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indeedcaptain · 1 year ago

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Regulatory Relations, chapter 5: The Child Inside

Wahoo, chapter 5! This is shaping up to be significantly longer than my only other multi-chapter fic so that's fun. Enjoy: the introduction of Scotty, Spock gets stage fright, and Jimbo has a nightmare.

Also posted on AO3 here!

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Kirk woke up in a good mood. They had over a week before Admiral April would meet them at Starbase 27, there was nothing in between them and their destination but vacuum, and the only pressing matter on Kirk’s to-do list was to mercilessly tease Spock and build their public ‘relationship’ by calling him sweet and silly names.

Spock was waiting outside his quarters again when Kirk opened the door, and Kirk beamed at him. “Good morning, Mr. Spock,” he said, falling into step alongside him. “Are you ready for step two?”

Spock’s lips narrowed. “I suppose so.” He clasped and unclasped his hands behind him as they walked. Kirk looked at him more closely: Spock was always the picture of perfect posture, but his shoulders were pulled back too tightly, and his fingertips were blanched white by the strength of his grip on his wrist.

“Spock,” Kirk said slowly, pulling him to a stop by his elbow. Spock allowed himself to be turned, glancing down the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, captain,” Spock said, but his eyes were fixed on Kirk’s forehead instead of making eye contact.

“Bullshit,” Kirk said. He gave Spock’s arm a little shake where he still held it by the elbow. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, you have to let me know before we go any further. We can still stop.” His stomach tightened with anxiety. What if, after all their planning, Spock decided he would rather leave than have to break his Vulcan boundaries? What if his place on the Enterprise wasn’t worth the effort?

Finally Spock met his gaze. “I believe the plan, overall, is still sound. However…” He inhaled through his nose. “I did not find yesterday to be difficult, as it was more of the same of our daily routine. I find today’s goals to be more… audacious.”

“Audacious? What, the pet names?”

“I have never used a pet name,” Spock said stiffly. Kirk wagged Spock’s arm again, his trepidation melting away, before turning him and steering them both down the hallway again.

“That’s fine, Spock, it’s fine. Leave the pet names to me. Your only job today is to call me Jim in public.”

Spock said quietly, “That seems more reasonable.” As his shoulders relaxed slightly and he released his hands from behind his back, Kirk bumped his shoulder against Spock’s.

“You do not have to worry about me voiding our agreement, captain,” Spock said after a moment, glancing at him. “I am deeply grateful to you for finding a solution that allows me to stay on the Enterprise, and I am willing to endure some discomfort in the realization of that solution.”

Kirk smiled and let their arms brush as they walked side by side. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Spock. I would hate for the crew to think that I scared you off for good with all my illogical human touching.”

“After years of tolerating your illogical human touching, captain, I believe I am immune to being frightened by it.”

“Tolerating,” Kirk scoffed. “If you didn’t like it, you would have broken my arm the first time I tried it.”

“Breaking the bones of one’s superior officer is frowned upon in most circles.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said as they approached the mess hall. Crewmembers loitered around the entrance, nursing mugs of whatever they’d replicated and talking in small groups. Kirk leaned into Spock’s space, his mouth close to Spock’s pointed ear, and dropped his voice so only the other man would hear him: “I’m serious, though. If you get too uncomfortable, let me know. We can make this work without having to do everything the human way.”

Spock leaned slightly towards him, his cheek scant inches from Kirk’s mouth, and when he turned to meet Kirk’s eyes he was intimately close. At this distance, Kirk noticed for the first time that Spock’s irises were not the same shade the whole way through: they were variegated darker and lighter brown, like sunlight against tree bark. He blinked as Spock murmured back, voice low and soft, “Thank you, Jim. Your consideration is… greatly appreciated.” Spock straightened, removing himself from Kirk’s personal space, and Kirk blinked again. The noise of the mess hall flooded back into his awareness, and he resisted the urge to shake himself like a wet dog to clear his mind of the color of Spock’s eyes, and his deep voice in Kirk’s ear. Then Bone was calling to him from a table, waving him and Spock down to join him and Uhura, and he replicated breakfast and joined them.

Spock sat down with his own breakfast and placed a cup of hot coffee next to Kirk’s plate. Kirk said, teasing, “Thank you, dear.” Spock dropped into his chair, the perfect image of shell-shocked, as Uhura snorted into a napkin and Bones groaned and dropped his forehead into one hand.

“I do not believe we have to convince the present company of anything,” Spock said, and frowned slightly at Kirk.

“Just getting you used to it before we have to do it in front of others, honey.”

“I have changed my mind. Please contact the admirals,” Spock said, deadpan, but the warmth in his eyes when he turned to Kirk took any sting from his words.

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The perfect opportunity arose for Kirk to further their plan as he descended through the ship to meet with Scotty. He was early, going straight from a coffee break to Engineering instead of back to the bridge first, and he would be passing through the laboratory decks anyway. This time of day, Spock would be there, either among his scientists or in his office, and nearly the entire science department would be present. He thought that they might require more convincing than most: as they knew Spock best, they would likely be more hesitant to believe that he had been in a secret relationship.

He peered into each laboratory, waving to scientists who weren’t so absorbed in their work that they didn’t see him, and after three labs with no Spock, he found Dr. Khan. She was sitting at the same computer as the previous day, face nearly pressed to the screen, scanning down some sort of report. He cleared his throat at a polite distance, but she still jumped at the noise.

“Oh! Captain,” she said, picking up her glasses from where they had rested on her desk and returning them to her face. “What can I help you with?”

“Hello, Dr. Khan,” he said. “Do you happen to know where Mr. Spock is?”

“Ah, yes,” she said, and came to meet him by the door. “He’s in one of the botany labs today --- Lieutenant Sulu asked him to review the nitrogen levels in the soil or something.” The tone of her ‘or something’ implied that she considered anything that dealt in milliliters to be a far less worthy endeavor than something on the scale of astronomical units. Kirk suppressed a smile. Spock had complained --- not that Spock would ever call it complaining, no sir, simply sharing information --- that the astronomers and physicists did not always understand the biologists. Spock, who knew too much about everything, did not believe the binary of organic versus inorganic science to be a valid dichotomy, but he also didn’t understand the human value of a healthy workplace rivalry. So Kirk just hummed empathetically in response to Dr. Khan’s dismissal and followed her deeper into the den of labs.

She pulled up in front of a door labeled “HIGH TEMPERATURE, HIGH HUMIDITY. DO NOT CHANGE ENVIRO SETTINGS.” Someone had left a sticky note beneath the printed sign in jagged, angry handwriting that said “This means you, Ellen!!!!!”

“He’s in here, captain. Is there anything else?”

“No, Dr. Khan, that’s all. Thank you very much. I’m sure you’re busy.”

She shrugged. “No busier than anyone else.” Then she departed, her out-of-regulation white coat flapping around her as she strode quickly back down the hallway.

As Kirk peered through the clear plate in the door, he discovered that the scene was perfectly set for his entrance. He could easily see Spock in front of him on the other side of the lab, broad shoulders hunched over as he prodded some plant with a tool clasped delicately in his long fingers. The lights reflected off the back of his dark hair like a halo. Tucked away in a corner Kirk could see two other scientists working on something else—but they were at such an angle from the door that he could be forgiven for mistakenly thinking that Spock was alone in the lab.

He hit the turbo door release button and was smacked in the face by a wave of heat that reminded him pleasantly of a Georgia summer. Grinning, he pressed on, quickly putting the other science officers behind him without looking their way.

He took a deep breath. “Hey, honey! I was looking for you.” Did anyone notice how unpracticed the word felt in his mouth? Did anyone notice how his voice caught just slightly in his throat?

Spock, who had straightened and turned at the sound of the door opening, gently set his implement down and cocked his head. “Hello, Jim,” he said, and his voice was half-fond and half-admonishing. He nodded at his two staff members in the corner, who watched them both with wide eyes: Kirk gave them a sheepish grin and a wave as he crossed the lab to stand next to Spock, inspecting the plant he had been bothering.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to disrupt,” he said, loud enough to carry, and then dropped his voice back to normal volume. “How are Sulu’s plants?”

“Surviving despite his best attempts to overwater them,” Spock said, and he pinched the damp soil between two fingers. The dirt smudged against the pale green of his fingertips, and Kirk was forcibly reminded of the warm brown of his eyes, unnoticed until this morning. Not honey but chocolate, an unfamiliar voice in his brain said. He swatted it down.

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine under your supervision,” Kirk said. “I just wanted to come say hello. I’m off to see Scotty about some contraption he’s dreamed up with Giotto.”

“It sounds either usefully dangerous or dangerously useful,” Spock said, and Kirk laughed.

“That sounds about right, but I won’t know which until I get there. Dinner tonight?”

“Certainly, captain,” Spock said, and his hand twitched hesitantly before he raised it, brushing across Kirk’s upper back, before squeezing his opposite shoulder. Though Kirk frequently did the same thing to Spock—had done it just this morning—it felt strangely intimate when done to him. Spock’s face, tilted down to his plant, was cautious, unsure. Kirk tried to project the general feeling of “great job!” at Spock, leaning into him.

He stood there for a moment, feeling the strange warmth of Spock pressed against his arm, before shrugging and saying, “I’m off, then. Just came down to say hi.” Spock released his shoulder to reclaim his calipers.

“Enjoy Commander Scott’s latest experiment, captain,” Spock said, as he bent back down to peer at the drooping leaves of Sulu’s abused plant.

“Will do,” Kirk replied, and rested his hand on Spock’s back for just a second before departing. Was it as awkward to watch as it felt to do? Did the scientists in the lab think they were just strange together? He gave them a half-hearted wave on the way out, and they both smiled pleasantly at him. One gave him a thumbs up.

Well, that was odd. But probably a good sign. He filed it in his mind as something to ask Spock about over dinner.

Ten minutes later he was in Engineering, absorbing the warm hum of her engines and the gentle, ever-present clatter and banging of the engineers.

“Captain!” Scotty cried, and gestured him over. He and Giotto were bent over something on a workbench, and Kirk ambled over to see. It looked like they were performing open-heart surgery on a communicator.

“Permanent lock, do you think?” Giotto was saying.

“I’d certainly hope so,” Scotty said. “‘Much easier to strengthen a weak signal than pick up a lost one again, even for Chekov.”

“What’s this, gentlemen?” Kirk asked.

“This, sir,” Scotty said dramatically, lifting the beating heart, so to speak, of the communicator, “is the future of transporter technology.”

Kirk waited patiently. When he didn’t immediately fall to his knees praising Scotty’s genius, Scotty sighed and lowered the innards in his hand for Kirk to observe. It looked like the normal internal parts of a comms unit, but with maybe a new battery and something that looked like part of a transporter cable.

“One of the most dangerous parts of away missions is the beam-out, sir,” Giotto said. “Scotty and I were thinking---”

“Aye. We were thinking, what if we didn’t have to find the team anew every time they wanted to beam out? What if we keep contact with them even through the mission, so that when they’re ready to go, the transporter already has a lock on their signal?”

Kirk prodded the cable with a fingertip. Scotty had soldered it to what looked like a battery, but he wasn’t sure: it was smaller than any battery they kept on the ship. He wouldn’t put it past Scotty to have acquired it in a nefarious way on one of their previous shore leaves, though.

“It makes sense,” he said, and Giotto and Scotty made satisfied eye contact. “But does it work?”

“Ach, there’s the rub,” Scotty sighed. “We haven’t been able to test it yet. Beaming on the ship while at warp--- too much could go wrong. We don’t want to leave some poor ensign out among the stars because the transporter was too slow!”

“So the communicator will permanently transmit location to the transporter?”

“Aye, sir. That’s what the extra power source is for--- otherwise, it would run out of juice too quickly. And that’s another thing we’re working on,” Scotty said, taking a breath, but Kirk sensed the beginning of a lecture and held up a hand.

“I love it,” he said. He blinked away memories of screaming security officers getting eaten by enormous creatures as they waited for the transporter to lock onto them. “Keep at it, gentlemen, and we’ll test it as soon as we’re able. We ought to receive new orders in about a week, when we pick up Admiral April.”

Scotty made a little noise in the back of his throat that told Kirk exactly what he thought of Admiral April. Giotto sighed.

“We’ll only have adult supervision for a few weeks, Scott,” Kirk said bracingly. “But maybe don’t hit warp 13 while he’s here, yeah?”

“It’s not that, sir,” Scotty said. He looked nervously to Giotto before he said, “He’s been, ah. He’s been contacting me a mite more than usual.”

Kirk blinked. “Contacting you personally? About what?” Giotto looked nervous now too, and Kirk crossed his arms. “What’s he been contacting you about, Scotty?”

“Commander Spock, sir,” Scotty said. “He’s been hammering at me to convince Spock to leave the ship for some science vessel. I told him, Captain Kirk is the only one that Spock listens to, and I’ll be damned if even you could get him to do something that he really didn’t want to do. But he didn’t like that answer.”

Exhaling sharply, Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s been after me as well,” he admitted. “He wants me to convince Spock to leave the Enterprise and take command somewhere else.”

Scotty looked horrified. “But you’re not going to do it, are ye, captain?”

“Of course not,” Kirk said sharply, and Scotty’s face immediately melted with relief. Giotto just watched them both, coolly assessing. “He’s not leaving. April doesn’t know it yet, but he’s not. He can’t.”

“That’s good to hear, sir,” Scotty said. “It wouldn’t feel right, the Enterprise without Mr. Spock.”

“It’ll be alright. He’s not leaving,” Kirk said, more softly. Scotty nodded sympathetically and patted Kirk on the shoulder. Giotto watched them. Then Scotty’s attention drifted back to the parts in his hand, and Kirk, recognizing the dismissal, left them to their work.

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Kirk was sitting at a table with Spock, Uhura, and Bones again, watching Bones and Spock snipe at each other over one thing or another when the easygoing air in the mess hall stilled like the air before a storm. The laughter and shouting from the other tables and by the replicators grew sharply in intensity, and Kirk could hear the rumbling of genuine discontent. He stood immediately. Spock, unquestioning, stood and followed him, leaving Bones and Uhura looking at each other in confusion. Kirk shoved his way through the increasingly agitated line for the replicators to the source of the tension: a red-shirted security officer holding what looked to be a pile of black sludge.

“What’s this, Lieutenant?” Kirk asked, intentionally keeping his voice light.

The officer held the tray and its unfortunate contents out for Kirk’s inspection. “Replicator’s broken, sir.” Spock leaned in to observe, curving around Kirk’s shoulder, and prodded the pile with a finger. It disintegrated into black ash, fluttering in the nonexistent breeze and coating the officer and Spock’s hand in a layer of fine black soot. Kirk frowned and turned to the replicator in question. He experimentally pushed a few buttons, but nothing happened. A yeoman called from a few replicators over: “This one’s out, too, captain.”

His heart stuttered in his chest before picking up double-time. This is not like that, he told himself firmly, and he went to see the other replicator even as the mess spun around him.

“Mr. Spock, please check the others,” he heard himself say. In his head he felt very small, and very far away, but he pulled his armor around himself and forced his captain’s mask to smile at the worried yeoman. Then he turned back to the line.

“Would someone mind calling Commander Scott? We’ll take a look and get this sorted just as soon as we can. In the meantime…” He playfully nodded at the sooty lieutenant, head moving despite the restrained panic locking his spine. “Please don’t touch anything else. Go get cleaned up, lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir,” the officer said miserably, and departed in a puff of black ash. He heard someone use the mess comms, calling down to Engineering. Spock reappeared at his side, his chest nearly against Kirk’s shoulder, hand on his upper back, and said, “It seems all eight replicators are down. It is unclear if those in the main crew mess are similarly affected. It also seems as though it is a software problem and not a hardware one.”

“Yes,” Kirk said, his voice coming out unnaturally calm even as his bones ached within his skin. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Spock. Shall we wait for Scotty to come work his magic?”

“I do not believe understanding the laws of physics counts as a magical ability,” Spock said, and Kirk forced a chuckle. He sensed the irritation and tension of the hungry crowd slowly dissipate, and the crew reclaimed their seats or headed elsewhere to find food. There was plenty of food on the ship, even if the replicators were down, and they were only a week out from the starbase now. There would not be a fight in the food line over the last of the resources. No one would starve.

As he leaned against the wall and Spock hovered at his shoulder, that was what he kept telling himself. No one was going to starve. Machines broke down all the time, and Scotty and his engineers were always able to fix them. This wasn’t going to be like before.

“Jim,” Spock said quietly. He was standing so close that their shoulders were touching again. “Are you well?”

“Of course,” Kirk’s captain persona said, as he struggled to reclaim control of his face and voice. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Spock considered for a moment before he said, “I felt your heart rate increase by 37% in the twenty-six seconds after Yeoman Korros said that the replicators were broken.”

Kirk put two inches of space between their arms. He didn’t want anyone, not even Spock, to sense his inherent weakness, his failing composure. No one could know. “I’m fine, Spock. Just one of the fun quirks of the human body, I suppose.”

“Indeed, captain,” Spock said, but he dropped the matter as Scotty arrived. Because Scotty was a genius, and because they were on the Enterprise and not trapped on a mismanaged planet enduring dramatic climatic shifts, the replicators were up and running again in thirty minutes. Kirk reclaimed his seat by Bones when it became apparent that Spock and Scotty did not require his assistance, and Bones patted his leg surreptitiously under the table.

“Need an ear, Jimmy?” Bones asked. His tone was casual but his blue eyes were focused and intent, scanning Kirk’s face. Bones was the only man on the Enterprise, or outside of his family, who knew about Kirk’s less-than-glorious childhood, and it was only because he had access to even the redacted parts of Kirk’s medical records. Slowly, slowly, the ice pick of panic that had pierced his heart melted away until the animal tension of a hungry crowd no longer pulled his skin taut. He was safe, and he was home. He was fine.

“I’m alright, Bones. Thanks.”

“Sure,” Bones said, his accent pulling the word into two syllables. Kirk turned away from his too-perceptive gaze to continue picking at his dinner. It turned to ash in his mouth, but he at least put on a good show of eating it.

Spock returned after the replicators were fixed, and their foursome eventually relinquished their table to the other diners and departed. Bones went back to Medbay, Uhura to her quarters, and Spock and Kirk to theirs.

As they approached Spock’s door, Kirk saw the other man inhale like he was about to speak. He could not sit across from Spock and be in his familiar, comforting presence right now—he couldn’t sit across from those understanding eyes and keep his secrets. And he wasn’t willing to see Spock’s disappointment when he realized there was just a wounded child hiding behind the shield of the invincible starship captain. So before Spock could ask if he wanted to play chess, as he almost certainly was going to, Kirk said, “Good night, Mr. Spock.”

Kirk left him standing at his door. He heard the aborted half-syllable of a different word on Spock’s tongue before he adjusted and said instead, “Good night, captain.” He smiled and nodded in Spock’s direction without meeting his eyes, and slipped into the blessed stillness of his own quarters.

Alone, with no one to see him, he allowed his knees to buckle. He crouched with his back pressed against his closed door, face pressed to his hands. He was a starship captain, and a damn good one, and he was not about to let the ghosts of his past mar the image of himself that he had built brick by bloody brick. He would not let his crew see the cracks behind the facade and forsake the trust that they had put in him.

In, one, two, three, four, five. Out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. He inhaled and counted, and exhaled and counted, until the last remnants of fear had retreated back to wherever it lived in his body. He stood, his legs tingling unpleasantly as blood rushed back into them, and robotically prepared for bed.

As he brushed his teeth, he smelled the faint tinge of Spock’s meditation incense seeping from under the bathroom door, and a little more of his stress melted away. It reminded him pleasantly of the other night, when he had barged in to propose marriage. And now, just three days later, they were enacting a batshit plan to convince the crew that they were in a relationship, that they were going to be married, all so Spock wouldn’t be forced to leave.

The craziest part was, he realized, bending to spit toothpaste into the sink, was that it seemed to be working. It was almost funny. He thought that they would have had to fight tooth and nail to override his (somewhat deserved) reputation as a rake and Spock’s (almost definitely deserved) reputation as a machine. He inhaled the comforting smell of Spock’s incense one more time before shutting the bathroom lights off and climbing into his own bed.

He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever might be listening for a restful night of sleep. He wasn’t particularly hopeful, though.

He woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. It felt like his hip bones, his tailbone and shoulder blades, each of his knobby vertebra, were pressing a bruise against the inside of his skin where they rested heavily against the ground. There was no farmboy softness to him, not anymore.

It was mostly dark out, no sunlight to illuminate the rabbit-warren tunnel that they had stumbled down, only the faint light of a waxing moon providing any visibility. He could see the shadowed bodies of his friends in gentle repose, lying alongside him on the ground. He counted them off: one, two, three, four, five. At six, his eyes jerked to a halt. Something wasn’t right. Before he was aware that he was moving he had scrambled across the dirt to her: Laika, his age, her brown hair a rat’s nest of dirt and leaves, unmoving.

“No, no, no,” he whispered, and shook the shoulder of the boy lying next to her. “Tommy, wake up!” Her unnatural stillness had caught his attention: now that he was next to her, he could see more clearly the waxy pallor of her cheeks and lips, the immobile smoothness of her eyelids. Tommy woke with a jolt, rolling over immediately. He pushed himself up with one hand and shook Laika with the other.

“Hey,” he said, his voice growly with sleep. “Wake up.”

Jimmy grabbed her other shoulder, shaking her, the other hand coming to rest against her gaunt cheek. “Hey. Laika. It’s not funny. Wake up.” But Laika did not wake up. Her eyes did not open. Her chest did not rise.

“Jimmy, what happened?” Tommy whispered.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy said, disbelief raising his voice high like a younger child’s. “I just woke up, and I saw that---” He gagged, overwhelmed by the smell of dirty skin and death, sickness and rot. “Laika, wake up!” God, he was so tired, and so hungry, and there were only five of them now, and what would they do without her?

“We have to move her,” Jimmy whispered as Tommy whimpered to himself, hand still mechanically rocking Laika’s shoulder.

“What? No! Why?” Tommy whispered back.

“We can’t let the littles see her like this,” he said.

“Where are we going to put her? We can’t bury her!”

“Down the mountain. Near the town. They won’t notice another body.” Jimmy hated the words as they came out of his mouth: practical, useful, awful. But Tommy sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and nodded. Jimmy nodded back and shoved Tommy gently. Tommy got up, stepping carefully around the sleeping littles, and gingerly picked up Laika’s ankles. Jimmy wormed his hands under her shoulders and bent his arms under hers, picking her up off the ground. They backed up to the entrance and Jimmy went as slowly as he could, arms burning with the strain of Laika’s weight, until he felt the cool air of the night outside of their den on his back.

Together they carried her down the mountain in the worst parade of two Jimmy had ever been a part of, and they left her on the outskirts, and Tommy kissed her forehead and cried, and they held hands as they stole quietly back to their safe hole. They crawled back inside, each refusing to let go of the other’s hand, and fell asleep curled together.

Jimmy woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. “No, no, no,” he said, and in aching horror and disbelief he scrambled over to Laika’s dead body, her dead body which should have been on the outskirts of town but was cooling, decomposing, in their den. He woke up Tommy and convinced him to help him carry her down the mountain, and then they fell asleep together.

Jimmy woke up in a cave. He woke up in a cave and carried his friend’s dead body down the mountain over and over and over

Kirk woke up in his quarters with a half-strangled yell choking his throat. He flung the covers back and sat up, gasping, panic and grief clogging his windpipe until he recognized the dim shape of his room on the Enterprise around him. He dragged his hands over his face, feeling the fullness of his cheeks, the strength of his arms, his healed adult body, with sickening relief. He dragged his exhausted body into the sonic shower to clear the nightmare sweat off his skin and let the roar of the machine drown out his own thoughts.

When he was clean again, and finally steady on his feet, he dropped himself back into bed and into a dreamless sleep.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years ago

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~Most~ of my works are SWF (open to minors) but again, anything tagged "NSFW" is not written for minors. While I do primarily write for she/her readers, I do also write for gender neutral readers. Please read my guidelines before you request a fic/blurb.

SFW FICS

forever is the sweetest con: after a successful case, which is hard to come by the BAU, the team (season 3 team) celebrates with drinks at the bar. things go arise when penelope convinces a normally reserved y/n to sing karaoke. (Angstish Fluff)

sweet valentine: a 22 year old spencer reid finds himself thinking about his firsts...and the one first that he has yet to accomplish. (Fluff)

cutie pi: spencer reid’s second favorite holiday isn’t really a holiday, but it’s sure a day that he’ll never forget (Fluff and terrible math puns)

you kiss my face and we’re both drunk: Who would have figured that a normally serious genius with an eidetic memory would be a silly, forgetful drunk, or drunk Spencer realizes how much he loves Y/N. (Fluff; CW: Drunkenness)

49%: If there’s one thing that Spencer hates more than rejection, it’s spontaneity. But sometimes the things (and people) we love outweigh the things that we hate. AKA a series of events leading up to a weekend wedding between the BAU’s finest Dr. Spencer Reid and his partner in crime, Y/N. (Fluff)

i’ll take x-pecting for 200, alex: Dr. Spencer Reid plays a trivia game at the request of his wife, Y/N, but he’s in for more than some heaving hitting questions (fluff)

take my hand and drag me head first: Spencer Reid is a scientist and scientists love predictability; but love isn’t predictable, it’s fearless.

wrap your arms around me, baby boy: Sometimes love at first just might be the thing that’ll make you want to get married with paper rings.

i can’t help it if you look like an angel: Spencer is not that kind of doctor, but he’ll always come when Y/N needs him, even if germs are involved.

Las Vegas Boy: Y/N surprises Spencer at their joint Bachelor/Bachelorette Party with a song she’s been working on.

band-aids don’t fix bullet holes, but your kisses do: in a standoff with an unsub, reader makes a choice: her life or spencer’s. (Angst/Fluff) french toast waffle sundays: coming home to reader from a stressful case, spencer needs a little reassurance that he’s as wonderful as reader thinks he is. (Angstish Comfort) open me carefully: reader finds her hopelessly in love with spencer, who unfortunately for them is hopeless when it comes to love. (Angst/Fluff) the moment i knew my future was sweet: spencer plans a surprise birthday party for reader, who comes to the realization that spencer is the one who’s always been there for her (Angst/Fluff) crawl home to her: The only thing that’s keeping spencer alive is the memories of his heaven. maybe someone how a faithless man will escape death’s grasp on faith alone. (Angst) you die in my nightmares, but i’m dying to dance with you in my dreams: tired of being tired, reader takes leap instead of counting sheep :) (Angst, Comfort

fools in love: He can explain how String Theory works. He can figure out Riemann Hypothesis. He can recite all the numbers of pi until he’s blue in the face. Yet somehow, Spencer Reid can’t figure out what to do for his first first anniversary.

and i will hold on to you: They’ve never been apart for holidays since they started dating. That was until Spencer Reid found himself behind bars for a crime he’d never think of committing. Growing and healing, Spencer realizes that it’s not the holidays that matter, it’s the person. Because with that special person, who’s laugh he can recognize anywhere, even cleaning up the empty bottle the next morning is magical. (Can be read as a part 2 to take my hand and drag me head first)

though i can’t recall your face, i still got love for you: Spencer’s always been ambivalent about his birthday, but self proclaimed lover of birthday’s Y/N attempts to change that.

I Can’t Say Anything to Your Face: Lunchtime is Spencer Reid’s favorite time of day and not because of the crappy endless coffee, dry sandwiches, or the occasional chocolate donut. Spencer’s favorite time of day comes in the shape of a little post it notes and fits perfectly into his heart.

Right Where You Left Me: Y/N never expected to see him again. He tore her heart out and left her in the dusty heat of a Las Vegas diner. She never wanted to see him again, but sometimes the heart wants what heart wants.

Don’t Thank Me For Loving You: Spencer and Reader have been dating for a total of 4 weeks. If someone asked, Spencer would be able to tell them the exact amount of time he’s been in love with Y/N. So why does he get so nervous to share a bed?

is this gonna be graded?: Y/N’s last assignment is simple, write down everything that you’d want to try. The options are endless and that just might be the end of her. (Smut; MINORS DNI) you can hear it in the silence: Sneaking around can be fun, but sometimes the silence is just too quiet, or falling in love with your best friend. Worship This Love: Y/N doesn’t think she can get jealous easily. She knows that Spencer is almost as head over heel for her as she is for him. But still, seeing the pretty detective grab Spencer by the tie is enough to send her into a jealous stupor.

It’s a Love Story, Baby: Secret relationships can be fun, but sometimes the love runs so deep that it’s just begging to get the spotlight. Love like that is difficult, but it’s the realest thing Spencer and Y/N have ever felt. The Doctor Is In: Reader knows that they shouldn’t have dairy, but it’s hard to resist the creamy sweetness, especially when an equally sweet husband wants to have a relaxing vacation.

3 Fics, 2 Authors, 1 Week!: This is the link to @shemarmooresfedora & my masterlist for our 500 followers co-celebration! Be sure to check out her amazing fics!!

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lovelyelbowleech · 2 years ago

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hello!!! hair anon here, ready to write another essay-length ask!! so fun fact i am ALSO on vacation (but in canada instead of italy—it’s a bit closer to me geographically lol), and because i don’t have a phone plan that lets me use data internationally, every time i’ve gone somewhere with my friends i’ve searched FRANTICALLY for a public wifi network to check to see if you updated. and lo! when i was out i got one and saw that the fic updated. and i then promptly had to hide my internal scream from my friends, and Then try to read the update as quickly as possible before the rest of the group moved out of the place with the wifi lol. i didn’t quite manage it, but we went straight to another place with wifi after, and i finished it there. and i’ve now read it a second time and feel ready to SCREAM once more.

okay so. this chapter is EVERYTHING i wanted. okay that was a bit of an exaggeration there’s still a LOT more I want to find out about/read about but this was [chef’s kiss]. i want shen to unofficially or officially adopt zuko SO BADLY. i think internally he already has, tbf, which makes me ALL THE MORE NERVOUS about shen finding out about who uhhhh Zuko’s Dad is, and also his UNCLE. who zuko loves VERY DEARLY. but who i’m now very concerned shen has a genuine wish (albeit one he never expects/expected[?!?] to be able to fulfill) to murder to avenge his brother. (yeah, i caught that line. i am frothing at the mouth thinking about who else shen has on his “i would like to murder them but doubt i will ever get the chance to” list.)

but also. shen commenting on how cute zuko’s crush on sokka is. the bantering. ZUKO AND SUKI BANTERING SPECIFICALLY. (i think their relationship is funny as fuck and i really wish there were more shown interactions of theirs in the show, lol.)

also—given the tone of the rest of this ask i will not touch the darker, more serious parts of this chapter in order to save myself emotional whiplash except to say a) Fucking Ouch and b) oh, i’m so fucking worried about Haoyu and the rest of the 54th and c) that was incredibly well-done, as always. the rawness of the situation and the horror of it all— this applying to shen’s conversation with sokka and tu’s introduction both—is not underplayed, but it’s still written about with a certain grace i find hard to describe. just. woof.

thank you so much, again, for the wonderful chapter. (and for the DOZENS OF NEW BAD [and traumatic l m a o] HAIRCUTS i now internally and completely irrationally will stress about. we love to live up to our nicknames, baby!) i’m going to be waiting patiently and VERY eagerly for the next chapter. (please imagine me pounding on a table and chanting something about zuko and suki teaming up to give sokka a fucking heart attack.) i hope you have a wonderful day or night, whenever you receive this, and thank you so much, again <3

I hope you are enjoying your holiday! I always look forward to your comments, they brighten up my day 😁

Zuko and Suki's relationship has so much fun potential, and I intend to work it for all its worth 😂

I admit ii am really enjoying these chapters with the extended Team Steam bickering and being a bit silly in between all the angst, so I am glad other folks are having fun with it too!

Good catch with the line about vengeance, could this be more potential conflict down the line??? 😬😂

And yes, the whole of the 54th plus Tu have terrible haircuts, that must be fixed at all costs.

I hope you are having a great weekend!

#hair!anon #wargames #allsfair #fic asks

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anaiswriterr · 4 years ago

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Black Magic

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: This story teaches you never ever, ever, place a spell especially an attraction spell or love spell without consent! Please never do this, this shouldn’t be played with unless with full consent, and if you know what you’re doing: obsession, puppy love at first, grows into unwanted attention, possessiveness.

Authors Note: This is my least favorite fic to write, I’m so sorry to those that were looking forward to it.

Synopsis: “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned her witchy friend. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand suspiciously, she just wanted his attention nothing too serious. “If you doubt it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

- black magic - screamtober part five -

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Y/N rests her cheek in her palm, eyes wondering on the boy who sat in front of her in class. If only he’d pay attention to her; she sighs and sits back in her seat. Ignoring his closed dense mind - how could he not see it! Everyone knew! Hell, even Mr. Aizawa knew and she bet all the teachers knew too of her growing feelings towards the angry spiked explosive quirk user.

All except him.

“Idiot.” She mutters beneath her breath continuing on with her notes, why couldn’t he tell? Why couldn’t he just pay attention to her?

***

“Just tell him already!” Mina chimes in, taking her bag of chips out of her bag. “What’s the worst thing he’ll do? Say no? Fine, then you move on!“ Mina crunches on the handful of chips she unconsciously shoved into her mouth, moaning as the nacho cheese flavors erupted in her mouth. Leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I’m not as close to Bakugou as you are, I just want him to notice me.” Y/N sighs, pulling her phone out from her back pocket in hopes to find a distraction from her over whelming feelings for the temperamental boy.

Mina chuckles, “Well if you really want his attention why don’t you come over tonight for a sleep over, my aunts in town and she studies witch craft. She could probably help you get his attention.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in response as she excitedly turned her attention towards her friend, watching Mina intently with a serious gaze. “Please tell me your being serious!” Y/N exclaims.

“Well yeah, tonight's Halloween so it’ll definitely set the mood.”

Y/N’s chest swells with hope, the fact that the attention of her crush could quickly be averted towards her. She didn’t need anything special, nothing to fancy, but instead a push towards the right direction. “I’ll see you tonight then!” Y/N exclaims rushing towards her home and unlocking the front gate, “Okay lovely!” Mina grins waving goodbye to her friend for the afternoon.

With the sun setting and children rushing home to put on their costumes, Y/N’s plan fell into full swing. Already packed her night bag with extra clothes, a brush, tooth brush, and other essentials she rushed to Mina’s house. Dodging the trick or treaters at her front door allowing her mother to pass out candy to the kids.

“Stay safe, honey!” Her mother called out.

But luckily for Y/N, Mina was only over three blocks down.

Clutching onto her backpack and speed walking her way through the side walk, Y/N eventually reaches her friends house and presses the doorbell.

The door swings open revealing the pink girl in her pajamas, a wicked grin tainted her lips. “Let get this party started!”

***

Y/N met Mina’s aunt plenty of times, but she never knew that her aunt practiced the craft - though her aunt was still young only in her early twenties and still in college. Menmora nevertheless practiced the craft with caution, reminding Y/N of the consequences that could come from this request.

“Please! Menmora, I just need something, anything that’ll get his attention!” Y/N begged, nearly on her knees in the living room as Mina ate a slice of pizza. Menmora flipped her pink hair over her shoulder and continued to file her nails. “Y/N I love you, but I don’t know if I should do this for you. It’s dangerous.. the consequences. Sometimes you can’t even break up with the guy. They get super obsessed in some cases. Why don’t you just talk to him, ooo how about buy some new perfume. It’s proven that the scent of vanilla can spike male pheromones into being more attracted-”

Menmora is interrupted by the puppy eyes Y/N makes, her lips quivering as she pleaded. “You really like this kid don’t you?” Menmora sighs.

“You have absolutely no idea.”

“Fine, Mina go get my jars, cinnamon and honey from the cabinet. The paper and pen are in the same one as well, make sure to get the blue, pink, and red ones.” Menmora orders throwing her nail file towards the coffee table, Y/N lets out a small giggle in excitement.

“It’s a full moon tonight, go get the candles.” She’s told, Y/N pushes herself up from the ground and rushes towards the dining room. Grabbing all the pink and white candles, any that were in her line of sight and rushes back to the living room where Mina had placed all the materials on the now cleaned space.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t know, about this anymore.. what if something goes wrong?”

Y/N whips her head around, “It might not even work, but it’s definitely worth a try.”

“Alright then, let light these candles.”

***

A pink candle slowly melts onto a small jar, the wax drips off the sides, Y/N has no idea what’s going but the flicker of the surrounding lit candles captures her gaze. Suddenly slammed with the feeling of guilt and doubt, who was she kidding. “Bakugou won’t ever see me as one of his equals.. just some dumb extra.”

She’s pulled back from her thoughts when the jar is thrusted into her face, “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned, suddenly suspicious of the “magic jar”. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand hoping this would work, she just wanted his attention. “If you doubt in the craft then it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

Y/N didn’t need a forever, and perhaps those words manifested itself into existents. It was a silly idea, she thought. How desperate do you have to be, how stupid do you have to be. That weekend, after her sleepover with Mina she had forgotten all about the spell.

It didn’t matter to anymore, she was just an extra in his story. A background character to his epic hero story..

But nonetheless a hero never gives up!

So instead of sulking around all day like she initially planned the day prior, Y/N woke up early that Monday morning, did her hair, took a shower, and sprayed on her best smelling perfume, and packed her UA practice uniform and marched outside the house.

Meeting up with Mina.

“You look extra chirpy today.” Mina grins, fixing her left sock.

“I feel amazing today, I look good, I smell good. I’m absolutely great.” Y/N claims, straightening out her skirt. Mina arches a brow and giggles, “Alright missus feel good, how are you feeling about the spell stuff.”

Y/N shrugs, adjusting the straps of her backpack to loosen over her shoulders.

“Whatever happens, happens. And besides, is magic even real?”

“I don’t know, we live in a world where 80% of population has a quirk. Before then nobody ever even thought about having superpowers. I’ve heard witchcraft is real, though.”

“You’re right about that,” Y/N chuckles, “The world we live in is kinda weird.”

The two teens laugh, continuing their way down the sidewalk catching the first subway train to UA High hoping to arrive early.

And of course the two race to the first available seats there were - which weren’t many to begin with anyways. Y/N sat patiently awaiting their stop, rising up to exit when it was finally time to get off. Nearly forgetting to wake Mina’s sleeping form, she shuddered at the memory of Mina chasing her around the neighborhood when she first forgot about her friend.

She dragged the tired pinkette by the blouse and up the stairs, Y/N groans at the sudden change in lighting, covering her eyes with her right hand. Using her left hand to drag Mina. “Eager to see Bakugou, I see.” Mina teases causing Y/N to simply roll her eyes, “If he’d pay attention to me today.”

“Well you never know, today might be your lucky day.”

“I hope.”

***

“Okay class, today we’re going to be learning..”

Mr. Aizawa’s words drown out in Y/N’s mind as she continued to stare at the blonde in front of her, admiring his spiky locks and the way he tapped his pencil against his notebook.

“Y/N are you pay attention?” Mr. Aizawa asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Y-Yes, sorry.”

Aizawa nods and continues on with his lesson.

Y/N sighs, grabbing her pencil to take notes, jotting down the common hero do’s and don’t. Something Y/N assumed he put together the night before.

Her attention is suddenly caught by a small note thrown onto her desk from the boy in front of her, ‘That’s odd Bakugou never passes notes..’

The square note obviously ripped from the spare sheets of paper, she’s hesitant to open the note, terrified of the embarrassment that would come soaring over Y/N if it wasn’t meant for her. But the hard gaze Bakugou sent her way, mouthing out the words, “Open it, damn it.” She quickly fiddles her fingers over the note, scrambling to open it under her desk.

What’s your quirk?

Her heart is pounding as she quickly writes her quirk on the sheet of paper, passing it towards him. Ignoring the slight pain her heart felt knowing that he didn’t pay attention to her quirks power either. What kinda of question is that?

Weather, why?

He passes another back just as quick.

I don’t know, I saw you in the games the other month.

So he did notice her, Y/N shakes the thought focusing on the task at hand. He did pay attention to her.

It’s a meteorology quirk, I can manifest any season and forecast.

Y/N watches as Bakugou, stares at the square for a while. Nearly impressed with her quirk. He didn’t pass another note back until the end of class when he whipped his head around, and threw another square at her desk.

“That’s a nice quirk.”

They were simple words, four words to be exact. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary yet for Y/N. It was special, and that note sat in her book bag for the rest of week before finding itself a spot on her desk.

Slowly, gradually the two began to speak.

Then later she found herself sitting with his group and Mina during lunch, which later progressed with him tutoring Y/N after school.

Y/N sighed in relief when he began to finally pay attention, showing just slight caring from time to time. She smiled to herself in bed, maybe Mina’s aunt really did help. Nevertheless, she was happy with the attention of her crush.

Nothing came out of their friendship that year, instead Y/N focused on getting closer to the spiky explosive quirk user. She’d normally watch movies with the group in the afternoons when they all initially first moved into the dorms.

Sero would casually tease the two from time to time explaining how they looked so much like a couple beside one another. Earning a projectile pillow thrown towards his face from the blonde himself, muttering to himself in the process.

***

Bakugou asked Y/N out on an official date just before their second year, who she of course said yes too. Though Y/N quickly found out the.. problems dating Katsuki. He was possessive, irrational in some aspects, and over all over bearing.

But the problem wasn’t Bakugou himself during the relationship.. but as the two grew up Y/N soon realized her crush on Bakugou was just that.

A crush..

***

Years had passed..

And Y/N and Katsuki had moved in with each other in their early years of being pro heroes.

Y/N’s chest swells with guilt, and her voice is caught in a worried toned. She picks at her fingers, attempting to put the pieces together in her mind on the best way to break things off with Katsuki. She’s caught pacing her living room area, and his vermilion eyes squint at her shadowy frame.

“What are you doing up so early?”

His asks in confusion; looking out into the city through their window. Y/N didn’t even noticed she still hasn’t gone to bed, he arches a brow - stepping towards her with his hands deep in his pockets.

“Something wro-”

“I think we should break up.”

It’s quiet.

Almost to quiet.

And for a second Y/N feels like she can breathe, a word of apologizes filled her brain but she decides against it. She wasn’t sorry, they were both twenty four. The relationship had come to an end, there was no more time to think.

“Look, Katsuki, I’m so sorry but we can’t keep going. Thank you for being so amazing to me throughout the years, and being all my firsts-”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“W-What?”

“I said, we are not breaking up.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. His large strides make it towards her trembling frame. “Katsuki..”

He reaches out towards her, roughly grabbing her but the chin and pulling her in close. Causing Y/N to squeal as she’s tugged towards him.

“You’re not leaving me..” He clenches his teeth, “You’re not leaving this house, and if you do decide to leave..”

Y/N’s blood grows cold, somewhere in his eyes those red fiery orbs flare in anger, something Y/N doesn’t recognize but she suddenly remembers that night on Halloween when she was just sixteen.

“They become super obsessed..”

“Sometimes you can’t even break up with them..”

A mistake.. she made.. she realizes there is no turning back.. she’s stuck with him forever.

“I’ll go everywhere you go..”

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years ago

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Snuggles and Sacrifices - Fred Weasley

Title: Snuggles and Sacrifices Pairing: Fred x fem!reader Summary: Reader isn’t going to let anything get in the way of her dreams, as silly as they may be A/N: for the anon who wanted a fic where Fred and the reader go to adopt a cat and the reader has an allergy attack! It’s a little short but very sweet! Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

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“Hi love,” Fred greets softly as he leans against the doorway to his and Y/N’s bedroom.

Y/N looks up from the book in her lap, giving her boyfriend a warm smile. Her smile falters a little as she takes in his appearance. His tie has been loosened and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. There are bags under his eyes and his hair is messy, something he tends to do when he’s frustrated. He and George have been working extra-long hours at the store in the lead up to start of term at Hogwarts. He’s often gone in the morning before Y/N wakes up and he doesn’t arrive back home until she’s already eaten dinner.

“Come here, love,” she beckons, waving her wand so the books that had been sprawled out on their bed put themselves in a stack on their dresser. Fred immediately plops down on the bed, lying on his back with his head in Y/N’s lap so he can look at her. She places a light kiss to his lips and starts to run her hand through his hair.

“Mmm, feels good,” Fred sighs. His eyes close as he feels all the stress melt away from his body. The shop is no doubt one of the best things that happened to him, but he must admit that it’s hard work a lot of the time and a major cause of his stress. But returning home to Y/N always makes him feel better, and she is no doubt the best thing that ever happened to him.

Y/N scratches at Fred’s scalp lightly as her fingers run through his long hair. Molly has been begging him to get a haircut for weeks and Fred keeps saying he will once things with the shop slow down, but Y/N knows that he secretly keeps it long because she prefers it that way. “Long day?” she asks when Fred sighs.

Fred nods, opening his eyes so he can look at Y/N. “The longest. I wanted to leave after closing but there was a never-ending list of things to do. Every time I tried to sneak out it there was something else that we needed to do. I think the universe is trying to keep us apart my dear.”

Y/N laughs at Fred’s dramatics, leaning forward to kiss him again. “I don’t think it’s that serious, Freddie. You’re busy, I get it. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy while you’re gone,” she says, gesturing towards the large pile of books on their dresser.

After the war Y/N had decided to become a Healer, partially due to all the time she spent at St. Mungo’s with Fred after his brush with death. It destroyed her that there was nothing she could do to help him recover and as she watched the Healers work on Fred and the other patients it inspired her to do the same thing. She enrolled in the training program once Fred was back on his feet and now 2 years later all that stands in her way of becoming a full Healer is her final certification exam. It’s scheduled for the last week of October and Y/N has spent every waking minute preparing.

“I know,” Fred says with another sigh. “But I still feel bad. You’re here alone all day. You wake up alone, you eat alone. We moved in together so we could spend more time together, but it feels like I see you less than I did before.”

“You know it does get kind of lonely around here,” Y/N muses with a grin. “But I think I know something that we could do to make it less lonely,” she trails off, looking down at Fred expectantly.

Fred rolls his eyes and sits up, situating himself so he can look at Y/N. “No, Y/N we talked about this,” Fred scolds lightly. “We’re both way too busy right now to even entertain the idea.”

Y/N pouts at Fred and pushes his face away when he tries to kiss it away. “Come on, Freddie, please? It’s actually the perfect time! I’m still going to be home for the next few months, and by that time the shop won’t be as busy. It’s perfect.”

“I just don’t think it’s the right time for us to get a cat, love,” Fred says softly.

Y/N sticks out her bottom lip as she gets on her knees, her hands coming together in front of her like she’s praying. “Please, Freddie,” she begs while using her sweetest voice. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted in life.”

And she isn’t lying. Ever since she was a little girl all Y/N ever wanted was a cat. She’s not particularly sure why, but every year for her birthday she would ask for the same thing, a little black kitten. She would constantly beg her parents for one, but they always said no. And as much as she hated to admit it, they had a pretty good reason. Both Y/N and her mother are fairly allergic to cats.

Despite the sneeze fit she gets every time she’s around a cat, Y/N never let that stop her from yearning for one. It made going to Hogwarts quite difficult, especially after Hermione adopted Crookshanks. Cat hair was all over the common room and Hermione’s cat was always slinking about. Y/N could have told everyone about her allergies and Hermione could have kept Crookshanks in her dorm, but Y/N loved the fact that the orange kneazle was always around and cuddling up to anyone who would allow it. No matter how badly he irritated her nose she kept seeking him out, hiding her sneezes from all of her friends. She had gotten quite good at it too.

Y/N first brought up the idea of getting a cat when she and Fred moved in together 5 months ago. Y/N had been living in an apartment with a few of her friends from school and Fred was living with George and Angelina above the joke shop. Both places were far too crowded for them to get any alone time, so they decided to just go for it and get a place together. Y/N had figured it would be the perfect time to get a cat but Fred and vetoed it, saying that they were both too busy to be able to take care of a pet.

Fred sighs, unable to resist Y/N’s please. “I’ll think about it. Alright?”

Y/N squeals and wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best!” She pulls away to press kisses all over Fred’s face, a plan already forming in her head.

Sunday’s are usually reserved for family days at The Burrow. Everyone spends the day hanging out and decompressing from the work week and Molly prepares an amazing dinner. Y/N looks forward to it every week, but this week she convinced Fred that they should skip out so they could spend the day alone together instead. Fred had agreed immediately, and Y/N could put her plan into action.

“It’s so nice, isn’t it? Just spending the day alone together,” Y/N says. Her and Fred are walking around muggle London, their hands intertwined and softly swinging back and forth between them. They’ve just left Y/N’s favorite muggle café after having lunch, and she suggested that they take a walk before heading back to their flat.

“It is, love. I’ve missed this. Just us, being us,” Fred muses, bringing their hands up so he can press a kiss to the back of Y/N’s hand. “Although I can assure you I don’t miss my weekly lecture about my hair.” They both laugh as Fred shakes his head, tousling his long locks.

They walk in silence for a few moments, just enjoying being with the other. Y/N almost feels bad that she’s using this opportunity to trick Fred, but as they approach their final destination, those feelings start to get replaced with excitement. They’re standing at a corner, waiting for their turn to cross when Y/N turns to look at Fred.

“I feel like you haven’t kissed me enough today,” she says, her lips turning into a pout.

Fred laughs and immediately leans down to kiss her softy. “I’m sorry, love. Let me fix that.” He kisses her again, lingering for a moment.

When he pulls away Y/N smiles at him and decides it’s time to enact her plan. She lets her gaze move from Fred’s face to something just behind him. “Oh, look!” she says excitedly, directing his attention to the storefront behind him.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no,” Fred says when he turns around to see what Y/N is pointing to.

They’re standing just in front of a muggle animal shelter. Fred looks down at Y/N’s excited face, frowning. “I said I think about it, Y/N. And I’m still thinking.”

Y/N gives Fred her best innocent look. “I know, I know. But there’s no harm in just looking, right?” She grins up at Fred as she starts to drag him towards the entrance.

They’ve only been in the kitten enclosure for a minute when Y/N can start to feel the familiar tingle she gets behind her nose whenever she’s around a cat. But she knows that seeing a kitten will break Fred down and she can’t give up now that her dream is about to be realized. She scrunches up her nose to get rid of the feeling and makes a beeline towards the only black kitten in the room.

“Aw Freddie. Come look at how cute this one is,” Y/N coos as she gently scoops the kitten up. It’s just a bit bigger than the size of her palm and is blinking up at her with large yellow eyes. She resists the urge to nuzzle into its’ soft fur, knowing that it will put her over the edge.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cute,” he mumbles as he comes up behind Y/N, trying to seem disinterested. He reaches a finger out and slowly strokes the kittens head. Any faux toughness he had dissolves as the kitten starts to purr. “I thought we were just supposed to be looking,” he teases lightly.

Y/N smiles up at Fred. She can see the happiness in his eyes and knows that they’re going to be leaving there with a kitten. “We are looking. We’re just looking with our hands,” she responds playfully. Y/N is suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to sneeze and she holds the kitten out to Fred, needing to get away from it as quick as possible. “Here love, hold him.”

Fred takes the kitten from Y/N, eyeing her warily. “Are you alright, love?”

Y/N’s face has screwed up and she is desperately trying to blink away the sneeze she feels building. She tries to nod, thinking of some excuse for her weird behavior when she can no longer hold it in. “Achoo!” Y/N sneezes loudly, scaring the tiny kitten in Fred’s hands.

She hopes to play it off as some dust in her nose, but once she’s started she can’t stop. She sneezes a few times in succession, her eyes starting to water from the force. Unable to contain it anymore, Y/N tiptoes around the kittens that are crawling along the floor, heading towards the exit.

Fred meets her outside of the kitten enclosure a few moments later and she waves away his look of concern. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“What the hell was that in there?” he asks, coming up and wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. “Thought you were gonna sneeze your brain out or something,” he chuckles.

“No that was just an. Um. Allergy attack,” she admits sheepishly, burying her face in his chest.

Fred starts to rub her back. “An allergy attack?” he asks, his confusion evident in his voice. “You’re allergic to cats?”

Y/N nods sadly, pulling her face out of Fred’s chest so she can look up at him. “Yeah, unfortunately. Mum is too.”

“Then why in the hell do you want a cat?” Fred asks with a laugh, completely confused by Y/N.

“I don’t know, I’ve just always wanted one. They seem pretty cool,” she explains with a shrug. Y/N leans up to press a kiss to Fred’s cheek and then untangles from his embrace. “Come on let’s go, I wanna see if we can adopt that little black kitten. He was so sweet!”

Fred grabs Y/N’s wrist to stop her. “Um, what are you doing? Did you forget what happened back there?” Fred pauses when Y/N pouts at him. “Love I know you want a cat but I can’t let you suffer like that everyday just so you can have one,” he says softly, pulling her back into his chest. He cups her cheek and presses a soft kiss to her lips.

“But, kitten,” she says softly, looking up at him.

Fred smiles down at her and kisses her again. “I know, love. If there was some way for us to get a cat and it didn’t set off your allergies we would. But until that happens we aren’t going to get a cat.”

“Fred, have you ever heard of something called allergy medication?”

One hour, a trip to a muggle pharmacy and a pet store later, Y/N is lying in bed with their brand-new kitten sleeping softly on her chest.

“You’re a crazy cat lady, you know that?” Fred says with a laugh as he lays down next to Y/N.

She smiles up at him and tilts her head back to ask for a kiss. After Fred presses their lips together softly she looks back down at their kitten. “Yeah, but I’m your crazy cat lady.”

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley fic #Fred Weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fluff #Harry Potter fanfiction #fw #golden

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oigimi · 3 years ago

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. owlet .

. mozart and baby oc . found family . 1.9k words .

here’s a found family fic that’s been in my head for awhile now! i really hope you like it. mozart seems like the kind of guy to have a daughter

A cry filled the mansion’s halls, piercing the ears of all who heard it. It was relatively late at night, and everyone was gathered at the front door, staring at quite the unusual package. Gifts and shipments would grace the mansion’s front doors often, but this… this was something entirely different. Rather than a case of Rouge or Blanc, or a bouquet of roses or anything in the ordinary, the residents of le Comte’s mansion stood in front of a baby girl in a basket, with a tag attached reading, “My name is Asuka. Please take care of me.”

“Asuka… Just like- Ah, never mind,” Sebastian started, waving his hand. He bent down to pick the screaming infant up, only to have her screech even louder, and swat her hands around in an angry little tornado.

“Sebas, you’re holding her wrong! You need to-” Arthur’s attempts at calming Asuka were even more fruitless, with her fighting to wriggle out of his arms. He passed her on to Theo, who scared her. She was given to Comte, then Leonardo, then eventually everyone in the room before being returned to her basket.

Vincent looked downwards, his mouth tugged downwards in a frown. “What do we do? I feel so bad for her, she won’t even stop crying. Poor little baby…”

“Broer, she tried to bite you!”

“She’s just little and scared! You were like that too once, Theo.”

As the younger brother clammed up, a final face showed itself that hadn’t been present before.

“What’s all this noise? Whatever you’re all doing, can you wrap it up soon? Or perhaps be a little quieter?” Mozart hissed, marching right up to his roommates and their new problem. He caught sight of Asuka and wrinkled his nose. “Arthur, did one of your little flings catch up with you?”

“No! She’s just a darling little thing that showed up on our porch and we simply can’t get her to stop crying. If you want to get her to be quiet, why not try and hold her?”

Mozart looked at the screeching infant, whose face was reaching a color as hot and fiery as her hair. “No,” he simply said. Babies were messy and loud and provided everything he didn’t want in his life. But, Arthur was right. If there was any way he could try and fix the problem, it was to try and hold this thing. Mozart took a deep breath and took the baby out from the basket, shaking his head and awkwardly cradling her in his arms. “There… there. I suppose.”

“You’re supposed to bounce her,” Vincent chuckled, guiding Mozart into rocking Asuka to the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Just like that.” They looked down, and everyone’s faces melted into shock when Asuka finally stopped crying. Her big, glossy blue eyes were coated with tears, but she stared up in wonder at Mozart, or rather the feather in his jacket. She reached her tiny hand out to grab it.

“No. You’re just going to put it in your mouth and get sick.”

Asuka scrunched her face and pouted, reaching a little harder for the feather. She fussed, to which Mozart simply scoffed.

“No.”

“No!” she echoed, shaking her head. “No, no!”

“She’s already learning to speak like him,” Arthur snickered. “Oh, isn’t that just precious?”

Mozart glared at him as he tried to keep the baby away from his feather. He sat down on the couch, holding Asuka away from his body as if she carried a disease. “How long do I have to hold this thing?”

“Until she goes to sleep. Mozart, can’t you take care of this baby for just one night until we can figure out what to do with her?” Comte asked, tilting his head to the side. “It would mean you can get to your music faster, anyway.”

He looked at Asuka, who was still making fruitless attempts to obtain Mozart’s jacket feather, scowling in contempt at her. “Fine. But only for one night.”

“We all know how ‘just for tonight’ goes. You’ll be with her on her wedding day now!” Dazai mused, earning another deep scowl.

“I am not fathering this child.”

Asuka began to fuss, wriggling around and squirming in Mozart’s arms. He moved his arms so that she was gently pressed against him. “There… I suppose.” He swayed his body to the rhythm Vincent showed him, slowly patting her back. Before he knew it, she was yawning and her grabbing began to stop. “Hm. I’m putting her down to bed. Then I’m going back to my music.”

“Are you sure you should leave her alone? I think she’s gotten quite fond of you!” Arthur chuckled. “You might just wake her up if you leave.”

“Are you serious?” He groaned and looked down at the baby. “I guess I’m going to go to sleep too. The sooner I sleep the sooner time moves forward. Goodnight.”

Without another word, Mozart made a quick stop in the kitchen to warm up some milk. He swiped some chocolate, and glanced down at Asuka. She looked so… relaxed. So cute, even. Mozart couldn’t deny that he didn’t like babies, but the child he held in his arms felt a little different. He didn’t like her very much, but he couldn’t let anyone else take care of her. For some reason, it felt warm in his chest when she would only relax in his arms. As if he was meant to be her father in some way.

He grabbed a second, little cup with this in mind.

When he got to his room, Mozart made a tiny bed on the carpet with layers and layers of blankets and pillows, and laid Asuka down in it. She stirred, and made little cries in her sleep. Was she upset that Mozart had set her down? Could she even tell? It didn’t matter, he still felt a little bad for her. “We’ll get you a proper bed tomorrow. I couldn’t put you in a drawer or in your small basket,” he sighed. “You’re annoying and I don’t like you, but you’ll get a crib tomorrow. Goodnight, owlet.”

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The next morning was full of diapers, crying, hissy fits, and screaming. Sebastian had run to pick up some basic supplies, but it ultimately did very little in the vampires’ battle against a fussy baby. She didn’t like peas, she didn’t like corn, and Vincent had to learn that babies can’t eat pancakes. What could she eat that would make her happy?

“Warm milk,” Mozart huffed, taking some off the stove. He poured some in the little cup he’d carried and let it cool off to a safe temperature. With some strict, yet gentle coercion, he managed to bring the cup to Asuka’s lips and help her drink as much as her tiny stomach could handle. “What was so hard? Babies like milk.” He grumbled a bit and cleaned out the cup. “Morons.”

“Well well well! You really are like a natural father to her!” Dazai chuckled. “What did we predict?”

“Nothing. I’m just not a fool,” Mozart snapped back, lifting Asuka out of the chair and burping her. “The plan today is to get some more supplies. But I am shopping for them.”

“Are you sure you do not want anyone to help carry anything?” Jean mumbled. “I can hold items at the store for you and help take them home.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Jean’s workplace ended up with a bit more than he expected, with a nice crib and mobile and a lot of bottles and sippy cups. The Frenchman blinked at the juxtaposition between the baby supplies and the items of war he sold in the shop. Mozart mentioned only taking care of Asuka for a few days. The abundance of furniture seemed like overkill.

At a nearby store, Mozart stood next to a stroller with his fussy responsibility inside. He scanned the shelves for toys, putting a set of blocks, paints, and a few stuffed animals inside. He stopped, however, when he laid eyes upon a stuffed snowy owl. “Just like Schelm…” he chuckled. He took the toy off the shelf and held it to Asuka. “Do you want an owl? An owl for the owlet?”

“Ow,” she replied, reaching out for the toy. “Ow!”

“Is that your way of saying ‘owl’? Alright, here you go. Be nice to it.” He paid for the toys and found himself looking in the stroller at the baby. She was cuddling her new toy and inspecting its wings and rubbing it, inspecting it for anything of interest. “It’s just a stuffed animal. Silly,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you home now. I have a feeling you’ll start screaming here in a moment.”

By the time night had arrived, the crib, bookshelf, mobile, and toys were all set up. Asuka was shaking a rattle on the floor when Mozart picked her up. “Alright, it’s time for bed. Come on.”

“Noooo!” she cried. “Nooooooo!”

“Yes. Come on.”

She fussed and began to cry, reaching down at the floor for her rattle.

“No rattles in bed,” Mozart huffed. “Here, I have something you can take in bed.” He reached down on the floor and handed her the stuffed owl. “Here. Your owl.”

“Ow.”

“That’s right. Your ow,” Mozart chuckled, setting Asuka down in the crib with her stuffed toy. “Goodnight, Asuka. You’re a silly little owlet who needs plenty of sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, he wound up a music box and turned off the lights.

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“Papa, can I get the first slice?” Asuka asked, beaming wide at a large cake in the kitchen. “Better yet, I want the whole thing!”

“You can’t have the whole cake because you’ll get sick. You have my sweet tooth.” Mozart finished moving the cake to the table and sighed, “I can’t believe you’re sixteen years old now.”

“Old enough to get a boyfriend!”

“Let’s not go that far.”

“But you said when I turned sixteen I could!! Papa, you’re being unfair.”

Mozart chuckled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Alright, go sit down at the table.”

She did as she was told and grinned, admiring all the presents everyone in the mansion had bought for her. From personalized books from Uncle Arthur to a paint set from Uncle Vincent to expensive clothes from rich Uncle Comte, Asuka was surrounded with so many luxuries given to her by the people who loved her. She was adopted into the greatest family she could imagine, and by the best father she could ever want. Sure, Asuka had a bit of an attitude sometimes, but she always knew when the important things needed to be said.

“I love you Papa,” she murmured, getting up and hugging Mozart. “Thanks for taking care of me, and thanks for all the birthday gifts.”

He smiled, embracing his daughter tightly in his arms. “I love you too. I love you so, so much, Asuka. You gave my life and music meaning like no other… Are you crying?”

“N-no! I don’t cry!”

“Okay.” He kissed his daughter’s forehead and sat down at the table. “No matter how old you get, whether you’re sixteen or sixty, you’ll always be my little owlet. I love you so much, and happy birthday.”

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp scenarios #ikemen vampire mozart

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seaglass-and-stars · 4 years ago

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OKAY PEOPLE. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THIS. PLEASE DIG IN AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT 🥺🥺

WITH NO FURTHER ADO I PRESENT TO YOU:

A teeny little fic of Steve Rogers x reader at the park 🥰 (flirtation/fluff, no other warnings):

You enjoy the feeling of the sun on your body as you lean back on your elbows to admire Duckling Pond. It's early autumn, still deliciously warm.

Beside you, on the picnic blanket, his hair like a bright-gold halo in the afternoon light, Steve is reading one of the comics you bought him from that thrift-shop downtown.

You beam up at him. You love watching Steve read - he's funny when he frowns in concentration like this.

His dark lashes flutter as he becomes aware of your gaze; he turns to grin down at you.

"What?"

You throw him a cheeky smile. "Nothing. Just admiring the view."

He looks out at the pond. "Oh, yeah. Nice, isn't it?"

Your smile grows wider and you plant a meaningful hand on his thigh. "Not THAT view, silly."

In an effort to conceal his pleasure at your words, Steve rolls his eyes and stands up. He reaches out his hand invitingly, and, of course, you take it without hesitation.

"Let's go look at the ducks, Y/N. I don't need you getting any ideas this early in the afternoon."

"Ideas?" You clutch your free hand to your heart, feigning innocence. "Me?"

Steve fixes you with a knowing look as the two of you trot down the incline that leads to the water.

"Yes, YOU," he says, and from the glimmer in his eyes, you know he's thinking of the time last week when you tried to show your affection for him by sitting on his lap in a restaurant.

Had you made him blush? Yes. Had you also horrified him by spilling ketchup down the front of his clean white shirt? Well...yes. You chuckle to yourself as you remember how awkward he'd become. Steve was never much for PDA.

Soon, the pair of you reach the edge of the pond.

"Aren't there supposed to be ducklings around here?" Steve asks, his gaze combing the vacant surface of the water.

"Why?" you laugh. "Because it's called Duckling Pond?"

He looks down at you, half-serious, half-mischievous, and nods. "Yes," he says, "that's exactly why."

"Hmmm." You take on the air of a professor that's just been asked a very trying question. "Hmmm. Maybe because it isn't spring, the time when ducklings are usually born?"

"Or maybe," says Steve, eyes narrowing in mock-concentration, "just maybe...you've scared them away."

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. You can't help but smile when he tries so hard to tease you. Steve catches your expression and grins.

"I have an idea," you announce suddenly, tearing your eyes away from his beautiful blue ones - you're scared you'll get lost in them and try to climb on him again. "Let's go hunting for ducklings. I mean, ducks. We'll only find the parents at this time of year."

He raises an eyebrow. "And how exactly are we going to hunt them?"

Immediately, you take a crust of bread out of your pocket, left over from a picnic sandwich.

You smile wickedly. "We lure them in."

"Mm." Steve nods slowly. "Using bait. That's a smart strategy."

You flash your teeth at him sweetly. "I plan my missions carefully - I learned all about strategy from the best."

"Oh yeah?" says Steve, snatching the crust from your hand and hurling it into the water. "Who's 'the best'?"

You strike a pose and say in a deep announcer's voice: "The one and only Super Soldier, Steve Rogers."

Steve laughs. "Sounds like a swell guy."

"Sometimes," you admit.

"Only sometimes?" He's leaning over you now, his brows knit in a soft frown.

"Yeah," you blurt out, feeling your stomach flutter at the close proximity. "Sometimes he's mean. He doesn't like it when I touch his leg in public."

Steve lets go of your hand and slips his arm around your waist, tucking your body snugly up against his ribs. "I don't blame him. Sounds like he's got a troublemaker on his hands."

"He does NOT," you say with conviction.

Suddenly, the crust of bread disappears under the water in a flurry of bubbles.

"Was that a fish?"

Steve's lips curl into a gentle smile. "It was a duck," he says, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. "I just remembered: the duck army has an underwater base now."

You snort out a laugh. Then you lean your head against his enormous upper arm.

"We should come back here in the spring," you murmur, "so we can actually see the ducks and their ducklings."

Steve places his head softly against yours. "Sure, doll," he whispers back.

Next thing you know, your body is engulfed in his arms, your fingers are entwined with his own, and a kiss is being pressed against your cheek.

You blink bashfully as the kiss fades away and as the embrace continues - as it grows cozier - as Steve's hands wander across your back and waist - as your heart pounds inside your chest.

"Steve," you mutter huskily against his leather jacket, "you're not getting any...ideas...are you?"

"Oh," he whispers into your hair, "maybe a few."

You close your eyes and savour the moment until, at last, Steve lets go, and the chilly autumn air is biting at you once again.

Alright, alright. Maybe he isn't THAT bad at the whole PDA thing.

"You look cold," Steve observes as the pair of you begin your trek back to the picnic blanket. "Maybe we should go home."

"Yeah, maybe we should," you tease, "but not because I'm cold."

Steve gives you a curious frown. Then, all at once, he smiles. "You're not thinking about snuggling with him, are you? With the 'one and only Super Soldier, Steve Rogers'?"

"I would never!" you protest.

From the way he's eyeing you as you pack up the picnic lunch, and from his deliberate grin as he slowly folds the red-checked blanket, you know that Steve doesn't believe you.

Not one bit.

#marvel #wholesome #fluff #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #fanfic

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kim-ruzek · 3 years ago

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Something's gone terribly wrong

Summary: Adam's gone missing, and looking at his phone records makes intelligence discover something very interesting. An alternative way for Kim and Adam's relationship could've been found out.

Or; Kim and Adam learn the true meaning of family.

Warnings: alludes to (canon-typical) violence, alludes to sex/talks about sex, Bob Ruzek's A+ parenting, blood mentions, Adam whump.

Word Count: 17.2k words

Read on AO3

Notes: SO. This all started because I got drunk and made drunken notes on fic ideas, and then when I was sober, Cíara convinced me that I Needed to write it. Originally, this was only meant to be a silly, short little thing but it's become so much more. This is basically a love letter to Adam and Kim, and how much they're respected and loved by intelligence.

I hope y'all like it!!! I'm so, so proud of this so I really hope you get some enjoyment out of it! I've only put the first 4k words on here, the rest you'll have to read on AO3. I've linked it here and at the bottom of this post!!!

Alvin Olinsky had known Hank Voight for all of their respective careers, most of their peers knowing that they often come as a package deal. Even IAB, if the fact that when Voight got out of prison with his shiny new promotion he was put in charge of intelligence, a unit that Al had been involved in for two years previous after leaving the gang unit, is anything to go by.

And yet, like so many of their co-workers, Al’s uncanny ability to blend into the walls and make everyone forget about his presence still affects Voight. It shouldn’t, not when they’ve known each other for years, but at least it explains why Al is known as one of the best undercover operatives, if his nature can even trick one of his oldest friends.

“Once Al gets here--,” Voight’s dolling out the day’s instructions, which is no doubt just to keep on working on their long term drug investigation.

“I’m here,” Al interrupts, rolling his chair out to show. Voight looks at him and the two nod at each other, and then Voight goes to continue.

“But,” Al interrupts again. “My partner isn’t.”

Al indicates at the empty chair opposite to him, as if to show evidence. He had noticed that Adam hadn’t arrived yet. It’s unusual, the young, enthusiastic puppy-like man often making his presence known as soon as he gets through the doors. It’s both an insufferable and endearing quality, and makes it painfully obvious when Adam isn’t here.

Before Voight had came out his office, when the unit was just doing their early morning paperwork, Al had double checked the schedule, to make sure that it isn’t Adam’s day off. It isn’t, and so Al shot off a text to the man. Adam doesn’t have the best time management, although he’s never late, but he can drag his feet a bit. Especially since he got with his new girl he thinks Al doesn’t know about—like Al doesn’t notice the boy’s constant texting, his ever-present good mood and, of course, the clear markings of a lover’s meeting when he’s getting changed.

But Adam had neither replied to his message, nor came barrelling into the bullpen with some quick excuse about traffic, as if he thinks Al can’t see the slight stain of lip-gloss on his lips.

Voight frowns at the empty seat, clearly off put by it as well.

“Has he given a reason?” After Al shakes his head in reply, Voight looks to the others in the unit, specifically at Kevin. If someone is going to know, it would be him.

But Kevin didn’t know, and Adam didn’t respond to his texts either.

It’s been a few hours now, and Adam hasn’t stumbled in with any reason or excuse. They started off only a little concerned, with Jay, Erin and Antonio dismissing that there’s any worry, to the unit being in alert mode, deeply concerned. In their jobs, you don’t just go missing, with no word.

They had checked his desk for his UC phone, to see if he had an impromptu meeting or information, but it still sat in his desk draw. They had then pinged his phone, to see his location, but it was either off or destroyed.

They had done everything. They had checked everything, gone to his apartment to see if he’s home, gone to the last location his phone noted and... nothing. Al was getting increasingly worried by the second, as was the unit.

There is a tenseness in the bullpen, a palatable worry between them all. They’re all thinking the same thing, even if no one’s saying it. That they’ve been investigating some dangerous people, that Adam may be an overgrown child sometimes but he’d always call, that the longer it takes to work this out, the more chance of something bad happening.

“We’re looking at this all wrong.” Erin suddenly says. Everyone turns to face her. “We should approach this like we do a criminal. Get his phone records, try to make a timeline of his movements, talk to whoever he’s been in contact with.”

There’s an instant agreement in the room, and they immediately get on that. It feels wrong getting the records of one of their own, to even consider to look at who Adam’s been calling, texting. But it’s necessary, necessary to invade his privacy if they’re to work out where he’s gone.

Unfortunately, the calls don’t reveal much. Apart from the standard calls and messages to the unit, a couple to his dad, most of his calls and texts were to one Kayla, the girl who from context of the texts is the girl he’s seeing.

“This is useless, it tells us nothing,” Al grumbles, not even bothering to keep the frustration out of his voice. Adam is missing, potentially hurt, in danger, and they’re wasting time looking at Adam’s lovey-dovey sickening messages to this girl. It does nothing but make him even more frustrated (and maybe a little hurt that this girl and Adam seem serious, and yet Adam hasn’t mentioned her to him and maybe they’re not as tight as Al thought and if they don’t find him quick, he’ll never get to ask).

“Except that Ruzek’s got a girl he’s been keeping from us.” Jay jokes, and Al fixes him a glare. This is not the time for jokes, even if Al knows Jay is just as worried. The rest of the team seem to appreciate Jay’s attempt at easing the tenseness in the room, Al notes, as he looks around at everyone—even Voight, because the fact that the team still feels like cracking a joke to ease tension means they have hope and in situations like this, hope is good.

All except Kevin, that is. The officer is too engrossed in looking at the messages to hear. He’s frowning, some confusion or questioning look upon his face. Al wonders what’s got his focus, if there’s something about the messages that he’s noticed that every one else has missed. Kevin and Adam are good friends, Al supposes if anyone is going to notice something off, it’s him.

But Kevin doesn’t say anything, merely shaking his head and looking away from the messages and back at the team, awaiting someone to suggest their next move. They’re not waiting long, as almost right after, Antonio speaks.

“Let’s call this Kayla. If something is up with the boyfriend, the girlfriend usually knows.” Antonio suggests. It’s a good idea, and Al kicks himself, thinking that he really should’ve thought of it first. Maybe because the thought of talking to this girl hurts something inside him, because she’s someone Adam didn’t want Al to meet. But he needs to stop thinking like that, stop getting caught up in respect and care, because that’s wasting potentially precious moments of Adam’s life.

“Good idea. We’ll put it on loudspeaker, but Atwater, you talk to this girl. We don’t want to alarm her too much,” Voight commands.

The few seconds it takes to ring feels like the longest seconds of Al’s life. This could be a lead, something that tells them where in the world Adam is, confirming that he hasn’t just dropped off the face of the earth. Al’s feeling some hope, some optimism that maybe they’ll know where Adam is before lunch but then the phone goes to voicemail.

“Please leave a message, I’ll call you back when I can!”

Al feels defeated, as does everyone else by the looks of his unit’s face. It’s just the girl’s voicemail, they can try again, it’s not the end of the world. But it feels like it. Voight’s rubbing his forehead, seeming as frustrated as Al is. It’s silent in the bullpen—but only for a second because then someone, Kevin, is talking.

“There’s our lead, that’s Burgess.”

Kim can’t count how many times she’s seen Platt and immediately wanted to hide, to run, to let the floor swallow her whole. Her Sargent rides you hard, and it’s worth it, but by gods is she terrifying. And if you’ve crossed her, hell would be a safer place. But as Roman and her enter the 21st and Kim sees the formidable desk Sargent, all she feels is relief—because finally, finally, she can get some reprieve from Roman bitching about intelligence.

It has been non-stop since they got the call over the radio to come back to the district, that they’re needed by intelligence. Roman has very clearly made his feelings known about being at the call to the unit, many, many times. Kim’s not sure what’s his problem, if it’s because he has an inferiority complex or superiority complex, or that he has no aim to get into an elite unit such as that but can’t help but resent those who do. But what she is sure of is that if she has to hear his repetitive grumbling thoughts about it again, she might just shoot him. It’s beginning to get to the point that Kim dreads Intelligence deciding to use them, no matter how fun, because it means she’ll have to endure the rant.

Although having to suffer through it might just be worth it if it means her name is being mentioned up there, and to get to see Adam before their evening plans. To get to exchange a subtle look at him, telling him silently just how much she misses him, wants to be with him. To get to have him give her a look, a look of comfort that her being there means she’s had to endure the rant.

Of course, that’s not a reason she’s in any hurry to tell Voight as a reason she likes when he uses them. After all, the reason she’s not up there is because of his archaic rule about in-house dating.

“We’re needed?” Kim gets to Platt’s desk in record time. She thinks she sees a slight smile appear on the desk Sargent’s face at Kim practically rushing to the desk, leaving Roman behind so he had to catch up quickly, but it’s gone before it’s there, and Kim dismisses it, thinking she must be imagining it.

“Yeah. Well you are, but you can take up your partner. You might need it, moral support or whatever.” Platt tells her. Kim opens her mouth, about to protest against the assumption that she’s weak and needs support—especially from an ass like Roman—but Platt silences her before she can, her expression softening ever so slightly as she does so.

“Zip it, Burgess, it’s not a comment on you as a cop. They need you because...Ruzek didn’t sign into work today and they think you might be able to shine some light on the situation.” Platt says, but Kim barely hears the words. How did Adam not sign in, when this morning they were very much headed into work together? He was talking about his paperwork, for god’s sake!

“What more can she tell them that one of them doesn’t know?” Roman chimes in then, complaining. Kim near punches him, having even less patience for him now her mind is reeling with concern for Adam. Platt fixes him a look before looking back at Kim. She leans forward slightly, looking at Kim with concern.

“I believe they looked at his texts. And came to the conclusion that you will know.” Platt softly tells her, before fixing her a very pointed look. It takes Kim a second to realise what she’s on about, but once she does, realising that oh god Voight knows they’re dating, Kim turns a shade of red. Then frowns, because Platt doesn’t seem at all phased. And then she’s blushing even darker because oh god has Platt known all this time?

“Now, go.” Kim has barely any time to process this before Platt is shooing them away, reminding them that upstairs needs them.

Kim walks up the stairs in a daze, barely hearing Roman’s complaining and questions, and the door buzzing as Platt buzzes them in. So much has been put on her, she’s unsure what she should be more shocked at. That Adam’s missing, possibly in danger, or that apparently they haven’t been as careful as she thought, or that Voight knows, everyone knows. And that they know that they’ve been texting under false names.

There’s always a feeling of awkwardness Kim gets when she walks up the stairs and arrives at the bullpen. The unit is elite, and so close and tight, their cases usually having a need to know status, and coming up to that, interrupting that, it can feel very much like you’ve stumbled into a forbidden place, somewhere you don’t belong. And it’s only amplified by Kim really, really wanting to belong.

But nothing has ever felt as awkward as this.

Everyone turns to look at her as soon as she gets up the stairs. The slight mumblings between them falling silent and it feels like one of those dreams where you’re naked, feeling as if everyone can see right through her. Because they all know now, they all know that Adam are her are seeing each other, that they’re being secretive about it, and they’ve read their messages and Kim doesn’t know how much but she knows one of their last messages was their thinly veiled sexting and oh god, what if they’ve read her messages about what she wanted to do to Adam last night—the thing she did do.

Voight’s expression is unreadable, as usual, but Kim doesn’t need to be able to read it to know what he’s thinking. Probably right now there’s just concern for his MIA officer, but after they locate Adam, it’s going to be thoughts about how now Kim will never make it into intelligence. That he might be feeling disappointed in her, because instead of proving she’s serious, she’s just gone and dated Adam on the down low. Never mind that his rule shouldn’t exist or have any impact on his decisions about his officers, but it’s his right to make whatever rule and now Kim’s proven she’s not intelligence material according to those rules.

Halstead is giving her an almost pitying look, with some interest, like he’s wondering how and why it started. Lindsay’s also giving her a sympathetic look, likewise Antonio and not for the first time, Kim feels glad for their presences, it making her feel more at ease.

Kim doesn’t even want to dissect the look that Olinsky’s giving her. And Kevin, oh Kevin. Kim knows exactly what Kevin is thinking just with one glance at his expression. They were partners and they’re best friends; Kim can read him like an open book.

There’s the same worry for Adam as the rest, and he’s also looking at her differently with this new piece of information. But not like the others, because Kevin isn’t just another member of intelligence, he’s he best friend, Adam’s best friend, and they kept this from him. There’s curiosity, questions, a look that tells Kim with no uncertainty that after this is done, after Adam is found, they’re going to have a talk.

“Platt briefed you?” Voight asks. He’s a man of little words, but Kim can’t help but feel like he’s choosing as little words as possible because he, too, is feeling awkward. After all, how do you tell your teammate’s girlfriend her boyfriend is missing, when she’s your colleague and you didn’t know they were together.

Kim manages to nod in answer, wishing so desperately that Adam was here, so she could catch his eye, so she could have him give her a slight, reassuring nod that would immediately put her ease and fill her with confidence. If course, if Adam was here, then this wouldn’t be happening.

“Did Ruzek say anything to you? Tell you where he’d be going?” Voight then asks, and Kim has to take a deep breathe to calm herself before answering. Because the answer isn’t an optimistic one, because the answer makes her worried, because Adam should be here.

“All he was talking about was work. He was going here, we were headed to work together.” Kim tells him, trying to not let her mind spiral with what could’ve happened. From beside her, Roman looks at her, as if piecing together exactly why Kim might know more.

“So you saw him this morning?” Al interjects and Kim blushes as she realises the implications of her words. There’s nothing wrong about it, but Kim isn’t prepared to have to talk about the domesticities of Adam and her lives yet. Kim has barely nodded before Al is speaking again.

“You said you were headed in to work together? So he was here, at the district.” At Al’s question, Kim cringes slightly, that she has to explain their routine.

“I don’t know. We take our own cars most of the time. But... Uh, sometimes we park before getting here to, uh, just say goodbye one more time, and he usually gets here first, but he wasn’t there today. So I just assumed that you got a case so he couldn’t hang around.” If the floor could just open up, that would be great, Kim thinks as she speaks. Never did she think that she’d be having to tell them about Adam and her’s sneaky secret kisses.

Kim thinks Al is about to ask her something else, but Voight steps forward, interrupting him before he can.

“Come on, let’s take this to the interrogation room, for privacy. This is a conversation to be done sat down.” Voight tells her, indicating for her to go down the hall. It’s a nice gesture, and Kim appreciates it, but there’s a part of her that feels like because he’s treating her with care that definitely means this is the final nail in the coffin, that this means she’ll never make intelligence.

Although if that’s the price to pay for Adam to be okay, Kim thinks that’d make it easier to swallow. Adam is the man she loves, a word they told each other a couple months ago, and she couldn’t bare it if he’s not okay.

“If you can, take us through the morning. It’ll be helpful, to establish Ruzek’s mind-set.” Voight asks once they’re sat in the interrogation room. Kim would rather do literally anything else, but she understands that she needs to.

“It was pretty normal. We woke up, got ready for work, had breakfast. We talked about our plans over breakfast—that’s when he was talking about doing his paperwork—and then we were leaving. Nothing was off or wrong, it was just normal.” She wishes something was wrong, so that she could be more help. So they could find him.

“There must be something. Look deeper, go through the morning stage by stage. Break it down. What was his mood like? Was he distracted?” Al asks—or demanded might be a better description. Kim can see the worry, plain and unconcealed on his face. Adam is like a son to him, and she knows how much Adam looks up to him like a father as well, and Kim thinks that he might just be the only other person who gets the spine-chilling fear of Adam being AWOL. The others are worried, of course, but the thought of even a hair of Adam’s being messed in some way is a stomach churning thought.

“His mood was fine. Normal. He wasn’t distracted or anything. If he was, I would’ve asked but he was fine. We were making evening plans and everything!” Kim feels almost as if the room is closing in on her, feeling useless. What kind of girlfriend is she?

“I’m sorry I’m no help,” Kim apologizes, feeling bad. And feeling worse when Voight gives her one of his rare sympathetic and soft looks.

“There’s got to be something. Break down the morning into the times. What time did you get up, leave. Burgess, think.” Al persists. Kim would feel annoyed that he’s doubting her, but she can hear how worried he is, see it. Al has taken off his beanie, looking so drawn and concerned.

“Our alarm went off at six. At around seven, maybe quarter to, we were getting ready. Breakfast was at like, half past. And we were leaving before eight. He was fine throughout the morning, happy. His normal self?” Kim explains. To say Adam was happy would be an understatement, he was full of energy, barely unable to keep his hands off her all morning. Not that she’s going to say that to them.

“How could it go from that to him not turning up to work?” Al vents, and Voight rests a hand on his shoulder. Al turns back to look at her.

“It took you nearly an hour to get out of bed. Why?” He asks, and Kim blushes instinctively, as she remembers the passionate love-making Adam and her had this morning. Subconsciously, her hand goes to rest on her collarbone where, under the fabric of her uniform, is the deep mark Adam left on her.

“We were, uh, having a lazy morning.” Kim answers, wishing ever so much that Adam would just turn up so that this conversation could end. She doesn’t blame Al for not realising why two young lovers might take so long to get out of bed, he’s stressed, but she wishes she didn’t have to expand on it. She watches his face, waiting for the awkward realisation of why occurring to him, but it doesn’t come.

“Lazy? That boy has never been immobile a day in his life. Was he okay? You said he was fine, but why was he being lazy. Was he tired, distracted, upset? Could he have been lethargic, maybe he was drugged?” Al demands and Kim thinks that she must be the colour of a tomato because oh god she’s going to have to spell this out.

“He wasn’t drugged, I’m sure of that.” She says, emphasising her words, hoping to get through Al’s stress. Please, please don’t let her have to tell Adam’s surrogate father that they were having sex.

“How do you know? Burgess, if there’s any chance—” Apparently, this is happening.

“Al, I know because we were having sex, and trust me, he could not do what he did if he was drugged.” Kim’s voice is firm, as she spells it out explicitly, and she’s amazed that it is, that she sounds so strong and sure instead of like a nervous teenager being caught in the act, like she was so certain age would be.

“Oh.” She watches him process her words, everything she was getting at finally dawning onto him. If she’s not mistaken, Al looks as if he’s turning slightly red himself, and he shifts awkwardly. Kim can’t help but feel slight satisfaction in making him feel as awkward as she does—even if, preferably, none of them would’ve had to endure this.

“I think.. I’m going.” Al uncharacteristically stumbles over his words, not wasting any time getting out of the room. Kim wonders if he’ll be ever able to look at her ever again.

“Thank you, I know that wasn’t easy. But now we know something must’ve happened on Ruzek’s way to work.” Voight stands up himself, signalling that this conversation is over. Kim feels relief, briefly, as it’s then quickly overtaken by her worry for Adam.

And before she knows it, she’s blurting out words. “I want to help you. Find him. Please, he’s... I need to help.”

She has no right asking this. But she couldn’t stop herself, knowing that she can’t just go back to patrol and act as if everything is okay. Because it’s not okay, because Adam’s not okay, which means her world isn’t okay. Voight looks thoughtfully at her.

“Okay.” He says simply, and Kim blinks, shocked.

“Really?” She can barely believe it.

“I was going to offer. You should be involved—and I think you might add a needed and different perspective. You know how he thinks.” Voight says, before he exits the room, leaving her kind reeling. What does that mean exactly, and does this mean...does this mean she’s still got a chance?

Kim leaves the room shortly after Voight. The rest of the unit was walking out the observation room and Kim realises that they all followed them, and listened on to the conversation. It makes sense, because what if Kim had said something of use, but she cringes at the thought of them all hearing what she said.

She catches Roman’s eye first, seeing how his expression is stony, that he clearly has some strong opinions on this, like he does with everything. He looks almost disappointed in her, like he respects her less, and it infuriates her because how dare he judge her, when he didn’t want a woman partner? But she’s too worried to focus on her petty anger, so she looks away from him, not having the energy or mental capacity to give him any time of day right now.

As Kim shifts her eyes away from Roman, she locks onto Kevin. There’s a feeling of comfort for a second. Kevin is one of the only people in the world that she trusts with her whole heart, and he makes her feel safe and she feels so unsure right now. But then her mind catches up, and age realises that he’s exiting the observation room which means he was listening in which means that oh god he heard her talk about having sex with Adam.

And from the look of the way he seems very uncomfortable, he most definitely did hear that. Their eye contact only lasts for a second until they’re both very quickly looking away, unable to look at each other straight. Kevin is like her brother, and she his sister, and no one wants to hear about their siblings’ sex life—especially with their best friend.

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acatnamedpusheen · 4 years ago

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Hi pretty! Can I request a GOT7 reaction to the reader crying because she is afraid that the boys will break up with her? Thank you 💫

Hello and thank you for your request! I thought I'd make this one a bit different from my previous. I'll have an initial scenario for all 7 of the boys and then each of them will have a different reaction. Ok the Jaebeom one came out so long it could be considered a fic of its own, but he's my ultimate bias and I had a nice idea. 🤭

[GOT7 reaction to you crying thinking that they'll break up with you]

Hate comments, too many of them, too many for you to handle the pressure anymore. The fandom was basically split in half at this point and it only seemed logical for him to break up with you in order to save his career and reputation. You were quietly but anxiously waiting for the moment he'd end your relationship and you both would have to become strangers again.

Jaebeom

"Y/N can you come here for a moment, I need to talk to you" you heard him call from the living room. Your blood instantly turned cold and you froze on your spot in the kitchen were you'd be peeling an apple.

The mere thought of a break up made your eyes watery and due to the pent up anxiety it was impossible for you to hold back the tears. You hesitantly walked to the living room, head down, silently crying.

"Y/N are you ok, what happened?" Jaebeom's voice was full of concern once he had seen you.

"Just say it, I knew it would be coming, so let's get this over with" you didn't have the strength to look at him as more tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Say what? What would be coming? Y/N you're scaring me, what's going on?" he was more confused than ever.

"You're going to break up with me because of all the hate. Your reputation matters the most and it's the only way to calm the fans down." you said between sobs. Was he making it that difficult on purpose?

"Y/N, Y/N! Now hold on there a second. Why would I ever break up with you? Did you really think now that I've finally found the love of my life, I could let her go that easily?" he came closer and wrapped his arms around your sobbing form.

"B-but your career? T-the company?" you raised your head to look at him through teary eyes.

"We're past the dating ban. People who are hating should not consider themselves fans. I'm not letting you go ok?" his reassuring expression helped you to gradually stop sobbing.

"Ok, but then why did you want to talk to me? You sounded serious." you remembered how it all initially started.

"It's about Nora." he let go of you, then continued "She's loosing too much fur and I think she's lost her appetite lately. I think we should take her to the vet, it's not normal." his words had you laughing a bit at first, at how silly you made yourself look, but you were quick to respond.

"I'll take her. I thought it was my idea that she's looking thinner lately." you searched around with your gaze to find her.

"Thank you Y/N. And please don't ever worry about us breaking up." he said before hugging you again.

Mark

He came out of the shower and heard you talking on the phone. What was unusual though was the fact that he could swear you were crying.

"I-I'm simply waiting for him to break up with me. I don't know how I'll be able to cope with it." Mark couldn't believe his ears as he walked closer to your bedroom.

"Y/N what are you saying? Who's going to break up with you? Because it's certainly not me." he didn't care if you were still on the phone he had to interrupt.

Startled, you quickly hung up and tried to wipe your tears. "Aren't you going to break up with me because of all the backlash?" you asked as he came to sit with you on the bed.

"No, of course not. Y/N, I love you more than anything. I can't afford to lose you over the hate of some toxic people." he held your hands in his and looked you in the eyes.

"Y-You're sure?" you were still worried.

"Yes, absolutely. Now call back that friend of yours and tell them that there's no break up happening any time soon." he kissed your cheek while you reached for your cellphone.

Jackson

He was barely through the front door when he saw you crying on the sofa. Once you'd noticed him you tried to wipe away your tears with your sleeve in an attempt to look fine but you couldn't fool anyone. Your red puffy eyes, glistening cheeks and uneven breath all indicated that you'd been crying for a while, since you happened to come across some hate comments.

"Baby what is it? Is everything ok?" he rushed towards you, with a worried expression.

"Just break up with me already. There's too much negativity from the fandom, you should have never dated me in the first place" you choked as more tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Break up with you? Why on earth would I want to do that, Y/N? You're all that matters to me. Negativity won't be enough to tear us apart." he cupped your face with his hands and kissed your temple.

Jinyoung

"What are you doing still in these clothes?" Jinyoung freaked out when he saw you coming out of your bedroom wearing your casual "at home" outfit while he had changed and was ready for the planned dinner with his parents.

"I don't want to go... What's the point? You're going to break up with me sooner or later." your voice broke as you finished your sentence. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, head hung low.

"Break up with you? Y/N if you're getting such ideas because you've been reading netizens' comments..." he stopped and sighed in frustration. "Listen, they are not going to interfere with my personal life, they are not going to make me break up with you." he took steady steps towards you. "I love you Y/N and I see a future with you. That's why I want you to meet my parents." he was inches away from you now as he gently held your hands in his.

Through teary eyes you looked up at him. His sweet smile was the reassurance you needed. "Jinyoung...I love you too, I don't want to lose you!" you cried in his chest while he soothingly stroked your back.

Youngjae

You woke up in the middle of the night after having had a nightmare. Well not everyone would characterize it as a nightmare, but for you it was the one thought that's been troubling you for the past few days: Youngjae breaking up with you.

Sitting up on the bed surrounded by the darkness, you could do nothing but cry, not caring if you'd wake up Youngjae, who was still sleeping right next to you.

It wasn't long, however, before he stirred awake and noticed you crying. "Y/N, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" he sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Please tell me that you're not going to break up with me" you cried as you held your face in your hands.

"Y/N what are you talking about?" he run his fingers through his messy hair, sleepiness still evident in his voice.

"I know the hate has to stop but isn't there another way?" you turned to face him and more sobs shook your body violently.

"Of course there are other ways! The company will take legal action if needed, we will keep a low profile and eventually it will all die down." he placed his soft palm over your cheek. "Now let's go back to sleep and forget about it all, we have each other." he pulled you into his arms as he layed back down under the covers, making you feel safe at last.

BamBam

"Y/N, I've got something important to tell you!" he said excitedly when he came back from practice, but given that you were too anxious about a potential break up and the fact that you didn't see his bright smile because you were in the bathroom washing your hands, the tears came naturally. You were convinced that your relationship with BamBam was just seconds away from ending.

"Y/N are you in here?" he reluctantly approached the bathroom door since you didn't come at once. You tried to compose yourself but the sobs kept coming even harder and BamBam entered unnoticed until you heard him speak again.

"What's wrong Y/N? Do you want to talk about it?" he was more puzzled than worried about your sudden outburst.

"You're going to break up with me, aren't you? That's what you wanted to tell me." ashamed, you looked way from him once you'd finished your sentence.

"Where did that come from?" he was left dumbfounded by your question.

"Because of all the backlash, the hate. It's damaging your image." you still couldn't face him.

He sighed in relief upon hearing you elaborating. "No way I'd break up with you for such reason. And what I was going to tell you is that the company is finally taking legal action against the malicious comments." he lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. "So, stop worrying about all that, I'm here for you and always will be." he said and pecked your lips.

Yugyeom

Your DMs were flooding with messages from fans and you were currently in the process of deleting them, sat right across from Yugyeom in his studio. Randomly you chose to open some first, but it became too toxic as 9/10 were just hateful. The fandom was demanding you break up with Yugyeom and leave him alone because you didn't deserve him.

"Am I really not enough for you? Are you going to break up with me?" you glanced at him with tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

"What's gotten into you, Y/N? Why would you ever think you're not enough for me?" he got up and came to kneel in front of you, moving a strand of hair away from your face.

"Maybe they're right, you should find someone better than me." the tears were running freely down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey! Look at me." his bright big eyes were fixed on yours. "Don't ever doubt yourself and my feelings towards you because of some toxic people. You are the one for me and I'm the one for you, we both know that." he wiped a tear with his thumb, then pecked your cheek. "Ignore those messages, they're no good. Instead, let me put on a song I've been working on and tell me how you like it!" he grinned at you before getting back to his console.

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mammoney-honey · 4 years ago

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Summoning Circles: What to Offer the Brothers GN!MC

MC doesn’t need to set up anything to summon them since they have their pact but sometimes its just nice to add a bit of drama. It’s also a good way to get the brothers to accept Just Because gifts. So what would would MC lay out as an offering for their favorite demon in their pentagram?

Lucifer

Lucifer is hard to get gifts for because hes a man of few words and fewer guilty pleasures

MC does their best to keep an eye out for things he does like and finally sets things up when they feel that Luci needs a bit of a break

They mostly offer things that would make for a good date night but with one small exception: special gourmet dog treats

He won’t admit it, he says Cerberus is just a well trained guard dog, but that big boy gets only the best and MC knows that Lucifer will appreciate the gesture

The rest is all about setting the mood so Lucifer couldn’t possibly say no to staying

The first thing to accomplish this is the finest bottle of hellfire aged wine, a special request put through to Diavolo for whatever he thought Lucifer would like most

And to accompany a good drink you need some good food as well. A charcuterie board supplied with recommendations from Barbatos and Luke. The little guy should be called a mouse rather than a dog with how much he loves cheese. It took a long time for him to stop talking about it

One of the things that MC looks most fondly on of their time with Lucifer was quiet nights in listening and dancing to new music. They didn’t always share the same tastes but they were always willing to give it a go

So MC would find a vinyl, the only thing Lucifer would listen to the purest that he is, of their most recent favorite song or band so that they could share it with him

The last thing offered is that which Lucifer would want above all else as his own, MC

They can think of nothing else that would gain Lucifer’s attention more than offering their full and complete self. His pride could never allow him to deny taking MC when they offer themselves so willingly

He appears in full demon form, he can’t think of who would be ballsy enough to try and summon him and he has to pull back on his full power once he sees its MC

“MC, my dearest love, the pageantry is appreciated but overall unneeded. All you ever have to do is call my name, all I wish is to hear my name on your lips. But now that I’m here lets make sure you are screaming it”

Mammon

He is another one who is hard to gift things to but for the opposite reason as Lucifer. He likes too many things, wants everything and so it makes it impossible to tell what would actually mean something to him

MC tries their best to lay out things that will show how much they love and appreciate their favorite demon

Money of course is the first thing that is set out but not just spare Grimm or human cash

No, MC will put gift cards out for Mammon’s favorite places or for a date that they can have together. It feels more personal that way and they hope it shows that they pay attention to the things he likes

Mammon has a wardrobe to rival Asmo’s but he insists that it all has to do with his job as a model. Gotta keep up appearances and all that yanno. Hes just a label whore though and everyone knows it

He also just melts at the idea that MC might be thinking of what he would look good in so if they put out a new outfit or accessory, even if its just new sunglasses or a belt, he just about explodes

He will scoff and say that hes not sure if human styles are really his thing but of course puts whatever it is on quickly

Next would be a very special edition of the TSL dvds, a directors cut that even Levi couldn’t get his hands on. He has watched it with MC so many times he could practically recite it but they were always borrowing from Levi so it was about time to start wearing out their own copy

The last two things are more personal, something that shows just how much MC thinks of and misses being with him

The first of that is MC’s favorite set of pictures they took with Mammon, a silly photo booth strip that captured their first kiss. MC had surprised him on the first snapshot and it showed a progression of him getting redder and redder before finally kissing them back

Lastly is a page from their diary, as intimate an offering as they can possibly give. Its from a day where the longing for Mammon was at its strongest and filled with sweet words of how much they miss their first man

Mammon is freaked out at first thinking he is being summoned by another witch and is confused to see MC before taking it all in

“H-hey you don’t have to go through all this. I mean of course The Great Mammon won’t say no to the the things he deserves but ... b-but you only ever need to say my name, there is no where I’d rather be than with you”

Levi

Levi has a bad habit of just buying whatever he wants but considering that he has so many fandom’s its not hard to find some piece or another he doesn’t have

MC feels like his brothers don’t give much thought to his gifts though, just typing in a name they know and getting whatever they find. They want to give him something more personal and can’t just be bought and shipped in two days

MC starts to watch a lot of craft, cooking and cosplay YouTubers to try and put everything together themselves. It felt more genuine that way at least to them

MC tries to keep things diverse, hitting a couple of Levi’s favorites but mostly avoiding anything Ruri related since they are afraid of messing it up lmao

Instead they focus on the anime’s and games that they watched and played together. Almost like a collection of inside jokes that they are using to summon him

The first thing MC sets out is a prettily decorated plate of macrons, doing their best to replicate the colors and flavors described in the one bakery time management game they always played

MC also went through Levi’s super secret fanfiction accounts I will fight you he is totally a fic writer because he has so many self inserts and fix it fics and wrote out comments for every single thing he had written. They printed them out not because they didn’t think he read them but to show that they were the ones that left them

Along with the comments MC also created art for Levi’s most beloved OC, creating cute enamel pins of them in chibi form with the cannon character he paired them with

The last two things came as a sort of combo, a couples cosplay from the romance anime they had watched together. The protagonist had been a shut in otaku who had found his soulmate when they were reborn into his world and Levi had latched onto him immediately

It had taken a lot of blood sweat and tears trying to get both of the outfits cannon perfect but damn it MC was not going to settle for anything less

At one point they forgot they were making it for Levi and just got caught up in the the drama that was finding the perfect buttons and trim color

Overall they were so proud of the sewing skills they just wanted to call on him the moment they were done so he could see but they got a hold of themselves so they could set up what they had planned

Levi was summoned into the circle still wearing his headset and fingers tapping at a controller that had been left behind

His demon side comes out at having been cost a serious match from the sounds of it but his anger turns to confusion at seeing MC and then into wide eyed amazement at all of the things in front of him

He started to gush about every single thing he saw before he realized that MC was there beaming at him

“You went through all this trouble to prove that you aren’t a normie and yet you summon me this way?? J-just say my name like you’re supposed to! I kind of like hearing you say it anyway ...”

Satan

Satan surprisingly doesn’t like being the center of attention and thus doesn’t really like surprises or receiving gifts. He also doubts that anyone understands him enough to give him what he wants cocky ass that he is

The idea for the things to set out in his summoning circle came to MC when discussing love potions with Satan and Solomon one day. They were talking about how smell plays such a strong part and Satan let slip some of the things he might smell after MC listed some of theirs

So while MC doesn’t have much, well any, experience in magic or potions they do want to try to stir up those feelings those smells produce in Satan

The first thing he had said came as a surprise to no one, the smell of parchment and ink

MC used each of them as their own separate offering on the pentagram. They used a fancy new calligraphy quill dipped in green ink that matched his eyes to write a long love note for him

The ink was still wet on the parchment that they set down and left the quill and remaining ink as the second gift

The next thing he mentioned was another one MC expected: tea leaves

So MC just walked into their local tea shop and let their nose lead the way. Anything that caught their attention or made them want to keep smelling they bought, creating their own special blend just for Satan

It wasn’t necessarily something that Satan would say for himself but MC had started to burn different candles in their room when he would come to rant when he was angry, trying to find a scent that he could associate with being calm when they helped him work through the anger

Whatever candle seemed to work the best is the candle that MC sets out for him. Probably something woodsy, pine or balsam or even sandalwood. It brings back good memories for MC, kissing all those worries of his away and hopes it does the same

The last item is one that made MC blush when they heard Satan admit it, he had liked the scent of their shampoo

He hadn’t said that specifically but he had closed his eyes and described a scent that he couldnt place but that he adored and when MC was taking their shower that night it clicked

It might have been a little lame, leaving a bottle of shampoo out for Satan but MC knew that when he realized what that scent he loved so much was that he would get the cutest blush

They weren’t disappointed when they summoned Satan. He hid his shock of being summoned this way well, taking his time to walk around the circle and examine each offering. He immediately knew where they had gotten the inspiration and teased them about being such a sap

He stopped when he got to the shampoo though, not sure how that fit into the equation until he smelled it. It dawned on him and there was that blush that he tried to hide by turning his face away

“You always did like to make things difficult on yourself didn’t you? I’m only ever a call away for you kitten. Now come here and let me really breath you in, you’re simply intoxicating to me and I can’t stay away.”

Asmo

Asmo is never shy about when he doesn’t like gifts that people have given him but he has only ever cherished what MC has gotten him. Every small trinket and gift he has on full display in his room and he will wear something that MC got them when he misses them the most

He also will do it when he wants to bother his brothers and show off that MC simply lavished him in gifts (Mammon and Levi are the only ones who fall for it lmao)

So MC decides to offer Asmo things that will allow him to parade around their love for him, things to keep them close when MC isn’t there

The first thing that MC gets Asmo is new nail polish, a color that they agonized over finding because they wanted it to match his eyes perfectly

Asmo has a very organized planner, its how he keeps track of all the events he is invited to, when he has dates, who hes slept with, who hes going to sleep with and everything in between

MC commissions custom made stickers for him so he can decorate the pages of his planner even more. Specifically a whole sheet of cute stickers of them together he could use for when they planned date nights

The next thing was something for Asmo’s room which he was always changing and refreshing so it looked forever interesting for Devilgram pics

MC gets a large print of Asmo’s favorite picture of them together and puts it in a beautiful frame that perfectly matched his favorite decorating style. Perfect to show to the world that Asmo was their favorite demon and that they looked so good together

And so they can take even more pictures of themselves together MC buys a Polaroid camera for Asmo. His phone will always be his favorite thing to take pics on but this way they could have them printed instantly and it continues to let him be trendy

Lastly MC gets Asmo a necklace. A dainty rose gold chain that he can wear with practically everything and with a diamond accented heart shaped locket that could easily be tucked away if needed. It was an enchanted locket, thanks to the help of Solomon, and it warmed when MC was thinking of him

Its the first thing Asmo grabs and quickly puts on, showing it off for MC

“Oh MC you are simply the cutest thing I have ever seen~ I’m sorry I don’t have something to give you in return. I hope the fact that my heart beats only for you will make up for it, now come here I’ve been without kisses too long.”

Beel

Its SO hard not to just grab whatever is in the kitchen at the time and throw it in the summoning circle and call it a day for Beel

But he is more than just his hunger and MC is always striving to show him that they understand that

It was harder than expected, just because asking anyone what Beel might want always got them food answers. They thought Belphie might be helpful but only got told “he probably just wants a nap ... its what I would want”

MC starts to think of all the most special moments they had with Beel, trying to think what about them made them so memorable and they knew for a fact that it wasn’t the food

The first thing they come up with is a banner that MC made to cheer him on at one of his games. It had gotten a little tattered and torn because it had rained that day but they just couldn’t let it go

Mostly because Beel after winning had ran up into the stands and kissed them for the first time. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t ever kissed but they had always been the one to make the first move but this time Beel had come to them. Of course in the biggest gesture possible

It was cheating a little bit offering a cookbook, it was still food related, but it felt better than putting in actual food

This particular cookbook was special to MC too, they had spent several months trying to recreate one of the recipes from it down in the Devildom when MC didn’t have it. Even their D.D.D had been no help in finding the human world dish they were trying so hard to recreate

It had finally been Beel who had found someplace that sold the food they had been craving. He had even been able to bring it back completely untouched just so that they could have it all though he didn’t complain when they offered him several bites from their fork

MC pulls the next thing from their own shelves at home, a well read copy of Lord of the Flies. The spine cracked and little notes about their favorite parts scribbled in the margin

It was one of the human novels that Satan had and one of MCs favorites from school. Beel had caught them reading it and thought the title was ironic but the more he watched MC get engrossed in reading the more curious he got

He eventually asked MC to read it to him, he actually liked books even if most didn’t take him for the type it was just that he had a hard time actually reading himself. He always got distracted by food but audio books always worked well for him when he was working out, it turned out to be even better when MC read to him when he was eating

It was the best of both worlds for him and he found the story actually pretty funny, slightly worrying MC but they figured they couldn’t blame a demon for getting enjoyment out of a story like that. He did find their lack of food concerning though so at least there was that

One of the things that Beel often complained about when MC was living in the devildom was that when he went to go eat they weren’t always there. Sure Beel would ask them to tag along whenever possible but it didn’t always happen. He would call them from the kitchen at times and tell them that he missed them

MC was sure the other brothers would have something to say about it but knew that Beel would genuinely enjoy the next thing MC offered. Amagnet with his favorite picture of them. It was MC caught in a candid he took, mid bite in a dessert he had made them and his hand could just be seen wiping some whipped cream off MC’s cheek

It was a way that Beel could have MC with him at his favorite place every time

The last thing that MC laid out was something that was inspired by Beel. He had once given them a coupon for a free meal by him and they had thought it was just about the cutest thing ever

They made him a whole coupon book of favors ranging from cooking any meal he wanted to recording his workouts for him and of course lots of coupons for hugs and kisses

Beel isn’t used to being summoned at all so hes slightly disoriented when he finds himself suddenly in the human world. As soon as he sees MC though its nothing but smiles and he doesn’t even notice the gifts until after

“MC did you know I was thinking about you? Sometimes I just say your name and hope you will appear ... so if you ever think of me just say my name. I want to be here, even if its during dinner”

Belphie

Belphie is not one to beat around the bush at all. He is a creature of habit and just wants more of the same things that he already has. Dont fix something if its not broke right?

So its fairly easy to fill his summoning circle with things that he loves, just adding to his ever growing collection of happy nap time things

That isn’t to say that MC just grabs whatever blanket or pillows they have laying around, they still want it to be special for him

So yes the first two things they offer to Belphie is a pillow and blanket, there was never going to be anything else but MC spent a long time putting their love into finding just the right ones for him ... and still couldn’t find what they wanted

MC used this as an excuse to create something themselves for their sleepy boy. They dived deep into youtube and pintrest and spent more money than they care to admit on materials until finally they made what they wanted

The first was a quilt large enough for three cause the twins like to make MC a sandwich in a cow print pattern that matched his pillow and demon form marks, lined with the softest fabric she could find that was the same purple as his eyes

His pillow was another quilted design, this time of a cloudy night sky with a sleepy cow jumping over the moon. MC stitched his name in pretty gold thread on the back long with a sweet ‘I love you’

There was one last fluffy thing to give to him, this one MC knew he would probably scoff and tease them about but they couldn’t help it. They saw the angry looking cow plushie and just could not walk away

They have actually been sleeping with it when they miss him most and even if he doesn’t like the plushie the fact they have slept with it so much will make him a bit fonder of it

Even though they were pretty sure that Belphie knew every star in the sky MC couldn’t help but get a book with stories about the constellations. He might already know them all but they thought that he might still enjoy hearing them read to him as he drifted to sleep

The last thing MC has to offer him is also star related. A star map of the day that they made their pact. It was the day that MC had fully forgiven everything that had happened before and their relationship had truly began

When Belphie was summoned he was half asleep but knew who it must be even in his sluggish state. He gave a big yawn and looked around at all the things around him

“At least things are already set up for the perfect nap, including having you. MC next time just say my name alright? Its much more of a drag this way ... and I want to know when you are dreaming of me”

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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WIPWed: Festering Edition: 6/2/21: WINTERS

@bloody-no-kissu @tenshiyuna & two (?) Nonnies...y'all thirsty for those snake dicks, huh? 😂

So as of right now, here's the Winters folder:

The first two (Winters Can be Lonely & Longest Night) are already done/posted. The Bedtime Story is the file that started the whole mess (and most of that file is in the original Winters), and the 'Bandit' part is...something I might go back to but needs serious consideration. (That note from the original Winters about the chapter that got Real Dark Real Fast? That's the Bandits part. It started going in a direction I wasn't comfortable with, and while I like the concept/idea there are parts of it that need major tweaking if it's ever going to get posted.)

"Summer Skin" is...ok sorry MA I'm throwing you under the bus. 😂 @mamanabeille's new pet gave her a heart attack the other day when he started shedding, and after we all knew he was ok & the drama was past my Plunny Brain went "...oooooh What If." Bc did you know when lizards shed their skins they flop over all dead-like and scare their poor mamans half to death? 😂 I don't have anything for this beyond notes, bc it literally just happened, but the idea is it's the first summer after they've mated and Luka didn't warn Marinette about shedding. Chaos ensues.

"Human Feet" is one Bloods prompted with the idea that Luka, not having spent a lot of time around humans, is fascinated by Marinette's feet. It's set within the first few days after they met, when Marinette comes back to the river to chat up this fascinating snakeman she just met, and she goes for a swim that puts her bare feet on full display. (There's a Tarzan-esque scene where she kicks him in the face and everything. I'm 90% sure I'm writing this one just for that scene. 😂)

"A Day in Your Scales" is another DQ & totally because of her Naginette fic The Magic of You. It's still getting hammered out as to setting/etc, but the initial idea was Marinette was having a moment of insecurity, wondering if Luka regretted mating a human, and made the mistake of sharing this fear with Rose. Rose, being the oh-so-helpful fae sister she is, tries to cast a glamour on Marinette that would make her a nagi for a day - except it backfires and also turns Luka human. And it's supposed to just be silly, fluffy learning how the other works/communicating/shenanigans (like, y'know, Luka learning how to walk).

Rose left before Luka returned, though she was loathe to leave Marinette alone with her concerning thoughts. When she relayed their conversation to Juleka, the nagi’s surprised expression mirrored the one Rose had worn.

“Ssssshe’s worried about what?” Juleka asked, her tail flicking behind her in agitation. Rose groaned as she threw her hands up in the air.

“I know, right?” she cried. “She’s being silly! How long have they been together now? And Luka’s crazy about her – like hell he’d actually leave her!”

“Luka is fierccccely loyal,” Juleka hummed in agreement. “Even if it was in our cussstom to leave a mate, he would be unlikely to. Not Marinette.”

Rose hummed, her troubled gaze on the vegetables she was chopping for their dinner. Juleka shifted again, looking at the mushrooms she was cleaning without really seeing them.

“…did ssshe ssssay why?” she asked, looking back at her mate. Rose shook her head.

“Not really, no,” she sighed. “It…kinda came out of the blue? We were talking about Anarka’s visit, and then she just…got really quiet. You don’t think it was Ma, do you? You don’t think she finally met Anarka and got scared off?”

“If our father hasn’t ssscared her off yet, I highly doubt Ma will,” Juleka scoffed. The ghost of a smile flickered on Rose’s face at that, but it didn’t really last. Juleka reached out and laid a hand on Rose’s shoulder. “I’m sssure it’sss nothing, love. Marinette may be a witch, but ssshe is ssstill human. It’ssss natural to have ssssuch doubtsss.”

“I never did,” Rose tutted, and Juleka rolled her eyes with a smile. Rose squeaked as she moved, quick as lightning, to jerk her away from the table and wrap her serpentine half around her. She loomed over her fae mate, a knowing smirk on her face. Her tongue flicked out, scenting the air around them. Rose loved when Juleka took charge like this. She could smell the sudden shift in her mood, from worried to aroused, and she savored it.

“You are Sssídhe,” she hissed, stroking the backs of her fingers along Rose’s cheek. “You have always been more…accussstomed to our world than Marinette. Ssshe ssstill has much to learn.”

…Juleka immediately knew, despite her intentions, that it was the wrong thing to say. Rose’s eyes had widened in delight, that familiar I Know How to Fix This! light gleaming in her sapphire depths. Juleka’s hand cupped her cheek, and she tapped her with a claw.

“Rose, no,” she said, but Rose only pulled her down for an enthusiastic kiss. She groaned when Rose pulled away and immediately began shimmying out of her coils. “Rose.”

“Oh, relax!” Rose tutted, waving her off. She winked at her over her shoulder, and then disappeared with a pop, her words echoing in the air around them. “It’ll be fine!”

Juleka sighed and picked up her cleaned mushrooms, carrying them over to the other vegetables to finish preparing their dinner. Despite what Rose said, she knew her mate. She always meant well, but…

Her eyes landed on the charmed hat hanging by the door. Rose always meant well, but her plans also always had a way of backfiring on them. She just prayed Rose knew what she was doing.

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Perhaps you’re feeling bored at home or, if considered an “essential” worker like me, you need a little fun and stress relief. Here is my masterpost of fic recs from my two years of reading so far. Maybe you’ll find something new, or reconnect with an old favorite. Either way--

Enjoy! 😷💕

Reylo Fics that Deserve All the Love

Near Kinsman by englishable

Englishable is just one of the best writers I’ve encountered in fandom. This historical western mail order bride AU is top notch quality.

The Masochism of Self-Defence by greyorchids

The Reylo dynamic in this Boston PD AU is steamy, but also heartfelt.

So Much Thin Glass by walkingsaladshooter

Never knew I loved modern day Gothic AUs until I ran across this one.

Heaven Forbid by DarkKnightDarkSide

I was stunned by the author’s creativity in this Priestlo fic. So smutty. So... inventive 😉🔥

Sonder by deathbyhumidity

Two strangers passing each other by on the train. Soft, dreamlike, somber, poignant. Modern AU.

And Still I Would Remember by Inmyownidiom

A Victorian era AU of two souls that parted and come crashing back together.

So, You've Decided to Glamour a Human Girl. by selunchen

Faeries AU! Ben, a fae, and Rey, a human. Shenanigans ensue.

Live Long, and Prosper by SaintHeretical

For the Reylo Trekkies. Hell, even if you don't do Star Trek, read this. PHENOMENAL.

Mr. Solo & Miss Wellfound by LinearA

“Regency/Victorian AU, Ben sees Rey's stockinged ankle by accident.”

Diyari by Nervoustouch

Modern archeologists AU. Snarky banter with dashes of Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and Sahara vibes.

Drawn to the light of your burning sorrows by Kyriadamorte

The Mothlo AU you didn’t know you needed. Both gritty and soft.

Crown Glass by RebelRebel

Fantasy AU, with lots of beautiful imagery and engaging character dynamics.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA

NYC Jewish Leia and Ben. Skillfully layered plot, nuanced characterization. Smut is HOT.

By the Shores of Varykino Lake by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

Unhealthy dynamics, definitely read the tags. “There’s a lot of fucked-up-ness”, in the author’s own words. But it’s good writing. Fair warning.

Let Me Put My Darkness In You by ArdeaJestin

Canonverse. Hux is an insufferable, pompous ass and Kylo Ren writes terrible, melodramatic poetry.

Wintertide by Zabeta

Whimsical and primitive in turn, this lives up to the style of a true fairytale AU.

The Forty Thieves by PoetHrotsvitha

Peaky Blinders/Gangsters AU. Rey starts as Ben’s bartender and ends up as so much more.

I Said to My Soul, Be Still by LinearA

Dark!Rey takes her man. 🥵🔥💕

Hux's Rousing Pep Talks by Riels_shorts

This fic is hysterical. It’s not Reylo, and I don’t care. My list, my rules.

It's All I Can Do To Leave You Alone by TazWren

Office AU. Silly, spunky, with a bashful Ben.

Sip the Honey Sweet by dietplainlite

Anne of Green Gables-esque/Edwardian era AU, the title really says it all.

The Pull to the Light by HarpiaHarpyja

Entrancingly macabre. This modern/fantasy/monsters AU catches your attention from the get-go, and never lets you off the hook.

lay then the axe to the root by sciosophia

All the Bronte goodness, plus smut.

The Golden Age by TourmalineGreen

Golden Age of Hollywood AU in which Ben is a jaded actor in serious need of an image fix, in the form of fresh-faced actress Rey.

Never Be Your Curse by Kate_Reid

Kylo Ren is a go-go dancer in this AU. That was enough to get my attention 😘

Gallows God by Killtheselights

Bursting with deliciously grim imagery, an intelligent take on Norse mythology.

Thunderstorms, Clouds, Snow, and a Slight Drizzle by aNerdObsessed

Who doesn’t love an ugly sweater Christmas party? Ben Solo, that’s who. All the nostalgic wintertime feels in this modern AU.

Though My Soul Has Set in Darkness by englishable

It’s not long, but it’s good. A lyrical dive into the mindspace of child Ben Solo. A true gem. Also not technically Reylo. Still don’t care.

I Dare You by tinylittlebrain

Daredevil Kylo has pissed off ER doc Rey Kenobi for the last time. Spicy!

stuck in colder weather by redbelles

Professor Ren stops grad student Rey from biking home in a snow storm. And takes her to his home. You can guess where this goes 😉

Between Sky and Sea by nessalk

Serious Indiana Jones vibes with a Caribbean flair. Painstakingly researched, and moments of true beauty and joy.

But Before Tomorrow by Kate_Reid

Such good writing. Canonverse.

The Sword of Prince Hector by englishable

Exploration of what redemption might feel like for Ben, canonverse.

if compassion be the breath of life, breathe on me by Victoryindeath2

All the angst and unknowns that we were left with in the wake of TLJ are soothed in this canonverse piece.

build a ladder to the stars by redbelles

An exploration of events post-Crait. Fantastic, beautifully written.

nor are we forgiven (which brings us back) by TolkienGirl

Both Kylo and Rey get to see what life would have been like if they both got exactly what they thought they wanted after TLJ. Fascinating read.

Forsworn by Erulisse17

This Mando/ST crossover has everything you could want--action, witty banter, space romance! So much fun!

Reylo Favorites & Classics

One Shots

59 Minutes by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

For Science by KyloTrashForever, ohwise1ne

He Made It Through the Wilderness (somehow he made it through) by LovesBitca8

light carries on endlessly by lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora)

Grey by ocjones

The Idiot's Guide to Flirting by Violetwilson

High School/College AU

I Caught Fire by KyloTrashForever

Mountain Springs High School by animal

Epithumia by pontmercy44

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth

Office/Workplace AU

Sensual Storytime by andabatae

The Food of Love by LovesBitca8

Historical/Dystopia AU

Hiraeth by Ferasha

a manner of virtue by neonheartbeat

The lamb's thirst by animal

Wanted by Inmyownidiom

She Who Would be Queen by sasstasticmad

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives

ABO

Knot My First Time by KyloTrashForever

Canonverse/Canon-divergent

variations on a theme of you by diasterisms (Reydar)

i will be the wolf by diasterisms

Sky Marked Souls by AnonymousMink

The Death of Kylo Ren by nymja

World In My Eyes by sasstasticmad

i'm always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by diasterisms

Catch Me I’m Falling by violethoure666

Sword of the Jedi by diasterisms

You'll Be the One to Turn by postedbygaslight

Dark Crown by Violetwilson

Harry Potter AU

Nocturnal Studies And Other Peculiar Magic by WaterlilyRose

Otherwise Modern AU

Pretense by Celia_and

Insta-heart by slipgoingunder

Serotonin and Dopamine by pontmercy44

The Elusive Mating Dance of the Porgus Adorabilis by andabatae

Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter

WAR DOGS by fulcrumstardust

miles from where you are by Mooncactus

Charcoal by luvkurai

Stay by jeeno2

coarse and rough and irritating by frak-all (or_ryn)

Blades Crossed by the-reylo-void (Anysia)

Embers by sciosophia

Mitan, Midi by animal

Janus by englishable

Say My Name by Graendoll

Thank You for The Music by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

darling, so it goes by akosmia

This is the Sign You've Been Looking For by RebelRebel

Broken Things by midnightbluefox

One-Night Stand by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

The Rebel Side of Heaven by jeeno2

On The Bumpy Road (To Love) by violethoure666

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by Like_A_Dove

I’d Like My Obituary to Hint at a Sequel by Violetwilson

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson

Not Reylo, Still Awesome

Gingerflower/Gingerrose, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico

Between Sand and Sea by Brit Hux-Tico (birchwoods01)

If Ever I Would Leave You by Weddersins

Her Yellow Rainboots by Weddersins

Merrical, Cal Kestis/Merrin (Jedi: Fallen Order)

The Stars Alight by FlyingMachine

Heavy Ice by FlyingMachine

Caltrilla, Cal Kestis/Trilla Suduri (Jedi: Fallen Order)

No One Else by xanderwilde

call it what you want by xanderwilde

tear you to pieces by xanderwilde

Dramione, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter Universe)

Now Is A Gift by SenLinYu

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll

Zutara, Katara/Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

oracle bones by an orphaned account

Fics by Me

Virtue Ethics

Reylo College AU (completed)

Dr. Ben Solo, adjunct philosophy professor and part-time martial arts instructor, discovers a young woman in his Intro to Philosophy course whom he thinks may not actually be enrolled at the University.

Chiasmus

Reylo Role-reversal canonverse AU (WIP)

Scourge of the galaxy, Kira Ren, is tasked by the First Order to eliminate the last of the Jedi. When she captures hotshot podracer Ben Solo to extract Luke Skywalker’s location from him, things do not go according to plan.

This Dance of Light, This Sacred Blessing

Snapshots of a modern Reylo AU. Smutty, prosey one-shot.

Listen Up, Kid

Canonverse Reylo Post TLJ one-shot

The ghosts of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's past are back to haunt him with a vengeance. A well-meaning, familial kind of vengeance. Or, A Star Wars Carol.

Ben’s Body

Reylo Modern AU (completed)

Rey is an up and coming sculptor specialising in human shape and form. Her new next door neighbour has a body to die for and she's determined to preserve it in marble forever. Now she just has to convince dashing and reclusive Ben to model for her. Preferably naked.

Growin’ Up

Reylo High School AU (completed)

Ben Solo was supposed to only be ruining his own life with his bad decisions. Rey Niima was just trying to pay attention in class. Both get stuck in detention.

Seven Texts, 2 AM

Reylo Modern AU, smutty one-shot

Ben has good reasons not to have sex with his neighbor, Rey. She has other ideas.

Song of the Forest

Reylo Fantasy/BatB/Fairytale AU (completed)

Once upon a time, a girl with an unknown past appeared on the doorsteps of a lord’s manor, and now the forest at the edge of the lord’s property is calling to her.

A Season of Frost & Warmth

Modern Reylo P&P AU (completed)

When Ben shows up to a Halloween party with no costume, it only confirms Rey’s certainty that he is the world’s biggest jerk. Until it comes to light that maybe... he isn’t.

Follow Me Home

Modern Werewolf Reylo AU (completed)

Rey gets stone drunk and brings home a big cute husky she found in an alley. The next morning, she finds a naked man built like a fridge sleeping on her living room floor, and no dog in sight.

The Gentleness That Comes

Reylo Modern AU one-shot

Underground boxer!Ben is resigned to his life of violence, until he meets a pretty new bartender one night.

Unlikely, Unbidden, Unbound

Gingerflower canonverse AU (WIP)

General Hux is imprisoned by the Resistance when the First Order falls. He had known his death was coming, it was simply a matter of course. He’s disappointed to learn the Resistance has other plans, and an unwavering policy of giving people second chances.

@thereylowritingden @reylofic @nancylovesreylo @grlie-girl @lilia-ula @greyforceuser @tazwren @mhcalamas

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