come along, I must get you to your room. It’s late and I am certain you e had a long day.”

You follow him to your room, turns out someone was paying attention to the tour. He leads you to your temporary room, shows you how to open the door and lock it, then makes sure your settled.

“Well, it’s time for me to retire. Good night child.”

When he doesn’t get a response he turns around, he sees you’ve fallen asleep on the bed. He chuckles at the sound of you muttering in your sleep.

“ An odd child indeed.”

Then he covers you, turns out the lights and shuts the door. Leaving you to go to his room.

( he promptly freaks out over how quickly he’s grown fond of you.)

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thefangirlofhp · 2 years

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Okay, here we go. This is either an incredibly unsubtle attempt to break into the vault, or simply to share some feels. You can decide.

I don't have Pinterest anymore, and I'm not going to put a family photo on Tumblr, so you can deal with my words, instead. Sorry. 🙃

My niece is around Winnie's age - she's also Obsessed with cats, to the point where, when we video chat with her, my husband and I play second fiddle to our two kitties (much to their chagrin 😹) - and I get frequent photos of her adventures. The most recent photo of her Very Important Day was a picnic in the garden, with her favourite toys and a mini tea set, that gave me solid Winnie vibes. A brightly coloured picnic blanket, a cute little yellow sundress, chunky toddler legs and soft, golden brown hair that she loves to wear in pigtails. A punnet of raspberries, a bag of corn chips, and a couple of discarded waffles. My old doll's pram that is - somehow, surprisingly - still going strong, and an (empty, thankfully) adult-sized blue willow mug that she'd knocked over in her attempt to 'pour tea' for someone else. My heart. 🥰

Woman, I just have no words. The image you described has been with me all day. I have never had the urge to draw something like I am right now. Here are some Winnie feels for you.

The Vault doesn’t contain Winnie and playing tea party because that’s Chapter 3 but what The Vault does have is Azriel taking a nap and Winnie essentially being that infamous vine: “I wanna take a nap right here.” I’m glad it’s getting the opportunity to shine because it’s one of my favorite pieces that won’t be in the story:

"What's the matter?" He asks softly, voice hoarse and patched together in broken syllables. His hand retreats from its outstretched reach towards the bedside as he relaxes against his elbows, heart steadily returning to its normal depressed rate.

"I wanna takke nap!" The girl demands, climbing onto the bed, grasping at the duvets.

Azriel relaxes against the mattress, his pillow finding his head in its embrace once more. "You want to take a nap?"

"Yeah!" Her voice cracks, eyebrows furiously diving together, small mouth set. "I wanna takke nap right here."

"Okay," he raises a corner of the duvet, allowing her to burrow into him under the blanket and curl there before his chest. She immediately closes her eyes with an energy not suited for one supposedly tired, but oh who is he to judge napping to escape the trials of life?

Winnie puts her head on the pillow before his own face, breathing hard through her nose. Placing an arm over her and encasing her in the folds of comfort, Azriel quietly looks at her for a second before breaking the silence.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes!" She replies immediately, voice high pitched. "I just wanna takke nap!"

Lips curving slightly, he closes his eyes. "Okay. But just know that you can tell me anything, okay?"

"Otay!"

Hot breathing sharp on his face, any drowsiness Azriel was blessed with escaped the second she slammed the door open. He tries to catch it again, but with her breathing so hard, determined to hold whatever it is inside, he can't hear himself think, much less sleep.

Faintly opening his eyes, he catches her quickly scrunching her eyes shut once more, clearly having been peaking before.

"I nap when I'm tired," he shares quietly. "Are you tired?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm," his eyes trace her features, watching the fair hair in her face flutter with every hard breath. "I also nap when I'm sad. Are you sad?"

"..No!"

"Will you tell me if you're sad?"

He watches her facial expression change; mouth puckering, eyes scrunching, brows dancing. He smiles fondly. "Yes."

"Good," he breathes and closes his eyes, once more trying to sleep.

"Why are you sad?"

"I'm just tired."

"Otay. I'm tired too."

"Okay."

"You wanna takke nap here?"

"Yes, Winnie."

"I wanna takke nap here, too."

"To nap, Bunny, you have to be quiet."

"Weally?"

"Mhm."

"...The cars are takke nap?"

"No, they're not."

"Why?"

"They're not quiet."

"Oh... I'm takke nap?"

He pulls her closer, smuggling her into silence in his chest. "Go to sleep, Bunny."

"I don't wanna sleep. I wanna takke nap here."

"Okay."

"Otay."”

— From The Vault, Shit That Won’t Make The Cut

“After putting the plushies to bed, it's dolls next and a tea party where the more intelligent sophisticated conversation takes place regarding the word 'blue' and the walls, and the sky, and 'woof woof', and 'pretty' and somehow Azriel ends up debating the Oxford dictionary versus the Cambridge one with a two-year-old. Paraphrasing.

Hours pass by in such manner, enjoying civil conversation with the chatty girl that Azriel mentally runs to catch up with her train of thoughts, and being taught the etiquette of tea parties and drinking tea: the pinky has to be out. Always. If the pinky is not, then it is not a tea party but rather some barbarian gathering of gorillas coming together to slurp hot drinks and bang their chests.

But there's something about this girl's round cheeks and small lips that widen in a grin easily, something enrapturing about the bright hue of her wide hazel eyes that shines vibrantly between blue and green and grey- something about the complete trust and ease with which she interacts with her safe environment that it seeps into Azriel himself, makes his lips tug up into a carefree smile of a personal cheer.”

— Chapter 3, apaixonar.

#apaixonar #ask #azriel #winnie #azzinie

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coffeeshib · 4 years

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Kara just really really wants to date Lena supercorp au?

“Date me,” Kara says.

“No,” Lena answers calmly.

Kara gasps, blinking fast, shocked by the nonchalant response. Lena merely looks at her tablet, her attention clearly divided. Her best friend sits cross-legged next to her on the couch, sweater and sweatpants and socks on, comfortable and relaxed.

“No? But—Lena, I’m cute and funny.” Kara scrunches her nose and squints at Lena’s tablet screen.

Lena pauses. “That’s true,” she says slowly, and finally looks at Kara. Lifting her hand up, she pushes Kara’s glasses back up on her nose using her index finger. Then, she only just returns her attention back to her tablet.

Alex squints at them from across the room. “Oh, great,” she groans, before standing up and taking her phone out of her pocket. “Where's Kelly?” she mumbles to herself as she leaves the living room, making her way to Lena’s balcony.

“Is that—wait, so is that a yes?”

“It’s a no, Kara. I only agreed with the cute & funny part,” Lena says, distracted.

“Lena.” Kara's mouth opens and closes, eyes blinking fast. “Wow, you don’t let a girl down easy. Sad girl down!”

“Well, get back up,” Lena quips. She strokes Kara’s knee, touch tender.

“I—what—?” Kara stammers, with wild eyes. Falling backwards on the couch, she stares at the ceiling. “I can’t believe you—is this how you usually respond when someone asks you out? So this is what rejection feels like.”

“Trust me, you’ll feel better after eating a plate full of potstickers.”

“Maybe.” Kara bites her bottom lip. Frowning, she sits back up and pokes Lena’s thigh. “But can I ask why not? I have abs, Lena.”

Lena wheezes. A few seconds later, Kara also shakes in silent laughter as well.

“Look,” Kara says, touches her glasses and licks her lips. She’s trying to keep a straight face on. “I’ll play with your hair everyday and give you lots of face kisses if you date me.”

“Well…” Setting the tablet down, Lena pretends to think about it.

Then, the balcony door opens and Alex shows up again, walking in.

Lena shoots Alex a please help me look, but Alex pretends she doesn’t see it as she refills her glass of water. After that, she dashes out of the room so quickly she becomes a blur of red hair and black clothes.

Damn her.

Kara sees Lena’s face and pouts, taking her arms back. Lena whimpers, because the heaters aren’t on and it’s cold right now and Kara’s hands on her waist were keeping her warm, goddamnit.

Lena tries, and fails, to pull Kara’s arms back around her.

“Kara. Those arms, put them back where they came from—”

Kara does as told, and indulges her. “I have decided that this is the last time I’m going to cuddle you. I only cuddle people I date.”

“Lies.”

“It’s true.”

Lena breaks into a smile—or rather a smirk, really. “It’s not. Don’t threaten to deprive me of your warm hugs and cuddles.”

“Oh, Lena.” Kara sighs. “You see, I would pay so much more attention to you if you dated me. Your best friend who has abs. So, maybe date me?”

Lena considers it for a second, then wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think so.”

“Wha—” Kara stutters, offended. “I'll have you know I'm an excellent girlfriend. I'll bring you flowers and chocolate and give you nose kisses. You’re the perfect height to receive nose kisses from me.”

Lena only stares at her, the corners of her mouth twitching into something like a smile.

Then, someone laughs—loud.

They both look up to see Alex on the balcony with a ridiculous goofy smile on her face, phone next to her ear.

“Look at Alex. I want that. Did you know that Alex’s girlfriend takes her on a date every week, each Saturday, and has a special routine? Kelly gives Alex’s face ten kisses every night, all over her face. It’s relationship goals.”

Lena cracks a smile. “Gay.”

Kara nods solemnly. “Gay.”

“Women, huh, Kara.” Lena arches an eyebrow at her.

“Hush, Lena. I’m still coming to terms with it.”

Lena tilts her head, smiling amusedly. “Kara, you’ve been ‘coming to terms with it’ since… well, since you met me. I think you have it figured out by now.”

Kara shrugs. “I mean… I still don’t know for sure, Lena. See, I’ve never dated a woman before—”

“—What on earth are you talking about, you dated Lucy before she left National City—”

“—How do I truly know if I like women if I have never felt the warmth of a woman’s touch? I’ve walked my whole life confused, lost and scared, hidden from showing my true self to anyone—”

“—Kara, Eliza said “I know” when you came out to her—”

Kara sighs deeply, eyes wide. “How do I just know when I don’t even know how to hold a woman’s hand?”

Lena takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “And I thought I was the dramatic one. Darling, you astound me.”

Kara sighs, sad and dejected. “Lena, what was that quote about tiddies?”

“The what now?”

“From Sappho’s. I think it was something like ‘may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend’? Yeah, it’s that. Oh to sleep on the breast of my delicate friend.” Kara cries. “That’s what I want, too.”

Lena falls down on Kara’s chest, laughter bubbling inside her chest and trying to squirm away. Kara doesn't let her, instead she just cackles along with her. Lena bites Kara on the neck, who doesn't even flinch, which, what the fuck—instead just shifts Lena back to sitting up and then dramatically sprawls out on her back even more.

“Date me, Lena,” Kara says. “Date me, date me, date me—”

“Kara.” Lena sighs, squeezing Kara’s hand. “I am not going to date you. You would spend more time at the gym than you would with me.” She pokes her abs.

“Oh, no.” Kara sniffs. “But you like and enjoy how strong I am. Don't think I don't notice how flustered you get when I pick you up or hold you in my arms.”

Lena looks faintly pink. “That's none of your business,” she says calmly. “I like muscles, you're not special.” Kara only just now notices Lena’s wrinkled sweater from the earlier actions, and starts smoothing them.

“You look nice. You look really good in my clothes.”

Lena sits still as Kara fixes her up, keeping a poker face even when Kara tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I look good in everything.”

“But my clothes are simply the best.” Then, Kara gasps. “Yet another reason you should date me.”

Lena sighs, shifting her weight around in Kara’s lap. It’s quiet for a bit, eyes on each other as they listen to Alex talking outside.

Kara takes the opportunity to cup Lena’s face. When Lena doesn’t move, just stays still in Kara’s lap, Kara gives Lena a kiss on the cheek.

Lena pulls back.

“Kara! What was that.” Lena raises an eyebrow, incredulous. Her hands slip under Kara’s shirt, palm on her abs.

“I'm trying to seduce you,” Kara says, trying to keep a straight face, and stops Lena’s wandering hands underneath her shirt.

“It isn't working.”

“Darn.”

Lena nods. “You need to work on your skill.”

“Yes, well… that's not exactly what the last person I had sex with said.”

Lena frowns. “Wait, what? When did you have sex with someone?”

“Hmm. Just yesterday, some woman from a friend’s birthday party. She was lovely. Pretty, too. Why, you jealous?”

Lena scoffs. “No,” she says. Kara pokes her cheek.

“Aw, jealous baby,” Kara coos. “How can you be jealous when you’re not even dating me?”

“I’m not jealous,” Lena insists. “I know what you taste like. I know how you are, and I’m very sure I’m not missing out on much.”

“Oh, really now.” Kara breathes a laugh. “I made you cry the last time we hooked up! You were begging so much—Kara, Kara, please! Kara please, want you to touch me, fuck me now, don’t stop, please, please—”

Lena lets out a strangled noise and quickly quiets Kara, squishing her palm against Kara’s mouth. After a moment, when Kara shows no sign of talking anymore, Lena hesitantly takes her hand off Kara’s mouth.

“So, it’s really a big no on dating me, huh.”

Lena pauses, biting her lip.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Amazing,” Kara whispers. “Lena, are we still pretending it wasn't you that I danced & flirted with at Kelly’s birthday party? I even guided you all the way back to your bed. It's been one whole day since you've last gotten—well, um. You know. Are you okay? How are you surviving?”

“I’m thriving.” Lena breathes out. “I’m living my best life. Been doing some soul searching, too. Finding myself.”

Kara wheezes.

“If you really want to date me,” Lena says, seriously, “you would make me some tea and let me do my work peacefully.”

Kara turns incredulous. “But Lena, I can't move.” She cries. “You’re in my lap, snuggled toasty warm against me and feeling me up. You get up!”

Lena slumps down until Kara’s back hits the couch and Lena’s lying completely on Kara. Kara immediately hugs her with her toned arms.

“No,” Lena says. “I’m cold, warm me up.”

“Ice block human,” Kara whispers. “Date me.”

“No,” Lena says, groaning right into Kara’s ear. She tucks her face into Kara’s neck, her lips touching the skin there. “No, for the last time. I will not date you, Kara Danvers.”

“Golly—that’s not even my full name. How many times can you break a woman's heart today? Aren’t you quite the heartbreaker.”

Lena only makes a muffled sound against her neck.

“No more straps. I’m never giving you some ever again,” Kara decides.

“But I like it when you use the strap. Why not?”

Kara scoffs. “I meant the sour straps. Lollies—my snacks in the cupboards. But since you brought that up, I mean that, too.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Lena pulls herself away, now sitting on Kara’s thighs.

“Dead serious. I’m cute, funny, and I have abs. And as you already know, my strap game is rather incredible. Ask yourself if you deserve the hot package.”

Lena sighs, looking like she’s really considering it. “Kara.”

“I’m a hot item.”

“Come on now, Kara…”

Kara sighs and turns her head to the side, dramatically.

Lena shakes her head. “This doesn’t need to be complicated.”

Kara frowns. “Oh, I see it now. All this time, the only reason why you like me is because of my strap game. I should have known.”

“Oh my god.”

Kara fake sniffs. “No matter, Lena. You’re my favourite person. I still love you, even knowing this.”

Lena mock slaps her on the shoulder, turning it into a gentle hand when it moves up on Kara’s cheek.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? And pretty, too,” Lena murmurs. Kara takes Lena’s hand off her cheek and presses a kiss to the palm, eyes never leaving Lena’s. Lena’s cheeks darken with colour.

“You’re prettier.”

Lena swallows. “Kara, I—”

“I can’t take this any longer.” Alex opens the door loudly and stomps her way inside. “Can you two stop fucking flirting for one goddamn minute?”

“Alex, I have no idea what you're talking about,” Lena states, blinking. “Kara, darling, could you please remove your hand from my boob?”

Kara gives Lena’s boob a soft squeeze, her other hand cupping bare skin from where she's slipped her hand underneath Lena's sweater.

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay, then.”

“Oh my god,” Alex says, covering her face with her hands. “I want to go home. I need to go—now. I got what I wanted a while ago.”

“Love you, Alex. You are more than welcome to,” Kara tells her. “You’ve been here in Lena’s penthouse long enough.”

“What—you talk as if you haven’t been here all day, too.” Lena frowns.

“It’s the weekend—no work, no other stuff. What’s wrong with spending my free time with my best friend?” Kara says, cupping Lena’s face lovingly.

Lena smiles. “You’re sweet.”

Alex stares at them, horrified. “Wow, it’s like… it’s like listening to highschoolers on a first date!”

“Um, but we aren't dating, Alex,” Kara reminds her sister gently.

“No, no, you're right, Kara. You aren't dating,” Alex agrees, and takes a deep, deep breath. “You're fucking married,” she hisses, wild-eyed. “I was the goddamn maid of honour at your wedding. You live here and you co-parent a cat with Lena. You've been married for like, three years now. Which makes your strange, awful flirting so much worse, Kara Danvers-Luthor!"

Kara and Lena only look at each other, snickering.

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(not-so?) SURPRISE THEY’RE MARRIED

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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✄ chapter two: keep it cool like iced tea

a/n: here's chapter two! obvi this is just building the plot and storyline, but we're seeing the beginnings of the magic! anyways, let me shut up so u can read. ok bye!

wc: 2k

[fratboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader]

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To say you sucked at pong was a vast understatement.

And although you really didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of this very nice, very tall, very attractive guy, you can't help but feel like an idiot when you sink your first shot into a cup halfway through the game.

You're definitely on your way drunk with the amount of shots Natasha and Sam have scored on you, plus all the ones you've missed.

When Natasha told you to let loose tonight, you're not so sure this is what she meant, though. You see her laughing and giving you eyes from across the table, while your face is bright red. You brush off her looks with a roll of your eyes, darting them back to Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky with the incredibly nice hands and arms, who seems to be making the shots for the both of you. Bucky who's been occasionally slinging an arm over your shoulders, paying close attention to you. Bucky who's been asking you questions about yourself, that you've returned back, and received witty responses to.

"So, where 're ya from, Y/N?" He asks in a slurred voice, but you can tell he's not exactly drunk yet.

"I'm from New York. You?" You ask, throwing back another drink from a shot that Nat made into your cup.

"No shit! I'm from Brooklyn!" He smiles, a big, bright smile that tugs at your heartstrings for some reason.

"I'm Manhattan born and raised, mister." You return his blinding smile.

"Small world, huh?" He laughs, once again wrapping his arm around you. "Can't believe we've never ran into each other before."

"Well, New York City's quite large, Bucky." You giggle, and he laughs back. As you feel your face warm up, he looks down at you with something akin to adoration in his eyes. Bucky towers over you, deciding that the pong game was over between the four of you.

He walks back to the kitchen, assuming that you'd follow him.

But he turns around to ask you in you'd like something to drink, and you're not there.

You're still chatting with Natasha and Sam, and it takes him a second to realized you wouldn't just follow after him. You didn't really give him the impression of being that type of girl.

Which is what intrigued him more about you. You weren't worshipping the ground he walked on, you didn't initiate conversation too much, and you didn't drool over him like every other girl he's met.

He suddenly feels a surge of awkwardness. He sees you talking animatedly with Sam and Natasha, and now Steve has joined in the conversation. You were talking completely comfortably with them, much more comfortably than you were with him.

It makes him wonder what he'll have to do to get you to get like that with him.

What he'll have to do to make you trust him.

"Hey, Y/N, I was gonna head to the kitchen and grab a drink. Wanna join?" He questions, seeing his friends giving him cocked eyebrows in confusion.

Bucky could usually get any girl he wanted. Especially at a party like this one. Why was he so hell-bent on spending time with you?

"O-Oh! Sure, I'll join you." You excuse yourself from the group, and Bucky slings his arm through your waist to guide you through the crowd. You feel you stomach flip in a way you've never felt before, and feel your cheeks redden.

"So, what can I get you?" Bucky practically yells over the music, trying to meet your eyes. You avert them quickly, and simply tell him a vodka lemonade.

He hands it to you with a strange look in his eyes, and you give him a kind smile while taking your first sip.

"God, you trying to get me wasted here?" You gag with a laugh, looking into your cup and back to Bucky.

"Sorry, doll, might'a gone a bit heavy on the vodka. You still good to drink it?" He queries with genuine concern in his eyes.

And although you already well on your way to drunk, past tipsy, you give fervent nod, and give it another sip.

It was good.

As the night had progressed further, you had two more of Bucky's vodka lemonades.

And now, you were drunk.

You also didn't know where Natasha was, but she was probably off somewhere with Sam, so you weren't worried for her safety.

Bucky was still by your side throughout the whole night, offering to dance, and even just sit and talk.

Which is what you were doing right now. In the middle of the crowd, you were practically on top of Bucky while you two talked about anything from academics to your daily lives.

"So, in your major, what would you say was the dumbest thing someone's asked?" He laughs, and he's clearly also past the line of tipsy and has fallen into drunk, right with you.

"Uhhh... oh! One time, this guy-"

"Doll, I can't really hear ya." Bucky laughs

"Oh, sorry," You blush, trying to speak louder, but it still wasn't working.

"Do you- would you be okay with just goin' up to my room? Don't think we'll get much of anythin' done down here." He gives you a look that says 'I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you want me to.'

It sends a shiver down your spine, and you stand up, waiting for him to guide you up the stairs.

You knew you weren't going to have sex with him. You had only met him four hours ago, and no matter how many girls he could pull in that time, you were not interested in being one of them.

"Just so you know now, I'm not planning on sleeping with you." You burst out while you're halfway up the stairs, your eyes going wide at your own words.

"Huh," Bucky chuckles, "I know I have a reputation that precedes me, but I didn't think this is where that was going. Just wanted to continue to conversation." He smiles down at you, finally opening his door.

Of course, Bucky was lying right through his teeth. Of course he wanted to sleep with you. You were nice, smart, had a hell of a body, and had kept his attention the longest out of any girl he's ever met. But when it comes down to it, he was a boy.

And boys usually only thought with one organ; their dicks.

As the lamp flicks on, a small glow filters over the room, giving it a cozy feel. You, on the other hand, felt nothing but cozy.

"You can sit anywhere. Wanna watch somethin'?" He asks, tossing you the remote while you stood, frozen at the doorway.

"I- uh, sure?" You ask, more than you tell him, but sit down on his bed. You were careful to not flash him while you adjusted yourself, not sure of what to do.

The last thing you needed tonight was the most notorious playboy on campus seeing your black lace thong right now.

"Do you wanna change into somethin' more comfortable, angel?" Again, your stomach has butterflies trying to escape at his sweet words. But you knew better than to think too much into it. he probably said these names to every girl who's come into this very bed.

Ew, you think to yourself, this bed must have STDs sewn in the sheets by now.

"I- sure? If you have anything that fits, I guess." You grumble.

"Sure, I've got a t-shirt and boxers, if you want? Don't have much else, honestly." He laughs lightly, handing you the items and points to the bathroom in the corner of his room.

As you're standing in the middle of Bucky Barnes' jack and jill bathroom, you take a moment and think to yourself.

How did I get here?

Will he ask me to sleep here?

Does he still expect anything from me?

I hope not.

I'm really tired.

Ugh. Whatever. I'm too tired to think this much right now.

You pull of your dress that you couldn't stand to be in anymore, and put on the clothes Bucky had provided you with.

They were quite large on you, considering the guy was about the size of bigfoot. But you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about it right now.

You exit the bathroom, setting the dress down on the floor where you had kicked off your heels, and sit back down next to Bucky on his bed.

You feel your skin slide under the blanket that was thrown over him, and focus on the TV screen.

"So, what're we watching?" You query, trying to figure out what was playing.

Little did you know, Bucky was still thinking about the way you had looked when you walked out of the bathroom. It did something to him, seeing you in his clothes like that, for some reason.

The way you were practically swimming in them, and the way you knuckled at your eyes tiredly that made him want to hold you to his chest while you both fell asleep.

He was trying to shake the thoughts from his head, wondering what the hell had gotten into him with these thoughts.

Since when did he, Bucky Barnes, think about a girl like this? It was usually much dirtier and nastier in his head, but you were doing something to him.

"Bucky? Everything alright up there?" You giggle, knocking on his skull lightly.

"I- yeah, all good, doll." He shakes his thoughts away, focusing back on you. "I put on whatever was playing, didn't switch it because I didn't know what you liked." Bucky explains.

"Hm, well this seems good. We can just keep this on?" You suggest, realizing that Home Alone 2 was playing on his TV. "I love this movie. This kid's got some real class." You chuckle, now fully watching the movie.

"He's a genius, I'll give 'im that much." Bucky laughs, also fixing his gaze on the movie.

In the hour that passed, you two have made small talk about the movie here and there, and every time, Bucky's gaze became transfixed on you. With the glow of the TV illuminating your face, with the way you smiled and threw your head back when you laughed, he couldn't help it.

Finally, the movie had come to a close, and Bucky could tell you were fighting sleep. You were practically asleep sitting up against his headboard.

"You wanna spend the night here, doll?" He wonders out loud, looking over to you.

You shoot him a look, a playful glare with a hint of a smile.

"I mean, it's a bit late for me to head back to my dorm. But no funny business, mister." You point a finger at him, and Bucky holds his hands up in the air.

"No funny business, I promise." He holds out his pinky to you, to which you curl yours around, and latch on.

Once the lamp next to his side of the bed is turned off, you slide further down in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position. After a few minutes of adjusting, you snuggle your head into the pillows that smell like laundry detergent and his cologne.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you say out loud into the darkness while you both face each other.

"G'night doll. See ya in the morning." Bucky's voice is a low baritone, clearly about to succumb to the sleep he was fighting.

"See ya in the morning." You reply, finally letting your eyes fall shut.

That night, you dream of Bucky Barnes and his cologne.

And across from you, Bucky Barnes dreams of a world where this is normal. A world where you sleep next to him every night, and you wake him up every morning with a kiss.

Man, I'm totally fucked, is the last thought he has before falling into a sleep surrounded by you.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM II

TĒCTUS: Covered, concealed, hidden, having been covered, hidden or concealed

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18, mature content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Notes: I would like to thank @letsgivethisonemoreshot , for not only being my partner in crime with this trilogy but also being one of the best friends someone could ever have 😘 This is fully written in Damian’s POV. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist

Want to hear a joke that’s really in poor taste? The Mother Superior of the famous Mary Magdalene Convent (isn’t that ironic) is being accused of hosting ‘parties’ to the oh so loving convent donors. And you know who isn’t invited to those parties? Jesus Christ. Because the Devil sure loves to be a part of them! Drugs, orgies, alcohol, prostitution, even black masses... you name it! Everything that is unholy happens in the so-called house of holiness, and if that isn’t a bad taste joke, I don’t know what is.

So here I am now, driving towards the Devil’s den: the Mary Magdalene convent for three torturous days of interviews. Out of all of the reporters from The New York Times, of course I was the one who drew the short straw and got assigned this article. Some people see this as a career changing opportunity... a blessing, but me? I see it as a fucking curse! I don’t like religion, I don’t like churches, I don’t like priests and I sure as hell don’t like nuns! Anything that has the word “holy” in it, I prefer to be as far away as I possibly can from. But today was not my lucky day….no, today was the day that I was going to be tested. The only thing I’m hoping for is to not fail.

I knocked on the convent’s door and a young lady answered me.

“Hi, good morning. I’m Damian Priest, reporter from The New York Times and I’m here for an interview with” I looked down at my notepad “Mrs. Y/N L/N? Whom I believe is the Mother Superior”

The young girl only nodded once and motioned for me to follow her, without saying a word.

I followed her in, mesmerized by the size of the convent, the whole place was fancy as fuck on the inside. Art pieces from famous painters were displayed on the walls, modern furniture, dim lights that made the place look cozy and inviting. *What a scam* I thought to myself. The young lady in front of me suddenly stopped walking and pointed towards the door in front of her before turning around and leaving.

Presuming that it was the Mother Superior’s office, I knocked on the door twice before someone told me to come in. You see, when they told me I was going to be interviewing the Mother Superior of a convent, the last thing I expected was for her to not only be beautiful, but young (considering I was under the impression that women in that position were around sixty years old). She was breathtaking to say the least! Soft features, her skin had an angelic glow to it and there was something in her eyes that trapped you in them...something you could not turn your gaze away from no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Mr. Priest, please sit down” She smiled

I nodded and sat on the chair in front of her desk

“Thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to speak with me, Mother Y/L/N-“

“Please, call me Y/N” Her sultry voice spoke

“Y/N” I tested the word on my lips and it sounded oddly pleasant

She smiled softly and...fuck she’s gorgeous! Her beauty was a painful and constant reminder of what you couldn’t have, couldn’t touch, couldn’t-“

“Mr. Priest?” She said softly

“Damian”

“Damian, would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, juice, tea perhaps?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you” I answered, while grabbing my notepad and a pen out of my backpack. Clearing my throat, I said “Can we get started with the pre-interview?”

“Of course” She smiled widely and reached for a cigarette pack on top of the table, which made me raise an eyebrow

“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we, Damian?” She asked, licking the cigarette filter before sucking it

*Am I going crazy?* I thought to myself

“Damian? Your first question is?” She giggled

“Ummm” I cleared my throat once again “Y/N, recently the convent was involved in a huge scandal involving drugs, prostitution, orgies and black masses. Would you like to clarify why an institution that’s deeply connected to the church is in the middle of something so profane?”

She grinned “God is in the most profane things, Damian. After all, the sinners are the ones who need Him the most, aren’t they?”

“I’m not sure if I follow-”

“You see” She took a long drag on her cigarette and walked towards me “God is our Lord and savior. He forgives us from our sins, grants us forgiveness to our most foul actions” She sat down on the chair beside me “If you steal from someone and repent; He’ll forgive you, kill someone and repent; He’ll save you, cheat on your wife with the hot, young next door neighbor and repent; He’ll brush it underneath the carpet and pretend it never happened” She shrugged “God doesn’t judge, Damian. He only forgives” She leaned forward on the arm of the chair, until she was uncomfortably close to me “So if the big boss himself doesn't judge anyone, then why should I?”

“And what does judgment have to do with drugs, orgies and sin?”

She smiled “How can God forgive you if you don’t sin, Damian?”

“And how can God forgive his so-called followers who incite others to sin, Y/N?”

“Incite others to sin?” She chuckled “Are you talking about the allegations, the donors or yourself?” She smirked

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Since we’re so far from town I was informed that I would have to spend the night at the convent. They showed me my bedroom and it looked pretty fancy. King size bed, Egyptian sheets, expensive furniture. Everything was oddly normal, except for the weird dream I recalled having. I was at the convent, lost, calling for help because I somehow ended up locked in here. I was inside what looked like a large basement, the room was only lit by red lights, a faint smell of leather took over my nostrils as I heard someone moaning softly in my ear…a woman. And the weirdest thing was that I could’ve sworn I felt her breath against my ear. Needless to say I woke up with my dick as hard as a rock and had to spend a solid thirty minutes trying to get rid of a very painful boner, which did not leave me no matter how many times I came. Half hard and inside a convent...yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell!

“How did you sleep, Damian?” Was the first thing I was asked when I walked into the Mother Superior’s office in the morning. Something in her voice told me she knew exactly what I had done underneath the shower.

“Good”

“I bet you woke up feeling much better after a good night of rest, right?” She smiled devilishly and I just nodded

“Would you mind if we took a tour through the convent at some point?” I asked, quickly changing subjects

“Of course not! Let me know when you want one”

I nodded and began to ask my questions

“So, why do so many men keep coming and going from this convent? Seems like the place men shouldn’t be”

“The only men who come to the convent, Damian, are maintenance, the donors for the ‘thank you parties’ we host and now you” She smiled

“How do you get so many people to keep donating?”

“We don’t oblige anyone to do anything. People are still kind enough to see the work we do for those in need and they get touched by it. So God is the one who inspires them to donate, Damian. Not me”

“I’ve noticed a lot of fancy things here. Shouldn’t the money be going to something else?”

“The ‘fancy’ things you see are gifts from the donors. Things they felt in their hearts they should give us freely. We don’t buy things for the convent, apart from food. That’s one of the rules”

“Speaking of rules” I looked at her “Why are you smoking? Isn't that not allowed?”

“We don’t have rules against smoking here, Damian. The choice to do it or not is personal, but there are no rules for it. It’s not forbidden or a sin. Now, if you think nuns shouldn’t smoke, I suggest you pay a visit to the convents in Rome and give them a piece of your mind about their choices regarding health”

I chuckled at her comeback

“Why so cynical about our good intentions?” She licked her lips

��Because you don’t have any” I spat

“We live for helping those in need, Damian” She pointed towards my visible bulge

“Helping those in need, huh? And what do you get out of it?”

She walked towards me “Satisfaction in its purest form” She lifted one hand up and caressed my lower belly over my shirt “It’s incredible how much providing relief to others can trigger the biggest pleasure in our bodies...to see their eyes semi-closed in...relief is so rewarding to me”

I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “And just how needy do these people have to be?” I was speaking in financial terms of course

“Very needy” Her hand toyed with my jeans button “Some even have trouble sleeping due to their neediness, so you can see how a helping hand goes so well in this case...even the right mouth, you know to profess the Lord’s word”

“And just how many of these ‘charitable acts’ have you been involved with?” I felt my cock grow harder and harder

“Directly? Only when things get too hard, Damian” Her hand brushed against my hard bulge “That’s when I offer my help, so things can stop getting so hard and painful”

I gulped as I tried to shift away from her touch “So what, you just have all these other poor girls do your dirty work for you?” I try to keep my serious composure

“I’m not afraid of getting dirty, Damian. The girls do what they can, what they’re instructed to...but sometimes things get so hard that I have no other option but intervene” She pulled the fly of my jeans down “Then, once the seed of evil is finally spilled, things can go back to being soft again” She leaned in closer “Would you like a demonstration, Damian? I’m sure you have some kind of evil inside you that needs to be released” She asked with a sinister smile reaching her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs

“I’m just here for work, Y/N, I have nothing to donate”

“Don’t worry about it. My girls will not be involved in this...it will be our little secret”

“I would like the tour now, please”

She smirked “Of course” and stepped away from me “This way” She went out the door as if nothing had happened

“Psycho bitch” I whispered to myself, as I pulled the fly of my jeans up and tied my hoodie around my waist to cover up the boner.

“This way we have the nuns bedrooms” She pointed towards a hallway “Kitchen, restrooms, archives, laundry room, storage for cleaning supplies, pantry” She explained each room, until we were outside “The patio, garden; where we cultivate flowers, fruits and vegetables, garage and the chapel is this way”

She walked towards a medium sized chapel in the middle of the garden, it looked like a regular chapel on the inside. It had an altar with a bible on it, a pulpit, a big cross, devotional statues of catholic saints, wooden benches and a confessional. Candles were lit up all over the place and everything looked normal. Scarily normal, until I noticed a few nuns who were sat on one of the benches staring at me with a weird look on their eyes

“Why are they looking at me like that?” I asked Y/N

“Like what?”

“Like, with...” I trailed off

“With desire?” She whispered in a mocking tone

I looked down at her speechless

“One could say that you’re a little too obsessed with the lust theme, Damian” She smiled “It’s all you can think about ever since you got here, dear. You should be careful” She licked her lips and pulled me by my hand towards her office again.

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Later that night while I was trying to get some sleep, I began to hear some mumbling. Muffled voices kept saying something unintelligible and filling up the bedroom with mainly female voices. But one of the voices sounded too familiar to me...

I stood up from the bed and began to search in the room where those voices could be coming from, and as I almost gave up, I found it. A small hole of the size of a coin, in the concrete wall in front of my bed. Scooting closer to the wall, I knelt down and peeked through the hole, but weirdly enough, the room was pitch black. The mumbling started again and they soon became moans. Above all the moaning voices, one stood out to me. It was Y/N’s voice, she moaned softly while she said something I couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was filled with lust, her moans were pornographic and I could swear she was moaning my name. It both frightened and turned me on, so I did what any wise man would do. I returned to the bed, laid down and jerked off before falling into a deep slumber.

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“Wake up” Someone softly whispered in my ear

I quickly opened my eyes and my heart was beating at a frantic pace due to the fright.

A young girl was sitting down on my bed “Please, follow me” was all she said before standing up and leaving my room

I was so confused that I didn’t even bother to grab a t-shirt, so I just followed her down the hall barefoot and only with a pair of sweatpants on. Looking outside the hallway windows, I could see that the sky was still dark, which could only mean it was the late hours of morning.

She took me inside the laundry room and pressed a button underneath the folding clothes table. A door opened and a red light lit up the dark wooden stairs. I continued to follow her down the stairs, and we began to walk down a long hallway that looked more like a basement. The whole place had only red lights as the lighting source, so it took my eyes a while to get used to it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, but only received silence as a response

We walked for what felt like ten minutes until we reached a black wooden door with an iron door knocker. She knocked on the door four times and left.

“Is this a prank?” I asked myself, after five minutes of standing there alone. Suddenly the door opened, but I couldn’t see anything other than darkness ahead

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, but no one answered back

The thing that made me such a great reporter was my utter curiosity, and even with all my senses screaming ‘don’t go in there!’ I decided to listen to my curious side instead, and went into the room. As soon as I stepped a foot inside, the door behind me closed shut.

The room was pitch black and I stumbled across a few items. I placed my hand on top of what felt like a table so I could try to guide myself through the room, at least back to the door again so I could leave. When suddenly I felt several pairs of soft hands on my torso pulling me back.

“What the fuck?” I gasped in shock

But before I could make a move, my wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden surface and a red light turned on in the room

Five nuns were in front of me, staring silently at my body

“Leave” Someone said from behind me, and the nuns obeyed and left

“I would be lying if I said you weren’t a beautiful sight” Y/N said, and and walked in front of me

“You psycho bitch” I growled and pulled at the restraints “Let me go!”

She smiled “Oh Damian...You don’t want that!” Her nails softly scratched my lower belly “And neither do I”

“You’re sick! Let me go, you fucking-“

“Na ah” She slapped me across the face “I’m done playing these pretending games” She lit up a cigarette “Pretend you didn’t jerk off to my moans, pretending you don’t want to fuck me...that gets tiring” She dipped her hand inside my sweatpants and found my semi hard bulge “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you laid eyes on me” She giggled and I licked my dry lips

“Those sinful, filthy, thoughts you’ve had, Damian” She closed her fist around my erection “You wanted to know what we do here, right? We purge that demon out of you” And scooted closer until her lips brushed against my own with every word she spoke

“We send him away, so he can’t bother you anymore” She freed my cock from my pants and began to pump her hand up and down “We release you from the seed of evil”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I panted

Y/N knelt down in front of me and darted her tongue out, licking my slit “Give me the seed of evil, Damian” and gave an open mouth kiss on my tip “Feed me with it” Licked the underside of my shaft “Release yourself from what’s been bothering you ever since you got here” Darting her tongue out “Use me to purify your soul” And opened her mouth wider.

At such a sight I had no other option but to buck my hips forward…

And chase for my cleansing

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years

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"For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 4k

Summary: Suffering lovers and hearts to be mended and stitched back together

Part One “I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.”

Part Two “No, it’s over. She ended it.”

(This one is quite long! How hopes and dreams turn into the most painful writing one could ever print. Please, I wish for my own heart to mend as Sirius’ will.)

The next few weeks were nothing but tragic. Lily could barely get you out of your bed nevertheless to class. It seemed that the fight, the breakup, the hurting wore down your stamina until you were not able to stand. It was worse after the party. Before, you could numb the pain of losing Sirius by distracting yourself with rewriting notes and organizing your room. But after the party, after seeing the love of your life lip-locked with another girl, kissing her the way he should kiss you, something in you broke.

Lily sat gently on your bed, placing the cup of warm tea on your table. She whispered kindly, “We have class in an hour, you missed breakfast but I brought you a cuppa.” She moved the duvet that covered your face to see your innocent watering eyes looking up at her. She sighed and smoothed out your hair, feeling the shutters of cries leave your lips. “You need to go to class, Y/N. I can’t keep telling McGonagall you’re sick without her sending you to St. Mungos.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Think about it this way,” Lily continued to run her fingers through your hair. She was thankful she had been able to get you to take a warm shower yesterday and change your pajamas, “If you go, you get it done and over with. Then you can come back and we can lay in your bed all afternoon.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s why I brought you tea. Come on, love, it’s really time to get up.” Lily said gently, pushing the duvet so it was only covering your torso. Instead of sitting up, you blinked back tears before sputtering out.

“I made a mistake, didn’t I?” you covered your mouth, clutching your eyes shut to let out a cry. “I made a mistake breaking up with him. I’m an idiot. I’m a fool.”

“No, no,” Lily cooed, moving your hand from your mouth and petting your cheek, “No, you didn’t. You did what you thought was right at the time.”

“Then why does it hurt so bad?”

Lily didn’t have the answer, she could only reply with the utmost sympathy, “because you still love him.”

“Get up, you sad sack of shit. We’ve got charms in twenty minutes.” James flung the covers off of Sirius. His nose wrinkled at the sight of crumpled tissues that littered his bed. “That’s disgusting. Those tissues better not be from what I think it’s from.”

“You’re a right prick,” Sirius tried to smile, his lips cracked and chapped.

“You’re not staying in bed anymore, and frankly you smell like shit.”

“It’s true,” Remus chimed in, straightening his tie and his hair.

“So what? Leave me here. I don’t want to go anyways.”

“Right. Listen, Pads, we’ve been kind to you for a while now, but now, and I say this as sweetly and as loving as I can, we’re getting quite sick of your sulking.” James rolled his eyes.

“Oh wow, thanks,” Sirius said sarcastically, buttoning his shirt up. “You really know how to rip the plaster off, yeah?”

“Maybe if we obliviate you, you’ll become yourself once more,” Remus said wittily.

“I’ll permit it if it allows my memory to forget kissing that girl at the party.” Sirius nearly threw up at the memory of that girl’s lips on his.

James shrugged, throwing a tie at Sirius, “Well, we mean it with love and we know the break up has been hard but-”

“But?”

“But we miss our friend.” Peter finished. Remus nodded in agreement.

“It’s not easy, is all,” Sirius mumbled after brushing his teeth.

James slapped his hand on his shoulder and said confidently, “No, it’s not. But that’s why we’ll all go through it together, as brothers.” and swiftly lead him out of the dorm room.

As Lily locked her arms in yours and the two of you walked from the Great Hall to class, you were distracted by the open windows of the corridors. The courtyard, which had just been littered with brown, orange, and red leaves, set a moment of comfort in your bones. You always enjoyed autumn, mostly because it was in fall when Sirius had first told you he loved you. You shook that memory out of your mind and looked at the hallway instead. Coincidentally, much to both Sirius and your demise, the marauders and Lily had accidentally crossed paths with each other on the way to class. Eyes like magnets were drawn close together as Sirius looked at you with storming emotions. He looked as if he hadn’t slept, and if he did manage to close his eyes, nightmares in the forms of memories followed him. To be fair, you didn’t look all that right either. Though you didn’t have as prominent bags under your eyes, underneath your loose clothing was skin and bone. Your appetite had lost you and eating became difficult as most of the time you felt sick to even think about food. Sirius looked at you, lost and longing, and you stared with the same intensity, wishing to be in his arms, to sleep for years and kiss until the sun explodes.

“Ms. Y/L/N, will you please stay after class?” McGonagall’s voice rang out in her sharp tone. You froze and looked at Lily worriedly who shrugged.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry. Meet me in the common room after,” Lily whispered, squeezing your arm before leaving the classroom. It was loud and full of chatter from the students who excitedly were headed to dinner. You waited, pushing hair behind your ears nervously as the students collected their things and filed out of the room. Then, it was silent. You approached McGonagall’s office in the back of her classroom slowly, dreading whatever scolding she would give you. As you pushed open the door, you thought in your head quickly, you had handed in the homework, taken notes in class, raised your hand when asked a question, you couldn’t place anything you did particularly wrong and yet your palms began to sweat.

“Yes, Professor?” you asked with a small voice. McGonagall looked up from her desk and peered at you from her glasses. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Do you think you have done something wrong?”

“I don’t reckon so, but I’m open to hearing any criticism if need be.” you focused on keeping your voice steady.

“Although, I’m sure you know the answer already, do you know what my particular job is here at Hogwarts?”

You bit your lip, “You’re a professor, perhaps one of the best ones here, of my favorites as well.”

“While I enjoy your compliment,” McGonagall sighed, “I am also the head of the Gryffindor house.”

“Yes, of course.” you nodded.

“And, with such a job comes the responsibility of looking after my students as if they were my own.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Professor.”

“Sit, please, Ms. Y/L/N.” McGonagall motioned to the seat in front of her desk, a nice plush armchair with maroon velvet. “Despite the belief of my students, I do care, and I notice especially when a particular student seems out of place.”

You sat on the edge of the seat and played with the threads of your sweater. “If it is my work that is not up to standard, I am sure I can revise or revisit whatever it is that has gotten low marks.”

“Your school work is hardly of the matter here,” Professor looked at the small girl in front of her. Once fiery and loud turned into a pebble on the floor. She admired and quite enjoyed having you as a student and took great pride in knowing you wore the Gryffindor sigil on your robes. But, like your friends, she had noticed an extreme change in demeanor in the past few weeks. “Are you doing alright, Y/N?” she asked kindly.

You looked up in surprise, “Yes, Professor. Though I will say, I will be disappointed if any of my homework or essays have been less than acceptable. I seem to be going through a little bit of a rough patch, I suppose.”

“I noticed,” you froze as McGonagall spoke, “Does this have anything to do with Mr. Black?”

“I-” you couldn’t think of an excuse. McGonagall put her hand up to stop your from speaking,

“Please, I may be older and I may be a teacher, but the students here seem to forget the Professors hear everything.”

You began to beg, “Professor, please, I promise whatever had happened will not affect my school nor my studies-”

She cut you off, “Have a biscuit, Y/L/N.” she motioned to the biscuit tin in front of her desk. When you showed signs of being wary, she opened the top of the tin and pushed it closer to you. Your hands shook as you took one and began to nibble on the edges.

“I do not speak of this, and I trust whatever I tell you and whatever you tell me stays in this office,” she started, you nodded furiously and she continued, “when I was younger, much much younger, perhaps about your age, I too fell in love.”

Your mouth fell agape.

“Dougal McGregor. I met him after my years at Hogwarts before I began my position at the ministry. It was, as most would say, a teenage love affair. We were much like you and Mr. Black. We argued senselessly, but we nevertheless loved each other. When he proposed, I was delighted. I accepted immediately.” your eyebrows rose to ask questions, however, McGonagall merely pushed the biscuit tin towards you again. You complied and took another.

“However, at the time, marriage between a muggle and a witch was proven more difficult than current times. Spouses of magical descent were forbidden to tell anyone of their skills in the wizarding world, and it. Well. The idea of living in a world without magic was unbearable. I had to make a decision.”

“What happened then, Professor?”

“I thought rejecting his proposal would be right for both of us, Dougal and I. I thought it was unfair to be kept in a magic-less marriage whilst Dougal would, in turn, be lied to every day. I made a decision and as a result,” her voice became low, almost sensitive, “I broke his heart and mine as well.”

“Oh Professor, I’m so sorry.”

“While it is in the past, I do think about him often. But, I suppose the feelings you are currently experiencing are what I felt when I left for the last time to London.”

“I see. Forgive me, Professor, why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to know the consequences of decision making. The difference between truly thinking with your head and with your heart.”

“Did you regret leaving?”

McGonagall pursed her lips in thought, the wrinkles shown prominently near her eyes, “Yes and no. I am overjoyed and proud to stand as the witch I am today. Becoming a professor and working with students, no matter how particularly unenjoyable some are, is a passion. However, it would be ignorant to say I did not frequently think about if I had stayed and married Dougal.”

“What happened to him?”

“I received a letter numerous months later, my mother had told me, Dougal married and was expecting his firstborn.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I find it humorous to sit here,” McGonagall gave you a wrinkled small smile.

“How so, Professor?”

“Because when I was heartbroken, the first person I told was my own teacher, you may know him now as Headmaster Dumbledore.”

“Really?” you asked in surprise.

“Yes, we sat here at my desk whilst I told him of my heartache. And now, I sit here, with my own favorite student, discussing hers.”

“I’m not sure if I would call it heartache, Professor,”

“Then what would you call it?”

In class, Professor McGonagall was strict, sharp spoken. Instead, in her small office, she wore a sympathetic smile and her gaze was warm. You felt as though life and its troubles would cease their crimes against your broken heart the second you stepped in the room. But, still, you looked at her with lost sights, emotions swarming in pupils.

“I don’t think there is a word to describe it. All I know is I ache tremendously and nothing seems to fix this pit in my stomach. I. What do I do?” you begged for an answer.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that. What I can say is, you’ve been thinking your entire life at Hogwarts with your head. You are a bright witch with a wonderful future ahead of her. You are hardworking and studious, and kind. But, you only seem to listen to your head for answers, you look for the logical position for your chess pieces. Stop your thinking. For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Professor McGonagall looked at the time before sighing to herself, “I do suppose I’ve kept you too long, I trust you can find your way back to the common room?”

You nodded and stood, brushing off your skirt. “Of course. Thank you Professor for the biscuits. If it means anything, I’m sure Dougal loved you very much.”

“Y/L/N,” Professor called before you left, “You are welcome any time here, I was not lying when I said you were one of my favorite students.”

You smiled back, “And I wasn’t lying when I said you were one of my favorite Professors.”

As you walked back to the Gryffindor common room, Professor McGonagall’s story repeated in your head, pounding against your brain and begging to be analyzed. If you thought carefully, letting go of Sirius was equivalent to McGonagall’s separation with Dougal. If you chose your studies and your career, Would you miss out on a life with your soulmate? There was no doubt in your mind that your heart belonged to a certain long-haired beloved. As the Fat Lady looked at you with great pity, you entered the common room, peaking around for Lily. The fire seemed to be the only source of warmth as it lit up the room, leaving shadows cast along the walls. You figured Lily must still be at dinner considering the common room was empty. You rubbed your tired eyes and sat on an armchair facing the fireplace.

Sirius had decided wallowing was doing nothing but driving him across the wall. He threw a shirt over his shoulders and bounced down the stairs to meet the boys at dinner when he saw you. He could spot you from miles away even if he were blind to the bone. He recognized the old sweater you wore, one that had previously been owned by him. You loved the sweater despite threads coming loose and the smell of Sirius’ cologne fading away. He saw your hands curled up in fists, something you did when you were quite emotional or tired and the low messy bun you had pulled your hair into.

“I thought you were at dinner, Lils,” you spoke quietly, making him freeze. It had been so long, so many minutes and hours since he’d last heard your voice. “If you are here to drag me to the Great Hall, I have to decline as I’m morbidly exhausted from that emotional conversation with McGonagall.”

Sirius attempted to find his voice, begging his vocal cords to say anything to you but all he could do was stand there, dumbfounded and aching to hear your voice once more.

“Lily?” you expected to see your red-headed friend but instead made eye contact with him. “Oh.”

“Just Sirius,” he said awkwardly. You stood so you could face him, holding your hands in front of you.

You swallowed harshly and wished you had at least looked somewhat more manageable. “Sirius.”

“Y/N.” he answered. It was hushed, noiseless, painful. “Say something,” he begged.

“What do you want me to say, Siri?” he flinched when you used his nickname. You hadn’t even meant to use it, it just slipped off your tongue before you could realize it.

“Just. Say anything, yell at me, anything. Be angry at me!”

“Why would I be angry?” You weren’t angry. You were hurt.

“For...”

“For what?” you creased your eyebrows.

“For kissing that girl at the party.”

You pursed your lips and Sirius only held sadness in his eyes. “Sirius...”

“I kissed another girl that wasn’t you, and it is absolutely tearing me apart. I want you to be angry with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Be mad! Yell at me!”

“Sirius,” you stopped him, putting a gentle, small hand on his arm, “We broke up.”

Sirius threw his arms in the air and ran a finger through his hair frustratedly, “that doesn’t make it okay.”

“Doesn’t it? We broke up,”

“No! It doesn’t because I told you, I promised you, I swore I would never kiss another person. I promised I was yours and yours only. And I am. I mean... I was.”

“Sirius, please,” you choked, “It’s hard enough to be around each other already.”

“Don’t you miss me? Miss us?” Sirius had to stop himself from gathering you in his arms and rubbing the small of your back. Biting your lip and eyes beginning to water, you said as quietly as you could,

“Of course I do. I miss you more and more every day. And yes, it... it hurt to see you with that Ravenclaw girl, but it doesn’t matter. We aren’t dating anymore.”

“I don’t know. I think.” He laughed humourlessly, as if the air escaping his lungs were nearly painful to feel, “I think I would’ve gone mental if I had seen you kissing someone.”

“I...” you stopped and sighed. You sat down on the couch, moving slightly to the left. Sirius looked cautiously before sitting next to you, facing you as you looked towards the fire.

“We can still talk, can’t we? We used to talk all night until Moony would shush us like an old librarian.”

“I don’t know, Sirius. It’s hard. Isn’t it? It’s hard.”

“I know. But, I miss talking. Won’t you just tell me how you’re doing?”

You debated on lying, telling him you were fantastic, but something in you begged you to tell the truth even if it felt like magma on your tongue. “I’m not doing well.”

“Are you stressed about school? I’ve told you many times, you’re the smartest witch in our year, I doubt you have anything to worry about.”

“That’s not it.” you bit your lip, turning from the fire to look at those eyes you so deeply longed for.

“Then what?”

“It’s difficult.”

“Try me.”

“It’s difficult... with us, or without us, I should say.”

Sirius slightly flinched hearing those words and swallowed harshly, “I get the feeling.”

“How have you been?” you asked curiously, studying the way his eyebrows creased and his fingers threading through his hair.

“Same as you, I suppose.”

“Really?”

“Prongs and the boys, they’ve been on my back lately. Say I’ve been moping too much, I’m a downer it seems.”

You giggled under your breath and wrapped your arms around yourself, “Lily says the same. Though, I guess she’s just worried.”

“Worried?”

“I haven’t been sleeping as well, I’m sure you’ve noticed the bags under my eyes,”

“No,” Sirius said truthfully, “I think you still look as beautiful as ever.”

Your lungs stopped breathing, every airway and vein in your body closed as you began to shut down. You stood abruptly and began racing towards the dorm staircase.

“Stop!” Sirius shouted making you freeze, your hand still on the banister. “Stay. Talk to me.”

You wiped angry tears from your face that you didn’t even notice dripped down your cheeks, “And say what? It. it’s torturous, it’s beyond excruciating to be around you.” You thought about your chat with McGonagall, begging your heart to speak, scream anything to make to stop your head from making decisions.

Sirius’ lips frowned, hurt at your tone and your words. “Baby...”

“No! I. It’s too difficult.”

“Why?”

“Because when I look at you, when I see you, when I feel you around me, everything tells me I’ve made a mistake. Is that what you wanted to hear? I made a mistake. I fucked up. I fucked up because I was terrified of us. I was scared of driving you away, scared of you deciding you didn’t love me anymore. And I can’t. I can’t do it! I can’t. I made a mistake.” you spat out breathlessly. Sirius watched in horror as you began to hyperventilate and dove to put his arms around you. He had seen your panic attacks and held you through every one, but this time it felt different. Your breathing began to rapidly increase as you couldn’t hold back broken sobs.

“Breathe, breathe, love. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” he held your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks like he used to. Your eyes searched his desperately for any buoy that could save you from the drowning you felt. As he blinked, you found your life vest, holding on for dear life as you breathed fresh air into scattered lungs.

“Breathe, okay? ‘M right here, not going anywhere.” he whispered low, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, “I made a mistake. I love you. I do. I’m so sorry. What have I done? I love you. I love you more than anything, and I’ve ruined it all.” you threw yourself at him, arms gripping tightly as he caught you. Sirius’ arms snaked around yours, pulling you back to life, back to the earth. He was yours. He knew it. He’s never been anyone elses and he never plans to. How stupid he had been to let you go, to kiss another girl, to pretend he was okay when he was truly devastated.

“We’re okay, yeah? Take care of each other, now, yeah?” Sirius rocked you slowly, feeling your cries die down in the comfort of his arms.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too, darling.” Sirius guided you slowly to the couch, setting you comfortably on the cushions, “sit for a while,”

You nodded loosely as you leaned on his chest, hiccuping with cries. “I thought I was doing the right thing, leaving you. Had I known how wrong it was, I would’ve thrown myself off the Astronomy tower before ever breaking up with you.”

“Don’t say that,” Sirius hushed, “I know, you thought it was the right thing. You were trying to protect yourself and me.”

“I’m a fool. A stupid, foolish girl.” you muttered, still catching your breath.

“Don’t say that either. I made mistakes too, perhaps one I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, Sirius.” you began to cry again, “I don’t care if you kissed another girl. I don’t. I just care that I’m the girl you want next to your side.”

He turned your limp body so he could cup your cheeks again, rubbing with the pads of his thumbs. “You will always be the girl. Always. Nothing will change that.”

“Sirius,” you whispered, looking at his lips.

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me.”

That was all Sirius needed to hear. For days, weeks, endless hours, the two of you, broken hearted souls walked the earth wondering when the pain would end. Sirius tried drinking, you tried swallowing textbooks whole. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to mend the hurt you felt panging your insides, sending waves of heat down your spines. Nothing could distract you from the absolute shattering sadness that your bodies felt. Two broken hearted souls. Two souls joining for a kiss. A kiss that would last centuries as Sirius vowed to marry you the minute your lips connected. Togetherness, the touch of a soulmate. He moved his lips against yours slowly, tasting, memorizing and wishing this moment would never end. Salty tears and content smiles, at last, the two broken souls found what truly mended, what stitched your hearts back together. Each other. Forever in eternity, never drifting apart for long as fate, the universe and every good hearted soul brought you two together.

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call it even

Chapter 2: for old times’ sake

A/N: uhhh so spoiler or whatever but this has a small amount of pretty mild smut? which i've never attempted i can't believe i'm pressing post on this thing please don't judge me lol you can also read this chapter on AO3

I’m parked between the Methodist and school.

She read the text, looked at herself in the mirror one more time, and braced herself. She took her coat off the hook and as she was zipping it up she heard her mother coming down the stairs. “Ginny, hun, are you going out?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing the doorknob, trying to get out as quick as she could.

But before she could walk out Molly asked, “You know Harry could have come in, right?”

She looked at her mother’s smug smile and groaned. “Goodnight, Mom,” and swung the door shut behind her.

She walked quickly two blocks down, turned right and crossed the street. It was easy to spot Harry’s old truck, not just because there were only 3 other cars parked on that road, but also because it stuck out like a sore thumb, and also was a staple in so many of their memories. She knocked on the passenger side’s window and opened the car door, hopping into the seat. She looked over at Harry to say hi, and saw him smiling. “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course,” Harry said as she shut the door. “But why did you make me park two blocks over?”

“Because I didn’t want it to be awkward, with me staying at my parents’ house, but it didn’t even matter because my mom just knew I was going to hang out with you.”

“Molly knows all.”

“Too much.” She looked over at their old high school building, and then at the field they were parked in front of, nostalgia filling her up. “Nice parking spot.”

“It’s weird working at the school we went to. Where those bleachers are,” Harry responded. She felt a tightness in her throat, feeling both excited and uneasy that he was already bringing these types of things up. “Remember how pissed Molly was when we skipped the prom?”

“Thank God she never found us under those,” Ginny heard herself respond. She and Harry looked at one another, twin smirks on their faces. The school bleachers might not be exactly the ideal, romantic place to lose your virginity, but for them it made total sense. She collected herself before her thoughts would get her carried away. “So, um, where to? Everywhere’s closed.”

“Did you eat already?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay, um...maybe we could just drive around for a bit? And then head back to my place for a glass of wine?”

Memories from last year flashed in her mind. She nodded and buckled herself in silently. He started the car, the engine gave a loud and disquieting noise, and then they took off. “I cannot believe this truck is still running.”

Harry lightly tapped the dashboard. “She never lets me down.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sniggered. She looked out the window as they drove down the roads. “Believe it or not I kind of missed this place. Has it changed at all?”

“The same as it ever was,” Harry responded. “But I know you don’t like it that way.”

His eyes were on the road but she could feel what he meant without seeing his face. “I do, sometimes,” she clarified, hoping he would hear her for what she meant. “Is Dumbledore still principal?”

“Yeah, he is,” Harry told her. “And McGonagall still teaches math.”

“You were always their favorite.”

“Dumbledore’s, maybe,” he shrugged. “But McGonagall? She still goes on about my dad. They have tea together like, once a month.”

“But McGonagall let you get away with basically everything. She was just sly about it.”

“Much to Snape’s chagrin.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me he still works there?”

“Unfortunately.” Ginny blanched, and Harry laughed in appreciation. “He was so pissed when Dumbledore hired me. I just avoid him at all costs.”

“I can’t believe you willingly accepted a job where you have to see Snape every day.”

“I know. It’s worth it, though. I really love teaching,” he said. They halted at a stop sign and he used the opportunity to look at her as he said, “You helped me realize that.”

“I was a great tutee, if I do say so myself,” she smiled. “How about the coaching bit? Did the kids ever recover from their loss?”

Harry drove them around all the backroads as he talked about coaching and working at the school. Much of the anxiety she was holding inside her had slowly melted away as they eased back into their regular rapport. Her heart felt like it doubled in size as he talked about his favorite students (though at first proclaiming, “I don’t play favorites, but…”). He asked her more about life in LA and her first year being a starter.

When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Ginny hung up her coat and watched as Harry’s eyes not so subtly raked over her body before he turned to his cabinet and took out two wine glasses. She sat in the same spot she did the last time she was on his sofa as Harry listed off various wine options. Harry updated her on all the most recent Tupelo gossip as they drank and reminisced on the different characters they grew up with. Every time he smiled she felt a piece of her heart break, she missed seeing it so much.

Harry must’ve sensed it- or perhaps he heard the crack inside her chest- as one of those times his smile dropped to a frown as he looked at her with concern. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ginny tried, taking the last sip of her wine and placing the glass down on the coffee table. She then noticed the People Magazine cover where she was in a little square on the top right for her interview with them last month.

She picked it up and held it in front of Harry, who suddenly turned red. “Er, I, um-” he stammered, and she laughed.

“Fred and George were just making fun of me for this yesterday at their party.”

“What’s to make fun of?” Harry asked, attempting to recover. “I think you did great.”

“Just a bit corny of a profile, I guess,” she responded. “Can I ask why you have it?”

Harry sighed, giving Ginny a very pointed look.

“What?”

“I have it because I was proud of you,” he replied carefully, taking another sip of his wine. “Is that a bad thing?”

And before she could register exactly what she was saying, the words “You could’ve texted me” flew out of her mouth.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “About the People profile?”

“Sure,” she said. Her brain telling her shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, but her mouth continued. “Or any other time before that. Or after I left this apartment after my brother’s wedding.”

Just as quickly as Harry’s face reddened before, it had now drained of all color. “I, er… I don’t-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat. “You could’ve texted me too, you know.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Ginny,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. Can’t we just...enjoy our time together while you’re here? Before you leave in a few days? I don’t want to fight.”

“Why didn’t you?” she repeated, more quietly this time.

“You know why,” he said defiantly, in an equally low voice.

“I don’t, actually.”

He groaned, putting his glass down next to hers before looking at her intensely. He looked tired, sad. “Because the only thing I wanted to text you was to ask you to stay. And I couldn’t ask that; it wouldn’t be right.”

She had an inkling that this would be his answer, but it still felt nice to hear him confirm it. “No, I suppose not.”

“And I wanted to text you so many times after, but… I was too afraid of what I’d say. And then too much time passed, and- I don’t know, I’m sorry, Gin.”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Harry blinked, taken aback by the abrupt question. “No,” he said.

“Neither am I,” she told him, and then moved closer to him, so close that their legs touched. “You’re right, you couldn’t ask me to stay. But… how about I stay the night, and we could call it even?”

It took Harry a moment to register her proposal. When he did, he swallowed, his adam’s apple protruding against his throat. “Are...are you sure?”

She decided then to let go of her inhibitions, to act on impulse and burning desire, and placed herself on his lap facing him, her knees tightly against his hips, her hands meeting on the back of his neck, lightly scratching the bottom of his scalp. “I’m sure.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Right, then,” he mumbled, and then his lips were crashing against hers, and his arms moved her impossibly closer to him. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept atop hers; Harry moaned as he did it, as Ginny moved her fingers through his hair and pressed her chest against his. They kissed passionately, slow and hot, then fast and urgent, then slowly again. They fell back into their rhythm seamlessly.

When Ginny pulled away to kiss his neck, Harry’s voice was raspy. “Fuck,” he exhaled. She moved her tongue lightly along his collar bone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear as she ground herself more firmly on his growing erection. He groaned, moving his hands to Ginny’s ass and cupping it. “Fuck,” he repeated. “I missed this. I missed you.”

She was too stimulated to think too much about his words for too long, but nevertheless, they still caused her heart to lurch. And hearing Harry express himself- even just the slightest showing of vulnerability from him- always turned her on even more. She blew hot air on his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and then pulled away to take off his sweater. He smiled in a daze as she got the sweater off of him and discarded it. He didn’t waste another second before throwing off his T-shirt (his glasses momentarily getting caught in the process) and then doing the same to her, so he could have the next several seconds to unhook her lacy blue bra and let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and admired the view of her chest, then glanced up at Ginny before touching her. She gave a quick nod and he let himself feel her breasts in his hands again for the first time in almost a year, massaging them gently, then with more power. Ginny felt herself grow hotter just watching how Harry responded to her. He leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, using his fingers to play with her left nipple in the way that always drove her mad. She allowed herself to enjoy it fully, moaning as she pleased, arching into him, pulling at his hair as he switched from one to the other.

Before long it was too much, and she grabbed his face and disconnected his mouth from her chest so she could kiss him again. She felt her lips tingle with the touch of his tongue, her skin burn as his hands moved to her back, running down slowly to her waistband, reaching under her pants to touch her bare ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks gently. God, she loved when he did that. After she kissed him thoroughly enough, and her pants felt too wet to wear anymore, she moved to undo Harry’s belt buckle, which in turn encouraged him to unzip her jeans. She removed herself from him so they could remove what was left of their clothes. Seeing how hard he was for her, full and bare, made her weak in the knees yet simultaneously at her most powerful. She pushed Harry back down on the couch, let her knees give in to the floor, and cupped his balls. “Ginny-” Harry grunted, but before anything else could come out of his mouth she took him in her own, licking up his length, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down.

It was only around thirty seconds later that Harry stopped her, pulling her head off of him. “Wait, wait, stop-”

Immediately, she felt embarrassed. “Was that...ok?”

“Oh, God, Ginny, of course, it was more than ok, it was fucking amazing but...but I want to help you out first. Please.”

“Harry, it’s fine-”

“No, please,” he said earnestly. “I want to. I really want to.”

She let go of him and nodded wordlessly. He helped her up, laid her down on the couch, and kissed her gently. He then whispered, “Let me make you happy.”

“You always make me happy,” she whispered back. His features changed from eager to wistful. He kissed her again, much more firmly this time, and then worked his mouth from her neck along her body, over each breast, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, before he reached his final destination. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he pressed his tongue up and down against her clit.

She didn’t have to think or speak or do anything; Harry knew exactly the way she liked it, no matter how much time in between their sexual activities passed, he never lost track of exactly what made her scream, what made her shake in ecstasy, as she did only a few minutes after he began. As she came down from her high, Harry kissed his way back up her body, until reaching her cheek, which he kissed delicately. “You feel good?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mm,” was all she could respond in the moment, panting from pleasure still.

He chuckled sweetly, kissing her cheek again, then her forehead, then her lips. Once her breathing had steadied somewhat, she heard him speak again. “What else do you want?”

“To fuck you,” she breathed out.

Harry moaned at her words as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth, the vibrations sending tingles down to her toes. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

“We can go to your bed for round two,” she told him, smiling widely. “But round one is happening right here, right now on this couch.”

“If you insist,” he said hoarsely, moving over her, wasting not another second. They had already lost enough time.

***

Behind her eyelids, Ginny could feel the light pouring into Harry’s bedroom. She felt a twinge of joy as she moved her arms to find Harry’s torso, but all she could find were the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that his side of the bed was empty. Her stomach fell as she scanned the room for him. She sat up and heard a bit of clanging around in the kitchen. The bedroom door was half-open. She rose from the bed, opened the drawer where Harry kept his t-shirts, and threw his go-to blue tee over her head. She stepped out of his room and walked down the hall to find Harry, wearing only a pair of boxers and his glasses, his hair as messy as ever, pouring an omelet onto a plate with expert ease.

“Morning,” she said quietly.

He turned to look at her and grinned, looking her over. “Morning. Nice shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone in there. I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

“That’s sweet, Harry.” She went to sit at the island and he waved his hands. “No, no, not here!”

“Excuse me?”

“Breakfast in bed ,” he clarified. “I’ll bring it in, you go relax, I just am finishing up on the home fries and then I’ll bring it right in.”

“You sure?”

He waved his spatula in the direction of his room. “Go on, now!”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him fondly before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Fine, but I’m using your bathroom first.”

“Do what you must.”

After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she settled back into Harry’s bed and scrolled through her phone. Only a few minutes later, Harry entered with their plates, handing one to her and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Her insides melted at the gesture. She softly thanked him, scooted over and dug in. Harry sat on his side but at the foot of the bed, his legs folded and his plate on his lap, that way he could face her. They ate in silence, exchanging occasional grins. She felt slightly distracted by his shirtless form and the way their feet touched. When she finished she handed Harry her plate. “That was delicious, thank you. Compliments to the chef.”

“My pleasure,” he told her. “I like cooking for people.”

“Perhaps if this teaching thing doesn’t work you can go to culinary school.”

“I know you’re joking, but I’d honestly consider it,” he said as he stacked their empty plates and leaned over to put them on his bedside table. He then sat beside her and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers. “What would you like to do today? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing plans…”

“I do have a hot date or two lined up, but I could always reschedule them for next year,” she joked.

“How kind of you,” he replied, picking up her hand and kissing it. Ginny was finding it hard to control herself with all the seemingly small, natural affection he was showing. “But really, anything in mind?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe we’d sleep in half the day- just for old times’ sake?”

Harry chuckled, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 10am. You want to go back to sleep?”

“Well, maybe not right away,” she said, lacking subtlety. “Thought we could do something to tire us out first.”

“Hmm,” Harry pretended to think. “What could that be?”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, and he sighed, using his free hand to cup her face. After kissing each other sweetly for a minute or two, Harry let go of her hand to grab her and pull her onto his lap. He quickly realized that other than his shirt she wasn’t wearing anything else at all, moaning as he grabbed her ass. He deepened the kiss and Ginny became wrapped up in its intensity, returning it right to him, her hands wrapped up in his hair. Although her body was in the driver’s seat, her mind and heart were racing, thinking about how much this man meant to her, how much she felt like herself when she was with him, how much he made her feel like she could do anything. She cherished every second she could steal with him, before all she’d have is memories to replay until the next time, cementing the feel and the taste of him into her brain. She didn’t want it to ever end.

But not before long, Harry seemed to slow down, and then he pulled away altogether. When Ginny leaned back in to continue the kiss, he barely reciprocated.

“Harry?” she asked, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I…” He looked at her and she could see the storm of emotions in his emerald eyes. He leaned his head against hers and exhaled. “I’m fine. But...can we pause this for a moment? Can we talk?”

A wave of dread washed over her as she nodded her head and removed herself from his lap. Sensing her tension, Harry grabbed her hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “What is it?” she asked reluctantly.

He inhaled deeply, his forehead creased. “When you leave later today, I… I don’t want it to be like last time.”

“Well, that’s easy then,” Ginny told him, attempting a smile. “All you have to do is text me when I land back in L.A. this time.”

“And what would that imply, exactly?” Harry questioned. “Me texting you, that is.”

“It-” but Ginny realized she didn’t really have an answer- or, at least, she couldn’t give the answer she really wanted. “It would mean that this wasn’t just some meaningless thing to you.”

Harry frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Is that what you really thought? Or what you’ll think if you leave later?”

Ginny considered his question. “I suppose not.”

“Of course not,” he corrected her, speaking with conviction as he squeezed her hand. “Ginny… I still-”

“Stop,” she interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”

She wanted to hear him say it, of course she did, but she would never be able to leave if she let him continue. She felt her heart break a bit at Harry’s disappointed expression. “What do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice quiet but his tone stabbing. “That I don’t care about you? That I don’t miss you? That I don’t think about you every time I try to date someone else? I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but I have to tell you, I can’t even fathom you thinking for even one second that anything between us could ever be meaningless to me. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I don’t know how to do this.”

“No,” she said as she put a hand on his leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, hearing all of that was too hard for her. Knowing the feelings are mutual “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… The meaningless thing was an overreaction, alright? I know… we’ll always mean so much to each other.”

Harry sighed, closing his eyes, his thinking face on. Ginny knew that face too well, and she knew he was trying to work out in his mind how to phrase all his feelings. “I just don’t understand why we gave up two years ago. We did long distance from your senior year in high school through all of college and it was fine. I didn’t want to break up. But you were so insistent that this is what was best once you got a spot on the team and I didn’t want to feel like I had to persuade you to stay together and I just…”

Ginny’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was such an ache in his voice… it hurt her to hear. “I don’t know, Harry, I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing,” she settled on. How could she explain giving up on them to him? To herself? “College was one thing, but as working adults? It just felt like we’d never be in the same place, we’d never be able to actually spend time together… I didn’t want to hold you back. I didn’t realize you…that you would’ve… I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry.”

“No, I should’ve fought harder for us,” he told her, eyes blazing. “It’s not too late, is it?”

Ginny exhaled as Harry squeezed her hand again. “Harry, I can’t stay here-“

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to wait for me. I don’t know what’s going to come with my career.”

“I don’t care how far apart we are,” he asserted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else- I’ve tried, and I’m sure you have too, but we always end up back here, don’t we? I want to be with you. We can figure the rest out as we go. It’s us, you know?”

He smirked at the end of his sentence, and all the feelings she’d been holding in for two years seemed to boil over at once. God, she missed that smile. The same smile as the one she dreamed about every day when she was only 11 and he spent every summer day over at their house with Ron. The same smile that he gave her after their first kiss, and after they skipped the prom and hid out under the bleachers, and when he came home to visit from college for the first time, and when he visited her in her dorm, and when he saw her standing in her bridesmaid dress at Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and then when he took it off of her later that night, and when they bumped into each other at the airport a few months ago, and just last night as she curled up against him in his bed and kissed him goodnight.

Tears warned to spill over, and she cursed herself for blinking one free. Harry put a hand on her face and wiped it for her with his thumb. He looked deeply into her eyes, which only caused more tears to fall. He wiped another for her, and then he kissed one away, and then he kissed her lips so gently she could barely register it.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice for some type of answer.

She looked away from him, staring down at their knees. “I still don’t know, Harry. I’m confused. Everything you’re saying… I want that, I do, but it just doesn’t… seem practical. And… I mean, if we did get back together, what about everything after that? Do you want to stay in Tupelo forever?”

“Not necessarily,” he responded flatly. “I love my job now but I don’t know if I’ll still want to be here in a few years… But do we need to be making those types of decisions now?”

“Well if we don’t, then what? We get back together and three years down the line we break up because we realize we’re still not on the same page? I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

Harry let out a defeated sigh, causing Ginny to look up again. The fire in his eyes was being stomped out by disappointment. “Gin, listen… all I know is that ever since I was sixteen all I’ve wanted is to be with you, whatever it took to make that happen. That hasn’t changed, not one bit, even nine years later. I know we can make it work. If it’s not what you want… I don’t want you to be with me if you aren’t fully in it. But I want to be in your life. I don’t know what that looks like for you right now, but however it does, I’ll be there. Even if that’s only as your brother’s best friend.” He offered a sad smile as he finished.

But you’re so much more than that , she wanted to say, but felt like that’d just be proving his point, and she still felt too confused and overwhelmed. Selfishly, she leaned in and kissed him, long enough to memorize the feeling for later but quickly enough to prevent any further persuasion from the magic of his mouth. She braced herself for her own heart’s self-destruction as she opened her eyes and said, “I think I should go home, now.”

Harry’s sadness lingered for a moment, before he channeled his expertise of shutting down, his features flickering to blankness. “If...if that’s what you want. Let me drive you home, at least?”

She wanted to say no, that she’d just order an Uber, but her mouth betrayed her. “Ok.”

He let go of her hand and stood up. “I’ll, er, just throw on some clothes real quick, then run and grab yours and leave you to get dressed.”

She nodded and watched him throw on a pair of jeans, an undershirt, a jumper, and socks rather haphazardly. She listened as his feet creaked across the hallway floors, and waited with bated breath as he made his way back moments later, handing her a pile of her clothes. She muttered a “thank you” and averted his eyes as she took them.

“Take your time,” he told her gently, and made his way back out.

The moment the door clicked closed, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed out all the tears she could, so none would escape for him to see when she would have to face him again. She wiped her face and felt the warmth leave her as she got up from his bed, her haven. She threw off his shirt and put on her clothes from the night before, but folded up his t-shirt and stuffed it in her purse. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she could take as many of his t-shirts as she liked; he bought extras just for her.

She looked in the mirror, quickly threw her hair back in a low ponytail, and inhaled deeply, as if the air entering her lungs would give her courage to move forward as she opened up his bedroom door and walked towards the entrance.

Harry had his sneakers on, her shoes lined up and her coat ready for her in his hands. She slipped on her shoes and against her better judgment she allowed him to slip her jacket on for her, arm by arm. She hated the electricity that crackled through their every touch. She did not want to leave, she hated herself for leaving, even.

As if he sensed her self-deprecation, he took hold of her hand after it slipped through the sleeve. “Gin, it’ll be okay.”

She didn’t believe him, of course, it was just his typical optimism in order to protect everyone he loved, Except it made Harry look out for everyone else’s comfort at his own expense.

He grabbed his keys and led them out of his flat. They got into his car quietly. Without taking the backroads, the ride was relatively short, only taking 3 songs on the classic rock station of his ancient car radio to make it back to her home, the Burrow.

He parked right outside, which was a mistake, as her mother was out in the front with their family dog, Pig. She was wise enough to just offer a wave and a smile and resume walking with him.

Harry turned to her and asked in a low rasp, “Can I see you again? Before you fly back? Will you still be at your family’s for New Year's?”

“Yeah, I will,” she told him. “I’ll...I’ll see you there.”

Harry nodded. He clicked the unlock button for the doors. “Just...just think about what I said, alright?”

Ginny swallowed, nodding back. “I will.”

He kissed her cheek, his lips burning against her cold skin, and as he pulled away he leaned over to open her door for her. She attempted a smile in thanks, hopped out of his truck, and closed the door gently behind her.

She didn’t look back as she walked through her lawn, as she heard him call out to her mother, “See you soon, Mrs. Weasley!,” as Pig barked merrily at him and Harry laughed out, “I’ll see you soon, too, Pig!” before driving away.

She was grateful that her mother didn’t pursue her as her legs worked their hardest to get her to the door, through the entrance, and up the flight of stairs to her room, into her own bed, waiting for a sense of safety or relief that never came.

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AHH ITS THE BIRTHDAY ANON HI ILY um maybe petermj birthdays?? And I don’t know if I have a favorite trope but I feel like fluff or hurt/comfort or something would be really cute!! 💌

happy birthday, @rachelmclacey and nonny xxx

what could fit more perfectly, than to have a world party on the day you came to be

Peter can’t help but smile when he sees MJ at her locker. He’s over pretending he isn’t head over heels for her now. It’s not like he’s going to tell her anytime soon or ever because he’s not a masochist and she’s lightyears out of his league and the best thing that ever happened to him. So he’s semi content to just be her friend. This close is enough for him. Sort off. For right now.

But it’s easier to just allow himself to look at her without the internal battle he used to have about her being just his friend. She’s still just his friend. But she’s so pretty, and Peter likes to look at her. Sue him.

He slows down when he realises she’s on her phone because he doesn’t want to have to walk past her with a wave because then he won’t see her until after school and that’s like six whole hours. But he doesn’t want to stand near her while she’s talking because that’s weird but she might raise her eyebrows at him like she does when she’s unimpressed and that’s crazy hot so.

In the end, he doesn’t have a choice because his feet stop moving on their own accord by what he hears.

“It’s not a big deal,” MJ whispers, though her face suggests she’s disappointed. Though he’s not sure anyone is supposed to know that.

Peter hears the person on the phone respond that they’re sorry they missed her this morning, that they had surgery. He assumes it’s her mum but it could also be her dad, both being surgeons. He feels bad that MJ woke up alone and according to the call, they won’t be home later either. MJ always says she doesn’t mind, she likes alone time, but that’s not what’s bothering Peter right now.

“It’s just a birthday, mum,” MJ states. “It’s fine, we can do something on the weekend.”

How is it that Peter knows Michelle drinks English Breakfast Tea in the morning and a different fruity tea in the afternoon; that she highlights her textbooks with a pink highlighter if it’s a fact she found interesting, green if the fact is wrong and yellow if it’s something she wants to further research; that she looks at him more when he wears a black long sleeved t shirt, but he has no idea it’s her birthday today?

He turns on the spot, running through the halls until he finds Ned at the lunch table.

“Dude, dude,” he says, feigning loss of breath in case anyone is paying attention even though no one has spoken to them at lunch since they started here.

“Yeah? Oh my God,” Ned starts, throwing his lunch in his bag. “Is it guy in the chair stuff?”

“Yeah! Wait - no, kind of -”

“Stop speaking in riddles Peter,” Ned says, half out of his seat. “Should I finish my sandwich or not?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Okay so quickly before MJ gets here.”

“Did you do something? Did you finally tell her?!”

“No, shh. It’s her birthday!”

“What, today?” Ned asks, eyes wide because Ned loves a birthday and he’s probably already thinking about how he could make her a gift out of his half eaten lunch.

“Today, Ned! How did we not know that?” Peter asks, his hands running through his hair. If he’d known he would have done something! Well he brought her tea this morning but he would have drawn balloons on the cup and maybe he would have decorated her locker or something.

“Well, I know nothing about MJ that she doesn’t explicitly tell me,” Ned shrugs, then, “maybe she doesn’t want us to know.”

“Hmmm.”

“Peter,” Ned sighs. “Stop, I can see your mind whirring. You don’t have time -”

“What if I skipped class,” Peter states quietly as Ned rolls his eyes. “I could go to that shop over on eighth, you know the party one? And I could decorate before movie night.”

“Peter. You know what, fine. You’re going to do it anyway,” Ned says with a shake off his head. He brings his wallet out, sliding a twenty across the table.

“But if I distract the teachers from your absence I get half the credit when I turn up to yours and it’s already decorated.”

“Yeah! Of course. Okay, so I’ll get the decorations and some food and can you make a card in art class?”

“Yes! A reason to use my new oils,” Ned smiles, eyebrows high.

“Okay, cool, so -”

“Shhh, she’s coming! Hey MJ,” Ned says, his face bright and not at all subtle. But MJ probably won’t find that weird, Ned is always happy.

“Hey, dork,” she replies, sitting next to Peter, her arm brushing him as she swings her bag onto the table.

“Nerd,” she says to Peter, knocking into his arm with his elbow.

“Hey, MJ. Are you okay? Little late to lunch,” he asks, avoiding Ned’s glare because they both know she was on the phone and now they’re too excited about throwing a surprise party and Peter and clearly Ned, kinda don’t want her to tell them about it now.

“Er, yeah. I was - doesn’t matter,” she says, cheeks a little pink.

“Are you sure?” Peter asks, his need to make sure she’s okay overweighting his want to surprise her.

“Uh-huh,” she replies, though she rolls her eyes when she looks at him and his pleading eyes.

“Oh for - it's not a big deal! You just usually meet me at my locker so I was waiting for you - it’s not a big deal,” she says, pulling her lunch out of her bag.

“Oh,” Peter replies, a smile taking over his face because she was waiting for him. And that makes his chest flutter.

“Dork,” she sighs, popping a carrot stick in her mouth. “Are we still on for movie night?”

“Yep!” Peter practically shouts.

“Best movie night of your life!” Ned says.

“Okay, losers,” she laughs, but Peter sees her clamp her lip between her teeth to stop her smile before she buries her head in her book.

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As Peter webs the last streamer into place, the sweat dripping from his forehead, he’s so glad he ditched class. There’s no way he would have been able to decorate the apartment if he’d stayed at school - and he only had to help like two people on his way to and from the party store!

It’s worth it now though, because there are streamers from each corner of the living room, bunting across the windows and balloons filling any spare space on the ceiling. He’s glad he sprung for the helium tank even if it was difficult to get home. He throws on a party playlist while setting his suit up. He hides it in the corner, mask out so he can project multi coloured lights around the room.

He changes quickly, rushing to take the pizzas out of the oven before they burn. He can’t order pizzas because the helium tank cost more than he was expecting but it’s fine. Cold pizza is like a birthday party staple. Plus, he got cake and that’s pretty much all you need. He puts the candles in, wondering how to position it so he can get the best photo when she blows them out later. He places it on a plate next to cheese straws and cheese rolls as he sets up the drink counter. Which is just some red solo cups and four bottles of cherry soda because that's MJ’s favourite and Peter likes it when her tongue turns red and he can pretend to know what she tastes like.

He’s putting the finishing touches on MJ’s gift, something he bought himself but he knows Ned won’t mind that his name isn’t on it because he probably rushed out to buy something after school anyway, when his phone goes off.

“Yeah?” he asks, phone on speaker as he sellotapes the last flap of paper down.

“Hey man, so… I can’t make it tonight,” Ned says.

“What?! Ned, I’ll look like a loser if you don’t turn up!” Peter yelps, running his hand through his hair only to find that he has sellotape stuck to his fingers. Not only will it be the first time Peter and MJ are alone at his place together, now he has to have filled the apartment with balloons and banners that practically spell out I’m in love with you?

“You have the card!”

“I’m sorry, Peter! My Nonna came over and you know my mum isn’t going to budge on letting me out.”

Peter groans because Mrs Leeds absolutely will not entertain his pleading so he says it’s fine even though he’s about to sweat through his new top and he can hear MJ walking up the stairs.

“Fuck,” he huffs, hanging up the phone and wondering if he has enough time to at least pull own the streamers. But it’s no use, MJ storms through the halls all the time so she’ll be knocking on the door in four seconds.

And right on cue.

He opens the door slightly, she can probably only see his face.

“Oh hey, MJ,” he says, his head wedged between the door and the frame.

“Hey,” she replies, eyes squinting at his position.

“Er, so Ned can’t make it -”

“Yeah, he text the chat,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Right, yes. I saw. Er, so do you want to reschedule?”

“Oh,” she says, the disappointment evident in her voice as she holds onto the straps of her backpack. And he feels like a dick for being the reason her eyebrows drop and her lips pout. And it’s her birthday!

“Sure. I’ll see you, Monday,” she says, turning and walking so fast he barely has a chance to squeak out that he was kidding,

“MJ!” he shouts, shoving his shoe in the door because he doesn’t have his key.

“It’s fine, Peter.”

“MJ, please,” he says, grabbing her wrist to stop her sprinting down the hall. “Please, come in.”

“It’s -”

“Please. You’ll see why I’m being… you’ll understand, okay? Promise not to laugh at me,” he groans, his fingers still touching her wrist. She lets him lead her back to his apartment, never pulling her wrists out of his grip which isn’t helping him to not feel nervous.

He opens the door, hearing her intake of breath as he drops her hand and looks anywhere but at her.

“Happy birthday,” he says, a wide flourish of his arms, even though he wants to sink to the ground. She doesn’t reply, so he takes a look at her and he can’t believe he wasted thirty seconds not looking at her. Because her eyes are wide and she’s enchanting under the lights, her hair pink and yellow, her lips parted.

“I heard you on the phone,” he stutters, never being particularly good at silence around her. “And I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but then I found out it was your birthday and I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, MJ. So, erm, I hope this is okay but I can take it down if it’s not and -”

“You did all this today?” she whispers, moving towards the living room, her smile stretching across her face when she sees the balloons.

“Er, I ditched English and Maths but don’t tell anyone,” he huffs, following behind her.

“I can’t believe you ditched even though you’re failing, English,” she says, and he’d be offended if she didn’t turn to face him with the brightest eyes he’s ever seen and if she smiles at him like that for a second longer he’s going to tell her that he thinks about her all the time.

“I’m barely failing,” he scoffs, his fingers fidgety because he wants to hold her wrist again but he has no reason to now. She raises her eyebrow at his blatant lie and he groans.

“Okay, just a little bit.”

“I’ll help you,” she replies.

“Thanks, do you want some food?” he asks, thinking that if he stands here with her in the red light, he won’t make it out alive.

“Sure.”

Peter wonders if it’s a good time to hold her wrist again but he takes the full four steps to the counter to figure it out, so then there’s no need.

“Erm, so there’s pizza and those cheese things you like and cake but I think we’re meant to have that last but we can have it whenever you want,” he says, his words turning into a whisper when MJ places her hands on his neck, tilting him so he’s facing her.

“MJ?”

She moves slowly, her nose brushing his before her lips touch him. Her lips are pressed to his for the best three seconds of his life, so he has three seconds to react, to do anything. But he can’t get his brain to function, so he lets her move back.

And when he opens his eyes, she looks nervous. The bad kind of nervous.

“Erm, okay,” he stutters, willing his brain to figure it out and pull her face back to him.

“Sorry, that was - I -”

“I really like you,” he says, then, “so, if that was for the party then that’s okay. But if it was because -”

“I don’t just kiss people to say thankyou,” she mutters, rolling her eyes but she’s still playing with her fingers. “I really like you, too.”

“That’s great,” he says, his smile wide as she blushes at him.

“So, do you have plates?” she asks, her voice breathy.

He moves his useless hands from his sides, placing one on the counter, and one on her arm as he leans up to kiss her. It’s quick, but it’s perfect.

He pulls back slightly, but she chases his lips and he opens his mouth a little bit and it’s so much better. He moves his hand to the back of her neck, breathing her in when she pulls back to take a breath.

“I like you so much,” he gasps, his lips still against hers.

“I like you, too. Thank you for the party,” she whispers, pressing her lips against his again.

“Sorry there’s no one else here, I would -”

“It’s perfect,” she replies, her arms around his neck as she moves her lips against his and he thinks he spends the rest of his life here, with his body against hers, he’d be happy.

“You’re perfect,” he replies, moaning lightly as she threads her hands through his hair.

“You’re not allowed to say that if you want to be my boyfriend,” she whispers.

“But you don’t like liars,” he says, laughing when she groans at him.

He’s not sure how long they stand there, but he’s figured out the best way to flick his tongue to hear her moan against him, and she already knows all the ways to kill him clearly as he pulls her closer to his body every time she pulls against his lip.

She lets him lead her to the couch, their fingers linked now which is an upgrade he’s going to use as often as he can.

“Happy birthday,” he says, handing her the gift he bought earlier, though he has had it in his notes ever since she mentioned wanting it when they were on the train back from the museum.

“What is it?” she smiles, not letting his hand go.

“You’re meant to open it, Em,” he laughs.

She opens it with one hand which is adorable but he’s not shocked because everything she does is adorable. Her eyes light up when she sees the book and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get over how pretty she is.

“I’m not very good at getting close to people,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the embossed letters on the cover.

“So I can’t tell you how much this means to me, or whatever. Or the party or you know, you.”

She looks at him then, her eyes nervous but she smiles when he smiles and that’s all he ever really needs. He moves the book from her hand to the table, his hand finding her neck as her eyes flick over his face.

“That’s okay, I can tell you what you mean to me, and you can just agree if you want,” he says, his eyes bright as she rests her forehead against his.

“You’re my favourite,” she whispers, ducking to press her lips to his before he can reply. But that’s okay, it’s her birthday, she can do whatever she wants.

#spideychelle #petermj #happy birthdays times two!#probably should have posted to ao3 but i'm lazy okay love you bye #nonny i'll do fic recs later!

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Little Secrets - pt. 2

A/N: I couldn't found a perfect gif. Okay?! But this is the closest I could get. Plus, I really have to go to the bathroom, so this is the quickest gif I could find. I also spent three days writing this because I had about thousands of scenes in my head but I had to write only one. I love it. Hope yall love it too <3

All five of you have been sitting at the table; your father, James, Sirius, you and your mother, who had just brought some tea.

Sirius has been smiling at you. You had been smiling at him but not because you had pleasantly enjoyed his sudden appearance, though he was a quite fit young man, but because it was all so amusing.

"So you have a sister?" Sirius turned his head to James, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes..." James smiled awkwardly. "My younger sister, (Y/N)."

"That you had never mentioned." you grit your teeth a little and raised an eyebrow.

"Why haven't you, son?" asked your father, meanwhile your mother went to get Sirius some warm clothes.

"...it... didn't come in conversation..." James shrugged.

Both you and Sirius let out a laugh, exchanging a familiar look, as if the two of you were old friends already.

"Does anybody in Hogwarts know that you have a sister?" you asked, getting more stiff and angry, though you pretty much knew the answer. "I mean, some purebloods surely have to know." your tone started to get louder, causing James to sink in his chair. "Or was the fact that you have a Squib sister put shame to your popular reputation?" you stood up from your chair, glaring at your brother and seeing his friend stare at you with wide eyes.

You were a Squib?

You ignored his expression and made your way up-stairs, going off to bed. You didn't cry and you didn't yell. You weren't really sad to cry or angry to yell... you were just confused. That's all.

---

A few days passed and you didn't much talk to James. You avoided him, called a few friends and went into town with them. They were all mostly Muggles and you didn't mind that. You kept your secret life separate but you did tell them that your brother was keeping you as some sort of secret from his friends and the only explanation you had was that he was some sort of ashamed of you.

"That's rubbish, Pea."

That's what your friends called you. A nickname from the first day of school all those years ago, there was a little accident with peas at lunch. Everybody called you Pea since then. Everybody except your family.

"Than what other explanation is there?" you started to get frustrated, digging your head into your hands. "I just don't understand!"

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"I did. He's determined to avoid the topic." you drank your coffee and threw yourself back.

"And his friend?" she raised one of her eyebrows.

"Sirius."

"Sirius. What a name..." she started to tease you. "Is he cute?"

"He is." you smiled a bit. "Quite fit."

"Uff! What does he look like?"

"Well, he's tall, a bit shorter than Jamie but he's got a gorgeous face. Like if Aphrodite had a son with Kleopatra, he'd be the product of them."

"Hell, that good looking?" she rolled her eyes, thinking you were being your usual sarcastic self.

But you weren't. He was literally beautiful. "Okay, look. I am not in love with the guy. I just have eyes and my eyes love pretty things. He is one of those pretty things."

"Objectifying now, are we?" she continued to tease.

"You know what I meant."

"What about Alissa?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and causing you to sink in your chair.

"What about Alissa?" you smiled sheepeshly.

"I saw the way she hugged you in front of school."

"Yeah but I don't know if she's into... you know..."

"Girls?"

"Yes! It's so hard to tell. I mean, she gives me so many signs-"

"There you go. She likes you."

"- but then she also ignores me at times. Like this hot-and-cold energy."

"Oh." your friend frowned at the sight and slumped her shoulders. "How about we go to a party tonight? You and me-"

"And?"

"Some friends." she grinned.

"Whiskey?" you grinned as well, feeling so much lighter at the proposition.

"There has to be whiskey. If not, we're leaving."

"Okay, let me just call mum. Tell her, I'm going to be a tad late." you winked at her and ran to the payphone at the back of the cafe. You spun the number and waited.

Your family loved the phone. Being a wizard, the communication usually fell through the letters but since you lived with one foot in the Muggle world, the discovery of the payphone has made you overly-excited as well as your parents. The communication was much faster and you could always call your home whenever you needed.

"Hello?" there was a foreign voice that only seemed to belong to one person in that house.

"Sirius? Is that you?"

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" he shouted into the phone. "Who is this!?"

"Sirius, it's (Y/N)."

"Oh! James' little secret sister."

"Yeah, that one." you rolled your eyes.

"Are you stuck in there?"

"Where?"

"In this tiny box? Do I have to call your mum to get you out?"

"Sirius, this is a phone."

"Oh! I've heard of those. It's a Muggle thing." he let out a laugh. "Foolish little thing. When you can just write something and poof it to someone's way."

"Well, I can't really poof it, can't I?" you smiled as you heard him gulp on the other side.

"Uh... sorry... I forgot."

"It's fine." you giggled, letting him know you are not offended from his reckless words. "Can you get mum anyway?"

"Why?"

"Because I have to tell her I'm going to come home late today."

"Oh." you could see him leaning on the wall and smirking at the idea. "Where are you off to?"

"Only a friend's house.

"A-ha." he doubted. "Friend's house." he continued to speak in a mocking tone. "Am I-"

"Oh, you've discovered the phone." you heard James in the background, laughing. "Who is it?"

"This thing is magnificent, Prongs. I can talk to her like she's here, though she's not in this tiny little box.... is she?" he whispered the last part, covering the phone.

"It's (y/n)? Is she still mad at me?" he leaned on the phone. "Stop being such a stubborn little arse and get over it!" he shouted, meanwhile you rolled your eyes.

"She says she's staying at a friend's house?" said Sirius.

"No, she's not." James laughed. "Her friend, Mandy, lives with her uncle who doesn't approve of (y/n) what-so-ever. She's going to a party."

"Am not!" you shouted through the phone, clearly lying. "I'm not going to Mandy's... I'm going to Zoe's."

"Zoe? I thought she goes to Greece during the summer."

"She's staying this summer. Broke a leg."

"Broke a leg my arse!" James shouted.

"Can we come too?" you heard Sirius through the phone.

"Maybe next time. I don't think I can manage James' face without punching it yet." you shrugged.

"Can I come then?"

"Oi! Don't be a prick."

"What?! It's a party!"

"Just tell mum I'm coming home late and that-" and with that the call got cut. You looked at it with surprise and then just shrugged. "They got the message."

---

You had come home, not drunk, not tipsy... just a little dazed. You wished you were wasted but a memory of you not being able to walk a few years ago due to some heavy home-made Scottish Whiskey, you had decided that getting wasted wasn't worth it.

You put your shoes away carefully and quietly before going to the kitchen. A simple walk home sobered you up. You could walk normally, feel lighter on your feet but wanting to collapse into your bed as soon as possible. Though you were starving, so the fridge was the first stop. Toast, mayo, baloney and cheese.

"Mmmmmm." you rolled your eyes back from the delicious flavor in your mouth, almost melting as it filled your stomach. When your eyes rolled back to the sandwich you felt like you saw a spark of light from the corner of your eye. You glanced back up and saw a familiar figure standing on the porch.

He was leaning over the fence, mind deep in thought, eyes far in the distance. Brushing your hands on your pants, you opened the door from the porch and peeked out.

"Peek a boo." you said casually but he didn't budge, only turned back calmly.

He gave you a soft smile and moved a little to give you space. "How was the party?" he said as he flickered the cigarette away, shutting up the grasshoppers.

"Eh." you shrugged, mimicking his position. "Wasn't really a party, more like a friendly gathering."

"Bummer."

"Not really." you laughed. "There were all these random people, Muggles as you call them and I knew three or four of them. People kept leaving and coming, random people that I know from school but never really hung out with them, you know?" you looked at him and he smiled, listening on. "And I did talk and flirt with this guy, who kept coming onto me but all the time I kept observing others and by the end of the night, when I came home, there was only one person on my mind and it wasn't that guy- that random, thought quite charming and nice guy- but it was this girl from school with pretty bluish-greenish-brownish eyes."

"All three colours?" he laughed.

"They change colour a lot, okay?" you laughed. "But it's not even the colour, more like the way she looks at me- like she's in love with me but I don't know if she's in love with me because one day she's all for it and another moment she's ignoring me. It's so frustrating."

"So you like girls?"

"More or so. I don't mind guys either."

"Which one do you prefer?" he asked from curiosity.

Though it wasn't one of your favorite questions to hear, you still replied casually. "It's not the matter of preference, more like the matter of which I fall in love with. Guys are simple. They think simple and there's no secret meaning behind their words. You know when they want to snog you or shag you or when they want something serious or not serious. Simple."

"And girls are not simple?" he laughed.

"Oh, girls are so complicated!" you groaned. "Not all of them of course. Not me." you laughed and he chuckled as well.

"Not you?"

"No. I don't like to complicate things just because of how my last girl did."

"Your ex?"

"Not really an ex. It was an odd situation but listen up to this." you started to get more comfortable. "She and me have been writing to each other- she was a tough nut to crack to be honest. I was breaking the ice with that girl for like a year and a half. She was hot and cold with me. I never knew what she meant. One day she was giving me hints she was into me, another times she was completely ignoring me."

"Is this the same girl you talked about before?"

"No-" you stopped, thinking back a little. "Though it is a similar situation, isn't it?" you asked him, meanwhile he laughed.

"I think so."

"Hm... I'll get back to that thought." you pinned the realisation down and continued with the story. "Okay, so she was finally starting to open up to me- also she was tall and dark and gorgeous green eyes, super hot- I can't leave that out."

"No, you can't."

"She was getting to open up, telling me stuff about her family, her friends, which classmates she hated and I was getting excited because LOOKIE THAT! SHE MIGHT TAKE A FANCY IN ME." you said over-excitedly, throwing your hands in the air before your face and your hands fell back down. "And then I see her hugging a boy in the hall and suddenly they're both dating."

"Oh, bummer!" He laughed. "She was straight."

"Oh, hell no." you laughed. "That girl was definitely not straight but her parents were, so-"

"Oh, makes sense."

"Perfectly good sense. She's studying to become a lawyer."

"A lawyer?"

"Yes, a lawyer."

"Bet her parents are happy."

"Over the moon, I suppose."

"And you?"

"Eh. I moved on from her a long time ago. To be honest, I just liked the chase." you let out another laugh and he rolled his eyes.

"Really?"

"I always love a little chase or runner dynamic."

"So you're the chaser?"

"Or the runner, depends which one I'm feeling. Today was more like a runner but when I play the runner, they really give up easily, you know?"

"I actually do know." he shook his head a bit, pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. "Does James know?"

"He does but not about... you know... them. He just knows about it."

"What do you mean?" he started to laugh again. You were funny. He liked funny girls and from the way you reacted to James' little secret, he thought you'd be just like the others but you were so simple and funny with a tad of mystery in your eyes.

"He only knows bits of it."

"Bits of it?" he quirked an eyebrow. "I thought the two of you tell each other everything."

"Clearly not." you rolled your eyes and dropped your head back. "I'm a secret."

"A pretty secret." he blurted out before he could help himself. Noticing what he had said as he had watched you drop your head back, your hair flowing in mid air and your eyes focused on the distance, he really couldn't keep it in. James kept you a secret. A pretty little secret and he never understood why. He had known him for so long and he hadn't mentioned you once in all those years. Did Peter know? Or Remus? Or did really nobody know that James Potter really had a younger sister, who had no magical abilities.

"You think I'm pretty?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow yourself.

He let out an embarrassed laugh and looked away just before his eyes locked with yours again, the blue that is bright in the day, now dark, almost black in the night. "I have eyes, (y/n). It's just a mere observation."

"Oh." you laughed as well, jumping down from the fence and putting your hand on his shoulder. "Than as a mere observation, I can say that you are extremely hot." you put your hand on his cheek and tapped it a few times just before you made your way to your bed. "Goodnight, Sirius Black."

He watched you walk away with his cheeks burning red. Bold, daunting- you were. Similar in a way with how James acted but he had to admit that you seemed quite more of an adventure than James. It sounded ignorant to say that. You were new, something hidden, now on the surface where he can marvel at you. He felt just a little bit more excited than the day he met James. Such a thrill, knowing that he has all the summer getting to spend with you.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #james potter #james potter imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #marauders x reader

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contact names

spencer reid x reader

synopsis: a love story told through contact names

word count: 1.5k

———

“hi dr. reid, or u-um spencer? is that all right? can i call you by your first name? i was wondering if i could get your number, so we could have a line of communication and all”

you stood in front of him, smiling brightly. this was your first jet ride of your first case. you believed first impressions were important, and a little more important when that first impression was with him

you’d gone to the same college as him, given you went around 12 years after he did, and his name was always brought up. when you were a criminal justice major and cal tech, spencer reid was a name that was hard to not know. you studied his analysis, you read his doctoral papers, and you admired him from a far. just an alumni, smart one, cute one at that, but just an alumni, someone to learn from

okay so maybe you had a crush on him, but of course you didn’t that was ridiculously, you’d never even met the man

but there you were, somehow you fought your way through school, the academy, and the baus hiring process, and you went from admiring learner, to colleague

he was beautifully perched on the edge of the jet seat, staring down at the chess set, playing against himself

“oh hello, and spencer is quite fine. just appreciative to be called anything other than morgan’s chosen nick name of ‘pretty boy’. i mean i guess it is a compliment? well it feels degrading in a sense, i digress,,”

he chuckled awkwardly

when he was nervous, he rambled, and you made him nervous

he and garcia had thoroughly researched you before you had joined

you were top of your class at cal-tech, top of your class at the academy, your published work was astonishing for someone your age, you had numerous letters of recommendation from highly regarded professors

you were nothing short of excellent, and nothing short of beautiful

long hair with bangs that perfectly framed your face, dimples on both of your cheeks, a smile that could light up any room you walked into

so needless to say, spencer already had a crush on you before you walked through the bau doors

“ and oh i’m regarding that phone number, let me...”

he shuffled through his satchel, files, books, tea bags and granola bar wrapper being pushed a side in search of his business card

“shoot, i can’t find it, here”

he pulled his phone out

“why don’t your enter your number, and i’ll text you so that you can save the contact as well?”

“oh perfect!”

you grabbed his phone typing in your number, and handing it back

“t-thank you!”

you turned to walk away

“oh wait! could you spell your last name for me? i wouldn’t want to get it wrong”

you spelled it out, he typed in the letters into his phone

now you were officially in his phone as plainly

“y/n l/n”

—

you guys quickly went from colleagues to friends

ever since that first text that spencer sent to share his number, you two were inseparable

carpooled to work and back

sat next to each other on the jet

office spaces next to each other

coffee “dates”

hotel slumber parties during cases

friday night game night traditions

endless conversations

book recommendations

and of course

a blinding amount of romantic tension

a couple months into you working at the bau you were sitting on spencer’s desk, him reclined in his chair

“i’m telling you! i’m amazing at gin rummy”

“mhm okay”

you hit him playfully with a file

“mhm? what is that supposed to mean? do you doubt my skills?”

“no not at all, i just know i’d crush you”

you raised an eyebrow

“okay dr reid? you wanna go?”

he pulled a deck of cards out of his drawer

“i’ll deal”

he said, shuffling the cards

7 rounds later, you had beat him by 27 points

“HA!”

he looked down in defeat

“HA HA HA!!!!”

“i let you win”

“UNTRUE UNTRUE! you knocked and were so confident that you had won, but guess what? I HAD GIN” you laughed un controllably while spenxer rolled his eyes

“they don’t call me y/n “gin rummy god” l/n for nothing!”

he perched his face in his hands, staring up at your giggly face that still remained seated on his desk

“who calls you that”

“everyone! and now you have to!”

he laughed, pulled out his phone went to his contacts

he typed in

“y/n “pretty okay at gin rummy” l/n”

he showed you the screen

“happy?”

you squinted in to read it

“very”

———-

it didn’t take very much longer until you and spencer were dating

it happened one day on the jet, you were flying home and while sitting next to spencer instinctually laid your head on his shoulder

that wasn’t too abnormal, but spencer bent his neck down to kiss you softly on the forehead

you looked at him

he looked at you

finally an action that couldn’t be written off as platonic

with scared eyes he looked at you, looking like he had just committed a grave crime

as he had forgotten that you two were not dating, you had forgotten that the entire team was also on that jet

so you grabbed his face and kissed him, kissed him long, gently wrapping your arms around his neck, until you heard an “ahem” from derek

“finally”

he laughed, you and spencer just stared at each other an also burst into laughter, and from then on, you were his girl, his love, his object of adoration, his lady

—-

3 months into your relationship, spencer had gotten a concussion

he was okay, just unable to fly

you were about to board the jet, face buried in spencers shoulder

“i don’t have to go spencer”

“yes, yes you do”

“i don’t want to leave you”

“y/n i will survive, and it’s not like i’m gonna be alone in the office, i’ll be consulting virtually through garcia”

you pressed a kiss to his lips

“okay, i’ll miss you”

“miss you too”

you let go of his hand and jogged up to emily who was boarding the plane

“you two are vile” she said laughing

“not funny!”

the case was tough, even tougher with spencer not around

though he and garcia made quite the duo

“hey spencer could you call y/n for me? i’m on this line with derek”

“yeah of course”

he pressed your contact on his favorite list

your name saved as “m’lady”

garcia noticed immediately

“m’lady?! M’LADY??? if you two aren’t the cutest pair of 18th century literature nerds i don’t know what is”

he giggled, you picked up the phone

“spence?”

garcia started shouting

“Y/N YOU SUcK! YOU AND YOUR PERFECT ADORABLE RELATIONSHIP WITH CUTE LITTLE CONTACT NAMES! HAVE SOME MERCY FOR THE SINGLE PEOPLE HUH?”

you started to laugh

“garcia do you have that list of names i asked for?”

——-

4 years, 1 built in library, and 3 cats later

spencer knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

it was a warm saturday, and you and spencer went to the museum of natural sciences

you were standing in front of the aquatic birds exhibit

you were reading the swan description

“swan, largest waterfowl species of the subfamily anserinae, family anatidae. most swans are classified in the genus cygnus. swans are gracefully long-necked, heavy-bodied, big-footed birds that glide majestically when swimming and fly with slow wingbeats and with necks outstretched. swans mate for life, and can actually die from heart break if their partner dies, interesting”

“yeah, swans are usually a symbol of love and marriage”

“how sweet, such romantic birds”

spencer took your hand

“i’m gonna love you forever, just like these swans”

he kissed your forehead

“forever and ever spence?”

he got down on one knee

“forever and ever”

you wanted to wait until the perfect moment to tell the team, refraining from wearing your ring until you two could figure it out, but by an unfortunate accident, they secret was out

“hey y/n, i didn’t get a chance to save your number earlier, would you mind?”

an officer at the local precinct was asking you, as to have a more direct way of contact

the entire team was sitting around a table as you typed your number into the officers phone

“oh and y/n i’m sorry how do you spell your last name”

“r-e-i-d, reid”

you froze

in most of your circles you already started going by spencer’s last name, this detail slipped your mind

derek was the first to say something

“WHAT”

then emily

“YOU TWO?”

you and spencer looked at each other

“okay, we’re in engaged”

the entire team started hugging and cheering, the rest of the precinct joining in

“so when were you planning to tell us?” hotch asked with a raised eyebrow

you laughed

“would you believe me if i said that contact name incident was planned?”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fluffy #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #cm #mgg #gubler #matthew gray #matthew gray gubler #mgg fluff #mgg fic #spencer reid fic

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