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greenflamedwriter · 3 years

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Shance Prompt

To all the Fanfics I’ll never write. But I don’t want to lose them so here they are.

Filler Episode [#0002]

Ship: Shance- Shiro/Lance

Voltron Au: Return to Earth and Shiro gets back with Adam and Lance is heartbroken of Kuro. Plot oriented.

They land on earth and everything is fine, until Lance see’s Shiro and Adam reunite and feels utterly destroyed. Then to top it off they have a row with the instructors and James is high and mighty and says that they should be in charge of Voltron since they are better candidates.

So Shiro agrees and says if they’re team can pilot the lions then build up to their standards and do better than Pidge, Hunk Keith and Lance and are prepared for the Galra then sure.

All of the team gets denied, except for the Red Lion- it lets James pilot it and Lance now realises how much of a spare part he’s been.

That he would amount to nothing but a cargo pilot.

James is cocky as hell sure- but Lance doesn’t seem too upset like last time- he knew he piloted red because Keith stepped down that he was a fighter pilot because Keith left.

Lance was only here because Keith had to step down, just because of Lance’s ego? No he was so over that.

So Lance turns to James shakes his hand (stopping the arguments as Pidge was yelling at James and was defensive)

Lance tells him, congratulations, he’s sure the team will teach him the ropes and that they should hurry to perfect their team dynamic. He turns to Iverson and says he has background experience on the Galra and has loads of intel to teach the cadets. They need to be ready for war as the Galra will not hold back- so Iverson agrees for Lance to be their informat to teach the class everything he knows.

Well- Iverson doesn’t Agree persay, but tells Lance he expects a module of what he will teach the kids that have to approved by the lectueres, Lance agrees and admits to giving a tour of the Altean Castle and giving his presentation inside.

Shiro is pissed off and ready to fight for Lance to stay but Lance intervenes “Shiro this works out, we need a pilot from the Garrison to be here. By Military standards a former pilot and a few dropouts have no weight or loyalty, they want to make sure Voltron is on their side first.”

“Of course we are! We want to protect earth-”

“But not become dictators like Zarkon- think of this as the accords from Civil war, look it’ll work out once they see what you can do-” And the fact that the country will assume Voltron was some terroist weapon so YEAH they needed to show they had control of Voltron.

“What we can do- Lance you’re a part of this team too!” Lance smiled though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I know, which is why it’s better to be on the side lines, the Garrison know nothing about the Galra, Altean teach and the things they need to make them stronger, like Bulmarian crystals or Weblums that eat planets, they need to be prepared and they won’t understand a word Coran is saying and Allura is stuck with Voltron since she’s a new member. She and James can learn more together- this works out! I can help speed things along!”

“What about Shiro he can do all that stuff!”

Pidge yelled and Lance shook his head even though Shiro nodded along with her.

“No- Shiro is the senior officer and would be working with Iverson and the other instructors and even Head of state- he’ll have his hands full trying to make sure the freakin army won’t use us as some sort of terrorist threat we can’t afford infighting with other continents when ACTUAL aliens might come out of nowhere and kill us- two pair of hands are better, guys...trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Are you really okay with this?”

Lance blinked surprised at the pure venom coming from Keith, Keith glaring right at him and his mouth slipped shut “I- of course, no use beating around the bush, I wasn’t meant to be a fighter pilot. I should accept my loses while I can.”

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Iverson and other lectures start chewing Lance out and he snaps.

“To be perfectly candid, Sir. I’ve been to space and seen everything and have more experience with the Galra, the Alteans craft the materials needed such as Balmera and Weblum- Coran and I can teach you all there needs to know about what we are facing, I can give you my intel and what you do with it is up to you and your superiors.”

Iverson grit his teeth “Fine, Cadet. I will let the instructors know about the extra curriculum-”

“Oh these involves them too actually, how about I give you a tour of the Altean Castle- as science officors have to be in depth to replicate Altean technology since they’re much more advance and we need the extra fire power we can get- it would be easier since I can tell them whats what-”

“Fine, Mclain, do whatever you need. Sort out a trial Seminar and we’ll see if it’s appropriate for the cadets.”

Lance does everything, he helps out and ends up taking over, without warning he’s advanced from Cadet to Intruscter to [whatever the ranking system in the military is Idc] and ends up outranking Keith which is funny, he also gets better with the simulations and becomes a really good teacher, he and Iverson suddenly start getting along it’s scary- Lance avoids Shiro/Adam like the plague and just keeps busy.

Meanwhile James is not working well with the team and ends up crashing Voltron, the team have a comparison of when Lance left and knew the difference and were worried James was going to be a problem.

Lance stays behind and becomes a teacher for the Garrison cadets and teachers them about the Weblum, Balmera and goes into detail. Students find out he died, and shit he shows his badass scar-

and then the super dream team!

Romelle! Lance! Matt! Sam! and Shiro all work together to speed up the process to make Earth defendable, they work on the barrier and Lance only manages to get the remaining materials they can get while Shiro and Adam are working on the blueprints for the Atlas.

“Lance?”

Lance turns surprised to see Shiro looking flushed “I...We were thinking of a crew for the Altas.”

“Yeah…?”

Shiro held his gaze “I want you to be on my team, with Coran and the others.”

Lance almost dropped his data pad. “I - what?”

“Lance, you’re good- you would’ve been chosen by Voltron if-”

“But I wasn’t, it’s because I was there, when given the choice Red went to James, I’m just a spare…” Lance goes to walk away, Shiro grabbed his arm. “Are you saying I’m a spare? That I’m wasting my time on Atlas and should let someone like Iverson be in charge of it?”

“What? No! That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Lance maybe you outgrew Voltron, maybe both of us can be more than that, why can’t you see it when I say you’re a good pilot and a great sharpshooter-”

Lance eyes stung but Shiro was on a roll “I would be honoured to have you on my team, if you say no I hope it’ for the right reasons and not because you don’t think you’re good enough.” Shiro squeezed his shoulder “You are good Lance, I couldn’t ask for a finer pilot.”

Shiro left knowing that’s all he had to say, and Lance scrubbed at his face and hurried away, he had reports to deliver.

Lance gets along with Kinkade and James old team, James himself fumes that Lance was able to be flexiable to get along with both teas of Voltron and Mfe’s. Lance is also able to pilot the are fighter and breaks records. Lance is finally more comfortable in his own skin and ends up going to the shooting range with Kinkade, being so flexable makes James irritated.

Lance talks to James and is able to break through to him that being the best isn’t what matters in the grand scheme of things. So Lance talks about James trying to bond with Pidge and the others and that bonding with his fellow cadets is good for the team.

Lance ends up flying red to show James how it’s done.

Lance felt relaxed being back and could feel the content purr and smiled once he landed he walked out seeing James fuming face.

“I would kindly suggest you give me my lion back.” Lance smirked “She’s all yours.”

James took a step forward and yelped when the barrier swooshed down and he slammed into it, he fell back clutching his nose “What!?”

Lance smirked “I don’t think she’s ready to give me up as her pilot.”

Turns to see Shiro, Keith, Pidge and Hunk and Allura watching fondly.

Lance flushed “You guys were right and the lion- she was teaching me a lesson, I wanted to feel like I earned a spot at being her pilot. I wanted to work for it- but I didn’t, the Red Lion accepted me as I was it was me that felt inadequate.”

“I guess you don’t need to be on the Atlas afterall, you’re still needed here I see.” Lance smirked “Hard to be in two places at Once...but it was thanks to you Shiro.”

Shiro flushed and ducked his head.

“Well if you change your mind, the offer still stands.”

Feel free to adopt this fic if you want I guess...

#Shance #Shiro #Lance #Fanfic #What I needed when Voltron ended #Ugh if anyone wants to use this #Voltron #Voltron Legendary defender

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split-n-splice · 4 years

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Some Drakgo silliness set during the episode "Partners." 1700k

[ FFn | Ao3 ]

Practice Makes Perfect

Drakken had just been zapped with enough voltage to make the lights flicker. The electricity must have played tricks on his brain with how fast he announced his newest plan. One critical look from Shego told him what she thought of it.

“You don’t think I can be charming?”

“I didn’t say a word,” she dismissed.

“You’ll see, Shego. The Doctor is making a house call.” He watched her whole body cringe at his playful purr for emphasis.

“Ugh, can you not do that?” she snipped over her shoulder, lip raised in disgust.

“Not do what? Get electrocuted?” He snorted and turned back to the genomic sequencer. “I’d love to.”

“You’re not going to charm anyone with that, Dr. D,” Shego went on criticizing. “It’s so – so—” A peek back at her, and he could see she was grasping for words. It appeared she let it go with a sigh and a slouch back in her seat.

“It’s not like I have a lot of practice,” he grumbled bitterly to himself, cheeks flushing behind a layer of ash. “I’ve been busy with more important things than honing the craft.”

“Well, get practice.”

“Oh, and how do you propose I do that?” Drakken shot back, turning to her with a fist on his hip. He almost wavered when she stood as he spoke. “And since when are you such the expert? I don’t have time to catch a single’s cruise—”

Instead of stalking out of the lab to escape his griping, Shego paced right up in front of him and stood with her arms crossed.

He faltered. “W-what?”

She studied him. “For starters, you’re not exactly addressing me like a gentleman would a lady.”

Being accused of ungentlemanly behavior struck a chord, plucking at some forgotten lesson he’d learned as a boy. Drakken blinked and straightened his spine as if scolded to quit slouching. He cleared his throat to clear it of some of the harshness there and ventured, “How’s this?”

Her frown lessened. “It’s a start,” she decided.

When Shego unfolded her arms and stepped away, Drakken’s hand snapped out to snatch her by the wrist. “Now, wait a second, Shego,” he ordered. “I pay you to assist me, don’t I? I may need a woman’s touch—,” his eyes popped wide and he corrected himself, blurting, “—opinion! If I’m going to pull this off.”

Shego arched an eyebrow at him and shook him off as she took a step back. Drakken swore he was sweating bullets as she sized him up, and held onto his breath of relief when she shrugged and said, “Alright, Casanova. Show me what we’re workin’ with.” She cracked a smile of twisted amusement. “Charm me.” Was she mocking or was she serious?

Either way, Drakken blanched. What was he thinking, asking her for help? He took a nervous step away, wiping his sweaty face off on his sleeve but unknowingly smearing soot around instead. Failing to self-soothe, he smoothed his crispy hair back again and swallowed the cotton in his mouth before shooting a pair of finger guns at Shego and forcing a lopsided smile. “Come here often?” he asked, voice strained and throat tight. He cringed on his own behalf but didn’t give her the satisfaction of berating himself yet.

Shego groaned and covered her eyes. She took a moment, lips pressed into a tight line as she breathed deep through her nose to steel herself. Finally she sighed, “Oy, you are hopeless.” She may have called him hopeless, but she didn’t walk away from him in his time of need – even if it looked like she wanted to. He supposed the opportunity poke fun at an especially tender spot was worth her own suffering. “Try starting with a hi,” she advised.

Fists balled and huffing in exasperation, Drakken barely suppressed the urge to stomp away to find something to distract himself from his subpar performance as a charmer. He cleared his throat, gulped again, and took a long stride toward her, one hand behind his back and another outstretched as he gave a courteous bow. “Hello,” he enunciated as clearly and kindly as he could stomach, and waited with his mouth hanging open for anything else to follow. Nothing did. A nervous smile meddled with his act and he stood straight again, snickering as he admitted, “I don’t know what to say after that.”

To his surprise, Shego was hiding her own snicker behind her hand. “Oh, Doctor,” she said, so sweet and lofty he was sure his ears deceived him. He almost jerked away when she reached out to walk her fingers up his shoulder to find a comfortable place to grab on, pinky out as far as it would go. “Your thick luxurious eyebrow has me bewitched. You should wiggle it again.” She was really playing it up with the bat of her lashes – which didn’t help with the nervous stuttering of his heart.

Reflexively, he quirked his brow at the suggestion, and jerked his head out of reach when she mockingly traced a thumb over it.

“No, really,” she whispered, barely suppressing a laugh. “You should wiggle it. It’s freaking hilarious.”

Why he obliged to fuel her mockery was anyone’s guess. Shego burst out with a very unladylike laugh, striking her head into his chest once before shoving away and smothering her grin. “Cut!” she announced to the lab, signaling a T to no one with her hands for a time out. “Cut, cut, cut. Let’s start from the top.” A deep breath and she regained her composure.

Drakken stood baffled. If Shego was in the mood for a good joke, and being the funny guy was what worked to charm her – he grimaced at the idea of being made the joke. But earning the honor of getting a smile and a snort was too good an opportunity to pass.

“Of course, my dear,” he said, heaping on the flattery and charm as heavily as he could. “Where were we?”

Shego scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes. “You were about to sweep me off my feet with one of your famous ladykiller moves.”

“Right,” muttered Drakken, stroking his chin as one such avenue came to mind. Taking a page from his cousin’s book with his own twist, he closed the distance between them and took his sidekick by the hand before she could dodge his grasp. Out of the blue, he saw fit to ask, “You like salsa?”

Confusion crossed her face. “On tacos,” she blurted, but before she could ask how salsa was relevant to the mock practice, he raised her hand above her, twirling her into his arms. Thankfully Shego recognized what was happening – and Drakken was beyond relieved she played along nicely and kept her glow out of it – as he rolled her out like a whip before pulling her back with another dizzying twirl. He barely caught her small smirk at the childish familiarity.

The moment he swooped over to dip her, she latched onto him like a cat out of reflex to stop herself from falling, yelping a quick panicked, “Yo, watch it!”

“Oh, I’m only doing what you told me to,” crooned Dr. Drakken as smoothly as he could. It helped he was a little smug about it. “I swept you off your feet, didn’t I?”

The realization in her eyes gave way to amusement as she snickered, still held below him. She raised a hand to her forehead, humoring him, “You’ve done it, Doc. I’ve been swooned.”

He lost his composure. Seeing Shego letting some short-lived past in the high school drama club show through was too much for him. It didn’t help when she snorted and gave a wholehearted laugh and became a deadweight in his arms, mistakenly letting go of him completely. Her collapse and contagious laughing fit brought him down in short time, crashing to his knees and landing awkwardly over her before he rolled away and curled up to hold his stomach as he guffawed and wheezed for air.

Swooning Shego. That was laughable. And him? Pulling off charming a woman? He couldn’t even charm women for the sake of human nature, much less when something bigger like world domination depended on it.

His chest ached, and not so much because of the laughter.

He was hopeless.

Shego reigned it in first, catching her breath as she sat up behind him. “Alright, alright,” she said, still stifling her laughter and patting his shoulder. “Let’s just hurry up and get this over with, Prince Charming.”

Drakken sucked in another shuddering wheeze and pawed away tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “I’ll just have to take my chances,” he decided as he picked himself up. “And hope I get lucky.”

“It’d take a lot of that for you to get lucky,” scoffed Shego, reaching out to smooth back a frayed end of his hair, still frizzled from the electric shock. The crude amusement in her eye almost eased the undue ache in his chest. She showed him the soot on the fingertips of her green glove and added, “You’ve got some cleaning up to do first, ladykiller, and I don’t mean your act.”

Drakken grunted in agreement, hopeful there was enough ash left to hide his flushed cheeks.

As he lead the way out of the lab, barely one step ahead of her, he gave a pensive hum and cast a curious glance back at Shego, the unpredictable woman still smirking down at the floor as the humor faded. “You should come to salsa class with me,” he said before he could actually think it through. “I think we’d have a lot of fun. A couple of the henchmen attend too, and—”

Cutting him off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes, Shego shut him down. “Hey, I’m cool with dancing, but I’m not getting roped into another one of your lame hobbies with you, Dr. D.”

He grunted again. “You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said with a lilt and flap of his hand as he took a big step ahead. For now, he let it go.

After all, he had to get his head in the game if he wanted to prove once and for all he had game.

#Drakgo #Drakken #Shego #Kim Possible #Fanfic #oneshot

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justjessame · 4 years

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A Reluctant Hero Chapter 12

JD left after accepting the job that came in as soon as he turned his phone back on, but not before yanking me to him and kissing me thoroughly. A tiny nip to my bottom lip, the dark hungry look still in his eyes, promising me he’d see me soon, he was gone. I shook my head and swallowed down the rush of lust that he’d created with a single fucking kiss, and tried to decide if food or work would be my first course of action.

Kelsey found me in the kitchen, having seen her dad leaving she decided to come see if I was still capable of speech, or movement, I thought as I caught her smirking. “What?” I asked, pulling out the ingredients for French toast. “Hungry?”

“Looks like Dad had you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she offered, her smirk growing into a full blown smile. “Seriously, you have a little-” she gestured to her own neck and I felt my eyes widen. He hadn’t.

I turned my head and tossed my hair back as I studied my neck in the reflection of the microwave glass door, and sure enough, a bite mark. Shit. I groaned and then glared when she laughed. “Not funny, Kelsey.” I pulled my hair back down, but then sighed as I looked at the ingredients in front of me. Hair hanging meant a greater chance of eating said hair by accident, fuck. I sighed and pulled it back and twisted it into a knot as I pulled open the junk drawer and grabbed a hair tie. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that he-” I was muttering, trying to flip through ALL the times we came together and remember the feeling of him BITING me, but nothing came. Nothing other than the flush caused by how good every time he touched me felt. Or the images of his body, naked and glistening with sweat as it hovered over mine. Fuck.

“You just went red, pale, and then let out a gasp,” she offered from the stool she was studying me from. “You want me to leave you alone to take care of whatever caused all that?”

I shot her another look and picked up the first egg. Cracking it with more force than necessary, I ignored her. Eggs, cinnamon, a hint of cream, vanilla, then thick slices of bread before adding each to the lightly buttered pan. “Grab the powdered sugar, syrup, and I think there’s some whipped cream in the fridge-”

“You didn’t use that with-” I groaned out loud at the very idea that my best friend kept mentioning the sex she was insinuating I’d had with her own father. “Joking, Ani, God get a grip.”

“Let’s never, ever, ever discuss YOUR dad and me-”

“Screwing like rabbits?” She offered, which earned her another sharp look. “Fine, but I’m your closest friend, so if not me, then who?”

JD called a few hours after Kelsey had tortured me to her heart’s content. He was elbows deep in a case, but he wanted to hear my voice. After reminding me of all the ways he liked to hear my voice, he sighed and said he had to go. My answering sigh was met with a low chuckle and he promised me that he was just as eager to see and hear me in person as soon as possible.

I had gone back to my desk, listening to the voicemails from the calls I’d missed while we were ‘occupied’, I rolled my eyes at Roger’s insistence that he wanted to speak to me again. Hearing my dad sound irritated that Pandi was down, and that I’d closed the loopholes for him to backdoor his way into the AI’s system. I knew I’d have to call him back, but work called to me.

Getting lost in the story I’d been working on, I ignored the reminder that Roger had shown up at my house AGAIN while JD and I were locked in our own bubble. I took heart in knowing that he hadn’t been able to breach my security, but it was annoying regardless. Pandi broke through as I fell into a world of my own creation, telling me that once again, Roger was on my doorstep.

Asking for the intercom, I kept typing as I spoke. “If you don’t remove your lying, cheating ass from my property, Roger, I will be forced to electrify the door, the porch, and the fucking pathway. While seeing you flail around as current flows through your sorry ass would amuse me, I hear the paperwork for such shit is enormous and a pain in the ass to fill out, so kindly fuck off.”

“Ani, come on, you know that you can’t throw away what we had.” He was pleading, while trying to make it sound seductive and alluring. I snorted. “Do you really think that JD Richter, hero at large, is gonna be happy with you after screwing a hybrid astronaut?” Nice, first try to remind me of how ‘good’ we had it, then insult me. “I mean, have you SEEN Molly Woods?” Even better, show that you’d fuck her, you more moron.

“Roger, what we had was at best temporary insanity for me, at worst it showed how fucking desperate I was for sex with something not battery powered.” Take that, you tasteless prick. “As for JD and his past? I have seen Molly Woods, and he and I have talked about her.” Again, what did he think, I just randomly hump hot men? “He seemed pretty fucking happy after we spent almost 24 hours locked in MY house, which again, I want you to walk away from. This is your last warning, Roger. Leave now, never darken my fucking door again, or ZAP.” I hadn’t stopped writing, multitasking wasn’t only something JD excelled in.

“Fine, but don’t call me when your little rebound implodes.” I truly snorted so hard I had to stop typing. Shit, honestly? “I mean it, I’m moving on-”

“With the coed?” I offered, through giggles that the snort had turned into. “Great, let me know where you register. I won’t buy you a wedding gift, but fuck if I won’t laugh at the teething toys she picks out for playtime.” With that parting shot, I told Pandi to turn off the intercom, but watched the camera to make sure he flounced off, and hoped that he’d go asshole over head again so I could keep the good times rolling. Sadly he didn’t fall down, he shot the camera a glare and then walked calmly to his car. I sighed and wondered if he would stay fucking gone this time.

I answered my dad’s call as I was making breakfast the next morning. I could hear his frustration in just the ringing of the phone, but the heaviness of it in his tone caused another eye roll.

“Dad,” I cut him off before he could gain steam at how irresponsible it was to ignore the world, meaning him clearly, for whatever idiotic reason I could have had. “I wanted, no I needed, time alone.” With JD, and his naked body, and fuck, where was I? “I don’t know what the big deal is, we used to ‘unplug’ every weekend when we went camping.”

“Yes, but then I had you in my sight and I could keep you-” I heard him huff an exaggerated sigh. “Anilea, you have to understand that you’re my little girl. No matter how old you get, no matter how independent you are, you’re still my daughter.”

“I understand that,” I sat down with my full breakfast and put him on speakerphone. “But you have to get that I AM an adult, Dad. Putting surveillance software on my AI, or GPS trackers on my car, or any of the other ‘protective’ measures you want to take is stifling. Trust that you raised me to be careful, please?”

“Roger-” he started, and I groaned. “You have to admit, Ani, he’s not the first in a long line of assholes that took advantage of you. He lived in your house, ate food you bought and prepared, paid no bills, and I’d bet money that you even bought him things he mentioned he liked.” So? I like to give people gifts, and what better gifts than things I knew they wanted? “I’m not saying you shouldn’t be generous. Kelsey is a case in point, she’s good people.” He’d met Kelsey during one of his visits to the house and took to her immediately. “But men? You have a bad track record. Think of Jason-”

“I’d rather never think of Jason, Dad.” The fling, if you could call it that, that had made me blush when JD asked for more information about my past indiscretions. “Besides, that didn’t go that-”

“He had my name forged on the marriage license, Ani.” I shut my eyes at the memory of Jason Sallinger. A lab tech that worked under my dad, but was nearer his age than mine. Attractive, and predatory, I hadn’t known at sixteen men like him existed. At least not in my world. “If I hadn’t realized what was happening, I can’t even think of what would have happened.” We’d learned, as the police investigated Jason, that I wasn’t his first attempt at the con. And at least one of his past paramours was missing and had never been heard of after they eloped.

“You know that I’m more careful, Dad.” Now, I thought, I didn’t let anyone really know how deep my pockets were. How fast the wealth was that I’d earned through my own creativity, and through my inheritance from Mom. “Roger has no idea how much I’m worth.”

Dad sighed again. “Your house alone paints a picture, Ani. Your two vehicles, the trips you take that aren’t promotion related. And the books? For fuck’s sake, sweetie, you’re on every talk show every time another one is released. He knew enough. It’s why he can’t let go, or at least-”

“He showed up while the system was locked down.” Dad’s end went completely silent. “And he showed up a few hours after it went back up. I told him I planned on shocking him, literally, if he shows up again.”

“Ani, let me send the man I use to-” He took a deep breath and I could almost see him preparing to admit something he knew I’d find irritating. “Help keep you safe. He can check to be sure that Roger doesn’t have his own shit in place to watch you.”

I didn’t consider that Roger would do anything like that, but in a flash I realized that he might. Maybe not before I caught him, but now? Now he seemed desperate to keep me. I reluctantly agreed to his offer. Adding that I’d want this man to remove anything he found, which Dad said was the entire point, of course.

He promised to come with the man, hopefully later in the day, and I told him I’d make us an early dinner.

“Get the Scrabble board out,” he demanded, and I smiled. “It’s been too long since I trounced you at wordplay.”

“Good luck, old man,” I challenged, and hung up grinning from the return to normalcy.

Dad was true to his word, and with Kelsey beside me, we watched the two men, the stranger holding a device of some sort in his hand go inch by inch around the exterior of my house. Then, even though I protested that there wasn’t any way that Roger had planted anything in my house, they did a repeat performance to the interior. I was shocked when they found a few tiny gadgets inside to add to the small group they’d uncovered outside.

“This,” Dad told me as he held up one of them, “is MY GPS tracker from your car.” Nodding to show my understanding, he went on. “It’s going back on, Ani, because there were two others in the same car.” Wait, TWO? “One is no doubt Rogers, but the other one? Either he’s idiotic enough to double up, or someone else put it there.”

“I’d think it was him,” the other man offered. “There were two of everything we found. Close enough to make me think that he was using two simply to make sure he had a backup in case one failed.” He shook his head at the stupidity. “He’s not a rocket scientist, is he?”

“He teaches poetry,” Kelsey offered, bringing Dad and his friend lemonade. “So, no, not a rocket scientist, and he also has the most pedantic ideas about Longfellow.” I shook my own head at her irritation with Roger’s opinions on poetry.

The other devices were for sound, which means that he had probably heard JD and I from the first visit he made to my house and most definitely the sounds of our lovemaking. Good, I thought, suck on that. I invited the security man, whose name he reminded me was Kelvin to dinner, but he declined.

“My wife made reservations for tonight.” I smiled and walked him to the door. “I put your dad’s tracker back on your car. Both of them are being tracked, and I’d advise you to keep them on. This ex of yours, he doesn’t sound all that stable, but even if he is it’s safer.” I agreed and thanked him for his time. “Don’t mention it. Just stay safe.”

“I’ll try,” I started to shut the door, but he stopped me.

“JD is a good guy,” my eyes widened and he grinned at me. “Your dad filled me in. I know him, and he’s a good one. If you’re with him, you’re safe.” Then he said goodbye and I finally closed the door.

Dad had invited Kelsey to dinner, like she needed an invite, and the three of us ate and then gathered around the Scrabble board I’d set up on the opposite end of the dining room table. I was laughing as the two of them argued about the validity of a word when Pandi informed us that we had a guest. Dad looked at me with shrewdness as I told it to let him in, and then as I sat at a table with my dad and Kelsey, JD walked in to meet my father for the first time.

#JD Richter x OFC #mention of smut #Extant #After the Series

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Sweet Pea//As Pretty as a Picture

“What you drawing today Pea?” Toni asked as she peered over his shoulder.

“Nothing interesting.” He replied and moved to cover the picture. Fangs and Toni exchanged a look and then nodded to each other.

“Peaaa.” Toni sang and he looked at her annoyed.

“What?” He asked. While he was distracted Fangs grabbed the sketchbook that was on the lunch table.

“Hey!” Sweet Pea tried to grab it back but Fangs ran away and stopped behind Toni before he had the chance to take it back off him. “What the fuck dude?”

“You always show us what you’re drawing, so we want to know why you wanted to hide this one.” Fangs started to explain. “And now.” He continued and glanced down at the drawing. “ I think we know why.” He smirked and Sweet Pea rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the girl?” Toni asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. They sat on either side of Sweet Pea so he was couldn’t escape. “Well?” She nudged him and Sweet Pea looked at the table, avoiding his friends stares.

“Nobody.” He mumbled and they rolled their eyes.

“She’s beautiful.” Fangs commented and Sweet Pea blushed making them look at him surprised. He was smitten and all three of them knew it.

“I know. Thats why I’m drawing her.” Sweet Pea replied, getting his confidence back and snatching the sketchbook back from Fangs earning a pout from him.

“You’re sat right next to us so we can still see it.” Toni said, a smirk appearing on her lips.

“Not anymore.” Sweet Pea smiled and stood up quickly, taking the sketchbook with him. He walked out of the lunch hall quickly leaving Toni and Fangs together. Toni sighed and looked at the table.

“What’s up Topaz?” Fangs asked and started to eat.

“I really want to know who the girl is because she seems to make him really happy and I want to meet her to see what she’s like.”

“And?” He stopped eating.

“And he won’t tell us who she is.” She said like Fangs had just asked the stupidest question. “How are we going to find her if we don’t who she is?”

“Well, its your lucky day Topaz because while you and Sweet Pea were chatting about her I took a picture of the drawing for future reference. All you need to do is go around the school to see if you can find her.” He explained and Toni smiled brightly at him.

“Fangs! You’re a genius!” She beamed

“I do try.” He replied and started to eat again.

“Lets go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“This school is very big and we don’t have a lot of time left for lunch.”

“Now?” He whined.

“Yes. Get up.” She pulled Fangs up and started to drag him through the lunch hall. “

“Couldn’t this have waited until after I had finished eating?” He sighed, looking sadly back at the table they were sat at.

“No. Do you want to find the girl that makes Sweet Pea smile brighter than we ever seen just by talking about her for a few seconds?”

“Yes.” He grumbled.

“Good. Now shut up and send me that picture so we can split up. I’ll meet you later so we can regroup. If we don’t ask everyone today we can do the rest tomorrow and if nobody here knows her we can ask around the rest of the Northside, and even the Southside.” She ordered and Fangs mock saluted before he slowly walked away.

“Fangs, its no use, its been a week. We’ve talked to everyone in Riverdale High, everyone that lives on the Southside, everyone on the Northside, I even asked a few people from Greendale if they knew her but nothing. And before you say anything, yes I asked Cheryl and not even she knows her. I think we should just give up.” Toni sighed and lay her head on the table at Pops.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He sighed and put his phone down beside Toni’s head.

“Hi, what can I get you?” A sweet voice asked them kindly.

“The usual.” Toni mumbled defeated.

“Sorry about her. What she means is she’ll have a burger, fries and strawberry milkshake, and I’ll have the same please.” Fangs ordered for them both, his eyes not leaving the drawing on his phone.

“No problem. I’ll go get your drinks.” You replied sweetly and Fangs looked at you just as she had turned around.

“Holy shit!” He whisper shouted.

“What?” Toni asked, lifting her head off the table slightly.

“Its her. I’ve found her!” He continued excited.

“What?” She asked now looking at Fangs properly.

“Look at the waitress when she comes back.” He told her. A few minutes went by and once you had arrived Toni and Fangs were both staring at you. You placed the milkshakes down in front of them and smiled.

“You’re food should be out shortly. If there is anything else you want just give me a shout.”

“Can you stay there for a minute please?” Toni asked in disbelief.

“Sure?” You replied warily. Fangs held his phone up in front of you and their eyes darted between the picture and then you.

“Holy fuck! We found you.” Toni cheered.

“Found me?” You asked confused.

“Well, our friend Sweet Pea drew you and we didn-”

“You know Pea?!” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah?” Toni replied and Fangs mouthed ‘Pea’ to her before she kicked him under the table.

“Wait, you must be Toni and Fangs. I know so much about you both!” You smiled at them. “He comes in here all the time. I usually work night shift and he comes in here to draw when he can’t sleep. A couple of weeks ago it was really slow and he was the only one in, I went over to see if he needed anything and I saw that he was drawing me so I sat down opposite him and we chatted while he drew.” You rambled happily and Toni and Fangs smiled at you. “Ever since then he has come in practically every night when I’ve been working to keep me company and to draw. He’s told me so much about you two, it’s so nice to meet you both in real life!”

It’s nice to meet the girl in the drawing. We’ve been looking for you for so long.” Toni smiled at you.

“Should I be flattered or creeped out?” You asked teasingly.

“Flattered. We don’t think we’ve seen Sweet Pea happier when he’s drawing you or talking about you and thats all he’s done all week, but he wouldn’t tell us who you were.” Fangs explained and you laughed.

“Well, I’m Y/n.” You extended your arm and Fangs shook your hand, followed quickly by Toni.

“It was nice meeting you. I hope we see more of you.” Toni complimented and you nodded.

“You too. Both of you.” You smiled and then turned around to go serve some other customers that had come in. You had just given Toni and Fangs their food when a familiar face came in making you smile at him.

“Are my friends bothering you?” He asked as he made his way towards the three of you.

“No. We’re talking you up to her.” Fangs rolled his eyes at him. “So like I was saying, all of his ex lovers say he is magnificent in bed. A real pleaser.” He joked and Sweet Pea choked on the drink that he stole from Toni.

“I am so sorry about them.” He apologized quickly, his face going bright red while Toni and Fangs laughed at him. “This is why I didn’t tell you who she was.” He glared at them and they smiled sarcastically at him making you laugh. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked.

“Yeah sure.” You agreed and he placed a hand behind your back, guiding you away from his meddling friends, giving them one final glare before stopping when he was a reasonable distance away from them.

“Again, I’m really sorry about them.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I told you, its fine. They’re funny.” You replied in a soft voice. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I was wondering if you, erm. If you maybe wanted to go on a date with me?” He asked quickly.

“Definitely. I mean. Yeah, okay, whatever.” You tried to say cooly but the bright smile on your face gave you away. “I’d love to.”

“Really?” He asked shocked.

“Of course. I’m free after my shift tonight.” You suggested and he nodded quickly.

“Yeah? We can go anywhere you want. I don’t expect to take you on a date to the place you work, right after your shift.”

“I think only here is open at 2 in the morning in Riverdale.” You reminded him.

“Oh yeah. Sorry. We can re-schedule.”

“I don’t mind where we are. As long as its with you.” You blushed and looked away from him.

“How about we sit in here, drink milkshakes and I can draw you while we talk.” He suggested.

“Deal. As long as I get to draw you too.” You replied and he nodded.

“Are you going to show me your amazing art skills?” He asked as he walked back to the table Toni and Fangs were at.

“Maybe. Maybe I’m a great artist, or maybe I can’t even draw a straight line with help. You’ll just have to wait and find out.” You teased and started to walk away from him once he sat down.

“I can’t wait!” He called after you as you cleaned some of the tables.

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine #jordan connor x reader #jordan connor x you

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feed-the-birdss · 5 years

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Kinda

I posted my first official story! It’s not “James Asked” because that is turning out to be much longer than expected, but I will finish it soon!

I hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Read it on Fanfiction.net: Kinda

Fourth Year

“Alright, that’s it for today. Your three rolls of parchment on the importance of stirring counter-clockwise four times before adding in the valerian is due on Monday, and I am hoping to see more effort than I did with your last essays” said Professor Slughorn as he gave a pointed look toward Sirius and James who both snickered in response.

As they cleaned up their desks in preparation to leave the class, Sirius turned next to him to ask James, “So do you still plan on asking Evans out today?”

“Shut it, would you?” croaked James with wide eyes as he quickly looked toward the front of the class to make sure the red-head couldn’t hear. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided how I am going to do it.”

“What do you mean? You just go up to the bird, put your arm around her, and tell her you’re taking her to Hogsmeade. It’s not even a question these days. The ladies like confidence,” assured Sirius as he winked over at Mary MacDonald who giggled in response.

James ran his hand through his hair before picking up his bag and following Sirius out the door, “Lily is not the kind of bird who likes being told what to do mate. I mean, remember what happened when Snape told her to not take Divination?”

“James, don’t be daft. There is a difference between a greasy git like Snape bullying her around, and a confident git like you telling her that she’s being taken to Hogsmeade. Besides here’s your chance right now,” cajoled Sirius as he shoved James in her direction when she quickly walked past them. “Oi! Evans! James here needs to talk to you!” yelled Sirius before turning in the opposite direction towards his Ancient Runes class.

Lily turned around with a suspicious look in her eye as James proceeded to send a dirty look in Sirius’ direction and then make his way over to her, “What’s up Potter?”

“Well Evans, not much I guess…you good?” He said with his hand ruffling the back of his head.

“Yep, all good.”

“Right.”

“So…is there something you needed or can I go?” she asked.

Sirius’ words about confidence echoed in his head. So James stood up a little straighter as he put his hand through his hair once more, and put on his signature smirk that always made the group of second year girls who fawned over him blush. “Actually, there is something I need from you Evans. You see, you’re kinda cute and all, so I figured that we should go to Hogsmeade this weekend together.”

A copper eyebrow raised in response.

“I am going to take that silence as a yes. So I’ll meet you at around ten in the common room,” he proclaimed as he began to walk backwards to catch up with Sirius.

Lily’s brain seemed to have caught up with what he was saying, and quickly replied with “What the Hell Potter!? You can’t just…I mean…that wasn’t even…UGH. No James, I will not be meeting you in the common room at ten, NOR will you be seeing me at Hogsmeade,” she cursed, then swiftly turned on the spot, her red-hair billowing behind her looking like a plume of fire as she briskly walked down the corridor.

James just watched her go with his mouth hanging open.

Lily’s mouth, on the hand, was tightly pressed together in a thin line that would make McGonagall proud. Kinda?!, she thought, that prick thinks I’m “kinda cute”!? What does that even mean!?

Fifth Year

Sirius, James, Remus, Mary, Marlene and Peter were all sitting in the common room pretending to pay attention to a game of Exploding Snap Sirius and Peter were not really playing. Each of their eyes kept shifting towards the portrait, waiting for the red-head to come back inside.

“Maybe I should go check on her,” said James for what felt like the one hundredth time in the last five minutes.

“No James! How many bloody times do we have to tell you that YOU are absolutely the LAST person she wants to see right now…or ever really for that matter,” said Marlene.

“Well that seems to have changed,” Sirius muttered, earning a scowl from Mary, Remus and Marlene.

“Don’t be a prick Sirius. He was her best friend. She is only just coming to terms with the fact that he won’t be any longer, and you saying things like that won’t help with anything,” said Mary.

“Right, sorry,” he apologized as he and Peter continued to play the game absentmindedly.

While the others engaged in shallow conversation about their OWLs, James couldn’t even try to participate. His eyes were glued to the portrait.

When the portrait finally opened a few minutes later, and the red-haired girl slowly walked into the common room, James’ heart couldn’t help but break as he noticed the tears falling from her very red eyes. As soon as those red eyes came into contact with the group by the fire, she slowly made her way over to them.

Mary and Marlene jumped up as soon as the door opened and met her half way to engulf her in their arms, one of them on each side of her. Sirius, Remus, Peter, and James all watched with frowns.

“Are you gonna be okay love?” asked Mary sweetly.

Lily gave her a watery smile as she nodded weakly. “Yeah, it was a long time coming anyway. I just wish it hadn’t ended so disastrously…or publicly,” sniffed Lily.

“Right, sorry about that Evans. I guess that’s kinda my fault, eh?” said James as he lifted his hand towards his hair, but stopped midway when he remembered Lily’s words at the Lake, and awkwardly put his hand back down.

“Really Potter! Is that the apology I am going to get from you? Only admitting to it being ‘kinda’ your fault? Honestly, you seriously need to learn to take responsibility for your actions,” spat Lily with a face as red as her hair. She then loosened herself from her best friends’ arms and marched her way up the stairs towards the girls dormitory.

“Way to go mate.”

“Shut up Sirius, it’s not like you weren’t involved either,” accused James.

“Yeah, but my apology would’ve been better than that,” said Sirius.

“Whatever,” was James’s retort as he too stalked off toward his dormitory with a red face.

Sixth Year

“All right Evans?”

“What do you want Potter? I’m busy!” snapped Lily.

“Merlin’s Beard Evans, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I only wanted to see if you’ve invited some of the other prefects from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to Remus’ surprise party tomorrow night.”

Lily sighed, “Right, that. Yeah. I’ve invited Bertram, Benjy, Dorcas, and Jane.”

“Excellent,” replied James as got a good look at her up close and examined the red-head’s messy hair, dark eyes and crumpled uniform. “Are you good?” puzzled James, as he had never seen her look this haggard before.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” inquired Lily.

“Well…you look kinda tired I guess.”

Lily’s eyebrows immediately scrunched together, “Ugh, Potter! You are honestly one of the most annoying prats on the planet. Why do you always say that awful, heinous, and annoying word!? Every time you say it I am so bloody tempted to just smack that stupid smirk right off your face!”

“Uhhhh…what word Evans?” cautioned James.

“Kinda! You’re always, ‘hey Evans, you’re looking kinda a cute today’ or ‘hey Evans, that joke was kinda funny’. Just—” she sighed exasperatedly, “you’re just kinda kinda kinda KINDA all the Agrippa-damned time, and I am so bloody tired of it James. Just mean something fully, or keep it to yourself and don’t say it all!” fumed Lily.

“So you’re saying that you wished I said that you look fully tired?”

“Yes!”

“Right, noted.”

“Good.” Approved Lily as she relaxed a bit more.

“So I’ll see you at the party, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss Remus’ party,” Lily said kindly.

“True, Remus is kinda the best,” smirked James with a glint in his eye.

Lily couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face after rolling her eyes in response, “you’re a prat Potter.” She then stalked off toward the library to finish the three essays she had due the next day.

“A full prat or kinda a prat?”

Without looking back, Lily responded with a gesture that would have given her a week’s worth of detention if McGonagall had seen it.

Seventh Year

“Mate, she likes you back! I swear to Merlin she does,” pleaded Sirius as he followed James to the Heads Office where he was meeting Lily for their rounds that night.

“Shove off Padfoot. If she liked me back, I would know it. I mean, I know her. Almost as well as Mary and Marlene.”

“Yeah, but you’re blind when it comes to this stuff Prongs! Remember when you thought that Benjy hated Emily, but it turned out that he actually fancied her?”

“This is not the same. I know Lily doesn’t hate me seeing as we’re good friends now, but because we’re good friends now, I also know that she doesn’t fancy me.”

“You’re being an idiot Prongs,” sighed Sirius as he went down one corridor to head back to the common room, and James headed down another toward the Heads Office.

James pondered what Sirius had said. It couldn’t be! It just didn’t make any sense to him. Sure Lily and him have been getting along great lately, but it’s because they have been forced to spend all this time together! She has no choice but to like his presence at this point or she would’ve been driven mad! And true, she has been getting a bit touchy-feely after he tells a joke, but the other day, Mary had grabbed onto him too, and there’s no way Mary likes him. Sure it had been because she was about to trip down the stairs, but it was still a touch!

I mean, Lily does touch him all the time though…Is it possible?

NO, James thought to himself. He can’t go down that path right now. He needs to focus on just making her fall in love with him the old fashioned way, slowly but surely. They’d only been actual friends for a few months, so he figured he still had time. He can’t get distracted by possibilities. The next time James Potter asks Lily Evans out, he needs to have no doubt whatsoever in his young, but brilliant, mind that she is going to yes—with enthusiasm, and then she would snog the living daylights out of him.

Well okay, the last part doesn’t have to happen, but it sure as Merlin would be a welcomed reaction.

As James approached the doors to the Heads Office, he could hear the bickering voices of Lily and Marlene. “Merlin’s Beard! Lily, you have to tell him!” burst Marlene.

“I know. I will. I am going to do it tonight I think,” she responded.

“You’re going to tell who what tonight?” asked James as he waltzed into the room.

Lily’s head turned so quickly he was worried she might have hurt herself for a second.

“Oh, um, I have to tell Benjy that I think I saw his toad the other day,” squeaked Lily.

“What? I thought Benjy had an owl?” puzzled James.

“He has a toad too Potter. Didn’t you know? Its name is Arnold,” assured Marlene.

“Oh…no I didn’t. Well, yeah, you better tell him then.”

“I will! Right after rounds,” replied Lily giving Marlene a grateful look as she left to go back to the common room.

“Good, well, we better get going then,” reasoned James motioning her out the door.

As they wandered through the corridors, occasionally checking broom closets and classrooms for any misbehaving students, they talked through their usual topics: their days, stories from their childhoods, Sirius’ ridiculous comments in class that morning, Remus’ deteriorating health etc. However, James noticed that Lily seemed a little off tonight.

“Lil, what’s up? You seem nervous?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I am,” said Lily quietly.

“Why?”

“Well, for starters, I lied earlier, in the Heads Office. Benjy does not have a toad named Arnold.”

“I bloody knew it! Benjy is way too cheesy to choose a name like Arnold. He would choose something dumb like Mr. Toad.”

“Oh my God, you’re totally right! He would choose a name like Mr. Toad,” laughed Lily.

“So why’d you lie Lils?”

“Right. Well, it’s because you’re the person I actually had something to tell tonight.”

“Oh?” inquired James.

“Yeah, cause you see Potter…well, um, I kinda fancy the pants off you.”

James eyes went wide behind the frames of his glasses, and he stopped walking mid-step.

“James?”

“Wait…what?”

“I fancy you James,” said Lily slowly stopping in front of him.

James’ silence continued for what felt like ages to Lily. She debated with herself as to whether or not she should say it again, but thought better of it. She could see the cogs turning in his beautiful messy-haired head. So she just watched him patiently as he processed the best news he had ever heard in his life.

After a minute or two, James finally responded, “Evans.”

“Yes Potter?”

“I need to clarify something here.”

“Okay…”

“Do you fancy me? Or do you kinda fancy me?” James asked with smirk as he put his hands around her waist.

“Don’t be an idiot Potter,” she replied, and then, to James’ utter astonishment, she weaved her hands through his hair, bringing her face close to his, and proceeded to snog the living daylights out of him.

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cloudynames · 5 years

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Pillow Talk

gamers!! we’re back!! living our best lives!! i hope everyone is having a fantastic day or night~ this piece was actually one of my more difficult pieces to write and i dont know it was just hard ;; i hope everyone enjoys this and i will make sure to work harder for the next story!

Word Count: 5,609

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, sexual themes (no actual smut)

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“Oh my god, you’re going on a date with him? He’s so cute!” One of your friends giggled, scrolling through an Instagram that you could really care less about. Mindlessly, you stirred your coffee with a straw and reflected on your complicated relationship with love.

It wasn’t that you hated men or whatever. You would’ve loved to hold someone’s hand or to go on cute dates during those four years of suffering to ease your pain. In high school, boys would be drooling over the numerous, gorgeous transfer students while you were just… there.

In your baggy uniform with a head in a book and an awfully little amount of sleep due to studying until ungodly hours of the night.

You didn’t think it was a bad thing at all. Because of this, you had so much more time to study and hang out with friends. There was definitely an unhealthy amount of mocking from your family and friends but it all paid off in the end because you ended up going to a fantastic college with exam results better than any alumni previously. However, like anyone at your age, you still had a pit of desire in your stomach.

“What about you, (y/n)? Any boys hit you up recently?” A voice interrogated, snapping you instantly back to reality.

Rolling your eyes, you slide your phone over to show your most recent text messages.

“The last guy you talked to was your teacher who you asked about the project due in a few weeks.”

With a loud groan, you stole your phone back from nosey eyes and selfish hands. A few moans of complainant lingered the air as they wanted to delve more into your messages.

“I’ll never find a boyfriend,” You whine, fake crying into your arms.

Laughs fill the small part of the cafe you sat at and you felt your face burn up with embarrassment. As much as it was hilarious how you couldn’t get a boy to save your life, it also dug into you, knowing you would probably end up alone for a large majority of your life.

One of your friends patted your back and with an encouraging smile stated, “Maybe you should try sticking your head somewhere else other than a book.”

The crowd exploded in amusement once more and by this point, you were fuming. Yes, the situation was hilarious about how you couldn’t even get a glance from a dog. The fact that they mocked you for it annoyed you to the end of hell. Just because you weren’t actively searching for a boyfriend didn’t mean boys avoided you like the plague.

‘It might’ve been easier for them to get a boyfriend but look who's struggling in creative writing just to earn a C on every paper.’

Similar cruel thoughts invaded your head and you desperately tried to get them out. It took a few minutes but your bubbly smile was back on your face and a newfound inspiration was beating in your heart. You were sick of the laughter and pity. Above all, you were tired of not having someone to call your own. To kill two birds with one stone would be exceedingly pleasing.

Determination filled you and once you were motivated, you were going to meet your end goal.

That end goal?

A boyfriend.

For the plan of attack, you would need to think of boys that you’ve talked to before. There was Jaehyun from biology but you were unbelievably positive that he was eating someone’s face off at the most recent frat party. Yuta, from your economics class, would be a fantastic person to go on a date due to his infectious smile and sweet crescent eyes if you didn’t hear the most recent rumors of him breaking girls’ hearts for money.

Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, you pondered if there were any boys willing enough to take you on a date. Doubt clouded your train of thoughts and you seriously considered the fact that nobody would ever like you enough to initiate something. As you were about to drift off to sleep, your brain lingered to a boy in your math class. Everyone could see him with hearts in his eyes for you. He would be perfect.

You sat closer to the boy named Mark in your math theory class. He was cute from a distance and especially upclose. If you went on one date with him, all the mockery would stop for good.

And if you’re lucky, maybe the loneliness would go away as well.

A few days later, Mark finally asked you on a date. With nervous, shaky hands, he gave you his phone asking for your number. You cocked your eyebrow in confusion since the two of you haven’t exchanged more words than a quick ‘hello’ and asking each other for the answers on numerous equations.

“M-May I please ask you on a date?”

You stood in front of the movie theater, holding his too sweaty hand as the both of you walked forward in line. For someone that appeared so mysterious and cool, he was really like a tense, little boy. All you could think about was how it felt like you were taking your little brother to a movie.

“Two tickets for Spider-Man.” Mark asked, squeezing your hand. Giving him a small smile, you reached in your bag to pull out your share of price.

Mark’s eyebrows furrow as his hands scramble around in his wallet, looking for his debt card. He shuts it with a sigh and looks at you pleadingly.

“Could… you please…”

You had already given the cashier enough money for the both of you.

This would be fine if Mark didn’t insist on buying snacks at the movie theater.

“Please, (y/n)! How can we watch a movie without food.” He whines, throwing a playful (and hopefully fake) tantrum.

With a long, drawn out exhale, you bought a large popcorn and two waters. Throughout the week, you would definitely need to eat the complementary ramen they stored within the dorm kitchens since you had blown half your weekly allowance on mediocre popcorn and tiny waters.

By the time both of you had been settled down within the theater, you were embarrassed to the extent where you might’ve screamed. Mark had lifted the armrests and comfortably placed his legs on the next three seats. Seeing this site, your throat dried up and you tried to scoot further away so people wouldn’t associate you with someone displaying such poor manners.

If that wasn’t the tip of the iceberg, Mark hogged all the popcorn and took both the water bottles after he had choked on a kernel. With the little side remarks he commented during the movie and his loud chewing, your brain was begging to put it out of misery.

He dropped you off at your house and awkwardly waited for you to deliver a kiss upon his cheek as the night came to an end. Patting his shoulder, you thanked him for the night. Once you escaped to your warm, cozy bed, you blocked his number.

Never again.

As a result, your friends hunched over their respective seats, dying with laughter after you told them about your horrible date.

“It’s not funny!” You yell, gripping onto your fork too tight for anyone’s liking.

The laughter calmed down once everyone found a new topic to dicuss. A normal conversation arises and you soon lose yourself in your thoughts.

So what? Maybe Mark wasn’t your guy but you weren’t upset. There was someone out in this world for you and you just needed to be patient. But as the conversation slowly shifts back to romance, you feel dread creeping up in your soul. Staring at the couples entering and exiting your cafe made you more self-conscious. If everyone was able to find someone, how come your time hasn’t come yet? You weren’t getting any younger and you would be an adult soon.

“And I heard from Eunwoo that she bought a callboy! I don’t even want to repeat the things she did… It was so intimate.”

Ears perking up, their voices drew you into the conversation. What is a callboy? More importantly, they got intimate with someone like holding hands?

Quieter than the rest, you inquired, “What’s a callboy?”

All eyes were on you and heat rose to your face instantly. It was such a stupid question, but excuse you for being so naive! Not everyone has knowledge on everything in the world.

“Oh, well it’s a boy you rent to do... stuff with.”

“Like cuddle?” You asked innocently, excitement showing on your face.

“Yeah! Sure!” They smiled and one of them gave a weak thumbs up.

From that point, you were sold on the idea.

With a budding interest, you researched how to rent one of these perplexing ‘callboys.’ Tapping quickly on your phone, you clicked on the first link presented to you. Under the explicit pictures (probably due to ads and viruses), you touched the phone number and waited for someone to pick up. A minute had passed and you began to grow weary. Perhaps you had called the wrong number. As you were about to hit ‘end call,’ a voice emerges from the speakers.

“Hello, name?”

Almost dropping the phone in your hand, you spoke softly, “(Y/N).”

“What time would you like?”

It hadn’t occurred to you that he would be coming to your house! Your mind was in shambles as you thought about a time where you were in the dorms but none of your roommates would be home. All four of you would go out drinking on Friday’s but maybe you could make an excuse to stay home…

“Ah! Anytime tomorrow after eight at night.”

“Who would you like to escort you?”

Confusion was evident in your voice as you utter, “Escort is a strange word to use. I didn’t even know I had options.”

“So you’re a first time? Well, there’s Taeil, one of the more experienced workers. We’ve only heard good things from Kun as well. Jungwoo is also available around the same time.”

You placed yourself on mute and your tongue played with the names given to you. Taeil rolled off your tongue kindly and left a warm feeling in your stomach.

“May I have Taeil?” You requested, nervousness building up in your body. You couldn’t believe you were actually renting a boy to talk to and cuddle.

“Of course. Payment will be taken after the visit. Please do not hesitate to contact us if something goes wrong. Thank you for your business. We hope to see you again.” And with that, the line was clicked off and you were left in the darkness of your lonely room.

Plugging in your phone, you rolled over in bed and shoved your head in a fluffy pillow.

What have you done?

Finally, seven o’clock had come and you watched your roommates rush around the room looking for a setting spray or a comfortable pair of heels. Wrapped up in a big comforter, you helped one of the girls pick between two lipsticks.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to pick you up some food afterwards? What if you get hungry?” Hani questioned, putting her hair in a low ponytail.

Using your decent acting skills, you nodded without much interest, conflicting from your inner thoughts. You were beyond excited for tonight but you had to hide it from everyone.

“Yeah, I’m okay. If I get hungry, I’ll just eat a few crackers. I don’t have much of an appetite.” You breathed off, clearing your throat after for dramatic effect.

With enough pestering, Hani and the girls left the apartment in a rush. They would forget you were sick by the time they arrived at the club.

Knowing you would be having company over, you skipped over to the bathroom and started to apply natural makeup and changed into one of your more fancier pairs of pyjamas. Sitting on the couch, you waited restlessly. With hands growing sweaty, you wiped them desperately on your clothed thigh. What if he denied service to you since you were presumably so ugly? Or even worse, what if he knew one of your roommates and commented on one of the numerous photo frames?

Your thoughts halted as the ring of the doorbell filled the room. For a few seconds, your mind was completely stilled with every doubt. Rising to your feet, uneasiness set back in and you question your most recent actions. Regret pooled within your stomach. Maybe you should’ve just gone clubbing with your friends. It’s beyond embarrassing how lonely you are to needing a callboy.

Straightening out your shirt, you open the door and with your best smile, you begin the conversation with a simple, “Hello.”

A man with brown, tousled hair stood outside your door, adjusting his watch. Raising his head, he flashed a smirk with a gaze that was too sharp for your liking. It seemed like he was analyzing you already although the two of you haven’t even exchanged greetings yet.

“Are you going to invite me in or what?” He teased, biting his bottom lip right afterwards.

Blushing, you scooted away from the door to make room. He stepped inside your dorm and whistled. “We don’t get a lot of students. Are your roommates gone?”

Nodding your head furiously, “Yes. I made sure that they would be gone.”

Suddenly, Taeil’s gaze darkened and the entire mood of the room seemed to shift. He approached you and took one of his hands, grazing your cheek. Leaning close to your ear, he muttered, “Oh? So you came prepared?”

His hands started to drift to your shirt, rubbing the soft fabric between his hands. Indeed, the man was right when he said Taeil was experienced. He was flirting with you like no tomorrow and it clouded your judgement. A heated, muddled feeling encroached you. You had never been so intimate with a man, especially with someone as good-looking as Taeil. It was so innocent too until Taeil asked, “You look so good in his shirt, mind if I take it off?”

Immediately, his hands slid up your shirt, eliciting a squeak from your parted lips. They roamed over your stomach and back, having you shiver in delight. As his hands trailed nearer to your chest, you came back to reality. What the hell was happening? All you wanted was for someone to hold you, not this. Pushing him away, you tried hiding yourself and making yourself as small as possible. How does one disappear from such a precarious situation?

“What the hell?! I thought we were just supposed to do cuddly things!”

Bewilderment spread across Taeil’s face as he instantly retracted his hands to his side. “You called for a callboy.”

Rolling your eyes, “As a matter of fact, yes. I did call for a callboy! I know what I’m doing. Isn’t a callboy supposed to do boyfriend things with you?”

Annoyance became more evident in his voice, “Clearly not. A callboy is supposed to fulfill your sexual desires.”

Oh.

Sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in both of your hands made the situation all the more uncomfortable. Consequently, it’s hard to talk to someone as you just rejected their sexual advances.

“What do you like to watch?” You questioned, grabbing the remote and flipping through some channels. An icebreaker might destroy all the tension once previously held.

Taeil wasn’t expecting a sudden question and his head snapped up in a second. “W-Well, I like watching action films.”

For someone who was so confident just a few moments ago, he was a stuttering mess now. The duality of this man was absurd.

Clicking on Black Panther, your body soon sank into the velvety couch. This was a strange Friday night but you couldn’t say you hated it. Taeil has given you more action than all your years previously.

“So… Why did you call a callboy? I mean, if you’re not using me for sex or whatever.” Taeil inquired, avoiding your gaze. He seemed to be so focused on your boring, wooden flooring.

“Well,” you start, stretching out your limbs, “it’s a long story.”

Pausing for a reaction, he sat there with a curious look on his face. Moving closer to you and tilting his head back, he replied, “I got all night, baby.”

Damn, he really was experienced.

A blush dusted your face and continuing, “My friends always mock me about not having a boyfriend. It drives me insane and I tried going on a date with this guy but it just didn’t work out. They were talking about callboys and I guess they lied to me about the truth… I seriously just thought it was a service to cuddle and hold hands with someone. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m lonely.”

Taeil chuckled and tapped your arm. Puzzled, you lend him your attention and in response, he opens his arms to you. Tentatively, you climb over and settle yourself in his snug hold. He lets out a deep breath and plays with your hair, curling a strand once he reaches the end.

“Although I am a callboy, I’ll be your rent-a-boyfriend just for tonight.” He winks, stealing a quick kiss on your forehead.

Your heart was beating out of your chest from this unfamiliar interaction. It felt so hot in his arms, almost sinful. The devil would scoff at this proclamation of ‘lechery,’ and you soon start to believe you wouldn’t mind if it got a little bit more risqué. Now, that was something the devil could compliment.

Brushing up against your reddened ear, he whispered, “I can feel your heartbeat going a thousand miles per hour.”

You almost pushed him off the couch for such a statement.

Once calmed down and being cuddled again, Taeil opened up the conversation surprisingly.

“This is nice.”

Humming in response, you push yourself lightly into his chest. Fingers graze near his abdomen, barely applying any pressure.

“I agree. Do… You do stuff like this offen?”

Taeil shakes his head, ruffling your hair. “No. Usually it comes with the pillow-talk after post-sex but I’ve never had a client who just wanted to cuddle.”

You smack his chest instead of replying, earning a laugh a bit too sweet for your liking. Someone as gentle and affectionate doesn’t seem like one to take a job as a callboy. Of course, this probably makes him better at his job than others but it doesn’t suit him. Honestly, it’s rude that you’re judging his profession. For all you know, Taeil could be a real demon under the sheets but chooses to show you the sweet, sickly, intoxicating side of him.

“Can I ask you something that might be inappropriate?”

“I work as a callboy. There isn’t anything more inappropriate than that.”

“That’s exactly my question. Why? Why do you work as a callboy?” You escape his grasp and he whines, turning to face you better. He ponders the question, seeming to be tying up loose ends before he sends his answer into the world.

Nibbling on his bottom lip and smacking his lips, “I don’t know honestly. I was a good fuck in college so why not make a job out of it?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, “How come you haven’t left your job yet?”

Dumbfound, he shrugged his shoulders. A gleam of pain reflected against his eyes as he stared up to the ceiling. He didn’t make any further comment on that topic. Questions were burning inside you due to such an interesting man. Perhaps he was one of those sugar babies who fell in love with the luxurious lifestyle and couldn’t dare to leave.

He spoke up after a horrible attempt at hiding his discomfort, “I guess when you’ve done something for so long, there isn’t a different way to do it.”

Biting your tongue from saying something foolish once again, you set yourself between the arms of Taeil again. If you could make him forget whatever tragedies he has to face in his life just for tonight, you’ll do it. Both of you needed this time to just be held and told that the other was appreciated.

Around eight in the morning, he left. The two of you fell asleep on the couch and thankfully all your roomates crashed at someone’s house. As you were about to open up your paypal to transfer money to his account, he stopped you.

“No need for paying tonight. I enjoyed it.” He flashes you a bright smile and shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Yeah, me too.” You mutter, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A rule for all workspaces, sexual or not, is to not become involved with a client. It was irritating how you couldn’t be friends with Taeil. You sincerely thought he was a wonderful person. All you could hope for now is for him to find someone that night who’ll treat him with love and respect.

He ruffles your hair fondly like he did previously. Seeing your miserable expression tore him apart and he pulled you into a hug. If he could, he would transfer all his adornment to you, just because of the night before. Never in all his years as working as a callboy had someone treat him with such regard. Leaning down to your ear, he whispered a ten digit code.

Before you could respond, he stole a kiss from your cheek and removed himself from your dorm. Slamming open the door, you yell, “Taeil!”

Loud, boisterous laughs fill the air and you sigh happily.

He was pulling all your heartstrings in the right ways.

That night with Taeil helped you realize a lot about your relationships with others. Most importantly, your friends were real jackasses. Secondly, whining over boys isn’t going to attract them to you. When you applied for the job at a local diner, you could say this was an attempt to eradicate both of your biggest problems. With unsystematic shifts, you barely had time to see your friends or cry over the lack of a relationship.

Taeil had steadily risen on your list of importance, consuming a majority of your time as well. If you weren’t working or studying, you were found texting him or going out with him. It was a different pace from your old routine and there was no need for wanting the old one back. Contentment filled you, especially with a weekly paycheck.

One night while cleaning tables from sticky soda spills, the familiar flop of tousled, brown hair caught your eye. Taeil was perched at a booth, tapping his fingers against the fake marble. Casually hustling over with a notepad and pen, you whispered in an excited voice, “Hi.”

His mouth formed a wide grin but as soon as the bell rang, notifying everyone that someone new had arrived, it disappeared. With every small noise, he seemed to jump and be on alert.

“I would love to talk to you dear, but I’m on a job right now.” The corners of his lips soon turned into a frown, seeing your crestfallen look. “After your shift and this job, I’ll visit you, okay?”

“It’s a deal. I’ll be expecting you.” Leaving with a wink, you go back to scrubbing dried soda. Washing tables wasn’t the worst job but it definitely wasn’t your preferred task. If you were taking orders and running the cashier, this night would be perfect.

Apparently the gods took pity on you as your manager yelled for you to switch jobs with Jaemin, a new trainee similar to you. Despite the numerous reminders that you’re in college, he tries to get you to accept his phone number. As you take off your gloves, he attempts to give you a kiss on the cheek which has you yelling from the breakroom.

The fun stopped as the bell rang and the tapping of the manager’s hurried steps has him cut his fun short. Putting on a different apron, you examine what tables haven’t been served yet. Seeing as it was only Taeil’s table, you approach him and the new body at his table.

The new, mysterious man has Taeil’s hand in his and he coos softly, “Yes baby. Anything for you.”

Trying to hide your distaste, you muster the fakest smile. “Hi. May I start both of you off with something to drink?”

The man instantly replies, “A water.”

Taeil hums, flipping over the menu and seemingly less interested in the hand that appears to be gripping onto his too tightly.

“I would like a sprite.” Taeil answers and a groan spouts in the air.

“Really? You’re going to get a sprite? You’ve been looking so bloated recently! No, he’s going to have a water.” The man rolls his eyes, grumbling about how Taeil’s demeanor makes him look like a fatass.

Taeil stares down at his lap, biting his tongue from saying something he’ll regret. You leave in a moment, dispensing a sprite and water from the machine. What the hell was up with that douchebag? Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you walk back over to the table, only dropping a straw for Taeil.

A few minutes later, you took their orders and nearly punched the man when you saw Taeil’s straw in his drink. You made sure to drop off another straw. Pathetic attempts to get back at this asshole won’t work, unfortunately.

The entire night, you observed the two. Subconsciously, you would squeeze your pen every time the man raised his voice at Taeil, screaming profanities about something or the other. Your heart begged you to go up to the manager and ask her to throw both of them out. However, what would happen to Taeil if the two got kicked out? You wouldn’t want to find out the hard way.

It was indeed a grim situation with losing being the only result.

Soon the two left and before Taeil left, you flashed him a wave.

He didn’t wave back.

Tonight would be fun with the amount of interrogation you would pit against Taeil.

“So what the hell was that at the diner?” You fumed, stirring the pot of tomato soup harshly, the contents hitting the sides, almost dripping into the burner. Taeil shrugged his shoulders, buttering the pan graciously. You huffed and turned off the left stovetop, grabbed a bar stool, and scowled at him.

“I don’t know. What do you mean?” He responds, flipping a slice of bread and your eyes drift to the very noticeable purple mark on the inside of his wrist.

“You looked so uncomfortable with that guy!” You whined, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you. “Are you hiding secrets from me?”

Whipping around, “No! Never!”

“Then what’s the deal with that dude? And more importantly, your wrist!”

The room was stiff and if you could see Taeil’s face, he would most definitely be rolling his eyes. Although you had known Taeil for a short time, his expressions were never hidden. Was he red in the face or was his throat beginning to dry and his eyes begin to water? To enclose Taeil in a cosy embrace was all you wished for.

“Nothing. Now, eat up.”

Sitting in the midnight gleam and quietly munching on grilled sandwiches was definitely a new take on life. As much as your brain told you to stay away from Taeil, you kept giving into him. Taeil was a dangerous man, especially with the way he flirted with you so casually. It was like he wanted you to fall in love with him.

And as much as you try to deny it, you fell hard. His eyes and lips were hypnotizing with how they flicker and create sweet concoctions just for you and hopefully with meaning for only you. He appears so stunning even after a harsh day at work, making you fantasize over what could never be yours. In other words, you were whipped for Icarus.

In addition to being desperately in love with him, you had found yourself being torn apart as he stumbled into your apartment with too many bruises and cuts at an ungodly hour.

Although Taeil wasn’t the biggest man, he was leaning a lot of dead weight on to you due to being incredibly tired, physically and emotionally. With one heavy grunt and a meaningful shove, you forced him to sit on the brown loveseat. He smeared away the blood forming on his upper lip, giving you a melancholic twinkle. As you start to assess his wounds, he voices his thoughts.

“Sorry.”

Your quiet voice speaks up, so different from what you’re used to with Taeil, “For what?”

“Hiding things.”

You catch a glimpse at him rubbing at his watery eyes and try to ignore his insistent tapping on the fake wooden boards. Clear as day, Taeil had most likely never confided to someone about the abuse he suffers within his industry. Before you came along, had he just went home mishandled and barely alive? Did he tend his injuries before going to his next client?

Or would it not matter because each person was the same as the last?

“It’s okay.” Truthfully, you wanted to reject his apology. If you two were friends, he shouldn’t have to keep secrets from you. A deep thought irks you to the bone. What would happen if your positions were switched? How would you even mention to your dearest friend, ‘Oh yeah, by the way the men and women I sleep with exploit me every night.’

A choked cry bursts from Taeil’s esophagus, immediate your eyes were on him. “It’s not okay. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He slides from the loveseat and into your arms, knocking the bandages out of your hand and fills them with his body instead. His entire body shakes, chest heaving up and down abruptly as he attempts to calm himself down, only to make himself weep more.

With a puffy face and eyes red as rubies, he whisper-yells, “And you know what’s the worst part? I’m in love with you and I’m terrified you think that I’m revolting. Every time I’m with a client, all I can think about is you. You’re the one who gets me through the night but you’re also the one who makes me run away to terrible people in fear of not being loved back!”

Hugging him back, squeezing tightly, and sighing, “Taeil,” water pools at your eyes and you stuff your head into his shoulder, damping his jacket within one small patch. “I could never think of you as revolting. I’ve been so obsessed with you but you hadn’t even noticed.”

The whimpering dies down and Taeil pulls away, grabbing your hand in the process. “Really?”

A giggle erupts and you rub the wet streaks across Taeil’s face, hand still in his. “Yes, really.”

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Taeil was like ice cream and you were like a warm, summer day. He seemed mischievous and cold on the outside, frightening those who had never come in contact with him before. Inside, he was sweet and irresistible. His touch was addicting, begging you for more and more. You were the summer that engulfed Taeil, melting away his fronts and revealing who he truly was. Summer, a short synonym for home. A time to relax and focus on yourself and your ambitions, something familiar and safe. You were Taeil’s summer, his home.

Lying there on the too small twin bed in the sticky heat in the middle of the night with Taeil made you realize there was nowhere you rather be than here next to his glistening body, watching him breathe softly after another day of work.

“Love,” you break the silence and Taeil shifts over, purring in response, “can we have pillow talk?”

Instantly, Taeil was up and had you against his chest, playing with the loose strands of hair from you moving around in bed so much. “What is it?”

“When will you leave your job?”

“Ah, my dear (y/n), if only I knew.” He blows into your ear, making you scrunch up your face in shock. He wasn’t getting out of this one, however.

“Taeil, you have a degree in Sports Medicine. I’m sure that someone out there is getting their ACL torn and needs you to help them probably take care of it.” You argue, tapping your fingers against his chest.

“I’m scared.”

He begins to melt, gripping onto you significantly firmer than before.

“I know but think about our future. It’s hard seeing you with others, especially when you tell me I’m all yours. What happens in the future if we have kids and they ask where their father is?” You confess, an astounding amount of thought put into each sentence. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been so worried about him.

He stays silent for a moment before grabbing his phone on the table beside him. Curiously, you stretch your neck to see what he’s doing--or who he is dialing rather.

“It’s me,” he breathes into the phone, “I’m done. I quit. If you have any problems with it, you can contact my partner who is a lawyer.” His voice was dripping with threat before hanging up and cuddling into you.

“You’re right.”

You scoff playful, flicking his forehead. “I’m a lawyer. I’m always right.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He laughs, pecking you on the lips with a stolen kiss. “Good pillow talk?”

“Very good pillow talk.”

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A change of heart (James and lily)

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Chapter ONE↓

The summer holidays were finally over and none could be happy about the fact, than the two sisters that sat silently in the back of their father's car. Petunia Evans was on cloud nine so much so that she hadn't complained once about the owl, that lay resting in it's cage on her sisters lap. Neither had she moaned about coming to wave off her younger sister,as she got on the train back to her precious school. Petunia Evans was in a good mood as she had been all summer long,yes it's very true the blondes holiday had been a Great one. She had met a boy over the summer break at the firm she was interning at, collecting coffee and fetching tea was all petunia Evans really did. It was wasn't anything truly exciting and to be honest she didn't really learn much, but she had a met a boy.

Vernon Dursley was the name he was a little older than her, he had an apprenticeships at Grunings he made drills and was very good, it was same firm that the blonde work at. Over the summer they had gotten close and had started courting as Petunia put it. Lily hadn't met him as her sister had refused to let her, but according to her mother Vernon Dursley was utterly ridiculous. He was on all accounts over wait and had a rather thin line of hair on his upper lip, Which he had called a mustache. Mr Evans would've laughed but he didn't want to seem rude and risk damaging his already fragile relationship with his eldest daughter, so he had refrained from doing so and gave the young man permission to continue to date Petunia. Mr and Mrs Evans had also agreed to allow the blonde permission to attend a weeks vacation with some of her school friends, down in the Welsh Ilse. It was safe to say everything this summer had seemed to go her way, resulting in her high right now.

Now lily's summer hadn't been a good affair , in fact it had been terrible. It started with her sister, the redhead had been pushed out all summer by Petunia Evans, she hadn't let her meet the boy whom had captured her heart. She had forbidden her attended the 18th birthday barbecue her parents were throwing for her. Though Petunia pushing her away was nothing knew, the older girl had been doing it since lily got her letter six years ago now. It was what happened with her best friend this summer that had left lily Evans stumped.

Severus Snape was a tall boy with greasy black hair and large hooked nose, people often said was snotty. That boy was lily's best friend, he was the first person whom made the red head feel normal, as opposed to the way her sister made her feel. And she was the first person to look at the young boy and not be repulsed, by his appearance. Over the years the pair had spent a lot of time together making for a life long friendship, spending their summers under the willow tree in Which they had met. But this summer something was different, Severus Snape had been distant, the young man had been on Edge. His already short fuse and gotten shorter, yelling in the street to the muggles who let Thier eyes linger on him to long as they passed. Picking fights in public parks and youth club's he would likely loose without using his wand and exposing the wizarding world. He had even on occasion snap at lily, a girl who he loved and one day hoped would love him back. But at the rate he was pushing her away it became less likely that such a thing was going to happen. Lily Evans was extremely smart and new that something was going on, that the greasy haired boy was hiding something, something he didn't want her to know. Lily knew he wouldn't tell her and she had no hope in trying to reach the boy who trusted no but her had been keeping her at arms length.

So lily sat in the back of car twiddling her fingers, preying that summer would come to an end instantly.

The Evans family car pulled up about outside kings Cross Station, in no time lily and family were walking through station Heading for platform nine and three quarters, Muggles staring as they did so. That was the Muggle way to lear longingly at thing's that seem different, or strange in anyway. And something about a young sixteen year old girl pushing a trolley filled with trunks and a black owl with flecks of white In his feathers,caused them to stare. Lily like the other witches and wizards of Hogwarts was used to it by now, it was nothing knew to her. All the whispering, the pointing of little children were expected, so it didn't faze her. Petunia Evans on the other hand hated. She hated being the girl with a odd sister whom got all the attention, she lothed the feeling of being constantly over shadowed even by strangers, most she would never likely to see again.

Five minutes later lily and her family had found the magical entrance to the train, and all four of them and ran threw wall just as instructed by lily years before. It seemed funny to the Evans family that there was a whole other world behind one little wall, a world of wonder and magic. And yet here they were standing in the thick of it, while they watched their youngest daughter suddenly feel at home and that she did.

A smile lit up the face of the red head as she stood scanning the station, watching the new first years run through too the platform for the first time on shaky leg's. One little boy coming up to her as she looked the least intimidating, his hair was short and his cheeks still held his baby fat perfectly.

"Excuse me, but where do I take my trolley" lily smiled and bent down a little to reach his eye level, she could tell he was nervous and very clearly like her. A Muggle born.

"Hello, you see that man over there take it to him and then head for the train, earlier you get on the better compartment you get." Lily said shoeing him on, the boys father following him smiling. Kindly at the redhead.

Lily turned back to her mother and father aswell as a very bored looking petunia Evans, hugging each of them as she said her goodbyes. Her sisters scowl warning lily to do no such thing with her, so the young witch gave a simple curt nod. Something that Appeared odd to others as they glanced at the interaction between sister, but the lily and petunia Evans the act was a far more normal occurrence than hugging.

"Oh baby, promise me you'll write every week" Catherine Evans spoke to her daughter, lily nodded and waved one last time before running off to find her Friends.

Marlene McKinnon was the easiest to Spot you Heard her before you saw, she was always getting in trouble in class because of it. Once it cost gryffindor twenty House, Slughorn felt terrible for taking the point's but the blonde was being extremely loud. But in her defence she was having a battle of wits with Sirius Black, it didn't end well for ethier of them. Especially when professor McGonagall found out, the pair had been given detention and they ended up hating eachother more than before.

"COME ON MUM, DAD IM GOING TO BE LATE" it was then lily saw her, blonde wild locks went barrelling towards the front of train with fifteen minutes to spare, the blonde was in such a chaotic state she completely missed the redhead standing to the side of her.

"Hey Mar we've got half and hour till the train leaves not fifteen."

"Lils that's not the__ OH MY GOD LILY " the blonde screamed throwing her arms around the Muggle girl.

"Missed you too mar, but do you mind if I breathe now, thanks" lily pushed her way out of the blondes arm's. Marlene McKinnon's mum and dad had left once they saw the two walking off completely forgetting they were still there.

"So let's go and find Dorcas and Alice, hey did you here about Alice yet" both girls keeping an eye out as they walked around the platform for the two missing from their little click.

"No, is she okay. "

"Oh she's Great, like really Great." Marlene spoke suggestively.

"What happened mar" lily stopped her in their tracks worried.

"How about we let the huffle-slut tell you__ ALICE FORTESCUE, GET OVER HERE YOU HUFFLE-SL" the brunette was barley five feet from the girls, but still Marlene McKinnon raised the volume of her voice to grab the attention of Alice Fortescue. And we'll it worked.

"Will you shut up, oh hey lily." Alice Fortescue now stood in front of her two friends, and a few seconds later the wild curly locks of Dorcas meadowes followed.

"hello Dizzy Dorcas, how did you find us" lily said earning her a shove on the side of her arm, by the Coco skinned girl.

"I heard Mar"

"Yeah I think everyone did" Alice Fortescue quipped.

"Hey I wasn't that loud" said the blonde mock affended, her Voice still slightly raised.

"Yes Mar yes you were, anyway i hear you have something to tell me Alice." Instantly Alice went red in the face, she wasn't embarrassed by what she had to tell lily Evans, it was just she wasn't used to it yet.

Taking a deep breath she spilled the beans " me and Frank are dating, he asked me over the summer, first week actually."

"Oh Alice that's great we've been rooting for you two" the redhead squealed happy for her friend.

"Did he get down on one knee," Marlene asked, all three girls looking at her like she had a third eye.

"Mar he asked her out not to marry her"

"I know that Dizzy Dorcas, but it just seems very Frank Longbottom, you know very proper." Alice rolled her eyes,

"No but he did give me flowers." The brunette swooned,

"Ugh, so lils how was your summer with the devil spawn." Dorcas meadowes had turned to conversation to the redhead, who's smile faltered.

"Petunia was well petunia she ignored my very existence," lily said.

"That's not the devil spawn I was asking about, I ment Severus Snape, you know tall with a chip pan for hair."

"I don't kn __" lily was interrupted by Alice, tapping her on the shoulder, pointing out the teen in question. "Lils, look other there"

Lily followed the gaze of her friends, green eyes Landed on the young boy with greasy hair. He walked through the platform, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange and Narcissa Black she was pushing her trolley. Lucius Malfoy to most was the scumm of the earth, he graduated from Hogwarts last year and just like his father had become a death eater along with Bellatrix Black. The girl with mast of curly black hair was practically psychotic, taking every chance she could to hex her cousin Sirius Black. The girls understood in a way why Lucius and Bellatrix were on the platform, the pair must of been seeing Narcissa Black off to her final year of school. But Rodolphus lestrange was a mystery, he had left Hogwarts about four years prior to Lucius and Bellatrix and yet here he stood. He had a reputation of being cruel even in school, it was wide a spread rumor that he had tortured a Hogwarts house nearly to death. Of course nobody could prove it even back then so Rodolphus lestrange for away with it. and there they all stood with lily's best friend.

"Well I guess that's where Sevs been all summer" lily said Turing away,

"So you haven't seen him all Summer," Alice placed a hand on lily's shoulder, the girl smiling at gesture.

"I saw Sev a few times but he seemed different, distant his temper was shorter than usual."

"Wow, come let's get a compartment. Maybe you guys can talk later" the black eyes Severus Snape falling on lily, he watched as she walked away. Silently vowing to reconnect with his best friend this schooling year of Hogwarts.

James potter and Company had just made to the platform with ten minutes to spare, as usual they planned to meet between platforms nine and ten and as usual He and Sirius were late. Remus had raised his arms in the air like a disapproving father and Peter well he was Peter, he just wanted food.

" Where in Merlin were you two?, We could've missed the train"

"Keep your knickers on Mooney, we've got ten minutes" Sirius Black spoke slinging his arm around Peter Pettigrew, while the tall boy scowled at their attitude.

"What he said mate, don't wolf out on us I was getting you a gift." James potter a bespeckled boy with black tousled hair, smirked whipping out a bar of Muggle milk chocolate.

"Thanks mate you're forgiven" Remus lupin mumbled taking the chocolate bar off his friend, peters mouth watering for a peice.

"seriously, he's forgiven, It was my Idea. I'm hurt, I'm hurt Mooney." Sirius Black spoke falling backwards, into his best friends arms. Far more dramatically then it sounds.

"Face it pads he loves me more," James push the raven haired boy up and out of arms, now walking backwards like a smart arse. Hair blowing more skew-whiff if that was even possible.

"Does not"

"Does too, he wants to steam up my specks"

"Shut it prongs he wants to kiss me and run his fingers through my hair, I mean come on I'm gorgeous." James bent over in laughter. Sirius's hair was dreadful, jet black and full of knots no matter how many times he pulled a brush through it.

"The bush you mean." James quipped.

"Remus kiss me, comon kiss me. Fine let me give you a big old smooch then " the tall boy cringed, he couldn't think of anything worse, snapping a strip of creamy chocolate off for Peter.

"No thanks, come__is that Lucius Malfoy"

Now all four boys had their eyes trained on the older boy, amused by whatever his three friends were doing. But on closer inspection Remus lupin noticed the four of young Wizards and Rodolphus lestrange were hazing a first year, before the poor tike hadn't even boreded the express. "Prongs, Padfoot are you seeing this" The two young Wizards didn't say a word in reply, instead they rushed off in the direction of Lucius Malfoy and his possy leaving Peter to trail behind.

As they got closer they saw a cute blonde girl, obviously a first year, robes barley off the floor and she still had her cart. Lucius Malfoy used his wand to riffel through the girls trunk, pulling the pages out off her new school books. James potter rolled his eyes, as they met with Severus Snape levitating the small blonde girl upside down now. The bespeckled boy taking the opportunity to startle the former student .

"Didn't know you could read Malfoy," the blonde Wizard jumping back startled by the sudden appearance of the bespeckled boy. The much older death eater rolling his eyes at Lucius Malfoy's obvious fear of the sixth year boy.

"I fail to see how that's any of you're business Potter" Malfoy spat

"Well I just made it my business, let the girl go Snivellus don't want to get bogey's on the poor thing." James potter spoke to the raven haired boy lowering the girl, once her feet reached the ground she legged it behind Remus lupin and Sirius Black. You couldn't blame the girl, the wolf boy was unnaturally tall and raven haired Wizard held a dark look in his grey orb's that would even scare her father.

"Arh yes potter I forgot you hang around blood traitors and mauled half-bloods." The boy with tawny curls retreating into his tatty clothes at the mention of his scared face, James and Sirius Black whipped out their wands in the defence of their friend.

"Watch you're mouth Malfoy." This time Sirius Black spoke up his voice venomous, the blonde ignored his second cousin and turned to the werewolf. Rodolphus lestrange deciding to leave the argument was a childish one and he definitely wasn't a child.

"Father works In the ministry's office lupin, there a bit if an enigma surrounding you." Malfoy paused for a second. "May I asked, did an unfortunate event befall you, or were always this hideous."

Though Remus didn't get to answer the question and not that he would any way, but the fist Peter Pettigrew had landed it's into the jaw of pureblood dick Lucius Malfoy. The three remaining marauders stared at their friend, Remus lupin was simply grateful that Peter chose this moment to finally snap. While James and Sirius looked on like a proud dads also laughing at the boy who had just been flattened, Malfoy though was fuming.

"My fa__" stoping when he heard James and Sirius making a bet.

" Three galleons if he says my father will hear about this" James smirked "your on pads"

"You little Rat my father will hear about this " the blonde Wizard stumbled to his feet with the help of girlfriend. Admittedly narcissa Black was far too pretty for the wizard and perhaps if she had more courage she'd of ran away from her depraved family, much like her older sister. But alas she didn't.

"Damit, here take em" james shoved the golden coins into the hands of Sirius Black, who took them gladly.

"Mark my words, dangerous times are coming boys and when they do,don't imagine you'll be Safe " the boy wizard said pushing his girlfriend away form the four boys.

" Thankyou for helping me, I'm Gabby Douglas." Came a soft voice from behind Remus lupin.

"It's not a problem munchkin, all in days work for the mighty Padfoot and friends" the first year smiled at the door sixth years stood looking down at her.

"Now run off and sit with the first year's okay." The tall boy with brown curls spoke to the girl.

The Marauders following suit made it just time, to bord the Hogwarts express. By now most of compartments upfront Were occupied and filled by loud and confused first year's, All seemingly unaware of the prejudice that would follow once they had been sorted. For some the friends they made on the train weren't likely to stick with you through the years to come, unless you where lucky like the four boys plodding along now. Sure with a few exceptions you could be friends with a Slytherin but it almost always ended in disaster, as lily Evans would find out the harsh way, just a few months into the new school year.

The boys eventually found Thier compartment near the back of the train and as luck would have it, it was the same very one that they had met in way back when in first year. They didn't know then that perhaps this would be the last time it was just the four of them, in that dinky compartment. If they had then maybe Peter Pettigrew wouldn't of buried his face in mountains if food, and somehow still have room for dinner In the Great hall later tonight. Perhaps if he knew Remus lupin wouldn't of let his heavy eyes droop shut at the impeding doom of the full moon tonight. The first day back and he was having to spend it in pitiful sleep and in a grotty room. And perhaps James and Sirius wouldn't of spent their time plotting yet another well thought out hex on Slytherin. But things simply were as they always had been, four best friend's who more like brother's really gearing up for another year of leaning, and shenanigans.

Word count : 3395

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know what think. What you didn't like and what you did, in the comments.

Untill next time Hollie xx

#books #wattpad #james potter #harry potter #fanfiction #jily #marauder's map #marauders #marauders era #lily evans #werewolf #witchcraft #angst #hogwarts #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #a change of heart

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itheriosarendi-blog · 5 years

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A Lesson in Madness.

(( Warning - vivid and violent imagery below the break line. ))

“How much of our time together do you remember? Truly? Accurately?”

“Please… please leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“Alone? No. You don’t want to be alone. You want me to go away. A targeted desire. But you think you can settle with absolute isolation. You’re wrong, of course. But you don’t know that.”

“K-k-kill me. END ME! End THIS!”

“That thought had crossed my mind. And others’. They think it would be a mercy. But I say you haven’t earned mercy. Nor the enlightenment I have offered you, but I don’t think you’re smart enough to grasp the latter. Even now you try to block it all out. Shall we remember? You and I? Together?”

“Alfred, come on, stop with that we’re trying to sleep here!”

Alfred craned his neck to look backwards, grinning ear to ear. Light flickered from his grizzled features. It was cast from a trio of flaming orbs moving swiftly between his hands. Despite being magically gifted, the man had his hobbies. Juggling was one of them.

“You know that’s not true. You two won’t be sleeping a wink tonight.”

“Fuck off! You’re gonna burn this whole forest down. Or bring the guards down on us!”

“Patrollers don’t come out this far, you know that. We’re clear until the next job.”

“And I want to stay that way.”

This voice was new. It belonged to another man, younger than Alfred or the pair he was arguing with. But it held confidence. Arrogance, most would say, but it was thus far proven. He took a seat across from Alfred, signalling a cutting motion across his throat. With an irritated grunt the orbs were extinguished. Now, only a dimly glowing pile of embers cast any light at all.

“You’re paranoid Nate.”

“Nathaniel.”

“How long have we known each other? Nate. You’re paranoid.”

“Careful. There’s a difference. The work we do, I don’t want anyone knowing us. Guard or otherwise. You should want the same thing.”

“Goblins, trolls, ogres, gnolls, they’re all gonna need warm bodies. Long as they do, we, AND OTHERS, are in work. No reason to be singled out.”

“And yet.”

Silence reigned. All present exchanged looks. None recognized this voice. Nathaniel was up first, a handaxe and blade now in hand.

“Mary, John, up and out. Game faces on. Alfred, light them.”

Growling and rustling heralded the once-humans leaving their tent, now each standing taller than their comrades. Bristling fur, claws the length of daggers, and bared teeth marked each clearly as curse-ridden Worgen. Alfred made a sweeping gesture with his arms, again manifesting flaming orbs which circled wide around the camp. Each one collided with an unlit torch posted in the dirt. Visibility was now an easy feat within the light, but Nathaniel had the irrational thought that the ring of light was smaller than he planned. That the darkness of night pressed in against it not as a passive nature, but with agency all its own.

“You have your considerations backwards, Alfred. Because you are not unique, does not mean you are not recognized. Merely that you weren’t a priority. Now, you are.”

All four of them flinched as a sharp whistle split the night air. At the same instant, a torch went out.

“People have noticed others missing. They’ve found out where they’re going. Funny, how they don’t take kindly to the abduction of strangers, let alone loved ones. Security of the group, I imagine. If they let it stand, it means their civilized ways mean nothing. Afford no security.”

Another whistle. Another torch snuffed.

“What is it? Where is it? What the hell good are you dogs if you can’t even see or smell like them!”

“Fuck off Nate! There’s nothing!”

“Denial? Adorable.”

Two more whistles. Three torches, set in a triangle about the four slavers, were all that remained. Nathaniel noticed just how close they’d all gotten to each other.

“Fuck it. Alfred, burn it down. We’re getting out of here.”

A maniacal smile split Alfred’s features.

“My pleasure. Enjoy fulmination, assho-URK!”

Nathaniel flinched as he turned. The sight was far more grizzly than the sound, though he had recognized it and its implications. Alfred wavered on unsteady legs. His tunic had a swiftly growing crimson stain. Blood poured from tears in the fabric in spurts timed to his heartbeat.

“John and Mary can hear it. I don’t think you can, Nathaniel. It’s slowing. Bum bum. Bum bum. Bum… bum. Bum… bum. Bum.”

A sharpened length of blackened material jutted from the mage’s chest. It appeared to be a spear, but not one of any make any of the remaining three recognized. As Alfred dropped to his knees, they realized that the situation was for more severe than it had first appeared. Glowing violet streaks strobed across his body, moving from all extremities to the spear. The man’s features began to sink into himself. No more breaths sputtered from bloodstained lips, as instead it seemed Alfred throat and jaw were collapsing in upon themselves.

“A bad death. Here, let me spare at least one of you from seeing it.”

Three sharp whistles, and utter blackness consumed the camp. Nathaniel whirled around, heart pounding in his chest.

“John can still see. So can Mary. How depressing. Or do they even care enough about him? Maybe this is simply a selfish fear for self-preservation. Let’s find out.”

Mary’s shrieking broke the silence. Nathaniel turned toward it, but some instinct made him step away rather than see to her. John’s furious howl followed.

“Oooh, that one stung. Self-preservation it was. THIS is more.”

“I’LL SHOW YOU MORE, MONSTER!”

Another howl and the telltale heavy thump of a Worgen’s charge. Nathaniel couldn’t see where John had gone. He didn’t even know where Alfred’s body was anymore. Feeling around in the dark, he eventually made his way to his pack. Nearby, he knew, were provisions. Taking as much as he could carry, the man fled. He knew it was the right choice when another whistle and a high-pitched whine reached his ears. Equally, Nathaniel knew it was too late when he heard the voice again.

“Just you and I now, Nate. I think I’ve earned the right to call you that. I know you as well as they did, after all. Better than you know yourself, perhaps. I can teach you if you like. Show you the parts of yourself you hide from. The truths you don’t want to face.”

“FUCK YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU!”

“I imagine if you found me you would try, yes. But you will find that more difficult than even before. You couldn’t hear Alfred’s heart slow, but you can hear yours speed up. The adrenaline. It’s not alone in your veins, you know. Not just it, and blood. A gift from me.”

As if by some incantation, Nathaniel froze. He had full control. He knew it. But something compelled him to stop. Eyes raked the darkness, picking out the vague shapes of tree trunks. But there was something else. Something…. There! A pair of eyes, dimly glowing in the dark.

“There’s a sense of satisfaction to telling someone they’ve ingested a hallucinogen. Some prefer to let it work in secrecy. Let their targets develop a growing sense of distrust for all they see. But I ask, why wait? First, you’ll think I’ve lied. Convince yourself you are the master of your mind and body.”

The eyes winked out, appearing again thirty paces to the left. But then... the right. Another set. And the original reappeared.

“A part of you will question if it could be true, however. It will doubt your every decision and perception. And over time, that part of you will grow.”

Suddenly the forest was alight. Dozens upon dozens of sets of eyes watched Nathaniel from all angles. He felt sweaty. His chest ached. His eyes stung. With a frustrated cry he charged forwards, blade and axe swinging wildly. But no matter how far he ran the eyes watched. Never closer. Never farther. He collapsed to his hands and knees after what felt like an hour, eyes screwed shut as he pressed his forehead against the forest floor. At that point, a realization struck him. The voice had been silent. An hour of peace. Slowly, Nathaniel dared to crane his neck upwards and open his eyes.

Blissful. Quiet. Dark. He’d escaped. He was free. Nathaniel began to laugh, though it quickly became a sputtering cough. He rose unsteadily, lurching a handful of steps forward to sit on a nearby tree stump. When he put his weight on it, however, the stump gave way. It was… soft. And wet? And… warm. The hairs of Nathaniel’s neck rose. He leaned closer, weapons falling free as he fumbled along the ground. Dread became horror as Alfred’s sunken, expressionless sockets, blood still trickling from their edges, stared back at Nathaniel. A rickety breath escaped the mages body. He was still alive. But how? That was…

“How long did you think had passed, Nate? Our time together has only just started. Moments to dispatch your friends. Just as long to watch you prance about. And I still have so many lessons to teach you. We’ve nearly seven hours before the sun rises. I imagine each might stretch as far as a day for you.”

“No… NO! NO NO NO! NOOOOOUAAARGH!”

Marshal Dughan looked down the cobbled road, a mug of coffee clutched in ungloved hands, just as he did every morning. He’d been awake for three hours already. Trouble sleeping. So he’d taken the post of the night watchmen early. A good thing, for if he hadn’t then the Marshal wouldn’t have seen the stumbling, jarring movements of an apparent drunkard approaching Goldshire. Setting the mug down on a fence post, Dughan stepped forward.

“Hold, friend! Having trouble?”

Curiosity became concern as the man looked his way. Dughan hadn’t seen an expression such as that before. An amalgamation of relief, betrayal, and desperation. The man all but sprinted toward Dughan. His approach was cause for alarm, but it was his appearance rather than pace which did so. Torn clothing, countless bleeding cuts and scratches, three missing fingers between both hands which he would later find out were chewed off, and a missing eye. Behind it all, though, he recognized the man. Dughan called out for other patrollmen. They intercepted the man.

“Take him in to the smithy. Make sure he’s stable, then clap him in irons and get him to Stormwond. Nate here is destined for the Stocks.”

Satisfied, the Marshal turned to reclaim his morning drink. It was no longer alone, however. Beside the post stood a tall, slender form. Clad in hues of purple trimmed in dull gold, skin ashen, eyes unblinking. Dughan didn’t think he’d ever really get used elvenkind, but the Void Elves were something else entirely. This one, however, he recognized. The Marshal approached as he thumbed behind his back.

“Wouldn’t believe who just walked into our hands.”

“Nathaniel Dumont. Wanted for counts of abduction and human trafficking, and complicit in the deaths of numerous Stormwind City Guardsmen, Darkshire Night Watchmen, and Westfall Brigadesmen.”

Dughan stopped several feet from the fence post, a mixture of suspicion and nervousness written across his features.

“This… was you?”

Itherios smiled, though the expression did not reach his glowing eyes.

“You put up a notice, Marshal. Offered reward. I’m here to collect. Doubled if alive, yes?”

Dughan looked back over his shoulder, just catching the patrollmen push Nathaniel through the doorway.

“Aye, doubled if alive. But the way he looks… I think I’d rather him dead.”

Itherios held his smile, head tilting to the side.

“That, Marshal, would be a new contract.”

“Is he still hollering?”

“Yeah. Hasn’t stopped screaming since we put him in a cell.”

“Anyone else in there?”

“None of the others will get anyone near him. Say they’d rather be overcrowded, pissin’ on each other than within spitting distance of him.”

“Shame. For all the trouble Dumont’s caused, seems his mind ain’t all there at the end of it.”

“Neither will mine be, if I have to spend another three days listening to him screaming. At this rate he’ll be dead before spending a week behind bars.”

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starkxsarcasm · 6 years

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Meta...ish...sorta

So I have debated writing about this for a while, because it will no doubt be polarizing for a lot of people, but with Infinity War about to come out of DVD,Blu-Ray and that good stuff and having seen a bunch of gifs surrounding this, I feel comfortable stating my thoughts. So just take it how you will and if you agree or disagree, that’s totally fine. But here it goes.

I have such mixed feelings about Tony/Pepper.

Allow me to explain, for this is not a new thing. In fact, I’ve felt this way since the first Iron Man. So let’s start from the beginning.

Iron Man 1

When we are first introduced to Pepper, I was 100% on board. She was classy and sassy, took no shit from anyone and was fiercely loyal to Tony.

I mean, look at this power girl. She knows Tony has important shit to do and can’t be bothered with awkward breakfasts or underhanded remarks from “Miss Brown” here. So, in the most classiest way, she basically tells her to GTFO, bitch. I loved it!

And then there first interaction. Oh my god, the cuteness!

Like, look at these two! They’re so cute! Pepper being the studious, responsible one, reminding the man-child Tony of all the stuff he has to do, all while Tony playfully flirts with her. Adorableness personified!

I mean, most of them in this movie is just so heartwarming! Tony hearing Pepper call his name while he’s being tortured, Pepper having cried when he came back, the little bicker they had when Tony wouldn't go to the hospital, how she stood by him even after he shut down his weapons manufacturing division when it would’ve been so easy to jump ship, the fun interaction with her helping change his arc reactor. I mean, guys, they were on a roll with this! I loved it!

Then came the first point of contention.

When Pepper finds out what Tony is doing, she tries to stop him and even tries to quit. Now I gave her the benefit of the doubt here, because what Tony was doing was kinda crazy. This was all before SHIELD and the Avengers, so him deciding to just superhero it up was obscenely dangerous. And, to her credit, she listens to him when he explains why he has to do this and does eventually help him download the files and stop Obadiah. All in all, this film was a great set up to their relationship and I so wish it continued on this path.

But alas, it did not. Then comes Iron Man 2

Iron Man 2

Okay, I’m gonna try not to rant too much on this one, but honestly, this part kinda gets me heated up. So, us as the audience are privy very early on to the fact that Tony is dying from palladium poisoning, spelled out by JARVIS who says, “The device keeping you alive is also killing you.” So like, whoa, holy shit! What’s Tony gonna do now?

So, in comes Pepper! Right off the bat yelling at Tony for donating their art collection.

Okay, fine. That was probably frustrating after all the time Pepper spent curating it, but...does she even stop to question why Tony is doing that? It’s clearly out of character, or else she wouldn’t be so shocked and mad. Remember, this is supposed to be one of the people who knows Tony best and yes, Tony hides his emotions and thoughts really badly, but this is a blatant sign that something is wrong. But her first reaction is to shout at him? Okay, that’s not gonna get him to tell you what’s going on. At all. If anything, it’s gonna make him retreat farther into his shell.

And another thing that kinda peeves me is she only chills out when Tony promotes her to CEO. Okay, yeah, huge promotion anyone would be happy about, but did she just forget that Tony is acting super out of character? That something might be seriously wrong?

Then the bit where Natasha/Natalie comes in and they sort of fall back into the goofy, cuteness argu-flirting during that scene, so I’m kinda like, “Okay, we’re back on track!”

Then...The Grand Prix

No, no, I’m sorry, but I’m with Tony here. What the hell was he supposed to do? Okay, being in the race was a last minute, reckless move but was he just supposed to run away? Let Vanko cut up more cars and hurt more people? Uh, no. That’s not who Tony is. People were in trouble, he wanted to help. And he gets yelled at for it.

Then the plane ride home.

Ding, ding, ding! Hello! I mean, does this guy need a giant flashing neon sign that reads “I’m not okay”? He is clearly acting super off in this scene, not wanting to go home, wanting to “be healthy” in Venice. He is practically holding himself back from completely losing it in front of her, and she doesn’t even notice? Okay, aftermath of a battle, nerves are frayed, I get it. But come on! It’s plainly obvious!

Hell, the first person Tony opens up to isn’t even Pepper, it’s Rhodey. The guy who realizes, “Hey, Tony is not okay. Let’s put aside all this bureaucracy BS for one second so I can find out what’s going on with my friend.” And him genuinely caring about that let’s Tony open up. Hell, he shows Rhodey the burnt out palladium. And yes, later they fight, but he trusted Rhodey in that moment to let him see him at his weakest.

I’m gonna skip the party scene a bit because I can honestly see both sides. Sure, Tony is acting a bit like a jackass and Pepper is tired, but again, this is still another red flag she just doesn’t catch.

And then the scene that really had me questioning this ship real hard.

Again, I get it I really do. She is frustrated and overworked. We’ve all been there But she doesn’t even try to listen to him. This is Tony Stark we’re talking about, a man who knows how to talk about his feelings about as well as a fish knows how to fly. And here he is, trying to explain everything that’s going on, stammering over his words and trying to explain his side and she just cuts him off, like nothing. This isn’t even an argument at this point, this is just shouting louder than someone else and refusing to hear them. This scene really rubbed me the wrong way. Tony doesn’t have anyone else at this point. Rhodey’s gone, his house is a wreck, Fury is just cryptic. He needs someone. And she just shuts him down, because she’d frustrated. Like, that is just so low to me.

But okay, the movie goes on, they have the battle at the Expo and Tony saves her. Got it, got it. Cool! The interaction on the roof was cool and the kiss was cute, but honestly...it was just more bickering? And the kiss, the more I think about it, doesn’t seem earned after all that’s happened above.

But okay! Maybe things will be better next movie, right? Wrong!

Iron Man 3

Now, I’m largely skipping The Avengers, because their interactions are limited and, for the most part, kinda cute. Even the little bicker with the 12% comment was kinda light and funny. They really did have nice interactions, cute moments of flirting and it even kinda made me sad that Tony couldn’t connect to Pepper before flying into space. Overall, I have no problem with them in the Avengers.

That’s not the case in Iron Man 3.

Now this section is largely gonna be void of pictures and too much ranting, because I’ve already gone over my least favorite scene in this meta here: http://starkxsarcasm.tumblr.com/post/169317464612/musings

But I’m still gonna touch on some things.

Okay, but for real. Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on here in this scene? Like, honestly. I’m lost. Pepper has just told Happy she’s been batting Killian off with a stick for years because he’s constantly asked her out. I think all girls can relate to that one guy who just won’t take no for an answer, so when I heard her tell Happy this, I was like, “Go, girl! Be that strong woman!”

But oh no, Killian’s turned..hot?! (I used that term loosely, because to me he looks like a bag of unflavored corn chips) But...seriously?! Because he’s cleaned up a bit, you’re suddenly all taken aback and all like, “You look great!” Girl, this was a creepy guy, creeping on you creepily for years! Now you’re letting him touch you and be all flirty without kicking him in the nuts?!

I’m totally on Tony’s side here! He has a right to be jealous, if this is how she acts towards some creep who got a five dollar makeover! To her credit, she turns down his proposal, but then acts all flustered and blushy when he leaves. What the hell, Pepper? What happened to that power girl who told “Miss Brown” to kindly fuck off?

And then the subsequent “I can’t sleep” through “Tinker with that” scene which....*deep breath* Yeah, if you wanna know my feelings on that, read the above linked meta post, because talking about it more is just gonna make me angry.

And, even after all that, even after Tony plainly explains he is not okay, the next scene with Maya is literally just Pepper taking potshots at Tony, calling Maya an “old girlfriend” and arguing with him about all that’s been going on. And yes, Tony was dumb threatening the Mandarin. Yes, Pepper has a right to be freaked out. But honestly, when is enough gonna be enough? He is trying to do the best he can, while also suffering from PTSD. Shouting at him is not going to help! I don’t know how many times I can say that before it sticks. Then the house collapses and she thinks Tony is dead and it’s sadness all around. She gets kidnapped again, Tony has to save her. Fast-forwarding because, again, I largely have no problem with these scenes. I even kinda like the “I got you.” “I got you first” line.

Then, when Tony finally does come to rescue her, first thing she does is call him a jerk. Um...okay? You’re welcome? He just fought through hell and back to get to you, but sure, “jerk” works, I guess. Then the mad scramble for Tony to go and get her followed by thinking she’s dead. Again, no problem with this bit, but that may be due to RDJ’s phenomenal acting during it, because damn, he sells it.

And then boom! She’s alive and we get some fairly cool kickass bits from her before it all settles down. Now one line that has always bugged me is the “And all your distractions?” Distractions? Like Tony said at the end, his suits are not distractions, they’re cocoons. When is she going to realize that? Also, no, “So are you going to get help for your PTSD and nightmares?” Nope, just “distractions.”

Not gonna go into Civil War, since Pepper isn’t in it, but if anyone wants to hazard a guess as to why they’re taking a break, *gestures to above text* take your pick!

And now for Homecoming and Infinity War

These I’m combining because the problem I have with the relationship now bleeds into both movies and here it is.

Is it just me or does Pepper seem bizarrely disinterested in marrying and having a family with Tony?

Think about it. When Happy pulls out the ring, she gets this look on her face like, “Uh, excuse me?” That may be from the fact that Happy had been carrying it around so long, sure, but then when Tony tries to defend it, she’s all, “I can think of something better.” Um...ouch.

Then in Infinity War, the line, “If you wanted a kid, you wouldn’t have done that.” Speaking, of course, to his new arc reactor. But...what does that have to do with anything? Pepper, after all this time, is still riding Tony’s ass about being Iron Man and helping save the world and her, and is holding the fact that he wants a kid over his head, almost in revenge. Like, “Well, you chose this, so no kid for you!” And she constantly shoots down talks about a kid and the wedding and just....did you take the ring or not, honey?! What is your issue?

Again, I know this will be polarizing for people, and you’re not stupid or wrong if you like the ship, but guys, I’m gonna be honest. I’m kinda just over it. It started off with such promise and just degraded into unpleasant arguments, ignoring when Tony needs help, and constant “yes, no” backs and forth conversations.

It’s just not a fun ship for me anymore. I wish it was.

#loooooong #meta #ish #pepperoni #slight #infinity war spoilers #my thoughts #anti pepperony

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To You And Your Kin

pairing: destiel rating: M word count: 5513 for: @dirtymish who sent me this amazing prompt:

Cas dies a month before Christmas. He's given the chance to become a Christmas Angel if he can convince a stranger (Dean, who hates Christmas) to believe in the Christmas spirit. So Cas is given time on Earth to interact with Dean but Cas never counted on falling in love with Dean.

notes: I changed the timeline a little bit, Cas died in the first week of December!

I hope you guys like it as much as I loved writing it!

The lights around the bars on his hospice bed are the last thing Cas sees. The soft tune of jingle bells floating in and out of his ears is the last thing that Cas hears. The soft flannel of the Nativity bed sheets underneath his fingers is the last thing he feels. Everything’s dimming. Everything’s fading. And Castiel is okay with that. He’s okay… with...

Suddenly white light blinds his vision and no matter how hard he tries to close his eyes, to bring up his arm, to block out the dimming, it doesn’t fade. It goes on for what seems like eternity before it’s cut as abruptly as it began.

“Hello, Castiel.” a voice says at his bedside. Castiel doesn’t need to know who it is, he’s heard that voice too many times since his diagnosis, but he turns his face anyway.

Death sits to the left of Castiel’s hospital bedside, slipping nonchalantly on what appears to be a blue icee.

Castiel squints. “I thought.. I…”

“Mm, yes,” Death hums, “It is technically your time, Castiel, you’re right.”

“Then.. why?”

Putting down the icee on the bedside table, Death folds his bony fingers over the handle of his cane. “Let’s just say, I’ve… taken an interest.”

“In me?” Castiel asks skeptically. After years of visits, certainly Death would have told him about anything untoward that would be expected of him when he died.

“Yes, Castiel.” Dean affirms. “You see, there’s something that you can do for me. If you want.” Death’s grim eyes meet Castiel’s.

“What is it?”

“There’s a man,” Death begins, removing himself from the chair and standing over Castiel. “His name is Dean Winchester.”

Who? “I don’t know who that is.”

Death shakes his head. “No, no, you wouldn’t.” “Then what does he have to do with me?”

“Oh, everything, Castiel,” Death scorns, “If you’ll take my offer.”

Death just shrugs his thin shoulders. “You see, you will go to heaven and live life in your predetermined paradise, just like everyone else.” Then after a beat, “But I have a sneaking suspicion that an ex marine wouldn’t take too kindly to the simple answer.”

That makes Castiel grit his teeth, because of course Death’s right. Castiel doesn’t want to go to heaven. Fuck, after what he’s been through and what he’s done he was almost certain that he was going to hell.

“What do you need me to do?” Castiel challenges, earning him a smug smirk from the entity towering above him.

“Dean Winchester has forgotten what it means to have the Christmas spirit.” A polite smile of gangly teeth. “Remind him of what that is before Christmas morning and you will become a Christmas Angel.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll live the simple life. Boring old paradise.” Death folds his lips into a thin line. “Yes or no, Castiel?”

There is no contest.

“Yes.”

The house is a lot homeier than Castiel had expected. The windows are decorated with Christmas stickers, the lights from the christmas tree illuminate those windows, and despite the snow on the ground and the bitter wind, Castiel can feel the warmth coming from the house by just looking at it. It’s funny really. For a man who has such a reputation of disliking Christmas, he seems to have performed well for the spirit of it.

How ironic, Castiel thinks. The halo pendant on the necklace Death gave him presses into his palm as he squeezes it in a fist. It’s a reminder of what he’s here to do. This man needs his help, Death didn’t specify other than that Dean Winchester needs to be reminded of what the meaning of Christmas is by the twenty-fifth. That’s all he has to go on, but goddamn it, it’s enough. It’s orders. Castiel can deal with orders.

Taking a deep breath, Castiel raises his fist to knock on the door. He lightly raps his knuckles against it a few times and waits. It’s not long before he hears shuffling coming towards the door, and Castiel bites the inside of his cheek.

“Sammy, I told you I-” A voice says, presumably Dean Winchester, as the door swings open.

Castiel’s breath hitches.

This is bad. Death didn’t explain that Dean is attractive. Castiel has had attraction to men before, but never like this. Never this visceral at first sight. Shit.

The man before him cuts off his sentence before frowning. “Who are you?” To civilian eyes, the movements of Dean’s shoulders and posture tightening would have been missed, but Castiel’s trained eyes notice a soldier when the see one.

Castiel offers a kind smile. “Hello, I’m Castiel. I just moved up the street.” Lie. “I’m making an effort to meet my neighbors to get into the Christmas spirit.”

“Huh.” Dean shrugs. “Sorry, pal, doubt you’ll find any bible babies ‘round here.”

Castiel cocks his head to the side. “Sorry?”

Dean purses his lips. “Just warning you. Not a lot of folks around here appreciate being preached at, okay?” And then he shuts the door in Castiel’s face.

Well.

At least there’s a starting point.

After a week of observing Dean Winchester through the lens of the omniscient view of angels, Castiel learns quite a lot about him. He learns that Dean works at a nine-to-five job as a business man. He learns that his parents died when he was young and he was raised by a man named Bobby. He learns that Dean has a younger brother, Sam, whom he would lay his life down for.

The most interesting thing about him to Castiel, though, is the fact that Dean has no made an effort to see them during this holiday season. Before Castiel died, all he wanted to do was be around his family, especially during this time of the year. There was no where else he’d rather be than his sister Anna’s annual potluck surrounded by friends and family. So, why is Dean making an effort not to contact his when it is so evident that he has strong connections with them?

It’s all been getting a little concerning for Castiel and now that he’s ready to try to see Dean again, he ropes the talisman over his head. As the halo rests against his body, he feels himself begin to tether to the earth again. Castiel checks his mental calendar. It’s the 17th. He has eight days. He can do this.

Step by step, he marches his way up to the doorstep of Dean Winchester’s home once more. He knocks just the same as he did before and waits.

This time, he’s surprised to see that it is no Dean who answers the door. Instead it’s a much taller man, with shaggy brown hair. The shape and slope of his face are similar to Dean’s so Castiel reasons this must be Sam.

Sam greets him much more warmly than Dean did. “Hey, can I help you?”

Castiel returns the grin. “Is Dean around by any chance? I have something for him.” He pats his coat pocket for emphasis.

“Oh yeah,” Sam laughs, “He’s just getting a shower. Do you want wait for him inside?” Sam opens the door as an invitation and Castiel gladly accepts, stepping into Dean Winchester’s home for the first time.

Being inside confirms the feeling of what Castiel had noticed the first time. Everything about the house is in impeccable Christmas celebration, but there is something missing. There is no heart in the decorations. It feels fake and plastic, looking at it this close. Something is definitely amiss, and Castiel is going to make sure to find out what.

“So have you lived in the neighborhood long…?” He hears Sam say from behind him.

“Castiel.” He answers, examining the decorations adorning the Christmas tree.

“Castiel, right, so? Have you?”

Castiel shakes his head. “I only moved here last week.”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up. “Huh. So what brings you here?”

A smile plays on Castiel’s lips. “I thought Dean could use some Christmas cheer.”

That causes Sam to bark out a laugh. “Good luck, with that, Castiel.”

Castiel feigns a frown. “Why would you say that?”

“Trust me.” is all Sam says before making his way over to the kitchen and grabbing what appears to be a beer from the refrigerator.

Before Castiel can say anything else, Dean is sauntering into the room. Castiel can’t help but notice that how the ragged jean’s he’s wearing hug his thighs, or how his legs bow out. He swallows back his thoughts and meets Dean’s accusing eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Dean all but growls. “I thought I told you nobody wants any bible preachers here?”

“Dude,” Sam scolds, his brows pinching, “He’s here to give you a present. Take a chill pill once in awhile.”

Dean sighs, defeated, before meandering over to his couch where he promptly drops himself. “Yeah, okay, fine. Whatever. What’s going on?”

Rolling his eyes, Castiel hands over a wrapped gift. It’s small, but it hold value over almost anything in the entirety of creation, according to Death.

Opening it, Dean looks puzzled when he sees what it is. The amulet looks like a small human head with ram horns. It appears small, but even Dean seems to feel its momentous power, as his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. Then, suddenly his eyes grow cold and angry.

“Where did you get this?” He almost yells, standing abruptly up from his seat. His accusatory gaze bores into Castiel like a drill set on fire.

“What do you mean?” Castiel counters back innocently. “I got it at a pawn shop!”

Dean’s shoulders are shuddering and if this were a cartoon, Castiel is sure there would be smoke coming out of Dean’s ears.

“Dean, relax,” Sam clamps a hand around Dean’s bicep. “I’m sure they made more of them. Cas probably just found another copy.”

“No! Bobby said this was unique! Rare!” Dean bellows. “There is no way that he could have gotten this without going through Dad’s shit.”

Castiel blanks. He didn’t know any of this. All he was told was that the amulet was the strongest tool used to find God in the universe. Death had given it to him, and Castiel assumed that he’d always had it. Kind of like his white ring, or the halo pendant. Castiel never guessed that the Winchesters had it first.

Without thinking, Castiel rips off the pendant from his neck. He barely catches the look of shock that comes over the brother’s faces at his sudden dissolvement, before he feels the lull of the pull up to heaven’s clouds.

Over several nights, Castiel sours the Winchester’s history in search of any information that may be of import to understand Dean Winchester’s hesitancy towards the Christmas holiday. As he searches through years and years of Dean Winchester’s life, he falls a little bit more in love. It feels as if Dean is telling him the story of his life as he learns how Dean practically raised Sam from a young age, practically from infancy. He learns that Dean has never had anyone stay by his side romantically for more than a year, the longest being Lisa Braeden, which ended in heartbreak. He longs to comfort Dean as he goes through the memories of Dean’s losses but remains impressed at Dean’s strength and resilience, especially after losing half of his men in an ambush during his final tour in Afghanistan.

It’s not until Castiel comes across the date that fits everything together.

On December 23rd, 1982 Dean’s home caught fire, where his mother died and his father never recovered. Dean never really felt Christmas after that.

“Oh Dean…” Castiel’s soul weeps for him. And it’s on December 23rd that he makes his next appearance. If Dean Winchester has lost faith in the purpose of Christmas because of this event, then there is only one thing that Castiel can do for him.

Castiel knows what it is like to lose ones close to your heart. If Castiel hadn’t led his men across that field, then perhaps his friends would still be alive, perhaps he would still be alive. After weeks in hospice, Castiel learned that the best way to heal from a traumatic event was to talk it out. From how Dean Winchester was raised, he surmises that Dean Winchester never had the chance to talk about the accident that killed his mother.

He settles the halo pendant over his neck again and lets himself be pulled back down to the corporeal earth. He stretches his limbs and shakes himself before turning to look at Dean Winchester’s home again. If Castiel hadn’t believed it was fake cheer before, the feeling of dread that seems from the house would have alerted him immediately. There is something off about the way the smoke rises from the chimney and the tune of We Wish You A Merry Christmas drifts along through the wind.

Mustering up his will, Castiel trudges over to Dean Winchester’s door for the third time. He knocks.

The Dean that opens up the door is a Dean that Castiel should have expected. He is clearly intoxicated, with a bottle of beer in his hand and a staggered walk.

Castiel meets his shifting gaze steadily.

“Whatta you want?” Dean slurs angrily, clearly no drunk enough to forget Castiel.

Castiel clears his throat. “I think I can help you.”

“Fuck off, Bible Guy,” Dean spits, trying to shut the door. No, Castiel thinks as he wedges his foot between the door and the threshold.

“I’m here to help, Dean.” he tries to reassure Dean, but all he’s met with is the same contempt and anger as his previous visits.

All he gets is an angry shake of Dean’s head. “You're just gonna tell me that it all get better! Well guess what buddy, nothing gets better!” And he takes a swig of his beer. Oh, Dean… Castiel presumes that this is a particularly difficult moment to be stepping in, but he’s come this far and he’s no going to leave until his mission is complete. Tonight he is going to make Dean happy about Christmas again. He surmises that there can only be one way to do that: tell the truth.

“What will get better, Dean?” Asking this man these questions in this state is just going to make him angrier, but as they say it has to get worse before it gets better.

“Nothing!” Dean curses. “Nothing gets better!”

Castiel frowns in pity. “Is this about your mother?”

Dean narrows his eyes. “How the fuck do you know about her?”

Carefully taking out the halo pendant, Castiel lets Dean see it. “I’m a guardian angel. I’m here to help.”

Dean’s eyes widen a smidge before they grow cold again. “Fuck you.” He turns away from Castiel and stalks down the hallway. “I’m not drunk enough for this shit!” Before Dean can get too far down the hallway, Castiel runs after him and grabs his forearm. Dean tries to yank it away. “Get off of me!”

Castiel maintains his grip. “I’m not lying, Dean. You know I’m no.” They both know that Dean saw him take off the pendant and disappear right before Dean’s eyes the last time he was here. By the way that Dean looks at him, Castiel is certain Dean remembers. There is no other explanation.

“Do you want me to show you again?” He asks calmly. He’s just met with a heavy stare filled with discontent and hostility. He sighs. Taking the pendant in his hand again, he gently tugs until he feels the clasp release and the necklace fall off. The expression of complete and utter astonishment crosses Dean’s face. And Before Castiel is drawn back into the sky, he quickly reattaches the necklace.

“See?” He holds out his arms to steady the man in front of him. Dean’s mouth has dropped open and his eyes are wide. “Do you need to sit down?” No giving, him a chance to answer, Castiel guides his charge over to where the couch is. He grabs Dean’s shoulders and slowly sits him down before taking a seat next to him.

For god knows how long, all Castiel does is steady himself for what Dean is about to say or do. He waits patiently as Dean’s green eyes absorb what happened before them. He counts the freckles that dust over Dean’s cheek bones and he’s almost done counting them when Dean says, “Holy shit…”

Castiel can only nod in agreement.

Dean turns his head slowly to meet Castiel’s gaze and for the first time this evening, he appears to be sobering. Dean huffs, eyes still wide as saucers. “So you’re a…” Dean’s throat clicks.

“An angel, yes…” Castiel nods.

Dean’s eyes scan Castiel from top to bottom as if he doesn’t believe that Castiel is even real. This is proven when Dean delicately reaches up and drags his fingers across Castiel’s jaw line as if Castiel is going to disappear right before his eyes again. His touch is gentle, a caress. Soon his other hand reaches up as well and does the same thing on the other side of Castiel’s face, his eyes filling with wonder as he registers the brevity this all. His fingers trace the contours of Castiel’s face, memorizing, and when those brilliant green eyes meet his, this time full cognitive and understanding, Castiel’s breath catches in his throat.

He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, Dean’s hands cupping his face and their eyes boring into one another. All Castiel is aware of is their lack of personal space and the thought that this is beyond what he is supposed to be doing in this moment. He’s supposed to be convincing Dean of the meaning of Christmas again, no trying his damndest to drop his gaze down to Dean’s lips and kiss him. He’s dead. Dean’s alive. He needs to focus.

“Angel…” Dean whispers, one hand drops to Castiel’s halo pendant. Castiel barely catches Dean’s eyes drop to his lips. But then Dean’s focus turns to the simple halo and the spell is broken. Castiel can breath again.

He swallows and watches Dean turn the small, thin ring over in his palm. “It is a talisman.”

Dean looks up. “A what now?”

“It tethers me to the earth, makes me able to be touched.” Castiel explains, a soft smile spreading over his face. A blush darkens Dean’s cheeks for a reason beyond Castiel and he ducks his head.

“Why’re you here?” Dean questions softly.

A heavy sigh flows out of Castiel’s lungs. “I’m here to help you.”

“Help me what?”

Castiel takes Dean’s chin in one palm and raises his face again. “Enjoy Christmas again.”

A frown pulls down on Dean’s mouth again and he pulls away from Castiel, leaning back into the couch. “How can you do that?” Castiel shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

Dean laughs.

“But I know that I will.” When Castiel served, there was no mission that he did not complete. This will be no different, no matter how stubborn Dean Winchester may be.

Dean takes another swing of his beer before placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Folding his arms across his chest, Dean levels with him again. “How do you know that?”

Castiel rises to his challenge. “I’ve never not completed a mission.”

Another harsh laugh. “So I’m a mission now?”

“If you want to see it that way,” Castiel reasons, “But do no misunderstand, I’m doing this for you, Dean. I’m trying to help you.”

“And why would an angel want to help me?”

Castiel frowns and presses forward, arms bent at his knees as he looks closer at Dean Winchester. His face is lined with stress, but around his eyes pigeon toe laugh-lines are starting to form. His cheeks are full and Castiel knows that there has been many happy moments in Dean Winchester’s life. It is only around this time that he needs help remembering how important he is.

“Because you deserve help, Dean.” Castiel measures his gaze with Dean’s, ready to argue against Dean’s worth, but the fight from Dean never comes. Dean just sighs and rests his head against the back of the couch, exposing the line of his throat. Castiel tries not to focus on the submissive gesture but he can’t help but imagining that neck under his mouth, caused by Dean Winchester rolling underneath him.

His mouth goes dry at the fantasy, but he forces himself to remain focused on the present, reminding himself that he is going to be leaving in two days. There is no time to lose.

“It was my fault…” Dean chokes out, still staring at the ceiling.

Castiel inches closer to him, folding his elbow over the edge of the couch and resting his head in his palm next to Dean, their bodies parallel to each other.

“What was?” Castiel whispers, encouraging Dean to continue. “The fire…” Dean clicks. “The one that… uh… killed my mom…”

“How was that your fault?” Castiel furrows his brow and drops a soothing hand to the crown of Dean’s forehead, starting to softly card his fingers through Dean’s short hair. He feels Dean lean into the touch.

Dean clenches his eyes shut. “I had forgotten to unplug the christmas tree.” A tremor seems to shake him and his lips begin to quiver. “She told me to unplug it and I didn’t. I liked the lights.” He sucks in a broken breath. Castiel coos and draws Dean into his arms, letting Dean’s head fall into the crook of his neck. “I went to bed and the next thing I know there’s a fire. Smoke everywhere. My dad is carrying me out of my room with my brother in his arms.” He shudders again. “When the fire trucks came, I still hadn’t seen my mom. I just thought that she was talking to the firefighters.” It doesn’t occur to Castiel that Dean is crying until this moment. He squeezes him and starts carding through his hair again. “It wasn’t until we were on our way to Bobby’s without her that I understood.” Another tremor. “I killed my mom, Cas.”

Castiel shakes his head violently and clutches Dean to him. “No, no, no. You did not. You were a child, Dean.” He pulls away from him and clasps Dean’s face between his palms. “Look at me, Dean.” Dean takes in a shaking breath before opening his eyes to return Castiel’s stare. “Repeat this after me: I was a child.”

Dean gulps. “I… was a child.”

“I did nothing wrong.”

Tears slip down Dean’s cheeks. “I did nothing wrong.”

Castiel presses close so their noses brush. “I am loved.”

“I am loved.” Dean’s breath dances over Castiel’s cheeks.

“I have a family.” Castiel enforces.

“I have a family.” The confidence in Dean’s voice grows.

Fingers wrap around the bolt of Dean jaw. “That’s what Christmas is all about.”

Dean catches his breath and the tears are no longer flowing. “That’s… what… Christmas is all… about.”

Castiel doesn’t realize his eyes have closed until he pries them open. Green fills his vision as Dean stares back with an intensity Castiel could feel rolling off of him. Both of their chests are puffing, their bodies pressed tightly together. Tingles start shooting up Castiel’s spine as he realizes just how little room they have between them, how close Dean’s mouth is to his own.

Dean must be thinking the same thing because his gaze dips down to Castiel’s mouth for the second time that night. Alarms ring in Castiel’s brain about how this isn’t a good idea, that getting attached to Dean will only end in heartbreak for the both of them, but when Dean reaches behind Castiel’s neck and starts leaning in, the alarms fizzle out into nothing.

The first press of Dean’s lips to his makes him dizzy. It’s been so long since he’s been kissed and even longer since he’s been in love. He knows that is stupid to say, but as he returns the kiss with enthusiasm, Dean opening up underneath him, Castiel knows it’s love. There is no other way to explain ho his chest burns as he parts Dean’s lips with his tongue. There is no other way to explain the weight on his heart as he slips into Dean’s mouth. He’s been attracted before, but there is no other explanation for the intensity in which he feels his body fitting with Dean’s like a missing puzzle piece.

When he slots a thigh between Dean’s and starts to slowly rock them together, Castiel knows that he has never felt pleasure this intense before. After spending so much time getting to understand Dean Winchester through his memories and through his conversation tonight, Castiel knows that he’s in love. Who’s to say how soon is too soon to say you’re in love. After all, it is common knowledge that he always has a little too much heart.

The feel of Dean erection pressing against his thigh causes him to gasp against Dean’s mouth. He gently slides his hips down again and feels Dean groan against his mouth the same time lighting shoots up Castiel’s spine. They start to gently rut together, no even bothering to take their clothes off. At this point in time, Castiel can’t find it within himself to give two shits about his clothes.

They continue like this for a while. Pleasure shoots up and down Castiel as his thrusts become less soft, and soon enough he and Dean are meeting each other thrust for hard thrust, panting against each other’s mouths. It’s Dean who comes first, his mouth parted in a gasp. The feeling of the pulse of his dick as he comes is enough for Castiel to reach his own climax, his cock shooting out as he comes hard against Dean’s thigh.

Careful no to collapse on top of Dean, Castiel sags down with as much restraint as he can, resting his forehead on the side of Dean’s neck. He breathes in his smoky scent and knows that he is truly fucked.

There is no possible scenario that ends with them both being happy. The acknowledgement of the fact that he is dead sends Castiel’s blood running cold. It doesn’t matter if he loves Dean. He’s dead. Now that Dean Winchester has been reminded of what Christmas means, he just has to believe it. After that, Castiel’s work will be done and he will have to leave. He’ll never see Dean again.

Clearing his face of his inner turmoil, Castiel pushes himself off of Dean, only grimacing slightly at the feeling of cooling come running against his thigh.

Sitting up and avoiding Dean’s eyes, Castiel says plainly, “You should call, Sam.”

He hears Dean shuffle. “Sam? What for?”

“I think it would be best if you spent tomorrow together.” Castiel turns to Dean and smiles ruefully, attempting to reign in the sudden onslaught of sadness in his veins. “Christmas is about family, so please, enjoy your Christmas with your brother. You deserve it.”

Dean’s blissed features start to sober. Castiel can tell that Dean’s noticed the change in mood, but he doesn’t comment on it. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll call him.” Dean smiles and Castiel decides it’s time to take his leave. He’ll watch over the next night to make sure his message rings true.

As Castiel lifts his hands to the pendant with the intention of pulling it off, Dean’s hands come over his. “Whoa whoa, hey, man!” Dean says, his eyebrows pinching together. “Where are you goin’?”

Castiel wants to cry. “My mission is done, Dean.” Its simple, but it breaks his heart to say.

Dean’s lips press into a hard line and he casts his gaze down. “Right…”

Castiel feels his own lips quiver. “I’m sorry, Dean.” He voice cracks.

“Me, too, Cas.” Dean’s throat works and Castiel can’t deny himself one last kiss. He cups Dean’s face and presses their lips, the salt of his tears mingling with their mouths.

“Thank you.” He whispers one last time before he plucks the pendant off of his neck.

There’s just enough time to watch Dean raise his hands to his lips after opening his eyes to find Castiel gone. A heartbroken frown breaks over his face and Castiel hurts as he is tugged back up to his spot in heaven.

Sam Winchester makes it to Dean’s place at around seven the following evening. Castiel watches as he and Dean orient themselves around each other for probably the first time during this specific holiday season. At first, it seems awkward and Castiel laughs at Dean’s fumbling but soon the brothers set a good pace for themselves and settle in for Christmas Eve.

Soon, their surrogate father Bobby arrives too, with his wife, their daughter, and their daughter’s girlfriend Charlie. Sam had invited them as a surprise for Dean and in true form, Dean is ecstatic to have them in his home. The decorations adorning Dean’s home begin to come alive with energy they never had before. Music began drifting out from the house as Dean sings his favorite holiday tunes. Despite his desire to join them, Castiel’s heart fills with joy for the man that he fell for so quickly.

“Castiel.” Death’s voice comes from over his shoulder as he gazes down at the scene. He doesn’t pay him much attention.

Dean’s joyous laughter followed by his family’s echoes through to Castiel’s seat. His words worked, Dean Winchester has accepted that Christmas is about family. He’s surrounded by them right now, laughing and being merry. Catching up on all of the things he’s been missing since he was seven years old. Castiel’s work is done.

“How does it work?” he asks Death.

The brittle form of Death looks down on him. “Becoming a Christmas angel?”

Castiel nods, no meeting Death’s eyes.

“Oh it’s really quite simple.” Dean explains, “I will take the halo around your neck and sear it into your chest.”

“And then?”

“And then the halo will become part of you. You will be sent to Earth once more to spread the joy of Christmas.” Castiel whips his head up. “What?”

Death just grins. “Have you ever seen the people on Christmas doing the work of God? They are not always easy to spot. Some of them are feeding abandoned dogs. Some are telling stories to orphans. Some are serving in soup kitchens.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” Castiel croaks.

Death places a boney hand on his shoulder. “Castiel, Christmas angels are all around. They pass through the daily lives of humans each and everyday, spreading their given message of Christmas.”

“What does this mean?” Castiel asks, his being stuttering.

Death gazes down at him, unimpressed. “It means Castiel, that you are a Family Angel. A Christmas tree topper with the purpose of spreading love through the connections of kin.” Death looks over at Dean Winchester. “That man was the lowest believer in the family aspect of Christmas.” He turns back to Castiel. “Because you have convinced him, it is pertinent that you take this post being offered.”

Castiel scrambles to understand. “So I will be on Earth again?”

Dean nods.

“I can talk to humans. I can be friends with them?”

Death inclines his head. “As long as you keep to your purpose, there should be no problem.”

“I can go home?”

Dean smirks. “Yes, Castiel. If you take my offer, you may return to Dean Winchester.”

Relief floods through him and if he had a body, he is sure that he would have collapsed. There has never been better news than this. He musters up himself and meets Death’s eyes.

“I accept your offer.” Castiel braces himself as Death’s hand covers the pendant.

“This may sting.” Death warns. “Good luck, Castiel.”

In perspective, the pain is miniscule. It does nothing to override the feeling of complete joy in his bones as they form and his being drops to earth once more.

The breeze the catches his skin alters him to his corporeal form and he nearly cries. He glances around until he find Dean Winchester’s house. The next thing he know’s he’s running for his life towards the door. He hardly gets the chance to knock before the door is thrown open.

Chest heaving, he comes face-to-face with Dean Winchester.

Dean’s face is hard but his eyes are pleading. “Are… you going to leave again?” There’s a desperate tilt to his voice that matches the fire within Castiel’s chest.

Castiel shakes his head violently, no trusting his words. Reading his message loud and clear, Dean rushes forward. They meet in the middle in a passionate embrace. Castiel doesn’t register that he’s crying until Dean captures his mouth with his own and the taste of salty tears leaks through.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.” Castiel whispers against his lips. Dean crushes him to his chest and they remain like that until Sam drags them both inside.

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