#(Like. For Fuck's Sake I even finished Evening Refractions)

[bookwormscififan]

Reflected Refractions, Chapter 10

I Confess My Confusion

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Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

A/N: First fic update of the new year gotta be demon AU. Some confessions happening here, and some hints too ~

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“Mare, Night was wondering if you had any—what the hell is that?” Phantom’s casual statement turned into a shocked yell when he noticed the red mark on Mare’s collarbone, standing in the doorway with wide eyes before his twin ushered him inside the lab and closed the door.

“Please don’t,” Mare whispered, self-consciously tugging at the collar of his flannel shirt. “What was Night wondering? I haven’t finished making the flash grenades, but I got some hypotheses done for means of travel.”

“You let him bite you?” Phantom paused when Mare glared at him, shrugging apologetically before adjusting his waistcoat. “Sorry, no, Night was wondering about those hypotheses… did it hurt?”

“Fuck’s sake, Phan.” Mare ran his hand over his face with a groan before moving to sit in his chair. “Alright, fine. We’re doing this now, then. No, it didn’t hurt. He didn’t force me in any way, in fact, I asked him to. Nothing further happened because he was too embarrassed that Jackie interrupted.”

“But you wanted things to go further?”

“I—” Mare started to answer, but then paused. What was the answer? Did he want things to have gone further? Why did the thought make something warm settle in his gut? “I just wanted to keep kissing him. I liked it.”

“What was it like?” Phantom cleared his throat before looking at his brother, cheeks bright red. “Kissing him. How did it feel?”

Mare hesitated a moment, his own cheeks dusting red, but when he saw no sign that Phantom was mocking him, he leaned back with a crooked smile. “It feels… wonderful.”

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“It’s like hell opened up to swallow me whole, but I jumped in with open arms. His lips are so soft, and they fit against mine like they were made to be there. And when he holds me, it’s like the world just melts away, and it’s just the two of us. Nothing seems to matter when he’s near me, and if he tried to kill me, I think I’d tear the world apart to change his mind.”

“Gods, you’re obsessed,” Jackie muttered, tossing Mad a smile when the demon glared at him. “You kissed and marked him, and you’re talking like he’s your mate or something. I don’t think humans can kiss like that.”

Mad looked at Jackie, hesitating a moment before reaching out to touch his arm and gasping as his eyes flashed green before fading into a soft pink. “Tell me about Mare’s twin,” he stated, watching as Jackie started, cheeks flushing when he saw Mad’s hand on him.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jackie stammered, pulling his arm away from Mad even as his cheeks darkened. “I don’t know anything about his brother, but even if I did, why would you want to know?”

“You’re jealous of my feelings for Mare,” Mad began, eyes flashing green for a moment before returning to their natural amber colour. “And when you think of Phantom, there’s a bit of attraction there.”

“I… don’t know why I feel this way,” Jackie confessed, seeming to shrink into his chair. “I never thought I’d feel like this toward humans, you know? And now… it’s like he put a spell on me when he touched my arm. I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“You did human genetics, right?” Mad asked, noting Jackie’s flustered nature to talking about Phantom and deciding to change the subject. “What can you tell me about the connection between the twins?”

“Twins are strange,” Jackie started, pulling a small, well-used notebook from his hoodie pocket to consult his notes. “I mean, the humans’ process of existence is confusing, but twins are strange in that they don’t have a proper ‘connection’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers as he spoke, flipping through the pages before looking at Mad. “It’s sort of like an emotional or spiritual synchronisation? Mare will feel like something’s off if Phantom was seriously hurt, and I assume it’d be worse if one of them was killed.”

“Is there anything that seems… different about those two?”

“Like, what kind of different? What do you know, Madsy?” Jackie watched Mad fiddle with a loose chain on his belt, leaning forward to place a hand on his knee. “Are you sensing something?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Mad mumbled, dropping the chain and pinching his palm. “Just… their scent is so different from the other humans. I’ve never met anyone like them before. I feel… some strange connection to them somehow.”

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[redhawtriot]

Grey Area (Todoroki x Jealous Reader)

@sassmastermeg I hope I am doing this right... I have never sent in a story request before... I was wondering if you could do Todoroki - 6. "For fucks sake! Stop leading me on!" 9. "When I think if my future it always has you in it." And Midoriyia - 49. "Woah, you just met them." 42. "I heard that you like me." If you can't do both, I would be happy with just Todoroki. :)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

Thanks for letting me be your first!!! ❤️❤️❤️I wrote the Izuku one too, and I’ll post it in a second, but I need to proofread(ish) it first. 

Anyway this is just a little over 1,000 words, but it is still much shorter than what I have been able to do recently, so thank you so much for helping me become a better writer, sassmastermeg!

HnM💕

Your life had seemed to be a muddled mess of grey ever since the day that you were born. When you were created, it was as if the one in charge of your invention decided that they were gonna pull the funniest gag in the universe that day.

The joke? They gave you a quirk which would allow you to manipulate refracted light as it bounced off objects and manipulate condensed forms of said light to any shape you wanted.

Wait for it...

You could effectively steal the color off a limited number of objects and shape the vibrant light into an attack, or shield, or whatever the hell you felt like really. You would use the beautiful rays to fold your laundry on Sundays, or start the shower for you before you got in, or even make Mineta “taste the rainbow” when he was being an intolerable little shit.

Haha Wait, this is the good part—the punch line!

You were totally color blind. You couldn’t see any of that shit. None of the colors that you would steal or pass by would ever be known by your eyes. Hahaha! funny, right!?

Fucking. Hilarious…

Whoever created you with that twisted sense of humor sure as hell seemed to think so.

 “Y/N?” Todoroki called out to you as he paused his hand from stroking the top of your head.  

You lifted your head off his lap, where you lazily rested it, to look up at him from the movie that you two were sharing with each other, “Hmm?” You took in his beautiful, indifferent, colorless expression.

“Would you like to study with us later this afternoon?” he questioned as you grabbed his warm palm from atop your head and laced your fingers around it.  

You knew very well who the other part of this “us” was, and while a part of you wanted to show up and drive a platonic wedge in between them, another part of you knew that you would probably just feel like a third wheel and get your feelings hurt… again.

“No thanks…” you concluded with a much more resentful tone than you had meant. You quickly covered your ill-feelings with a more playful afterthought, “I think I’ll leave the study dates up to you two braniacs,” you smiled up at him.

 “Very well,” he simply agreed before you two began watching the movie again—or at least tried to.

Your thoughts seemed to drift into other areas. The grey area to be exact.

You knew that you had no business being so possessive over a boy who was not technically yours. Todoroki was still fair game, after all. The two of you were by no means a legitimate item—just a couple of friends who watched old movies in black and white, and occasionally held hands when it was cold outside, and stole lingering glances at one another, and waited at the end of the school day for each other before walking to the dorms, and--

 “Are you okay? Your forehead is doing the crinkly thing again,” your pressing train of thought was suddenly derailed by Todoroki’s sudden accusation.

Your small hand immediately flew to the top of your head in a feeble attempt to cover up your massive forehead, “What?! What thing?!”

“The thing it does when you’re worried.”

 “I’m not worried!” your voice pitched up, “A-and my forehead does not do ‘a thing,’” you cited him with finger-made quotation marks.

 “Okay, my mistake,” he dropped as the corners of his lips rose into a small smile. He grabbed your hand once more and politely rested the small embrace against your stomach. The sudden advancement sent a pulse of excitement through your heart, but you tried to hide the emotion. He was sure to notice if your forehead did another ‘thing’.

The two of you happily finished the movie.

“Well, I better be off to meet with Yaoyorozu,” Todoroki breathed as the heat of his warm body left your presence.

You could only blink in surprise, “This early? What are you guys going out to dinner first or something?” you joked with a chortle as you got off of the bed and started straightening the blankets back up.

“Actually, yes,” he simply replied as he began helping you.

You froze, leaving him to deal with the comforter on his own, “Wha…” you coughed as the word got caught in you throat, “Todoroki, what the fuck?!” you squeaked at him, but he only gave you a confused glance in return.

You took his silence as an opportunity to continue, “You just sat here and held my hand for an entire movie and now you’re about to go on a date with another girl!? I mean—” you threw your hands up, “For fucks sake! Stop leading me on!” you choked out. Todoroki still stayed frozen in front of you, a horrified expression plastered on his face.

Shit.

You were being crazy. He wasn’t yours. You bit you lower lip as the back of your throat began drying up, “Forget it,” you whispered, flicking your hand upward as the color from the comforter lifted and gathered up your small belongings in the room. You swiftly turned on a heel to make toward the exit of the space.

“Wait. I just—I don’t know what to say,” Todoroki softly began as he made his way toward you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt this way, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, as if you could roll the impending tears back inside of your body, “I made it pretty damn obvious I though--”

“No, not that--that I wasn’t serious about you,” he corrected, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. He continued, “I guess, I wasn’t properly conveying my emotions. I know actions speak louder than words, but it’s hard for me sometimes to show things,” his eyebrows slightly furrowed, disrupting his usually stoic demeanor, “So excuse me if my words are a little too straightforward, but…” he paused for a moment as if he were trying to find the perfect words to say, “But I am very serious about you. When I think of my future, it always has you in it,” he explained, causing your heart to drop down to your stomach.

You couldn’t have heard him correctly. This seemed to be completely out of nowhere, “S-so we are dating? Or not,” you rapidly blinked, “I-I still don’t—”

“I thought that we were dating this entire time, Y/N,” his eyes widened. A blanked of silence plopped down an splattered in between the two of you.

“Oh…” was all that you could gather as you stared at one another. Suddenly, a phone call disrupted the awkward atmosphere.

“Hello?” Todoroki answered his phone, “Yes, we might have to reschedule. Something came up with my girlfriend, my apologies,” he said his farewell before hanging the phone up and resuming strong eye contact with you. This silence, however, was fleeting as he gathered you up into his arms, “I’ll try to be louder with my actions, okay?” he promised, his low voice carrying itself softly into your ear.

Your heart fluttered against the walls of your chest as you let yourself melt into him. It was no understatement to say that your life had been a back to back series of grey, and you were sure that there was some being out there who was laughing at your  previous, unfortunate circumstances; however, if you could escape from any grey area in your life you were happy that it had been this one.

You smiled against Todoroki’s chest at the light and colorful thought.

[southsidewrites]

Luck of the Irish

SHAMROCK SHENANIGANS: A RIVERDALE ST. PATRICK’S DAY DRABBLE COLLECTION

Luck of the Irish:

After finding a mysterious gold coin on the ground, Sweet Pea starts to change in strange and confusing ways.  But he can’t be turning into a real Leprechaun, right?

Sweet Pea & Fangs Fogarty & Toni Topaz (friend-fic)

Requested by @brittanyvengeance​, Inspired also by @sweetpeasbabydoll​

Inspired by the Disney Chanel movie, Luck of the Irish

Word Count: 1942

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Sweet Pea had his head down against the biting wind as he walked back from the Whyte Wyrm.  It was an unseasonably cold day for Riverdale in March, and he wanted nothing more than to get home and crawl into bed after a long night of bartending.

He'd need the rest, after all.  Tomorrow was St. Patrick’s Day, and he was planning to work a double shift.

Better dig out that idiotic green leprechaun outfit before I go to bed, he thought to himself.  Hog Eye had never been one for holiday celebrations, but St. Patrick’s Day was different—all he needed was every random drunk girl to come at him with pinchy fingers because he forgot to wear green again.  His ass had been bruised badly enough last year.

Something on the dark sidewalk caught his eye—a glint of gold.  He jerked to a stop, bending down to look at it.  A coin, an old-fashioned-looking gold coin.  There was some kind of writing on it, too, but it was nothing Sweet Pea recognized.  With a shrug, he pocketed it and kept walking.

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Sweet Pea woke up with a yawn stretching his arms above his head and hitting them against the headboard sleepily.   His eyes barely open, he rolled out of bed and slumped into the bathroom, running his hand through his messy hair.  When he got to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror, and his eyes shot open.

“What the—”

He ran his hand through his hair again—it felt perfectly normal—the same hair he’d had all his life.  Something was off about it, though.  The color, it was—it was lighter, redder almost.  

And then he noticed something else.  The whole mirror seemed off, like the angle was wrong or something.  It was impossible, though.  It couldn’t be true—he couldn’t be shorter.

He shook it off, deciding that it must just be exhaustion.  Instead of dwelling on it any longer, he just got in the shower.

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As always, Sweet Pea was one of the first guys to walk into the Wyrm.  He still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, though.  His pants had felt a little too long that morning, and he could have sworn they were a little too short, too.  That didn’t make any sense, though—that was impossible.

Toni and Fangs were already there when he got there.

“Hey, man,” Fangs said, greeting him with a punch to the shoulder.  His eyes narrowed. “Are you doing okay, man?”

“What do you mean?” Sweet Pea snapped, the frustration of the morning ready to explode out of him.

“You just—you look kind of off.”

Toni nodded, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “He’s right, Pea.  You look—” she cut off, her eyes narrowing further as she inspected him. “Sweet Pea, are you shorter?”

“What on earth are you talking about, Topaz?” Sweet Pea muttered, pushing through his friends to get to the bar. “People don’t just get shorter.”

The lights over the bar caught his hair, and Fangs and Toni swore in unison.

Sweet Pea’s hands clenched into fists. “What the hell are you two looking at?”

“I—um—” Fangs sputtered, making some kind of indistinguishable gesture with his hands. “Your—um—”

Toni’s eyes were wide, and her lips moved wordlessly.  Then, she managed to make sound come out. “Sweet Pea, your hair’s turning orange.”

“What are you—” he cut off, catching a glance of himself in one of the beer mirrors decorating the opposite wall. “What the hell?” his mind racing, Sweet Pea took off toward the bathroom, nearly vaulting over the bar as he hurried across the bar. He slid into the bathroom, letting the door slam behind him so he could gape at the mirror.

His hair was turning orange, and he was absolutely getting shorter.  Even on his tiptoes, he couldn’t reach the top of the mirror.  And on top of that, his ears—

“Holy shit,” Fangs breathed as he and Toni crammed themselves into the bathroom. “You’re—”

“I’m turning into Archie fucking Andrews!” Sweet Pea exploded, slamming his fists into the sink.

“Sweet Pea, that’s not—this isn’t—this can’t be possible, okay?” Toni said, running her hand through her hair with exasperation. “This isn’t possible.”

“Or is it!” Fangs eyes lit up. “What day is it today, guys?”

“Um, Sunday?” Sweet Pea gave him a skeptical look.

“No, what date?” Fangs asked firmly, giving both of them a hard look.

“March 17th,” Toni said, already shaking her head. “Fangs, that’s not—”

“St. Patrick’s Day,” Fangs said, cutting her off. “And you know what that means? Leprechauns.  Sweet Pea is turning into a leprechaun.”

Sweet Pea and Toni turned to him, each giving him an unimpressed look.

“That’s bullshit, Fangs.” Sweet Pea crossed his arms over his chest. “Leprechauns aren’t real.”

Fangs gestured at him, lifting his eyebrows. “You sure, man?  Because I don’t think you’re turning into Archie Andrews.”

Sweet Pea looked back at the mirror.  Almost all of his hair was red now, and his ears were distinctly pointy.  He traced his fingers over the ears, his face twisting in disturbed confusion as he felt the slight point.  Then, a thought struck him, and his hand dropped. “The coin.”

“The coin?” Toni asked. “What coin?”

Sweet Pea fished around in his pocket, grateful for once that he forgot to wash the jeans the night before.  The coin was still there, so he pulled it out and showed them. “This coin.  I found it on the ground last night while I was walking back from the bar.  I didn’t—” his voice cut off with a crack, and the next words came out at a distinctly higher pitch. “I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Sweet Pea…” Toni said softly. “Your voice….”

“I heard it!” He snapped, his eyes widening with fear. “We need to fix this, now.”

~

“How the fuck are we going to fix this?” Sweet Pea muttered.  The three of them were re-tracing Sweet Pea’s steps from the night before, looking for anything that might help them figure it out.  In the time they’d been walking, the sky had gone dark, and it was pouring rain. Luckily, Sweet Pea already had his hood up to hide his hair and ears. “I’m being turned into a magical creature because I found a goddamn magical coin.”

“Maybe you can just get rid of it,” Fangs suggested, shaking the water out of his hair. “Toss it down the sewer drain or something.”

“Maybe,” Toni said, her tone wary, “but what if that doesn’t work, and you need it for some reason—then you’d just have to track it down all over again.”

“Well, what else can we do?” Sweet Pea pulled to a stop, shaking his head miserably. “There’s nothing here that shows any sign of where it came from, and I’m getting shorter and more Irish by the second!” His eyes widened, and he yanked off his hood for effect as the rain slowed down. “I’m craving fucking cabbage and corned beef for Christ’s sake!”

Suddenly, Fangs eyes widened, and he pointed excitedly behind Sweet Pea. “Look!”

Toni’s eyes widened to match Fangs’. “Oh my God, you’re right!  Sweet Pea, look!”

Trying not to roll his eyes, Sweet Pea turned around. “What?”

“It’s a rainbow, dumbass,” Fangs said. “And what’s at the end of t a rainbow?”

“I swear to God, Fangs, if you’re going to say—”

“A pot of gold! Let’s go!” Fangs grabbed his friends’ arms and took off at a run. “We’re going to find this leprechaun!”

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“Fangs, this is ridiculous,” Toni panted, grabbing her side as she leaned against a lamp post. “The ends of rainbows don’t exist—they’re just—”

“I swear to God, Topaz, if you say one more word about refraction and water, I’m going to—”

“Both of you, shut up!” Fangs snapped, catching his breath. “Look!”

Sweet Pea sighed and looked up. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

The building in front of them had a faded green sign with chipped gold lettering: Pot o’ Gold Diner.

“How have we never seen this place before?” Toni asked, drifting toward the building. “It looks pretty old.”

“I bet it only shows up when there’s a rainbow,” Fangs suggested, picking up his pace. “I mean, Leprechaun magic and all.”

Sweet Pea just rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s just finish this thing.” His hair was fully red now, shockingly close to the color of Archie’s hair.  Unlike Archie, though, he had pointy ears and was now a few inches shorter than Fangs.  All his clothes were nearly hanging off him, and his voice was getting squeakier by the second.

Sweet Pea burst into the diner, and his jaw dropped.  Everyone in the diner, from the waitress behind the bar to the patrons scattered around the space, had bright red hair, pointy ears, and were no more than a few feet tall.  All of them were wearing bright green.

“And there’s the bastard that stole me lucky coin!” A particularly portly man with a head of bright red curls bustled toward him. “Looks like you’re feeling the effects.”

Sweet Pea started down at the man, too stunned for words.  He was wearing a three-piece suit, and everything on his body, from his tiny shoes to his tailcoat, were shades of green.  He wore a bright gold pocket watch, and atop his head was a tiny green bowler hat.

“Are you—” Sweet Pea lost the words.

“A leprechaun?” The little man chortled. “Wouldn’t you like to know, boy-o?  Now, where’ve you got me lucky coin?”

Dumbly, Sweet Pea pulled the coin out of his pocket, handing it over to the man. “Will I go back to normal now?”

“Sure will, boy-o.” The man winked, flipping the coin in the air before returning it to his pocket. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day…” Sweet Pea replied unsurely.  Slowly, he made his way out of the diner, blinking confusedly when he saw his friend waiting for him. “Why didn’t you guys come in with me?”

“We couldn’t,” Toni said, the confusion evident on her features. “We tried, but the door wouldn’t open for us.”

Sweet Pea looked down at himself to see that his clothes already fit better again.  “How’s my hair look?”

“Less red, for sure,” Fangs said, still giving his friend a skeptical look. “What the hell happened in there?”

Sweet Pea tried to answer, but then he realized that he couldn’t find the words—no matter how hard he wracked his mind, he couldn’t remember. “I don’t know,” he admitted.”

Toni was shaking her head, massaging her temples. “And what are we even doing here?”

The three of them looked around, seeing nothing but an empty parking lot next to a boarded-up building that might have been a restaurant at some point in time. Everything was damp and cold, and all of their heads hurt.

“Let’s just get to the bar, guys,” Sweet Pea said, shaking his head. “I need a beer.”

“Me, too,” Toni agreed, shoving her hands in her pockets as she started walking.

Fangs couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he was forgetting.  He glanced around, checking the ground to see if there was something he missed.  He paused, his eyes catching on a glint of gold.

“What the—”

Fangs bent down and picked it up—a gold coin, with unfamiliar markings. With a shrug, he put it in his pocket.