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fangirlxwritesx67 · 4 years ago

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When We Share

Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod x Gabriel, 3300 words Tags: threesome, sex, oral (male and female receiving), anal play, playful biting, a little bit of exhibitionism, a little bit of dirty talk. AN: set in a canon-compliant au where Sam x Rowena are together and Rowena x Gabriel is a thing that happened (yes I’m reworking that fic too.)

Gabriel huffed out a dramatic sigh, letting his chair tilt back as he swung his feet up on one of the tables in the library.

“Boring,” he muttered.

“Rowena and I were already in here doing research,” Sam Winchester said as he brushed past the angel to retrieve a book. “You were the one who decided to park your cute ass in here with us.” He ran his fingers playfully through the angel’s hair as he headed back to his seat.

Startled, Gabriel brought his chair upright with a thump. Was Sam flirting? No, that couldn’t be right.

“I wanted to see what Rowena was up to.” Gabriel blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

Rowena looked up at him. She was definitely flirting, batting her lashes, licking her lips. But she was always flirting, and besides, it was probably for Sam’s benefit. Her voice was teasing as she spoke. “What did you think I would be up to in the library?”

Gabriel smirked. He and the redheaded witch had definitely done some very non-boring things in the library. He was surprised that she mentioned it right in front of Sam.

“You think I don’t know?” Sam fixed Gabriel with a look he couldn't read. “Trust me, I heard all the details about your little library hook-up. Thought about it, too, thought about how hot the two of you must've been together.”

Gabriel swallowed hard and heard Rowena sigh.

Sam turned and brushed his lips to hers, soft seeking kisses that she returned. She pulled back just long enough to settle on his lap, making sure Gabriel could still see both of them as their mouths met again.

Gabriel squirmed in his chair. It’s not like he had never caught them kissing before. Of course he had.

Sam and Rowena were the worst kept secret in the history of secrets. When the two of them were close, the air practically crackled with pent up desire and energy. The way they looked at one another could light up a room.

Gabriel could recall a few times when he had come around a corner or into a room and caught them together. Stolen kisses and hidden moments, the two of them all over one another when they thought no one was looking. Usually, they stopped or hurried off the moment they thought someone was watching.

But this was different. They were showing off, in front of him, teasing him with what he couldn’t have.

Sam had Rowena wrapped in his arms, hands all over her body, holding her close as she shimmied on his lap.

Gabriel almost felt bad watching them. Of course, they were putting on this show for him, and he was enjoying it immensely. Who wouldn’t?

Rowena was a beauty, with those big green eyes and that expressive face. He still remembered the curves of her tight little body, the way she fit into his hands. Then again, Sam was attractive too, that handsome face and strong body. An angel could dream, and right now, he was dreaming of himself in between the two of them.

But the two of them together were so close, so achingly intimate. Frankly, they looked like two people in love. The feeling that rose in his chest, was that envy?

Rowena reached for Sam’s shirt, nimble fingers working the buttons open. The motion pulled their mouths apart for just a second.

"Gabriel," said Sam, not tearing his gaze away from Rowena, "Do you really just want to watch? Or will you come join us?" He held out one hand.

The angel tried to play it cool, tried to act like this wasn’t an invitation he had been waiting desperately for. He stepped over with a little swagger as he approached the pair. He took Sam’s proffered hand but slipped the other arm around Rowena’s shoulders.

“The question is, do you want to share her?” Gabriel cast Sam a teasing look as he pulled Rowena close. She giggled as she lifted her face to him, her glossy lips parted to show just the slightest peek of her tongue. He took his time, wanting to slow down their kiss, when one broad hand slipped between them.

Sam’s fingers cupped the side of Gabriel’s face. Without thinking, the angel leaned into the warmth of his palm. Sam ran his thumb over the cupid’s bow of his mouth, lingering on the dip in the middle.

"No. The question is, do I want to share you?" Sam tugged his face down and kissed him. His lips were soft but his grasp was demanding, his tongue insistent and seeking. The angel let his mouth drop open, let Sam take what he wanted.

"Holy shit," Gabriel gasped when he could speak again. This close, he was lost in Sam’s blue green eyes, with sunflower rings of gold. "Sam Winchester, who knew? That was-"

"Amazing?" Sam grinned, dimples bracketing his smile, before the angel dipped down for their mouths to meet again. He slid one hand up Gabriel’s cheek and into his hair, ruffling and tangling it with his fingers.

“Oh, boys.” Rowena cooed. “No need to get greedy. What if we all share?”

Sam sat up straight, slipping one arm around the angel and the other around the witch.

“Yeah?” He looked at Rowena first, then Gabriel.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and fake pouted. “I guess, if I have to.”

Sam huffed out a laugh. “Hey, you were the one who invited yourself in here. Is this something you want, or not?”

Gabriel lifted one brow as he looked between the two. “Oh, there’s a lot that I want.”

“That’s what I thought. But not in the library. As you both know, it’s too easy to get caught. My room, now.”

Once the three of them were in the room with the door shut, Sam shrugged out of his shirt. He let out a deep breath, seeming to relax and settle into the moment.

“Okay. Undress.”

Rowena turned her back to Sam, sweeping aside her waterfall of red hair so he could undo the back of her dress. His hands caressed her shoulders before he reached for her zipper. He lowered his lips to the curve of her neck.

The contrast pleased Gabriel: Sam, long, broad and tan; Rowena, tiny, flexible and pale. He could see the level of comfort, of trust the two of them shared in their bodies.

Gabriel was motionless, transfixed in watching them, until Sam spoke up.

“You too, Angel Face.” The words were light but there was a steel edge of command in his voice.

“Oh, you wanna get me naked?” Gabriel teased, lifting his shirt and shaking his hips.

“Yeah, I do,” Sam replied. His eyes never left Gabriel as he stripped down. He watched intently, his gaze raking over every inch of exposed skin. When the angel was completely undressed, Sam nodded. “That’s better.”

Rowena settled back on the bed, wearing only a bra and panties. The dark red lace highlighted her creamy skin and tawny freckles. Her curls spilled around her face against the pillow like a halo.

“Gabriel," she called. Her green cat eyes flashed bright as she lowered her dark lashes. She patted the bed next to her with one hand. He looked at Sam for permission, and was answered with a nod.

He settled down beside her, and they met with an electric spark, first their eyes and then their lips. Just as he remembered, she tasted like wine and spices, like old magic, things Gabriel had thought were lost.

He undid and cast aside her bra. Her fingers skimmed over his chest and arms.

"You're so golden," she murmured, before meeting his mouth with a pleased hum. Their kisses deepened, lengthened, and he only vaguely registered Sam's movements. ***

Sam settled between Rowena's knees and took his time with her panties, hooking his thumbs in the waistband before easing them gently down over her thighs and finally, off her ankles. All the while, he was watching her with the other man.

Sam knew how easy it was to get completely lost in Rowena. There was something mesmerising about her, irresistible. He wasn’t sure how it worked on archangels, but she had a way of absorbing his attention so entirely, it felt almost magic. Watching the two of them together was like experiencing it for the first time all over again.

He held her waist tightly in both hands as he teased a trail of kisses from her knees up the soft skin of her thighs. The higher he got, the harder he pressed his lips and the rough stubble of his chin, raising a pink blush on her skin. She sighed, leaned back into Gabriel's arms, and spread her legs wider.

Sam knew that was an invitation, one he would never resist. He lowered his face between her legs. No matter how many times she gave him this, he always wanted more. Pleasuring her was a delight for him.

He worked her over with his lips and tongue until she was humming against Gabriel's mouth. Sam knew exactly how good it felt to be kissing Rowena while she was enjoying herself, and he reveled in knowing that Gabriel was getting to experience it too.

He cast his eyes upward again, taking in the two of them, Rowena’s fingers tangled in Gabriel’s hair and his greedy hands over her breasts. She reached down with her other hand to tug Sam’s hair, holding him closer between her legs. He grinned and slipped two fingers into her, giving her sensation both inside and out.

She groaned and ground down against him, her breathing fast and shallow. She trembled as she came with a soft cry.

Sam sat up and reached for Gabriel, who met him eagerly. The kiss between the two men tasted of her. They only pulled apart when she called their names.

“Samuel. Gabriel." Rowena was normally all poise. Even in bed, she wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted. For her to be truly needy and willing to show it, that was something special. Sam heard the longing in her voice, and understood the things she wasn't saying. He reached down to caress her face with care. She let her eyes flutter closed and leaned into his touch.

“Rowena, shall we show Gabriel how pretty you can say please?”

“Yes,” she whimpered softly. Sam stretched out alongside her, drawing her gaze.

***

"Gabriel, fuck her and make her beg.” His words were light but his tone was unmistakable. Gabriel nodded easily. Rowena’s face never turned from Sam but her hips shifted towards the angel.

He straddled her, pushing her knees apart again. She moaned and bucked up against him as he sank into her. Her head pressed back into the pillow, her chin rising. Sam trailed his lips down the line of her pale soft throat, across her collarbones.

Gabriel had the most amazing view, Sam’s mouth and hands on Rowena’s soft pale breasts as her hands fluttered over him. Gabriel knew his mouth, hers, the touch of their hands. Their pleasure was close and hot. As they all enjoyed one another, he felt like surely he was getting more than his share.

*** Sam kissed Rowena, deep and hard. He loved the way she moaned into his mouth when she was having a good time. Knowing that Gabriel was the one pleasuring her, and enjoying the feel of her- Sam couldn't say which was better for him.

He wanted them both, equally but different. He spent most of his life denying himself, giving up what he wanted for the greater good. He was unused to having anything he wanted, much less having so much at once. Gabriel and Rowena, together, in his bed, was an almost painful pleasure.

Sam tried to stop thinking, to shut off the never ending stream of worry and concern. He wanted to just feel. With these two, it wasn’t so hard. They were giving, willingly, an abundance of beauty and bare skin. So much desire, so many sensual delights, were almost overwhelming.

Rowena was whining, writhing beneath the onslaught of attention from him and Gabriel. The soft sounds falling from her lips pulled him back into the moment. He needed to make sure she was satisfied before he thought about himself. Pushing her to the absolute limit was one of his favorite things.

"Gabriel," he repeated, "make her beg."

***

Gabriel obeyed. He knew a good thing when he saw one, and this was something special. He wasn't honestly sure how he had found himself here, but he wasn't about to complain.

He slowed the pace of his hips, dragging out his thrusts, savoring every second of it. He watched the two of them, their hands and mouths all over, giving and taking and, fuck, loving one another. Rowena was winding tighter and tighter, her cries rising to a higher pitch.

"Please," she begged, lilting. "Please, Sam, Gabriel, I don't care just - please, oh, please."

Gabriel’s eyes flicked towards Sam, waiting for his direction. As their gaze locked, Sam nodded slowly. He slipped one hand between the pair, stroking Rowena with a steady touch. Gabriel settled into the rhythm he set, moving together. He watched as a flush rose over the pale freckled skin of her chest. Her moans fractured into curses in old languages. Between the two of them, they worked her to a sweating, swearing climax.

Gabriel waited for her to stop shaking before he pulled out of her, still hard. He winced as he looked at Sam again.

“You really enjoyed her mouth, didn’t you?” Sam’s tone was teasing but not cruel. “Imagining those lips wrapped around your cock again?”

Gabriel closed his eyes as a shudder ran through him.

“Rowena?” Sam’s tone towards her was soft, open. An ask, not a demand.

“Come here, my angel,” she murmured, beckoning towards Gabriel.

He rose on all fours and crawled up the bed to her. Her green eyes were wide and bright, watching him eagerly. She took him first in her hand and then her mouth, warm and welcoming. He closed his eyes and sighed. She felt good, so good, as he sank into her again.

Gabriel was all but lost when he felt Sam’s warm hand settle on his waist and skim down to cup his ass. He heard the click of a bottle of lube opening, and shivered with anticipation.

Sam’s big hands stroked over his ass. One hand settled across the small of his back, while the other cupped his cheeks and then slipped between them. He teased Gabriel with practiced fingers, working him open before slipping first one finger and then two inside him. Gabriel moaned and bucked forward. Rowena choked on him.

Sam laughed, an indulgent sound, and curled his fingers. Gabriel sank down to all fours as his knees and elbows started to buckle. Rowena pulled back, her small hands shoving back against his hips. He moaned as he came on the soft rise of her breasts.

***

Sam watched as Gabriel rolled back on the other side of Rowena, his chest heaving. She turned towards him and caressed his face, both of them lazy and soft. Sam got up and returned with a wet washcloth. With strong sure strokes, he cleaned Rowena’s warm skin.

Gabriel’s hand slid up to cup one of her damp soft breasts and she darted a teasing glance at Sam under her thick lashes. He settled on the bed on the other side of her. The two men let their fingers tangle together, over and around her breasts. Rowena sighed happily and turned to face Sam. For a few minutes they kissed, deep and hungry, before Gabriel rose up over Rowena and grabbed Sam's face.

Their touches were desperate, grasping. Sam had kept himself in check with iron self control, making sure his lovers were satisfied. But he wanted, fuck, he wanted so much. He wanted both of them, all of them. Without thinking, his hips rose forward, grinding against Rowena.

“Ohh,” she murmured. She reached down and he twitched against her touch. “Oh Sam, we have to do something about this."

“My dear.” Rowena tugged at Sam. He was bigger than her, far stronger, but yielded to the guidance of her hands. He moved with her, letting her settle him back against the pillows.

She knelt by his side and cupped his chin, turning him to face her with her fingers in his hair. He was sprawled out on the bed when Gabriel rolled over on top of him and ground down. Sam’s hands skimmed down his back.

“Oh, now you’re the needy one, huh?” The angel teased.

“Shut up,” Sam murmured, grabbing his ass and holding him close. Their hips shifted and slid together for several long moments. Sam was breathing hard when he finally pushed Gabriel away.

"Rowena," Sam's voice was low, ragged. “Come to me.” Everything, this whole night, the two of them, had wound him tighter and tighter. He wanted to lose himself in the moment, he wanted Gabriel and Rowena, he wanted everything all to himself.

He held out his hands to his lover as she settled astride him. His fingers closed around her hips, thumbs digging bruises into her pale skin. He lifted her, held her, let her ease down onto him.

She was perfect, so wet and hot and close. He moaned and let his eyes flutter shut. He could get absolutely lost in her. Sam began to move, thrusting slow and steady.

A quiet sound made him look up. Gabriel was watching the two of them hungrily, a smirk curling his lips. Sam looked deep into the angel's whiskey-golden eyes. He reached out and stroked his face, drawing him in for a deep searching kiss.

"Let me help you with this," he whispered, and then he bit Sam's lower lip. Sam gasped and thrust forward harder. Gabriel cupped his face and tangled his fingers in his hair, teasing him, rough and caring all at once. Sam would’ve never asked for this kind of sharp soft touch but he was savoring it.

“Please,” Sam heard himself gasp, not even sure what he was asking for. He was used to commanding, to giving. He wasn’t used to begging. But these two, together, were pushing him so far past what was usual. He was overloaded with pleasure, with so many sensations at once, but he still needed more.

“Ro?” he panted. She leaned over, rolled up against his body. For just a moment, Sam saw both Rowena and Gabriel in front of him. He grabbed for them both, his hands clutching and desperate.

Then Gabriel lowered his mouth to his pulse point. Rowena arched her back and cried out, clamping down on him hard. Sam’s vision went blurry as he came between the two of them. *** Gabriel watched Sam try to catch his breath. There was really something about that huffy thing he did, chest heaving and neck flexing. Who knew that serious, studious Sam Winchester had so much in him?

He was iron firm in his direction, but wildly generous. He was almost too much for one person. Gabriel understood, then, why the fiery witch Rowena was his chosen partner. Why Sam was okay sharing his bed with an archangel.

Sam sank back against the pillows. Gabriel was tucked under one of his long arms, and Rowena was resting easily his broad chest. All three of them traded kisses, slow and sated and easy.

"Isn't it better, boys," cooed Rowena, "when we share?"

*** I originally wrote this story in Fall 2019, making it one of my earlier works. It got almost a complete rewrite this time. Thanks to @there-must-be-a-lock for reading, and rereading, and reading again while I worked out some things with the story.

SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @defenderrosetyler @divadinag @emoryhemsworth @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @kalesrebellion @kickingitwithkirk @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting

Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia @winchesterxfamilybusiness

Rowena My Queen: @delightfullykrispypeach @lilsylvia @pansexualdarling @songofthecagedmoose

Gay Screaming: @boondoctorwho, @cracksinthewalls, @fookinghelljensensthighs @itmighthavebeenintentional, @justcallmeasmodeus, @lastactiontricia @mskathywriteswords, @rockhoochie, @there-must-be-a-lock, @thoughtslikeaminefield

#sam x rowena x gabriel #sam x rowena #samwena #sabriel #sabriel x samwitch #when we share

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drops-of-moonlights · 5 years ago

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Confrontation, A Winx Redux AU short

Roughly 2k words, kinda hurt/confort... I think. Stella, Riven, a diner, and the aftermath of the incident at Red Fountain’s Academic Showcase. (AO3)

It was 9PM, she was definitely breaking curfew, and Griselda will definitely give her the earful of her life when she gets back, but she didn’t care enough right now. Not after what happened at the Academic Showcase two days ago.

Bloom has only come out of her room to grab some food occasionally and she still doesn’t want to talk, and from what Brandon told her Sky is in more or less the same situation. She didn’t even want to imagine how Diaspro was feeling - she saw the reluctance in her speech on the news earlier that day and she was glad the redhead hadn’t seen it yet. She looked at the map on her phone to see if she was in the right direction, and finally arrived at the small diner she was heading to, recognizing the black motorcycle parked near the entrance. It was decently filled and the aroma of food was certainly promising, and that meant that she would not be noticed, even if her unusual dark clothes helped her blend in regardless. She started looking for a specific booth until she saw him.

“Hey, Riven” - she said with a familiar affection, even if the tone was pretty monotone - she was not in the best of moods. He seemed to be the same, if his expression was to be considered. “Hey yourself, Stella.”

She sat down opposite from him, and after quietly ordering their food they remained like that, Riven looking at her and she looking at the window absentmindedly, or at least she hoped that’s how she looked like. The silence finally broke with a question.

“So, was that why you asked me to not speak with you at all last year? The whole switch thing?” His tone sounded slightly hurt, but it was mostly just genuine curiosity. So he’s mad but not super mad, Stella thought to herself, so hopefully I can explain it without much issue. “More or less, yes.” She finally looked at him, and realized it might be more than just “mad”.

His eyes were very red, and while he tried to hide it a bit with that scowl, it was clear he had cried a bit. He was always bad with holding back tears.

“So for an entire year, I couldn’t hang with one of my best friends because of just some weirdass switch between a prince and his squire? For some marriage arrangement or whatever that shit was? Why the fuck did you even have to do with all that?!” He kept the tone low since they were in public, but it was clear he was hurting. From what she heard of what happened last year, she’s not surprised - and she really wished she had been there for him that time.

“More or less, yes”, she said again, before elaborating. “I was tasked to help with the cover of Prince Sky due to Eraklyon and Solaria’s ties, and as such anyone close to me that was not related to the Courts of Solaria or Eraklyon had to be cut off until it was deemed safe for Sky to reveal his identity”, she said, fully knowing how stupid that entire thing was. Erendor was being paranoid again and Samara only helped make that fear bigger, Sky knew how to use a sword and Brandon was always with him, he wasn’t in that much danger. She was happy her father agreed with her, but his hands were tied and the council accepted Eraklyon’s terms. She hated politics so much sometimes.

“So for an entire year, a year where I had one of the worst experiences of my life, a year I almost got expelled from Red Fountain, I could not talk with you, or even be near you, just because of some dumb royals deciding that you shouldn’t do all that?! For some dude?!” He wasn’t shouting yet, but he was getting close to. Her mind was telling her that she should try to calm him down, but her emotions acted first, her face twisting into a scowl matching his.

“Right, because I didn’t suffer anything at all that year no siree, not like I had to break up with my boyfriend for all this bullshit, not like I had to go through my parent’s divorce, not like I didn’t get actually fucking expelled from Alfea in the middle of the year for some dumb accident. No, only you suffered at all. Of course”, she practically hissed the last words, anger starting to overcome her. Riven looked ready to start actually yelling, but he stopped and had a deep breath. “Okay, fine. We both went through some shit, sorry I pretended you didn’t went through bad things. I mean that.” He did sound sincere and his expression had softened. She took a deep breath herself, and tried to see how to continue as their food got served. This was not how she expected their first conversation in a year and a half to go like this.

“Thank you for apologizing. I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have made it seem like what you went through was nothing.” she started eating some of the steak they had ordered - nice consistency, though it could use more spices - before continuing. “I heard the rumors. That had to be hell on you.”

Riven took a bite himself, and looked out the window into the streets of Magica City. “It was, though I’m happy I didn’t get fully expelled and got the chance to stay at Red Fountain. My mother was between furious and ultra comforting when she found out,” he let out a small, sad chuckle at the memory before turning, “but that’s not what we’re here to talk about, Cami.” He finally looked her directly in the eye, and she was genuinely surprised at both her nickname and the topic change. “How are you taking all this?”

“Well, if Musa ever talks to me again even if it’s just insults I’ll be glad”, she looked down at her steak again, a sad look on her face. “It feels like she took it worse than Bloom and she wasn’t even involved. Tecna’s been mostly checking up on Bloom every hour to see if she’s starting to get better with Flora, and Aisha’s both understanding of why all this happened and also wanting to punch Sky and Erendor in the face.” She thought of that for a little longer, and the mental image made her giggle a bit. “As for myself… well, it’s good that I can no longer have to keep that hidden. On the other hand,” she looked out the window again”, I might have lost Bloom as a friend forever.” She still had the fire fairy’s scream fresh in her mind, of how she was a liar, a bad friend, of how she could have prevented her all this by telling her. She didn’t tell herself that it was her fault, but she still had part on it and she couldn’t deny that. “You?”, she returned the question, despite having already heard the answer. “How are you taking all this, especially with… well, with the Darcy thing also happening.”

It had been a week or so since the Trix’s identities had been revealed, and from what she knew the Roccaluce Paladins had been searching for Icy, Darcy and Stormy for all that time. She knew thanks to Musa that he had become good friends with the Solarian Witch, and all this on top certainly would not have helped. “Well, this didn’t help with that I can tell you that much,” called it, “but I feel at least this made me forget about that if only for a little bit.”, he looked back at her, sadness starting to lift from his head. “I still think this was completely stupid-” “it was, trust me”, she interrupted, “-but politics are like that from what I remember you telling me. So I guess I’m fine with it… for now”, he falsely threatened in that annoying fake tough guy tone of his, and she let out a small laugh at that familiarity. “I will see if this can hold up.”

“Thank you for that, Riven. It’s nice that we can finally talk again.” She reached out and held his hand, a genuine smile forming. “I missed this.”

“I missed it too, Cami”, he held the same smile, and they both finally started eating in full, catching up on lost time.

----

They had just finished eating, and they were waiting for the bill, when Stella asked some final questions. “Hey, have you kept in touch with the guys at all?”, a memory coming back to her forgotten in the previous talks. “Because last thing I heard is that you straight up disappeared after the Showcase.” Brandon had called her earlier that day to update her on things on his end, and he had admitted on not having seen Riven at all since then. He in turn sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, hints of embarrassment on his cheeks. “Uh, I… kinda went to sulk on the city for two straight days and I might or might not have tried to look for Darcy myself.” Stella immediately put her hand on her forehead, exasperated. “Of course you did. You were always bad with this type of stuff.” She looked back at him concerned. “You should go back already, you dumbass! Sky is being enough of a hassle as is, you don’t need to add to their worrying.” He let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, I really should, I honestly just called you on impulse and… kinda went from there.” You’re always like that, Riven, she thought for a second. “I’m going to see if I can help coax Sky out of his blanket fort, he owes us his side of the story as well, and I’ll see if I can convince him to talk to Bloom for you.”

“If you manage that I’ll be impressed, he’s almost as stubborn as you are,” she said with a cheeky smile, before turning it into a real one. “But thanks, Riven. I’m happy we did this.”

“I’m happy about it too, Cami. I’m still with my bike, you want a ride back to Alfea?” “I would appreciate that, cuz I kiiiiiiiiiinda wasted the Sceptre’s reserves on getting to the city.” It was Riven’s turn to smirk. “And you call me impulsive?”

“Oh shut up.” Her tone was angry, but she was smiling, and she felt like things were finally looking better for her.

#Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Stella #Riven #Drops writes apparently

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shipsrulemylife · 6 years ago

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Jily Fic Rec

Surprise, surprise. Guess who’s back with another fic rec!

It’s Jily this time because who doesn’t love a good enemies to friends to lovers trope?

EDIT: apparently the links only work if you click on the read more??? why is tumblr so weird

Key Limes by cgner [Rated T]

In which Academy Award winner Lily Evans discovers the periphery of internet fandom and the mysteries of Prince James’s gold star system.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7402624

Mother Deer by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Euphemia Potter is the unequivocal boss of everyone, including and most especially her son, and if the sweet, bright-eyed redhead who frequents her coffee shop doesn't know that yet, she's about to find out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13594827

Polyjuiced by ladyoftheknightley [Rated T]

A very pregnant Lily invites the Marauders round to help her entertain James. Somehow, this degenerates into 4 Jameses wandering around her living room, with her having to guess which is her actual husband or (horror of horrors) lose a bet against Sirius Black.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10101206/1/Polyjuiced

Salmon Fishing in the Olympics by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU: When Lily Evans seeks assistance from James Potter to avoid the attentions of a suitor who just won't take no for an answer, she accidentally lands them both on the front page of every gossip magazine in Britain. She should have thought about that before pretending to be the girlfriend of a famous athlete.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11393601

Cat in a Fifth Floor Flat by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU. When Remus Lupin moves out and Lily Evans moves in, James Potter finds himself instantly drawn to his beautiful new neighbour. Little does he know that a mysterious force of nature is secretly pulling the strings.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10610682

The Yeast I Can Do by elanev91 [Rated T]

Dr Lily Evans had an absolute shit day at work. Luckily, there's a bakery nearby that offers a course that she hopes will take her mind off of things.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11677191

Try, Trial, and Try Again by BeeDaily [Rated G]

Spell engineering has never been so complicated than when an afternoon of trying and trialing leaves James and Lily in an interesting position.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12404292

Supermarket Sweep by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU: James Potter can find anything he needs in his local supermarket - bread, milk, the woman of his dreams - they've got it all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11608353

we could be gigantic by elanev91 [Rated T]

Lily and James have been best friends since they were kids. Uni, a band, a trip abroad, a few tours and a couple of albums later, things start to change. Half an email fic, half a regular ol' narrative.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13926795

Swipe Right, Swing Left by ShadowRose997 [Rated T]

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work. James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16743499

Erotic Porridge by elanev91 [Rated T]

Euphemia Potter thinks her doctor needs to go on a date with her son. This story is so named because I saw it somewhere, could not stop laughing, and my best friend professor-riddikulus hates it so much that I just had to. This story has nothing, literally nothing, to do with porridge. (I really should give my stories better names) - Muggle AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10475154/chapters/23112117

Elevator Love Song by BeeDaily [Rated T]

James unexpectedly finds himself trapped in a dodgy apartment elevator with Lily Evans.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13814355

Motionless by lovesickjily [Rated T]

James Potter always had thought that he was the only person in the world who had the power to stop time, but somehow, just the sight of Lily Evans makes every second feel like an hour.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16720791

Pickup Limes by elanev91 [Rated G]

Lily loves to blow off steam in Waitrose. Tonight, she spots an unbelievably gorgeous man in the bakery. Modern AU, Muggle AU, Grocery Store AU (still def not a thing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11603553

Orange Cardamom by ShadowRose997 [Rated T]

James may not believe in love at first sight, but he's beginning to think there may be some merit in love at first sip.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16412123

Too Fic Too Furious by elanev91 [Rated T]

The M25 needs to undergo massive emergency repairs and the entire motorway has been shut down for, well, probably the rest of eternity. Lily Evans was foolish enough to think she could make it through before the traffic properly started. She's absolutely dying of boredom when she spots the guy in the car opposite.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14990837

you exist behind my eyelids by lovesickjily [Rated T]

How could they be in love with someone whose existence was only known because they frequented each other's dreams?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15861750

the one with the white suit and the red beanie by Apalapucian [Not Rated]

james agrees(?) to be a model for lily's photography class project, and jeanne, james, and lily all fall one way or another in the duration of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16018502

Wishing you all a Good Evening by thejilyship [Rated T]

Lily Evans is a news anchor for her college news station and James Potter is a football star who has gained quite a bit of local notoriety. Lily's not impressed by him and his arrogance, but James is quite impressed with everything Lily does. After the blunder that was their first meeting, James is determined to change her mind and she's determined not to let him. College!AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15408027/chapters/35760174

So Just Act Like You Love Me by twilightstargazer [Rated T]

Lily was looking forward to a nice, quiet Christmas by herself. Instead she's heading back home for her sister's engagement party with a fake boyfriend in tow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11616078

the one with the storm and all the texting by Apalapucian [Not Rated]

James and Lily get stuck in a coffee shop during a storm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16044326

Unexpected Perks by thejilyship [Rated T]

James and Lily meet in an airport after missing their flights, though by the end of the day, it all sort of seems like fate.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15368979

Sing A Reckless Serenade by twilightstargazer [Rated T]

“What kind of work thing?” James asks, warily. Lily takes a breath. It seemed like a brilliant idea last night, when she was more than three drinks under, but now in the light of day it just seems… pathetic. Still though, she needs help, and needs it soon, so she finds herself blurting out: “I need you to fake date me for a week.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9794741

Dr. Jones and the Witch by jamespotterthefirst [Not Rated]

Who is the stranger Lily drunkenly met at a party? And why can't she stop texting him?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16477184

no matter what (i love you) by softjily [Rated G]

When Lily’s aunt Rose introduced her to a scrawny twitchy eleven year old boy with frantic hair and glasses that were too big for his face, she certainly didn’t think she’d spend the next seventeen years beside him." Or, the VirtueMoir AU no one asked for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16216460/chapters/37903337

Have a Biscuit by PetalsToFish [Rated G]

No matter how many biscuits it took, Minerva was too invested in James Potter's relationship with Lily Evans to tell him that he needed to stop eating all her biscuits.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16301453

The Engagement by itsa_bee [Not Rated]

Lily and Marlene decide to go wedding dress shopping, even though neither of them are even in a relationship much less engaged. One thing leads to another, James Potter enters the scene, some fake dating ensues, and then they eat an engagement cake!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15728991

Sixty-Nine, Nice by a_collection_of_nonsense [Rated T]

In which James Potter and Lily Evans are in a math course together and have absolutely no chill.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15663510

#Jily by Chie (Chierafied) [Rated G]

Twitter seemed awash with the hashtag Jily. Lily blinked at in confusion, until she realised it was one of those silly couple monikers people had bestowed on her and Potter. …Though there was a small dissenting crowd following a tweet from Potter’s bandmate Sirius Black: Jily? Hah! More like LAMES.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7292149

victorem by gryffindormischief [Rated T]

When God closes a door, sometimes you have to jump out a window.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14134368

Cheers to That by wotcherpotter [Rated G]

Breakout star James Potter has seen success on the new hit comedy Have You Ever, and has been nominated for his first BAFTA. Upon the announcement he receives congratulations aplenty online, including from fellow actor and long time crush Lily Evans.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12185553

follow your heart gently; by lilevans [Rated G]

social media au + “after lily spotted james on campus, she posted a video to her university’s campus story, telling james: ‘To the cute guy wearing the blue jersey in the university’s snapchat story, I’m seriously in love with you. find me.’ a modern day cat and mouse game ensues with the whole campus urging romeo and juliet to meet because oMG its love at first sight!!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12130413

Questions and Answers by lizardcookie [Rated T]

The simple question of whether or not they're dating doesn't exactly have a simple answer. Seventh Year Jily.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7723105

Upside Down by Bob_The_Other_Zombie [Rated G]

Lily’s pop star career seems to be hitting a rut, until her publicity team comes up with the perfect plan- a fake relationship with James Potter, frontman of the hot new boyband The Marauders. Lily’s less than enthused- last time she and James were in the same room together, there was vomit involved, all over her nicest pair of shoes. After a few dates, however, lines begin to blur, and suddenly things between them don’t seem to be just PR anymore...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7500300

Sweet Tooth by mylifeissocoollike [Rated T]

Lily and James were best friends growing up, but when he moved away and they drifted apart they thought that would be the end of their friendship. But fate has a funny way of working out, and Lily can’t keep herself away from the brownies in the grocery store.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7301335

Lilium Regale by jewishwondergirl [Rated G]

Flowershop!AU. Lily works in a flower shop, and every Friday James comes in to buy flowers. For this prompt: "you keep buying a bunch of flowers so i think i have no chance but it turns out theyre for ur mum" Written (early) for Jily Trope Fest! Nothing but fluff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7065067

The Benefits of Recklessness by madnessandbrilliance [Rated T]

Some people really were lucky they had good medical insurance. A Jily AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6779974

Darkest Night by thelittlegreennotebook [Rated G]

"It’s a tiny place, warm and welcoming with soft light and softer croissants. A place so small that if you happened to, say, run into the bloke you had been hell-bent on avoiding—well, there would be no avoiding about it." The third and last in a series of Jily college AUs for the November Fanfiction Challenge.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2563049/chapters/5699597

Happy reading!

#oof #harry potter #harry potter fic rec #jily #jily fic rec #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #fic rec #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #marauders

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nillamybread · 6 years ago

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The Arcana School Of Magic - Chapter 1

((This is a fan product based off an AU made by the lovely @sad-arcana-au ))

Chapter 1 ~ A New Life Awaits!... Maybe?

The school was grand, to say the least...

The towering buildings were intimidating towards them, almost mocking them as they swallowed the lump that had built up in her throat. Their dirty blond hair pulled back into a messy bun and their glasses firmly pressed to their face, Vee was ready for anything! At least, they thought they were... As soon as one book closed, another would open and that became extremely apparent to them as they took their first step on the school grounds. However, as it would so happen, it was many other's as well.

'First-year classmates, not the most friendly of people...' They thought to themselves as they looked around the small group of first-years they were assigned to. They looked friendly enough but boy, were they in for a ride. The group was small, maybe eight or nine people with a tour guide; it was quite a confusing experience. They first noticed the most flamboyant of the group, his platinum blond hair slicked back in a fashion statement that seemed like a fashion nightmare to most. His eyebrows were more like 2D horns plastered onto his face with powder and anyone could tell he wore massive amounts of eyeliner and foundation. His blazer was adorned across his shoulders instead of its actual purpose, however, he looked slightly socially acceptable but he was drawing a little too much attention for a normal person to handle.

The next person they noticed was a woman standing next to him, her dark skin contrasting with the translucent complexion of the boy. Her posture was straight and she looked more like a princess than a student; somewhat of a high authoritative figure. Her uniform was worn to perfection, not a ruffle unironed and not a mark to be seen, her long ombre-ish purple hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, only letting a few strands fall to frame her face perfectly. She was adorned with simplistic but expensive-looking jewellery and her deep red eyes were watching the boy with slight confusion and worry.

They walked around some more and came across a pair of redheads. The two must have been related; why else would they be at each other's throats for? The smaller girl was waving her arms about in the air, almost looking ready to strike the taller boy down with one stubborn glare and a strike of her palm. However, the taller boy almost looked scared of the girl, his complexion paling at every threat he got and his steel grey eyes looking into her blue orbs. Vee decided to take the call and completely avoid the duo, thinking it for the best.

As they backed away, they bumped into someone and they looked up, seeing the male towering over them. He had messily combed raven hair that draped over his square-framed glasses, illuminating his deep green eyes behind the glass. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." They stated sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that she walked straight into him. The large man only grunted softly in acknowledgement and a small male came running over, waving his hands furiously at the one towering over them. This boy had quite a tan complexion, similar to the larger male, however, he had more of a honey glow to him. His short white hair bounced slightly as he came to a stop beside them and smiled brightly. "Hello, Muriel! Is this a new friend?"

"They just bumped into me, that's all..." Muriel said softly, peering down at Vee before the smaller male looked to her and smiled, holding his hand out to them.

"I'm Asra! And this is my friend, Muriel! Nice to meet you, ...?"

Vee then sprung to life from their embarrassed-like state and grabbed his hand, giving it quite a firm shake. "I'm Vee." They said, trying to keep their cool.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Vee! I hope we can be friends!" Asra exclaimed before walking away, pulling Muriel away softly, not forcing him but the larger male going willingly.

As they went to take another step they were aware of the girl in front of her. She was slightly shorter than Vee and had rather dark skin, her deep red headscarf tied loosely around her head and accentuating her features. She seemed rather lost but bright and bubbly as she was already talking with the guide. As soon as she had finished, however, she turned and walked in Vee's direction, starting introductions before she had even taken a step towards them. "Hello, I'm Atis, what's your name?" She asked with a surprisingly soft voice. But before Vee could manage an answer, a taller girl walked in between them and glared back at them with a snarky remark. "Oops."

The girl was way taller than the both of them, maybe around 6'3 to 6'4 with short brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, a red bandanna hiding most of it. Her dark skin contrasted with others, as well as her thick accent. The only accessory she wore was an eyepatch across one of her eyes, but she looked like it was no fashion statement. Atis was about to retort when the guide finally spoke up in a chipper and happy tone, almost too fake to be true.

"Welcome first years to The Arcana School of Magic! You may notice there are a great mix of cultures and magical purpose but do not be deterred. As soon as you walk through the main doors you will be given instructions to where you will be living for the next few years of education. There you will find your luggage and a few other items as well as your wands, books and assigned courses. We have four courses that you may have chosen from within the last couple of months.

There are the mystic arts. The mystic arts course ranges from transformation on certain objects to shapeshifting a friend, familiar or yourselves. This course has been picked with precision to make sure you have plenty of time to practice and is a verbal and physical study course.

There is the healing arts course. The healing arts course teaches a witch or warlock to heal even the most dangerous of injuries and having a one hundred per cent result rather than traditional medicine. From snake bites to being doused in venom from a basilisk, there is nothing you won't be able to handle. The course has many live patients and will need to be taken with care; it is a verbal, practical and book smart course so we have made sure whatever you need is in your dorm.

The natural arts is more of a refined science course than most believe. It delves into the depths of many different subjects that can range from growing the simplest of vegetables to handling the deadly mandrake root and witnessing the bloom of a flower that only comes alive every one hundred years. It is a book smart and practical course.

And finally, the summoning arts. The summoning arts is a dangerous path to go, not for the faint of heart but for the brave, or dare I say imbecilic souls of this institution. It takes immense concentration and will-power to summon things from the darkest part of the mind, that is why the course is mostly verbal and book smart rather than practical. If anyone is found summoning in their dorms or in school grounds will be immediately expelled.

Now please, let me bring you around our institution and may I wish you a safe and informative education."

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wannabe-bella · 6 years ago

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German Invasion!

(Detective AU series)

"Did you hear?" Comes a cheerful voice from the desk opposite the redhead's. With a questioning look, Chloe glances up to the boy.

"Hear what?" She asks while browsing through a case file.

"Beca's returning today," Says Jesse, her movements halting. After a few moments tick by, she shrugs, pretending to act uninterested.

"Whatever."

"And as Beca's future Best Man, I need to arrange a welcome back party-" Jesse's goes to explain but it's quickly cut short by the elevator door dinging and low and behold... the one and only Beca Mitchell steps out before making her way in.

"Well..." He awkwardly trails off, "I guess no welcome back party. So, I'm just gonna have to improvise this bitch." Standing, he climbs onto his chair before screaming an obnoxiously loud,"WELCOME BACK!" making the entire police squad glance at him.

Some grimace.

Some hold their hands to their ears.

And one may have cried before bolting out of the room.

Stopping in her tracks, Beca's grip on her carrier bag falters as her gaze lands on him. Her mouth gaping open a few times before saying anything.

"I could not be more ashamed of you than I am right now." She deadpans before moving over to her desk. Setting her bag beside the computer, she sees that he's still on top of the chair.

"Dude, sit down."

"Oh," He whispers before glancing around to the staring eyes. "Sorry." He apologizes, slowly climbing back into his chair.

Beca's eyes follows his movements and she shakes her head with an amused smile. "You're like an overly excited puppy. I hate it." Her attention then falls back to her desk.

Her empty desk.

"Ugh."

Grabbing her bag, Beca zips the side open before putting a hand through. Reaching around, she finds what she needs and pulling it out, she sets the documents aside as well as a notepad. Booting up the desk computer, she lazily taps at the wooden table as she waits for it to load.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't one Beca Mitchell." Comes the sickly-sweet voice of Chloe Beale.

Beca can only sigh as she glances over towards the girl. She tips her head, "Beale."

"Mitchell," Chloe throws back, standing from her desk. She makes her way over towards the girl and leans on the monitor. "I'm surprised they let you back this early."

Beca's scrunches her face up, "But my 3 months are up-"

"Which is just a travesty-" Chloe interrupts in a sing-song voice, added with a smirk. Trying to act tough, she leans further over the desk, but her arm slips from the monitor, ending with the screen tumbling over.

Beca stares dead ahead wondering why she chose to come back.

"Mitchell!" Suddenly comes from the Captain's office, causing her to glance over – and making Chloe straighten up her posture, as Gail makes an appearance. "In my office." She says, motioning behind her. Her eyes then flicker towards Chloe, who- for lack of better words, looks as though she has a stick shoved up her ass- stands staring ahead. "Beale, fix that mess." Gail gestures towards the, almost broken, monitor.

"Yes, Captain!" Chloe flinches, grabbing at the computer screen so fast that it almost drops out of her butter fingers.

"Sweet Jesus," Beca mumbles on her way towards the office.

20 minutes later...

"Who... are they?" Chloe voices from her desk as two, very tall, very intimidating looking, people enter the station.

There's a dark-haired man, tall, slim, around his early 30's stood next to a very gorgeous blonde. Their eyes lock and the woman sends her a wink.

"Damn..." Jesse whistles as they saunter through the desks towards the Captain's office. Suddenly Beca's scuttering out from the door, almost running into the gorgeous blonde amazon woman. She halts barely before colliding with her, cursing profanities, "Watch it you- oh my god..." Beca's eyes land on the woman's face.

Chloe watches from afar, her jaw slacked. "Is she-"

"Drooling?" Jesse askes from beside her, "I think she might be." He chuckles.

"Pieter," Comes the woman's weirdly attractive voice, oh and with an accent, "Tell ze elf to move."

"Move elf," Pieter says, beckoning her away.

Beca's eyes don't stray from the woman as she struts past, getting a whiff of her intoxicating perfume, before entering the office. But then she gets her grips about her back and makes her descent towards her desk.

Sitting at said desk, her mouth lays open. But it's suddenly closed as a soft hand shuts it for her and glancing up she finds Chloe by her side.

"How is she even human?" Is all Beca asks, dreamily, and for whatever reason leaves a bad taste in the redhead's mouth as she glares down the office doors.

XxX

"What?!" Beca's eyebrows shoot to the top of her head.

"Don't make me repeat that, Mitchell," Chloe spits back, grabbing her beer and taking a sip from it. The pair are sat at the bar in which 3 months ago, had lead them to-

...never mind.

Anyways, Chloe dragged the stubborn brunette here, only getting her to agree by persuading her with free pizza and beer.

She honestly thought Beca would have put up more of a fight.

"So, let me get this straight," Beca takes a gulp from her beer before picking up a slice of pizza, "You brought me here to ask me to be your partner?" She asks, taking a large bite from the slice... very ungracefully I might add.

"Ew," Chloe scrunches her face up as the girl gets tomato sauce on the side of her mouth. "Yes." She then says, her foot tapping along the wooden bar floor. "Look, please, Beca."

Beca rolls her eyes, "Why?"

Shaking her head, Chloe huffs, "Cos' we can't just have two German's come in and... and steal our jobs!" Is what she goes with.

"But they aren't?" Beca tries.

Sighing Chloe slouches back. With one last gulp from her beer, she stands to leave, "Forget it, I'll ask someone els-"

"Wait." Beca says, reaching out for the girl's wrist only to accidentally grab her hand. Pulling Chloe back, "I'll do it," She says before ushering her back to her chair.

"Really?" Chloe asks, her eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas.

Rolling her eyes once again, Beca lets out a small smile, "Yes."

Squealing, Chloe suddenly jumps up from her chair to bring Beca into a bone-crushing hug, almost falling into the girl's lap.

They fail to notice the others in the bar stare over at them.

"Woo!" One screams out, "I think we just got ourselves an engagement!"

And boy does that make the girls pull away.

"Oh, we're not-"

"Shush," Chloe hushes, leaning in to Beca's ear, "This could get us free drinks all night."

"Are you serious, Beale?" Beca exclaims in a whisper. And when she finds Chloe nodding, she gives in. "Fine." When she glances past the redhead, she finds the people in the bar staring at them as they wait for an answer. So, with a sigh, she puts on her best fake smile and-

"She said yes!"

The bar erupts in a fit of cheers and drinks are bought all round for them.

Guess Chloe was right, eh?

XxX

"When you asked me to do this, I thought it was like an actual case..." Beca states as her and Chloe currently, sneak, their way behind a wall to catch a glimpse at the two German's. "Not some spy mission." But then pausing, Beca twists around to face the girl, "Not that I'm complaining."

"That's a first." Chloe pipes back, laughing at Beca's faux hurt look. Shoving her on the shoulder, she tips her head, "Come on, let's keep moving."

"You're so rough, woman-" Beca halts once more, and sighs, "You ever say something in which you immediately wish you could take back?"

"Oh, plenty of times- oh god, move!" Chloe exclaims out of nowhere, her eyes widening as Pieter and- after listening through the hearing devices they're equipped with- Kommissar make their way over to where they're at, or better yet, hiding.

Beca and Chloe decided to follow the German duo after their shift, finding them pulling into a sushi restaurant.

Safe to say, they think something fishy is up. Haha.

Anway, Chloe from the get go had been feeling iffy towards the new pair. And had even scouted out Gail to ask why they were here. Turns out, they were sent over to investigate a case. Now why they needed European soil for that is something beyond her.

Besides... this whole operation, "German Invasion," is totally not because Chloe saw Beca flirting, and by that she means the poor girl getting all worked up, with the blonde goddess of a woman.

Would also like to mention that Beca and Chloe are currently dressed in wigs. Yes, you heard that correctly.

Fucking. Wigs.

Which were Beca's exact words when Chloe threw a pair of dark sunglasses at her along with a black wig.

She honestly looks like she's been summoned by a witch, or is a witch, with the dark veil of hair added with her pale complexion. Whereas Chloe looks- in Beca's opinion, not that she'll ever admit it out loud- freaking hot in a blonde wig.

In a panic, Chloe looks around for where they can go as the German's near them. "Oh, my god, oh my god-" She flails about as Beca looks on hopelessly.

Suddenly an idea sparks in Chloe's head.

As Beca glances over the side of the wall, she's basically face to face with the German's, "Oh fuc-"

Before she can finish, she hears a faint, "Hey babe!" before her head is being tilted to the side and soft lips colliding into hers.

Beca's eyes go wide in shock, but they quickly close over.

"Ugh..." Kommissar tuts, "Filthy Americans..." She scoffs before continuing through a sketchy looking door.

Chloe pushes further into Beca, backing her up against the wall, completely forgetting why they're currently in the position that they're in. But she isn't complaining, considering Beca flips their positions.

But pulling back for air, Chloe bites her lip as her eyes flutter open. And when they do, they widen as she catches a glance over Beca's shoulder.

"What the hell?" She voices, making Beca's eyebrows furrow.

"What's wrong?" The brunette asks, stepping out of the embrace to glance over. "Oh, shit."

Through the glass window of the sketchy looking door, stands both Kommissar and Pieter. Who seem to be stashing their jackets with jewellery.

Diamonds to be exact.

Side note, why out of all places to hide jewellery would someone place it in a damn sushi restaurant? It doesn't make any sense.

"Are they..."

"Committing theft?" Chloe finishes.

"I- I think so." Beca says, still in shock. "We should stop them, right?"

"Right." Chloe says, with a nod. "So, how should we go about this-" Before she can even complete the sentence, Beca bounds away from her, bursting through the door-

"BPD, you're under arrest!"

Later that night...

"Not only did you follow Detective Kommissar and Detective Pieter, while they were on duty, but you also tried to arrest them, is that correct?" Gail asks from her seat in her office as Beca and Chloe stand at the front of the desk, wigs of shame held in their hands.

"In our defence," Beca begins, making the Captain sigh. "We thought they were stealing. Not retrieving..." She shrugs.

"I'm very close to cutting you off, Mitchell." Gail states, catching Beca off guard. She's pissed and the brunette can tell. "You just returned from a suspension and god give me strength if it weren't for you being a somewhat good detective, I would have had you fired long ago."

Beca can only run a hand through her hair. She falls into the chair behind her with a sigh.

Chloe watches with a dejected look as she fiddles with the wig (of shame) in her hand. "It was my fault," She announces catching Beca and Gail's attention. "I asked her to come along. You should be blaming me, not Beca." She says to the Captain who only shakes her head.

"I'm disappointed in you, Detective Beale." Pushing the glasses up on her nose, Gail points to the door, "You're both dismissed. Don't let me see anything like this happening again."

"Holy shit..." Beca sighs once they're out of the office. She glances over to Chloe to find her staring at the ground below. "Hey..." She reaches out to place her hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's okay."

"I shouldn't have made you come along." The redhead says, and it sounds like she's almost in tears.

"You didn't. You asked and I said yes. There's a difference there." Beca says. "How about we go get a drink at the bar? On me."

Nodding, Chloe shrugs, "Okay..." As they're walking out, she suddenly halts. "Beca?" She calls out just as they near the elevator.

"Hmm?"

"You wouldn't have a ring, would you?"

"A ring? Why would you need a ring-" But then Beca's face goes blank. "Oh fuck."

XxX

RAISE YOUR WIGS OF SHAME!

So yeah, I finally updated this and added a new one shot. This one was honestly ridiculous. But then again, this entire series is. Anyways, I hope you all are liking this so far.

P.S. Do you think this is the end for Kommissar and Pieter, or will they return? Hmmmm...

#bechloe #Pitch Perfect #Detective AU

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evakfanficsrecs · 7 years ago

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Hey, hi, halla!

It’s been some time since I’ve done this again, so I hope you’re all delighted because I’m back with a new dose of Evak fanfic recs for all of you starving out there… yay! :) I wish you all joyful reading, a lovely rest of October and a very Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “★”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “✓”.

ONESHOTS:

you and me got a whole lot of history by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: childhood friends!au; “You’re going to be my best friend, Even.” Isak decides, showing off his baby teeth with a beaming grin. Even opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. The words have so much finality to them, and frankly, he doesn’t feel like getting in trouble for making him cry. So he nods. “Best friends for life.” He agrees.

This Means Nothing to Me by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: roommates!au; “Do you still think love is bullshit?” Isak asked one night with his head lying on Even’s lap, both of them sprawled on their couch. It had taken five joints and three beers for his head to end up there. He was a bit high and he just wanted to check. He just wanted to know. “I’m not so sure anymore,” said Even. Or Isak and Even are friends and roommates who don’t believe in love anymore (after they both get dumped by other people) until they do.

cracks in our foundation by kittpurrson ★ Summary: “You know, like a thousand years ago, men used to wear makeup?” Even asks, as Isak gapes at himself. He can’t really explain how strange it is to see himself like this.

I’m Always Here by nofeartina Summary: “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says. Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

I like my sugar with coffee and cream by imminentinertia ★ Summary: coffee shop!au & Hate to Love!au; 5 times Even buys a coffee +1 time Isak buys a shirt.

Not a Bird, Not a Plane by shakespeareandsunshine ★ Summary: superhero!au; “May I ask what led to your loss of consciousness?” Isak asks. “Would you believe me if I said I flew headfirst into the eighteenth floor windows of the MagnussCorp building?” Isak looks at him, unimpressed. “Not in the slightest.” “Well then,” Even says, smiling. “I flew headfirst into the eighteenth floor windows of the MagnussCorp building.” Or, 5 times Isak refused to see what was right in front of him + 1 time he did.

Cookies and Cream by GayaIsANerd Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak has a crush on the barista. He’s too scared to do anything about it, but luckily there’s a blizzard coming up.

when i’m close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) by Behindthecities ★ Summary: In which Isak and Even are boy-friends with a hyphen in the middle. Or the the 5 times Isak forgets that he’s not dating Even and the 1 time he does something about it.

Feng Shui by champagneleftie Summary: friends with benefits!au & roommmates!au; “Even!” Isak says, indignant, affronted. “I miss kissing. Kissing is nice.” Even misses kissing too. That was nice. Kissing Sonja was nice. She smelled nice. Isak smells nice. Even has a brilliant idea. “You could kiss me!”

live happily with sugar on by colazitron ★ Summary: While Even tries to work up the courage to approach the cute boy on the tram, the cute boy approaches him. Berries are involved.

you’re the glitter in the dark by piccadilly ★ Summary: fantasy!au; Isak is a witch. The universe wants Even to find out. Or, five times Isak almost revealed his magic, and the one time Even revealed his.

Working Out (with your eyes on me) by afastne Summary: Isak is trying to finish his workout, Even is trying to finish a movie. They both fail rather spectacularly.

Between You and Me (and Them Too) by Rashu89 Summary: The five times Even and Isak’s friends witness them sharing a private moment of their relationship and the one time they get to enjoy it all on their own.

I’ll Be Your Trainer by Victory4 Summary: Isak starts going to the gym. Even discovers that he loves the fact that Isak goes to the gym.

Grind On Me (Take Your Time On Me) by wyoheartsmusic Summary: Are you an angel? … because I can’t quite tell with the quality of your profile pic.

Just what the doctor ordered by skambition ★ Summary: “You just lie back and relax, and I’ll be back in an hour to check on you,” Isak promised on his way out, turning back for a second to give Even the loving smile that he had reserved for Even and Even only, who melted a little and smiled back. * One Shot for the ”Doctor Patient Confidentiality“ Universe - but also understandable without having read it!

caught up in a dream by bbyfruit ★ Summary: friends with benefits!au; In which Isak is less of a mess than usual (LIE), Even is super cool and smooth (LIE), and Mikael just wants everyone to be happy (TRUTH).

can’t you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last by ourlovelybones ★ Summary: Saturday nights are for staring at beautiful things and falling in love with you.

Adventures in Aerobic Dating by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: He is here again. Doing bench presses, all red in the face and groaning softly with the exertion. Even can’t even do anything about it. He’s stuck behind the staff counter, willing away his third ‘gym-rat’ fueled boner this week.

I Think I’m Falling (I Think I’m Falling For You) by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak isn’t sure if it’s this guy’s incredibly endearing face or the fact that he didn’t just order a fucking Pumpkin Spice Latte, but he suddenly really really wants to kiss him.

Covered In Gold by wyoheartsmusic Summary: In this universe, Isak is a little younger and a little less jaded when he meets Even.

it’s only finger lengths by thekardemomme Summary: Isak hates airports and goodbyes.

Strawberry Milkshake Boy by photographer_of_thoughts ★ Summary: “I don’t want to hear about strawberry milkshake boy anymore, Even.” Yousef snapped, turning the volume up on the TV. Even bit down on his bottom lip, feeling embarrassed. He’d spent the last hour going on about how perfect the boy was; how the boy had quickly drank the milkshake and then licked the rim of the cup afterwards and… He really has a problem. Or, Even has an epic crush on a boy who he keeps seeing at the diner. A boy who only orders strawberry milkshakes.

Halla-ween by vorfm95 Summary: Isak and Even met at a Haunted House in the amusement park on Halloween. * Isak felt his soul leave his body right then and there. He went as pale as a ghost and this time he screamed his lungs out. His instincts pushed him to hug someone, but he couldn’t hug Sana, she wouldn’t like that, besides she was still far behind, and Eva was already hugging Noora. So he hugged the next person closest to him.

cos i love the way you wake me up by hippopotamus Summary: Isak hates waking up alone, especially because Even always leaves for work without kissing him goodbye.

You’re such a heavenly view by LostInAdmiration Summary: Even loved nights with this, after a good party with his close friends, and he and Isak getting to go back to their home together. It was an indescribable sort of joy, and Even was revelling in it.

mastered in this heart of mine by cynical_optimist Summary: Even cuts him off with a kiss to his lips, laughing, and Isak kisses him back, closing his eyes and losing himself, for just a moment, in the warmth and softness of this cold winter morning. * Domestic winter mornings and pancakes.

Porn Poetry by Fxckxxp ★ Summary: It’s Sunday morning, and Isak and Even are both lazy and horny. (But what else is new?)

Pictures of You by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ Summary: “What the fuck is that?” Even turned to see the redheaded man holding up a hanger with one of the outfits Isak was supposed to wear on it. Isak had a hand on his hip and was staring at the offending article of clothing. “I’m supposed to put that on, Eskild? That sweater looks like it came out of my grandma’s closet!” Eskild laughed and shook his head at Isak, “Baby gay, this is fashion. It’ll look great on you, come on. Put it on.” He instructed, thrusting the hanger at Isak, who took it dejectedly. Or, the au where Even is a photographer and Isak is his infuriatingly gorgeous model.

Could Barely Tear My Eyes Away by EvensDramaticShenanigans Summary: And Even just about melted right then and there in his seat. He was almost positive his eyes had been replaced by hearts, and his smile was so big it was starting to hurt. He blindly set his wineglass down on the edge of the table in front of him, absolutely unable to look away from Isak, and reached an arm across the table. “Fuck, not again!” (Part 2 of Set My Soul on Fire series)

RIP ME by wyoheartsmusic Summary: Not only did he send a wrong link, no, he sent it to a wrong number too! To Even of all people. Even who he can’t get out of his head ever since he met him at Sana’s briefly when he was there to study.

That’s when it all changed by skambition Summary: “How many moments in life can you point to and say: ‘That’s when it all changed’?” - Brooke Davis * A small story about the day changed it all for Isak and Even.

you’re gonna sing the words wrong by strangetowns Summary: He looks like someone stuck together a bunch of parts they thought looked good on their own and expected the result to look like a person, with no sense of what an actual person looks like. Ridiculous. He should look utterly fucking ridiculous. (The most ridiculous thing is that he doesn’t.) “Goddamn,” Eva says approvingly. “Them calves, though. ”* A marching band AU.

with you i’m in warm water by tarjeiandhenrik ★ Summary: fake dating!au & roommates!au; Even might’ve gotten himself into a situation where he has to pretend to be in love with Isak. It wouldn’t be so difficult if he hadn’t been trying to pretend like he wasn’t in love with him for years.

Don’t you see what you are finding? by kaleidxscope ★ Summary: uni!au; This is Heaven in hiding. * Three times Isak gets frustated by Even and one he makes a move.

Got You Carved Into My Soul by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Isak, babe. This is me. This is the costume that speaks to my soul.”

we’re like two halves of one heart by ourlovelybones Summary: “I just want to know everything about you.” Even says nonchalantly, having no idea that his mere words have warmed up Isak’s entire body. “You’re my favorite person and I find you fascinating.”

S-P-A-C-E by Pingviini Summary: “What on earth is this, Isak!” Eskild shouts through the music as he steals Isak’s phone from his hands making the young man in question jump. “I leave you for two seconds and you are already giving in. No. Shame on you. You hold your head, baby gay. We are sad and angry so he is blacklisted for the night.” Isak tries to reach for his phone intending to give a piece of his mind to Even but is unsuccessful as Eskild fights Isak like his life depends on it and ends up shoving the Iphone somewhere he knows Isak won’t dare to take it. “Serr?!” Isak gasps as Eskild slips the phone to his boxers and then shrugs his shoulders innocently to inform Isak that he had basically begged for it, so ultimately it was Isak’s own fault his phone was now in Eskild’s boxers.

I’m FALLing for you by Schedazzle Summary: coffee shop!au; Everything looked tinged in gold in this season. He never really knew when it started; was it a certain date? Just a random day? Did it happen gradually? Who knew, it always crept up on Even, one moment everything was green and the next the whole world seemed yellow and cozy and just so nice. This feeling only grew when the little bell above the door went off and his favorite customer came in. Even couldn’t hide the smile spreading on his face as he spotted the by now familiar golden curls.

beauty and the moonlight by withoutwords Summary: Isak’s hair sits in piles at his feet, small golden tendrils caught at his shoulders and in his lap and on his shoes. Even tries really, really hard not to cry.

Let’s Let Things Come Out Of The Woodwork by ultimatelawrence Summary: uni!au; Okay so maybe Even’s crush is becoming obsessive. Maybe he’s asked around a bit too much about Isak Valtersen. Maybe he shouldn’t be going to parties he has no real interest in every weekend just so he can look at Isak from afar. Maybe Isak shouldn’t be so damn cute then.

Pour Some Sugar On Me by staylucky Summary: Isak’s put on some Halloween weight and feels self-conscious about it until Even shows him just how much he loves Isak’s body, whatever size.

I Wish I Could Paint Our Love by GayaIsANerd ★ Summary: uni!au & one night stand!au; “I thought this wasn’t a romance movie,” Even says, when they come up for air. Isak rolls his eyes, “Just take me to your bed, asshole.” * In which Isak meets Even in a bar and Sana knocks some sense into him.

nattergal by dobriks Summary: “Hi, my name’s Isak and I was there in like the middle but then I ended up back here and apparently I’m not tall enough and I can’t see because everyone’s heads are blocking the view and I just want to enjoy Nattergal in peace watching Gabrielle perform and I was wondering if you could, like, lift me up on your shoulders?“ * Or, Isak and Even meet at a Gabrielle concert.

this feels like falling in love by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: It goes like this: Even sees a boy from across the Nissen courtyard and falls in love.

i’ll paint the picture, let me set the scene by mmxii Summary: This might very well be the stupidest idea Isak has ever had. And he’s had his fair share of stupid ideas, so he knows what he’s talking about, okay.

not the kind of fool who’s gonna sit and sing to you by hippopotamus Summary: Isak doesn’t sing, and Even doesn’t get surprised by Isak anymore. Actually, neither of those statements is true.

I Ducking Love You by wyoheartsmusic ★ Summary: "MISSED CONNECTION - You were the boy sitting on this park bench, I was the guy fighting a duck for my pants and losing.” Or, Even has a disagreement with a duck and Isak and Even fall in love along the way.

I missed you by nneazzz Summary: Isak, Even, Mahdi, Magnus and Jonas cabin trip.

since we’re alone by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: “You don’t go to Bakka, do you?” Even asks when he’s exhaled. “Um, no. Nissen.” Even looks at him, a smirk tilting his mouth as he lets Isak take the joint back from him. “In enemy territory. Brave of you.” Isak scoffs, feeling a little more of the tension drain out of his shoulders – even if Even leaning closer does have his heart ratcheting up a beat or two. “Nissen and Bakka aren’t enemies.” Even tuts. “You’re no fun, Isak. This could’ve been a great start to a modern twist on Romeo and Juliet, you know? Two star-crossed lovers meet at a party but their school rivalry is destined to tear them apart.” * If Isak and Even had met at the Bakka party mentioned in 2x01.

Pumpkin King by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: co-workers!au; Isak grins, and taps the crown. “You’re the dumbest king I’ve ever met.”

Skeleton Key by riyku Summary: This is physiology. A conked-out teenaged boy on autopilot. There’s no intent behind it. It could be the dregs of a dream, or nothing more than the pure creature need to make an ache go away.

I’m Someone You Maybe Might Love by ultimatelawrence Summary: Even could feel it with every inch of his body, whenever he so much as looked at Isak. It was just three words. Eight letters. God, his full name had more letters. So why was saying i love you for the first time so complicated? (Part 2 of the Melodrama series)

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscope ★ Summary: soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ noun: 1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. * Well, Isak hates his.

Neon Party, Take Two by awickedwind ★ Summary: It’s really, really important to Even that he and Isak attend this lame high school party. And it isn’t until Isak realizes what kind of party it is that he understands why.

sweeter than wine, softer than a summer’s night by dewdrops Summary: co-workers!au; “It’s a pretty slow day… no ride mishaps, only a few cases of food poisoning. Not much else to talk about.” Isak shrugs, looking up at Even. Even feels like a melting rat under the gaze of what must be some ethereal being, because who looks like that after standing in the same spot under a blazing sun for hours on end? Even’s too distracted to notice that Isak’s eyes have wandered elsewhere, now fixated on something behind his head. He doesn’t move to see what it could possibly be until Isak says, “It looks like one of the giant stuffed frogs from your booth is trying to get away.” “What?” Even furrows his eyebrows, turning his head. The group of teenage boys from earlier has found their way into his booth and are now working together to tear down one of the biggest prizes that hang overhead. “Oh, God. They’re back.” * Or, Isak and Even work at an amusement park.

after dark by evenskindness Summary: It’s one of those Friday nights.They’ve had the pre-game at their place with the guys, then moved their way to the actual party of the night and spent hours of just socializing, drinking and smoking with their friends. It’s been nice; the party was at Chris’s place so there had been mainly people they already knew, which made the atmosphere comfortable. However, instead of going to a club, Isak and Even has ditched their friends and made the decision to head home instead. Isak and Even and (sappy) late night talks and sloppy kisses. “Because I feel like a lucky coincidence is the only option for someone like me to get someone like you… But on the other hand, I feel like we’re meant to be.“

just a silly phase by thekardemomme Summary: Hate to Love!au; Isak and Even don’t like each other. (Also: Isak and Even play 7 Minutes in Heaven.) Time heals all wounds.

Say My Name by orphan_account Summary: Isak counts down the minutes until he can love Even.

a constant state of closeness by chevythunder ★ Summary: “What is it about this dude, anyway?” Elias asks. “You’ve barely even talked to him, right?” “I don’t know,” Even says. “I just got this feeling, you know? Just- I want to make sure he’s okay and safe and… stuff.” * It starts with a hug.

Life Patterns by Joana789 Summary: 14:05 - Even would write novels about him if he were a writer, or compose songs about him if he were a musician. But he’s neither, so he doesn’t. He draws Isak a heart, instead, like he’s done times and times before, traces it into the skin of Isak’s bare shoulder with his fingertips. He doesn’t know when he’s supposed to stop feeling like this.

We Keep This Love in a Photograph by kapplebougher ★ Summary: As he pulled out the last of his books on the bookshelf, one of the scrapbooks came loose and fell to the floor, face up. Isak automatically glanced down at the cover. Morocco - Summer 2017 was written in white ink on the cover in Even’s handwriting. Above it was a picture of the two of them pressed cheek-to-cheek and smiling with a happiness Isak hadn’t felt in weeks. They were standing atop the roof of a building, the vibrant lights of the marketplace below them twinkling in the background like colorful stars.Isak swallowed. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it. But he turned back around and reached for the scrapbook on the floor. * It’s been four weeks since Isak and Even made the decision to call it off. Now, Isak’s back in their apartment of seven years and he’s supposed to be moving out, but then he stumbles upon some memories that makes doing that a little difficult.

Those magic changes my heart arranges by diamondjacket Summary: He slowly, cautiously lifts his gaze. And his eyes run smack into blue ones he thought he’d never see again. Those blue eyes widen immediately, and that soft, pillowy mouth—the same mouth that had tasted Isak’s, not long ago—drops open in shock. “Isak?”

Oh boy, here we go again by kingkylo Summary: uni!au; Isak’s heart has been through many things but never experienced true love. That all changes when he meets Even Bech Næsheim.

Something Wicked by Sabeley ★ Summary: uni!au; Attention residents: This Halloween will be one to die for. For the next four weeks, Nissen Hall will be taking part in a role-play murder mystery extravaganza. Do you think you can figure out whodunnit before time runs out? Or will you be the next to die? All interested victims can sign up below. Or the one where Isak and Even are each convinced the other is a fake murderer, but they are for real turned on by it anyways.

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Guess he wants to play (a love game) by diamondjacket ★ Summary: sports!au; He’s reverted to his previous task of lacing up his shoes when Even walks through the locker room door, practice bag slung over his shoulder and a heartbreakingly weary look on his face. By all accounts, he looks like shit. Doesn’t stop Isak from wanting to climb him like a fucking oak tree, unfortunately. * Or: A professional tennis AU.

Benefits by bri_ness Summary: friends with benefits!au, coffee shop!au & co-workers!au; Isak and Even explore the benefits of their relationship.

the truth about my disguise by mikaeloboukhal Summary: childhood friends!au; Since the day Isak was seven and stepped into Even’s room, they had always been best friends. Isak doesn’t think that’ll ever change. Or, the AU where Isak and Even are childhood best friends and that’s the only thing Isak is completely sure of in his life.

Can you feel the Love tonight? by skambition ★ ✓ Summary: festival!au; When Even let his gaze scan the masses, he caught a pair of green eyes staring at him shamelessly. Even raised an eyebrow, before looking the guy up and down. He was tall, even though not as tall as Even, had a really good looking body, slim and firm and defined in all the right places. He was wearing a grey snapback, and Even saw the blond curls spill out from underneath it. Fuck. The guy continued to stare at him, now with a smirk on his face, and Even couldn’t really look away anymore.

The Bucket List by Skamaxis Summary: Isak had a bucket list. A sex bucket list where he wrote all the places he wanted Even to fuck him. It was a silly list that he wrote while bored at work one day, and he thought nothing of it. Until Even found it.

family by cammm Summary: Even and Isak are married. But something feels like it’s missing from their lives. Something only a baby can fix. Or, in other words… Evak adopts a baby!

We Don’t Need to Whisper by ughasifxclueless ✓ Summary: Isak Valtersen is a new teacher at Bekkulaget with an embarrassing crush on the Head of Upper Juniors, Even Bech Naesheim. His mentor, Christoffer, is constantly winding him up and Isak’s beginning to doubt if teaching is for him.

a careful hypothesis of the heart by StMisery ★ Summary: Hate to Love!au & co-workers!au; "The boss’ fucking son got the job. Out of a pool of dedicated applicants. You can’t just deny nepotism like that,” he said. “I’m Isak, by the way. I didn’t catch your name?” Leaning against the metal banister in the elevator, the other man was the picture of calm. “I’m the boss’ fucking son,” he said. * Isak and Even don’t start out on the best of terms. Isak had been waiting nearly a year for the position of researcher to open up again. If he got it, he’d be working his dream job within one of the best biotechnology companies in the world. He applied for the position, heart in his throat, only to be passed over for the new recruit. When he discovered the new hire was also the son of the CEO, well, that was an unforgivable offense.

Lovesick by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Even is absolutely not making up excuses to take his daughter to see the hot new pediatrician. (Except he totally is.) * Or 5 times Even’s daughter wasn’t actually sick and 1 time she was.

Relapse by queerwriterbee Summary: film industry!au; Isak Valtersen is an up and coming actor from Norway who has just broken into the Hollywood film industry. He’s confident in his skills and his ability to handle the image he has to portray in the spotlight– fame has it’s prices, and as far as Isak’s concerned, it’s worth it to do what he loves. That is until he gets a part in an edgy new film– written and directed by the notorious Noora Saetre–with first time actor Even Bech Naesheim as his romantic opposite. Isak thought he could handle forcing himself to live life as the charming, straight actor the world wants him to be– but, how can he ignore a connection as strong and as natural as this? * A film industry AU in which Even and Isak find each other on the set of a movie and fall deeply, tumultuously in love.

Vivid in Black and White by Fxckxxp ★ Summary: fake dating!au; In a Hei Briskeby video prank taken too far, Isak meets Even for the first time down on one knee—asking for his hand in marriage.

all i wanna do is be near by hippopotamus Summary: friends with benefits!au; They’d been friends, back at Nissen. Just friends, both wanting more but neither admitting it until it was too late.Two years on, Even keeps coming back to Oslo, back to Isak, though he can’t ever stay more than a few days. A relationship isn’t worth the distance between them most of the time, but at least they can pretend while he’s here. Or, 5 times Even only stays the night, and one time, who knows?

Nobody Loves Me Like You by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: childhood friends!au & uni!au; “I’m Isak’s best friend,” said Even, almost glaring at Jakob. “Well, like best bud. Like we’ve known each other our whole lives,” Isak added nervously. But then Even downed his sixth or seventh drink and leaned across the table. “We might have known each other our whole lives, but I’d fuck you if you asked.” Or Isak and Even are childhood friends who enjoy ruining each other’s chances with exactly everyone else, rewatching the same movies, taking care of each other, and pretending they’re not in love.

we’ve made it this far, kid by everythingislove (narrylife) ★ Summary: The kollektiv had been Jonas’s idea. It was originally part of their plan to conquer the world as they went off to university together—the ultimate bachelor pad with a spare bedroom for hook-ups and a surplus supply of condoms available at any time. It took the death of Isak’s sister to change all of that. Their spare room was converted into a football paradise, every door and cupboard childproofed and any alcohol securely locked away, and in moved five-year-old Felix Valtersen. With four equally irresponsible and clueless uncles looking after him, he’s bound to turn out okay… right? * Or: the one where Isak is just trying to raise his nephew as best he can with the help of his best friends. He doesn’t expect to fall for Felix’s gorgeous football coach along the way.

Always been yours by candysky ★ Summary: Isak and Even are best friends and nothing more. They are also oblivious fools who haven’t realized that they’re in love. Or 3 times their friends notice just how in love Isak and Even are and the one time they take it upon themselves to get them together.

take me as i am by argentae ✓ Summary: coffee shop!au & uni!au; He isn’t crushing, and nevertheless this guy has become a Problem, because whenever he’s on shift he’s made it increasingly difficult for Isak to really spend his time productively. Sure, he could just find another place to study but he likes the access to coffee here even though he actually kind of hates the bitterness of it and he’s just not going to let himself get swept aside because of this guy. In summary: Isak has been suffering. Terribly.

No Chance That I’m Leaving Here Without You On Me by plumclouds ✓ Summary: Isak might just be a cocky little shit. Even might just love it a little (read: a lot).

The trip to you by charlyflowers Summary: Hate to Love!au; Isak hates Even. He hates him with all his heart. What a pity the art class are coming also to the trip to Germany.

toilet bowl syphilis by thekardemomme ✓ Summary: Isak is drunk and crying in a bathroom stall in the middle of London when another Norwegian happens to walk in.

79 Percent by wyoheartsmusic ✓ Summary: fake dating!au; Isak helps Even out in a desperate situation.

Paint My Conscience Gold by EvenbechNeiheim ★ Summary: There’s always Isak, the boy in white and silver. And it’s easy, you see, it’s easy because he already has a road for him laid out. He has gotten his life, even when he hasn’t figured out how to live it. He’s never really broken a rule, never stepped out a foot away from his picket fence box despite the desire he has for it to splinter around him. And then there’s Even, the boy in black and gold. Who wrecks the picket fence box like a tornado, and promises to take Isak’s heart with it.

I Think I Wanna Marry You by mondayblues Summary: fake dating!au; Even’s sister is getting married and Even doesn’t have a date, despite him assuring his mum that he does. He turns to Twitter in hopes of finding someone willing to go with him. What happens when a young man, by the name of Isak, agrees to go with him? Could it be love? Or just another person for Even to pin all of his hope onto? (Or the parallel universe in which Isak replies to a tweet that lands him a ‘date’ with Even.)

Alphabet Aerobics by nofeartina ★ Summary: It starts with something Magnus says. Because of course it does.“I bet you two have the most adventurous sex,” he says and looks at Isak with stars in his eyes. Do they really? Isak’s suddenly not so sure. Or the one where Isak makes them explore sex using the letters of the alphabet.

all I see is you by littlemovie (Lejla) ✓ Summary: coffee shop!au; “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m a bad person?” Isak somehow whined and demanded at the same time.Jonas blew out a breath in amusement, which made the dark curls on his forehead move with his breath. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that guy, Even, from the coffeeshop?” Isak nodded his head pathetically. Or, in which Isak pines and Jonas has had enough.

Loving With A Little Twist by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ ✓ Summary: If someone had asked Isak three years ago how he would be spending his Friday night, he absolutely would have answered: out with the boys, getting smashed, and pretending to be into the girls that threw themselves at him (although he wouldn’t have seen it as pretending back then). Never in a million years would he have answered: lying in bed with his boxers tugged down to around his ankles, his hand and stomach smeared with come- all from watching a cam show- a boy’s cam show, no less. Or the one where Even’s a camboy and Isak just wants to study.

Next to you, is where I call home by LostInAdmiration ★ Summary: childhood friends!au; “Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak.Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him. (When Isak had admitted that a few years later, Even had insisted it was fate, that they were destined to be best friends. Isak just argued that he was a good judge of character.)

tender (is the night) by kittpurrson Summary: soulmates!au; His whole body aches, like he’s regrown his limbs overnight, stretched out muscles he never knew he had.Isak knows, in that moment, that his life has just been turned upside down. “You bonded,” Even’s girlfriend confirms, and the pity in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Try not to move.” * The one where Isak and Even accidentally soulbond.

I don’t even know your name by skamdeg (hamilfish) Summary: uni!au; The pretty boy from across the street is there, making a coffee. He’s got the fancy machine that you can steam milk with and he looks like he knows how to use it. It’s a little hot, if he’s completely honest. The boy looks up and grins at Isak, smile brighter than he’s ever seen before. Isak doesn’t know if it’s because he’s drunk but he feels fuzzy inside.

The Right Destination by AifaSkam Summary: “And let me guess, you’re not great at first meetings?” “I’m sorry. My mind was somewhere else.” “Well, sorry for bringing it back here.“ The guy says and extends his hand. “I’m Even.”

Face First by LinksLipsSinkShips Summary: Isak’s blackout drunk and has an unorthodox way of meeting Even.

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deliverydefresas · 7 years ago

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we push and pull like a magnet do

look at me forcing myself to stay on schedule lmao. not even close to proofread but y’all know that already.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

au: famous!simón meets college!ámbar

“It wasn’t a date.”

“It was.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It so was!”

“For the last time, it wasn’t a date!”

“Honey, he invited you for coffee, paid for your food, you both asked personal questions, he gave you a ride home… he freaking met your mom! It screams date. With capital d.”

Ámbar scoffed. “Freaking? What, you stopped cursing now?”

“I’m trying to quit; I almost said ‘fuck’ when my I.L. teacher asked me a question yesterday, he gave me the death glare and I thought for sure the vein in his forehead would pop and cover me in blood.” Emilia paused, “dammit, you’re a bad influence, I was doing so good.”

She raised her brow, “I’m not in charge of what you say, you idiot.”

“But you encourage me to curse, like the wicked witch you are.” She flipped her off, then. Emilia just puckered her lips up, sending her a kiss. “Anyway, your distraction ends now, stop swimming in your river and accept it; you and pinkboi went on a date.”

“My river?”

“Y’know, the Nile? Denial.”

“Hilarious.” She deadpanned.

“I would slay as a comedian.”

Ámbar decided she’d ignore her best friend for the rest of their lunch. It’d been almost three weeks and Emilia still hadn’t dropped the subject. So, what if it sounded like she had a date? Ámbar had very clear that it hadn’t been one, and she was sure Simón knew it too. Besides, she didn’t like him. Sure, they had fun, and sure, he wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d expected; but never, not once, did it cross her mind to see it as anything but an interview.

Which, by the way, had broken records on the Fab & Chic. Jazmín and Delfi hadn’t been happy at first that she’d gone solo and met Simón on her own, or that it’d been her who he gave the exclusive (that she didn’t know it was an exclusive in the first place) about the band nearly splitting up years ago; but the exposure (and money) other media and fans had given the blog in the last two weeks was more than enough to shut their mouths and be appreciative of it. Thanks to it, Jazmín and Delfi had been offered internships on two of the best magazines in the city, and a potential place for a future job to start their careers.

Ámbar, however, got enough money to pay next semester’s scholarship without her mom’s help. Maybe two more if she worked a summer job, and her dad sent her allowance on time; which he most likely would, since he didn’t have to pay two months of his little brother’s school.

She had thought of sending Simón an e-mail to thank him, or maybe even a card; but decided against it since the dude was, well, famous, and probably received thousands of those daily. The chances of him reading it were slim to none, and most likely than not, it’d go to junk-mail.

Plus, Simón really didn’t strike him as someone who read his e-mails.

“- Mrs. Álvarez.” Emilia caught her attention. “Ha! You responded to that! You must be thinking of marrying that dude and picking your children’s names and everything!”

She glared at her. “It was just a coincidence I tuned into your delirious words when you said it.”

“Nah-uh. Tell me, are you marrying in white? Beige? Are you changing your name to his? Will you have a girl or a boy first? It’s totally a girl, isn’t it?”

“We don’t change names here!” Her best friend ignored her, continuing her ranting.

“I can totally see it. A girl, with fake blonde hair, his curls, your face and his dimples; hopefully with his butt because, no offense, but yours is none-existing.”

“Are you sexualizing my hypothetic child?” Again, she was ignored.

“You should name her after me because I’m awesome. Think about it: Emilia Álvarez Smith. Oh, or maybe like that Mean Girls girl. Huh, Regina Álvarez Smith doesn’t sound that nice, forget I said that. What about a stuck up, bitchy girl? I had this classmate in México and she sucked. Her name was M-”

“Stop naming my non-existing daughter!”

“I’m sure pinkboi would love my names, no worries.”

“Then you have kids with him!”

“I have Benny already, and no offense, but he’s hotter than your boy.”

“You’re an idiot and I hate you a lot right now.”

Emilia smirked. “Now, now, don’t bring out the claws just because you wish your boy was hot like mine.”

Before she could retort with a sarcastic answer like she wanted, her phone vibrated on the table. Seeing Jazmín’s name on the screen threw her off; because she never called unless she needed Ámbar to do something for her and the blog.

“Hello?”

“Can I give your number to Simón?” As usual, the redhead never disappointed with her greetings.

“What?” Emilia arched her brow, silently asking who it was. When she mouthed Jazmín, her friend pretended to gag; she just rolled her eyes at her antics.

Jazmín’s sigh of annoyance was heard through the phone. “He e-mailed the Fab and Chic asking for your number. I’m asking you if I can give it to him since you’d probably kick my ass if I just gave it to him without warning.”

She would. “How are you sure it’s him? Does the guy even use his e-mail?” At this point, the other blonde was gesturing wildly to turn on the speaker. Ámbar just flipped her off.

“I e-mailed his agent and he confirmed it was his personal account.”

What did that guy want, now?

“Fine. But if I’m kidnapped or something it’s on you.”

Jazmín just hung op on her. She had been bitter two weeks ago, and she probably still was. Simón was her celebrity crush, and she was the biggest Rollerband fan she knew of; buttchin trying to contact her specifically must’ve been salt on her wounded pride. Not like she actually cared, but the boy wasn’t some thing, he was someone and Jazmín couldn’t call dibs on him like it was her property.

But, again, she didn’t like him. She just cared for his right to not be objectified.

“Well, goodbye to you too.” She muttered before locking her phone and putting it away on the table.

“What did gingerbread want now?” Emilia asked eagerly.

“Buttchin e-mailed the Fab & Chic and asked for my number. She was just asking if she could give it to him.”

The gasp that came out from her friend’s mouth should be illegal. The girl actually shrieked, “I told you! I fucking told you so! He liiiiiikes you!”

By now, half the lunch counter was glaring at them. “Would you shut up?” She hissed, “he doesn’t like me. He’s probably asking because the idiot forgot to ask for his beanie back.”

“Yeah, right. You seriously buy that bullshit? The dude is probably naming your kids right now.”

“What’s with you and thinking people are naming their kids?”

“Benny and I have. We’re naming one Bernardo and the other Esther.”

“Do you want your kids to be bullied?”

“My kids will be bad-asses, if anything they’ll bully.”

Sometimes Ámbar wondered why she was even friends with her.

She was relieved when she got home. Her classes had gone smoothly, and the workload had been reasonable; but Emilia’s teasing had hit a nerve on her that made her unable to turn off the topic in her mind.

She just wanted a shower, ice cream and a nap. Ámbar knew herself enough to accept that trying to do any work in that moment would be pointless and a sure headache.

Her bed was calling her.

And, according to her vibrating bag, so was someone on her phone. It was a blocked number, so she just let it go to voicemail and went to take a shower; if it was anything important they’d leave a message or something.

When she got out, she had ten unread texts.

Hey Ámbar, it’s simón

As in, Simón Álvarez

From the Rollerban

*Rollerband

I asked Jazmín for your # and she gave it to me, she told me she told you?

If you’re not ambar ignore these messages

I’m not actually simón from the rb

If you are tho please text me back

Or call me

Or something?

“He’s such a weirdo.” She muttered to herself, before texting a simple ‘it’s me.’ It only took seconds before he responded.

Can I call you?

He called her anyway.

“I told you no, buttchin.”

Simón didn’t seem to mind her greeting, as he sounded more amused that anything. “Then why did you pick up?” She didn’t answer, which only made him chuckle. “Sorry, but I really needed to confirm this was your number. It’s not like I don’t trust Jazmín but…”

“She hates me?”

“… It sounded like that, yes.”

She sighed. “She doesn’t. I think she’s just jealous you didn’t ask for her number.”

“Well, she’s not the one who stole my beanie. I have no reason to call her.”

“I didn’t steal it. You forgot to ask for it and I forgot to return it.”

“Sounds like stealing to me.”

“Do you want me to mail it to you or something?”

“Or something.”

“Well that surely tells me what you want to.”

He chuckled again. “One of my friends goes to your uni, and they offered to pick it up for me; if that works for you I can tell them to meet you in your faculty.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for you to come to my house?”

“As much as I liked your mom’s food and having dinner with you, I can’t. The boys and I are actually out of the country right now, that’s why I couldn’t contact you earlier.”

She was surprised when she felt a wave of disappointment course through her body. Did she want to see him again? Well, yes. But she knew she didn’t need to, and she was obviously not going to ask him to wait until he was back in Buenos Aires. Her pride was bigger than that.

“Then sure. Just tell me when and I’ll bring it over.”

“Awesome! Do you have free time tomorrow?”

She nodded, even if he couldn’t see her. “I have a couple minutes before my noon class. If they can meet me at 11:50 in the square, I’ll be waiting by the fountain.”

“11:50, square, fountain; got it. I’ll text them and confirm it later, alright?” She shrugged it off with an ‘okay’. “So, how are you? How were your classes?” Ámbar smiled.

He stalled their goodbye’s for another hour, promising to call her tomorrow after uni to see if everything had gone alright.

She didn’t do any work that afternoon, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that much.

The next morning, she was next to Emilia with the beanie on her hand; waiting for whoever Simón had sent, and just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Out of everyone is this world, she really wasn’t expecting to her there.

“Da-amn.” Emilia whispered as Luna walked their way, the brunette’s grin as bright as the sun. Ámbar forced herself to smile back.

Only Simón would send her ex’s actual girlfriend to pick up his stupid hat.

#soy luna #simbar #simón álvarez #ámbar smith #simbar ff #my simbar ff #sl ff #my sl ff #mine #this is shorter than i'd like but wcyd #sofy

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greybat · 7 years ago

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Fire & Leeches - Ch. 5

Summary: Modern!AU (with magic.) Xixa is… well, not really enjoying but not hating a night out with Asra at one of Vesuvia’s famed clubs. However, her curiosity and interest become piqued when a particular band takes the stage.

Chapter Summary: Julian and Muriel visit Xixa at her shoppe. Death comes to visit.

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“Is Asra here?” Muriel asked, his voice deep and gentle. Julian didn’t meet Xixa’s eyes as she turned curious eyes on him. Internally, he cursed Muriel for being so forthright. Couldn’t he have handled this a little more discreetly?

She looked between the two of them, before shaking her head. Faintly, she wondered if Julian would bolt if she muttered an affirmative answer. “No, he left a few days ago. There’s a metaphysics convention somewhere up north.”

Muriel turned toward Julian, a slightly put-out edge to his voice, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, can you manage?”

The flush finally crawled over Julian’s cheeks, feeling like he had been reprimanded for being childish. Of course, he couldn’t blame Muriel’s irritation. His friend – too – had to listen to the redhead bemoan and pine over his phone for the last couple weeks, waiting for a text from Xixa. Still, Julian puffed up a little in irritation, but nodded. Muriel, satisfied with Julian’s wordless reply, wandered off toward the books, stopping to scrutinize a wolf statue on the way.

Xixa and Julian stood by the front door, awkwardly. Neither knowing where to look. Xixa had gathered, from the exchange between the two, that Julian held apprehensions over seeing Asra. Or maybe being seen by the magician? It boiled down to the same thing, regardless.

“So,” Xixa pressed her lips together, not entirely sure how to start a sudden conversation. It was easier with alcohol. She fell back into her salesperson routine, “Are you looking for anything, in particular?”

“You, to be perfectly honest.”

“Oh,” A flare of heat crawled down the back of her neck. Xixa’s mind scrabbled for a witty retort and simply landed on, “Um, so the scrubs?”

He glanced down at his uniform. After a moment’s debate, Julian decided on his answer. “I work at the hospital. Remember?”

Xixa fingered through her memories of that night. All the things said, all the feelings. She suppressed a shudder, thinking of the touches shared, and found the words she sought, “Oh, right, your morgue connections and the hearse.”

“Not as entertaining now that you’re sober, is it?” This was something Julian feared. If all of her amusement at the Garden had been assisted with inebriation. Right now, he could use a drink.

“I wouldn’t say that,” she flashed a slight smile. Her eyes took on a mischievous glint as she trailed her gaze down him. “I have many of the same opinions from that night.”

This time, the flash of heat went down Julian’s body. He averted his eye as a flush crept over his cheeks, finding his gaze trailing toward the collection of tarot cards. On impulse, he said, “So, do you do readings?”

“Allegedly, I’m the best diviner in the city. Next to Asra, but he’s hardly around, so…” Xixa finished her commentary with a shrug. As if to say, ‘it doesn’t really matter.’ In truth, it didn’t really to her. Even when she gave readings, more than half of her clients were first-timers who didn’t listen. The rest listened to her a little too intently. Xixa had to establish a one reading per day rule, otherwise people were calling her up, asking her what they should order at Le Restaurant or what channel they should watch for optimum entertainment.

“Read my cards?” Julian turned his gaze toward Xixa. Only a handful of fortunetellers and witches had ever read his cards. To be honest, he was left less than impressed. Except for when Asra had done it. Julian caught Xixa’s gaze flickering to his companion with uncertainty. Following her gaze, he waved her worries away. “Muriel will be fine.”

Apprehension licked at Xixa’s mind, though. Usually, she scheduled readings for preparation. The day had been slow, but leaving Muriel to the front meant potential customers may wander in and maybe even ask him questions. She could just lock the door, but then she missed window shoppers.

The way Julian watched her, a mixture of challenge and yearning, in his eye forced Xixa’s hand, though.

“All right, follow me.” She led the way through a curtained doorway, into the back room. Compared to the front, this room had been decorated for atmosphere. A single table sat in the middle of the room, draped in a tablecloth. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, swathed in sheer draperies that seemed to be born from the walls. A squat bookshelf held Xixa’s preferred methods of divining: tarot and oracle cards or, if the mood struck her, her crystal ball. On a lower shelf, bags of runes and a case that held her pendulums sat, a little dustier. On the very top of the bookshelf, an incense burner sat next to several scents.

Julian inhaled sharply, remembering this room. Memories of when it looked different, of coming back here with the magician, ticked at his brain. Xixa didn’t seem to notice his reaction as she bent down to go through a rather extensive shelve of tarot cards.

Out of habit, Xixa reached for her most commonly used deck. However, she paused. Her first deck, and the most used, was a deck from Asra. Would Julian recognize it? Xixa didn’t want to chance upsetting him. Her fingertips skimmed over the cards, landing on a group that tugged at her energies.

As she sat down at the table, shuffling the cards in hand to charge them with her energies, she eyed Julian. He had taken a seat at the table, as to be expected. He lounged in the chair across from her, the scrubs clashing with his almost cavalier attitude. Though he seemed at ease, his eye watched her with an almost nervous intensity. Clearing her throat, Xixa managed to ask, “What would you like to ask the cards?”

“Uh…” Shit, he hadn’t really put much thought into that. “How’s the rest of my year going to go?”

Xixa tried to keep herself from wincing. It was a go-to “simple” question for the cards, from the eyes of someone unfamiliar with tarot reading. She found it so much harder, though, than simply asking what the day, week, or – at most – the month held in store. A year? It just seemed to strain the cards and herself. But, she focused her energy and shuffled the cards, gently.

She waited until her fingertips itched with energy. Flipping over a card, she quietly prayed it wasn’t ‘Lovers.’ She wasn’t going to keep a straight face if it was that card. Sometimes, this deck liked to tease her.

“Death.”

Okay, cards, let’s not go completely the other way.

The two stared at Death, Julian with obviously more apprehension. He shifted in his seat, lips twisted into a frown. “So, I suppose I should start divvying up my estate?”

“It doesn’t mean it like that.” Xixa sighed. People tended to freak out when Death came calling in the cards. Picking up the Death card, she closed her eyes and focused, trying to find the best words for this particular situation. “It’s circumstantial and Death isn’t saying you’ll die. It’s about the metaphorical death of situations and feelings. Though, I can’t guarantee it won’t be painful, you’ll finally put some a big issue – or multiple issues – to rest. And then you can move on.”

When she opened her eyes, Julian’s heavy gaze studied the table cloth. Though she couldn’t see his eye, she could feel an inner struggle radiating from him.

“I actually like the Death card, to be honest.” Xixa laid the card down gently, garnering Julian’s attention. Her gaze traced the image on the familiar card. The card depicted a figure in profile, shrouded in a black cloak or coat. It wore a beak-like mask, carrying a bag in one hand and an iconic scythe in the other. Behind the figure, a cascade of glowing blue flowers, in various states of bloom, trailed after their feet. Meanwhile before them, silhouettes of sickly trees stretched before them. “Shucking old pains, overcoming, heading off into a new life, so to speak. It starts with the death of an old situation that may be problematic or simply not ideal for you.”

Sudden weight on the table made Xixa look. Julian leaned his elbow on the table, chin cupped in his hand and a masked look in his eye. His gaze fell down to the card, studying the image. “You know, plague doctors were awful human beings?”

“Oh?”

“They did all sorts of nasty things to their patients. Blood-letting, leeches, baking mercury-coated patients in an oven are just a few examples.” His other hand counted off the transgressions, before curling in on itself. “A lot of them had never been through any sort of medical training, either. Fakes.”

“I see,” Xixa smiled, slightly narrowing her eyes. Intuition was telling her Julian’s feelings were of a more personal nature, warping plague doctors into something closer to home. What the truth was, Xixa wasn’t sure. “I’m sure some were trying their best, though. To keep patients alive and well.”

Julian let out a bark of laughter, rough and loud. And none too funny. It was bitter and, to Xixa, sounded a bit self-deprecating.

Tentatively, she decided to poke at the negative energy surrounding Julian. “You seem to be in a bad mood.”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, gaze drawing away from her.

Xixa slipped the Death card back into the deck and shuffled them. It kept her hands busy. “In my experience, my clients talking about how the reading makes them feel gives me more insight.”

Julian heaved a sigh. “It’s just so vague and there’s so many situations that could end. My job at the hospital, for starters, stresses me out. Long hours, long nights, little appreciation. Then there’s the band and general inner turmoil things. And then there’s-” Julian stopped short. He had almost spat out ‘you and Asra’ to Xixa’s face. A flush clawed across his face.

“And then there’s…?”

Something about Xixa’s soft tone drew the word from his lips. “You. You’re Asra’s… something and you could be screwing with me and you didn’t even text me… Ugh!” Julian sharply leaned back in his chair, covering his eye with his hand. The chair creaked under his weight and sudden position shift. “I’m sounding like a teenager. Maybe, I shouldn’t have even come here.”

There was a beat of silence between them. Xixa’s eyes wide, not quite caught off-guard by Julian’s words – since she had shared some of the thoughts – but still surprised. Realizing the situation, soft laughter started to fall from her lips. This was like an awful romantic comedy; both being too awkward or uncertain to text back? Worries about Asra’s connection – past and present – to each other?

Julian bristled as soon as she started snickering, one word echoing in his thoughts: Leave. Suddenly, he pushed away from the table and started for the exit. The witch scurried from the table, blocking his exit and holding up her hands. Julian stopped just as her hands pressed against his chest, sending gentle tingles down his abdomen.

“Those weren’t aimed at you,” she gasped, trying to swallow down more laughter. To her, hearing Julian actually talk to her about things made her somehow giddy. Living with Asra, she had forgotten how nice it was to have someone she cared about confide in her. Or suddenly bombard her with personal feelings. Plus, knowing he wanted to text, but was waiting for her, tickled at something in her. “Well, I mean, they kind of were, but also at myself.”

Julian stared down at her, face flushed and uncomprehending. He looked unsure and almost wary. Xixa hadn’t forgotten his worries over her connection to Asra. How many obnoxious movies and stories involved an ex getting revenge on another ex through a third party?

“I wanted to text you, but with all the past stuff between you and Asra, I thought I should give you the opportunity to text first.” Xixa started explaining, her hands drifting from his chest when she was sure he wasn’t going to dart off. “Plus, there had been drinking that night and…” Xixa’s words trailed off, face flushing as she remembered Julian writhing against the brick wall, “otherthings that happened and I wasn’t sure if you even wanted to talk to me, again.”

As her rambling died down, Xixa’s gaze flickered toward the floor. She suddenly felt very juvenile and vulnerable. Julian stared at her, surprised at her own personal confession. Asra had been… difficult for him. And the following dalliances had been brief distractions, one after the other; sometimes repeated.

Her imagination wouldn’t abandon the image of Julian writhing in the alleyway, though. It kept creeping up in Xixa’s mind. A tingling blush bit at her cheeks. She bit the inside of her cheek, unable to bring her eyes to him. The witch wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do, completely sober, with that image flaring through her brain.

Apparently, Julian had his own ideas. His palms brushed the sides of her face, fingers burying into her hair, and tilting Xixa’s face up toward him. The kiss came on fast, but gentle. Soft touch of lips on lips, eyes fluttering shut, heat rising. A trace of neediness slipped into the kiss, drawing the two closer together.

#the arcana game #thearcanagame #julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #my writing

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ava-rosier · 7 years ago

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Mr Right Swipe (preview)

IDK how I feel about this rough, rough draft. I just think I had a video of this concept playing in my head, but the style of what I’ve written kinda clashes with that video? Anyways, I’m probably going to hardcore regret putting up this version, but whatever. Have a peek at my modern AU Jonsa fic with supernatural creatures and Tinder.

Rated Explicit for mentions of exuberant dicks and butt stuff.

His nose itched.

That was the thing that dragged Jon from the murky depths of unconsciousness. He'd had no dreams, which, for his kind, was unusual enough to alarm him. He reached up to scratch the side of his nose, only to come up short. Frowning, he blinked his eyes faster to clear his vision as he simultaneously checked the status of the rest of his limbs and grasped at the frayed threads of his memory in an attempt to figure out what in all seven hells had happened the night before.

In quick succession he came to the following conclusions:

One: both his wrists and his ankles were currently bound by manacles to an ornate and black-painted bed frame. Two: from the darkness outside the window it wasn't properly morning yet- an old-fashioned pendulum clock in the far corner declared it just after one. Three: he was starkers, with not even a measly fitted sheet to cover his hips. Four....four was...oh yeah: hadn't he gone on another Tinder date earlier that night?

As if summoned by the clanging of metal, a redheaded woman strolled into the bedroom, humming softly and holding a tray in her hands. Her hair, which in the dim light of her profile picture had appeared dark brown, was actually a dark red that, if she weren't a witch, he would think unnatural. So much for avoiding redheads after Ros and Ygritte, neither of whom had appreciated his stockpiling of kitchen devices.

Melisandre was in her mid-thirties (maybe) and that had been part of the reason Jon swiped right on her- he was looking for something serious and so was she. Though it was becoming increasingly evident she might have a different definition of 'serious' than he did. They'd met at a trendy restaurant with some kind of postmodern approach to food, which pretty much meant Deconstruct Everything. The food had sucked and Melisandre had waxed philosophical on every damn subject.

Jon hated philosophy- he'd barely passed the 100-level course back in undergrad. But the combination of his frustration with the dating scene and the lousy food had driven him to drink too much. Hence why he'd gone back to Melisandre's place with her and drank even more... Based on the pounding headache he had, the residual sluggishness in his limbs, and the way his heart raced, Jon would hazard a guess he'd been slipped some kind of drug in the wine she'd given him.

“Uh...if you wanted to do bondage play, you could've asked me, you know?” He said, trying to sound nonchalant and not at all like a prey in a hunter's crosshairs. He shook one arm, making the chains rattle. She had definitely been coming onto him earlier and even though Jon had no intentions of going on another date with her again, he- like the damned masochist he was- was down for a fuck, especially one with a woman whose body language said she knew what she wanted.

Melisandre frowned. “You weren't supposed to wake up this quickly. I must have made a mistake in the calculations.” She set down the tray and now Jon could see that instead of food, or even sex toys, the tray held an array of apothecary ingredients.

He was never using Tinder again.

“Wait, wait, hold up!” He called out when Melisandre turned to go, probably to check out said calculations and maybe knock him out again. She paused and turned back. “Just what were you planning on doing with me?” He definitely sounded more than a little panicked then.

“Your dragonseed would be the perfect contribution to a spell I devised to create a shadow baby,” she stated simply, as if that were all the information he would need.

“...say what?”

Clearly she had Googled him. That was the only explanation. Melisandre must have looked him up and figured out he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen. However, he decided not to correct her on his species classification. Yes, his father was dragonkind, that much was true. But Jon had taken after his mother's side of the family, who were werewolves. And thank the fucking gods, both old and new, that he had. Especially now.

Melisandre smiled, her blood-red lipstick giving her a terrible sort of beauty. “You are flame and I am shadow- together we could create the most perfect, powerful child who isn't bound to the physics of this realm.” Her chest rose and fell as she delivered what had to be the worst elevator pitch Jon had ever heard. “Alas, it won't work if I've made a mistake in the calculations, which I must go check right now. It wouldn't do to have you awake during the weaving of the spell,” her lips turned down in a pouty moue. “All that thrashing around in agony might prevent the reception of your seed.”

The recep- his seed- no, just no. No. Fucking. Way.

Jon watched her waltz out of the room, mouth agape for all of five seconds before he yanked with all his strength on the manacles. A dragon-shifter in human form was no stronger or faster than the average human. A werewolf, on the other hand, could call upon greater strength as well as sharper senses. Melisandre had probably coated the manacles in some kind of specific inhibition spell to prevent her dragonkind victim from shifting and breaking the metal.

It took several tries before Jon tore the pillars out of the bed-frame and, nose open, started to track down his belongings. Mercifully, she had left his clothing, wallet, and phone on a chair in the corner. He didn't even bother to redress and instead clutched the bundle to his chest before taking a running leap through what turned out to be a second-floor window. Broken glass rained down onto the lawn as his ankles took the brunt of his momentum and weight. The cuts would heal, though he really hoped none of the drunk undergrads staring at him and his wildly-swinging cock with wide eyes from their position on the sidewalk would end up being in one of the classes he TA'd for.

He was definitely never, ever using Tinder again. No more redheads. No more witches. No more redheaded witches.

This is absolutely the last time I use that bloody app!

“Teach me your ways. I'm ready.”

Sansa's proclamation was met with silence from the other four women sat in a corner of VinTerAge, one of their favorite nighttime haunts. Their table was a veritable littoral drift of empty glasses as well as the half-full ones they were currently nursing.

Margaery and Myranda turned to stare wide-eyed at each other, fists vibrating in the air as they emitted twin squeals.

“Is she asking what I think she's asking?” The first asked the latter in a stage whisper.

“I think she is!” Myranda gasped. “The blessed day has come!”

They fake sobbed together.

Sansa sighed and stacked her arms on top of the table, watching her friends' antics with pursed lips. “Are you two done?”

“I doubt they're done, but I'm lost,” Missandei interjected, frowning at Myranda and Margaery's histronics. Sansa could practically see the linguist in her struggling to parse some meaning from the context of their outburst.

The final woman at their table, both older and taller than the rest of them, raised a single eyebrow, her attention sufficiently torn away from the conversation she'd been having via thumbs on her phone. “Don't ask. You'll probably regret knowing the answer to that question.”

Sansa had met Brienne when the other woman had been the TA in her 'Chivalry In The Age of the Five Kings and Three Queens' course and the two had struck up a friendship after the term was over and Sansa had expressed an interest in continuing on for her Master's after she finished undergrad. Missandei she had met in a Valyrian language course, and by the time they'd been reunited in 'The Old Tongue in Literature' and 'Rhoynish Branch Languages', they were fast friends. Sansa was well aware that there was a division between the two women and her other friends, Margaery and Myranda, who were a great deal more caustic and free-spirited. But they were all here for her, which she appreciated.

For Brienne and Missandei's benefits, she explained: “I've decided I'm done looking for love. Right now, I just want to get laid. Forget commitment, I’m in the market for multiple orgasms.”

(“YAS QUEEN!” Myranda mock-sobbed.)

“Look, I don't even care if we're being OTT,” Margaery declared, flipping the long, expertly-blown honey brown layers of her hair over her shoulder as she directed her next comment to the confused women. “You have no idea how long we've waited for this one to develop her Inner Hoe.”

“I'm sure you mean well, but that sounds terribly speciest, and chock full of stereotyping,” Brienne argued, sitting up straighter in her seat.

Sansa stabbed her straw into the slush of her lemonade margarita, well aware of the plethora of issues she had with sex and sexuality. She didn't have to be a shrink to know said issues were rooted in the fact she was a sex witch.

Myranda ignored the tension between Brienne and Margaery, grinning at Sansa as she rooted around in the massive, ridiculously expensive handbag she'd gotten as a gift from one of her sugar daddies. “Don't worry, sweetie, we'll find you plenty of willing victims in no time.” She pulled out her phone and began tapping at the keys.

Sansa groaned. “For the hundredth time, Randa, I don't suck men's life force out through their dicks! I'm not a succubus- totally different classification.” For good measure, she took a deep breath before adding, “And besides, if Marg is still alive and talking after that one time we had sex, I think you're well aware of this.”

She shared a commiserative smirk with her oldest friend in the city.

First things first: Sansa Stark wasn't a nymphomaniac. She wanted to be clear on that. Not that she had any problem with women who enjoyed sex frequently and in varied forms. It was just that she was the tiniest bit oversensitive to people assuming she had a pathological addiction to sex simply because she was a witch who used sexual magic. People tended to get weird about it- there were no shortage of stereotypes and assumptions about 'sex witches'...namely that they would cheat on you and were uncontrollable nymphomaniacs.

Which made it harder for her to find someone long-term. That had been a difficult reality to come to terms with since Sansa's fantasies usually ran along the lines of vaguely erotic domestic scenes. Alas, despite her drastic attempts to suppress the source of her magic, her partners had a tendency to either be creeped out and want to put a quick end to things or they thought they'd be getting sex whenever they wanted like a 24/7 porn film.

It wasn't an overstatement to say that Sansa'd had lousy luck with romantic partners.

Almost as soon as her prepubescent body was awash in hormones, Sansa had been dreaming of falling in love with a gorgeous boy or girl who would give her flowers, take her out to dinner at the place for teenagers to be seen in Wintertown, and basically give her the fantasy of every teen romantic movie.

Then she’d turned sixteen and the urges started. At first, she’d dismissed them as the normal hormonal surges of a teenage girl. That had been before she climbed on top of Cley Cerwyn in the back of his new-used car and fucked him silly. That, while a lapse in judgment, in itself wouldn’t have been a problem. But he’d been passively-aggressively treating her like shit at dinner for going to a Model UN meeting instead of his hockey game, so when Sansa felt her body become downright electrified in the car, she’d lashed out at him with that power.

Having your first sexual encounter become a police matter and too much of the details known by your parents had been pretty awkward. At least she hadn’t killed him? Anyways. School had been downright unbearable after that, with Cley and his hockey buddies making sure she became a pariah. Robb had graduated the year before so he couldn't be there to threaten his former teammates into keeping their mouths shut.

What had followed was months of therapy to help her acclimate to the idea of being a witch that fed off of sexual energy. Frankly, Sansa thought her parents could have used those therapy sessions more than she did. Her father was a werewolf, as were three of her siblings. Only she and Bran took after their mother, a witch who drew her power from the water. None of them really understood Sansa.

But. Here she was in Oldtown, studying Westerosi History Before 500. Every so often she tried the relationship thing and got laid, using the energy for her magic. Which wasn't to say she had completely accepted this part of herself- that was a work in progress.

“Are you sure this is the approach you want to take?” Brienne asked her, concern etched into her forehead as she reached out to place a hand on Sansa's forearm. “Just because you ran into a few bad apples doesn't mean you should give up on the kind of love story you want.”

Before Sansa could reply, Margaery interjected: “To be fair, that's easy for you to say- you're mated to a lion-shifter who probably kisses the very ground you walk upon.”

This was a fair description- for all he was cynical and sarcastic, Jaime Lannister had never made any bones about how much he adored the human woman who was taller than he, wore her platinum hair short, and who faithfully clung to old-fashioned principles that he claimed to eschew. Yes, they sniped back and forth at one other, but Sansa shipped it. Hard.

Missandei exhaled before playing devil's advocate. “She has a point. I mean, besides Sansa, we're all getting frequent orgasms. Marg and Randa have a rotation of men-”

“-and a few women,” Margaery made sure to add.

“-and then there's you and I, who get quote, dicked on the regular, unquote.” She had a faraway look in her brown eyes. “Though to be fair, I'm lucky to have found a man who doesn't lead with his dick, but rather his mouth and fingers.”

Margaery's eyes flashed with interest. “Oooh, I feel like there's a fingerbanging story in there somewhere.”

“Does Grey excel at Sothoryosi kisses?” Myranda's eyebrows wraggled.

Sansa, however, was entirely absorbed in her abject envy. “Gods I do want that so bad. But Harry never even made me come.”

All cross-conversation screeched to a halt at the table. Sansa could've sworn the two middle-aged women at the next table were listening intently.

“WHAT?” Myranda and Missandei exclaimed.

“At all?” Margaery asked, brows furrowed as she tried to understand that concept.

Sansa shrugged. “Me rubbing my clit while doing all the work on top of him doesn't count.”

“That sheep's dung!” Brienne cursed.

“Look, in a perfect world I'd find someone who likes my bossiness, who wants to go on bookstore dates, and also eat me out at least twice a week, but this isn't a perfect world. So I thought you could give me some pointers and tomorrow night we could go out clubbing...why are you shaking your head at me like that?” she asked Missandei.

“My sweet girl, it's the tenth century. Modern women don't go to clubs to get laid, unless they're kink clubs, they-”

“And how would you know about kink clubs, Missy?” Margaery asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

Sansa resolutely ignored the interruption. “Who cares? Tell me, where do modern women go? I'll try anything.”

“I doubt you could understand the intricacies of rope-play or upending gender norms during sex, Margie.” Missandei took a slow sip of her wine.

“Is this a reference to pegging? Because I've drilled men up the ass, okay?” Margaery announced, her voice increasing in pitch towards the end of that sentence. Yep, the middle-aged ladies and the two men at the next table were definitely listening to them now.

Sansa felt the conversation getting away from her. Desperately, she tried tapping Missandei's arm to get her attention. “Missandei. Miss- just tell me-”

A snort came from Brienne. “Jaime practically handed me a strap-on harness our first time. That's nothing. You?” She turned to Myranda who nodded.

“Bitches, please. Do you have any idea how much money I've made off of men's intrinsic need to have their asses owned? So much, that's what.”

“TELL ME WHERE I CAN GET LAID!” Sansa all but screeched, causing conversation in the bar to come to a grinding halt. She gulped, cheeks flaming as all eyes swung to her. If there ever was a moment for the floor to open up and swallow her- this was it.

“Well, not here after that outburst, I can tell you.” Margaery pointed out, grinning at her friend's humiliation. Sansa gave her a withering glare.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Missandei rolled her eyes, turning back to Sansa, “you're not going to find what you want by grinding into the crotch of some sweaty freshman. What you need is to get on Tinder.”

“Tinder.” Sansa repeated dumbly.

“It's an app you download on your phone-” Myranda tried to explain.

“I know what Tinder is. But...I mean...isn't it full of gross guys sending you dick pics?”

[to be continued in some manner, shape, or form]

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