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dirtywresling102 · 2 years ago

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Commission: @childofsaltwater@childofsaltwater

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt.

Warnings: Wyatt family attacking Nicole, Fluff, Jeff being cute, head shot from a chair, hospital.

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“And for the Wyatt Family.” I stared directly into the camera, rolling my eyes and giving a scoff. “Nothing and I mean nothing will get in my way when I win the Raw Women’s Championship this Sunday at Survivor Series.” I smirked. “Not even you smelly barn yard animals.” Hearing the crowd roar from backstage, I couldn’t help but to break character and give a slight smirk.

“And that’s a wrap.” The camera man said right after the red dot disappeared. Him and another crew member gathered the cables to take another shot of someone else’s segment in another area of the arena.

“That was great, Nicole.” Charly smiled, handing the microphone to the crew member passing by. “I’m rooting on you winning the title from Asuka.”

“Thanks, Charly.” I laughed. Being great friends with Asuka outside of the ring made our storyline better. Asuka and I practice in and out of the ring, we discuss our matches together and see what we could do better for the both of us.

“Oh, I think a certain Hardy is trying to get your attention.” Charly giggled, eyeing behind me. Turning my head, I saw Jeff Hardy waving at me with a bright smile. I quickly looked away, a blush painted on my cheeks. “I think he likes you.” She softly spoke but still loud enough for people around to hear.

“Shh!” I hissed out. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter from her words. “Don’t say that out loud!”

Laughing, Charly turned her heels about to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Nicole!” She then left, heading to her next interview.

“That was a great promo you shot.” I jumped slightly hearing a country accent.

“Thank you.” I smiled as Jeff circled around and sat on a crate beside me. Fresh paint covering his face. I always loved the white, black and purple colors designs on his face. My eyes skimmed over his face, I soaked in his look. His dark hair pulled back into a bun, both sides of his head cleanly shaved as if he just walked out of the barber. His gauges were slightly bigger, he must have just recently moved down in size. His beard was trimmed and shaped in the cool shapes like he usually does.

Hearing him clear his throat, I quickly snapped out of my haze and swallowed nervously, scared he caught me staring. “I like your face paint tonight.” I squeaked out, trying to come up with something so it wasn’t obvious that I was daydreaming about him.

“Why thank you.” Jeff smiled. “I’m trying a new brand so it won’t come off as easily while I wrestle.” His thick accent made wrestle sound like ‘wrastle’. “Anyways, I really hope you win this Sunday.” Jeff had his hands on his muscular thighs as he sat.

I fiddled with my fingers, my stomach tightening. “Thanks Jeff.” Was really all I could say, too scared to say anything else just in case I said something ridiculous.

“Ya know I’m going to be in your corner that night, right?” Jeff acknowledged the fact.

“Really?” I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course! You’re my partner and we gotta stick together! I want to be the first person you hug once you win that gold!” Jeff exclaimed. Ever since Matt left the WWE and went to AEW, Jeff was lonely here on the opposite wrestling company. Seeing a amidiant change in his mood along with his personality. Jumping into action I spoke with Jeff every Monday during Raw, we even started to travel everywhere together and when we weren’t together we text nonstop, talking for hours. We immediately became friends.

I started to get text from a number I didn’t recognize, the person greeting themselves as Matt, Jeff’s older brother. Matt appreciated me going out of my way to make sure Jeff didn’t go on a binge because Matt left him. I was scared that Jeff would relapse and spiral out of control. Being in each other's corners was beneficial for both of us. Me being there for Jeff so he won’t hit the bottle or any illegal things and Jeff was there for me as a vet and keeping out of trouble. Jeff was a great friend and a perfect mentor even though my feelings were growing stronger and stronger towards him each and every day, I managed to keep things professional even though other close friends wanted me to make a move.

Watching Jeff on the television as a teenager made me daydream and fantasize about becoming a wrestler, he was the one who made me want to drive myself to become one. I’d get judged at school for having an alcoholic and drug abuser as a role model. Becoming friends with Jeff was a dream come true.

“So what do you say?” Jeff asked, giving me a small smile.

“I- I’m sorry, what?” I blinked, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own thoughts that he was speaking to me.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his opposite shoulder. “I uh, I was wondering if you’d want to go eat out after your match this Sunday?”

Jeff Hardy, my teenhood crush wanted to take me out for dinner the night I might win the title? Trying to keep myself in check, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Dinner sounds nice, Jeff.” I smiled at him. Checking the time on my phone I nearly forgot my flight. “Oh geez, I’m going to be late for my flight again.” I groaned.

“Well, let's get your stuff and rush to the airport.” Jeff hopped down from the crate, pulling out his car keys.

Throughout the week Jeff was on my mind. Constantly cleaning or trying to do other things other than just text Jeff. I needed a clear mind going into Survivor Series. Laying in bed, I looked through my social media even texting Auska the details I had in mind about our match. Clicking on Instagram I checked what pictures I was tagged in. I smiled widely as a fan tagged me and Jeff in a photo that I’ve never seen. The pros about paparazzi was they can get great pictures. Cons, they can sometimes get terrible pictures and still post them on social media without a care that others will make fun.

My eyes cast down at the status. ‘I think Nicole and Jeff would make the cutest couple!’ I smiled at the complement. I wondered if this was true, Jeff was years older than me, so I wasn’t sure if we’d get gross looks because of the age difference. The biggest question was; did he like me more than a friend?

Huffing out a sigh, I locked my phone and tossed it to the night stand and slowly fell asleep.

Standing by the gorilla, my focus was on the television, the camera pointed at Jeff sitting at the commentating table along with Michael, Byron and Corey. Jeff smiled widely and waved at the camera leanse. I smiled at the gesture, knowing it was for me. Seeing Jeff smile settled my nerves. “After this match I’ll be having dinner with Jeff.” I mumbled to myself.

“Dinner with Jeff!?” I heard someone yell.

Quickly turning around, Auska had a big smile on her lips, her green makeup around her eyes. “S- Shh, shh.” I looked around making sure nobody was listening. “Yes, Jeff asked me out to dinner after our match but please don’t tell anyone.” I begged, I didn’t know if this was just a friendly dinner or something more.

The smaller woman rushed up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a large hug. I hugged her back. “I promise I won’t tell.” Asuka nodded. Hearing her theme hit, Asuka pulled away. “I’ll see you out there, champ.” She winked and rushed out behind the curtain.

Groaning loudly as Auska kicked me in the stomach I kneeled down. The lights beaming down on me was making me sweat more than the activities I was doing in the ring. “Oh, what a rough kick to Nicole!” Michael Cole announced. “I don’t think your partner is doing so hot out there, Jeff.” He added on.

“Trust me Cole, she’s doing great in the ring. Better than you’ll ever be.” Jeff smirked, trying to act as if he wasn’t on the edge of his seat. He was worried that I got hurt, his eyes darting around the ring as Auska and I ran the ropes soon colliding into each other.

Bouncing off of the ropes, running towards Auska I shoulder tackled her, plastering her on the mat. Rushing towards the turnbuckle I quickly climbed to the third one and striked a pose. Photographers and fans quickly snapped photos of me before I splashed on top of Auska. A grunt escaped her lips, as I quickly pinned her I whispered; “Are you okay?”

The ref slammed his hand down on the mat. “One!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Great match.” She spoke, I nearly missed what she said as the ref slammed his hand for the third time.

The bell rang loudly as I crawled off of Auska. “Here’s your winner! Nicole!” The crowd roared and screamed. As I was on my knees, panting the ref handed me the Raw Women’s Championship and raised my left hand. Looking over to my left I saw Jeff standing and clapping loudly with a smile on his face.

“And what’s this? It’s- It’s Bray Wyatt with a chair!”

I didn’t even notice anyone behind me as I was distracted by Jeff who was now in a panic. “Look out!” He yelled, pointing behind me.

I arched my eyebrow, slowly looking behind me to see what Jeff was trying to warn me about. My eyes widened at the sight of Bray Wyatt raising a chair and it coming down. The impact of the chair hitting the side of my head echoed throughout the arena. Dropping the title, I slumped onto the ring, seeing darkness.

All I heard was Bray speaking into the mic. “I warned you Hardy, I told you if you wouldn’t join me and my family and if you don’t, people close to you are going to get hurt!” He let out a sinister laugh.

“Holy shit, Nicole!” Jeff slid into the ring, holding me close. “Where are the medics!?” Jeff screamed at the ref.

Sitting in the trainer's room, I held an ice pack to the back of my head. “How in the hell did you take a chair shot and not split open!” Jeff exclaimed, trying to examine my head making sure there was no blood.

“Well, you know, being with the company for a decade, you pick up a few things kid.” I said in a teasing manner and gave Jeff a wink.

“Sure you have.” Jeff smiled but his face soon turned serious. “But you’re sure you’re okay?” He asked with a concerning look on his face.

“Yes, come on Hardy the doctors even cleared me.” I reminded him.

“I don’t really trust these doctors.” Jeff grumbled. “We should probably take you to the hospital.”

“No! No. Jeff really, I’m fine.” I smiled, taking the ice pack off of my head and sat it next to me. I really didn’t want to miss this date Jeff and I were about to have.

He squinted at me, studying me hard. “Hmm, if you say so.” He sighed. “But if your head hurts and your eyes are sensitive to the light you let me know asap and we will go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

“No, no ‘okay’, Nicole I’m being for real. This is dangerous. I need you to promise me.”

Huffing, I nodded. “Okay, I pinky promise Jeff that I’ll tell you.” I held out my pink and he wrapped his pinky around mine. Sliding off of the table, I tried not to show that my head was spinning. “Let me shower real quick and I’ll be out.” I smiled.

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that I left for the women’s locker room. Thankful that no one was in the room, I started to strip. Tossing my ring gear into my bag I walked towards the showers. Turning it on I hummed as the warm water hot my face. I leaned forward, resting my head against the cool tile. Only to hiss out slightly as it throbbed my head.

Opening my eyes I grunted as the water was now cold. Quickly shutting off the water I wrapped a towel around my body and went to my bag. Grabbing my phone my eyes widened as I saw that it was 11:45 PM. “What the fuck?” I mumbled, not realizing I must have knocked out in the shower. I saw text messages from family members congratulating me on my win. I saw one from Jeff wondering if I was okay. I quickly text back saying ‘getting dressed now’.’

Quickly drying off I threw on clean clothes and stuffed my things in my bag and rushed out of the locker room to see Jeff leaning against the wall with a frown. “Jesus, Nicole are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

“Hey, girl likes her showers.” She tried to laugh off the suspiciousness.

“Okay, well let's go.” Jeff grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you thought for dinner.” Jeff blushed as we sat across from each other. McDonalds in front of us. “No other restaurants were open.”

“It’s my fault, I showered too long.” I shrugged, grabbing a french fry and placing it in my mouth. I squinted slightly as the lights above hurt my eyes.

“Nicole, are you sure you’re okay?” Jeff asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, yeah I’m totally fine.” I waved my hand, trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of my head. “Just tired.” I grumbled, my eyes slowly shutting.

“Well, I really wanted to tell you something, Nicole. I was hoping it was at a more romantic place but I can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore-” He stopped talking as he noticed my eyes were shut. “Nicole?” I became slumped in the seat, darkness consuming me again.

Hearing heartbeat monitors beeping, my eyes slowly fluttered open. I was laying in bed, covers tucked me tightly. I was in a white room with an IV stuck in my vein and wires connected to me. “What the fu-”

“Nicole?” Jeff’s head quickly snapped up, I looked his way.

“What happened?” I groaned, holding my slightly less throbbing head.

“You passed out while we were having dinner.” Jeff frowned. “You promised me, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

Jeff gave me a ‘really’ face, not buying it. “Nicole.”

Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes. “I… I didn’t want to mess up our dinner plans. I didn’t want to postpone it because of my head.”

“Nicole, your health is the number one on my list.” Jeff held my hand. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if this concussion hurt you more than it did.”

“What did the doctor say anyways?” I asked, slightly sitting up more in the bed.

“Well, the IV is in you because you were dehydrated and they also put some medication in for the pain in your head. Other than that it was a concussion from the chair shot. They said you won’t be able to wrestle for two week.”

I frowned, looking over to my left to see the red title in the chair. “Don’t worry about the title, Nicole. You’re still the champion, they’re not going to take that away from you because you have a minor injury, they’ll have you cut some amazing promos but nothing in the ring.”

Sighing, I nodded knowing to trust Jeff. “When can I leave?”

“In a few hours, so when the sun is up.”

I looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning. I huffed out a sigh. “I really do hate hospitals.” I gave a shy smile.

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

Jeff’s tongue grazed across his bottom lip, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Well, darlin’” Jeff nibbled on the bottom of his lip. “I just wanted to tell you we’ve both been there for each other and I know I shouldn’t mix business and personal life together but I can’t ignore these feelings anymore, Nicole.” Jeff’s eyes shined as he looked at me.

My heart was picking up on each word he spoke. “I know what you mean?” I said softly, cupping the side of his face. The heart monitor is now picking up the pace.

He leaned into my touch. “Seeing you black out in the middle of the ring, it really scared me Nicole.” He tried to hold back the tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just a concussion.” I reminded him. “I’ll heal.”

Jeff sniffed. “What I’m trying to say here, Nicole is will you go out with me?”

I smiled widely as he asked me out. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jeff.”

Years down the road, Jeff and I got married, bought a house in the country and had a few animals.

“Jeff?” I asked, walking around the large house. Finding him in the office he was working on his computer.

“Yes baby?” He hummed, clicking and typing a few emails.

“I have a surprise for you.” I giggled, handing him a small box. I placed it in front of him.

Jeff eyed me carefully. “Nothing is going to pop out, right?” He grabbed the box, shaking it lightly.

“I promise, no please just open it.” I begged, holding up my camera as I clicked ‘record’.

Jeff gave a playful glare towards the camera, grabbing the lid and slowly opened it revealing a stick. “Surprise, daddy.” I giggled.

His eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” Jeff quickly stood up. I smiled, nodding my head.

“You’re going to be a dad!” I laughed. Jeff quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

“Our little family is finally growing.” He nuzzled his head against mine. Cupping his beard cheeks I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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Request: hiii!! you’re writing is so amazing! i can really feel the emotion in every one of your pieces and i really admire you! i remembered seeing an artist from the obey me fandom drawing like a parellel universe where the player is a part of the original game and the characters are the ones enamored and spending all their money on trying to get them. i thought it would be cool to see that for genshin and i think your writing would suit it! you can write about any character you would like, but if it isn’t too much to ask, would you throw in some albedo and xiao crumbs? i hope you have a nice day/night!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)ﻭ

This will be the new format seeing as freakin tumblr won't show my posts in the tags if it's an ask :'))

I just want to say this is such a cute idea and I was tempted to isekai the fuck outta this, but that would be overkill ahahahha! This was so fun to write and I got instantly inspired, my goodness - here's my take! With new headers to get in the mood, credits in the tags!

Universe Reversal

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players Albedo / Xiao (how they simp for you) (event masterlist) (Part 2 / Part 3)

Albedo the Fanartist

Albedo is a hardcore gamer that knows almost everything about the game, from lore to theories, to the best set up and farming routes.

This man found out about your character for a long while even before your release because of the leaked data content he'd been following for a while, your intricate design was the first thing that caught his attention, seeing as your skills and stories had yet to be published.

How he pulled you: Pity. He perfectly mastered the pity system to get you the moment your banner was open, and my goodness, was he checking for it every minute after the old banner was gone.

The first thing he does is take pictures, walk around, admire your voicelines and your animations. He's WHIPPED. He wants every bit of content related to you.

To the point that he himself ended up pioneering the fanart community dedicated to your character. His digital arts were always god-tier and had made a lot of players simp/pull for you when they weren't planning to do so.

Albedo was known by the community as the biggest (Y/N) simp and he carries that title proudly.

He already had notes about your lore, story and your connections to the main storyline and other characters. Most of the facts he already remembers by heart.

Would definitely buy official merchandise of you, especially and most definitely figurines!

He mains you in traveling to the point that your character feels more like the main character in the many times he had used you by default. He's just really in love with your design!

Had made many different kinds of fanarts regarding you, like modern, cross-dressing, royalty, 18+, and commissions.

Maxed out your constellation and unlocked all the stories and voicelines. You don the best artifact in the game and NEVER leaves his main team, unless it's absolutely necessary.

Had been caught daydreaming about you multiple times, truly a fanboy, has definitely flexed you more than enough times to his friends.

"Their design is unique and flexible, easy on the eyes yet intricate enough to make you look. If it were an option, I'd change the main character to them."

Favorite Voiceline: Good Morning...

Xiao the Lucky Puller

Xiao doesn't really care much about characters as he's a normal free to play gamer who works with what he has, and isn't obsessive with trying to get featured characters to the point of whaling.

How he pulled you: Insane luck. He wanted to take a shot in the dark to either get a nice new weapon or the other characters in the banner since he knew he won't have enough primogems to actually get you. Then lo and behold, you appear at his first ten pulls?!

You're probably, most definitely, his first five star and he is silently livid at the idea. He's also probably the only one to have it in his friend group so he would show his pull to their discord server immediately.

He has ZERO clue on how you operate tho, so he's gonna take his sweet time trying to figure out your builds and your gameplay/skills.

When he gets the feel of you, he begins using you more and more, still prideful of his first five star and lucky pull. His friends can't argue since you won't come home to them~

He indulges himself with reading your story and listening to your voicelines the most, to the point that he can tell apart your voicelines from the other characters. If there was a voiceline where you sing, GOOD SHIT-

He has you as his icon, and his signature is vaguely dedicated to your character.

You are part of his main team and built more for either support or sub dps. His most favorite part about you is your voicelines really, and your uh idle animation.

He's infatuated but does not outright accept nor deny that you are his game waifu. Secretly tho, he has read fanfiction for you before and may or may not have wrote one too

He really likes the isekai ones uhu

Had tried to cook the real life recipe of your signature dish, and it turned out really great!

"Their company and camaraderie and their voicelines and story is really nice and heartwarming. I wish I have someone like that."

Favorite Voiceline: About Us, Birthday Voiceline

This is such a cute headcanon to write uhu even tho it's so short huhu

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee @albaedhoe

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sineala · 3 years ago

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Tony Stark and Arthuriana

Coming to you by special request, a very long post about 616 Tony's interest in Arthuriana, with a focus on all of Tony's run-ins with Morgan le Fay!

I feel like I should disclaim the extent of my knowledge here, which is that I still haven't managed to read anywhere near every issue of Iron Man -- at least, not yet, anyway -- so I'm just going by the things I know I've read, and Morgan le Fay's Marvel wiki entry is frustratingly under-cited, so it's very possible I've missed something relevant, but I'm pretty sure I've got the big stuff down. My other disclaimer here is that I'm not as big an Arthurian nerd as Tony is, which is to say that most of my familiarity comes from modern retellings -- T. H. White's The Once and Future King, Marion Zimmer Bradley's The Mists of Avalon, Mary Stewart's The Crystal Cave, Rosemary Sutcliff's Sword at Sunset -- and not so much the usual classic sources on the Matter of Britain, though I've read bits and pieces of them.

(This is because I wanted to read versions of them that were as close to the original as possible but so far have not ended up finishing any of them because, well, that's hard. So I've never read the Mabinogion because I do not know Welsh. I've got the Norton Critical Edition of Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur, which is probably the best student edition if you're looking for something without modernized spellings, as I was. I've also got -- well, okay, it's my wife's but I'm borrowing it -- a relatively recent Boydell & Brewer edition (ed. Reeve, tr. Wright) of Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae (History of the Kings of Britain), which is, you guessed it, in Latin with a facing English translation. I haven't gotten very far in it because, in case you didn't know this about Latin texts, the beginning is pretty much always the hardest, so I gave up and read some Plautus adaptations instead. Anyway, if for some reason you too want to read Geoffrey of Monmouth in the original Latin I'd recommend that one, but I can't recommend any particular English translations because I've never read one by itself. I bet you didn't think you'd be getting Latin prose recommendations in this post. I mean, maybe you did; it is me, after all.)

Okay. Right. King Arthur. Here we go.

We've got:

Flashbacks to Tony's childhood in late Iron Man volume 1

A brief discussion of Morgan's origin story and Avengers #187

Iron Man vol 1 #149-150: Doomquest

What If vol 1 #33: What if Iron Man was trapped in the time of King Arthur?

Iron Man vol 1 #249-250: Recurring Knightmare

Iron Man: Legacy of Doom #1-4

Avengers vol 3 #1-4: The Morgan Conquest

Civil War: The Confession

Mighty Avengers vol 1 #9-11: Time Is On No One's Side

In terms of universe-internal chronology, we know from Iron Man #287, from 1992, that Tony has been a fan of King Arthur since childhood. This is an issue of a fandom-favorite arc which features Tony having a lot of childhood flashbacks, including the famous "Stark men are made of iron" line (in #286) that for some reason MCU fandom decided it loved; I mean, seriously, I've seen that quoted in way more MCU fic than 616 fic. But slightly later, in #287, we get an entire page devoted to Tony's love of King Arthur.

The narration reads: "Over the next few years, I learned as my father intended. Discipline of body. Strength of character. But in what free time I was allowed, I worked my way through the school's library. At thirteen, I discovered Mallory [sic], who showed me a whole new world. A world of dedication to a cause greater than oneself. Of chivalry and honor. And the fantastic deeds -- of armored heroes."

The art shows Tony as a child sitting under a tree, reading a book labeled Mort D'Arthur by Mallory [sic] -- no, don't ask me why nobody at Marvel checked how to spell either the name of the book or its author -- and daydreaming of King Arthur, the Sword in the Stone, knights, et cetera. Just in case you somehow missed the extremely blatant hint that we are meant to understand that Tony's knight obsession heavily influenced him becoming Iron Man as an adult, we see one of his armors mixed in with all the drawings of knights. So, yes, canonically Tony is Iron Man at least partly because he's a giant King Arthur nerd, which I think is so very sweet. I love him. He's such a dork!

(This issue is currently in print in the Iron Man Epic Collection War Machine, should you need your own copy.)

This isn't actually the only reference to Tony as a King Arthur fanboy in this era of canon, either; a little later, in IM #298, we see that one of Tony's passwords is actually "Mallory." (Yeah, no, they still couldn't spell. But it's cute.)

But in terms of actual publication order, this is definitely not the first time we have seen in canon that Tony is into Arthuriana, as I'm sure you all know. I would assume, in fact, that giving Tony a childhood interest in Arthuriana is because Doomquest is one of the most beloved Iron Man story arcs of all time, and that all started at least a decade before IM #287 here was published.

The villain of Doomquest -- the one who isn't Doctor Doom, at least -- is Morgan le Fay. Yes, that Morgan le Fay. Yes, Arthur's evil half-sister Morgan le Fay. Yes, all of this King Arthur stuff is canonically real history on Earth-616. Morgan's first appearance in Marvel, per the wiki, was in Black Knight #1 (1955), which I have not read, and judging by the summary I feel like this is probably just supposed to be a straight-up comic retelling of Arthurian legends for kids; I don't think Marvel really had the whole Marvel Universe in mind as a concept in 1955, so I'm not sure this was meant to connect to anything else. I feel like this is another one of those instances of Marvel discovering that they can write comics about characters in the public domain for free -- like, I'm pretty sure that's how we also ended up with, like, Norse, Greek, and Roman mythology wedged into 616.

As far as I can tell from the wiki, the first time Morgan tangled with the Avengers (or indeed the larger 616 universe) in any way actually predated Doomquest -- it was in an early arc in Spider-Woman (#2-6) and then Avengers #187, which came out in 1979, actually right when Demon in a Bottle was happening over in Iron Man comics. If you read #187, Iron Man is not in it because he's off the team due to his drinking problem and also his accidentally murdering the Carnelian ambassador problem. So Wonder Man's filling in instead. This issue is part of Michelinie's rather sporadic Avengers run, which makes sense, I guess, considering where we see Morgan next.

Anyway, Avengers #187 is the classic issue where Wanda is possessed by Chthon, but what you may not remember from Chthon's backstory (I sure didn't!) is that he was summoned by Morgan le Fay because she was the first person who tried to wield the Darkhold to summon him. As you can imagine, this did not work out especially well for her and her followers and they had to seal Chthon away in Wundagore Mountain, which was where Wanda found him. (The Spider-Woman stuff is only slightly earlier and also appears to be about Morgan and the Darkhold; the Darkhold is not one of the areas of 616 canon I am especially conversant with, alas. It's on my to-read list.)

Doomquest, as you probably know, was a classic Iron Man two-parter in Layton & Michelinie's first Iron Man run that set up Tony and Doom as rivals; Doomquest itself was IM #149-150, in 1981, and then in their second IM run they came back and did a sequel in 1989, Recurring Knightmare (IM #249-250), and then the much later four-part sequel to that was the 2008 miniseries Iron Man: Legacy of Doom, which was also by Layton & Michelinie but generally does not seem to be as popular as the first two parts. They've all been reprinted, if you're looking for copies; I have a Doomquest hardcover that collects the first four issues and then a separate Legacy of Doom hardcover. Currently in the Iron Man Epic Collection line there's a volume called Doom, which confusingly only collects the 249-250 part of the storyline (as well as surrounding issues), because for some reason the first Layton & Michelinie run isn't in Epics yet but the second one is. So the beginning of Doomquest isn't currently in print, as far as I can tell. I'm sure you can find it anyway.

So what's Doomquest about? Okay, so you remember how Doctor Doom's mother's soul is stuck in hell for all eternity? Well, Doom's obviously interested in getting her back, and the strategy he has embarked on is to try to team up with other powerful magicians who can help him out, and he thinks Morgan le Fay would be a good choice, for, uh, his quest. Doom's quest. A Doomquest, if you will. (If you've ever read Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph & Torment, you're familiar with the part where he later ends up waylaying Strange for this and they go to hell together. And if you haven't read Triumph & Torment, you really should, because it's amazing.)

So Doom is off to his time machine to go team up with Morgan le Fay and Tony thinks Doom is up to something -- Doom has been stealing components for his time machine from a lot of people, including Tony -- and he follows him and it turns out one of Doom's lackeys has a grudge and wants to trap Doom in the past forever, and Tony gets caught up in it. Now they're both in Camelot. Surprise! #149 is actually all setup; they don't get to Camelot until #150.

IM #150 begins with Doom and Tony thrown back into the past; there's a fandom-famous splash page of them locked in combat, only to realize that they have found themselves in Camelot.

They are then discovered by knights; Doom would very much like to attack them, but Tony, who naturally would be happy to LARP Camelot forever, persuades him to play nice. Also Doom thinks Iron Man is only Tony's bodyguard so he keeps referring to him as "lackey," much to Tony's annoyance. Somehow everyone thinks they're sorcerers. Can't imagine why. The knights take them to meet King Arthur himself, and Tony has clearly had his introduction all ready to go, as he introduces himself in a timeline-appropriate manner, says he's here to apprehend Doom, and demonstrates his "magic" by levitating Arthur's throne. Doom's response is essentially "I'm the king of Latveria," which is, y'know, also valid. So they're guests at Camelot for the night while Arthur figures out what to do with them.

We then have a page devoted to Tony alone in his room, musing sadly about how alien he feels, how he doesn't know if he'll ever get home, how he could never fit in here without his beloved technology. Then a Sexy Lady shows up to keep him company for the night, and he decides maybe it's not all bad. Thanks, Marvel. I guess they can't all be winners.

Doom is using his evening much more productively; he compels one of the servants to tell him where Morgan's castle is, because he's still interested in having that team-up. Then he jets off. Literally. He has a jetpack.

The next morning Arthur's like "one of you is still here and one of you has punched a hole through the castle wall and flown off to join Morgan so I guess I know which of you is more trustworthy." He then explains to Tony who Morgan is, because Tony professes ignorance, because clearly we had not yet retconned in Tony's love of Arthuriana. Tony offers to go fight Doom and Morgan with Arthur; meanwhile, Morgan and Doom have teamed up and Morgan has offered to help get Doom's mother out of hell if he commands her undead armies against Arthur because for Reasons she can't command them herself anymore. So that's a thing that happens.

So, yes, it's Tony and Arthur versus Doom and Morgan. Fight fight fight!

Tony tries Doom first but then decides to hunt Morgan down, and in the ensuing fight we get what I think is Tony's first ever "I hate magic," a complaint that we all know he still makes even to this day.

Anyway, Tony freezes a dragon with Freon (mmm, technology) and Morgan gets upset and disappears, so the battle comes to an end, and of course Doom is extremely mad at Tony because he blames Tony for Morgan not sticking around to save Doom's mom, because I guess Doom trusted her to keep her word? Weird. (Like I said, for the next chapter of Doom saving his mother, go read Triumph & Torment.)

Doom says if he and Tony work together, the components in both of their armors can send them both home. So Tony has to trust Doom. Which he does, because he really has no other choice. They build a time machine and Tony makes Doom agree to a 24-hour truce when they get back, so they can both get home. So it all works out okay, and they end up in the present, and Doom tells him, ominously, that they will meet again. Okay, then. That concludes the original Doomquest. It's fun! You can see why fandom likes it.

So that's all well and good, but you might have noticed that Tony's ability to get home hinged on Doom actually being trustworthy. And Doom was. But what if Doom hadn't been? What if he'd just stranded Tony in Camelot forever As you may have surmised from the form of that question, that is in fact a question Marvel asked themselves, because, yes, there's a What If about this! What If v1 #33 is "What if Iron Man was trapped in the time of King Arthur?"

The divergence point from canon, as you can probably guess, is the very end of Doomquest. Instead of Doom bringing Tony home, he deceives him and leaves him in Camelot. And since Tony cannibalized a lot of the tech from his armor to make the time machine, he doesn't have a way to go home.

This is not a story where Tony comes up with a way to go home after all. He really doesn't get to go home. But instead of drowning his sorrows in mead -- because, remember, Demon in a Bottle has already happened and Tony is sober now -- he decides he might as well just play the hand he's dealt. So with what's left of his armor, he defeats some enemies that Morgan rounds up to send against Camelot. And for his services, he's knighted. He is now Sir Anthony.

Tony acknowledges that he is both living the dream and would also like very, very much to go home.

He does end up having some fun in Camelot; it's not all miserable. But he obviously doesn't want to be there.

So if you're at all familiar with King Arthur, you know how this goes, right? Arthur fights Mordred and Mordred kills him. And that does happen in this version. Except Tony is right there, and with his dying words, Arthur asks Tony to rule Camelot... and Tony agrees.

So, yes, Tony Stark becomes king of the Britons after Arthur's death and he never goes home again. The end. Man, I love What Ifs.

Heading back to main 616 continuity, there is still more of this arc to go. The original Doomquest was only two issues, yes, but it was popular enough that Layton & Michelinie did a sequel a hundred issues later, in their second run of Iron Man, and that's Iron Man #249-250, Recurring Knightmare. (In the intervening issues were Denny O'Neil's IM run, specifically the second drinking arc (#160-200), and then Layton & Michelinie came back and most famously gave us Armor Wars (#225-232). I would have to say that Armor Wars is definitely the standout fandom-favorite arc of their second IM run; for their first one, I think a lot of people would have a hard time choosing between Doomquest and Demon.) But anyway, yes. Recurring Knightmare.

Recurring Knightmare is... well, the best way I can describe it is "a trip." It is definitely a sequel to Doomquest, and it is also definitely not a sequel you would ever have expected to see for Doomquest.

Much like #149, #249 is pretty much just setup. Fun setup, but the big action is in the next issue. We open with Doom in Latveria, on his throne, pondering which of his servants he should have disintegrated. Anyway, he's just hanging out there when a mysterious object appears. In California, Tony is suited up and entertaining the crowd at a mall opening when the same object also appears! He takes it to his lab. Please note that this is after the Kathy Dare incident, so Tony is still recovering and is walking with a cane. Doom sees on the news that Iron Man has found the same object, which cannot be carbon-dated, and he shows up at Tony's house. He criticizes Tony's taste in art.

Anyway, Doom basically orders Tony to work with him. Tony refuses, and then Doom sends some robots to attempt to steal Tony's version of the object because he thinks if he has them both he will be powerful. Doom manages to steal it, and when he puts the pieces together, both he and Tony disappear.

So where do they go, you might ask? Camelot?

Not exactly. The future! There is a great callback to the Doomquest splash page.

It turns out they are in London in 2093. Merlin brought them there. Tony still hates magic. And in the future, King Arthur is still there, except he is now a child, because he has been reborn. But he does remember Tony from Doomquest, at which point Tony kneels. Doom, of course, is not impressed. He asks why they have been brought to the future.

The answer is that things are going wrong in the future. If you do not personally remember United States politics in the 1980s, I need you to google the words "Strategic Defense Initiative" right now. I'll wait.

Back with me? Okay, so this is a future where Reagan's Star Wars program actually happened the way he wanted it to, and the satellites are still hanging around the Earth in the future and messing everything up, and Arthur and Merlin need Tony and Doom's help to stop them. Doom once again flies away with his jetpack, of course.

Tony is game to help, but he's not in an armor that can stay in space for long. This is when Merlin takes him and Arthur to the mall and Tony manages to get everything to upgrade his armor at Radio Shack. You see what I meant about this issue being weird.

Tony is out in space trying to disarm the SDI platform, which is where he runs into his future descendant, Andros Stark, who is in armor you will probably recognize from Iron Man 2020. He is referred to as "the resurrected spawn of Iron Man 2020" so I assume he's actually directly related to Arno rather than a direct descendant of Tony; Wiki confirms that Arno is his grandfather. This is all from way before Arno was contemporaneous with Tony in canon. Anyway, he's fighting Tony.

Oh, by the way, Future Doom exists. Future Doom would like to rule this future Earth and for some reason Andros would like to help him. Meanwhile, Present Doom finds out from Merlin that he can't leave except by magic and he can't leave without Tony, so he is reluctantly on Tony's side.

They need help from the Lady of the Lake, except the lake has been paved over and is now a parking lot. Merlin makes the lake come back and then of course they get Excalibur. Arthur is a kid, so he can't wield a longsword; Doom assumes he's going to take it because he is basically a king, and he's pretty grumpy when the sword picks Tony. Tony then uses Excalibur to destroy the space lasers, and I bet that is a sentence you never thought you would read. It's pretty cool. Tony concludes that magic has its good points. Tony stops Andros and Doom stops, uh, himself, and the world is saved and they get to go home. Also, Doom finds out Tony is Iron Man, but when Merlin sends them back he conveniently erases their memories, so neither of them remember anything about this and Tony's secret is still safe. And that's the sequel to Doomquest.

And if you think that's weird, wait until you see Legacy of Doom.

Iron Man: Legacy of Doom is a four-issue miniseries from 2008, also by Layton and Michelinie. Even though it's from 2008, it's set during a much more classic time in Iron Man, continuing on from where we left off in this Doomquest saga. We start with a framing story in 2008. Tony, who has Extremis now, is busy scrapping some of his older armors and reviewing his logs when he suddenly remembers that there was a whole thing with Doom that happened that he seems to have forgotten about until right now. So the whole thing is narrated by Tony in flashback.

Tony's in space fixing a satellite when a hologram of Doom shows up and summons him to Latveria. It's not really clear why Doom needs Tony's help in particular here, but Doom tells Tony that he's discovered that Mephisto would like to bring about the end of the world, which Doom finds, and I quote, "presumptive." So Doom has his Time Cube, and with it he takes Tony to hell.

(Yes, I promise this is relevant to Doomquest. There will be some Arthuriana shortly.)

Doom brings Tony to Mephisto, and it turns out it's a setup! Doom trades Tony for an item he wants from Mephisto, leaves, and Tony's going to be trapped in hell forever! Oh no! (I mean, he's not. But it's quite a cliffhanger.)

At the beginning of issue #2, we find out what the Arthurian connection is, which is that we learned that after the events of Doomquest, Morgan had been granted sanctuary by Mephisto in exchange for a shard of Excalibur that she had somehow stolen. Doom still wants Morgan's help with some magic -- he doesn't mention what it is here, but he says he needs someone of Pendragon blood, and that'd be her -- so he traded Tony to Mephisto in exchange for, I'm guessing, Morgan and the Excalibur shard.

I have probably mentioned this elsewhere, but Legacy of Doom #2 is one of my favorite issues of Iron Man ever, solely because of the next scene. We return to Tony in hell. Howard Stark is also in hell, and he is now a demon, and Tony has to fight him. Mephisto brings popcorn and watches. This is the one time in canon when Tony actually confronts his father, and okay, yes, it's a fistfight in hell and Howard is a demon, but that's comics for you. Howard spends several pages insulting Tony -- specifically insulting his masculinity, but that's a whole other essay -- until he finally insults Maria too, and that's when Tony fights back, because his mother taught him to be good. Honestly if you're a Tony fan I'd recommend this issue just for that scene.

Anyway, we go back to the Doom and Morgan plot, and Morgan casts the spell Doom wanted, which was fusing the Excalibur shard with Doom's armor. Then Doom sends her back to Camelot rather than hell, because he's still mad that she never helped him get his mom out of hell like she said she would.

Tony freezes Howard with Freon -- yes, the same trick he pulled on the dragon back in Doomquest -- and tells him, "You're no father of mine." It is immensely satisfying.

(I had been going to mention that I thought it was a shame that neither canon nor fandom seems to have really engaged with this confrontation, and I know canon never believes in narrative closure but fandom sure does -- and then, anyway, it occurred to me that since the framing story of Tony remembering this is set when Tony has Extremis, there's a very good chance that he no longer remembers remembering it. Goddammit, Marvel.)

(If I got to retcon one canon thing about Tony, I think "the entirety of World's Most Wanted" is up there. I mean, okay, a lot of things are up there, but WMW is definitely on the shortlist.)

Okay. Tony has now engineered his way out of hell, and he's back with Doom in Latveria. Doom has Excalibur. Doom would very much like to fight him. While wielding Excalibur. You get the sense that this is going to be bad. Another cliffhanger!

Legacy of Doom #3 opens with Tony destroying Doom's lab to buy time and running away from Doom and Excalibur. I should probably mention that Doom still doesn't know Tony is Iron Man (anymore), so he thinks he is dealing only with Iron Man, Tony Stark's lackey. Meanwhile, some scientists at SI think there's something weird going on with space. Meanwhile meanwhile, Tony is in a forest taking a breather when a mysterious old man walks up to him.

It's Merlin! Surprise! Merlin wants Tony's help to stop Doom from doing whatever he's doing with Excalibur. The sword makes you invincible and the scabbard makes you invulnerable, so Merlin sends Tony to Scotland on a fetch quest for the scabbard. Doom has now magically sent the sword in search of the scabbard, so the sword flies away to meet it and Doom follows. Turns out the thing that's wrong with space is a thing that's going to hit Earth at the exact place Tony and Doom are. What a coincidence! So Tony and Doom get trapped in a stone circle and fight some stone warriors and then Tony ends up with the scabbard. And by "ends up with," I mean it fuses to his armor. Next issue!

Legacy of Doom #4 is when things really, really get weird. A giant demon made of eyes (???) appears, and this demon is apparently what Doom had been preparing to fight (because it's mad that Doom stole one of its spellbooks), and now he can't, because the sword and the scabbard aren't together. Thanks, Shellhead.

That's when Merlin shows up and says all is not lost. They can defeat the demon... if they put the sword into the scabbard.

"But I'm the scabbard now!" Tony says, uncomprehending.

"Yes," Merlin says. "You are."

Then Tony gets it.

So, yes, Doom has to, um, penetrate Tony. With Excalibur. I love comics. I love comics so much.

So that's a thing that happens.

And then Tony flies off and, I guess, resolves to never, ever think about any of this again.

We head back to the framing story, in which Tony, now having remembered all of this, flies to Britain, buys the land the lake is on, and paves it over, presumably so it will be there for Merlin to bring back in Iron Man #250. The end.

Whew.

Okay, yeah, I know I didn't have to summarize the whole thing, but Legacy of Doom here really is one of my favorite Iron Man miniseries. And I just want to share the love. Please read it. It's great.

But the Arthuriana fun doesn't end there! In fact, now we get an Arthurian-themed arc that actually isn't in Iron Man comics. It's in Avengers! Iron Man is involved, though.

(There is also apparently a Morgan arc in Avengers #240. I actually haven't read it. It seems to be yet another Spider-Woman arc. I get the impression that this isn't really Arthuriana other than having Morgan in it fighting Jess, though, so it doesn't seem quite as relevant. Morgan also apparently has some appearances in FF, Journey into Mystery, and Marvel Team-Up, but those seem like more of just basic villainy. Also, probably not involving Tony.)

Kurt Busiek's 1998 Avengers run, volume 3, is in large part the kind of Avengers run that is a nostalgic love letter to older comics. Heroes are heroes and villains are villains and good triumphs over evil. The Avengers all live in the mansion and are BFFs. I love it. It does assume that you are already a fan of the Avengers, because it starts out by summoning pretty much everyone who has ever been an Avenger and is available to the mansion, and that is... a lot of people. Thirty-nine, by my count. Also, when the entire team is magically whisked away, we are treated to the following narration, as Steve disappears: "And Captain America's last thought, as the world goes white around him, and he with it -- is that Iron Man would hate this."

The narration doesn't tell you why Iron Man would hate this, or how Captain America would know that Iron Man hates this. This is not explained later on. But if you have read comics -- or if you have read the above summary of Doomquest -- you know that Tony is absolutely, one hundred percent, thinking, "I hate magic." And Steve knows it.

The reference is not relevant to the plot; if you don't get it, you'll be fine. But that's what I mean when I say this is a nostalgia run. There are definitely Easter eggs for people who have read a bunch of comics. Busiek does this a whole lot in his work -- there's a reason you can buy an annotated edition of Marvels -- and, yeah, it happens here too. Just know that there will be references you're not getting, if you're new to comics.

Anyway. So Busiek's run actually starts out with an Arthurian arc, #1-4, "The Morgan Conquest." The name is a dead giveaway. Yes, Morgan le Fay is back. Again. For once, Doom is not involved.

The Avengers are all back from their sojourn on Counter-Earth after fighting Onslaught -- don't worry about it -- and mysterious things are happening. There are a lot of monster attacks. So pretty much everyone who has ever been an Avenger is summoned to the mansion, at which point we learn from Thor about some mystical artifacts that are being stolen. (They are the Norn Stones and also the Twilight Sword. That sounds like something from a Zelda game, doesn't it?) The Avengers go to try to stop this, end up in Tintagel, and then they run into Mordred. He wants to capture Wanda, presumably for Magic Reasons. Morgan le Fay casts a spell on all of them, reshaping reality. Yes, all of them. Surprise!

So now all the Avengers are living in a medieval castle and/or town; Morgan is their queen, and thanks to the power of mind-control they are all basically living in Ye Olden Times. The Avengers are all some variety of knight, except for Wanda, who is chained up in the dungeon so Morgan can steal her magic and use it to fuel all this reality-warping.

Wanda calls for help, and that snaps Steve (Yeoman America!) out of the mind control (or altered reality or whatever you want to call it) pretty fast, because Steve's always been very good at resisting mind control, and then Steve promptly goes and snaps Clint out of it, because I guess Steve is also good at inspiring people to snap out of mind control. "Oh, man!" Clint says. "Not another alternate reality! Not again!" (I assume he's referring to Counter-Earth? Maybe?)

So Steve and Clint go around reassembling the Avengers and orienting them as to reality. They get Jan and Monica easily, but then Steve insists on trying to get Tony because, I guess, he likes Tony and would really like to hang around Tony, who is half-naked and asleep in his bedroom, and certainly I am reading nothing whatsoever into this. Clint tells Steve it's not going to work. Tony has historically been fairly susceptible to mind control; it was only pretty recently at this point that he'd been doing Kang's bidding in The Crossing. But the more serious impediment is that this is Tony Stark and he would obviously like to LARP being a knight forever and ever. Tony, therefore, does not believe Steve, and throws him and Clint out of his bedroom and into the barracks.

"Iron Man's a good guy, normally," Clint says. "But he's waaay too into his whole nobleman/lord of the manor trip. That spell musta hit him right where he lives!"

Clint speaks the truth, clearly.

Anyway, they go around and manage to make pretty much every Avenger in the room other than Tony snap out, and attempt to rebel against Morgan while Tony is stil fighting them because he is Still A Knight. There's a lot of punching, because some of the Avengers still aren't free; they weren't ones Steve found.

The day is saved when Wanda manages to channel Wonder Man and break free. This gives the Avengers a fighting chance against Morgan and the Avengers are all lending Wanda their power when Tony finally snaps out of it and is on the side of good.

Then they take Morgan down, go home, and attempt to figure out which of these thirty-nine people should be on the active Avengers team. Hooray.

But that's not the end of Morgan le Fay showing up to screw around with Tony's life! There's more to come! Not much, but there is one that I know of, and at least one more memorable reference.

(I haven't read all her appearances or anything, but one of them definitely involves Tony; I can't swear that he doesn't appear in any of the other books Morgan shows up in, but it'd be a cameo for him, because I only know of one more arc that she's in in a book that Tony stars in.)

In a few more years, we have now entered the part of Marvel Comics history where Brian Michael Bendis writes all the Avengers books at the same time for, like, seven years running. It was sure A Time. There were a lot of word bubbles.

And the thing about Bendis is, Bendis looooooves Doomquest. If you're familiar with the very end of his tenure at Marvel where he made Doom be Iron Man after Tony got knocked into a coma in Civil War II, you have probably figured out already that he likes Doom. But he also likes Doomquest, specifically.

I mean, if nothing else, the giant splash page in The Confession where Maleev redrew the climactic Doomquest fight while Bendis had Tony talk about how deeply meaningful to his understanding of the world this all was -- and how it allowed him to predict Civil War -- was probably a big clue, right?

As far as I am aware, Morgan le Fay makes exactly one more appearance in Tony's life. And that's in Mighty Avengers vol 1 #9-11. Only one of those issues is named, so I'm going to assume the arc is named after it: Time Is On No One's Side.

You remember Mighty Avengers, right? The deal with the Avengers books at the time was that after Bendis exploded the mansion and made the team disband in Avengers Disassembled, the main Avengers book was no longer called just Avengers. Instead, the main Avengers book was New Avengers, and that was the only Avengers book. Then Civil War happened, Steve got killed, and New Avengers became the book about what was left of the SHRA resistance (i.e., Steve's side) after the war. So about halfway through New Avengers, Mighty Avengers starts up, and Mighty Avengers is about an extremely fucked-up and grief-stricken Tony Stark trying to run the official government-sanctioned Avengers team, with Carol's help. This is the comic with the arc where Tony turned into naked girl Ultron. You remember.

So, anyway, there's this Mighty Avengers arc where Doom is Up To Something (there are symbiotes and a satellite involved) and somehow Tony and the Avengers end up in Latveria, punching Doom. Also, by the way, Doom is visiting Morgan in the past because he likes her. The Avengers attacking his castle made him have to come back to the present, so he's kind of cranky. And he fights Tony, and in the course of the fight, his time platform explodes and sends Doom and Tony and also the Sentry to... the past.

This is one of those times where you should definitely look up the comics if possible because the way the past is visually indicated here is that it's colored with halftone dots the way you would expect old comics to be colored, although they have modern shading and color palettes. It's very charmingly retro.

So the three of them are stuck in New York in the past, and naturally they would like to leave. There's one person in this time who has a time machine and it is, of course, Reed Richards. Doom and Tony have a lot of banter in this arc; I think it's entertaining.

Sentry has to be the one to break them all into the Baxter Building because of that power he has where no one will remember him. So they do that, travel forward in time, and end up in Latveria in the present again except Doom is gone and also things are currently exploding where they are.

Doom, of course, has made a side trip to visit Morgan again and he asks her to help him build an army, because I guess this is what their relationship is like. So the rest of the Avengers are captured by what look to me like Mindless Ones and are in a cave in magic bondage, because comics. Jess comments that at least they aren't naked, because she too is remembering that memorable New Avengers trip to the Savage Land. Doom threatens Carol in some creepy sexist ways and eventually it turns out that Tony and the Sentry are fine and everyone kicks Doom's ass. Business as usual.

And the last page of the arc is Morgan alone, wondering where Doom is. So technically Morgan and Tony don't come face to face here, but I think she counts as being at least partially responsible for ruining Tony's day here. And then Secret Invasion happens and Tony has a very, very bad day.

There are a few more Morgan appearances after this, but, as I said, I don't think any of them involve Tony. She shows up in Dark Avengers, apparently, which was one of the post-Civil War Avengers titles I didn't read, and I know that recently, on the X-Men side of things, she's been in Tini Howard's Excalibur one, which I have only read a little of. No Tony there. Just a lot of Morgan and Betsy Braddock and Brian Braddock and the Otherworld.

If you are interested in Morgan's other appearances, you might like this Marvel listicle that is Morgan le Fay's six most malicious acts. I pulled some of the Darkhold backstory from their discussion, but it's not really focused on Morgan and Tony.

So there you have it! That's everything I know about Tony's love for King Arthur and every run-in I know about that he's had with Morgan le Fay! One of two terrible people in Tony's life named Morgan! Actually, I don't think we've seen Morgan Stark in a while. I wonder if he's alive. There should be a Morgan & Morgan team-up. I should probably stop typing and post this.

The tl;dr point is that you should all read Doomquest and its sequels, especially Legacy of Doom. They're great!

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A/N: Y’all. Listen. I know I only ever write about the canon Scream characters, but I genuinely cannot get this idea out of my head and I wanted to give myself a lil break cuz my brain was blanking from any other ideas </3 this is mostly for me but feel free to read if anyone is interested in some content about my OCs!I also may give some of the canon characters a cameo, as this takes place before any of the main storyline in Scream :D (besides Maureen’s death)

I’m not sure whether I’ll write any actual romance into this, it’s more meant to be a story about getting caught up in the Winslow’s secrets, as well as your own. but we’ll see!

(Put a cut for the sake of y’all scrolling cuz it’s a little long 😀)

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Eternal Slumber - Reader & Noa/Zephyr (Part One)

Chapter One - Room 1

You were fucking exhausted.

You felt your body was riddled with restlessness as you adjusted within your spot sat in your car, you had no idea that running cross-country without so much as a word to any of your loved ones would suck this goddamn badly. You didn’t remember the last night you had gotten a full 8 hours of sleep, your last few days being entirely caught up in mindlessly driving down endless roads throughout the states towards your destination, California. It wasn’t your first choice, but it was the furthest away from.. your issues. Things you knew you needed to escape, to get away as far as possible to have your best chance at forgetting.

Though, currently the only thing absorbing your mind was the hunt for a decent place to crash. You had finally arrived in California, though you had no real place to call home as of yet. Being an 18 year old runaway, you didn’t think you would for a long while. You only had scraped up enough money from your job to afford a hotel and food. You figured it was enough, you didn’t plan on wasting any time before searching for a new place of work.

Your gaze was caught soon enough, finding a dainty sign ahead of you, having “Winslow’s Bed & Breakfast” written out in a pleasant, curvy font. It seemed innocent enough. Despite it being slightly further away from the town, the two-story, farmhouse-resemblant building appeared warm and inviting, a soft yellow glow emanating from the windows and filling your dazed mind with daydreams of being out of the slightly chilly midsummer night. And hell, if this place had a bed, it was more than perfect for you.

You didn’t take any longer to debate on your decision, pulling over to park within the forest-encased lot and letting out an exhale of relief as you unbuckled. You viewed your car as a prison at this point, and were more than eager to finally escape.

Slinging your backpack of randomly-packed items over your shoulder, you headed down the cobblestone path up to the front door. Rubbing your eyes to keep yourself aware and temporarily escape your thoughts of falling asleep the moment you met the warm air of the hotel’s inside, you pushed the door open and took a look at your surroundings.

Surrounded with soft and simple decor to further emphasize the farm-like feel of the hotel, you felt more than safe here. It was nothing like those dirty motels you had been reluctantly sleeping in before, this place was spotless and comforting. Maybe this was meant to be the place you’d stay until you got on your feet, and you hadn’t even seen where you’d be sleeping just yet.

Turning your head, you locked eyes with another being. A short, freckled blonde flashed you a warm smile while approaching her spot behind the front desk in front of you. You didn’t bother to question why she wasn’t already there to begin with, it was late and you were sure she was just as eager to get some shut-eye as you were. Resting her peach-toned arms on the desk, she chimed out to you.

“Welcome! Need a place to stay, I’m guessing?” She giggled questioningly, tilting her head as her light blue eyes watched you walk closer. You gave a nod in reply when you passed the amount of cash requested on the small sign beside you, being too caught up in examining her to give any real words in that moment. You could tell she wasn’t any older than you, most likely right around your age. This made you feel oddly comforted, you were at least relieved you wouldn’t be the youngest person there.

She offered you the clipboard and pen to sign in, and you noticed the amused expression on her soft features. Your felt your face heat with your mind sticking on the thought that her gaze was on you rather than the words you were writing on the paper, were you really that interesting to look at..?

“Here.” You mumbled out as you returned the pen and nudged the clipboard back to her, snapping her out of whatever was going on in her head as she looked down to the sign-in sheet and perked up.

“Alrighty, Y/N! You’ll be staying in Room 3. Right next to my room!” She spun to collect your key from the wall behind her, placing it down in front of you to flash you a kind grin when you took the key and tucked it against your palm. “And don’t worry, I promise I won’t bother ya. Be lucky you’re not next to Noa’s room, at least.”

“Noa?”

“My sister! Oh, and my name is Zephyr, by the way. You might see my dad at some point, but he’s not usually around.. But that’s okay, it makes it feel like Noa and I run this place, which is really cool!”

You felt the edge of your lip curl up in enjoyment of the girl’s short burst of rambling, there was something to her that seemed so genuinely innocent as she spoke. You felt as if she could be a real friend to you, and this thought made your heart flutter with joy as it only urged you further into wanting to stay here. Maybe this was a good decision after all.

Zephyr stopped in front of your room’s door, her expression soft as she turned to face you. “Here’s your room. Will, uh.. you be staying past the morning?”

Her gaze was hopeful as she awaited your answer, her hands fiddling with the lacy edge of her dress as you assumed she may be slightly nervous around you. It was sweet, and entirely clear that she wanted you to stick around in hopes of getting to know you. Luckily, you had an answer for her that would make her more than overjoyed.

“Yeah! I just moved here, and I’ve gotta look for somewhere to stay, so I’ll probably be here for a little while if it’s okay.”

You almost yelped as the girl leaped forward to wrap her arms around your torso and squeeze you tightly, bubbly laughter leaving her as she gave a nod out of delight.

“Of course it’s okay! Oh, I’m so happy you’re gonna stay, I can finally have another friend! I always try to hang out with Noa and Billy, but I don’t think I fit in with them.” Zephyr pouted as she continued to ramble once more, “But luckily I have you now! We’ll be best friends, Y/N, I know it!”

You snickered as she almost squealed with her happiness, it warmed your heart seeing that someone was so eager to have you around. It was a nice change of scenery..

Giving a couple soft pats to her back, you nodded contently in confirmation. “I think we will, Zeffie. Thank you for being so welcoming, I really appreciate it.” You spoke in a gentle tone as your exhaustion started to prickle at your body once more, causing you to internally curse at your lack of energy now that you had someone worth being awake for. This was new to you, but you couldn’t complain.

Pulling back, Zephyr took a moment to examine your facial features and seem to take a look of understanding as she recognized your sleepiness. Her soft pink smile widened, before giving a small nod of her head when her high voice shifted to match your near whisper. “You don’t need to thank me. Now get some rest, kay? We can hang out more tomorrow!”

After a brief exchange of “goodnight”s, you finally made your way into your new bedroom. It wasn’t anything special, though you noticed one thing had been slightly off whenever you walked in. There was a slight.. smell.

You couldn’t place it exactly, but it was something you hadn’t ever smelt before. It was faint, nothing you couldn’t eventually drown out, but unpleasant. Though in your exhausted state, you didn’t care much to focus in on it instead of getting some sleep. So, you tossed your backpack to the side and fell face-first onto your bed and knocked out without hesitation.

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You were jolted awake by the sound of four knocks in a happy tune against your door, causing you to give a soft groan from the interruption of your slumber. You blinked yourself a bit further awake to find the clock beside you, reading that it was already 9 AM.

“Shit, I slept 10 hours..?” You muttered in a groggy tone, a pout forming onto your dry lips as you forced yourself to sit up and rub at your eyes. Luckily you had fallen asleep fully dressed, so it didn’t take you more than a few moments to get up and crack the door open to meet Zephyr’s sunshine-y grin. The girl never stopped smiling, did she?

“Goood morning, Y/N!! I hope ya slept well! Sorry for waking you, I just wanted to ask if you’d want to join me for breakfast downstairs in a bit? Noa might be down soon as well, though I’m not entirely sure if she’s awake yet..” Zephyr snickered, her hands keeping up their subconscious movements of tapping her fingers together in a rhythmic pattern. You began to pick up on the girl’s habits, she sure messed with her hands a lot.. Was she nervous? She sure didn’t act like it.

“Oh! Yeah, sure. Just gimme some time to shower and all that and I’ll be right down, okay?” You replied softly, being as kind to your dried out throat as you could when you spoke to her. Water sounded way too appealing to you within that moment.

You watched as Zephyr gave one quick nod and trotted off, bringing a chuckle out of you when you shut your door once more to lock it. With your mind full of curious thoughts about what might take place in your day, you collected a change of clothes and entered the bathroom to finally rinse off all of the displeasure of your previous day to prepare for your new, hopefully much more enjoyable one awaiting you.

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Slicking your fingers back through your wetted hair, you placed yourself down at the dining table and made an effort to get comfortable in the wooden seat. While their beds were the equivalent of sleeping on a cloud, their choice in chairs could definitely use a little bit of work..

But your attention was pulled from your discomfort as Zephyr entered the room, smiling warmly as you gave a soft nod in thanks while watching her place the plate of food on the table in front of you, before continuing on to lie out two more plates. One at your side, the other across from you.

“I’m guessing our third will be Noa?” You asked in a soft chuckle.

“Yup! I think my dad already left, so it’s just us! Till those other people staying in room 2 come back.” Zephyr chirped in reply, her wavy hair giving a soft bounce as she dropped in the chair beside you.

“..What about Room 1? Who’s in there?” You didn’t think your question would cause much issue, until Zephyr stiffened in front of you with her eyes showing something resemblant to a mix between panic and fear.

“Room 1 is.. out of order at the moment.” She responded in an anxious mumble, staring at you for an extra moment until she quickly shifts to continue on with eating as if nothing was ever wrong to start with.

Weird.

But you pushed it off, you didn’t wanna pry at a situation that was possibly upsetting to her. And your starvation drowned out curiosity regardless, so you instead diverted your attention to your plate to leave Zephyr be until she was settled again.

Still, your habits of overthinking got the better of you. What the fuck could’ve happened in that room to scare her so badly..?

Perhaps you could find out. But nowhere near now, not when it would be too obvious.

Halfway through your plate, you paused as you picked up on the sound of another pair of footsteps entering the room. Lifting your head to take a glimpse, you almost felt your heart sink into your stomach with the pair of silver, dead eyes that met yours.

A tall, pale raven-haired girl, also looking to be about your two’s age. You immediately noticed that her and Zephyr didn’t share a feature in common, with Zephyr’s soft and kind face heavily contrasting the threatening sharpness of Noa’s. She looked as if she could tear your heart from your chest within a second, and you had no intentions of poking the bear as she silently took a seat in front of you.

“Good morning, Noa!” Zephyr squeaked joyfully from her spot, though Zephyr’s greeting didn’t even cause Noa to think about removing her eyes off of you for even a split moment. Jesus fuck, someone isn’t a morning person.

“..Morning, Zephyr. I see we have a new guest.” Noa finally spoke, her deep and gravely voice almost causing you to flinch as you tensed in your spot.

“Mhm! They showed up last night!” Zephyr’s smile widened as she spoke of you, flashing you a giddy smile with the mention of your arrival as you swore she was on the verge of bouncing in her chair out of excitement.

Noa nodded in response to her sister, lifting her fork until she paused to narrow her eyes at Zephyr. “Which room did you give them?”

“Room 3. Duh.” Zephyr snorted, bringing a look of relief onto Noa as she settled and turned her attention to her food. They were definitely hiding something, that much was completely obvious to you now.

“So.. what town are we in?” You hesitantly asked, bringing the two women to glance up at you as Zephyr gave a giggle.

“Woodsboro! Though, we’re kinda on the outskirts right now.” Zephyr explained simply.

“Woodsboro..? Never heard of it.” You shrugged, placing your fork onto your empty plate after you had finished.

Zephyr gave you a look of disbelief, “Really? Not even the murder of Maureen-”

“Alright, Zeffie, enough.” Noa hissed in a successful attempt to interrupt her from continuing on, narrowing her eyes to the now stiffened girl at your left side while she gave an apologetic nod. Your curiosity was now entirely aflame, why did she need to stop? You wanted to know more!

But to avoid Noa’s wrath, you kept silent. You figured you could pull it out of Zephyr the next chance you two were alone, anyways.

The room went awkwardly silent for around a minute or so, causing you to almost cringe to the point of retracting into yourself as you picked up on Noa’s continued glares towards you. She did not like you, and you couldn’t decipher what you had done wrong.. Was she just like this?

“So, any plans today, Noa?” Zephyr chirped.

“Billy’s gonna come over in a bit, he wanted to shoot some shit with the rifle I just got.”

“Oooh! Just, uh.. don’t shoot more of my stuffed animals, okay? I spent a lot on some of those.” Zephyr pouted.

“No promises.” Noa grinned, holding down her laughter at the rage-filled glare Zephyr gave in reply to her defiance. New rule, don’t fuck with Zephyr’s plushies.

“I’ll watch you guys and make sure! Y/N, you’ll help me and make sure, right??” Zephyr questioned you through a pleading smile, and with those painfully innocent puppy eyes, you had to give in as you nodded.

“Sure, why not? I’m interested to see this rifle, anyways. Never once saw a gun where I come from.” You chuckled.

“Where’d you come from, anyways?” Zephyr tilted her head towards you, forming a frown over your lips as you immediately decided on a state to lie with. You needed to forget.

“..Idaho.” You mumbled.

“Oh! Okay!” Zephyr nodded happily, hopping up from her seat a moment later to collect your plates and head to the kitchen. Phew, crisis averted.

A content smile stuck on your lips while standing back to your feet, before it dropped with a choke growing in your throat as you found Noa’s cold gaze once more.

Before you could get any chance to escape, she stood herself to walk around the table to drill her eyes into you deeper than any sharp blade could. She radiated violence, despite the appearance of being entirely calm.

“I don’t know a damn thing about you, stranger, but I’ll be watching you like a fucking hawk for as long as you’re here. Don’t go snooping where you don’t belong, and don’t lay a finger on Zephyr. You understand?”

Her tone was bone-chilling, how the fuck could some moody teenager be this fucking aggressive?

“Yes, ma’am.” You mumbled meekly, taking a subtle step backwards as you stared up to her in terror. Ma’am? Where the fuck did that come from?

She only gave a slight smile to your obedience at her request, lifting a hand to give one rough pat onto your shoulder before striding out of the room without any further threats. Finally.

You were unsure of how safe you felt in that house anymore, especially now that you were aware of what Noa was like.

If only you had been able to predict how much worse it would get from there.

#I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST SOMETIMES YALL IM SORRY 💔#but here take my lil story that I’ll definitely continue cuz I love my little psycho babies more than anything 😚#scream 1996 #scream #slashers #slasher oc #ghostface oc #scream oc #slasher ocs #my ocs #ocs #zephyr winslow #noa winslow #billy loomis #absolutely putting Billy into the next chapter btw <33

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ikemenshakespeare · 5 years ago

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Harr X MC | “Spring Fever”

Warning: NSFW.

Authors Note: I’ve been inspired to write something like this since “A Charming Change” event released a while ago. They missed a few of our favorite guys, So I asked around and most people said they were curious to see our boy Harr with a different type of personality then his regular shy withdrawn self. Although the storyline is not the same (like at all.) I had fun putting in my own creative twist on the idea of opposite personalities! As always enjoy, reblog, and comment because I love to see feedback from you guys. Thank you to all who read! 💕

Harr darted onto a quiet ally still hand in hand with me. He let out a small sigh of relief but I stared him down with a frown. “What’s wrong?” We were casually strolling through central quarter and next thing I knew he was frantically trying to find some place to hide.

“There’s just so many people, I’m not used to openly walking around like this.” I looked behind me to exam the scene, trying to understand the feeling Harr was having. With close examination all I could see were the many people laughing and enjoying each others company.

“Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time. After all, the weather is beauitful. I find going out like this really fun, I think you just have to give it some time and you’ll grow to love it too.” The sounds of spring played peacefully. The birds were chirping and the wind whistled a soft happy tune as it breezed by. Looking into his eyes I could still see the conflict, but he responded confidently.

“I guess you’re right, let’s continue.” He stiffly led me back into the busy street and we began walking once more. I thought back on all that’s happened in the past couple months. Harr had his reputation as ‘The Wanted Wizard’ upheld after he helped both armies defeat the currupt magic tower. He was so used to living in his own isolation that he forgot what it’s like to be around lively groups of people, to be excepted in a town which he came from. I glanced around hoping to find something that would take his mind off the nerves. I suddenly stopped short, in awe of what I saw. A little Kiosk stood on the corner of the road. The entire thing was covered in a number of different flowers, Some I’d seen before and some I had not. Harr spoke up, “what is it MC?”

“Look over there, have you ever seen this little shop before?” He looked over and shook his head, a shy no. “Do you mind if we take a look? Maybe they sell flower arrangements, I’ve been meaning to get something new to spiff up my bedroom.” He smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand.

“Sounds like a plan.” As we walked closer I saw a woman a bit older then us organizing bottles. I spoke up to get her attention.

“Hello, Miss?”

“Oh hi! Are you be interested in purchasing one of our perfumes?” Perfumes?

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I was admiring your kiosk and thought you might be a flourist. My mistake.” The woman’s smile never faltered.

“Well that’s quite alright, You can still sample and see if you’re interested?” She pulled up one of the bottles she’d been organizing earlier. The pattern was an array of 5 different colors so bright I thought it may be glowing.

“I really don’t have much money, so I don’t know if I’d be able to purchase something as fancy as that.” Harr looked down at me then spoke to the shopkeeper.

“Can we take a look at it?” Her smile gleamed.

“See! This young man understands quite well what a woman wants. If your hesistant to try for yourself, maybe your boyfriends opinion could help make up your mind?” She handed the bottle over for Harr to inspect then continued on. “Our scent is made up of several of cradles most beauitful flowers, that’s why I’ve decorated my kiosk this way. Every bottle is unique due to its combination of colors which upon movement of the bottle reveal many different variations.” As if testing her theory Harr tilted the bottle, and surely the rainbow pattern changed.

“It’s beauitful...” I stepped forward to take a closer look for myself now. The woman stared on expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to try it sir?” To my surprise Harr wore a skeptical look on his face. I spoke up not wanting him to get uncomfortable.

“The scent is for woman right? If you don’t wanna smell feminine I could-”

“It’s fine.” One quick spray and the area around us smelt of the most wonderful flower field. Surprising since he’d sprayed it directly on himself.

“It smells amazing!”

“It really does! People say while wearing it they find themselves feeling more active or excited. Some have even said they’ve felt amorous.” The way she spoke those last words left a sour feeling inside me. It was almost as if her whole demeanor had changed. Using my better judgement I gave my final decline to her offer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ll be buying anything from you today. Thank you for all your kindness!” With that I turned around and walked away as quickly as possible, dragging Harr not far behind me. I know I saw a park a couple blocks back, maybe we could head over there to sit down and relax. The entire way Harr remained unusually silent, even for him. When we were just far enough into the park I stopped to ask him, “That women was a bit strange, wasn’t she? I’m glad we got out of there when we did.” No response, I turned around. “Harr, are you feeling alright?” Before I could make eye contact, I felt myself being pushed to the ground. “HARR?!-” my shout was muffled by his left hand against my mouth. I was in such shock I didn’t even notice he’d pinned my hands above my head.

“SHH.” He hissed. I tried mumbling some confused questions his way but they remained unheard. He gazed at me with eyes I’d never seen before. He looked lustful, maybe closer to hungry. We locked eyes for a moment before he slowly tilted my face, leaving one side of my neck exposed. I felt his tongue move leisurely down my neck. My body tighten as I breathed out a small moan. Harr gave me a deep chuckle in response, something I would never expect from him. My eyes widened in shock. “I never realized how cute you could be Alice, I should’ve taken control sooner.” Alice? He hasn’t called me that since we’d first met... Desperately I ripped my hands from his grip and used them to pry his fingers from my lips. Leaving his hand halfway between my jaw and throat.

“What is going on with you?? You can’t do this here, someone could see us.” I urged, I felt like my entire face was on fire. Yet somehow, his hands were warmer. Gentle as they were against my skin, his eyes were relentless.

“Alice, are you trying to tell me you don’t like it?” My brain practically flat lined at his words, All rational thought leaving my mind. Truthfully I had lost count of how many times I’d fantasized about Harr. Imagining all the possible things he could do to me. Even a moment like this was something I could only daydream about, but the possibility of it ever actually happening... Harr could never- Another unarming laugh fell from his lips, in the best way. “It’s written all over your face, you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” I’d been caught red handed, lying would do nothing for me now. I shook my head, turning a brighter shade of pink then should’ve been possible. A grin like moonlight spread across his face. Then he brought his lips unbearably close to my ear and nipped. A gruff whisper came to follow, “Alice, I promise to take care of you... so long as you behave like a good girl.” My heart hammered in my chest as he started undoing the buttons on my blouse, slipping his hands to cup my breasts. The sun was starting to set, and many of the towns people were more then likely on their way home. I could go against my better judgement and go through with this. Get away with our dirty little act and have some fun, but something inside me screamed it’s not right. This has to do with the woman at the perfume shop? I just know it! If he goes on like this he’ll regret it. I took my hands and placed them on either side of his cheeks, I struggled to speak through the undeniable moans of pleasure I felt.

“Ha-Harr, this isn’t like you. You don’t have to do this.” He paused abruptly and his one eye winced shut before flashing back open again.

“What are we...” Like he was having some sort of epiphany, he jumped back in surprise. “Eh-!” He fell back on his behind, using him arms as support. He was turning a shade of red that rivaled the color of my own cheeks, I’m sure. “The-the perfume. That’s the last thing I remember before I-” he looked me over hesitantly, a disheveled mess.

“She tricked us, it’s not your fault. As soon as I can I’ll be sure to notify the red and black army about what happened here!” I angrily began adjusting myself back to normal, buttoning my shirt and giving my hair a quick run though with my fingers. Harr gave me a weary look.

“No MC, it was my fault we’re in this position. I had a feeling that woman was up to something, but as soon as you volunteered to try out the perfume yourself I panicked and reacted without thinking. I’m sorry.” He looked away from me, ashamed. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight as I could.

“This wasn’t your fault, that lady played a nasty trick on the both of us. We can figure out what to do about her later, but for now we should head home. It’s starting to get dark.” The look of astonishment on his face was undeniably cute, but then he did something that surprised me for the upteenth time today. A soft kiss pecked my lips, so quick I could have been mistaken that he’d even done it at all. “What was that for?”

“You’re amazing, you know?” I grinned bashfully.

“Listen, My heart cant take much more of your antics. Are you sure all the effects have worn off?”

“Yes. But if you don’t mind I would like to say one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I love you.” He rendered me speechless. As he stood up he helped me to my feet aswell, brushing the grass off my skirt like the true gentleman he was. We spent our entire walk home in content silence. Our hands never apart from one another.

#Harr Silver #Otome #Ikemen Revolution #Fanfiction #Cybird #A Charming Change

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minichedders · 6 years ago

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flame

mobster!tom holland x reporter!reader

"With crime and terror constantly ruling the streets, the only question left to ask ourselves is; will we ever be free from the Holland crime family?"

-Y/N Y/L/N

Thomas read the back printed words with his teeth grinding and jaw clenched; this was the third report in the month that Y/H had written about him and his mob, and with this much attention from the public eyes, police force and FBI, it was too risky for his business to move around discreetly, even with all the secret eyes and rats within the goverment forces. Tom was annoyed that his generational crime family business was being tethered by one female reporter with a cocky, nosy attitude.

Although Tom had gathered all information and pictures about you and often got his men to follow you so you arrived home safe late nights, he couldn't help but feel an angered attraction towards you, of course, the idea of you writing about him and opening your mouth to spread news made his blood boil, but the soft delicate skin and kind eyes that you had made his heart thump, not to mention how you looked in your gala dresses and office outfits. Now, Tom's thoughts were drifting in the idea of watching you tonight at the gala, you no doubt would be there, trying to worm yourself in more gossip and dramas within the London crime families; and no doubt you would be wearing one of your infamous red dresses that adorned your perfect figure.

"Aye mate! hurry up daydreamer, limos here," Harrisons said, busting the door open only to leave just after. Tom let out a short sigh, taking a final puff from his ashed cigarette and popping a mint into his mouth before leaving his dark marron office to join his best man in the long sleek black vehicle.

"Is she going to be there?" Tom asked, or grunted in Harrison's direction, leaving the blonde man to laugh in response. The affection that Tom had towards you was insanely deep, even if the words you wrote caused the heeps of trouble.

"Why don't you just admit that your head over heels for her mate?" Harrison laughed again, watching the city lights ass by in the window, sipping n the tall flute glass of champagne.

"Because I'm not, you fucking twit," Tom responded with a rather harsh bite, but the outburst only made Harrison chuckle more to himself, as they drove the rest of the way to the Gala in silence.

There you were, standing directly in the centre of the ballroom, all eyes and lights seemingly focusing around you laughed with a group of men and women talking about nothing imparticular whilst your hand tightly grasped the liquid bubbles. During the dull conversation, your eyes continuously wondered around the room, searching for any stories or dramatic people to write up next weeks storyline about, and when you found the man you wanted, you couldn't help the smirk that rose on your painted lips as you downed the last remaining glass of bubbles.

Toms eyes where focused on you as you watched each other across the room. The cross back red fishtail maxidress floated around your feet, the lighting making your hair glow against your skin and the gentle makeup making your eyes scream out at Tom, almost controlling his movements as you stared him up and down. It wasn't long before Tom had reached you on the dancefloor, both your hearts reaching out to each other, eyes trained on each other and your fingers shaking in anticipation to touch him.

The idea of the infamous rough and tough Tom Holland holding you gentle and passionately drilling into you all night made your head dizzy and stomach flip with excitement, however, your entire workforce and operation against the Holland crime family would be destroyed, as well as your professional matter and reputation; but the closer Tom came to you, the more professionally flew out the window.

"Miss Y/L/N," Tom spoke in his low, gentle voice. And you weren't sure if it was the heels or his effect on you, but your knees almost stumbled and gave way to your weight as soon as you heard his voice.

"Holland," You bit back, trying to keep a stern face and attitude whilst he was standing so close to you. "Hows that illegal gun ammunition trade going with Greece?" You smirked, getting under his skin easily as you saw his jaw clench leaving you beyond flustered.

"It would be fine if you kept your big nose out of my business, darling," The words few like venom out of his mouth, and a touch of sadness could be seen in your eyes if you looked closely enough, which Tom did.

"I think you forget it's my job, darling," You replied, huffing and beginning to turn to walk away; but Toms' hand reached out to yours, pulling you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist, a huge cocky grin plastered on his face.

"Dance with me," He demanded, leaving you to roll your eyes, but nonetheless comply to his wishes. The two of you stayed together in silence for a while, one of your hands leaning against his shoulder, and the other resing n the peck of his chest, as he remained on the lower stretch of your back, touching your bare skin from the low cut back dress, and dangerously low. You tried to avoid his gaze by searching the room, taking notice of Toms men dotted around the outskirts, conveniently blocking the exits, but Toms' eye pulled you in like a temptress.

"Your bushing you know," Tom said slowly, his sensual voice once again affecting your body. You had already felt the heat in your checks rise the first time you had caught Tom's eye, but ow you were close and touching, they had burned considerably brighter.

"It's just hot, don't flatter yourself," You scoffed, you were building a wall, protecting yourself from seeming gullible and week in front f his tough mobster exterior.

"Oh sugar," To leaned in, his face close to yours, his hot, minty breath against your skin as goosebumps rose to the surface of your skin, "you look fucking ravishing,"

The comment had left you stunned, as you turned your head to avoid his leaning kiss, capturing eyes with Toms best man, Harrison, who was standing and watching the two of you smirking, making you feel more conscious about the proximity between you and Tom. You didnt reply to him, and instead dug your pointed fingernails into his chest causing him to loosen his grip as you slipped away quickly, rushing to the bathroom before you could explode.

Rushing through the white door into the pristine dark marble bathroom, you clutched your hand at your chest, wishing you could solve the itch that felt deep in your chest. You pulled out your mobile phone from under your breast, calling your best friend and co-worker.

"Fucking help me, babe, I'm in some deep shit here," You spoke before your friend could even answer. You know this was a risk, every event that you bumped into Tom this happened, well not the dancing, but the butterflies, dizziness, and headaches that he gave you. It was a dangerous compromise, to be infatuated with the man you swore to yourself to destroy. The irony was laughing in your face and you were blinded to its harsh words.

"Ahhh, Tom Holland is it? I told you, you just need to fuck, get all that pent up energy out of your system, and then write about how shit he was in bed," Your friend replied, munching on a packet of crips through the line. You rolled your eyes once more, no matter how much you denied wanting to sleep with Tom, you knew she was right he was like a virus.

"Ugh, even if i wanted to fuck him, which i don't FYI, it would ruin my writing, i would be too biased," You replied, looking at your flushed cheeks in the mirror. dammit.

"Arent you already biased?" She said through the phone, filling the room with silence as you didnt know how to respond.

"Anyway, i bet he's a killer in bed if you don't take the shot i will," She said, making you internally cringe but laugh. You let out a deep sigh, looking down at your fingernails, painted dark maroon.

"He does look like the type to totally dominate you in bed, true, but-" You were quickly cut off by a hand grasping the phone from behind you, making you scream before another hand wrapped up to your mouth, preventing you from doing so. Your eyes widened as they met Toms reflection in the mirror, and even though your eyes dropped in realization, your body was still tense.

Toms' hand relaxed against your hand, as he dropped the phone harshly on the marble counter and using his now free hands to coax up and down your sides. He was aware of the effect he had on you, as he could see the reaction clearly in the mirror, as well as feel the tense muscles underneath the palms of his hands.

"You'd be so lucky to find out daring," Tom whispered in your ear, pulling the loose hair away from your neck, exposing the fresh skin to his lips as he grazed against it. You breathing was harsh and foreign, and you almost fainted as his mouth began to harshly suck onto the skin, your eyes closing and head falling back onto his shoulder to allow him easy access.

"Tom," His name fell from your lips, causing his grip on your waist to tighten and his body to grind against your slowly. The both of you moaned in response, the light echo surrounding you in the room, making you aware of your situation, you were allowing him to do this to you, but it felt too good to stop.

"Tom I- i can't do this," You whispered, your head and heart fighting with each other, not wanting the moment to stop.

"Yes you can Y/N," Tom said, and the sound of Tom whispering your name so explicitly and sensually made your knees week and your heart flutter.

"My job,"

"Quit. Be with me, you can start your own fucking business, id do anything for you," Tom said, continuing his attack on your neck as your eyes widened. You shoved your bum back, pushing him backwards, allowing you to turn around to face him, pushing your hand out to his chest and shoving him further.

"I don't need you to sort my life out y'know," You spat, furious but still needy at the same time, your body craving the hot contact Tom once fed you.

"Of course not darling," Tom said, taking your attacking wrists in his hands and holding you against the bathroom counter to keep you from hitting and shoving him again.

"But i can offer you your own company, own newspaper, the fucking world if you where with me Y/N," Tom moved closer, his body against yours, causing a catastrophic reaction in your lower belly.

"I'll think about it," You hated giving him control, especially over your work, but having your own business meant running your own thing, and not being controlled by forced segments, deadlines or topics you didnt even want to write about, and you could always buy it off Tom whenever you wanted.

"Good with me, now, let me kiss you," Tom demanded, leaning in again to capture your lips together in a feverish kiss. Fireworks erupted in your stomach as you grew needy and desperate for his touch, and you moved harder against him. You knee raised against his side, his rough hand running against the underside of your thigh, the thigh split letting his touch erupt your bare skin, his lips ground against you, the friction giving you enough, but not enough, you needed more.

You pawed at his chest, tugging off his suit jacket and rushing to undo his buttons before his hands caught yours.

"Say it first," He said.

"I'll be with you," You sighed, knowing full well you just handed over life to him. But you didnt care, you knew that you had a strong feeling for him, vice versa, and you were willing to sacrifice things for him, as he would for you, and together, you would be so fucking powerful.

"What a fine Queen you will make Y/N,"

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 5 years ago

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Bittersweet - Chapter Five.

Ho-ho-holy shit y’all. It’s here. I’ve done it. I really hope it doesn’t take me this long to get out the next one, sorry it was such a wait but as I’ve said before I hate forcing myself to write. I only want to produce quality content for you guys. As always, feedback is appreciated

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (femme)

Warnings: uuhhh swearing, angst, mentions of sexual activity

Word Count: 2080 *it’s kind of short sorry*

Tag List: @elliotmercury @r-ahh-mi @the-almond-dinger @ahkmenrami1205 @itsme690 @xoa-lex @kpopperotp12 @malek-lover

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The rest of the week goes by way too quickly.

Anytime Merriell isn’t working, he’s showing Chloe and I around New Orleans, sometimes inviting Eugene along with us, sometimes not. We’ll do sightseeing activities during the day and hit up the local bars at night. I learn quickly that Eugene acts as Merriell’s voice of reason, quickly talking him out of bad ideas or compromising situations. Compromising situations that seem to happen if he’s not there. Compromising situations such as pulling me into a bathroom stall and making good on all the filthy promises he whispers in my ear during the night.

That being said, I can’t help but notice that every time Eugene and Mer are alone, they seem to dip into what looks to be a very heated discussion. I watched as Eugene seemingly lecture Merriell on something, his eyes locked firmly and sternly on the man I have come to care so much for over the past two weeks. However, anytime I began to walk back to the table Merriell would dismiss the conversation with a wave of his hand and a shrug in favour of shooting me a signature smile.

Along the same lines, every time Chloe and I were away from the boys, she’d rope me into the same conversation.

“So,” She starts, “did you talk to him yet?”

I sigh, sliding the bartender my money for the drink and bringing it up for a drink, “No I haven’t.”

“Y/n,” she says sternly and I know she has a whole speech prepared, so I cut her off before she can start.

“I’m going to, Chloe. But it’s not really something I can bring up around you or Eugene.

“So do it alone.” She says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

I shrug, taking a sip of my drink before smirking devilishly, “Kind of hard to bring up other topics when I’m busy screaming his name.”

I laugh maniacally as she almost spits out her drink and attempts to glare at me, although I can tell she’s holding back a laugh.

“I’m serious,” She says after I’ve calmed down, “You need to talk to him about what’s going to happen when we leave.”

“I know,” I say honestly my eyes easily finding Merriell in the crowded bar. His head turns and he meets my gaze, quirks a smile and turns back to his conversation, “and I will, I’m just waiting for the right time.”

Eventually, I run out of time. The last night spent in New Orleans comes quickly and is quite tame. Chloe and I had decided that being hungover on a lord only knows how long flight tomorrow would not be ideal, so we opted for a movie night in. Chloe had long since fallen asleep on the couch, so Mer and I moved into my bedroom to finish the movie on my laptop.

My eyes are on the screen, but my mind is elsewhere. It’s clouded with unanswered questions, doubts and concerns. Merriell’s chest is solid beneath my head, solid like so many things right now aren’t. Our relationship, however short it’s been, had become a constant. Something that had filled my days with nothing but good memories. It had felt solid. But now, as reality comes creeping back up to me with every second passing by, counting down to the dreaded flight home, I am quickly realizing that it’s not. I have come so accustomed to being with him. Talking, laughing, getting to know each other, it’s stupid to think I am already so invested in this ‘relationship’ that the mere thought of not being in contact with him anymore puts a pain in my chest I can’t even begin to explain.

I desperately want to postpone this conversation, to not have to ruin our last night together by bringing up the concept of ‘defining the relationship’. My mind runs over almost every possible outcome.

Best case scenario; He doesn’t want to let me go, we continue the relationship long-distance. I feel myself smile a bit at the thought of this one. My mind plays out fantasy scenarios, a series of storylines in which he surprises me at Uni after a stressful week of exams, or I surprise him on my reading breaks. I think about how hard it would be, yes, long distance sucks, but I also think about the late night face times and goofy snapchats. The thought of us fighting to keep this, this relationship that just feels so right, alive despite all odds, has my heart fluttering in hope that it’s is the outcome of this conversation.

As for the worst case scenario, well I did say I thought of almost all the outcomes. The truth is, I can’t bring myself to think about the worst case. Even though it very well could be a possible outcome. More so than the first one. My eyes fall to the time stamp on the screen, realizing there’s only so much time left and despite only knowing Mer a short while, I know that as soon as the credits start, he’ll be out like a light. It’s now or never.

“Mer?” I ask timidly, my voice small and barely above a whisper. Confrontation is not my strong suit, but I’ll go crazy if this conversation doesn’t happen.

He hums sleepily, hand coming up to rub circles on my back to show he’s listening.

There’s a heavy feeling in my chest as I utter my next question, like a ton of bricks, making it a little hard to breathe.

“Do you...” I start before changing my mind, biting my lip as anxiety rises up from the pit of my stomach, “What are we?”

I feel his body tense below me, hand freezing mid-circle on my back. It’s silent for a few moments before he clears his throat.

“What do you mean?”

I sigh, pushing the laptop away and bringing myself into a sitting position, “C’mon, you haven’t played dumb with me yet, don’t start now.” I force myself to look at him, “What are we? I leave in less than 12 hours, I need to know....” I trail off, “Where this is going.” I finish, my eyes searching his face for any sort of reaction.

He chews on his bottom lip, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I-” He stutters, sitting up further, “I thought we were jus’ having fun.” He shrugs.

There’s a pain in my chest at that. While yes, I understand why he would think that, this was never meant to be anything more than a brief summer fling, I’m still hurt that while I was letting myself daydream about long-distance relationships and surprise visits, he was counting down the days until I left and he could move on with the regularly scheduled program.

“Well,” I start, moving my gaze from him to focus on my fingers that are currently trying to tie and untie themselves into knots, “I guess we were. I mean, it was fun, right? But I just- I thought it was- and maybe it was different for you but on your end...” I sigh heavily, “I feel like there could be something really special here.”

It’s quiet after that. Both of us sitting across from each other, staring at the space between. It’s quiet for too long, and the longer he doesn’t say anything, the more I can feel my heart dropping. Despite the deafening silence, there’s still a glimmer of hope in my chest that maybe, just maybe, he’ll feel the same. Maybe, for once, someone will think I’m worth the hassle.

It’s been silent for too long.

“Is that...” I stop the ‘is that okay’ from leaving my lips, realizing there’s nothing wrong with my feelings for Merriell, “Are you gonna say something?” I ask instead.

His eyes flick up to meet mine, they’re unreadable. I’m unable to see what he’s thinking or feeling and it irks me. I’ve been able to read him so easily these past few weeks. Why is he hiding?

He shrugs, “What do you want me ta’ say?”

His tone takes me by surprise, it’s clipped and tense and almost angry sounding. It’s not what I was expecting and as a result, I am speechless. I don’t have an answer for him, so I just stare back at him. His eyes are cold and intense on me, unblinking.

“Want me ta say that I’ll follow ya to the ends of the earth or some shit? It’s only been two weeks.”

“I know that Merriell but-”

“But what? Ya love me?” He scoffs, “Right, like a girl like you could actually love me.”

His gaze breaks from mine as he gets out of the bed, beginning to pace and run his hands through his curls, wincing when it gets caught on a kink. I can’t even begin to unpack that, does he not deem himself worthy of my affection? Does he not see how incredibly crazy about him I am? I can do nothing but watch him, feeling more confused than ever.

He mutters softly to himself, “God Shelton, what the hell did you get yourself into this time?”

It’s my turn to scoff, “Well, fuck Merriell, I didn’t think whatever this is was such an inconvenience for you.”

“That’s not what I said.” he says, pointing a finger at me, “Don’t twist my words like that.”

“Okay, Okay,” I say, holding my hands up, “let’s just- take a breather here.”

He nods, taking a deep breath. I can see his thoughts spinning, trying to find an answer to my original question. I take a breath, trying once again to find the words for my feelings. I adjust my position on the bed, moving so my legs are over the edge, before speaking.

“Yes; we’ve only known each other for two weeks. I don’t expect you to uproot your whole life for me, I never expected that from you and I never will.” I start carefully, “I don’t know what I feel for you but I know... that it’s easy with you.” I stutter, words getting caught in my throat, “It’s easy to talk and to just be me. And I don’t know about you but that doesn’t happen very often for me.”

His hands bury themselves in the pocket of his sweatpants as his gaze flicks back to me, hanging on to my every word. He looks like a child, his eyes wide and filled with an unreadable expression, his hair an unruly mess on the top of his head. He makes no move to speak so I continue.

“If you don’t want to see me after I leave, that’s fine.” I swallow nervously, “But I think it’d be a shame though, to let something that comes so easy, go to waste.” It’s quiet for a beat. Until he laughs, a little hysterically, running his hands through his hair again, “Look, this wasn’t supposed ta’ be anythin’ more than a fling.”

My eyes narrow at that, “I know that-”

“Well if ya know that, then maybe you should loosen the reins a little.”

And then it’s quiet again, the only sound being the soft music of a title sequence and our breathing. A range of emotions spread in my chest; ranging from anger to hurt to frustration. I want desperately to understand why he’s reacting this way. Why he’s so angry and defensive when all I’m asking him boils down to is wanting to still communicate with him after I leave the state. I want to defuse the situation, try again and approach the conversation from a different angle.

All we do is stare at each other. The air thick with tension.

“I gotta get out of here.”

Panic surges up inside me, watching helplessly as he grabs his sweater off the floor and tugging it on before opening my bedroom door and walking out. I follow him; flinging myself off the bed. One glance to the couch tells me Chloe’s gone to her own room.

“Merriell-” I start, half reaching for him, trying desperately to get him to stay; to fix this. My hands dangle mid-air, not knowing what to do.

“I just- I gotta do some thinkin’ I’ll meet you at the airport tomorrow, just text me when you leave.”

And then with a slam of the door, he’s gone. Leaving me confused and dejected, wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess.

Part six

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alj4890 · 6 years ago

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Pick-up Lines~Fluffy Friday

(Thomas Hunt x Amanda *oc*)

A/N: Short taken from my And Then I Met You storyline

Choices Red Carpet Diaries fan fiction.

Amanda sipped her cocktail while checking her phone and then looking at the entrance. In between checks, she would absentmindedly stir her drink while daydreaming. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice the two men that sat on either side of her at the bar.

She picked up her phone to only be stopped by the man on her right. "Whoever he is isn't worth your time, beautiful."

Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, but I'm m--"

"He's right. You are far too lovely to be stuck waiting for some man."

Amanda turned quickly to see Thomas on her left. He winked at her and she smiled.

"He did say he would be here nearly an hour ago." Her smile fell as she took a sip of her drink. "He usually doesn't treat me this way."

The man on her right leaned closer. "You need someone that would never take the chance of another guy stealing you away."

Thomas drew her attention back to him. "Only a fool would allow you to go out without either a ring on your finger or his arm around you." He picked up her left hand and studied the bare ring finger.

The guy on the right was getting irritated. "Excuse me, I was talking to her first."

Thomas nodded as he kept his eyes on Amanda, his hand slipping down to her leg. "Perhaps, we should let the lady decide who she wants to continue to talk to."

She nearly choked on her drink at his suggestion and his hand moving up her leg. She could play along too. "Give me your best pick-up line. Whichever I like the most, I will leave the bar with."

The guy on the right swallowed his drink and stared at her for a moment. "I'm going to have to buy a dictionary, because since I saw you I have run out of words."

Amanda smiled and thanked him. She turned to Thomas and leaned closer. "Do you have a pick-up line for me?"

"I have a few." He said in a low voice. "First, I am not one to compose a romantic letter, but for you I would write a book." He smoothed her hair behind her ear as his dark eyes remained on her face. "Second, if someone told me I had to choose between my world or you, I would choose my world, because you are my whole world."

Amanda's smile grew as he continued. "The final one that hopefully wins you: Every beat of my heart says your name." He kissed her palm and placed it over his heart.

The guy on the right scoffed and took off to flirt with another lone woman. Thomas watched him go with a satisfied smirk. He pulled a box out of his pocket. "Put these back on. I'm going to buy you an emergency wedding band to wear while the others are being cleaned."

Amanda chuckled and slipped her wedding rings on her finger. "That was kinda fun. It isn't everyday I receive pick-up lines from you."

Thomas rolled his eyes as he nodded his thanks to the bartender. "That's because I already won you. There's no point to them anymore." He sipped his scotch and relaxed in his barstool.

Amanda placed her head on her bent arm, studying his profile.

He caught her staring. "What?"

She bit her lip and winked slowly at him. He watched her curiously as she stood up and swiveled his seat to face her. She moved between his legs and placed one hand on his shoulder, while the other caressed his cheek.

She leaned forward until she was flush with his body. Her eyes lifted from his lips and held his surprised gaze. "I am a huge fan of your kisses. May my lips have an autograph?"

Thomas let out a short laugh. "That was awful." He couldn't help but smile at her attempts.

She grinned. "Okay, okay. How about these?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and became serious. "Telling my head to stop thinking of you is like telling my heart to stop beating. Falling in love with you has been the best moment of my life."

He tightened his arms around her. "About that autograph you were asking for earlier..."

"Yes?"

"I think I may need to sign a few more places than just your lips." He paid for their drinks and took her hand as they walked out of the bar.

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idonthavehusbandsihavelovers · 6 years ago

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Love Wasn’t in the Plan - Part 10 (Sweet Pea/OC)

Riverdale AU

Chapter Summary – As much as Angel wants to stay in the safety of Sweet Pea trailer, she knows it time to face her family and friends. Where do you go once all the secrets are out and on the table?

Pairing – Sweet Pea / OC

Warning – Swearing, little Angst, little Fluff.

Author Notes – Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy where I heading with this story. Again this story is a little different from the show storyline so that I could fit my character in, I want to thank you for your likes, comments and re-blogs they mean the world to me and help me keep writing.

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Chapter 10 – Where do we go from here?

Sweet Pea was half asleep when he reached out for Angel only to find her space on the bed empty, he felt a sudden panic, jumping up and shouting “ANGEL?”

“Don’t worry Sweets I’m still here, I just went to get a glass of water, and I didn’t want to wake you,” Angel said standing at the bedroom door in nothing but his T-shirt, he smiles feel relieved that last night wasn’t a dream, she was real, and she was here with him. He holds out his hand, she smiles and takes it, climbing on the bed and on to his lap, wrapping her leg around his waist. She smiles and starts making circler shapes with her finger on his chest, it felt like for both of them nothing has changed, the last two weeks didn’t happen, but they knew deep down no matter how much they love this moment they had to face the outside world soon.

He watches smiling, enjoying the feel of her touch, Angel looks up when she feels his stare and smiles. “What?” Sweets Pea tilts his head and smiles “there something I’ve been waiting two weeks to say to you.” Angels smile disappears, and she drops her eyes from his “What that?” He let out a sigh, grabs her chin and lifts it to make her look him in the eye, she looked scared, worried like he was going to say he couldn’t be with her anymore, that her past was too much for him, instead he smiles and goes.

“I love you too.”

Angel smile almost take Sweets Pea breath away it was so bright and happy, all the worry and sadness had gone from her eyes. She lunges forward and kisses him hard, he returns her kiss eagerly. After a few minutes, the pull apart Sweet rest his head against hers smiling.

She pulls back a little to look at his face, lifting a finger to trace his healing black eyes, she smirks “Let me guess FP?”

He laughs taking her hand off his face and holding it against his chest, “You guessed right FP kind of kept to his promise. He didn’t kill me because we fell in love and it wasn't just a one night stand, but he couldn't let me get off without a black eye, you know he has a reputation to protect.”

They both laughed at this, Sweet Pea lets a sad little sigh.

“You do know as much as I want to stay here with you forever, we can’t.”

Angel laughs and nods, “No we can’t.” She lets out a groan, closes her eyes for a moment, once she opened them again, she gives Sweet a serious look, “Hand me your phone its time get everyone together and let them know I’m home.”

Sweet Pea looked at her confused “Why my phone?” Angel smile and shrugs “I might have kind of threw it in a lake out of anger.” He tried not to laugh “Might of?” she pouts “Shut up and give me your phone serpent boy.”

He laughs and hands her, his phone, she takes it and does a mass text to everyone.

Got a lead on where Angel is, come to the Whyte Wyrm.

She hands him, his phone back and gives him a confused look “Why do you have my parent’s number?” Sweets take the phone and shrugs “Everyone wanted to be kept informed if we got any lead or even found you.” He avoids her eyes, she felt a ping of guilt in her gut. Angel told herself she had to leave to give herself time to think and give them time to process what had happened. However, that wasn’t initially true a big part of it was she was being a coward and didn’t want to see the sadness and pity on their faces.

She cups his face with her hand, moving it to look at her, the sadness in his eye almost broke her heart. “I’m so sorry Sweets, I wasn’t thinking. I just needed to get away I was scared, and I need time to myself.” He places his hand on top of hers, holding it in place and close his eyes, “I understand Princess, and so does your friends and family, they’re not angry with you, they just want to know you’re safe and healthy.”

She smiles and brings him closer to give him a gentle kiss, “I know so get dressed, we can’t keep them waiting any longer.” Before get off him to get dressed.

(20 minutes later)

They were standing outside the Whyte Wyrm, Angel had tight hold of Sweets hand, looking at the bar. She didn’t know why she was so nervous they were her family, but that didn’t her stomach from doing summersaults.

“Hey.” She turns to look at Sweet Pea, who give her a reassuring smile, which calms her a little “Don’t worry Angel, I’m right beside you.” She smiles back “Always serpent boy?” he lifts her hand and gives it a kiss “Always Princess.”

With that they make their way inside, Sweet Pea was in front of her so that no one could see her.

“Hey Sweet Pea, what this lead you found.” Angel held back a tear when she heard her father’s voice for the first time in two weeks, she missed it so much. Sweet Pea smiled at them all “Why don’t you see for yourself.” He moves aside so the whole room could now see her. Angel look around to see everyone shocked faces, till her eye landed on her dad, Fred didn’t know what to think, he thought he was daydream like he had done countless of time in the last two weeks. It wasn’t till she said “Hey daddy.” That he crumbled, letting out the tears he has held in since she left and ran at her, engulfing her in a tight hug, breathing her in, she wraps her arms around him and let out a sob.

She had missed these hugs so much, the one that always made her feel safe and protected, since as long as she can remember. After what seemed like eternity Fred reluctantly let go, he pulled away and smiled down at her, she smiled back and turned to her mum.

“Hey, Mum.” Mary smile through her tears “Oh my baby girl, I have missed you so much.” Before replacing Fred place to hug Angel, she returns the hug and pats her back “I missed you too, mum.” Mary pulls away and places her hand on Angel's face to get a good look at her after a while she smiles happily to see her daughter is healthy and has taken care of herself the last two weeks.

Angel moves slightly to look over her mother shoulder at the one other person she missed the most, her twin, who was staring at her, trying to think of something to say, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Angel smiled like she could read his thoughts “It ok Arch, you don’t have to say anything, I know what you feel because I feel it too. I just need you to come and hug me.”

Archie didn’t need anything else, he runs toward her and picks her up, holding her tightly against his chest, feel relieved and at peace a little. The last two weeks have been hell and the longest the twins have gone without talking, even when she went to New York they Facetimed, texted or phoned nearly every day. That what made this whole situation ten times worse for Archie, he took pride in sensing his sister emotions being the only one to know what she’s feeling all the time and vice versa.

However, he was wrong because he didn’t sense them when it truly mattered when Angel was hurting the most, and she had to go through this awful ordeal by herself, and this is something he could never forgive himself for.

“Don’t.” Archie pulls back slightly to look at her, she gives him a sad smile and places a hand on his face gently “Don’t blame yourself for not see or sensing what was wrong with me, I hid it pretty well, Arch, you know I love you.” She closes her eye for a moment to fight back the tears, she opens them, tilts her head and smiles at him.

“Do you remember what you said to me when we were 8, and I caught you hiding all the newspapers from me?”

He laughs through his tears, nods and places his hand on her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “Yeah, you wanted them for your history assignment about what going on in the world. You were so mad and asked why I was hiding them, and I said Angelica you have one of the kindest and purest hearts. I don’t want the world evilness taint someone so beautifully caring, it is my job as your brother to protect you.”

She smiles and take his hand off her face but still holds onto them, “You did a brilliant job protecting me for a long time but..” she turns to look at everyone in the room as to show she’s also talking to them. “There is some evil in this world, you don’t see before it too late, and you can’t protect me from that.”

It was silent for a moment after that, FP clears his throat, and everyone turns to look at him. “Maybe we should sit down, there a lot we have to talk about and a lot of question that need to be answered.”

(10 minutes later)

They have been sat in silence for ten minutes now no one knowing where to start. Angel had Sweet Pea to her right hold her hand under the table and her dad on her left. The longer the silence went on, Angel’s anxiety got worse. Sweet Pea gives her hand a little squeeze, she turns to look at him, he smiles at her as to say it ok, and I’m here calm down. She smiles and squeezes his hand back.

“We’re not getting anywhere just sitting here, so why don’t we start off by asking where have you been for the last two weeks,” Betty asked.

Angel smiled silently thanking her for starting off easy. “Ok, for the first week I was staying at my friend Melinda apartment in New York, she not a friend any of you know or Tommy. She was an artist who liked my pictures during my first gala, and she’s lovely and kind she helped me out a lot.”

She looks up to see everyone nodding along, so she carries on.

“The second week I staying at some motel just outside Greendale, that’s why I ordered the Fake ID so I could get a job at a diner, get some money and not draw any attention to myself. Nevertheless, I knew I had to stop running away it wasn’t fair on any of you so that why I decided to come back.”

“Why did you text off Sweet Pea phone?” Fangs asked confused, Angel turned to Sweet Pea who was looking at Fangs like he was debating how he was going to murder him. Angel looked down avoiding everyone eyes, feeling the blush creeping up her face.

“Erm, I broke my phone in a temper.”

Toni tried to hide a smile, oh hell no, was she going to make this easy for them, “Still doesn’t explain why you texted off his phone, how did he find you.”

All the adult looked confused, but the teens were all trying to hide their smiles at Sweets and Angel uncomfortableness. She knew they would let it go so she bit the bullet.

“I technically came back to town last night, and Sweet Pea was the first person I went to see.”

Realisation dawn on the adults face, Fred took a deep breath “You came back last night, but we didn’t hear from you till this morning?” Angel look at him quick, then back down at the table “Yes daddy.”

Sweet Pea made a mistake to look up at Fred and FP who looked like they were ready to rip his head off, he looked down, he was defiantly going to make his friend pay for this if he was going down they were coming down with him.

Luckily Mary knew this wasn’t the time to discusses her daughter relationship so she places a hand on her husband shoulder “I don’t think now is the time to talk about their relationship, we should be thankful she’s home.” Fred closed his eyes, took a deep breath and nodded “Yeah your right Mary.”

Angel looked up and mouthed to her mum “Thank you.” Mary smile and nods, FP knew they were trying to avoid the elephant in the room, but they can’t move forward till they find out what Angel wants to do.

“What do you want to do about St Clair?”

Angel let out a sigh and looked at the group, she knew what they wanted her to do, but she couldn’t give them what she wanted. “Nothing.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING?” Archie shouted Mary hold her hand up to him “Calm down Archie, this is up to your sister, so let her explain why before you get angry.”

Angel smiled, she really missed her mum, and she was the best at playing mediator between the twins and her dad. “Thank you Mum, and to answer you Arch.” She took a deep breath, squeezing Sweet hand to calm herself down a little before looking at the group.

“What Nick did to me, I will never truly heal from or forget no matter what I do, and I hate him for that.” Archie looked like he wanted to interrupt, she holds her hand up to stop him “But if I take him to court, I have to relive every moment of that night and so will you guys.” She wipes the tear that had fallen down her face, “Also I don’t want him to know about the baby, it was mine something he can’t take from me, and I don’t want him or his lawyer to taint their memory by making lies about me. Please understand.”

Everyone is quiet letting what she said to sink in, Mary reached across the table to hold her daughter's hand. Angel looked up to see she was trying to fight the tears as well, she wanted to kill this boy for hurting her baby. Her sweet, kind little girl but Angel wasn’t a child anymore, and this was her battle all she could do was support her.

“We’ll support you, Angel, no matter what, just promise no more running away or keep thing to yourself because you’re worried about our feeling.” Angel nodded “Promise,” she turned to her dad and give him a sad smile “Am I still your little princess, daddy?”

Fred let out a sob, he leans forward and grips Angel face in his hand, he could see the worry and sadness in her eyes. He takes a deep breath to control his emotions and smiles at her “Angelica Andrews, there is nothing you could ever do or say that will stop me seeing you as my little princess, and what happened wasn’t your fault. I love you and your brother more than anything in this world.”

She let out a sob, letting go of Sweet Pea hand so Fred could pull her closer to hold, stroking her head like he did when she younger and got hurt or upset. After a few minutes, she pulls away. Angel turns to the group and smiled, she knew they had things they wanted to say but last hour has drained her.

“I know you all have questions or things you want to say, but right now I just want to go home and sleep.” They all nod understandingly, so one by one they got up and hugged her tell them they missed her and glad she’s back. Her parents and Arch said they wait outside, so only she and Sweet Pea were left, they had their hand interlocked, smile at each other.

“So…” she laughs “So that was a start.” He laughs pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, she moves her hand to wrap around her neck. “Yep, defiantly a start, I’m going to kill Toni and Fangs though.” She laughs leaning her head against her chest, “Yeah that if FP doesn’t kill you first.” They both laugh, she looks back up at him.

“Sweet Pea what are we now?”

Sweet Pea raises an eyebrow at her, “I thought we decided this when we admitted we loved each other.” She smiled at him cutely avoid the question. “So we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” Sweets laugh and lean down, his lips hovering over hers, “Princess I can’t imagine my life without you in it. So if it makes you feel more happy and secure, I’ll say the word, yes we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Her smile grew, closing the space between them and kisses him. After she pulled away, leaning her head against his again “Yeah serpent boy that makes me extremely happy.”

(A few days later)

The last few days have been a mix of emotions as happy Angel was that everything was out in the open, that she was back with her family and friends. That she and Sweet Pea weren’t a secret anymore and they were out in public acting like any other couple. On the other hand, they were a treating her like she was made of glass, never-ending text and calls when she was trying to have a moment to herself.

Right now Angel was outside on the bleacher, laying down, ignoring all the phone call and texts from her friends. She had her eyes closed when she felt someone come and lay down next to her. She smiles know who it was, Angel turns to look at them.

“Hey, Hubby.”

Reggie smiles back grabbing her hand, “Hey Wifey, everyone looking for you.” she let out a sigh “I know I just need some time to myself, where no one watching my every moves and treating me like glass.”

He laughs and gives her a sympathetic smile “Give them time, sweetie they worried if they say the wrong thing that you’ll run away again.” Angel flinched at his word, this was why she wasn’t saying anything about their annoying behaviour, she made them feel helpless and scared for two weeks, but Angel wasn’t sure she would last much longer without exploding. She knew things weren’t going to be the same but not to this extreme.

“I know Reg, I do, but they need to cool it down, I promised I wouldn’t run away again, and you know I don’t break my promises.” He laughs and nods, she looks at him a moment. She was glad they finally got some time to themselves they haven’t had time the last few days, and she had things she wanted to speak to him about.

“Hubby, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sweet Pea and me. I was worried you would stop talking to me because I was sleeping with a serpent and I know how much you hate them. I just can’t think of a world where you and I aren’t friends.”

He let out a laugh and give her hand a quick kiss “Wifey I might hate the serpents, but I love you more. I’ve said this before nothing you can do will ever make me stop caring for you, you’re my number one till I die.”

She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek, “You’re my number one.” They lay there for a moment. Angel let out a sigh and sits up “Let go before they send out a search party.” Reggie laughs and stands up, hold out his hand for her to take, which she did.

They walked into the student lounge in the middle of a discussion between their friends, she smiled when she saw Sweets, kissing Reggie on the cheek and walked over to sit next to him.

She turned and smiled at him “Hey serpent boys,” He laughs and lean down and give her a quick kiss “Hey princess, you came just in time, Keller is giving out rolls for the play he’s doing.”

She nods, Angel told Kevin she wasn’t auditioning for the play because she had enough attention and went to lay low for a little while. Well until Tommy show but she said she’ll help in any other way. Kevin give her an unsure smile at her, which made her raise an eyebrow.

“You know I don’t want to audition Kev.” He nods, looks at the group who were avoiding his eyes, so he’s told them what he wanted her to do. “Kev I told you I would help in any way what is it?” He took a deep breath and smile at her hoping she won’t say no “Well I want you to work with Jughead, he’s videotaping the show and behind the scenes and I want you to take photos alongside him.”

Angel was speechless, she hasn’t spoken to Jughead since coming back or spent any time with him alone. She knew they had to talk but it was awkward, she confessed to loving him since they were little and she didn’t want to discuss it with him. Angel loved Sweet Pea, and he knew that, but she also knew a small part of him was jealous of Jughead and what place he still holds in Angel’s heart.

She turns to give him a reassuring smile. He smiles back even though he wasn’t pleased about this, Angel turned to look at Kevin and said unsurely.

“Yeah sure, it sounds like a fun idea, it’s a high school play, what could go wrong?”

Unknown to her these were words she was going to regret later.

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rejaytionships · 2 years ago

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Hello! If you're up for it I desperately need to know more to the story about your OC Linn and what's going on with them with Proton and Bill it's so funny to me that we're both into the same characters in nearly the same way and since I love them and I love shenanigans 👀 spill the tea pls, but it's totally fine if you don't want to I can daydream to anime and vocaloid songs

HI YES i would love to share, let me give you the rundown of their storylines. if you want more on specific things (or if you yourself wanna gush) plz feel free to ask i love talking about it!!!

i almost definitely forgot some details but i think this is a comprehensive basic idea???

(just noticed after writing that it's REALLY long af so i'm gonna put this on a read more sorry ksjdhfk)

so basically it starts off with linn in johto. i haven't decided exactly how but i know linn kept running in with proton who went from needing to take them out (derogatory) to needing to take them out (affectionate). linn decided "why not, he's kinda cute" and the two became a couple with a surprising amount of chemistry

proton tried to get linn to join team rocket (which linn did not want to do because their gym leader father, crasher wake, would probably NOT be a fan of that) but when proton took linn to the hq it's how linn found out they had a godfather (giuseppe) who proton answered to as one of his two bosses (the other being giovanni). we'll remember giuseppe for later

linn and proton, again, got along surprisingly well for their completely opposite lives. linn had completed a good chunk of the dex for sinnoh and hoenn and had received all eight badges from both regions. proton was personally responsible for the mass harvesting of slowpoke tails and had a kill count. somehow these two made it work. although, it did come with linn occasionally having to hide proton from authorities if he was on the run, and a lot of their love life had to stay behind closed doors

there were a few reasons the two of them split. the first was that proton and linn had gotten a little careless with pda and had been spotted by an onlooker who had reported linn as a potential criminal (which was NOT fun to deal with on their end). the second was that their godfather giuseppe did NOT approve of the relationship. out of all four executives, he always liked proton the least. sure, he made money, but the guy was super unhinged and did a lot of extreme crime when all he needed to do was, like, steal shit? the main reason proton's still with team rocket is because he makes a ton of money for the group (and also because if giovanni gets to keep proton, giuseppe can keep jessie & james)

eventually, linn wanted to go explore kanto, so giuseppe personally paid for linn to leave immediately. so linn hopped ship, broke up with proton because turns out he "conveniently" had to stay at his outpost in johto (this was toooootally not a giuseppe move what /s), and made their way across the region

unfortunately, the whole "linn got caught kissing proton and got in trouble because of it" thing meant something in the system had messed with linn's ability to access pokemon, but of course they didn't know about that system, so they trekked down to route 25 and met a delightful guy bill who they fell in love with at literal first sight

(side note i do have a ficlet about them meeting right here)

so bill helped linn get their system back online, gave them an eevee, and the two stay in touch for a while after that. as linn earned some badges, the two talked more and visited each other more often to the point where sometimes linn would take bill to watch them battle (and considering he didn't really battle much if at all, it was an experience for him). linn helped bill get used to battling a bit as well, although he was getting totally sweeped even when linn went easy on him

now, mind you this entire time bill has been getting teased senselessly by lanette and bebe, his pc-admin friends from other regions, ever since in the footnotes of the bug report (from when he met linn) he referred to them as "cute girl". they pushed him to have linn over for dinner more often, or sometimes to stay the night. it's not like he was opposed to the idea, he was just really flustered considering he also was a love at first sight case

meanwhile linn has jessie & james (sent by giuseppe to watch over them) who are teasing them about their little crush on bill and also were big helps for linn's major confession object: a shiny eevee

they bred so many eevees over so much time, none of them thought it would be possible after a while but after what felt like ages a shiny eevee was finally hatched! linn presented the gift to bill on a surprise visit to his cottage, to which he got really REALLY excited to the point where he couldn't NOT give linn a big kiss on the lips. he then knew what he had to do: get linn a luvdisc to show his affections (he heard about the cultural significance from lanette). unfortunately he is not at all used to catching pokemon and had to ask for one via trade instead, but the pokemon eventually got to him and he used it to fully confess to linn

but then here's the final kicker: after months of dating (fun side note, the eevee bill gave linn evolved into an umbreon by now!), bill wants to take linn to see his family.......in JOHTO (specifically goldenrod)

bill had good intentions, he simply wanted to let linn feel more familiar with his life. in fact, linn had considered doing the same and dragging bill to sinnoh to meet their dad and close friends

that being said, linn is hesitant for obvious reasons but agrees anyways because they don't think they'll run into proton in THAT fast.....right?

they do. within 24 hours. proton had gotten word and immediately dropped everything to check it out. bill was also hoping he wouldn't meet proton because (fun fact) that's his COUSIN who he HATES

(short drabble about the cousin thing here but just be aware this is something bill has been plagued with for AGES)

proton basically picks up like he and linn never split with how initially welcoming he seems, recollecting "silly" memories like how linn helped him hide from the police when they were trying to find him as a potential murder suspect (linn was NOT aware that was why proton had stayed with them) or other "fun" stories where it definitely makes linn look like a criminal

and this gets bill LIVID because he wants nothing to do with proton, but also what do you MEAN his girlfriend used to date his BOZO ASSHOLE COUSIN??? and was SUPPORTIVE OF THE CRIME???

antics definitely ensue because proton is most certainly bringing up his times with linn in johto to get under bill's skin (yeah they never got along like ever) and also proton brings up that linn not only has family in team rocket but also linn was granted immunity and even active protection courtesy of team rocket (which bill translates as linn working as a double agent for team rocket)

basically it's like the most unexpected blown out family drama that linn got themself dragged into, except they're way too busy wondering MY BOYFRIEND IS MY LAST EX'S COUSIN??? and it's a total internal crisis

i'd say it's a love rivalry but part of me is like........i wonder if proton is really that into linn anymore or if he just really really wants to cause problems on purpose. to be honest it could also be both, i just think the idea of proton intentionally causing a relationship rift purely for the fun of it feels in-character for my interpretation of him

#trainer linn #beeshipping #self ship #atomicshipping #jay's jots

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imagining-harrypotter · 7 years ago

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From Day One

George Weasley x Slytherin Reader

Request: (Anonymous) Hey lovely! Could you maybe write an imagine where the reader is in Slytherin and she’s in Year 1 and George in year 3 (so she’s with the golden trio) and she’s also friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione but during the story she gets closer to George?

+ Forgot to first read the guidelines for imagines. Maybe the plot for the George Imagine could be like that he’s first plays a lot of pranks on her and she thinks he hates her and then he confesses he likes her?

Word Count: 6381

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A/N: Ok so I got sooo carried away with this one but I like it… I hope you don’t mind but I made them slightly older than first and third year cause it just made a bit more sense to the storyline but the age gap and her being friends with the Golden Trio is the same, also I’m sorry this took so long and I haven’t been posting as much recently cause I’m back a uni now and have a shit ton of work so I hope this is ok and you guys can still send me requests just don’t expect them back in like a few days :)

“Could you knock that off, unlike some people here I’m actually trying to study.” You scowled across the table in a hushed tone at George Weasley who had enchanted rubber bands to hit you directly in the middle of the forehead each time he aimed at you.You flung the latest back at him, as you had done with the first dozen, but missed his head by a foot. Just as he opened his mouth for a witty comeback, Professor McGonagall strolled past, eyeing George and placing her index finger in front of her mouth as if to say ‘be quiet Mr Weasley’.

You glared across the table where George caught your gaze before giving you an over exaggerated wink and turning his attention back to the piece of parchment in front of him. You looked to your left to Hermione who simply shrugged and flipped a page in her textbook. The sky outside had turned a deep indigo with streaks of oranges and yellows as the sun set along the horizon. It was a beautiful night to be stuck inside studying, you thought to yourself. You would have much rather been at the top of the astronomy tower where you could watch the sun say goodbye to Hogwarts for the night. That thought came to an abrupt end when a sting rang through your forehead. Giving George another glare, you turned your focus back to your notes, trying to forget about the lovely evening that was unfolding outside the walls of the Great Hall that you were missing out on.

You pulled your concentration back to your parchment where you hadn’t written anything new for five minutes. It was exhausting trying to study. This was the year before your O.W.Ls and all the Professors were attempting to prepare you for the amount of work that was to come, but all you wanted to do right now was to paint the sky, just as you saw it out of the window. There was no point in trying, you had no more energy left in you for studying today, so instead of putting quill to parchment, you closed your eyes.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as the creaking of the big, double wooden doors opened and the Great Hall that you had heard so much about filled the room. Banners of red, yellow, green and blue coated the walls as students who were arranged along four long tables the length of the room turned their gaze towards you. As you took your first steps into the Hall you noticed the candles floating above the tables, and how the ceiling was a raven black, with a hint of blue, and how the stars gleamed between the clouds that almost disappeared in the somber night.

Your stomach churned as you walked down the space that separated the Hall in two, you tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you could feel your knees wobbling beneath you with every step. As you neared the front something caught your eye, and as you turned your head you could see in fine detail someone that woke even more butterflies in your gut. His fiery red hair, the constellations of freckles mapped across his face, the grin that made your heart smile, for a moment you completely forgot where you were and what you were doing.

“Oi, watch where you’re going you numbskull.” You heard as your attention was pulled from the red haired boy. The group of first years had stopped at the front of the room and you had just walked straight into the back of a boy with platinum blonde hair. He scoffed as he turned to face the front again as you turned in search of the red haired boy. You had been so captivated the first time you had seen him that you hadn’t realised that there was a boy sitting next to him with a very similar face.

Twins, you thought, they were extremely similar but there were small differences that your mind chose to magnify. The way they smiled was different, and as they laughed you noticed that one of them threw their head back as the other leaned forward, it was only small, but the one on the right, the one that threw his head back when he laughed was the one who made your heart melt.

“Abbott, Hannah”. You heard the lady with the pointed nose and jet black hair tied up into a neat bun call out as she held what must have been the Sorting Hat in one hand and a roll of parchment in the other. A blonde girl stepped up to the stool and had the hat placed on her head. Within around five seconds the hat had shouted ‘Hufflepuff’ and the table closest to you, on the right-hand side of the Hall, screamed with excitement. The same excitement came from each of the tables, as if wanting to outdo each other with each cheer, as the sorting continued.

“Malfoy, Draco.” The shortish blonde boy who was standing in front of you walked up, pushing everyone who had been standing in front of him out of his way as he walked up to the front. The hat had barely touched the top of his head when the hat shouted ‘Slytherin’. Everyone on the far table on the left-hand side of the Hall hollered with excitement, but your stomach dropped, You had heard about the four houses from your family, about the types of characteristics that usually found you in each house, so you knew there was a high chance that you would be sorted into Slytherin, but seeing that snobby boy who had called you a numbskull being sorted there made you question, for the first time, whether you wanted to be sorted into Slytherin.

Eventually, they got to your name, and nervously you made your way up to the stool. You sat down and looked out at the sea of people before you, even the red haired boy who was sitting towards the front of the Gryffindor table. His eyes, like many others, were filled with anticipation. You weren’t sure how you could tell, but you just could. You heard a voice in your ear that you weren’t expecting, and you readjusted yourself on the stool once you realised it was the sorting hat.

“Ah, alright then, what do we have here, oh, very interesting, very interesting indeed, my oh my child what to do with you, ambition and strength, but kindness and warmth, intelligence and sacrifice, very determined, resourceful and dedicated. I know where to put you…” And all of a sudden the voice changed from speaking gently into your ear to shouting to the entire Hall. ‘Slytherin!’ With one final look at the red haired boy, you turned to the table covered in green and sat down on the opposite side to the blonde boy who had been sorted before you.

“Y/N.” You heard and suddenly realised where you were. You shot your head up to find your three best friends standing with their books to their chest. Harry’s hair shot up in every direction, Hermione’s was tied in a ponytail, with the exception of a few strands that had managed to break the bounds of her hair tie and sat disheveled across her face, and Ron’s, Ron’s reminded you of how George’s had looked that night at the sorting, fiery red and combed neatly to the side, much neater than either Harry’s or Hermione’s.

“We’re headed back to the common room, you want to join us?” Hermione asked, tucking one of the messy strands of hair behind her ear. You noticed it immediately popped back out from behind her ear and she didn’t bother to tuck it in again.

“Nah, I’m really quite tired, I think I’ll just head back to my dorm, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow in Herbology.” You said as you hurried to pack up your parchment, quills and ink bottle into your backpack. Hermione nodded as she followed Ron and Harry towards the Great Hall entrance. George and Fred sat with Lee who were paying more attention to something small Fred held in his hands than they were to studying. As you walked out, headed towards the dungeons, McGonagall gave you a smile as she patrolled around the tables. You walked the rest of the way thinking about the memory your brain had decided to daydream about in the Hall, and why your consciousness would choose to recollect that particular memory today.

That night, even though you were tired, sleep was hard to come by. You regretted closing your eyes during study period as now all you could think about was the first time seeing George, which reminded you of your unrequited love for him. How he left you breathless and every time you saw his face it was like you had to learn how to breathe all over again, or how when you saw him smile it was like the clouds around your heart disappeared and it was a clear and sunny day once again. There was nothing about him that you disliked, yes he had flaws, but even his flaws, especially his flaws, were what you loved about him. Now you couldn’t get his face out of your mind, although that had been a regular occurrence pretty much since the day you first met him.

A distant memory of going down to the Quidditch pitch with Hermione and Ron to watch Harry’s practice where you would officially be introduced to the red haired boy whose name was George flashed in front of your consciousness, but you suppressed it because that was just another complication you didn’t need right now. The thing was, you were one of his younger brother’s best friends, you talked to him quite often, but mostly it was him pulling pranks on you or annoying you as he had done today in the Great Hall. Outside from that, you were sure he didn’t notice you in the slightest.

Your ability to fall asleep was further hindered by thinking about the impending Yule Ball, and how soon enough George would have to ask someone. You figured that you’d go with either of Harry or Ron because that was just simple, easy, clean, and it would be the furthest thing from clean if you were to go with Ron’s brother and leave him to go alone. And with the thought of dancing to your heart’s content to beautiful music, you were finally able to succumb to how tired you really were and fall asleep.

The next day when you walked into Herbology the news that Draco had asked Pansy to the Ball had already spread around the class. From a fellow Slytherin’s point of view, it was not exactly a surprise that he asked her, Pansy was his best friend even though Crabbe and Goyle followed him around every day, but it still stung that the insensitive, smartass Draco Malfoy had found a date before you.

“Hey, so Y/N, what are you doing for the Yule Ball, you don’t have a date yet, do you?” Ron asked restlessly you as soon as you sat down on a table otherwise filled with Gryffindors. Hermione gave a slight snort of disapproval which was followed by Harry rolling his eyes. However, Ron’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his head.

“No, I don’t have a date yet.” You almost laughed, but you refrained as it probably wouldn’t have helped whatever situation Hermione and Ron had going on.

“Yet, as in are you waiting for someone else to ask you or are you open to other people asking you?” Ron said anxiously as he looked intently into your eyes as if to see if your gaze fell upon a specific person you were hoping would ask you.

“Ron, calm the hell down. I do not have a date and I’m not planning to go with anyone. If you want to go to the Ball with me, all you have to do is ask.” You said a little louder than you intended, Dean and Seamus, who were sitting at an adjacent table, gave you a stare.

“Alright, so do you wanna go with me then?” He asked in a tone you likened to someone scuffing the soles of their shoes on the floor. In your mind, you hadn’t really given a thought to how someone would ask you to the Ball, and you hadn’t thought you cared very much how they did it, but this way, in front of so many people with no inkling of romance at all made you a little sad.

“Sure Ron, that’d be nice.” You gave a hint of a smile. Ron shot a look at Hermione who huffed and turned to the front of the class where Professor Sprout was preparing to start the lesson. Going with Ron wasn’t the worst thing, he was your best friend and as much as you thought he’d ask Hermione because, well now that you thought about it you had no evidence of such a thing, but you thought that they liked each other a little more than just friends, but at least you didn’t have to worry about if someone would ask you before the night of the Ball, like many of the other girls were currently doing. The only thing was, even though you were going to the Ball with a Weasley, it wasn’t the Weasley you really wanted to go with.

During lunch you sat at the Slytherin table with Odelia Goldsmith, Sarai Grigsby and Apolina Blackburn who had been your dorm mates for the past three years. You usually sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but today it felt like you just didn’t have the energy to be around them. Sarai was talking about how August Steele, who was on the Quidditch team with her, had asked her to the Yule Ball. Not that you were paying much attention to what she was saying, but it sounded a lot more romantic than the blurted out ask you got in Herbology. And as much as you were fine with going with Ron, looking over at the Gryffindor table to where George and Fred were smirking with Angelina Johnson, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the girl that George was either going to ask or already had.

Hermione found you later that day, your head in a book as you sat on the floor in the corner of the library furthest away from the entrance. It was always a little dark in that corner, with most of the windows being on the other side of the library, but you liked how quiet it was because it was furthest away from the tables where the first years liked to study. She sat down next to you, the loud thud of all her books being placed on the floor was what broke your concentration.

“Aren’t those heavy?” You asked with a slight chuckle, as Hermione flipped through the book on top of the pile for something in particular.

“Extremely.” Was her simple response as she stopped flipping through the pages and ran her index finger down the page as if looking for a specific sentence. Just as you opened up your book to continue reading, Hermione gave a slight squeal which you knew meant that she had found what she was looking for.

“Alright, so now that’s settled,” She started, closing the book with a triumphant look, “why didn’t you sit with us today? I didn’t think you cared about sitting at the Gryffindor table, we certainly don’t.” She swiveled around so that she was facing you and crossed her legs. You noticed that her hair was slightly more tame today, that she had done something to it so it wasn’t as frizzy and all over the place.

“Sarai was telling everyone about how August asked her to the Ball.” You stated, pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them and gently resting your chin in the slight dip between your two knees.

“You sure this isn’t about Ron asking you to the Ball?” She asked, an air of melancholy surrounded her as she picked at a scab on her leg. A sick feeling spread inside your stomach as you realised how upset she looked at talking about how Ron was taking someone else to the Ball instead of her, and how if you hadn’t agreed to go with him, he might have asked her instead.

“I’m not sure, not that I don’t love Ron in a best friend type of way, but it’s just a little disappointing, I mean, it just feels like he’s asking me because he has no one else to go with and doesn’t want to go alone. I just would have rather been asked by someone who actually wanted to go with me, not as a last resort.” You responded, the light in the shadowy corner fading with every minute the sun got closer to setting.

“You mean like George.” She asked, finally having taken the head off the scab and applying pressure with her thumb to stop it from bleeding further. The taken aback look on your face prompted her to continue speaking. “You know I’m sure if you actually told him how you felt there could be something there - you know boys and their inability to see something that’s right in front of their noses.” She continued.

“You mean like Ron?” You said, trying to copy her presumptuous tone. Now it was her turn to give you a taken aback look. She looked back down at the scab turned open wound that was still trickling blood. “I’m sorry I said yes to his ask, if you want I can talk to him and tell him he should ask you instead, I’m sure he’d enjoy the night more if he went with you anyway.” You added, unwrapping your legs from your arms and crossing them as Hermione had done.

“No you shouldn’t do that, I gave him plenty of opportunity to ask me if he wanted, besides, someone else has already asked me, and I said yes.” She said with a slight huff at the end. Her scab had stopped bleeding and she pulled her half focused attention from it and looked at you.

“Who asked you?” Was your next question, scanning your brain for anyone else that Hermione would be close enough to that she would actually want to go with. “Is it Harry?” You followed up.

“No it’s not Harry - he says that he’s going to ask Cho tonight - it’s Viktor, you know, from Durmstrang.” She admitted, as if you hadn’t been there at the World Cup when he caught the snitch and that Harry and Ron fangirled about him for the month after.

“Yeah, I know who Krum is Hermione… You do realise pretty much any girl in this school would kill to be you, going to the Ball by an international Quidditch champion.” You responded as the grandfather clock in the middle of the library chimed to indicate it had just turned five o’clock.

“Yeah well except you, what’s an international Quidditch player when you could have George Weasley.” She tried to joke. Madam Pince poked her head around the corner of a bookcase, and told you that the library would be closing in an hour.

“And what’s an international Quidditch seeker when you could have the dork himself, Ron Weasley.” You raised your eyebrows as you picked up the top half of the pile of books Hermione was borrowing and, after waiting for her to pick up the rest of them, headed for the door.

The week leading up to the Ball went very slowly, mostly it consisted of you trying to get away from the rush of students who kept asking if you had found a date already, and hearing creepy stories about how Cormac McLaggen had asked practically every Gryffindor girl in third and fourth year, including Hermione. You found yourself up at the Astronomy tower or the Owlery most nights to get away from the chaos, watching the lilac and persimmon sunset you craved every night.

But finally, the 25th of December came. It surprised you how many students from fourth year and above had chosen to stay at school during the holidays. The joy you usually associated with Christmas, being with family or spending it with your best friends at the Burrow as you had done the year before, was overshadowed by the anxiety that the Ball brought. Most Slytherin girls didn’t bother to open the presents addressed to them which sat unopened under the large tree near the entrance to the boy’s dormitories, choosing instead to find makeup looks that would best suit everyone’s skin tones.

There was an aura of excitement in the girls dormitories as Sarai and Apolina walked up and down the hallway with their dresses on as if it were a runway, and Odelia was attempting to perfect a spell that would make her pasty, pale skin glow with a fresh tan, complaining about how Sarai had gorgeous caramel skin. You weren’t interested in parading around in your dress or changing the colour of your skin, so you sat on your bed, attempting to get some of your holiday homework out of the way so you could enjoy the rest of your vacation without the worry of having to finish it last minute.

Lunch was spent with Harry, Ron and Hermione by the Black Lake, exchanging your Secret Santa presents. You had initially picked Harry’s name, but Ron, who apparently had no idea what to get Hermione, had switched with you. You had got her a magical bag which had space for all the books she could ever want to borrow from the library without getting heavy. Harry had been the one to get your name, giving you an oddly shaped present, you unwrapped it - knowing that Hermione had been the one to wrap it as it was far too neat to have been done by Harry - to find a coffee mug that could magically refill itself and keep the liquid in it hot indefinitely.

Although it had not been a traditional Christmas, with your stocking hanging from the mantelpiece and stringing fairy lights across the front of your house with your family so ‘Santa could find the house easier’, it had so far been a good Christmas, although with the looming Ball you weren’t sure how good Christmas night would turn out to be.

You started getting ready later that day, when Sarai, Odelia, and Apolina had already finished their makeup and were currently curling each other’s hair. Apolina had promised to help you later braid your hair and pin it up, but seeing as how invested she had become in straightening Sarai’s thick, curly hair you wondered if she would have time to.

The Ball was set to start at 8, so Ron had asked you to meet him at the bottom of the staircase, outside the Great Hall at 7:50. You quickly helped Apolina finish curling Odelia’s hair as she pinned your hair up when the clock struck 8. You took a second to admire how beautiful your dorm mates looked before heading towards the Great Hall. Unlike the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw girls, who had their dormitories in the towers, you didn’t get to gracefully descend the stairs as everyone gazed in amazement, but the less attention everyone paid to you tonight, the better, you thought.

You met Ron, who was wearing the ugliest pair of robes you had seen in your life, but complimented him as you shuffled into the Great Hall. Harry, with Parvati by his side, started dancing in the middle of the Hall with the other champions, before everyone who had been stuck watching from the sidelines got to join in. Ron held you at arm’s length as you danced with him, wishing he would wipe the almost disgusted look off his face.

You looked around the room, in search for a certain freckled face. George looked gorgeous, his dark purple robes complimented his hair like the purples and oranges of a sunset complimented each other. He was dancing with a petite blonde girl who, as you did not recognise, presumed was from Beauxbatons. You stared at him as Ron weakly tried to spin you around. For a moment your eyes met his and it was like the entire room had gone completely silent and it was just you and him, too far away from each other to touch, but you could feel the electricity that poured through each of your bodies, as if connected.

You forced yourself to look away, he was obviously having a very nice time with the beautiful foreign girl who had a much thinner waist than you did and hair that flowed down to her waist. The music changed from a soft sweeping sound to the thump of a bass and that was Ron’s cue to let go of your waist. Having had enough of dancing you walked over to the punch table. There were empty seats beside it where you sat, looking out at the crowd of people who were still dancing and finding Hermione’s smiling face.

“Can I ask you something?” You spoke slightly louder than your normal voice as so Ron could hear you over the thumping music. His eyes were fixed on the same person you had been looking at a second ago, eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy and bitterness. “Why did you ask me here instead of Hermione?” His eyes, diverted from Krum and Hermione, now were filled with shock and resentment.

“Hermione! Psh, why would I ever want to ask her?” He tried to play it off cool, but like pretty much everything else Ron had ever done and would probably ever do, he didn’t come off cool. You gave him a stern look which was all he needed to give in. “I tried to ask her, the night before I asked you actually, but she said I was only asking her because I had no one else to go with and that she wasn’t going to be someone’s second choice.” His voice sounded heartbroken.

“You should tell her how you feel, if she knew that you were intending to go with her as more than just a second choice or as a date so you wouldn’t turn up alone, I’m sure you’ll find that she’d feel differently about coming here with someone else.” You tried to persuade him, whose eyes had fixated back on Hermione.

“She went with Krum, I mean how can I compete with that, he’s the seeker for Bulgaria, he’s an international superstar, and I’m, well I’m…” He broke off, clenching his fists.

“Her best friend, who, I know for a fact, she would have much preferred to come here tonight with.” You completed his unfinished sentence. His eyes were suddenly filled with hope, Just as he was about to say something, a certain red haired boy sat down on the empty chair next to him.

“Why are you two sitting here?” He asked, his eyes more looking at Ron, who all of a sudden had a smile on his face. The beams of light from the disco ball in the center of the room fell upon the three of you, and for a second all of your faces looked pink, hiding the slight blush that had crept onto your cheeks when George had sat down.

“We could ask you the same thing.” Ron said, not even looking in the direction of his brother and instead towards the dancefloor where his eyes tracked Hermione. You looked out at the sea of people dancing, not that you were very interested in any of them, but just so you didn’t have to look George in the eye. He gave a meager chuckle before answering.

“My date ditched me for one of those tall, muscular, dark haired, Durmstrang blokes.” He sighed as he eyed the punch bowl. Knowing George he wasn’t thinking about drinking it, but rather why he didn’t bring alcohol with him so he could spike it.

“Why?” Was Ron’s next question, although he didn’t look nor sound like he was really that interested. The song changed again and this time, more people came to sit at the empty chairs at the side.

“She could tell she wasn’t the girl I really wanted to be here with.” George said. If you weren’t already so engrossed in each word he was saying, this would have caught your attention. You noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that Harry and Parvati had sat down with Padma and her date, who you observed was wearing the most stunning white dress, almost as if she were a bride.

“That would imply there’s a girl you do want to be here with then.” Ron’s attention had finally been pulled from Hermione and he was looking at his brother, who had styled his hair in a very similar way.

“Yeah, but someone asked her first.” George responded, a slight hostility in his voice. You were pulling your attention to the dresses of other girls as a way of distracting yourself from George. You saw Ginny, who you didn’t realise had a date to the Ball, dancing with Neville, a huge smile plastered on her face as she swayed in time with the music.

“Ah, too bad. Why didn’t you ask her earlier?” Ron kept the conversation going. You could feel the eyes of George staring at you without having to look at him. He was probably wondering why you weren’t contributing to the conversation, but you decided to fix your eyes on Dean and Seamus who were snogging in the corner of the Hall instead of turning to face him.

“My brother got to her before I could work up the nerve.” He said, almost shyly. You had never heard George say anything shyly in his life. Your gaze caught Fred who was still out on the dance floor, doing the robot with Angelina Johnson. Your heart, which had been beating in your throat, had sunk to your stomach.

“Oh, Angelina, she’s great. I’m sure if Fred knew how you felt he’d let you dance with her.” You added to the conversation for the first time, trying to hide the pain that was forming in your chest. Angelina was beautiful, smart, athletic, basically everything you thought you weren’t.

“Fred’s not the brother I was meaning.” He said, again in a shy voice. You turned to Ron who looked as dumbfounded as you felt - then it hit you square in the chest and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

“You mean me?” Your heart had practically stopped. Your tone wasn’t too welcoming and George shuddered away while Ron stared at him as if he had just confessed his feelings for their sister.

“You know what, it’s fine, it’s just a dumb ball anyway.” He got up and quickly made his way over to the exit and without saying goodbye or thank you to Ron you ran after George, your heels clicking on the floor as you did. One-half of you felt elated that he had wanted to come to the Ball with you, but the other felt abhorrent for having hurt him.

“No, George, please! I didn’t mean it like that!” You yelled into the corridor once you had exited the noisy hall, stopping quickly to take your heels off which were only slowing you down. His hands were in his pockets as his hunched body kept walking away from you. “George Septimus Weasley could you just stop.” You said once you had almost caught up to him, his eyes glossy with tears.

“My full name huh? I must be in trouble.” He tried to joke as he stopped walking, but his eyes were filled with pain. You tried reaching for his hand but he pulled away, as if the touch of your skin would burn him.

“Please, you have to understand that I didn’t mean it like that, I was just surprised you said it but,” You said, feeling a lump building in your throat, making speaking difficult.

“Look Y/N, you don’t have to say anything or make any excuses or tell me how there’s this other guy like you really wanted to go with Harry or even Ron or whatever, it’s cool ok, we really don’t have to talk about it.” His voice was practically pleading as he interrupted you. His lips were trembling, so he gnawed down on them and you wondered if he could taste blood from biting too hard.

“George please just give me a chance to explain. Please.” It was your turn to plead, and you now wondered if he could see the desperation in your eyes. He didn’t move but didn’t speak prompting you to continue. “I’ve never been very good at outwardly expressing my emotions, but you have to know that I care very deeply about you, not just in a ‘you’re my best friend’s brother who I occasionally see around the castle’ way, I want so much more than that, I have ever since I met you. You walk into a room and it’s like I can’t breathe, you physically take my breath away every time I see you, without fail, and, God, I have been in love with you for three years now and I still get butterflies when you talk to me and my heart skips a beat when you smile and I, I just, I love you alright, you big dork.” You finished abruptly and stared at him, who just stared back at you.

You were so entranced in his eyes that you didn’t notice Sarai and August who had slipped out of the Hall and were headed back to the Slytherin dungeons; all that mattered right now was George. Waiting for him to respond was like before in the Hall when you were dancing, you stared deeply into his eyes and the entire castle, the entire world just went away, it was as if you were the only people who existed, and you couldn’t feel the intense cold breeze that was chilling your bones that swept in from the open door at the end of the corridor.

A smile slowly spread over his plump lips, the indent where he had bit down on his lower lip distinct as he took a step closer to you. As he smiled, his body merely inches away from you now, you could see his resemblance to Molly and now understood why Arthur always said the twins look more like her, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind as you had a feeling you were about to be kissed, and you didn’t want to be thinking about Mrs. Weasley when you did.

“I love you too.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as cupped his hands around your face, igniting a shiver down your spine. Your heart was beating so fast and loudly you presumed he could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, his heart beating in the same rapid fashion yours was. This was it, you thought, the moment you had been waiting three years for, and with that thought you closed your eyes. His lips lightly brushed over yours, starting the kiss off slowly, gently before he shifted one of his hands down to your waist and deepened the kiss.

A loud clap of thunder brought you two back to Earth, your lips parting as he turned to look outside to see the start of a thunderstorm. The rain started pelting on the windows, the night brought back to life with the flashing of lightning. He looked back to you, his loving eyes matching the smile he seemed to not be able to wipe off his face.

From the Hall, which had seemed like a whole other world away while your lips were on his, you could hear the music change to a delicate, slow song. His lips gently touched yours again, but only for a split second, not long enough to satiate the growing want for his kiss that was now building in your stomach.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked, offering his hand like a gentleman. Another crack of thunder and flash of lightning filled the night as the rain started coming down heavier on the castle.

“Of course.” Was your response as you took his hand, just the simple touch of his skin made your heart flutter as he guided you back into the Great Hall where many couples were now dancing to the soft music. You caught a glimpse of Hermione sitting at the side of the Hall with Ron and Harry, Krum and Parvati nowhere to be seen. She smiled at you as, with your hand in George’s, you made your way to the middle of the dancefloor. Then, that smile turned into an unsympathetic frown as she hit Ron in the shoulder with the back of her hand, obviously in response to something he had just said.

You hadn’t even thought about how Ron would react, you dating his brother. But as soon as George stopped, putting both his hands on your waist, your train of thought was broken and you couldn’t remember what you had been thinking. He shifted his hand to the small of your back as you leant into him, your body heat radiating off each other.

“So I forgot to say, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He whispered into your ear as your bodies swayed together in time to the tender music that filled the Hall. Smiling, he spun you around, then pulling you back to him so that no space separated the two of you. With the rhythm of his heart beat and the music filling your ears you thought about how you could spend the rest of your life in his arms.

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