#boy meets world prompts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 198

Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 

But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 

So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 

He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 

Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 

Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 

His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 

“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 

Oh. 

He wasn’t human this time around. 

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

The anti ecto laws go into effect just before S2E2 “Doctors Disorders”. So when Danny’s entire class, including Sam and Tucker, becomes sick with ghost flu and start exhibiting ghost powers, the GIW swoop in and cart all the sick kids off to a GIW facility. They claim the kids are all ecto contaminated and therefore fall under the anti ecto laws! And the GIW aren’t concerned with trying to help the kids get better. Instead they’re experimenting on them. Danny knows he can’t get into the GIW facility to rescue them on his own without getting captured. So he does the only thing he can do, he goes to the Justice League for help.

The Justice League, and the Justice Dark are all together in the watchtower for a meeting when Danny shows up. He’s an absolute mess because his friends and classmates have all been taken by the GIW. And he latches onto the first person in the room that he sees. Which just so happens to be Batman. Now Batman has a sobbing hysterical ghost child clinging to him! Everyone is super confused. It takes them half an hour to calm Danny down enough that he can explain what the problem is.

When they find out about the anti ecto laws and what the GIW have done they are all horrified and pissed!! They immediately set out to rescue Danny’s classmates. And if they just so happen to accidentally destroy the GIW facility along the way well none of them are to broken up about it. After the kids are all rescued, cured from the ghost flu, and returned to their parents, the Justice League sets out to get the anti ecto laws repealed. They reveal to the whole world just what the GIW did to a whole class of innocent human children while using the anti ecto laws as cover to do it! The whole world is outraged! It only takes two days for the laws to be repealed, and for the GIW to be permanently disbanded.

A few days later Danny Phantom does a live tv interview where he answers questions about ghosts and the ghost zone. He hopes that this will help people better understand ghosts and their true nature.

[writings-by-fairy]

Risky Business

Fandom: Boy Meets World

Pairing(s): Eric Matthews x Jack Hunter, side Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter

Words: 1,176

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Jack and Eric go on a double date with Shawn and Corey. Eric gets a little handsy.

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Jack was laughing at something Cory had said while Eric was still processing the joke. Cory and Shawn sat across the table from him and Eric, they decided to have a double date to celebrate the end of the fall semester. Eric and Jack had moved in together a short while ago and things could not be better; they started dating two months within moving in with each other. Eric had confessed his love after Jack had brought home another one-night stand. Since then, it has been nothing but smiley kisses, sleepy morning cuddles, and lots and lots of sex. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, in fact, Eric was rubbing the inside of Jack’s thigh.

The waiter stopped over, “The food should be out soon, you guys doing alright? Any refills?” A mumble of no’s and thank you’s echoed across the table which allowed the waiter to nod their head and head off to the next table.

Shawn and Cory started to argue about something meaningless. Jack listened in to the argument laughing quietly to himself about the foolishness of the argument. He felt Eric lean into his side and hot breath against his ear, “Think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” Jack’s eyes widened at the blunt proposal Eric was hinting at.

“W-what?” Jack sputtered quietly, he tried to whisper but he was too shocked to think or control his actions. His eyes darted around like the whole restaurant had heard what Eric had said.

“I said,” Eric began while tracing the slight bulge growing in Jack’s pants, “Think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” Jack’s doubt about what Eric had said had disappeared when Eric repeated what he said. Eric glanced at the two boys across from him smiling slyly as he moved his hand to the bottom of Jack’s back rubbing small circles.

Jack took a deep breath to control his breathing and quick heart, “Are you crazy?” he whispered yelled to the boy next to him. “We are literally in the middle of a restaurant!” The group was tucked away in a booth in the corner and there wasn’t a huge crowd of people as they came late. This still didn’t make Jack any more on board with what Eric was implying. Though the idea did excite Jack, it was something they had discussed before after one of their multiple round nights.

Eric’s hand began to travel lower and lower to the point where Eric was teasing the boxers Jack wore; Jack’s pants fit a little loose from grabbing the wrong size but stubbornness refusing to return them or wear a belt. “Do you want me to stop?” Eric smirked down at Jack next to him. Jack shook his head, blood rushing to his cheeks as he answered, he felt embarrassed how worked up Eric could get him.

Smiling at his response, Eric reached in his pocket and pulled out a travel packet of lube. Jack gave Eric a look, of course he planned this! His fingers moved into the boxers slowly until they reached Jack’s hole. They teased the entrance, rubbing circles and threatening to press in at any moment. Eric pushed two fingers in after what seemed like hours of teasing. Jack let out a loud gasp gripping the napkin tightly in his lap.

“Jack!” Shawn snapped his head towards the said man. “You seriously cannot be that shocked about what I just said, all I said was that I could totally…” Shawn’s voice blended in with the background noise as Jack focused on his breathing. He waited until Corey and Shawn started talking to each other again.

“Eric.” Jack mumbled through clenched teeth. “are you tryi-“his words were cut off as Eric began to move his fingers slowly in and out. Jack clenched his eyes shut before snapping them open.

Eric held a smug look, “what was that babe?” Jack glared at him through a sideways glance. Eric turned towards the table as if nothing is happening. He even chipped into Cory and Shawn’s conversation, offering some dumb observation. How is he acting so normal fingering someone?

Jack began to slowly rock back on Eric’s fingers, his body subconsciously wanting more. Eric brought his other hand to Jack’s saying a stern stop; Jack immediately listened. He gripped his napkin harder as he focused on trying not to grind his hips down which his body so desperately wanted. Eric began to move faster causing Jack to suck in a sharp inhale while arching his back. His eyes fighting to stay open when all they wanted to do was close in pleasure; Eric loved the control he had over him right now.

Eric immediately stopped when he felt Jack’s hips rock back to meet his thrusts. “I believe I told you to stay still, slut.” Jack almost just came by Eric calling him a slut, this was new to the both of them, but they could tell there is more to come based on the reactions. Eric began to pull his fingers out making Jack whine and let of a string of plea’s.

“No, no, no, please, I promise I'll be good, Eric.” Eric could see the desperation in Jack’s eyes, Jack took a deep breath. “I promise I will listen.” His voice tried to stay a whisper. Eric glanced at the two across from them, still bickering back and forth about God knows what. He acted like he was pondering if he should listen to his boyfriend which had Jack on the edge of the seat, big puppy dog eyes pleading up at him.

“Okay, but if I have to tell you one more time to stop,” Jack’s eyes lit up at what Eric was hinting at. “I will stop this and punish you when we go home, understand?”

Jack shook his head so hard; Eric was concerned for a second. “Okay, now be a good boy, Jackie” Jack whimpered and shook his head yes.

Eric moved his fingers back in then began to pick up speed. Once he saw Jack was comfortable and silently begging for more, he added in a third finger. Jack let out a low moan while he gripped the table. They kept going like this for a few minutes, just Eric trying different paces and angles while Jack tried not completely loose it.

“Jack, Eric,” Cory smiled at the two folding his hands together. “we want your fully honest opinion.” Cory smiled at the two then at Shawn encouraging him to speak now.

“Which one of us would win in a fight?” Shawn spit out fast as if he had been holding in that question for a long time. “Cory is more built, but I am quicker.” The two lost focus and began to argue about who was quicker now. While they argued, Eric curled his fingers to just the right spot to make Jack come undone. Any composure Jack had, gone. As he massaged the spot, Jack let out a few whimpers.

“Hey!” Eric called out to the two bickering, “Go put something good on the juke box.” The two nodded and raced to the jukebox at the front on the store. Once there, Cory put an arm around Shawn’s waist pulling him close.

“Oh God, Eric” Jack whined. “I am so close.”

Eric picked up the pace, “what do we say?” He looked down at Jack, watching him try to form a thought.

“I-I-can-ughhh” Jack’s head dropped to his chest, knuckled turning white as he gripped his own leg.

Eric laughed, “what was that baby? Didn’t quiet catch that.” Jack’s eyes began to water with frustration.

“M-m-may I cum, plea-please?” A single tear rolled down Jack’s flushed face as he fought his bodies desires, he wanted to finish so bad.

“Yes, slut. Go ahead and make a mess of yourself.” Eric smirked as Jack immediately brought his hand down to his erection. Eric loved watching Jack feverishly chase his orgasm.

“ohhh thank you thank you thank you” Jack’s eyes rolled back into his head, hips bucking while pushing the fingers deeper inside him. His mouth gapped open as he finally came, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping in.

Eric pulled his fingers out while rubbing soothing circles onto Jack’s thigh. He placed a kiss on top of Jack’s head which was resting on his shoulder. He quickly excused himself promising his boyfriend he would be back as soon as possible to the restroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he found Cory and Shawn still at the juke box trying to pick a song. Jack was sitting quietly with his head down and still fiddling with that cloth napkin. He smiled up at Eric when he sat down. Eric put an arm around Jack’s shoulders rubbing his arm slightly. Jack placed a tired head on Eric’s shoulder, smiling to himself.

“Was that okay?” Worry was laced in Eric’s voice, he had always been an overthinker with Jack. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” Jack loved that about Eric, he always checked in after.

“That was amazing, babe.” Jack leaned up and kissed his jawline gently before placing his head back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric smiled to himself beginning to wonder how he got so lucky. “Though, my pants are sticky and now there is a dark spot.” Eric’s eyes looked down to confirm there was a dark spot, they laughed to themselves.

A song finally began to play as Cory and Shawn raced back hand in hand. The food came out shortly and the four began to eat. Cory tossing fries into Shawn’s mouth, celebrating when Shawn finally caught one. Eric smiled fondly at the two, happy with where his life was.

Once they got the bill, Eric paid for all of them causing Cory to embarrassingly hug Eric shouting I love you’s and how Eric is the best brother in the world. Shawn thanked him sheepishly laughing at Cory’s antics. Cory and Shawn led the way out of the restaurant and down the busy city streets. The night life in the city had always been a favorite of the four, the bright lights and busy life. Eric had an arm wrapped around Jack’s shoulder while Jack wrapped his arm around Eric’s torso.

Eric leaned down to whisper into Jack’s ear, “By the way, do not think I didn’t notice you grinding your hips at the end when you promised you would be a good boy and listen.” Jack’s eyes went wide. Eric just smiled and kept walking as if he didn’t say anything.

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XOXO Fairy

[iscahmckrae]

Crossover fanfic prompt: A friendship forms between Jess Mariano and Shawn Hunter—either in New York, Philadelphia, or both, depending on timeframe.

[polyamships]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Boy Meets World Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shawn Hunter/Topanga Lawrence-Matthews/Cory Matthews/Angela Moore, Jack Hunter/Eric Matthews/Rachel McGuire Characters: Shawn Hunter, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, Cory Matthews, Angela Moore, Eric Matthews (Boy Meets World), Jack Hunter, Rachel McGuire Additional Tags: 4+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Jonathan Turner Adopts Shawn Hunter, polyamships' Polyam Shipping Days, Polyamory Summary:

“I don’t know. He had a ton of comic books earlier, but when I asked he just told me to trust him. And, I mean, I do. Huh. Wonder if it has anything to do with the pound of glue Eric ordered yesterday.”

“Oh!” Topanga seems to startle out of a trance. Bad sign. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it handled.” She lays a hand on Shawn’s bicep. She still looks ready to kill a man. “Trust me.”

Shawn is crawling into the window of his and Cory’s dorm room when Cory catches him. He just looks up, offering him the same caught-red-handed smile he’s flashed hundreds of times since meeting him. “Just trust me?”

“She told me to trust her with those spray paint cans!” Shawn yells as they run through the halls.

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Four times different members of the polycule say "trust me," and one time all four of them say it.

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: How long are you gonna be mad at me?

Person B: Ten minutes.

[d3adhood]

tag dump , feel free to disregard.

╼ ✘╽   IN MY DEFENSE I WAS PROBABLY STONED.   ╽   OOC. ╼ ✘╽   THIS IS THE WAY IT IS.   ╽   PSA. ╼ ✘╽   ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS TAKE IT SLOW.   ╽   P. ╼ ✘╽   I’M A POPULAR POPULAR MONSTER.   ╽   SP. ╼ ✘╽   WORDS MEAN NOTHING WITHOUT ACTIONS BEHIND THEM.   ╽   PROMPTS. ╼ ✘╽   I’M NOT PLAYIN GAMES ANYMORE!   ╽   GAMES. ╼ ✘╽   MY SWEET BOY…NOTHIN GO ON WITH YOUR DAY   ╽   META. ╼ ✘╽   TURNS OUT I MAKE THINGS SOMETIMES.   ╽   EDITS. ╼ ✘╽   YEAH NOW I’M BACK … OH LOOK AT THAT.   ╽   APPEARANCE. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD KNOWS I’M A LITTLE TWISTED.   ╽   MUSING. ╼ ✘╽   THAT’S WHY I GOT THESE … SICK THOUGHTS.   ╽   HEADCANONS. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED WAS RIPPED AWAY.   ╽   DESIRES. ╼ ✘╽   BEEN TO HELL & NOW I’M BACK.   ╽   IC. ╼ ✘╽   YOU TALKED SHIT .. NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET HIT.   ╽   ANSWERED. ╼ ✘╽   WE REALLY GOTTA STOP MEETING LIKE THIS MAN.   ╽   REPLIES. ╼ ✘╽   IT’S NOT MUCH … BUT IT’S ENOUGH.   ╽   HALFDENT. ╼ ✘╽   ME WITHOUT YOU DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE.   ╽   BRUZ3R.

[tumbling-darkling]

“This genetic make-up is fascinating! It shifts and changes to match any kind of organic matter! Who knew a ghost could have such varying properties.”

The woman in teal was leaning over a table with microscopes, but Gar couldn’t see too much else from this angle other that clunky machines he couldn’t identify. Cyborg could probably have identified them, or even Red Robin. They both were smart like that where all they needed was a glance and they knew the entire history of something he had never heard of before.

He didn’t understand why they kept calling him a ghost, he was still alive, wasn’t he? Yeah there was that accident and the blood thing and getting a surprise alien donor, but he didn’t die. Right?

He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to live though.

Typically, Gar was a very optimistic individual, you had to always see the better things in life so you could bury those darker things deep down and never think about them. He was optimistic when these two insane scientists got the drop on him, believing he could just shift into a T-Rex and break free of the restraints he found himself in. Only to find that he couldn’t shift.

The freeing feeling of shifting your skin seamlessly into something new, the shift in perspective and form, it was suddenly blocked. He couldn’t reach it, no matter how hard he tried to dig deep and get to it.

That was okay, because surely the titans would notice him missing! He hung out at the tower all the time, him missing for 24 hours would set off all kinds of alarms. Especially Red! He was always great at noticing when things were off.

Though as time dragged on, and these mad weirdos began to cut off fur, skin, and even pulling out samples of his bone, he was feeling his optimism wavering. They had to show up soon, right?

Then they two scientists showed up looking too eager, smiles wide and terrifying, scalpels in hand. Didn’t they have enough of their ‘samples’? What were they even planning to do with it all? He’s never been the interesting one of the titans, just a green kid who can shapeshift into animals. Green animals. He was already flawed in that aspect because he can’t really be stealthy as a bright green dog. Kory was an alien. Raven was half demon. Cyborg was fused with alien technology. And Red Robin had to be one of the smartest people in the world. Beast boy was just… beast boy. At best, a small time hero, at worst, just a boy who turns into beasts.

Just not that interesting compared to the others.

So why the interest in him? Why were these two so obsessed with calling him a ‘ghost’, cutting out pieces, and speaking like he was some mindless creature? Why couldn’t he shift? What were they going to do?

“Hey now, no need to look so excited while approaching me with sharp objects! I mean, you two probably have everything you could ever need from me, so why not just loosen these restraints and I’ll tell the titans to take it easy on you,” Gar bluffed, chuckling nervously as the woman in teal brought the scalpel close to his neck, the man in orange towering over him with a horrific toothy smile on his face.

If he survived, those goggles lens and white toothed smiles were going to haunt his dreams for the next few years.

“This one doesn’t beg as much as Phantom did before slipping free, another note we should write about the difference between these kinds of ghosts,” the woman hummed.

Gar swallowed nervously, “P-Phantom? Beg? Beg about what? What did you do to this Phantom guy?”

“Jack, be a dear and make sure he doesn’t squirm as much as phantom did, we want straight cuts.”

Firm hands pressed down on Gar’s shoulders, and he broke out in a sweat, “squirm? What- what are you-?”

Hot pain flared to life at his collarbone, an involuntary cry of pain escaping him as he flailed against the restraints, trying to pull away. But the hands were firm and the restraints were cold and tight, and he couldn’t do anything but scream as the pain so very slowly dragged itself down his chest. He wasn’t even aware of the tears on his cheeks as he screamed, or how both scientists would somewhat flinch as varying animalistic shrieks mixed in with his cries. His first stood on and, nails clawing against the table until they began to bleed, throwing his head back and forth but never able to pull away from that horrible dragging pain.

He must have passed out.

Because the next thing Gar remembered, he was trying to pry open his eyes at the sounds of yelling. Everything was blurry, his eyes and throat ached. There was flickering lights, a blurry teal and orange blob that made his hair and fur stand on end. His brain was being slow again, he couldn’t remember what was happening, but pain in his chest was causing him to squirm, a whimper escaping his lips as he tried glancing down to see the damage. He’s been shot before, maybe he got shot a few times on a mission?

Gar felt his blood run cold as he saw his chest.

Skin was pulled apart, his organs on display, his heart beating in his rib cage as his lungs began to inflate and deflate with his rapid breaths.

He looked like those biology frogs from high school.

He was one of those frogs.

He was opened up.

How was he alive?

He was an experiment. Peeled apart.

Just like a wild animal.

Darkness engulfed him again.

When he woke up again, he screamed.

“Whoa-! Whoa hey it’s okay!”

Gar immediately focused on the new voice, kicking away and feeling his back hit something soft yet firm. He could make out a blur of black hair and blue eyes, blinking rapidly and whispering out, “Rob?” before his brain was able to start functioning.

That didn’t *sound* like Tim.

When his eyes finally stopped being blurry, he finally was able to focus on the person across from him who was holding up their hands with a concerned look on their face, “no, I’m Danny. How are you feeling? What do you remember?”

Gar blinked slowly, looking to Danny who was now very clearly NOT Tim, those eyes were too crystal blue and he had this scent that reminded Gar of Tim’s older brother… the biggest one. He glanced around the room, noting the peeling wallpaper, dingy couch, think windows, and underlying smell of smog and damp rock. Was he in Gotham?

That’s when his memories decided to flood back starting with-…

Gar looked down to his chest, hands snapping up and tearing the blanket off of him. White bandages greeted him, neatly wrapped around his chest, spots of red beginning to bleed through in a horrifying shape. He pulled the blanket back up, covering the shape as he tried to shake the images of his own open chest out of his head. A lot easier said than done as his breathing picked up and he could feel his features shifting to match the fear.

“Whoa-! Whoa careful, I have no idea if those stitches will stay in if you shift,” Danny reached forward, and Gar couldn’t help but flinch away with a snarl.

Danny, snapped his hand away, and guilt immediately took over Gar’s fear, his grip on the blanket barely loosening. “S-Sorry-, I just…”

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, you’re in a new place after dealing with… that,” Danny shrugged. “I have some painkillers if it hurts, I know that it tends to burn like a bitch when I moved too much.”

“I… wait-, did… did this…” Gar gestured to his chest without looking at it he couldn’t look at it not without seeing-. “… happen to you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Danny simply brushed off, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, they’ve been making it harder to find them and I didn’t suspect anything when they were quiet but then I heard that a Titan was missing… then I found out it was YOU who was missing and drew a conclusion that the Fenton’s must have grabbed you thinking you were a ghost or ghost adjacent since you are… well green.”

Gar blinked slowly, “what… is with everyone calling me a ghost? What happened?!”

Danny signed, “well, the Fenton’s have been setting sights on… people they suspect are ghosts. They are blinded by biased beliefs, and the ghosts they deal with are made up of glowing green goo called ectoplasm. They must have seen you and your green looks and assumed it was ectoplasm based even if you don’t glow. I found out, tried to find you as fast as I could but… I arrived too late…” Danny sighed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he refused to meet Gar’s eyes. “I managed to destroy everything, especially the samples they took from you, and I brought you back to my apartment to patch you up. It was the safest place I could think of at the moment… though maybe I should have brought you back to the Titans. They are still frantically looking for you… shit, maybe we should call them? Get actually medical professionals to help you out? I’m a street first aid kind of guy.”

“You… saved me?” Gar simply put together.

Danny glanced up at him in surprise, before looking away, guilt clear on his face, “not fast enough, they- they fucking did to you what they did to me-… I should have been faster, I could have stopped it. I just… I never thought they would… to someone else…”

Gar took in the guilty look, the regret, the pain and suffering, then put on a grin, “hey, you got me out of there! We’re in Gotham, right?” He tapped his own nose as Danny glanced at him in surprise, “I’ve been here enough to recognize the smell of damp gargoyles, I have a friend who lives here who introduced me to some pretty great pizza for a place that is riddled with crime and rain. Plus, he can pay as payback for being slower than you.”

Gar knew there was a lot that he was going to need to talk about, to think about, to fully consider… but for now maybe he could push it all to the back of his mind and distract himself with pizza and possibly a new friend.

Saved from vivisection fic but it’s not Danny who gets saved, it’s Batman / one of the batkids.

Fenton parents move to Gotham to hunt the superhero “ghosts” and by some miracle manage to catch one of them. They start cutting batwhoever open and are very fascinated by the “red ectoplasm.” Batwhoever can’t get free and is naturally very scared and starts screaming.

Danny busts in and finds this scene and immediately hatches a plan to lure the Fenton parents away with a duplicate Phantom. He stitches up batwhoever and gets them out via fire escape. He’s very traumatized and guilty cuz he feels responsible.

Batwhoever is very concerned about this nice kid with the mad scientist parents who knows how to stitch human flesh.

I don’t see why this’d have to be specific to Batman, I’m just not sure which other DC characters the Fentons could feasibly get the drop on. Maybe the teen titans?

Also AU of this AU where Danny had been vivisected at some point in the past and Fentons still didn’t know he was Phantom, and part of the reason they moved to Gotham was to possibly help him with whatever mental break he had.

[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

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Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 139

So. Dan has somehow found a small child. A practically newly born ghostling who had literally fallen right on top of him. A ghostling who had practically formed right above him, far away from nurseries and instead above him of all ghosts? 

Him, the Sunkiller? The Worldeater? Jordan Vladimir FentonNightingale-Foley-Manson? Son of Space and War? Bringer of the End?? Seriously, what the hell! Ghostlings shouldn’t even be able to form within other ghost’s Lairs, and he knew for a fact this wasn’t his own ghostling seeing as he wasn’t interested in such things. 

So here Dan is, feeling more confused than he ever has with a newborn ghostling clinging to him and sobbing in his arms about wanting his dad. What even is his unlife right now.

[writings-by-fairy]

Friday Night

Fandom: Boy Meets World

Pairing(s): Eric Matthews x Jack Hunter, side Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter

Words: 1,590 (more coming at some point)

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Eric and Jack go to a college party and one of them gets a little crazy...

11:30pm Deep breath. Toss. Bounce. And it’s in! Jack made the winning cup in their intense game of cup pong. Eric couldn’t help but smile despite losing: seeing his boyfriend smile and laugh with the others made his heart swell. Jack and Shawn did their handshake while others congratulated them on their victory.

“Well Matthews duo, rematch?” Shawn smirked at the two across the table. Cory and Eric looked at each other narrowing their eyes in a secret communication.

Cory stepped forward, “bring it.”

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9:15pm “Come on, Eric!” Cory whined through the phone. “It will be fun, Shawn and I can even give you a ride.”

Eric sighed; he planned on staying home this Friday night in his cozy dorm with a cozy blanket and a super hot boyfriend. Him and Jack had a scary movie night every Friday where they would cuddle on the bed until eventually the movie was forgotten.

“Fine. But only for a couple hours max.” Eric couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Cory and Shawn screaming, he is pretty sure he heard the phone drop at least twice.

“Okay, okay,” Cory started once they calmed down. “Well, we will pick you up at 10!” They said their good byes and Eric sighed; don’t get him wrong, he loved partying and people but he loved his boyfriend more. Throughout high school, Eric would party pretty much every weekend but fast forward to senior year of college, he only went out pretty much on special occasions.

The sound of the key in the door startled him from his thoughts, Jack was back from his 6-9 economics class.

Jack swung the door open to reveal he was soaking wet, “It’s raining.” His teeth chattering as the rain began to grow cool against his skin.

Eric’s pupils dilated. Jack’s hair was a mess, his wavy hair showing and sticking up in a million places. His shirt, which he cut the bottom off because it was too long but ended up making it a little too short, clung to his every muscle and curve. His nipples looked as if they were about to cut through the shirt and all Eric wanted to do was kiss Jack while teasing his-

“Eric! Are you even listening?”

“What…oh yeah…yeah”

“What was the last thing I said?” Silence. “That’s what I-“ Eric cut Jack off by grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. Jack gasped in surprise but soon brought his hands up to cup Eric’s face. Eric pulled away and pushed Jack’s book bag off while pinning him to the door with his body.

“Eric…Eric,” Jack’s pleas fell silent on Eric’s ear as he only started to trail kisses down Jack’s neck. Eric pulled the wet shirt up to his collarbone and held it there as a silent command for the other to hold it there. Jack shakily moved his hand to hold the shirt while the other hand made its way to Eric’s hair.

Eric stared at Jacks nipples before rubbing his thumb over them causing Jack to moan and roll his head back. “Oh Eric…” Eric took this as a sign to put his mouth on Jack, he started by sucking a hickey at the base of the next and leaving a trail down to his nipple where he began to suck and bite.

“Eric…more…” Jack began to absentmindedly roll his hips up for more but receiving little relief. Eric’s thigh barley providing any help.

Eric pulled away, he looked at Jack in awe. He was still holding the shirt right where Eric told him too. “Okay, if you think I am not doing enough, you can continue to hump my thigh like a little desperate slut.” Jack stared for a second with his jaw open in shock.

He looked to argue with himself in his head: one half of him waiting for Eric to say just kidding while the other is coming to terms with Eric’s order. The latter won.

He looked down with red spreading from his chest up to his face, he felt a little humiliated about this. Oh but did he love how Eric treated him in times like this. He began to move his hips in an experimenting way, switching angles and pace until he found one he liked. He gripped Eric’s shoulder and rutted his hips like a dog in heat.

“Good boy.” Jack’s legs nearly gave when Eric called him that, hips stuttering a little. Eric resumed teasing Jack’s nipples by rolling them between his fingers making Jack’s back arch.

Jack’s pace began to falter and switch up, “Eric…please…cl-cl-close.” Jack’s voice was raspy and whiny now. Eric smirked and grabbed Jack’s hips in a bruising grip holding him to the door. “Wha-…no, please, you can’t..” Jack’s eyes were now dilated as he looked up confused, he slowly dropped his still damp shirt.

“Ohh, look at you, you poor thing. We barely even started and you are already cock dumb.” Eric traced absent patterns on Jack’s torso before pushing him to his knees. “You first have to get me off, baby. Have to earn it.”

Jack looked up with those big, teary eyes before reaching forward to pull Eric’s pants down. He only pulled his pants to his mid thigh not bothering to waste time by his jeans off all the way. Eric grabbed Jack’s hair and his own dick, slapping Jack in the face with it a few times.

Eric sighed and let his eyes roll back into his head when he pushed his dick in Jack’s mouth. Jack looked up while taking his dick further and further. Once Eric felt Jack was comfortable, he moved his hips faster and faster making Jack’s eyes water.

“Holy shit, Jackie…” Eric groaned running both hands through Jack’s hair. That was all the warning Jack got before hot cum went down his throat. They stay like that for a minute or two, just Eric trying to calm his breathing while Jack cleans up what he can. Some of the cum trickled down the side of Jack’s mouth. Eric noticed this so he wiped it off with his thumb and shoved back in his mouth. Jack happily sucked on Eric’s finger.

Eric pulled Jack back up to his feet and tucked himself away. “Well, I would say that you earned it now.” Eric reached down and started palming Jack roughly. Jack, sensitive from being edged and horny, moaned loudly rocking his hips to meet Eric’s palm.

“Oh, can I-can-can I please cum now?” Jack squeezed his eyes shut focusing on not coming. His hands balled up in fists beside him.

“Open your eyes.” Jack looked Eric in the eyes with tears streaming down his face. “Good boy, yes you can.” Jack thanked him over and over as his hips stuttered and his mouth in a silent O. Once he came, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Jack stood there using the door as support because he knew his legs would give way when not supported. “Oh my gosh, Eric!”

Eric’s eyebrows furrowed together concerned, he pulled Jack in for a tight hug. “Oh no, was that too much? I’m sorry, you just looked so good when you walked in and it was so sudden and-“

“Eric! Shhhh, that was great.” Jack reassured him, he swore he felt the weight get lifted off Eric’s shoulders. “Now, I would love to get out of these wet and cum stained clothes.” Jack pushed his way over to his dresser, taking off his wet clothes in the process. He opened the PJ drawer only to be stopped.

“Different idea for tonight,” Eric started off slowly making Jack look at him with a suspicious look. “Cory and Shawn may have invited us to a little party tonight.”

Jack stared for a second.

“And I might have said yes.” Jack’s eyes lit up. Jack loves to party as well and sometimes begs Eric to go but usually they just end up in bed by 9 doing other things. They honestly haven’t gone in months.

“Oh. Oh my gosh. When?” Jack started rummaging through his clothes.

Eric smiled, seeing Jack happy always caused him to fell like he was floating. He slide his way behind Jack hugging him, “Cory and Shawn are picking us up at 10.”

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10:49pm “Eric, how do I look?”

Eric spun around to see Jack in some baggy jeans with an oversized college crew neck. He looked soft.

“Beautiful as always.”

Jack blushed, bashful my pushing Eric away. Eric was in his typical jeans with a flannel and white shirt combo. He made his way to the bag under his desk, as he picked up the bag, the sound of glass can be sound clanking together. Both shared some laughter before kissing each other softly.

They made their way down stairs out to the road where they waited for the other two to pull up. Luckily, the rain had stopped. They shared small conversation while Jack held onto Eric’s arm with his head resting on Eric’s shoulder. The fall air starting to wrap its cold hands around the two boys. Suddenly, a loud bass can be heard from the distance and to no surprise they find Cory and Shawn are the source of this sound.

The car pulls up fast and the window rolls down to reveal Shawn in the passenger seat. “You ready to get fucked up?!”

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XOXO Fairy

[radiance1]

I like redeemed Vlad, so I'm gonna do with that BUT he's still an asshole you know? Like, Vlad is seen as an 'Evil God' in that world because he brought 'evil' into it and, like an devil, he's been making deals left and right with such ironclad rules for when he offers and wiggles his way and loopholes conditions when he's being offered a deal.

He's a business man, it's what he does.

And then whenever he disappears most of the time it's just him going to manage VladCo, and the few times he's actually been kicked out was more of a timeout if anything because of said deals he's made that's ended up having a bit more consequences than he foresaw. Then, as you said, he could be poked fun of because of how he was in the past with evil throw around casually because yea, he was evil, much to his exasperation because he's changed!

They then point out how his deals usually end up worse for the one dealing with him than the other way around, and even a few souls he's claimed up. Which he defends with, again, businessman, and it isn't his fault if they offered up his souls in exchange for things he can give them!

Vlad: [Pops up in this world for a vacation because he's just absolutely done with being a businessman right now.]

Also Vlad: [Starts making deals left and right while scheming how to fulfil them]

The Pantheon (What I'm calling them now): Oh my gosh, this hypocrite is at it again. Hey, hey! No! No! You're supposed to be resting do NOT make someone king you evil bas-

Vlad is absolutely in his element being an evil, scheming lil guy in the background and the rest of The Pantheon is exasperated at this because he's supposed to be on vacation or whatever but if it works it works they guess?? He's like that weird uncle who is ultimately harmless (to The Pantheon at least) but you have to tell off a bit before he goes too far or something.

Might I suggest, based on what you have, that Star would be the minor deity of History or something like that? With a connection to Tucker because he's the God of Wisdom/Knowledge(+other things?) here as seen by the people of the world.

Not gonna lie, love the idea that Sam is the main rebirth method, with help from Dan, of this little world. I don't know why I just like it :D

Also, love the Fantasy with hints of highly advanced magitek because yea, why wouldn't Tucker do that? His old temples have various hidden secrets that his students (and those who're inclined to, like adventurers) have to explore while figuring out puzzles and is absolutely delighted when they start making dungeons.

Also regarding the next question. Previously I imagined it was humans but then realized why stop there? You can have dryads, which are the attendants to Mother of Life and various forests around the world. Monsters, and like you said, lesser dragons wandering out and about. They wouldn't be divinity because, well, yea, but they might be considered sacred creatures to some groups of people or just dangerous forces of nature to others.

Klarion looking similar to them would be funny, the lesser dragons would know he's different from them, but the YJ don't know that now do they?

Might even be a few races that have more lizard/draconic features hehe.

YJ: [Wants to bring Klarion back but never mention him by name]

The Pantheon: [Knows who they're actually talking about before Side eyeing Vlad in the corner doing his little Evil God roleplay]

The Pantheon, deciding to commit to it since it's already there: Okay yea, we'll totally help you bring that guy down.

Also yes, most definitely magic. Even different types of schools too! Like:

Star magic (Danny).

Nature, Life, Plant, magic (Sam).

Sand, Rune, Enchantment magic (Tucker).

Death (Dan).

Wind (Dani).

Contracts, dark/black magic (Vlad because you know, Evil God thing).

And since Klarion has stepped into the world, Chaos magic becomes an option as well though it isnt mostly known until someone actually taps into it.

There's various subs-schools of magic, most definitely. Necromancy is a mix of the Death and Life magic school, the four elements would fall under Nature, but Wind might be considered its own special kind of school because of Dani's existence, etc.

I want to say that Time would also be a secret option, but I don't think Clockwork has stepped onto that plane yet for it to become one. I also want to say that Pariah stepping onto it would also breath a new magic to life, but I have no idea what it would be....

Will the Young Justice ever manage to figure out that Klarion was with them throughout there entire journey? Find out next on DRAGON BAL-

Inspired by @puppetmaster13u and various dragon aus they have.

BUT! This is also a bit of a fantasy/DnD au I guess...? IDK BUT HERE WE GO-

Okay now so, I'm imagining that that Danny, Tucker, and Sam create a pocket dimension for their game via the use of reality warping (via scepter) and something given to them by Pariah Dark before he went off on that whole honey moon thing with Clockwork.

For the record, Danny isn't the ghost king here, Pariah Dark is he's just the prince.

Sam created a garden from the barren earth, that eventually grew into a great forest and spread out to the rest of the world, which technically made her the creator of life but anyways. So, she's holed up in said garden turned forest.

Tucker bestowed upon his subjects (after they were made of course) knowledge and technology and is regarded as the greatest teacher in that world's history.

Danny? Oh yea he became that one that giant dragon that everyone knows is there, is afraid of, and just sleeps all day in this one specific place. You'd have to cut him some slack though, because no one told him creating a world and its laws would be so hard even with help.

That and him, as the one with basically the most knowledge and resident fanboy of space, created the stars surrounding the place as well!

Of course, they couldn't stay there all of the time. What with work (Tucker), high-society (Sam), and studying (Why the heck did Danny decide to go to collage again?). That entire place was just made to play around in before they had to go their separate ways and be, you know, actual adults, so it was easy enough to let go of it really.

Except for Danny. Not of any great reason, really, he just needed someplace where he could quietly study in peace, nap, think or just get away from the Ghost Zone before he had to go through all that princely nonsense again. Plus, none of their creations in that pocket dimension really wanted to mess with the giant fuck off dragon who was said to created the place anyways.

For the record, Danny is more of an eastern dragon in design with a long body rather than western. So that probably just added more into his intimidation with his sheer length.

So, you know, of course he would have been none too pleased when someone actually did disturb his solitude (as stated by the dimension's residents) as soon as the world was thrown off-balance by an outside force.

Meanwhile, Klarion the Witch boy is having the time of his life coming across a whole world that somehow hasn't been affected by Order or Chaos. So he's capitalizing on that.

Then he came across a place that was said to be sacred, not that he cared, and then came across a boy who didn't look a day over his teens (which frankly doesn't say much in regards to immortals) with a frankly long tail that looked longer than he was tall and very majestic looking horns.

Danny was annoyed yet curious, Klarion was surprised yet delighted.

[cosmicpearlz]

my love is mine, all mine

summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

~one~

“i’m jude bellingham,” you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.

“you’re not funny.”

“i am so. you know you wanna laugh,” you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning.

“no.”

“guys, he’s smiling! he knows i’m funny,” you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other person’s hand away.

“you guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!”

“right right, sorry. i’m jude and that’s y/n,” you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.

“we’re here to see who loves the other person more.”

“no. try again.”

“we’re actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?” jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

“whatever you say m’love. do you wanna ask the first question?”

~two~

wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest he’s ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.

jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.

meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. you’ve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they would’ve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.

“baby, why are you standing so far? c’mere,” jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.

“congratulations my love. i’m so proud of you,” you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.

“thank you for being here.”

“i’d travel across the moon for you.”

“i’ll travel across the galaxy for you,” jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.

“must you always have to one up me?”

“yes. i would give you the world if i could.”

“luckily for you, you are my world and you’re already all mine,” your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.

“and you’re all mine,” jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too darling,” jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.

completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.

~three~

“i’m ready to shake my ass on this yacht!” you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.

“ew i prefer you didn’t. don’t wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.”

“i prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?” everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.

“keep it in your pants bellingham,” you push his chest with a knowing smirk.

“i can’t. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,” it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.

“you are a perv. stop being nasty,” you pointed at him and walked away from him.

jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldn’t even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.

“you know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you don’t,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.

“i do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,” you replied with, in between your constant giggles.

~four~

football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of jude’s and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.

“jude,” you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didn’t move an inch.

“babe,” you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasn’t fully awake.

“i can’t sleep.”

“darling it’s like three in the morning,” the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when he’s half asleep.

“i know, i’m sorry. i just can’t sleep.”

jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.

“what do you want me to do exactly?”

“stay up with me until i fall asleep?”

the silence was loud as you guys studied each other’s faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.

“let’s have some tea then.”

“okay.”

you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.

“here you go m’love,” sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.

“thank you baby. i’m sorry i woke you.”

“it’s not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldn’t sleep?”

“no, i just couldn’t sleep,” you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.

“well luckily i’m really good boyfriend.”

“oh really?”

“mmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“you have a point bellingham,” you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. “have i ever told you i love you?”

“hmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“once or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.”

“where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.

“i’m kidding. i love you more,” jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.

“not possible. i love you wayyy more.”

“ugh as if.”

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader) masterlist

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The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesn’t know how to function on leave without Ghost’s voice in his ear.

Johnny’s two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simon’s up to.

The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simon’s up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Lt’d do his fuckin’ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if he’s got a girl tucked away at home). 

Is it so unusual? Johnny can’t remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghost’s presence feels like an extension of his own these days. He’s cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?

Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep). 

He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that. 

Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as he’s able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. He’s worked with superior officers before—plenty of times, hundreds of times—but there are few men of Ghost’s calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?

Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghost’s dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthful—it’d give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesn’t think about it. Laughs at a mate’s joke at the pub when he didn’t catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.

He’s not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghost’s favourite. 

Then, one day, he meets a girl.

Johnny’s not winning an award any time soon for world’s best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invites—all that fun stuff. He’s sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sister—nearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when it’s thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.

He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but that’s a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. There’s a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe it’ll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back. 

“Jesus, who gave ye the right?” Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket. 

“The right?” she repeats back, blinking.

“To leave the house lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous. Glad I wasn’t driving when I passed you by—woulda been in a twenty car pile up.”

She’s not impressed in the slightest. It’s thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression he’s ever made, but he’s made worse ones. It’s not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle. 

He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mam’s never liked him more, so at least there’s that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the florist’s, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed. 

He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth. 

“Are ye just gonna use me and kick me out?” he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle. 

“You know, you don’t have to pussyfoot around with me. Weren’t you just trying to get laid?” she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him. 

“No’ just some playboy, hen,” he scoffs. “I have feelings too.”

Her other eyebrow lifts. He’s tickled pink.

He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. He’s used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor. 

When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue. 

Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. He’ll pay for that later. 

In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they don’t call, they don’t write, they don’t email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. It’s not Ghost’s fault he trickles into Johnny’s dreams sometimes. 

A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesn’t know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind. 

He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. She’s sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kick—everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself. 

Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?

He looks pointedly away. 

It’s new, but maybe he’s like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitment—he spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?

Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave. 

“C’mon, promise me you’ll call, hen,” Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. “How’m I gonna survive without ye, huh? They’re gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.”

“So dramatic. You have my number,” she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.

“No, please, baby, please—promise me—”

“Oh my god, alright, fine—I’ll call. Now get going already.”

The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, it’s straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder. 

When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction. 

Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that. 

“Aye, Lt. Just for you.”

[lovebugism]

#20 from the jealousy, jealousy prompt list with steve pls 🫶🏼

steve doesn't realize he's in love with you until he gets a glimpse of you with someone else (fwb to lovers, fluff, 1.2k)

Steve Harrington spent the entire summer thinking he was the only one who thought your Scoops Ahoy uniform was way hotter than should be allowed. 

The thigh-high socks. The short skirt. The pretty ascot tied around your neck. It was a diabolical concoction. And, yeah, sure, the sailor theme was an acquired taste, but Steve has always been a firm believer that you could wear anything and make him fall to his knees. He’d worship you like a goddess in a goddamn parka, he’s that far gone for you.

The only problem is he thought he was the only one.

He loved you so much that everything else just became white noise. There was never any room for anyone else to love you ‘cause he adored you the most. Or he thought so, at least — until a pretty boy with circle glasses and a chiseled jawline talked you up at the front counter. For ten fucking minutes straight.

He watches the stranger cross the threshold of Scoops, with a sundae in his hand and a dumb smile on his stupid face. “Who was the guy?” Steve blurts from the opened partition the second he’s gone. He folds his golden arms over the countertop, biceps threatening to burst from the navy sleeves of his uniform.

“A friend,” you answer casually as you sort change in the register.

His fluffy brows pinch then relax a moment later. He pouts at the vague response because he can’t handle not knowing. “Seems like you two are real close,” he lilts, trying hopelessly to play it cool.

“We are, actually,” you tell him. You drop the remaining quarters into their designated section and flash him a pretty look over your shoulder. “I’ve known him since I was a teenager— sophomore year, I think?”

Steve nods slowly, feigning interest. “Ah. High school sweethearts, then?”

You slide the opened register closed with your hip. It clunks shut behind you as you spin around to face him. You walk the short distance to the back counter, skirt swishing around your thighs as you go. Steve tries hard not to pull away when you lean in towards him, choosing to bask in your unwavering stare and intoxicating perfume instead.

“You should watch what you say, Harrington,” you caution lowly. “I’m gonna start to think you’re jealous.”

He scoffs. “I am not jealous.”

“No?”

“No! No way,” he answers, too quickly to be convincing. “We’re— We said we were gonna do the whole unlabelled thing, so… That’s what we’re doing.”

You nod once. “Great,” you hum with a tightlipped smile, spinning away once more.

The door to the breakroom squeaks open a moment later. Steve lingers in the entryway, shifting on his feet like a nervous child in a sailor’s uniform. Crossing his arms over his chest, he peers at you through his lashes. 

“But it wouldn’t be, like, the worst thing in the world if I said I wanted to be the only one who, you know, looks into your eyes, and… holds your hands, and… hears you laugh…” he wonders lowly, scrunching the bridge of his nose. “Right?”

You don’t realize how big you’re smiling when you look back at him. “No,” you shrug, all cool despite your skipping heart. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“Good,” Steve grins.

The small of your back digs into the counter’s edge when you turn to face him. You meet his pretty face with a sheepish one. “But it does go against everything we talked about it.”

The boy shrugs. “Well, then, screw it,” he blurts. 

“What?”

“I take it back.”

You laugh before you mean to. The golden sound echoes through the empty store. “That quickly?”

“Hush,” he pouts.

“It took me talking to some guy — who might as well be a stranger to me now, by the way — to change your mind about wanting to date me?” you elaborate with narrowed eyes.

Steve cowers under your stare. “…Kinda. Yeah.”

“So, what?” you scoff. “We’re boyfriend-girlfriend now?”

“If you wanna be.”

You grin up at him while he approaches you, all slow like he’s stalking prey — only you don’t entirely mind being hunted. “Pretty soon, we’ll be playing house if we’re not careful,” you joke, smoothing your palms up his torso.

A crooked grin blossoms on his pink mouth at the thought. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, actually,” he mumbles lowly.

“Steve…” you huff.

He laughs and cradles your jaw between softly calloused palms. “What?” he hums as he ducks down to kiss you. Your lips lock in a fleeting kiss — an innocuous spearmint-strawberry-chapstick concoction.

You let him kiss you, but your pout never wavers. “You can’t just say something like that and expect me to move on,” you murmur.

“I like you?” he shrugs. “So what?”

“So what?” you parrot with a laugh. “We’re not kids anymore, you know? Relationships are pretty serious now, Steve.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

You meet his doe-eyed look with a sterner glare. “That’s the problem. That’s why we agreed to keep things lowkey. ‘Cause you can’t be serious about anything.”

“I can’t be serious about some things,” Steve insists with a boyish twist to his scruffy features. You arch your brow to egg him on. “Well, you, for starters— I haven’t even looked at anyone since I started seeing you, so… That’s gotta be a start, right?”

Your brows scrunch softly together. You don’t mean to look as shocked as you do, but you can’t help it. “You haven’t?”

“No,” he answers, chiseled features swirled like he’s tasted something sour. The thought never even crossed his mind despite distinctly keeping your relationship (or lack thereof, maybe) completely casual. “Have you?”

“No! I just… I thought that maybe you were, you know, keeping your options open or whatever.”

“So that means you’re not canoodling with Mister Jawline, right?” he jokes with a hopeful glint in his honeyed gaze.

You roll your eyes but decide to humor him anyway. “No, Steve,” you deadpan. 

He grins, prettier than should be allowed. “Good.”

You squint up at him. “Which means you’re not canoodling with Miss Redhead-Nice-Boobs, who comes in every week just to talk to you. Right?”

Steve’s brows furrow. His dark eyes flit between both of yours as he tries to figure out who exactly you’re referring to. “Who?” he wonders with a cartoonish lilt to his voice.

You’re pout deepens ‘cause you don’t know what he’s playing at. Her name’s Cherry — which you think is pretty easy to remember, considering her fiery auburn curls and ruby red lipstick. She’s tall and lean and effortlessly beautiful. Too pretty to be jealous of. You can’t help but admire her.

So Steve’s confusion is equally dumbfounding.

“You do like me, don’t you?” you murmur with a suspicious squint.

He laughs. “Does that surprise you?”

“A little bit. Yeah.”

His nose scrunches. “Still wanna be boyfriend-girlfriend with me, though?”

You purse your lips to the side and pretend to ponder the question “Sure,” you shrug after a few moments, rising to the tips of your toes to smack a quick kiss to his mouth. 

You greet a group of customers a second later, while Steve restocks the tubs of ice cream. Totally casual. Not at all lovesick.

Well… maybe a little.

[suugarbabe]

Unexpected | m.r x reader

prompt: Hii! How are you? This is my first time sending an ask and I just wanted to say that I love your writings! May I ask for a enemies to lovers with Mattheo Riddle? The reader is from the golden trio and they get into an argument with a lot of chemistry and tension. Thank you and I'm sorry for my bad english.

maybe enemies to lovers, like they hate each other and then realize that they are soulmates and then have to figure out what to do. some angst but ends i fluff please 

word count: ~3.8k

warnings: slight angst feeling, fluff, e2l, soulmate trope, some heavy petting

an: so there's no argument like the prompt asks (sorry) but when I started writing it just kind of flowed out this way so hopefully it's still okay.

“Go on, show us again,” Ron Weasley was shaking a turkey leg in your general direction, asking to see the words that appeared on your arm this morning. In the wizarding world, on the day you were going to properly meet your soulmate, the first sentence they speak to you, excluding their name, will appear on your forearm in their handwriting. 

It was incredibly annoying to you that Ron and Hermione got this mess out of the way the first day on the bloody train. To your and Harry’s amusement, neither were originally excited about the match, but after the chaos that ensued for the four of you by the end of that year they were inseparable. Nothing brings two people closer than tragedy. 

Things got even more frustrating for you when Harry and Ginny realized they were soulmates, leaving you the lone wolf in your foursome. Entering your sixth year this year you were hopeful that maybe you would finally be able to find out who your soulmate was, roughly three fourths of those leave Hogwarts knowing who they’re intended to be with, and you would rather Avada Kadavera yourself then leave your seventh year soulmateless. 

You grabbed the sleeve of your jumper, tugging it up to your elbow, sticking your arm out in the middle of the table for your three friends to view. There on your arm read a singular sentence, do I intimidate you, love?

Hermione sat back on the bench, “His handwriting really is awful, whoever he is.” You scoffed at your friend, “Not exactly my biggest concern, Mione. More worried about why he thinks he would intimidate me? Who would even think that? By this point in our school life you’d think any of us were more intimidating than the majority of the student body.” 

“Yeah, except Slytherin,” Harry snorted, Ron following with his own round of laughter. But you weren’t laughing, you were looking at Hermione who was sporting the same grimace and worried eyes that you were sure your face looked like. 

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then looked at the two of you. “It was a joke, y/n/n,” Harry tried to ease the tension that was building. “Yeah, I mean, y’don't really think your soulmate might be…one of them,” Ron was anything but subtle with his tone of disgust, as well as his entire body turning around to face the Slytherin table. 

Ron’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by a particular group of Slytherin boys. “Staring problem, Weasley? Got a crush?” Malfoy shouted across the dining hall, earning laughs and teasing hollars from his friends. 

“Oi, Malfoy, got a present for you,” you stuck your hand in your school bag, pretending to roam around before pulling your hand back out and lifting it high in the air, giving Malfoy the middle finger. His face immediately turned into a scowl. The boy next to him, however, pretended to catch your gesture in the air and put it in his pocket, winking at you in the process. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to Hermione who had a look of disgust on her face, “Riddle’s ego really is massive isn't it.” All three of your friends' heads began to nod. “I swear if he didn’t verbalize how much he bloody hated us I would think he was flirting with you y/n/n.” 

“Shut it, Weasley, don’t you put that on me,” you pointed your finger at him, tone joking but words serious. He put his hands up in defense, laughing along with the rest of your friends as you all gathered your things and headed towards your first class. 

Unbeknownst to you, a similar conversation was being had at the Slytherin table. “Glad to see meeting your soulmate hasn’t deterred you from trying to flirt with anything that breathes,” Pansy took a sip of her pumpkin juice, teasing the curly haired boy across from her. 

“Dunno what you mean, Pans,” the dimples on Mattheo’s cheeks popping out as he smirked. 

“Show us your arm again, cousin,” Draco’s words causing everyone to look at Mattheo now. The younger boy scowled, rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt. There on his arm, in beautiful loopy script were the words you’ve got to be fucking joking.

Theo couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a foul word in such pretty handwriting.” 

Mattheo rolled his eyes, pulling his sleeve back down, “Yeah, well let’s just hope the bird is someone I can tolerate.” 

You let out a long groan, hands rubbing up and down your face as you leaned your elbows on your knees . Hermione was sat next to you in the common room, rubbing up and down your back, “The day’s not over quite yet, y/n/n. It wouldn’t appear if you weren’t gonna meet them today.” 

“Yeah,” Ron put on his best attempt at an encouraging smile, “maybe they’re another Gryffindor and you’ll meet them before we go to bed.” Harry nodded next to him in agreement. 

You stood up, grabbing your jumper off the arm of the couch and throwing it on, “M’gonna go for a walk.” 

Hermione’s lips downturned, “It’s nearly curfew.” You sighed, looking over at Harry. “I’ll go get my cloak,” he sighed, standing and walking quickly to his dorm room. 

After Harry’s return you thanked him, spending an extra twenty minutes convincing Hermione that you would be the utmost cautious and affirmed to Ron that you would stash the cloak if you were to be caught. 

Now you were quietly climbing the stairs to the astronomy tower. When you got to the top, you did a quick look over the railing. With no sign of Filch anywhere you dropped the cloak, laying it on the floor so you didn’t have to sit on the bare ground. 

As you got comfortable you dug in your shirt, pulling out a spliff. Hermione would murder you if she found out you smoked, however the year you all had to study for your O.W.L’s, you were so stressed you ended up buying from Theo Nott.

He promised to keep it to himself and you promised it was a one time thing, but you found yourself buying from him every couple months. You weren't sure if she would be more disappointed in your smoking, or you interacting with someone in the forbidden Slytherin group.

You mumbled a short incendio before taking a long drag. You blew the smoke out slowly, watching it ripple through the air and up into the night sky. You looked up at the stars, knowing the day was likely to be over soon and wondering if you were the only witch that was destined to not run into their soulmate like everyone else. 

You were lost in your thoughts and self pity. So much so you didn’t even hear someone come up the tower steps until they hit the top. You scrambled to your feet, ready to cover yourself with the cloak when you realized it wasn’t Filch, but a boy instead. 

The dark of the night made it difficult for you to see exactly who it was at first, that and the fact that every time he took a step forward you seemed to take a step back until your back was against the stone wall. When he finally stepped into the light, your breath caught in your throat. Standing in front of you, signature smirk adoring his face was Mattheo Riddle. 

You stayed rigid against the wall as he got closer to you. His fingers brushed yours as he took the spliff, bringing it up to his lips and inhaling. His eyes never left yours as he turned his head slightly, blowing the smoke into the night. His eyes traveled over you, taking in your black sleep shorts and house jumper. When he looked at your face again he locked eyes with you, almost like he was trying to read what was going on in your brain. 

“Do I intimidate you, love?” The words seemed to leave his lips without a second thought and you felt like your chest was going to cave in. There was just no way, absolutely bloody not that he said those words, the words you had been anticipating someone to say all day. Him of all people that could’ve spoken them. 

He raised his eyebrows at you, clearly looking for you to answer. Instead of some sputtering response of nervousness like Mattheo was expecting, your face just dropped. 

“You’ve got to be fucking joking.” Mattheo’s face went white after you responded, and that was all the evidence you needed to confirm that Mattheo fucking Riddle was your soulmate. He hated you. You hated him. How could two people that despise each other be destined to be soulmates?

"What are you even doing up here?" You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting into your hip. His smirk only seemed to grow, "I think the better question is what are you doing up here, partaking in drugs no less? Little miss golden girl."

You rolled your eyes, "What's that supposed to mean, Riddle?" Mattheo's jaw clenched, "It's Mattheo. And you know what it means. Wonder what everyone would think if they knew little miss perfect liked to come up to the astronomy tower to get high."

"Why would anyone believe you over me?" You were acting a little cocky now, but Mattheo was right in the aspect that you and your friends were seen in an overall more positive light than he and his.

However the look on Mattheo's face made you think he knew something you didn't, "I guess I could just have your dealer tell everyone, or are you buying from someone besides Nott these days?"

He was irritating you on purpose now. You grabbed the spliff back from Mattheo, going to sit where you were before but now leaning your forehead against the railing, “This is got to be some kind of mistake.” 

Mattheo could only snicker as he went to sit next to you, hanging his arms over the raining as he looked over the grounds, “S’destiny love, no mistake about it.” 

“Thanks so much, you’re being really encouraging about this whole thing,” you rolled your eyes, holding your hand out to him. He took it from you, filling his lungs with smoke again, passing it back and forth throughout the conversation. 

Mattheo shrugged his shoulders, “At least we’re both fit.” You snorted at this, “Who said I thought you were fit?” He scoffed, “Please, I’ve seen the way you ogle me.” You found yourself laughing, a true full belly head thrown back laugh before you looked at him and he thought the smile you were wearing was actually kind of cute, “How would you know that unless you were ogling me, hmm?”

Mattheo opened his mouth to respond, but found he couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse before you were speaking again. The sigh you let out let him know how stressed you really were, “Our friends are not going to like this.” 

He nodded, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he spoke, “Merlin, no. They’re going to bloody hate it. But s’not like it was really our choice.” You knew he was right, and you knew he was trying to be comforting, but the tone in his voice let you know that he was just as worried to let his group of friends know as much as you were. 

You opened your mouth to respond to him when you heard the all too familiar jingle of Mrs. Norris’ collar sounding like she was ascending the stairs. Your eyes grew wide as you and Mattheo both jumped to your feet. It looked like Mattheo is contemplating jumping over the tower railing when you grab his arm to push him flat against the stone wall. 

He looked at you with utter confusion as you grabbed the cloak before turning around and pushing your back flush against his chest. “What are you-”

“Shut it,” you cut him off, indicating to him to wrap his arms around your waist as you threw the cloak over the pair of you. As the cat walked on to the tower landing you felt Mattheo’s arms tighten around you, doing his best to pull you impossibly closer. 

He was decently taller than you, having to duck down slightly so the cloak covered you both properly. His face was tucked in close to your neck. His breath warm and tickling your skin as Filch followed after his beloved pet, glancing around for anything out of place. 

When he was satisfied, Filch turned around to leave, letting his cat lead the way. You waited a few beats, making sure they were nearly to the bottom of the staircase before pulling the cloak off the two of you and pushing Mattheo’s hands off of your body. 

“Thing comes in handy, that,” he pointed to the cloth in your hand. You chucked, “Yeah, m’sure your lot would get a lot less detentions if you had one.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Yeah, we can’t all be like the golden quartet.” 

You scoffed slightly at this as you headed down the stairs, Mattheo close behind you, “We didn’t give ourselves that nickname, you know.” He couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah but m’sure you all don’t mind it. Definitely gets you some favoritism.” 

You stopped at the end of the corridor, Mattheo running into your back at the action and cursing. You turned to face him, “You know, my friends and I have endured a hell of a lot of shite over the last couple years, maybe we deserve a little break when we’re actually able to do normal bloody teenage things.” 

As much as you were trying to be harsh with him, be the slightest bit intimidating, his height gave him all the advantage. Mattheo knew what you meant, what you were saying without saying the words themselves. “I’m not like him. Don’t clump me in your same category of hatred. He’s done things to me too,” his eyes reflected a bit of hurt as he spoke and you knew he was telling the truth. 

Everyone in school assumed Mattheo was just like his father, held the same ideals and wanted the same things for the wizarding world. The look you were seeing on his face told you otherwise. Your frustration quickly fizzled, instead turning into something closer to pity, “M’sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he deadpanned, “Let’s just get back to our common rooms.” You walked together in silence until you had no choice but to split off. You agreed to meet each other in the courtyard during lunch the next day and you were racking your brain on how you were going to break this news to Harry, Hermione and Ron.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. When you broke the news to your friends about who your soulmate ended up being it wasn’t exactly well received. Hermione was worried, but understanding of the fact that you had no choice in the matter. Harry was upset, but again was trying his best to be mature and said he wouldn’t interfere with you spending some time with Mattheo to get to know him better. Ron took it the worst, which you wished surprised you but he did have a flair for the dramatics.

You were first waiting for Mattheo on a bench in the courtyard, but you couldn’t stop your legs from bouncing, therefore you found a place beneath a tree, attempting to read the same three lines of a book Hermione had loaned you the other day. 

When Mattheo found you and finally sat down next to you, you shut your book immediately, letting out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank Godric, you’re here.” It didn’t go unnoticed by you the way a pair of dimples christened his cheeks, “Miss me already, pretty girl? S’barely been twelve hours.” 

You shoved his shoulder lightly, trying to resist the pink that tinted your cheeks at the nickname he used, “Not at all, I’ve been sitting here for the better part of twenty minutes, mind you. Thought maybe you decided to ditch me.” Mattheo shrugged, “M’always late. You’re gonna have to get used to that. And I would never ditch you, we’re soulmates, love. You’re stuck with me for life.” 

He had a childlike grin on his face when he said that latter part and you couldn’t help the slight notion of butterflies that seemed to flutter in your stomach or the smile that appeared on your face.

All last night you thought it was going to be difficult to fall for Mattheo, but maybe the universe knew something when it paired you two together. 

“So how did your friends take the news?” You tried to keep voice neutral, but you really were worried about their responses. Mattheo leaned back against the tree, “They were shocked for sure, Draco took it the hardest. He was more worried about having to spend more time with Potter than me being with you though. Told him that would probably be more rare than he anticipated. W’bout yours?”

You nodded, “Not as bad as I thought, actually. Mione was understanding, as always. Harry was actually pretty good about it, but very skeptical. Ron actually took it the worst, but he’s just protective. Basically like me brother.” 

“How d’ya mean?” 

You leaned back against the tree yourself, shoulder to shoulder now with Mattheo. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and you wondered if his skin was always warm to the touch, “Both my parents are aurors so they travel a lot. They didn’t think it was safe for me to go with them, so Ron’s mum offered for me to stay at theirs whenever it was needed. Turns out it was needed more times than not growing up.” 

Mattheo nodded, listening intently as you spoke. You both started asking surface questions about each other; favorite color (he said black), favorite hobby (quidditch), favorite class (free period). 

When both your friend groups came looking for you after lunch period Mattheo asked if you would go to Hogsmead with him over the weekend. You agreed, finding yourself wanting to get to know more about him. Over the next two months you went to Hogsmead with Mattheo at least one day during each weekend. 

You slowly learned that his favorite candy was fizzing whizbees, having to stop at Honeydukes every trip for him to grab some. You learned that he was actually very intelligent even though he tried to seem like he wasn't, as he was passing all of his classes even though he skipped half of them. You learned that even though Draco was older than him, he felt like an older brother to his cousin. And maybe your favorite thing that you learned, purely on accident, was that if you squeeze just above his hip that he was incredibly ticklish. 

Throughout all of this you still hadn’t kissed. You kept telling yourself (and your friends) that you didn’t want to, but the more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself yearning for it. There were times of lingering touches; his hand on your lower back as he guided you into a building, his fingertips brushing yours as you walked, his leg pressing against yours while you sat next to each other in the courtyard or at the Three Broomsticks. 

Hermione, the ever observant friend that she was, noticed your shift in attitude towards Mattheo even before you did. So when she cornered you in the common room, demanding you tell her your true feelings it was almost a relief to let it all out. 

“I think I might actually like him, Mione. Like, I know that sounds like something an insane person would say, that they like Mattheo Riddle, like romantically, like someone who isn’t just some daft bimbo, but there's just so much more to him that he lets people see.”

Hermione can’t help but laugh, “I get what you mean. Harry and Ron are coming around, you know. They see how happy you look when you’re with him.” 

You tilt your head slightly at this, “What do you mean how happy I look?” 

Hermione just shakes her head with a smile, “Like you’re with your person.” You can’t escape the blush that creeps up your neck and covers your cheeks. Hermione’s giggling at you now, “Have you still not kissed him yet?” 

You scoffed, “Godric, no.” She pushed your shoulder playfully, “Well why not, y/n/n? Don’t you want to?” 

You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers, “I mean…I think so? But he just hasn’t really…gone for it, you know?” 

She nodded in solidarity, “Oh I know, trust me. I had to make the first move with Ronald. Maybe you have to do the same thing?” 

You contemplated her words. They invaded a space in your brain for the rest of the night, then the rest of the next morning, and through dinner, and even now as you stood leaning against the railing in the astronomy tower waiting for Mattheo to meet you. 

When you heard him coming up the steps you turned only to see him with the sweetest smile on his face. “Hey pretty girl,” he greeted as he enveloped you in a hug. “Hi, Teo,” you had donned the nickname on him your third or so time at Hogsmead. He gave you a good squeeze before letting go, his arms still lingering on your waist with yours around his neck, “What’d you wanna talk about?” 

His question was innocent, no implications in his voice that he expected anything beyond you wanting to see him. With Hermione’s advice in the back of your head you knew you needed to just act, as any more talking might lead to you psyching yourself out. 

You slid your hands down from his neck, grasping lightly to the lapel of his blazer. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the action, the smallest of smirks on his face. 

Without giving yourself time to overthink you pull him into you, lips crashing against yours. He’s shocked at first, but just for a moment before he responds, walking you back until you’re pressed against the stone wall.

One of his hands slides up your body, ghosting over your stomach and the valley of your breasts before settling lightly on your neck. The implication of the hand gesture makes you whimper slightly and Mattheo takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your hands find his hair, tugging lightly at the curls.

When he finally pulls away you find yourself chasing his lips and he smiled at the reaction. “I think I could kiss you forever,” his forehead is resting against yours, lips still so close you can feel his breath on your own. “Yeah?” you laugh a little, smile only increasing when he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Yeah, pretty girl. Forever.”