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bunnylove1 · 8 months ago

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hi love!

i was thinking maybe you could write something about carmilla or rosie (if you write for them) or velvette (or all three separately if you want😭) like being in a secret relationship with them and sneaking out and stuff?:3 (you can add some smut if you feel like it!!)

ignore me if your requests aren’t open, have a great day/night lovely!🩷

•.Rose buds, cellphone calls and bubbles.•

•.~a Rosie, Velvette and Carmilla HC!

•.~warnings! Velvette kinda being a tease, fluff and mentions of reader getting hurt.

•.~ ugh one of my most loyal fans you have certainly put me out of writers block with this request THANK YOU

Rosie

•Rosie and you have been dating for a while, and it wasn’t her idea to sneak your relationship around, she takes pride in everything she does, the idea was yours. You didn’t want some sinners stalking you and or hurting you because you’re dating an overlord. Just not the way you want to live down there. But you also didn’t want to not see your girlfriend either. So it become a nightly thing that you would sneak off to Rosie’s shop were she also happens to live. So sneaking up to her room was no big deal,

“Sweetie!, how’ve you been doll” she grasped you in a big hug smothering you with her love and affection, she guided you to the couch and sat you down, “oh you know the usual nothing big but nothin to small” she giggled at you joke, your guys relationship was still like you were best friends but now with intimate nights and puppy kisses.

Going out and about was surely no problem she just couldn’t hold you in anyway or kiss you either which, really bugged her. She wanted to show you off as her partner take pride in who she has to herself. But she understood why you didn’t want to tell anyone, she’s offered you endless of protection from her. But you simply just decline every time saying “it’s to much work for you” which bugged her even more that you thought she wouldn’t do anything to keep you safe.

“Darling” Rosie put her hand on your shoulder, “I want us to be public, please doll.” Your eyes went wide knowing this is what she always wanted “I-i Rosie you know why it can’t be-“ she cut you off “no this is what you thought would be best. Sweetie I would always protect you even in your dreams” she tucked your hair behind you ear “please, I want everyone to know” you couldn’t help but give in to her sweet tone “okay…okay fine. I guess I was over reacting a little” she gave you a peck on the cheek

She was really happy with you decision and let’s be clear you were too, after being public for a while everyone adore your relationship. And you can’t argue any more your relationship WAS pretty great

Velvette

See velvette didn’t like the fact you had to sneak out just to see her, you lived at the hazbin hotel. Let’s just say a certain red radio demon prohibited you too be seen with any of the vees.

Not only were you pissed Alastor set rules like he was your father but, everyone already knew you and velvette were a thing.

Velvette offered you to stay at the vees with her. And leave that ragged bitchy place. You thought about it, and I mean THOUGHT but Charlie always begged and she and you had became close and you couldn’t do that to a friend

So that’s when it lead you too, climbing out your window on the 2 story and falling hurting you ass as you landed just to sneak off and see you precious girlfriend.

At some point when you got the her room she had sat you down on her bed to have a serious talk to you, “baby cakes, you need to set boundaries with them. I’m tired of not being able to go on public dates with you and only seeing you at night.” It was true the only time you saw her was at night, she had placed her hands on the inners of your thighs, “please sugar for me~” she teased

Ugh it was so hard to not say no to her. “I-I I’ll try but I can’t promise anything vel” she nodded and moved her hand to your neck softly grasping it pulling you close to her face “fine fine just..as long as I see you more” you giggled as she finally kissed you. You guys spent the rest of the night watching cheesy romance movies crying when the character died and the other was left heartbroken.

Eventually you had to go back, you went your usual route, passing through Pervy sinners and cracked up whores you made it to the hotel. But before you could go to your window Alastor pulled you inside setting you down in front of a worried Charlie, “where have you been! We went to invite you to a dinner but you weren’t anywhere in the hotel” Charlie seemed sickly worried, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry.

“Look Charlie, I have a girlfriend and I’m not allowed to see her because YOU set a rule that we’re not allowed to see anyone from the vees which it just fucking stupid.” You pointed to Alastor waving your finger around as you do so. “I want to set boundaries. I’m allowed to see my girlfriend.” You rub your templates Charlie spoke up “I get it. I mean I would be hurt if I wasn’t able to see vaggie,” she looked at Vaggie placing her hand around her waist “here how about, you can see your girlfriend as long as you don’t take there side?” You looked up at her a bright smile posted on your face

“OMG thank you thank you thank you!! HA! Suck that you strawberry looking ass!” You said to Alastor flipping him the bird before running to your girlfriend’s place.

Let’s just say life with vel after being able to see her every day was never boring.

Carmilla

Let’s say one thing she was the one who wanted it to be private. One to keep you safe and Two she likes things to be private and not having someone being in the middle of your relationship.

I wouldn’t consider you having to sneak out to see her, more of a be more aware when you coming over thing. She likes the time she has with you so she savours it all, ever. Last. Drop off it.

I like too see Carmilla as a bubble bath girl, she likes taking bubble baths with you. Not only so you get alone time without some weirdos trying to see you guys “hanging out”. But also she likes to see your hair wet and it’s a plus that she likes to wash your body. I mean the girl has two daughters.

It took a lot of convincing to let your relationship go public. She’s always tell you why? You would explain why and she would just brush it off saying she was sorry and that she doesn’t want anything happening to you.

“Baby please. I wanna be able to hold your hand in public” you grabbed your lovers arm and looked her in the eyes, “I know mi amor I know, I just I don’t know if we can” you look away from her face “will we ever.” You mouth spoke the truth. It wasn’t like you didn’t get to see her, but you wanted things to be like that even out of private spaces. She cupped your face “mi amor of course it will, but just not right now.” I couldn’t help but just nod you trusted her.

Sooner than later a year into your relationship, Carmilla took your hand while you guys were walking to the meeting. Your eyes went big as she held it tight every demon looking at you guys with wide mouths and eyes that were popping out of there eyes

“C-Carmilla” she looked down at you a eyebrow rising, “yes mi amor, is there a problem” you just smiled and shook your head “no not at all” after that day you guys kept most stuff private but now people knew that you guys were dating.

•.~OMG THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR SOME REASON IM SO HAPPY HOW THIS CAME OUT

•.~ I hope this is what you wanted! If not let me know!

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strawberryonfire · 2 years ago

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Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes Pt. 2

Molly: You have to apologize to Anthony.

Arackniss: Ugh, fine.

Arackniss @ Angel: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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Angel: If you can't beat them, dress better than them.

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Charlie, Molly, Niffty: I can help you with it!

Crymini: Yeah, sure

Angel, Cherri, Lucifer: Bold of you to assume I did the homework

Alastor, Husk, Vaggie: lol Nope

Sir Pentious, Tom Trench: Wait, we had homework???

Katie Killjoy, Arackniss, Henroin, Lilith, Baxter:*Read 5:55pm*

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Charlie: Violence isn't the answer.

Alastor: You know what, my dear? You're right.

Charlie: *sighs in relief*

Alastor: Violence is the question.

Charlie: What?

Alastor, pulling out a knife and looking at Angel: And the answer is YES.

Charlie, running after him: NO-

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Husk: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Valentino, holding an antique bottle: Is this whisky or perfume?

Velvette: *chugs entire bottle*

Velvette: It's perfume.

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*Cherri and Angel sitting in jail together*

Cherri: So, who should we call?

Angel: I'd call Vaggie, but I feel safer in jail.

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Vox: Hey, Val, what kind of flowers do you like?

Val: Sunflowers.

Vox, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

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Niffty, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Husk, entering with a small cut on his ankle: Who the f-

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Rosie: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Alastor: What?

Mimzy: What?

Husk: What?

Niffty: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

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Aracknniss: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Vaggie: What? No, I-

*Angel enters the room*

Arackniss & Vaggie: *jaw clenches*

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*when the squad drops food on the ground*

Alastor: Eh, oh well.

Charlie: FIVE SECOND RULE!

Husk: FUCK!

Vaggie: *just gets more food*

Niffty: *drops to her knees and mourns the food*

Angel: *eats the food off the ground*

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Angel: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella?

Arackniss: Don't ever speak to me again.

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Alastor: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Charlie: Oh fiddlesticks.

Alastor: Look, I know this is a a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Angel: Vaggie has no idea I'm high.

Vaggie: YOU'RE HIGH?!

Angel: Oh, I'm sorry.

Angel, leaning over to Husk: Vaggie has no idea I'm high.

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Husk: We're playing scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Alastor: Scrabble? But Scrabble's great.

Husk: Not when you're playing with NIffty, it's not. She puts words like 'ephemeral' and I put 'dog'.

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Charlie: Is that a gun?!

Angel: It's not what it looks like!

Charlie: It looks like a gun!

Angel: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot anymore.

Charlie: ...ANYMORE?!

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Okay, I know that Vaggie is a Lesbian and Angel is gay, but I just love this ship. Please don't attack me.

Angel: Can you at least cut me some slack, Vags? I'm sort of in love.

Vaggie: I'm sorry, but that's not my problem.

Angel: I'm in love with you.

Vaggie, now blushing: O-oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Charlie: Hey Angel? Can I get some dating advice?

Angel: Just because I'm with Vaggie doesn't mean I know how I did it.

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kyoaeri · 8 months ago

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𐙚 love you twice / yang jungwon 정원

the first time you met jungwon should’ve been the last. you were young, so young that you probably shouldn’t remember it now, but it lingers in your mind like a stain you can’t quite wash out.

“you’re so useless! ugh, i knew we should’ve never let a girl play with us.”

you remember tears running down your face, upset and humiliated at your classmate’s words. you had just wanted to play with them, was that so bad? sure, you were a girl, but you were just as good at soccer as they were! despite that, you were obviously at a disadvantage here. they were never going to hear you out in the first place. even so, you stood your ground in front of your classmate, tears threatening to spill over once more while you desperately searched for something to say in retaliation.

“hey, leave her alone. she was doing well, so let’s just get back to the game. picking on people isn’t cool, dude.”

your head whipped around at that, searching for the source of the words. you were torn between being thankful and being annoyed. you didn’t need anyone else to fight your battles for you, and you were about to say just that when your eyes made contact with his. sharp, inquisitive eyes, rosy cheeks, dimples. you knew of yang jungwon, but had never spoken directly to him. and for ten-year-old you, someone like him defending you like that made your heart flutter.

“thanks,” you muttered, unwilling to meet his eyes for a second time. the game continued, but that instance remained on your mind, distracting you from whatever issue you were meant to be focusing on. that should’ve been your warning to stay away from yang jungwon, but of course you didn’t heed it. how could you, when it was him?

the second time you’d even spoken to jungwon, you were both a little older, a little wiser, and a little more mature. you’d been assigned to work together on a biology project, and while you had thought you’d overcome your elementary school crush, your inability to focus on anything besides him proved you wrong. everything he was saying about cells and their parts went into one ear and out the other, because all you could do was focus on his hair, his eyes, the way he was so immersed in whatever topic he was rambling about-

“—yn? you good?”

you couldn’t suppress the heat rushing to your cheeks at that, embarrassed to be caught in your (admittedly obvious) staring.

“yeah, i’m fine! just tired, sorry.”

you’d finished the rest of the project without much difficulty, though you couldn’t keep the disappointment from showing on your face when jungwon left to go home. you’d sighed heavily at the realization that you’d just embarrassed yourself in front of the boy you’d pined over for four years already, but what was more damning was the realization that this “little crush” wasn’t going away.

you were right. even two years later, the person who appeared when you closed your eyes and dreamed bore jungwon’s smile, his eyes, his dimples, his essence. you’d tried things out with other guys, yeah, but none of them sparked your heart alive like jungwon did. jungwon was fireworks, sparkling against the dark palette of the night sky. he was the one you imagined in front of you even as others confessed their love for you. you longed to kiss his lips, to be the one confessing for once in your life, to hold him close without any qualms. even so, when the opportunity finally came, you hesitated to reach out and snatch it.

“who wants to play seven minutes in heaven?” your best friend, ningning, shouted, met with cheers and whoops from various classmates. she was throwing a party to celebrate the end of the school year, which was coming up soon. the room was almost unrecognizable, filled with people and substances you were pretty sure highschoolers shouldn’t have been consuming. your brain, addled from the noise and atmosphere, told you it would be a great idea to write your name down on a little paper slip and hand it in to be put in the mix with everyone else’s. you were no stranger to rejecting others’ advances, but the small chance of being paired up with jungwon spurred you on in your efforts. you’d almost forgotten about the game when ningning began reading out the pairs. your name wasn’t called, and you were beginning to regret your decision to submit yourself. you contemplated leaving, promising to yourself you’d make it up to ningning somehow. you were heading for the door when you heard your name called. wait, what??

“okay, our next pair is . . . yn and jungwon!”

you caught ningning’s eye, astonished. she smirked, motioning to jungwon. you couldn’t meet his eyes, but you headed for the closet anyway. it was just seven minutes, and you two were friends. don’t make it awkward, you repeated to yourself as you walked in numbly. ningning shut the door on you with a wink and you were alone with jungwon.

“yn?”

your close proximity to each other became apparent to you as his breath tickled your ear. you turned to face him, trying to make out his face in the dark.

“hi, jungwon.”

the words came out breathy, your lungs gasping for air in the cramped closet. it all happened so fast, his arm touching yours, and suddenly your fingers were grasping for the back of his head and your lips were meeting, and the fireworks you’d tried so hard to suppress were going off once more. you broke away, gasping for breath once more.

“i’m sorry, jungwon, i-”

he cut you off with another kiss, and your body automatically relaxed at his touch.

“i’ve liked you ever since that day in fifth grade, you know that? you were always too fucking pretty for your own good.”

heat rushed into your cheeks, and you tightened your grip on his hair.

“i could say the same about you, mr. ‘leave her alone.’ did you have to be so charming?”

the smile on your face was apparent in your voice, so jungwon could tell even though you were still in the dark. you went to pull him in for another kiss when you were rudely interrupted by the light of the party outside. you and jungwon instantly sprung apart, leaving only your hands connected. ningning met your eyes and smiled knowingly.

“looks like you two had some fun!” she said, met with some cheering from others that made you flush pink. the other partygoers quickly forgot about it when ningning began reading the next pair, though, so you didn’t worry too much about it.

“wanna get out of here?” jungwon whispered to you, and you nodded, squeezing his hand. you sent a quick goodbye text to ningning and left with jungwon, butterflies glittering in your heart.

and if you came to school the next day with a boyfriend to call your own, well, that was nobody’s business but yours (and ningning’s).

hope this is ok like i kinda suck at writing romance guys !!

#enha ౨ৎ #enhypen #enha #enha imagines #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #enhypen x you #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enha oneshots #enha fluff #enhypen fluff #i might take this down later cause idk if i like it or not

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reidingmelodies · 4 years ago

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His God-Given Solace (Part II)

Summary: Derek and Penelope are determined to make you and Spencer realize your feelings- turns out, they’re a bit behind.

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4.1K Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader; Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan Includes: Kissing, Light Mentions of Food/ Alcohol, Brief Mention of Injury A/N: Thanks for all the love on part one, ily all tons ♡

Something was different. It was obvious in the way Spencer’s cheeks no longer matched the color of rubies when your name was mentioned. It was especially prevalent in the way you no longer fought Penelope when she claimed you were in love with Boy Wonder, instead opting to shrug and walk away with a ‘whatever you say, Pen’ thrown in her direction.

Thinking back on it now, Penelope couldn’t even remember the last time the two of you had interacted during work hours unless it was for a case. Her and Derek had been working overtime at getting the two of you together for the past few months, but as far as she could tell the only thing they’d done was pull you both apart.

***

Four Months Ago:

“We need to do something, Der! You should’ve seen Y/N when I mentioned her having feelings for Spencer this morning- it was so obvious” Penelope’s voice was hushed, eyes steadily fixed on the doorway as Derek sighed and rested his palm on her shoulder.

“I know,” he murmured, fingers steadily tracing patterns over the wool of her cardigan, “Reid was the same way. I don’t know what else we can do besides let them figure it out themselves though”.

A twinkle made its way to Penelope’s eye, mind already swirling with the ways she could prematurely force the two of you to admit your love.

With a raise of her brow she stood, fingers moving to dance along the edge of her lover’s jawline “Are you doubting my skills, Derek Morgan?”

His heart skipped a beat, putting a silent prayer of thanks into the universe for blessing him with the goddess that is Penelope Garcia. “Never, baby girl”, he let out in a gentle murmur, sealing his affirmation with a series of light kisses against her fingertips.

She beamed, pulling her fingers from his lips and instead using them to clutch the warm fabric of his collar and effectively bringing his lips closer to hers. She sealed the gap between their lips with bated breath, feeling time stop as she relished in the feel of his lips much like it did the first time they shared a kiss, and with each of the infinite amount of kisses they’ve shared since.

His left hand found purchase in the strands of her hair, his right swiftly moving to pull her hips flush against his. As a slight gasp left her lips he inwardly shivered, mind quickly moving to contemplate the chances of them losing their jobs for initiating some very not safe for work behavior. Luckily for both of them (because there was no way they were going to stop on their own accord), the clearing of a throat in the doorway snapped them both out of their reverie.

Their lips separated with the force of two opposing forces, bodies moving to leave a foot of space in between as they laid eyes on their intruder. Spencer was leaning against the doorway, shrinking into himself as his eyes roamed the room and a rosy-red hue made its way up his neck.

He cleared his throat, sparing a glance at the couple on the opposite side of the room. “I- I um- I hate to break up this love fest... but we’ve got a case”. With that, he turned on his heel and made his way to the conference room as fast as his feet would carry him.

Derek and Penelope swiftly followed in silence, but not without sharing a grin behind their friend’s back.

And as the two of them sat around the round table waiting for Hotch to begin the briefing they couldn’t help but notice the way you and Spencer gravitated towards one another. Your body found home in the seat next to his, both of your torsos twisted to face the other as he whispered something in your direction, no doubt regaling his tale of the compromising position he had found Derek and Penelope in.

You stifled your laugh under your hand, his lips twisting into a smile as a result of your happiness. The love was ever prevalent between the two of you, and as Derek and Penelope locked eyes a silent conversation took place between the pair: Let’s do this.

The days that followed found the team in Boston, the nights bleeding into mornings as the team was entirely buried in a case. On day six, the capture of the unsub as well as the saving of three hostages left the team in a state of bliss that Penelope took full advantage of in the hours before her family arrived home, busying herself with plans to unite the most stubborn people she knows.

And later that night, as she found herself cuddled into Derek’s side enthusiastically catching him up to speed on her ideas, a plan was officially put into action.

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Three Months Ago:

“Hello my loves!” Penelope’s vivacious voice carried through the bullpen, her hands coming to rest on the back of the chairs you and Spencer were currently lounging on.

You glanced up at her, a smile immediately breaking out on your face as you took in the charismatic expression on her face.

“Hey Pen!” you whirled around in your chair, swiveling to face her as Spencer did the same.

“What are you two up to tonight, say around 7 or so?” She questioned you both, inquisitively observing the way Spencer’s eyes immediately gravitated to yours as if the answer to all of life’s mysteries laid in your hands.

Your eyes found his, and as the seconds passed Penelope felt as though she was intruding on a silent conversation. She watched as his eyebrows rose in your direction, your head slightly nodding in response and the smallest of smiles gracing both of your features.

“I’m free, so whatever you’re planning I’m in,” you declared with a smile and Spencer’s nod of agreement followed, albeit much more hesitant than your own.

The desire to ask about whatever it was that just transpired between the two of you was strong, but she and Derek had agreed that they’d be in charge of situation making but leave the actual falling in love part to the two of you.

She was definitely regretting that choice now.

“Great!” She started, placing her hand on her heart and leaning in close to her favorite lovebirds, “because Derek and I are going to see a movie tonight and I just know you’ll both love it!”

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he looked up at her, “What movie is it? If it’s the new sci-fi about the explorations of space then you’re definitely right. Did you know that they based the entire premises of the movie on Explorer 1?”

“I didn’t know that Boy Genius, but what I do know is you’re gonna have a great time tonight even though that’s not the movie we’re seeing,” on that note she left the pair to her own devices, but not before hearing you tell Spencer that the movie he was talking about seemed interesting and you should definitely go see it together (but not without teaching you about Explorer 1 first).

Yeah. You were definitely in love with him.

***

The movie was the definition of awful. The acting was brutal, the plot made no sense, and Penelope couldn’t believe this was the number one romance movie in the country.

What wasn’t awful though? Watching yours and Spencer’s romance come to life two seats down from her.

Penelope’s fingers were intertwined with Derek’s, his thumb tracing patterns against her skin. She nuzzled her head in the space between his neck and shoulder, laying a kiss on the fabric of his shirt as she twisted her body towards his, eyes drifting towards her favorite couple-to-be on the other side of him.

“As much as I wish this cuddle was just for me, baby,” Derek mumbled against her hair, “you’re using me to take a peek at Pretty Boy and his Pretty Girl aren’t you?”

She let out a noise of affirmation, lifting her head for a slight second to peck his lips before returning to the warmth that seemed to always radiate from his body. “Mmm-hmm and it’s working. Now let me spy in peace”.

Derek chuckled, taking a moment to look at you and Spencer from his vantage point. Spencer was sitting to the right of him, a container of popcorn settled on his lap. Every now and then your fingers would inch towards the bucket to grab a few pieces of your own, but not without brushing against his arm each time.

Derek watched as Spencer’s cheeks flushed each time your skin made contact with his, each flush accompanied by the brightest smile he’d ever seen on his friend’s face. He watched as you stole a glance up at Spencer whenever you thought he wasn’t looking, your lips slightly parted as you admired his soft features.

And later that night, when he and Penelope were lightly swinging their joined hands and observing the two of you from a short distance?

The mumbled conversations about space and the lingering glances between the two of you left one thing for certain in the couple’s eyes- you were definitely in love.

***

Two Months Ago:

“So, I was thinking we can have the team over for board game night,” Penelope’s voice rang from the bathroom as Derek got settled into their bed.

He shook his head, knowing exactly where his girlfriend was going with this, “and by the team you mean Reid and Y/N, right?”

Her melodic laugh met his ears, and he knew then and there that he got it right in one shot. He watched as she made her way into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of their bed to brush her hair.

She turned to look at him, letting out a brief sigh. “I thought they’d be together by now, I don’t know what they’re waiting for! But last time we said anything they were all weird about it and just- ugh!” Her head fell back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her torso and laid a brief kiss on her head.

“As much as I love those two, I’d rather we didn’t talk about them in our bedroom, babe,” he smiled as she turned in his arms, her face moving until it was within an inch of his own.

His lips puckered, eyes slightly closing as he felt her warm breath fan over his mouth. As her lips brushed against his own he moved his hand to grasp her cheek, but when deepened the kiss she pulled back until her lips were just out of reach of his.

“Does this mean we can host game night on Friday?” she asked in the most innocent voice she could muster, lightly drawing her fingers down his side until he flipped them over, leaving his figure looming over hers.

“We can do whatever you want Baby Girl- just kiss me already,” he let out with a groan. And, well, who was Penelope to turn down a request like that?

***

Friday night came, and Derek found himself sitting between Penelope and JJ on the sofa, his gaze steady on your figure as you wiped away tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes. Spencer was jumping up and down, trying to give you all as many hints as he could at his word, but so far all he was doing was creating the perfect ammo for future blackmail attempts.

“Spence, what are you even doing?” JJ laughed from her spot next to Derek, falling into Emily’s arm that rested on the edge of the sofa as the two let their screeches of joy reverberate off the apartment walls.

Derek joined in, letting out a chuckle of his own. “Are you supposed to be a kangaroo or something?”

He watched as Spencer’s cheeks began to brighten, his jump faltering and his arms beginning to rise as he tried to think of another way to get his point across.

Turns out, there wasn’t a need as you leaned back from your spot on the floor and gently shoved Derek’s knee. He playfully scoffed, meeting your eyes as you glanced up at him. “Alright, Y/N, what do you think he’s doing then?”

A widespread grin made its way to your face and you tilted your head to lock eyes with Spencer. “Easy,” you proclaimed, “he’s pretending he’s in a mosh pit”.

A breathless “what?” left Emily’s lips at that, and even Hotch looked at you in confusion at your guess.

“Kid, I doubt that’s what he was doing,” Rossi started to let you down gently, only to have Spencer triumphantly place a piece of paper in his hand, the words mosh pit scrawled across the center in Penelope’s handwriting.

“Yes! I knew if anyone would get that it’d be you”, Penelope’s praise left a permanent smile on your face, one that only seemed to grow as Spencer claimed his spot next to you on the floor, his thigh coming to rest against yours.

Derek raised his brow in his girlfriend’s direction, a light squeeze of his thigh accompanied by a silent promise of I’ll tell you later. He brushed her hand in understanding, laying his focus on the pair in front of him for the time being.

The nervousness that was present a month prior at the movies was no longer there, instead replaced by an almost familiar sense of comfort between the two of you. When your hand brushed against Spencer’s as you gestured with your hands in the midst of a story he simply smiled, completely embracing the feeling of your skin against yours.

And when his palm brushed against your back later that night as you were putting your coat on there wasn’t a blush in sight. The actions spoke volumes to Derek, the comforting nature of your reactions a far cry from where the two of you were a month prior.

It was an odd change in pace, one that threw him for a loop because since when was Dr. Spencer Reid comfortable with casual touches?

In Derek’s mind, there was only one explanation that made sense- it was love.

***

One Month Ago:

So, maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe she and Derek were completely off their game, instead pushing two friends into something neither actually wanted. At least that was the only reasonable explanation Penelope could find for the two of you still not dating.

Her and Derek had tried everything. After she heard about how comfortable you both had been the month prior at game night she was convinced that you had admitted your feelings for each other behind closed doors.

Now though? Now it was like you barely spared a glance at each other unless it was an absolute necessity. Casual touches had become a thing of the past, the space between the two of you widening with each wayward glance cast your way.

She made it a habit to bring Spencer up in conversations with you, and likewise with him, as often as she could, but she was met with a diplomatic response each time, you face schooled into a poker face so perfect she thought you were both taking lessons from Hotch.

As she made her way home with Derek that night she couldn’t help but bring up the thought had been plaguing her mind. “I just don’t understand how a few months ago I was telling you he looked at her the same way you looked at me and now it’s like they’re strangers”. Her tone was quiet, head downturned in defeat as she thought back on the past few months versus the past two weeks.

A hum of agreement left Derek’s lips, his hand leaving the steering wheel to give hers a subtle squeeze. “I don’t think they’re strangers, baby- there’s definitely something there but maybe they just need some space from our constant hovering. Trust me, she’s still His God-Given solace,” he smiled at the chuckle that left her lips before he continued “even if they’re both in denial”.

“They really are in denial, aren’t they?” Penelope laughed, laying a kiss on his cheek once they reached a red light. “Thank you, my love,” she whispered.

“Anything for you, P, you know that,” he responded with a slight smirk, “even helping you and your schemes”.

***

The spying continued in the gentlest of ways ten days later when the pair found themselves face to face with the two of you at the end of a rough case. Penelope was waiting for the team at the elevator when you arrived, her arms instantly flinging to wrap around Derek.

His lips found solace in her hair, the scent of her shampoo and the overall feeling of home already bringing color back to the dreary state of his heart.

“How is she?” Penelope whispered against his neck, hand moving to gently rub his back.

Derek sighed, shifting his head to steal a glance at you. You were leaning against your desk, your eyes glazed over as you examined the stitches on your hand. You had come face to face with the unsub during the last case, and while you were lucky to escape with a concussion and a deep laceration to your hand it was too close of a call for comfort.

He sighed as he watched a tear escape your eye and moved to take a step back from Penelope to check on you. But before he moved an inch, Spencer was there with his hands gently cradling your head as you cried into his shoulder.

Derek watched as your arms encircled his neck, your fingers making contact with the loose strands of Spencer’s hair. He watched as Spencer’s lips brushed against your ear, his mouth moving with unheard words of reassurement.

You nodded as he pulled away, and the smallest of smiles graced your lips for the first time since you boarded the plane nearly a week and a half ago. Spencer grinned in return, his hands grasping the purple scarf wrapped around his neck, swiftly moving to wrap it around yours instead before he pulled you in for yet another hug.

The tears were still trekking down your cheeks, but the slight smile remained as you closed your eyes and nuzzled into his chest. There was no doubt in Derek’s mind as he watched the two of you together again after weeks of avoidance.

“She’ll be just fine, Sweetness,” he murmured against the top of Penelope’s head, sparing one last look at you and Spencer finding solace in one another in the middle of the bullpen.

And well, comfort like that? It could only mean one thing- it was love.

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Present Day:

As if no time had passed at all, Penelope and Derek found themselves back at the bar that had started it all. In the weeks after your recovery you and Spencer had begun to distance again, the memories of the night Derek had witnessed him comforting you resembled a long lost dream at this point. If Penelope hadn’t looked back at the footage to see it for herself, he would have thought he made it up entirely.

Nowadays, they were lucky if the two of you talked during a case.

But, something else was different that night. Penelope watched as Spencer excused himself from his conversation with Hotch, leaving the table to ‘get some air outside’. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but what was unexpected was the way you left the table to ‘use the bathroom’ only to turn left instead of right once you got there and heading out the doors Spencer had disappeared from.

And, well, there was no way Penelope wasn’t going to check that situation out.

She laid her palm against Derek’s thigh, playfully rolling her eyes as he wiggled her eyebrows in his direction.

She tilted her head towards the door once their eyes fully met, an unspoken command of let’s follow them dancing between their bodies. With one last sip of his beer, the two excused themselves and made their way out the door that had been graced with yours and Spencer’s presence only moments earlier.

The chill of the night air caused a shiver to run up Penelope’s arms, but nothing prepared her for the jolt of energy that ignited her soul when she spotted you and Spencer intertwined a few steps away.

Your hands laid their claim on Spencer’s torso, one bringing him closer to you by the back of his collar while the other remained settled against his side. His left hand continuously drew patterns on the plain of your side while his right held your face still and his lips hungrily moved against yours. The two of you were entirely lost in one another, the rest of the team clearly the last thing on either of your minds. It was a kiss of familiarity, and in that moment Penelope knew she and Derek had been played.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes meeting Derek’s who looked just as dumbstruck as she was.

“I-I’m sorry what’s happening here?!” Her sudden screech of shock caused you and Spencer to look up, both of you jumping five feet apart as if that would erase her memory of the kiss she just witnessed.

She stepped forward with a hand on her hip, eyes moving up and down yours and Spencer’s figures while she committed your look of guilt to memory.

“And just how long have the two of you been keeping this from us?”

The visible swallow in your throat explained everything she needed to know.

“A month? Two? Three?” Her onslaught of questions continued as Derek stepped forward and placed an arm around her waist, chuckling at the look on both of his faces.

“It’s um,” Spencer cleared his throat and moved to give your hand a squeeze (and Penelope just barely kept from jumping up and down at that). “It’s been 3 months, 17 days, 12 hours, and 27 minutes if we’re um- if we’re being technical”.

Derek’s hand clapped his friend’s shoulder, a proud grin overtaking his features. “Look at you, Pretty Boy! I had no clue you had it in you”.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Penelope’s praise released the tension in your shoulders, her acceptance all that mattered in that moment.

“Which one of our plans worked? And why were you acting like you hated each other?! We were so worried!”

“Wait what are you talking about?” Your nose crinkled in confusion at her questioning, turning to Spencer who looked just as confused as you felt. “We were trying to stay away from each other at work to keep things professional- but back to the important part- you guys made plans?”

Derek shook his head, gesturing towards Penelope with his right hand, “that’s all you, Baby Girl”.

She rolled her eyes at him, before facing you and Spencer, “when did you guys get together? Was it after the movie? Ooh or was it game night?!”

You laughed, thinking back on all the times you had caught them staring at you over the past few months. “No, actually- we ended up talking about how you thought I was in love with him about two weeks after we went to the bar a few months ago? Then Spencer told me Derek said the same and we realized you were right. We went on a few dates, and then that was that”.

Derek’s lips parted slightly, looking between the two of you in wonder. Because how two of the most clueless people in the FBI were able to get together so smoothly and keep it a secret was one of the greatest mysteries he’d ever heard. “That’s it?”

Spencer nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “That was it. We’re gonna head back inside. I guess it’s time we tell everyone else?” He threw a questioning glance your way and at your eager nod you both left Derek and Penelope standing in shock on the otherwise deserted street.

Penelope faced Derek, letting a laugh escape her lips at the absurdity of the situation. “So... we’re gonna consider this a win for us, right? This is our doing?”

A kiss was placed to her temple, Derek’s eyes portraying nothing but love and admiration for the woman in front of him. “It’s definitely our win, Sweetness”.

***

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gale-gentlepenguin · 4 years ago

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ML Fic: Per-Chat to Dream (Preview)

(So I have been working a bit on this fic idea. Which if you guys like it, I will be willing be setting up as my next big multi chapter fic. So make sure to comment and reblog if you like it.)

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The beeping of the alarm reverberated through the room

"Ugh..."

Adrien's eyes opened lazily.

He sat up and stretched his arms upward as he yawned.

"Morning Plagg." Adrien yawned as he got out of bed.

He sheepishly walked to the bathroom.

"That akuma last night really wrecked my sleep time." Adrien commented as he brushed his teeth. "Don't even remember how we beat it. But at this point, I can take a guess on how."

He finished brushing his pearly whites and quickly tamed his bed head to resemble his trademark hair style.

"I am sure Ladybug is just as tired as I am."

He quickly got dressed and made sure his backpack was packed.

"Come on Plagg, I know your sleepy, but I need you to get up."

He realized that there was no response. Normally the small cat kwami would be complaining that his alarm clock is jealous of his loving relationship with sleep.

Adrien walked over to the part of the bed Plagg would call his home.

"Went under the pillow to try and sleep more? Typical plagg." Adrien rolled his eyes with a smile.

He pulled the pillow up to reveal nothing.

"Plagg?"

Adrien felt his tiredness turn to annoyance. He didn't have time for hide and seek with the grumpy god. Thankfully, he knew a trick. to find the clever Kwami.

"Plagg! Claws out!"

After a few seconds, nothing had changed. Adrien was still very much Adrien, just posing like an idiot.

"Plagg! Claws out!" Adrien shouted louder.

Still no transformation.

"What is happening?" Adrien pulled his hand back and his eyes went wide to realize, the miraculous was missing!

"Oh no..."

Adrien felt his skin turn pale and a pit of worry in his gut. This felt like the worst case scenario. He needed to find his ring!

Adrien rushed to his bed, pulling up the covers, sheets, pillows and anything that could be potentially hiding his ring. He started looking around his bathroom. He checked the floors, tables, shelves, any small crevice he could think of. He had turned his room upside down with no success.

He felt his mind racing, where could the miraculous be? Did... did they lose that fight last night? Was that why he couldn't remember?! Did the akuma take the miraculous and Hawkmoth was victorious?!

He stops for a moment. He needed to calm down.

'Hold on, that can't be what happened. Wouldn't the world be all grim and depressing with butterflies everywhere if he won? I know! I can just check the ladyblog. Get the details on the akuma attack last night. Maybe I can get some details on what happened.'

Adrien rushes to his computer and goes into his favorites tab, only to find the Ladyblog wasn't in it. He shrugged it off, he can type in the URL manually. He quickly types it into the site search bar... only to find nothing.

"The Ladyblog is gone?" Adrien spoke in a stunned whisper.

He exited out of the browser only to take notice of his computer wallpaper.

It was a picture of him, and a beautiful girl. They were smiling. Her cheeks were rosy and her black hair was down. Her blue eyes as blue as the sky. He looked at the picture of him closely, the way his eyes weren't even looking at the camera. They were fixed on the girl. He felt his heart beat a bit.

When did he have this picture taken? The last girl he dated was Kagami, and they didn't have any pictures together like this. Who was this gorgeous girl in the photo?

The blond teen looked closer, he knows she looked familiar. He felt like he knew her... He shook it off. Right now he didn't have time to figure out who the cute girl was, he had to figure out what happened to Plagg, to his miraculous.

"If only I could contact my lady..." Adrien sighed deeply. This would have been one of those situations where knowing her identity would have been beneficial.

He gets up from his desk chair. He needed to head to school anyway. He was relieved that his father probably wouldn't notice him leaving the house later then normal.

He grabbed his backpack and carefully made his way downstairs, when he heard something highly unusual, Laughter. But even weirder, it was his father laughing.

Adrien felt a chill go down his spine, was there some sort of akuma that was forcing people to laugh? And he didn't have plagg to help.

He rushed down the stairs and pushed his back to the wall. He listened closely. He needed to know the situation.

"...And thats when you said it?" a voice that adrien recognized as his father asked. The voice sounded like it was trying to hold back laughter.

"No, that was before I was heading to the car. He was so keen on keeping me there." another voice spoke, it sounded so familiar to Adrien but he couldn't place it. The voice felt warm and comforting.

"Right, that was when he was offering to pay you double for reshooting the scene." Gabriel stated.

"Yep, and I said. 'I don't care if you triple my pay, I haven't seen my husband and son for 9 months! I am heading home." The woman emphasized.

"And then he tried to say he'd black list you?" Gabriel chuckled.

"Thats when I turned around, walked up to him, looked him dead in the eye and said: 'Look Jeremy, I don't give a butterfly's buttcheek about your threats. You should be thankful I decided to even act in this colossal disappointment of a movie. I am going home, and you can kiss my ring once your movie gets nominated for an Oscar."

Adrien realized he knew that voice. he moved from his hiding spot. Standing in the entry way of the dining room.

"Mom?" Adrien barely managed to speak.

The blond woman in the chair in the classy light pink business suit stood from her chair.

"And so my little sunshine rises. I was wondering when I would see you up? Sorry I haven't gone up to see you yet, I just got home and I needed to tell your father about the ordeal I..."

Adrien hugged his mother. Holding her tightly.

"You're back right? like this is really you?" Adrien was trying to figure out what was going on in this world. Was this really his mother? Was this all a dream? A crazy roller coaster of a dream.

"I missed you too honey." She hugged back. She turned her head to Gabriel. "Remind me to call Jeremy after this, I need to give him another verbal lashing for making my son miss me so much!"

"Will do." Gabriel nodded.

Adrien released the hug.

"I have so many questions..." Adrien started. But Gabriel noticed the time.

"Trust me son, you can ask your mother all about her latest movie after school. You are going to be late if you don't head off." Gabriel instructed.

Adrien felt this day get weirder. Seeing his dad so... happy felt like such an oddity.

His mind was a medley of thoughts that just didn't make sense.

"R-right. I will see you... both after school" Adrien said as he started heading to the door.

"Hold it!"

Adrien froze, his mind still processing the fact that his mother is here and very much alive.

She walks over to him. She kisses his forehead, the blond feeling a sense of calm he desperately needed. His mother always did know how to put him at ease.

"I am finally back, so you need to talk with that lovely girl you have been talking with and set up a time for us to all have dinner together."

"Girl?"

"Yes, don't try to play dumb. The girl that you have been dating for well over 6 months now. Just because I am away doesn't mean I don't follow up with things going on in your life. Your father has sent me some photos of the two of you, and I must say, your father should ask her to help model with you."

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up, he did see the photo of the girl she was referring to. So apparently that girl is his girlfriend?! He would probably feel lucky if he could figure out what exactly was going on.

"I... I will talk with her about it." Adrien managed to answer.

"Great! Now off you go!"

Adrien walked out the door and headed to the car where his driver was waiting like usual.

Though as he was about to get into the car.

"Love you!" he heard his mother call out.

Adrien looked to his mom, a smile slipped on his face.

"Love you too mom."

He hopped into the car and the driver drove off to the school.

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bunnyhoney111 · 3 years ago

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safe

pairing- dad!fred weasley x mom!reader

warnings- angst, mentions of blood, delores umbridge, fluff at the end

word count- 1.1k its so short im ashamed

(lmfao i dont even write for harry potter but i loved the idea of a fic like this so why not? honestly contemplating writing for hp just for fred and neville)

who would have thought? at the ripe age of seventeen in only your seventh year at hogwarts, becoming a mother was something you wouldn't resent. no, it was almost as if a hole in your heart had been filled and the rosy cheeked little bab in your arms was what did it.

you have mcgonagall to thank for the room you'd now shared with your lover, she had given you the privilege of raising your baby, together due to your predicament, so long as you continued your classes and did not make the same mistake that led to your predicament in the first place.

a sweet, small, read-headed baby girl was now sat in your arms as you watched fred twiddle with the end of his tie. “she wouldn't take a bottle.” he turned his head to look at you with guilt in his eyes. “i don't have time to feed her before class starts freddie, ugh.” you grunted in frustration.

but just staring down at the half-asleep baby whose drool coated her chin and cheeks dotted with freckles. you almost believed you'd be able to hold out until after your first class until her small fist reached up from the swaddle and rubbed harshly at her face and she whimpered quietly.

her eyes slightly opened, and you knew there was no way around this so with as much as a sweet smile from fred and a kiss to your cheek you folded your robes over your forearm and began popping the buttons of your top open.

with a loud huff you cradled the fiery red-heads neck until she latched and you were able to reposition you arm to hold her close to you. “she's starved fred,” you chuckled, glancing up at him, “there's no way she'll finish before i have to leave.”

like clockwork, the small alarm on your bedside table rang through the room, alerting you that breakfast started soon and you were absolutely famished after skipping most meals the past month. “help me up.” fred reached for your hand and gently pulled you up from the plush chair you were sat on.

you grabbed a small blanket and a burp cloth for when she finally finished, gingerly throwing them over your shoulder and heading towards the door, fred trailing behind. no one even batted an eye in your direction, with the exception of luna who'd stopped to inform you that she just adored the sweet baby and stroked her hair a few times.

your walk to breakfast was uninterrupted until george pulled fred away from your side to talk and he left you with a chaste kiss. looking down at your baby, a smile formed on your face at how content and peaceful she was, until you suddenly felt a sharp jab to your arm, your eyes darting up to face delores umbridge.

“what in gods name do you think your doing?” she snapped causing your brows to crease together. “walking to breakfast?” you stated incredulously. her jaw visibly tightened at your words as she stared at you with utter disgust.

“i mean, what are you doing walking around the halls with that bastard child attached to your teet, like a slut.” she was fuming and you gasped at her harsh words, expecting nothing less, yet still taken aback at the way she so easily insulted your baby.

“i'm feeding my ‘bastard child’ and walking to breakfast, hardly slutty if you ask me, delores.” you spit harshly towards her earning you a slap to the cheek with the back of her hand. it knocked you back a bit, immediately checking to make sure your baby was ok, not even acknowledging the burning of your cheek.

you brushed the soft locks from her eyes before pulling her from you, causing her to shift in discomfort. you turned to the nearest, trustable, student and passed her to hermione with a pleading look and she just held her close trying to soothe her as she watched your actions.

you were swiftly pulled back towards delores who was now dragging you towards her office, attempting to pull your shirt together with one hand to cover yourself. “you will not act like some no good whore in my school, y/n.” she said, pushing you into a chair and locked her door. pulling out a quill and some parchment, sliding them towards you on the desk.

“you will write ‘i will not be a slut’ until it sticks.” she said in a peppy but harsh, deliberate tone. you picked up the quill and in your messy handwriting, began sprawling the words across the page. a burning sensation appearing on the back of your hand, blood dripping from the slowly appearing words.

“ah, i- i think, i think it’s stuck.” you spit out with a gasp as the burning became unbearable.

“good. maybe from now on, you'll keep whatever it is you have to offer in the privacy of your room and not in my halls.”

you gripped the back of your hand, taking the time it took for her to open her door to quickly button your shirt back up. you rushed out and ran for the great hall, pushing the big doors open and not skipping a beat to crash into freds arms, his face struck with worry at what hermione had informed him.

“hey, hey love it's okay. mione got her to take the bottle, just- just breathe.” fred attempted to satiate your sobs as people began looking towards where the two of you stood. pulling away finally, you stalked over to where hermione still held the baby who was finally taking her bottle. you scooped her in your arms and sent hermione a grateful glance before taking your seat back next to fred.

“she's awful fred, the thing she said about our baby, the-the thing she did, she called me a slut fred.” you stuttered out, “she called me a slut for- for feeding my baby?�� your cheeks were hot and your under eyes were puffy.

“and, and she- she did this,” you pulled your hand from the baby's bum and revealed the carved words to fred. he grasped your hand and his mouth gaped in shock, “y/n, you've- we've got to tell someone.”

“they won't do shit, fred, they know the shit she's doing and let her get away with it.” you sighed as he rubbed his thumb iver your knuckles in a soothing manner. he brought his free hand to your chin and lifted your head to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, one full of love. it left you feeling weak in the knees, his touch was always so comforting.

“i love you, and i love our little bun. i promise you, i will take you away from this place and never let you feel less than whole ever again, love.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter #fred weasley angst #fred weasly fluff

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Leave the Cooking to Me (Sam x Rose x Reader)

Request: Sam x rose x reader. Where R was a part time chef so she’s always cooking their meals and the team is jealous of the good food

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog. We had way too much fun doing this one and spent way too much time looking up random food things. Gotta say that we are both a sucker for writing for Sam.

Sam and Rose were lucky and they would tell that to anyone who would listen to them. You weren’t just the sweetest human being they had ever met, or the most thoughtful. You were all of those things, and you knew how to cook. Not just recreationally either. You were the full fledged winner of Top Chef season 19, and the Sous chef at one of the hottest restaurants in Washington D.C.

“How can you make such good food dressed like that?” Sam asked, leaning over the island and resting her chin on her hand.

“What do you mean?” You raised your eyebrows at the woman, continuing to run your knife along the onion without looking at it.

“Don’t all of your skills come from your chefs coat?” Rose asked, sliding up beside you, her hand trailing under the back of your shirt. You shivered at the cold hand touching your skin.

“I’m not Iron Man. I can function without an outfit,” you said, rolling your eyes, as you grabbed an egg. You happened to like wearing an oversized pajama shirt and short-shorts while cooking. You never felt bad about spilling anything on them, since you didn’t exactly wear them in public. “Sam, since your hands aren’t literal icicles-” Rose stuck her tongue out at you playfully “- can you hold this and warm it up to room temperature while Rose helps me hold the pastry?”

“Ohhh what kind of pastry? Why is that filling purple?” Rose squealed. You knew how much she loved when you baked for them (especially considering those croissants you made them for special occasions). She pulled the bowl closer to her, and scrunched her nose when she saw the contents.

You may have had a good track record, but that color was crazy.

“It’s Spanakopita, but we’re going to experiment just a little bit. If you don’t like it you have to eat it anyway,” You shrugged, rolling out the dough onto a cutting board, and positioning Rose’s hands right where you wanted them.

“If you make it, we’re going to like it.” Sam snorted, and Rose raised her eyebrow at her.

You bit you lip, wilting just slightly. “I just got inspired, cause the beats are going to look so good in the risotto for the Arancini,”

“If it’s anything like that curry you made last time you got inspired, I think we’ll be ok,” Sam said, kissing your neck with a grin while you worked. You squeaked a little and jumped, hip-checking her to keep her away from accidentally touching the food.

“It’s just a shame Valentine’s day already happened,” Rose said, looking at the three bowls of filling in their various places on the counter or in the fridge, “Pink, red, and purple dishes would have made great themed appetizers for your restaurant!”

You snorted and shook your head. “I wish, we could do anything this interesting.” The arancini, maybe. The other two would probably be avoided like the plague for fear of any garlic or other lingering spices. “People are too bougie to enjoy the simple things like strangely colored foods.”

“Good thing we’re not!” Sam smiled broadly, stealing a piece of orange-colored pork from the bowl to your right.

“Yeah, we get all the sass and none of the class,” Rose giggled, barely avoiding your slap at her hand as she also stole a piece of pork.

Just then you heard singing from the couch. “We are family,” Sam stuffed the piece of pork in her mouth and jumped up to grab her phone from where it was wedged between the cushions. “I’ve got all my sisters and me.”

“Tha’s Kwsten,” She spoke through her mouthful then swallowed. Do you mind if I go take this?”

“Go for it, we’re about to stick this stuff in the oven anyway,” You nodded, giggling when she tripped over a chair on her way to grab the phone. “Make sure you swallow before you answer,”

“Took you long enough. What were you doing, trying to find your pants?” Kristie’s voice rang through your apartment the second Sam answered the call. You smiled when your girlfriend’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“No, Y/n is cooking. She’s so good with her hands Kris, it’s not fair,” Sam said shaking her head.

Kristie snorted, wiggling her eyebrows at the woman. “I’m sure she is,”

“Stop trying to turn everything I say into a euphemism.” Sam groaned, sending a glare at Rose who was cackling like a madwoman.

“But you make it sooo easy,” Kristie teased, “I mean what was it you said last time, ‘she kneads aggressively?’”

“Bread, Kris. She was making bread. And you’re supposed to do-I mean knead it aggressively, that’s how gluten develops.”

“Stop trying to explain it babe,” Rose sang, her voice bubbling with suppressed laughter.

“You’re just making it worse,” You nodded along.

“You know, I’m not this mean to you when Emily and Lindsey pull this shit with you. I was even sympathetic with the Sketchers thing,” Sam pouted.

“We agreed to never mention that again,” Rose said menacingly, but Sam was distracted as you handed her a plate with the Spanakopita.

Sam’s pout melted off her face at the sight of the plate. “Ooo goodies. Thanks babe,”

You kissed her cheek and waved to her sister on the phone before heading back to the kitchen to finish the next set.

“What is that?”

“Just course one of the amazing appetizers lunch my wonderful girlfriend is making for me.” Sam bit in and rolled her eyes at the taste, holding up the other half of the Spanakopita so she could see the gorgeous and delicious purple filling.

“For both of you Sammy. Don’t leave Rosie out, that’s mean,” You called out, your tongue poking between your teeth as you stirred the pot on the stove.

In the background of Kristie’s call, Sam could see other teammates gathering around the phone to see her food. She stood and walked back to the kitchen, turning the facetime camera around so they could see the two trays out of the oven and then you stirring at the stove. You waved your spoon but stayed focused. The rice was just at the point when it was most likely to burn and you needed to make sure the texture didn’t go from delicious to goopy. Risotto wasn’t for the faint of heart.

“Look at how fluffy this Bao is!” Sam said, slowly tearing one of the dumplings in half in front of the camera. Sisterly torture went both ways- her sister may turn half of what Sam said into sex jokes, but Sam could rub the delicious food in Kristie’s face.

“Why is it so orange?” Emily asked, piping in from behind the older Mewis sister.

“Some awesome Indonesian spices that Y/n thought would be good,” Sam said, taking a huge bite out of the bun.

“Tamarind and Turmeric in the mix,” you called out from behind her.

“It’s not fair that your girlfriend is a literal chef who enjoys cooking in the weekend,” Emily whined, followed shortly by a “shut up Sonnett” from Lindsey and a thump.

“Experimenting apparently,” Rose said, mischievously.

“Not helping dear. Anyway, what were you calling about Kris?” Sam said pointedly.

“We just wanted to know what you eta for camp was?” Kristie asked.

“Um, the flight leaves tomorrow at what time was it again Rose? 8 am?”

“Try 4:30 am Sam,” You rolled your eyes. It was going to suck, but you were going to make sure to pack some tasty overnight oats so no one was grumpy on the plane.

“Ugh. That’s bullshit. Anyway, takeoff at god-awful early in the morning, and then we’ll see you when we land!” Sam said. She hung up the phone and moved back towards the counter.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll schedule the flight next time,” You leaned up to kiss her cheek. “Now how bout you help me roll some balls?”

*****

“I don’t know what we did wrong this time?” Kelley said, poking the overly pale cinnamon rolls that had just come out of the oven. Then she turned the roll over to see a crisp black scorch on the base. “It looks like we took them out just in time though?”

“They’re pale on the top and burnt in the bottom,” Rose whined, tapping the middle of one of the rolls experimentally.

“Kind of line you Rose,” Sam laughed, patting her shorter girlfriend on the back.

“Haha, at least they’re not hockey pucks like the last batch,” Rose grumbled.

How they had let their teammates talk them into this, she didn’t know. What she did know was that cooking with you was way more fun than doing it with this bunch. At least with you everything turned out tasty in the end. And if she accidentally messed something up you always knew how to fix it.

“Stop that,” Kelley swatted Alex’s hand away from the bowl of icing. “That’s unsanitary. Let us drizzle it on the rolls first and then you can clean the bowl.”

“But then what are we gonna do with this caramel you insisted I stir?” Emily asked, looking up from the pot in front of her.

“It’s for the next batch. You put it in the bottom before you bake,” Sam answered, beginning to roll out the next set of cinnamon rolls.

“And technically, we didn’t insist you do anything Sonnet. We mentioned our idea to make caramel for the cinnamon rolls and you jumped up and said “I volunteer as tribute”” Rose grumbled. “You didn’t even let us suggest a recipe.”

“Which considering the success of the other recipes you picked, might have been a good idea,” Emily said, frowning slightly at the bubbling mixture in front of her. She was stirring but the bubbles weren’t going away like they did with pasta. Maybe because it was thicker? She stirred faster to compensate.

“Hey guys, what are you-... oh shit,” You raced over to the stove, nearly barreling into Emily as you grabbed the practically overflowing pot of molten sugar and moved it off the heat, praying you had gotten to it before it was too late. You really didn’t want to have to explain to the trainers why you and Emily had third-degree burns if the pot exploded.

You spun towards the group of older players, glaring at them. “Who let the child do the most dangerous job?”

“Dangerous?!?” Kelley and Rose sputtered. Sam just blinked at you

You shook your head and pinched the space between your eyes. “If it crystallizes and you don’t take it off the heat it can explode. You don’t stir sugar,”

“Oh. Well. At least there’s still icing?” Sam grabbed one of the better rolls and gave it a hearty helping of icing before handing it to you.

“What did you use, because Alex is vegan and she’s been eating it?” You narrowed your eyes at the offered plate, glancing sideways at a set of very pale rolls and a set that were very burnt and flat.

“Flaxseed and applesauce instead of eggs and oat milk instead of milk. And margarine instead of butter.” Kelley said, automatically. She and her fiance had been making vegan substitutes for a while now, and while they might not have been traditional cinnamon roll ingredients, she knew the measurements by heart, so that’s what they had used.

You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you reached out and swiped a bit of frosting from on top of the bun and put it into your mouth.

You gulped when the salty substance hit your tongue, trying and failing to conceal your wince after the flavor. Your girlfriends were a lot of things, but apparently good cooks wasn’t on that list. “Hey, what container was the powdered sugar that you used for this in?”

“Um, this one?” Kelley said, sliding you a container.

Your eyes widened at the blue-lidded container. You had been experimenting for a new dish at the restaurant and had gotten a hold of some micro powder salt flour for it. You thought it would give the new cracker-jack-themed desert a better taste, and help to balance out all the sugar from the Caramel ice cream.

“That’s not sugar,” you said weakly.

Alex dipped her finger into the bowl and tasted it, gagging. “It’s salty!”

Sam frowned down at the plate in her hand. She hadn’t wanted to do this, to begin with, but the team had insisted. Assured her they knew what they were doing and that you would love the surprise. Instead, Emily had almost burnt down your kitchen and everything was a mess.

“Is none of it alright,” Rose asked softly from behind you, her lip jutting out.

You scanned the kitchen, looking from the still ominously bubbling ooze on the stove, to the cinnamon rolls so undercooked you could catch salmonella from them to the icing, then finally to a glass on the counter. You grabbed it and took a large swig of vanilla oat milk.

“Your milk tastes great!” you said enthusiastically, as the others started laughing.

Sam and Rose just wilted further. You sighed, wrapping your arm around your taller girlfriend and holding your hand out to Rose. “It’s the thought that counts guys. And I love the thought,”

“That’s what your parents tell you when you give them shitty presents so you don’t feel bad,” Rose grumbled, and Sam nodded.

You sighed, unable to keep your lips from tipping up in a smile. It was just. It was so bad it was funny. “Maybe next time start with something a little easier? I’d love some scrambled eggs and toast!”

Sam sighed. “You hate eggs,”

You laughed again. “But I love you, even if you two can’t cook,”

You leaned up to kiss under Sam’s chin and over to Rose’s cheek. You loved them and would remind them that their skills were on the field. They should leave the kitchen stuff to you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #sam mewis imagine #sam mewis x reader #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #sam x rose x reader #literalhedgehog

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zombryz · 4 years ago

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★ needy ★ a Frieza story

This is based on a request I got from an Anon - “ Do you think you can do a Frieza X Reader where Frieza feels more comfortable about being around the reader so much that he gets a bit clingy towards the reader?“

This will be a multi-part series. Oh how I do love Lord Frieza ♡

TW - mentions of anxiety, kidnapping

“Yo!” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. You spin on your heel to find none other than the tall and hunky saiyan himself, Goku.

“Hi Goku! How are you?” You smiled sweetly at him. He’s been your friend for quite some time now and you’ve gotten used to having him around. His face always lights up when he sees you, as you have a way with people, in this case saiyans. Both him and Vegeta had a soft spot for you and they never really understood why. They eventually just gave in and would do whatever you asked of them, being completely wrapped around your finger.

“I’m great! You ready to do this?” He smirked, making a hmph noise before cracking his knuckles and furrowing his eyebrows downward showing that he meant business. You had invited him over today because you were moving into capsule Corp. He was in charge of moving all your big, heavy furniture. Bulma requested you move in a few months ago but after the whole ‘Beerus almost destroying the world’ thing you decided it might be a good idea to go ahead and finally move in. That way you would always be kept in the loop. You were Bulma’s best friend and you were always babysitting the boys anyways so why not just move in?

“Where do you want this?” Goku questioned holding your whole couch under one arm.

“Um, you can just put it in the loft! Thanks, Goku!” You replied with a kind smile causing his cheeks to turn rosy. You knew that he would do anything for you so you decided to return the favor by always being sweet to him. Everyone around here always called him an idiot and you didn’t feel that he was deserving of that.

He had moved everything into your apartment so quickly without even breaking a sweat. Goku walked back down the stairs dusting off his hands as if it was the easiest task the saiyan has ever had to do. You were so thankful to have him in your life.

“Gosh, thanks Goku. What would I do without you?” You reached up to ruffle his hair causing him to chuckle while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t mention it! I’ll see you at dinner then?” He waved goodbye and took off using instant transmission. You were so excited to have a new place within Capsule Corp. Now if you needed Bulma, you could just walk down the hall instead of having to call her up. You sat on your couch and decided to get a nap in before dinner that evening.

Later that evening, everyone gathered for dinner on the rooftop of Capsule Corp. It was honestly quite cute to have everyone sit together like a big family. You sat with Lord Beerus and Whis to your right and Trunks and Goten to your left. Lord Beerus also took a liking to you, which you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a destroyer on your side. He took the time to actually learn your name which didn’t seem to be a regular occurrence with him and mortals. After dinner you were playing hide and seek with Trunks and Goten, they always outsmarted you by flying or fusing together. You told them that if you were going to play, flying or fusing was against the rules. They weren't too excited about this but they would go along with it because they were always happy to just be playing with you. You were their favorite.

After a tiresome game of hide and seek and finding the boys stuck in a tree you decided to head back to get some sleep. You yawned walking back inside Capsule Corp, that's when you ran into Bulma roaming the halls. She looked a teensy bit nervous and you felt the need to ask her what was wrong.

“Everything ok Bulms?” You approached her slowly placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a bit without spooking her.

“Oh! Hey, Y/N. Y-Yeah, I’ll be okay.” Her words came off a bit on edge and you couldn’t help but think she was trying to withhold information.

“You sure? You don’t seem okay, you seem a bit anxious..”

“O-okay fine, you got me.” She shakily put her hands up in surrender and you finally let go of her shoulder to cross your arms together. You raised your brow curious to what she was going to say next. “Both Goku and Vegeta left. They went to train with Whis on Beerus' planet..” she paused. You felt as though there was something else she was leaving out. Your brow remained raised, unsure of where this was going. “….we have no way of staying in contact with them, I-I feel a little… unprotected I guess.” she shrugged as if saying it aloud sounded silly. Your eyes widened. A skip in your heart, earth’s greatest protectors - gone? What does this mean? Is there even a threat to earth? Is there going to be a threat? Your head spun a bit when you realized Bulma was still staring at you, she clearly needed comfort from her friend and not a freak out session.

“Come here Bulms, it’s going to be okay” you grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We still have Piccolo and Gohan with us. Oh! And the boys. We’ll be fine if anything happens we’ll just call up Tien and 18.” You unconfidently replied, breaking off the hug you held her shoulders in place so that she could see your trying sincere smile. Her anxiety seemed to knock down a few clicks as you helped calm her down.

“You’re right, It’s going to be okay.” She inhaled and exhaled loudly calming her nerves, “Thanks Y/N. Well, I guess I’ll try to get some sleep now. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to come get me, after all I’m only down the hall now!” She winked as she removed your hands from her shoulders and gave you a swift smile and wave before turning back down the hall towards her place. Finally, you can go back to your new apartment and relax. It had been a long day.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and your living room was pitch black, the only light was emitting from your loft porch. Humming to yourself you walk around your dark room looking for the light switch, it was your first night in your new place and you cursed yourself for not knowing the layout of the room before it had gotten dark. You shuffled around reaching both arms out to feel around the walls for the light switch. At this point you were becoming annoyed, “Ugh” you grunted out loud. You pause for a moment to take a breather and that's when you see them. A pair of what looked like glowing red eyes in the far corner of your living room, they were locked on you and looked like they were coming from behind a lamp that Goku had placed there earlier in the day. You hesitate to scream, figuring maybe it was just an outlet or maybe the boys playing a prank on you. They started to move as if whomever they belonged to began standing up at their full height. That's when you started shaking and you could feel your palms becoming clammy with fear. Whatever it was was charging a ball of energy, the color matching their terrifying eyes. Now would be a good time to scream you thought to yourself, but you were frozen like a deer in headlights.

Shit, shit, shit.

Finally, you let out a gut wrenching scream hoping Goku or Vegeta would barge in and save you from whoever let themselves in your apartment. The being disappears from in front of you, in a frenzy you panic and look around not sure where it went.

“Ah, ah, ah puny earthling.” The unknown creature was now behind you and clapped its large scaly hand over your mouth forcing no more noise out of you. “We don’t want the big bad monkey’s to know that I am here.” It tsked. You were stuck. Trying to calm your breathing you gave in, there was no way you could fight it off. Okay, what now? Still shaking you bring your arms down to your sides not realizing you grasped the hand that was placed tightly over your mouth. “Try that again and I will not hesitate to eliminate you right where you stand, under any normal circumstances you would already be dead at my hands, but unfortunately for the both of us,” a pause, almost as if it was annoyed to say the next part, “I need you to stay alive… for now.”

An understanding, you nodded your head in acceptance and it freed your mouth. All of a sudden the lights came on, blinding you. You covered your eyes trying to get the burn to go away when you finally opened them and saw it, well him? For a lizard man, he was oddly beautiful. He stood taller than you and had ivory skin with amethyst like crystal domes on his head, shoulders, and chest. His figure was rather slender but muscular. Flicking behind him was a long, ivory tail to match. It appeared to be made of pure muscle. He stood with one foot in front of the other showing off his three toed limbs. Wow. You had seen alien creatures before but never one quite like this.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” you cleared your throat and pulled at your shirt, fixing your appearance unconsciously.

“Rather compliant aren’t we?” he questioned while letting his head hang low, twisting his mouth to form a menacing and twisted smirk. “I will spare you the mechanics of my grand plan,” He raised his head to look you in the eyes while he spoke, “I have been watching you for quite some time, human.” This caused you to raise your brow in curiosity. Why was he watching you? “The monkeys left, and you see.. That will just not do, will it?” he started playing with his nails as if this conversation was boring him.

You decided it was best for you not speak unless he asked you to and so he continued on.

“For now, you will be my hostage. My pawn, if you will. I need those infuriating baboons to come back to earth, I will not continue chasing them around the galaxy just to get my revenge.” He clutched his hand into a fist, anger seething through his teeth.

It finally clicked, standing only a few feet away was the ruthless and power hungry emperor, Lord Frieza. You swallowed your fear, not sure how you got here or why but you weren’t going to fight back in any way risking him to deem you no longer worthy to be in his presence. Goku and Vegeta have told you war stories about him. How did he come back? A single tear began rolling down your cheek causing you to sniffle quietly. Frieza must’ve noticed because he reached out and grabbed your face almost crushing your jaw with the action.

“Oh, do not grow worried little one. I will not hurt you…” a beat. “Today.” He chuckled evilly releasing your face. Great, you remembered Bulma telling you that there would be no contact with Goku or Vegeta. How long would you be Frieza’s prisoner? A panic sweeping over you, your head spinning and just like that your world went dark. You were knocked unconscious, Frieza had forced you to sleep.

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“Mom! Mom, wake up!”

Bulma wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She sat up, yawning not sure if what was happening was a dream or not. Finally, fully awake, her eyes focus on Trunks who is hovering over her in a panic.

“It’s Y/N! I heard her scream, I went to check on her and her door was cracked open and there was no sign of her!” The worry in his voice caused Bulma to jump out of bed.

“Trunks, I need you to go get Piccolo and the others. I am afraid something bad is happening.” Bulma tried her best to hide the worry in her voice.

Trunks left and Bulma started pacing her dark room, she had an itch of who might be involved. “Frieza.” she said to herself sternly, slamming her fist into her other hand. She thought to herself, how the hell am I going to get a hold of Goku and Vegeta?

#frieza #lord frieza #dragon ball #dbz #dbs #dbs vegeta #dbs goku #bulma #whis #beerus #fan fiction #frieza imagine #bryannawrites #needy #friezaneedyfic

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years ago

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Oliver Wood - Shoot My Shot

Summary: You and Oliver Wood have been enemies since your first Quidditch game during your second year. You, being a Slytherin makes it far harder to find a liking to the Gryffindor boy, yet somehow you managed to do so. While playing a Quidditch match of Slytherin against Gryffindor, you decided to shoot your shot, literally and figuratively.

Words: 2,522 words

Warning ⚠ : Cheesy, Fluff, Only the Good Stuff, The Sexual Tension Is Real™

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"Oi, Wood!" You shouted as you looked up. The Slytherin Quidditch Team had just arrived to the field to have a few hours of practice for an upcoming match against Gryffindor. As if they have been summoned, the Gryffindor Team had just finished their practice. Oliver Wood, the captain slash Keeper for the team looked down to see you, and snickered, “Y/L/N!”

As he flew down, he smirked at you and your team, “What’s the occasion here, lads?” You scoffed, glaring at him, “What do you think, Wood? Doing a theater play?”

He laughed, “Now, why so tense, Y/L/N? Did someone put Puking Pastilles inside your drink?” You rolled your eyes as you folded your arms, “No, but I do remember a pair of redheads sneaking Dungbombs under my bed a couple of days ago. Any idea who they are, Wood?”

As if on cue, the Weasley twins came swooping down laughing hysterically, Oliver was obviously trying to hide a laugh by hiding his lips, “N-nope, no idea, sorry.”

Oh, he definitely knew.

“Funny.” You sneered, when suddenly a certain small body flying around caught your attention. “Is that...?” You trailed off, squinting to look better. Oliver followed your eyes and shrugged, “Harry Potter? Yeah.”

You gave him a look, and he understood it completely, sighing, “I know the chiseler’s a first year but McGonagall wanted him to be a Seeker. Can’t say no now, can I?”

You shrugged back, “No matter, we’ll simply beat your arses this time at the match.” You smirked, and Oliver mirrored your expression with a scoff. “Oh yeah?” He walked closer, almost looked like he was about to kiss you.

You had a silent staring match, his eyes on you and vice versa. If anyone didn’t know better, they’d say you two were lovebirds. With a soft smirk on his lips, he inched closer to you, his nose slightly grazing your cheek.

“We’ll see about that, Y/L/N.” He whispered closely to your ear, the breeze of his breath hit your ear softly. He inched away and gave you a wink, a playful one as he walked away with the rest of his team.

You huffed in annoyance, seeing his obnoxiously fit body slowly disappearing into the ring. You won’t ever admit to anyone, not even a single soul, at how he had you so bothered.

In a good way.

You turned around to your team who witnessed the whole thing, some of them playfully smirking at you. You sneered in disgust, “What are you idiots looking at? And what the bloody hell are you waiting for? Practice!” At your command, your teammates fleeted away on their brooms to their designated places, leaving you alone on the ground.

You took a few deep breaths trying to calm your heart down, but with bloody Oliver Wood out there simply existing, you found your heart picking up its pace. You groaned in annoyance at the flustered heartbeat, yet you couldn’t sneak away the small shy smile your lips had etched on.

After practice, you returned to the Slytherin common room. You were exhausted, everything was a mess. As a beater, you used the nerve-wrecking excitement Oliver Wood caused you to have earlier for the better, by beating the Bludger as hard as you can.

One of the reasons you love Quidditch, it allows you to express your anger and frustrations, and sometimes excitement, through something else without hurting anyone else, well, involuntarily.

UGH.

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor will be held in two days, you have no time to fawn over Oliver Wood, no matter how handsome, or witty, or funny, or-

You slapped yourself with a nearby pillow, physically shooing away those unholy thoughts. ‘You’re the bloody captain, for Merlin’s sake! You can’t be thirsting over the captain of the opposing team!’ Your mind shouted.

Yeah, as if you didn’t know that already.

Suddenly, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You looked up from the dark green pillow to see a little boy with metallic blonde slicked back hair.

You sighed, “If you’re here to be a part of the Quidditch team, then you know my answer-” “But if Potter can join in first-year, then I can too!” Draco Malfoy retaliated.

“Yeah, but Potter is a Gryffindor whose teacher is Minerva McGonagall, Draco. You really think Mr. Severus Snape would allow a first year to join Quidditch?” You asked him back in a tired tone. This wasn't the first time Draco had asked you to join the Quidditch team as soon as he found out Harry joined. And seems like it’s not going to be the last either. You saw his eyes darted away for a few moment to think, then he reverted them back to you sadly, “But Y/N...”

You felt pity for the boy, sometimes you felt like he feels inclined to beat Potter in everything he does. And being his older cousin doesn’t help, because you knew how severe Uncle Lucius can get around the little boy. If it weren’t for your parents, you would’ve taken Draco under your wings as your little brother already.

“Look, Draco...” You sighed, trying your best to be understanding towards the boy, even if he gets on your nerve sometimes. “My answer is still no, but you can join in next year if you want it that terribly. Terrence Higgs is graduating and won’t be here next year, so there would be an empty spot for a Seeker. The best I can do is save you a spot.” You offered. He sighed, and grumbled a ‘fine’.

“But if I don’t get it next year, my father will hear about this!” “Your father is my uncle, Draco. The one telling him first would be me, do you understand?” You voiced out sternly, Draco cowered immediately at your dominance. “Yes, Y/N.” He said quietly.

“Now run along, Draco. Your friends are waiting.” you softened your voice to him. He left, and you sighed. Sometimes, you needed to be stern to that boy, or else he’s going to treat everyone like his minions. 11 years old and already sound as snobbish as his father, sigh.

The next day, Slytherin and Gryffindor shared a classroom for Transfiguration class by Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately, she made everyone sit with the opposite house. And guess where she placed you?

“What’s with the long face, Y/L/N?” Oliver snickered as you moved to sit beside him. You gave him a sickly sweet smile, before frowning again, “Neither of us want to be here, so shut it.” You muttered.

“Oh no, darling, I want to be here. The one who doesn’t is you.” He chuckled as he supported his head with his arm, turning himself completely towards you. You grimaced, in spite of the increased heartbeat over the nickname, “Is this how you flirt, Wood? It’s so pathetic.”

Oliver smirked and leaned to you ridiculously close, “Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing?”

?????!!!!!!!!

You scoffed in surprise, the audacity of this lad made you speechless. And then you felt it. The heat rushing up your cheeks, making it glow red. The blush in your cheeks just widened his smirk, “If I’m being correct here, Y/N Y/L/N, you look like you like me.” He whispered and bit his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt of embarrassing you more. Despite your heartbeat going crazy, you won’t let him cod you. So you leaned closer, Oliver was obviously surprised and stunned, your noses were almost rather touching each other, as you whispered, “And so, what if I do? What do you do then, Oliver?”

You had never called him Oliver. You both knew that.

“Mr Wood and Ms Y/L/N,” McGonagall’s voice made you both flinch away rather quickly. “I would really appreciate if you could continue your love drama somewhere else and focus on my class, thank you.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.” You heard Oliver mutter, as he glanced at you with rosy cheeks. You couldn’t dare to spare him another glance throughout the whole class.

What the bloody hell was that?

Next day came like a pop, and you were getting ready to throw everything in to the match. The last Gryffindor vs Slytherin match, you had won. And you were definitely certain to repeat that once again. After putting on your uniforms and safety gear, you went outside to the pitch. The whole school was there cheering you on. The jitters from before had flown out of the window, the adrenaline was now kicking in. You flew on your broomstick to the air, all of your other teammates were already there, the other Beater in your team nodded at you, and you nod back.

Looking to your front, Fred and George Weasley smirking nastily at you.Those two were as violent as a bloody honey badger when it comes to Quidditch, you groaned as you imagined the pain those rascals will be giving you soon. At the far back of the Gryffindor Team, was Oliver Wood, already at his post, the middle goal. As he caught your eyesight, he winked and mouthed, "Good luck." You smirked at him and just motioned your thumb across your neck, causing him to scoff.

The whistle started, the Bludger was released, the cheers erupted, and the game has begun.

You flew everywhere to keep the Bludger off of your teammates as your Chasers tried to goal some scores. A Gryffindor, Lee Jordan was the commentator of the day, and you could hear his shouts and comments on your every move. Knowing how distracting that could be, you tried your best to block his voice and focus on the game. With the bat in your hand, you swung the Bludger with it with full force to one of the Gryffindor Chasers, but they were saved by the twins.

Once in a while, you would glance at Oliver, watching him catching every single quaffle and toss it back out to the field, successfully protecting his goal. You always knew Oliver Wood is a great Keeper, but Merlin, he sure did shine that day.

The game continued until the second half, time out. You flew down and drank a hella lot of water and cast a pain relief charm on your left arm. One of the Weasleys had Bludgered your arm pretty nastily, and you weren't too keen to find out whether it's broken or not. After muttering "Lenio," to the rest of your body, you flew back out. The score currently was 20 to 30, Gryffindor was leading.

Either your Seeker gets the Snitch, or your Chasers score another 2 goals to win this match.

Suddenly, you got an idea. It's a pretty terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless. What if you distract Oliver Wood so your team can shoot goals? 'That's a stupid idea, Y/N.' Your heart voiced out, but hey, either go big or go home.

So you went on with your plan once the whistle started. As you Bludgered one of the twins (consider it karma), you flew close to Oliver, who eyed you curiously. "Decided to visit me in the middle of the game, Y/L/N?" He said loudly, the cheering made it harder to converse.

"If I win this match," you said loudly, sort of multi-tasking as one of the Weasleys tried to Bludger you again as you beat the Bludger off with your bat. Oliver faced you, waiting for you to go on.

"If you win this match...?" "If I win this match, you owe me a date to Hogsmeade!"

Oliver had his eyes widened, "A what?" He managed to say before swerving another quaffle out of his goalpost. Your teammates were now eye-ing you in confusion, what the bloody hell are you doing there at Gryffindor's goalpost rather than protecting your teammates?!

"A date!" You shouted. For a second, Oliver was in a blur and then cracked up a big smile, "And if you lose?" he remarked. You rolled your eyes, the small grin your lips widened significantly, "If I lose, then it's your choice!"

After that you went back to your original position, ignoring the glares of your teammates. The game went on until Harry Potter had caught the Snitch, spitting it out from his mouth.

Gryffindor won.

As disappointed as you were that you lost, you were more disappointed over the fact that Oliver now owes you nothing.

... Maybe your plan wasn't to distract him all along.

After the match had finished, you found yourself at the hospital wing, tending to your broken arm. Madam Pomfrey had said if it weren't for the pain relief charm, you wouldn't even be able to hold a broomstick mid-air without immense pain. The Weasleys were beside you seemingly injured as well, and you shook their hands professionally before they left.

It's just a game. Good sportsmanship is far better than continuous winning streaks.

"Y/N." You looked up to see Oliver, standing near your hospital bed. You groaned in embarrassment, "You owe me nothing, Wood. Now go away." "Yeah, about that," Oliver was fiddling with his sleeves, his broomstick was placed between his armpit and arm. Oliver Wood looked... Nervous?

"You said before that if you lose, then I get to decide, right?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows at you, licking his lips. You slowly nodded, already thinking of possible things he'd want you to do.

Oh no, does he want you to run around the hallway naked? Or does he want you to cast 'Riddikulus' to Snape? Or does he want you to be the Bludger puppet for the twins for a week? Or-

"You owe me a date to Hogsmeade."

W...what?

You were now a blushing mess. Both of you. "B-but I thought you hated me?" you asked, the heartbeat of yours was really close to a rhythm of a heavy rain. Oliver widened his eyes in shock, denying that thoroughly, "No, I don't! I actually... like you since the second year. You know, after the match?"

You remembered your first Quidditch match in your second year, that was the first time you ever laid eyes on Oliver. Both of you had broken an arm and a leg, and your beds were side by side. For 2 days, you had talked to each other like friends, but as soon as your senior came by and visited you, he prohibited you to talk to a filthy Gryffindor. Being brainwashed since young, both of you hated each other.

Well, at least you thought so.

"So... What do you say?" He asked, looking rather nervous again. You were speechless, your lips were suddenly dry, you were suddenly conscious of how you looked like at the moment. "Wait, so all those times, like at McGonagall's class and at the field, you really were flirting?"

He grimaced in cringe, rubbing his neck and looking away, "I guess you were right about my flirting being pathetic." He laughed shyly. That made you laugh, it made you break out from that awkward phase you had just now. "But you were right, though?" You teased, tilting your head to him playfully, smiling genuinely to the boy.

"I do like you."

COMPLETE!

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sophie-writings · 5 years ago

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Pro!Hero headcanons for Bakugou Kaminari and a character of your choice where it's their crush's first covert mission and they have to dress sexy for it. Their crush is many things...Sexy is not one of those things. They've never worn makeup, sweatpants over short skirts, awkward and clumsy and have the sex appeal of a wet stick. But still manages to fluster their crush

I lOVED this request, i love undercover missions 🥺💖

i chose Shinsou because i love seeing @necccomancy suffer (ilu)

Characters: Pro!Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki and Shinsou Hitoshi

Type: Headcanons

Bakugou Katsuki

☁️Bakugou let’s out a muffled laugh when the boss explains the mission.

☁️"Todoroki, you'll be the limo driver. Uraraka and Midoriya, you're couple number 1. And Bakugou and Y/n, you're couple number 2".

☁️Bakugou knows you hated that idea.

☁️You went to UA together and he had never seen you using makeup, wearing a dress or skirt without leggings on or jewelry.

☁️It's not that you hated those things, they looked super cute on other girls, but it just wasn't you.

☁️"Good luck with making her look sexy, you're gonna need it." He teased and left to get ready.

☁️It was already night time by the time you all had to go undercover and Bakugou was next to the limo that was going to take you to the casino.

☁️Bakugou was already ready, using an all-black tuxedo with a dark grey dress shirt and a black tie he was forced to use.

☁️He impatiently waited for you to come down.

☁️"What's taking them so long?!" He barked.

☁️"Women take longer to get ready, not everyone can just wear a suit and get it over with." Answered Todoroki, adjusting his white gloves.

☁️"Todoroki's right Kacchan! Also, Y/n's not used to this kind of thing, it must be harder for her". Agreed Midoryia.

☁️"We're here!" Chirped Uraraka.

☁️"Fucking finally-" Bakugou almost chocked when he saw you.

☁️You were using a short dark blue satin dress that hugged every single curve of your body. The only thing holding the dress was two tiny straps that looked like they could snap at any second.

☁️Your legs looked elegant, probably because of the sparkly high heels you were wearing.

☁️But your red lips were the thing that really sent him.

☁️He was speechless and could feel his face getting hot.

☁️"You guys look amazing!" Said Midoriya. "You look really good in a dress Y/n!"

☁️"Yeah, it suits you." Todoroki agreed.

☁️Bakugou didn't say anything and just got inside the limo and the rest of you followed

☁️He was mostly silent during the drive, mostly because he was focused on you.

☁️"You look good." He grumbled.

☁️"Uh?" You looked at him. "Did you say something Bakugou?"

☁️"I said you look, idiot". He said loud enough for you to hear.

☁️Bakugou averted his gaze from you, but you realized he was blushing.

☁️"Thank you, Bakugou." You said and reached for his tie, fixing it for him. "You look really good too."

☁️This was going to be a long mission.

Kaminari Denki

☁️Kaminari was super excited about this mission.

☁️He got to infiltrate inside a fancy cruise party with the Bakusquad and especially you.

☁️Their goal was easy, find where the villain hid the formula for the poison, get the formula, and abandon the place without drawing any attention.

☁️Bakugou was a waiter. Sero was a rich CEO and Kirishima was his bodyguard. Kaminari was supposed to be some kind of shady businessman, while you and Mina were his companions.

☁️You didn't like the idea at first and asked to trade with Bakugou.

☁️"AS IF I'M GOING TO BE WALKING AROUND WITH THAT GUY". Yelled Bakugou.

☁️"Besides, imagine Bakugou walking around in a dress." Pointed out Sero. "We'd be kicked out in a second."

☁️"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"

☁️And so you were stuck with the sexy lady role.

☁️It was something completely different from what you normally did, and you felt nervous about blowing the plan.

☁️"Hey Y/n!" Called Kaminari. "I know that you're nervous, but remember you're a great hero and you there's nothing you can't do okay?" He said, hilding your hands.

☁️You felt your cheeks get rosy and nodded.

☁️You had a small crush on Kaminari for some time now, but he didn't seem interested in you.

☁️Well, he flirted with you all the time, even though he was TERRIBLE at it

☁️But it was something he did with everyone, right.

☁️"Okay okay, love birds" Mina interjected. "We have to get ready for tonight y/n, let's go." She said, practically dragging you to the changing room.

☁️"You're crushing hard aren't you?" She asked once you were both alone.

☁️"Yeah..." You sighed. "But Kaminari doesn't see me that way."

☁️Mina was one of Kaminar's best friends. She knew damn well that Kaminari had the biggest crush on you, but playing matchmaker was more fun.

☁️"Well, let's show him then." She grinned and grabbed her makeup bag.

☁️Kaminari and the others were waiting.

☁️He had a white tuxedo and a black dress shirt. "They're taking so long-."

☁️There you were, in a golden satin dress with a double thigh slit. It was off shoulders and you had a simple yet eye-catching necklace that made everything perfect.

☁️"Y/n! You look amazing!" Said Kaminari, his face red as a Kirishima's hair. "And I really mean it... You look beautiful."

☁️You were the one blushing now.

☁️"Thank you, this is not really my style but-" Kaminari hand made contact with your cheek and you froze.

☁️"I'm being serious this time." He had enough of hiding his feelings. "Let's talk once the mission is over okay?"

Shinsou Hitoshi

☁️Yep, you hated this mission already.

☁️Not only did you have to infiltrate this rich people party, but you also had to do it while pretending to be your crush's companion.

☁️It didn't help that your crush, Shinsou loved to tease you whenever he had the chance.

☁️And this was no exception.

☁️"Y/n? Sexy? Might as well give Sero the dress and call it a day." He said.

☁️You punched his arm. "Ugh, just you wait, I'll show you who can be sexy."

☁️"I'd like to see you try."

☁️This. was. on.

☁️"Let's go Momo, Mina, It's time to get ready." You said, grabbing your friend's hand and leading them to the changing room.

☁️"This is getting interesting." Said Sero.

☁️"Yep, Y/n is really beautiful, and this mission is only going to let that shiiine~" Sang Kaminari. "I think she just might make you fall even harder Shinsou~"

☁️"Shut ut Kaminari."

☁️Inside the changing room, you and the girls were getting ready.

☁️The dresses given to you were really revealing and beautiful. Accentuating your best parts.

☁️"Okay Y/n, first of all, you're going to let your hair time" Said Mina, brushing your hair.

☁️"And I'm gonna do your make up" She said reaching for her makeup bag. "Now, where's that Chanel lipstick."

☁️"MOMO WHY DOES YOUR LIPSTICK COST 60 DOLLARS?"

☁️"So cheap right? I got a nice deal!"

☁️It was already nighttime, and the car was ready to take everyone to the party.

☁️Sero, Kaminari, and Shinsou all wore tuxedos.

☁️Shinsou's was dark blue, and he had an unbuttoned white shirt under.

☁️"Oh, shit-" Suddenly said Kaminari.

☁️"What?" Shinsou looked up from his phone and his eyes landed on you.

☁️Fuck.

☁️You were wearing a velvet long-sleeved, off-shoulder little black dress. The dress hugged every curve of your body, especially your hips.

☁️He was actually getting kind of jealous of the dress.

☁️The diamond-encrusted choker drew attention to your neck.

☁️Hishandwouldlookgoodthere

☁️Damn, you looked good.

☁️"I told you she would make you fall harder." Said Kaminari.

☁️"So, are we going or not?" You asked.

☁️"Sure!" Said Sero, hopping into the car. "You guys are looking good, by the way."

☁️You walked to the car, and Shinsoy could help but look at your behind.

☁️Damn, you looked really good.

☁️Shinsou got in and seated next to you.

☁️"Well, you did prove me wrong." He said, looking at you once more. "You look really good, even though you're still awkward on the heels."

☁️"Oh shut up Shinsou." You answered. "But thanks, you look really nice too." You smiled.

☁️He was totally gonna ask you out after this mission.

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breitzbachbea · 3 years ago

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📒💖

Emi, I'm kissing you on the mouth right now, you're so sexy. In general but also for taking the bait.

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

The Constantinople AU

This AU is from 2017 and came about because I watched a TED-ED video about Constantinople's walls, relistened to the Aladdin soundtrack and because I had earlier talked with a friend about how I had not really seen people make a genie a woman. I came back years later to explain it to my friend Jonah and add new stuff and this year I showed it to @amber-isnt-a-precious-stone to add even more things. It's one of my favourite AUs for sure.

Dramatis Personae:

- Herakles Karpuzi (APH Greece) as Son of the Roman emperor and heir to the throne - Sadık Adnan (APH Turkey) as Soldier in the Ottoman army and Imposter Prince - Dilan Taş (Human OC) as Jinn and Sadık's unsuccessful wingwoman - Athanasios Karpuzi (Human OC) as the Roman emperor and serial skirtchaser - Salvatore Vento (Human OC) as Advisor to the emperor and Fuckface McBadDad - Michele Vento (APH Sicily) as Herakles' childhood friend

The Happenings™:

- It's set in Constantinople in an alternate Universe, close to ours. It’s the late High Middle Age/Early Late Middle Age (depending on how you want to periodize. I am working with how the German Middle Ages are divided, which is arguably a very bad method for classifying Byzantine. But this is my silly Hetalia AU, not my term paper). Around 1300, I’d say.

- Athansios Karpuzi is the current Roman Emperor, which makes Herakles the heir to the throne. Athanasios is desperately trying to wed his son off to any available suitors to form new alliances, but two things keep getting into the way: 1. Herakles is thoroughly uninterested in playing along with Athanasios’ plans. He’s not a chess piece on his father’s board if he's got anything to say about it. 2. Salvatore Vento is Athanasios’ closest consultant and protests any marriage for whatever reason he can find. For the sole reason that he has been eyeing the throne for himself the entire time and wants to marry his own son, Michele, to Herakles.

- Like in my Hetalia AU "Like Father Like Son", Salvatore and Athanasios trust each other as far as they can throw one another. There is no genuine trust here at all, no sympathy, really, they just stick together because they know the other is useful. Have some assorted banter as result of this:

Salvatore: "Immortal what a name! What a title to bear! Although immoral would have fit you much better." [Athanasios’ etymology is “immortal”]

S: "Maybe you wouldn't have to struggle to find a suitable bride for your son if you stopped dragging every young woman within and from outside Constantinople to bed." Athanasios: "He's into guys too, problem solved." S: "Oh, yeah, me dumbass thought you needed stop whoring around, how silly of me."

A: "If he is into anything at all. But if I have another child, they might keep this empire going." S: "No legitimation to the lineage's claim to power like a gay loner and a bastard child." A: "Ah yes, I hired the man whose wife ran away with his son so he could berate me about family life. How I value your opinion, Salvatore." S: "She didn't run away." A: "No, she just hides and sends you people until she can get her divorce. I'm very inclined to give it to her."

S: "They're childhood friends! They'd make a great couple!" A: "All I can hear is what a great emperor you'd make, ruling on my corpse."

- So. Herakles is staunchly resisting any marriage to anyone and minding his business one day, walking along the great walls of Constantinople. He stops to look out into the surrounding area and suddenly, hears a noise. Confused, he looks down and sees someone scaling the wall. Sadık looks up and sees the most beautiful man he has ever seen … spotting him trying to get into the city.

- Sadık is part of the Ottoman Turks, who’re conquering the area around Constantinople these days. He’s some nobody in the army and thought he’d give it a shot and get into the city by himself to earn some fame (and money).

- Herakles is seriously impressed Sadık managed to actually almost scale the famously impenetrable walls of the city. Not impressed enough to actually let him in. So these two banter a bit, Sadık now distracted by this hunk in front of his nose. Herakles correctly assesses that he’s a Turk and says of himself that he’s the emperor’s son. Sadık: “Hey, hot stuff, if that’s true and it’s so impressive, why don’t you let me in as a reward?” Herakles: “Yes, of course. And then I’ll open the gates for the rest of your people, so that you can just walk in and take the city. What impossible thing do you want to happen next, a kiss on the mouth?” Sadık: “What’s so impossible about that?”

- Either way, Herakles threatens to sick the guards on him, which leads to a “Oh no you wouldn’t” - Herakles grins and definitely would, so Sadık has to retreat. (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha).

- He goes back to camp, having gained nothing but a crush. He gets in real trouble for rummaging around the booty, where he finds an oil lamp and WOULDN’T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Dilan, a Jinn, pops out and Sadık uses his first wish to get out of trouble. Once that is done and the two have a moment of peace, he's thinking about what to do next and his mind circles back to Herakles.

- Dilan: "Ah yes, they always want something with love ... so who struck you and what's the problem?" Sadık: "Well ... I don't really know if it's true but he said he was the son of the emperor. He certainly looked the part! And I didn't really want to wait for him to call the guards to confirm it." Dilan: "Wait ... so you want to get with the son of the Roman emperor?" Sadık: "If that handsome little shit didn't lie to me, then yes." Dilan: "Isn't that a little out of your ballpark?" Sadık: "What, is it out of yours? Can't help me in that case, magic lady?" Dilan: "Psht, don't make me laugh! I can make the impossible happen, just tell me what you need." Sadık: "I dunno ... I guess getting inside the city?" Dilan: "That's it? That's all you need? That's less than a no-brainer -" Sadık: "Oh yeah, if it's so easy then, save that second wish for later. I got past one of the walls already once, I'll figure that out without your magic." Dilan: "Alright, alright ... and what about the wooing of your sweetheart?" Sadık: "That we'll see to once we're there ..."

- Dilan and Sadık chitchat while they make it to Constantinople. Dilan spends some time in the lamp, because walking is boring, but she does tell him that she's pretty sick of being in there. So that's where Sadık learns about her wishing to be free. Dilan in turn learns that Sadık doesn't have such a rosy life either (especially because now he can't return to the army, after he basically deserted).

- So they get to Constantinople and decide to actually factcheck if they got the right guy - and if yes, some general information about the emperor's son. Luckily enough, a friendly trader/tradesman tells them a bit about the city and the imperial family. Dilan: "So, did you by any chance ever see the emperor's son?" Trader: "Oh, well, that's an odd question, isn't it? But since you don't seem to be from here, I can understand the curiosity. Well, let me think ... You often see him only from afar ... during a triumph where he had accompanied his father during the campaign I got to see him up close. What a regal figure there at the head of the troops!" Sadık is too lost in the vision of his crush all decked out in military gear on a horse. And then taking all that gear off and being a regal figure while he fucks Sadık into the sheets … Dilan: "Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda, we need something more concrete. Height, hairstyle, haircolour, what does the dude look like?" The trader/tradesman is a little baffled but does provide a description that lines up with who Sadık saw. So with that information, they start to wonder how to woo a future emperor.

- Luckily, now that the trader/tradesman thinks they're here for imperial gossip, he actually mentions the fact that Emperor Athanasios hopes for his son to follow his footsteps and is currently looking for a suitable match, so that Herakles can be of political use even while he's still in charge. So Dilan and Sadık get an idea how to get into the city and Herakles heart. Or his pants. Milestones are still up for negotiation.

- After the grand entrance happened, where Herakles definitely took offense at either "Heard your prince was a sight lovely to see" or "Heard your prince was hot, where is he?" because either question was accompanied by Sadık's flirty looks, Athanasios actually lets Sadık and Dilan into the palace. There he and Salvatore discuss the entire thing, aka if whoever Sadık pretends to be is a good match.

- While they talk political stuff and snark, because of course Salvatore is against it, Sadık continues to feel very smug in his new princely identity and makes flirty eyes at Herakles. Herakles is just like "ugh" and much more happily plays with his cats. Which tbh sounds like they're 16 or something, but they're not that much younger than in canon (I think they'd be 22 and 24 here).

- Hijinks ensue. Herakles tells his dad that he’s a Turkish soldier that tried to sneak into the city and Athanasios doesn’t believe him, thinking Herakles is now lying badly to not get married. Dilan and Sadık are developing a friendship that is best described as hoes being bros.

- Dilan: "Look, you like cats. Cats are furry. Hairy, if you will. You know who else is hairy? Sadık. He's juuust as hairy as a cat - shhhht, I'm wingmanning for you and it's working great, you can thank me later."

- At first, Dilan mostly employs her magic for some silly little things with Sadık to woo Herakles. It doesn't work very well. Herakles: "I know it's magic, that's not impressing me - Okay, it is kinda cool, but you're still a dick." Dilan: "But a dick with a cool sidekick, come ON! What else do you want me to do to make the nerd viable?!" Sadık: "You call that wingmanning?!"

- Once Dilan realizes dickbags Athanasios and Salvatore are, she also uses little magic tricks to continously make their lives worse. Ironically, this may be what finally endears her and Sadık to Herakles. (If you haven't noticed, he doesn't like his father very much and Athanasios doesn't care for him aside from being a political pawn).

- At one point, Michele shows up at court! Herakles is overjoyed to see his childhood friend, which he hadn’t seen in years! Sadık is absolutely not, because it looks like just when he and Herakles almost had something, this twat shows up and steals the show!

- Dilan: "Well, I can't make him not love this dude, but I could beat the dude up." Sadık: " ... keep that in mind."

- However, when Dilan goes to investigate what Michele is doing here (and wingwomanning again), this ensues: Dilan: "Hey brah, what's up, why so blue looking? Is it because your boo just told you you ain't his number one anymore?" Michele: "I, eh ... no ... May I ask who you are?" Dilan: "Just one of the servants of the insanely charming and powerful - and hairy - Prince who's here to marry the Prince. Yep, he's sooo gonna marry that guy." Dilan: "There was a whole musical number about it, you should have seen it, I was on top of my game." Michele: "Sure heard about it, you stirred up trouble here. Hope it helps ... I'm not saying that Herakles should marry someone his dad set in front of him, but it'd be nice if he found someone at last. He told me he was very lonely the last years ... I don't want to leave him behind just as lonely again." Dilan: "Yeah, it'd be - Leave him behind?"

- Dilan: "Good news! His loverboy is not here to stay! He wants to go to the west, he's just here because of his terrible dad!" Sadık: "Oh, that's good! Wait ... isn't his father that asshole of an advisor?" Dilan: "Yeah. Why." Sadık: "The guy who wanted to marry his son to Herakles since apparently forever?" Dilan: "Yeah, but his son is not going to marry him." Sadık: "I smell a trap 10 miles against the wind."

- There is no trap however. Herakles realizes that the crush on Michele is nothing but a childhood crush and has to be left in the past … and that he wants to move forward with Sadık. When he wants a conversation one-on-one, Dilan wants to make it a one-on-two, but Herakles asks her if she doesn’t want to keep Michele company in the gardens, it’s not gonna take long, an hour or two at most. Then she can also fetch Michele when they’re done, so that Herakles can say goodbye before he leaves for Sicily.

- Dilan thinks about it, finds it’s not a trap (and if it was, nothing she and her fists couldn’t solve) and goes in the garden. There she talks with Michele and makes the mistake to either show off her magic powers, tell Michele of TurGre’s meetugly (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha) or to be like: “Hey, do you wanna know a cool secret? Sadık isn’t a Prince, all of this is my doing. Pretty cool, eh?”

- Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Salvatore was searching for Michele in the gardens, to get his “fucking rotten brat of a son” to play along after all instead of disappearing once again. So he overhears this. Salvatore: "Oh, so Prince Sadık is not a Prince? That's a funny joke indeed and I'll laugh my ass off the hardest in the end."

- So just when Herakles and Sadık had time to talk about their feelings and confess and, also, you know, make out and fumble for good measure, they get interrupted. Literally when Herakles was finally stripped down to his tunic and Sadık slid his hand underneath it.

- Athanasios: "This is gonna be the last wall you breached, you little rat." Herakles: "Dad! Stop it!" Athanasios: "This man nearly ruined our dynasty. Arrest him." Salvatore: "Arrest the man indeed. Go and get the ex-emperor." Athanasios: "Ex-Prince. It's not the right time for your snark." Salvatore: "I'm not talking about that small fish. Guards - arrest this careless idiot who nearly ruined our city by letting a scammer into its walls! Clearly the emperor's been in on this and can't be trusted!" Athanasios: "You've lost your mind." Salvatore: "You've lost yours and it's actually the thing you'll miss the least when syphilis is going to eat away the last of your rotten brain in the dungeons. So get him! And that ottoman faker, too, just get the trash out of here."

- The scene ends rather dramatically, because I love the thought of Michele and Dilan rushing to their help, but they get held back. Dilan maybe gets restrained by some anti-magic stuff. And Dilan begs Sadık to use his last wish to help him. To solve this problem. But Sadık refuses, because he promised to use it to set her free. So Dilan is just livid and upset, distraught, yelling at him to let her do something while he gets taken to the dungeons.

- So now Salvatore’s in charge and setting his plans into motion. PR is of course the first thing that needs to be done, so there’s a speech to Constantinople’s masses: "But, as you know, I respect and regard the royal family, the entire dynasty, more than any of you! So I am not going to assume power, it'd be a crime against God himself who granted us this emperor, if I had removed him for anything but his unstable condition and his tragic mistake of almost letting his lineage being tainted! Not to mention that this would have been the end of our beloved empire, our city, suddenly overrun and ruled by those barbarians! No, of course I'll give my power to the true heir who was merely a victim to his father's incompetence. To prove I really mean it, I'm even going to give up my son to the Prince, to forever bind my loyality to the throne!"

- Michele: "I hold no more respect for you as father as I did when we left. I'm not going to play along your perverted plan." Salvatore: "Well Michele, if you don't respect me as father, then maybe you'll respect me as the Roman Emperor!"

- Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Athanasios and Sadık have some great chitchat. Sadık: "Guess that's some quality father and son in law bonding time, eh?” S:“Though I'm pretty sure your son would rather call me daddy than you." A: "Once this entire drama is over, I'll have you decapitated. Or just kick you back to your people and let them handle this." S: "Ah, but when I came here as a fake prince, your arms and gates were wide open. Should've listened to your son when he told you so."

- Here’s also some Salvatore content: Athanasios: "And now you strut around in my clothes. I'm surprised they even fit you fatass!" Salvatore: "Oh, the entire imprisonment is really getting to you, ain't it, emperor tightlips? Ah, I meant - ex-emperor tight lips. Now you've sunk low enough to insult me with such details. Is it because you have nothing else left now that you're off your high horse?" Salvatore: "I thought so. At least you're enough of a sound mind to not threaten me with 'once I get out of here' hot air. Because we both know you're not getting out of here in a lifetime anymore. And yes, I’m wearing your rags, since I’ve got no time to waste.” Salvatore to Sadık: "Actually, it's sad that you aren't going to be there to watch it. Although, I think a public execution would just spice the entire wedding festivities up, if I think about it."

- Ah yes. The wedding. Herakles: "You look great today, my love. Like a polished jewel." Michele: "Thanks. I'd never seen a man more handsome than you though. Truly, a prince with all his qualities seen right away." Both: -sigh- Ft. Dilan, who’s just watching the kids sadly and is trying to reassure them she got this, she’s gonna find a way, it’ll be fine!!!

- Herakles and Michele wonder why Sadık didn't use that wish. To which Dilan replies he said he'd free her with it, but she didn't believe he'd actually uphold that promise. And he shouldn't have because now she's useless and he's in trouble. (And Hera only falls more in love with Sadık, because being a good person is HELLA swoony.)

- Dilan also tries to cheer them up and I believe she can still do small magic tricks, she just can't get out of whatever shackles/confinement she is in. So when she isn't despairing or raging, she tries to cheer Herakles and Michele up with some silly little tricks. She shapeshifts into their fathers to make fun of them. Which leads them to an idea ...

- I have no idea what it is though. I only know that the grand final and resolution involves shapeshifting. If anyone who's better at plots wants to give me ideas, please do.

- However they manage to stop Salvatore's machinations, this is what follows: Salvatore gets thrown into the dungeons. Herakles decides to not let his father out and instead take the crown himself. He becomes emperor and marries Sadık. Sadık uses his last wish to set Dilan free. Michele goes to travel to Sicily, promising he’ll write letters to them and come visit some day (Dilan promises the same).

- The end of Salvatore and Athanasios rotting in jail together is SO satisfying to me, bc now that they are useless to each other, there is nothing left to do but be a pain in each other’s ass. They hate each other and they DESERVE EACH OTHER.

Sequel Bait:

- Before we get to the sequel bait, let me give you some prequel bait for a change. Here's a little "what if one of the many suitable matches for Herakles had been one of the Beilschmidt brothers" scenario. Plus free medieval history lesson:

- Now for the actual sequel: Three years come and go. Herakles and Sadık settle in their new rules as emperor and ... emperor's husband. (I don't know if Byzantine empresses were "put into office" in the same way the Emperor was. If someone is more knowledgeable about this than me, correct me).

- Their marriage is going swell, however both struggle in their new official roles. Herakles faces all the administrative problems and tough decisionmaking that comes with being a ruler, while Sadık struggles to be accepted by the people of Constantinople. Where Herakles tends to take care of the court, Sadık tries his hand at being a military leader.

- One morning, Sadık wakes up with Herakles in the room. Which should not be surprising, if it wasn't for the fact that Herakles had left the city yesterday. He's oddly nonchalant about it when Sadık asks him and also ... weirdly chipper? Eager? Kitschy in his flirting? He's at first flattered, but soon very confused by everything and wonders if either he hit his head real hard in his sleep or if Herakles fell off his horse when he tried to make it out of the city.

- Turns out none of it, because after some more eyelash fluttering, his "husband" goes POOF! and turns out to be Dilan, who's on the floor laughing. "You should have seen your stupid face! Really! Wait, I'll show you!"

- After Dilan is done shapeshifting into Sadık, absolutely overacting his reaction and argueing with him about it, they finally get to catch up. Turns out that Dilan was bored by travelling around the world and wanted to check in on her old buddy.

- She couldn't have chosen a more opportune time to do so. Once Herakles returns, he ... at first has a weird reunion with his husband. Sadık is kind of wary around him and starts to list his attitude and general personality traits/ticks as proof for ... something. Takes a while for Herakles to get the news that Dilan is back, too.

- Herakles is very relieved to hear that! He wanted to confide something in Sadık, because after he had returned to the city, someone had taken him aside. Natasa Simonides, an old and trusted courtly advisor, needed help. Recently, her husband Ibrahim disappeared and she's worried.

- Natasa also told Herakles a secret: Ibrahim is a Jinn, which is why his disappearance worries her even more. Herakles informs Sadık and asks Dilan if she knows anything, but she sadly hasn't heard anything either. - Before she can zip off and see if she can find Ibrahim, Herakles asks another favour of her - to educate Natasa's twins, Timothea Farah and Omar Veniam instead. Natasa thinks they may be able to find their father, but they don't know they're half-Jinn, so they'd need some guidance. Dilan happily agrees to be their teacher!

- My only more in-depth infos on Jinn and their children with humans comes from this Monstrum video by PBS Storied. I don't think Thea & Omar would need to be taught by anyone to be seers and how to be in communication with non-human spheres, but it makes for a better story.

- So Dilan is off to teach the kids while Sadık volunteers to go and search for Ibrahim. Herakles resumes his imperial role in the city.

- It's not really fun and as the people become more and more agitated with the status quo, more and more people "remember" that the old emperor is still around. Enough people are going "What's that kid knowing anyways?! All those highfangled ideas and useless reforms, for what?" that a select few decide to stage a coup by releasing Athanasios from the dungeons.

- Now, I still haven't decided if Salvatore also gets let out. The problem is that I really would begrudge him his freedom ... but I also begrudge Athanasios his freedom! It doesn't feel fair that one bastard gets to walk free and the other doesn't!

- Out in the field, Sadık isn't having much more luck. No Jinn in sight and the trouble he has with a few of the men that accompany him keeps him thinking about the acceptance problems again. He really wishes at one point that Herakles wasn't emperor at all. You can imagine how terrible he feels for these thoughts when news of the coup catches up to them. Be careful what you wish for and all that jazz. On top of that, he gets into trouble as well - betrayed by some of the men he had taken along. He gets stuck in some place like a cave or an abandoned house he was investigating ...

- Sadık finds a large sealed bottle and thinks 'Well, what's the worst that could happen?' He is greeted by a GIANT cloud of smoke instead of anything edible/drinkable. By the time the cloud is human-shaped, he already has a giant grin on his face. Sadık: "Hah! I have a sixth sense for this kind of stuff!" Jinn: "Greetings, mor-" Sadık: "Yeah, yeah, quick question, is your name Ibrahim? Or do you know one of your kind called Ibrahim who's been passing through recently?" Jinn: "My name is Ibrahim - " Sadık: "Great! You know a Greek lady called Natasa? I take that look as a yes. Okay, so first wish is to get us out of here, second wish we'll see, third is like freeing you from the whole servitude bit - You do the three wishes thing, right? Anyways, your wife and kids are wishing for dad to come home, so get us out of here, you'll get explanations on the way back."

- In the meantime, Dilan and her protégés, along with Natasa and Herakles, have been trying to figure out how to solve the problem at court. It doesn't help that the news of Sadık's troubles also reached them (I know the speed of spreading information may be historically hella inaccurate, but I need it for the drama). So Dilan is torn between helping her best bud and helping the rest at court. The Greeks cook up a plan and assure her that she should go and help Sadık, they've got this.

- The plan is to get Athanasios to do something incredibly stupid that would immediately turn the people against him. They exploit the fact that Athanasios likes to listen to words that fall from pretty lady's mouths. So Timothea flatters her eyelashes and promises to tell him something of a vision she had ... that the divine has something to tell him through her. (Don't worry for her, she may have to endure his fingers under her chin, which is infuriating and nauseous enough, but no more skin contact than this). Thea gets backed by her brother to lend it more credibility once Athanasios considers with his head and not his dick.

- And we can all appreciate that Dilan has been sent away, otherwise the scene would have been like this: Thea: "The spirits are talking to me about you ... " Dilan: "Mhm, mhm, indeed, I can hear them to. They're saying that you're a bitch!"

- Dilan in the meantime reaches Sadık, Ibrahim and those of his troop that haven't betrayed and abandoned him as soon as they heard of the coup. A little happy reunion before she immediately fills them in on what's happening.

- They come up with a plan themselves to finally get rid of Athanasios and the Simonides and Herakles have begun to sweat a little back home, because Athanasios mistake of listening to the twins' advice has bought them time, but not really solved the problem yet. Which is when Dilan and Ibrahim sweep in, concocting an illusion powerful enough to wrap up everyone in Constantinople and make Athanasios seem like the literal devil. Some mass-hallucination miracle bullshit, truly, to assert that he doesn't deserve the throne.

- Maybe for good measure, Athanasios disappears after the illusion is over. Dilan and Ibrahim have no idea where he went, they say with a smile.

- Another grand finale! The four lovers are reunited, Thea and Omar are overjoyed to have their dad back and he is overjoyed to have his kids back. When Dilan tells the Simonides twins that they did a great job, she's a good teacher after all haha!, Ibrahim and Natasa invite her to stay. Dilan says that they don't need her, surely, now that Ibrahim can teach them, but Ibrahim says he could use some help. Herakles also encourages her, saying that he'd love to have her at court - and Sadık also bullies her into staying. "What do you wanna do, see the world again? Didn't do much for your peanut brain the first time around, maybe hit the books together with Hera so that you'll be a passable teacher some day."

- Dilan and Omar also have evolved a crush on one another during this entire mess. That's what I'll leave you with - all well that ends well.

Also hey you! Thanks for reading all of this! Here's a little bonus content if you made it this far!

A wonderful fanart of Michele and Salvatore by my beloved friend C0FFINATED over on twitter!

Here's an amazing commission of the Greeks and Turks by @captkirkland ! I'm not sure if I'm allowed to repost the pictures myself on tumblr & you shoud reblog it from him anyways. Show him and his amazing art some love! From left to right it's Timothea, Herakles, Omar, then Dilan, Sadık and Havva (who's not featured in this AU, rip. Things would have worked to well with their brainpower).

Thanks for reading this! Hope you have a wonderful day!

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fleetingpieces · 4 years ago

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My One in a Million Chapter 3

Well, this took longer than anticipated! Somehow I kept rewriting this cause it wasn’t turning out how I wanted it to, but it’s here! And to compensate for the wait, it’s slightly longer than the other chapters :D

Thank you Nayla and @inloveoknutzy for proof reading and your help, I love you guys 😊

And thanks again @lumosinlove for your amazing characters and universe, quite a few of them make an appearance today!

Wether you celebrate christmas or not, I hope you all had a wonderful day ❤️ Enjoy!

CW: Mention of past hospital stay and mild panic attack. Please look after yourself ❤️ (If you want to skip that part stop reading at the end when it says “Remus trailed off, his voice dying down.” and start again when it says “He stood up suddenly.”)

Chapter 3 - Halloween

The slap of Remus' feet against the ground was a steady beat in the morning air. The cool breeze fanning his face felt refreshing, fully waking him up as he and Lily made their way between the trees in the park.

Remus had always been used to jogging alone, but since Lily had started going to his clases she was quickly becoming a very good friend, and spending time with her was something he really enjoyed. They liked going out for coffee and talking a lot, and Remus had already learned quite a bit about her: she wasn't really dating Sirius, but a guy named James, who was Sirius' best friend. She lived just a few blocks from his apartment building, worked in a bookshop not too far from there, and was one of the most kind and cool people Remus had met so far. She reminded him a bit of Leo in that aspect.

She was also incredibly stubborn.

"You are coming to the party tonight, right?"

Remus groaned. He'd hoped Lily would have forgotten about it in the past two weeks, but clearly he'd underestimated Lily Evans' will power when she got something in her mind.

"I told you already Lils, he and I don't get along very well."

Contrary to Lily’s, his relationship with Sirius was only getting worse. They’d run into each other a couple of times, and it was always a very tense affair; Remus ignored him as best he could, and Black had not teased him again but had gone back to being a grumpy jerk. After Lily's insistence, he'd told her why he was against being anywhere near her friend, all the annoying things he did, but he didn't add that he had made a complete fool of himself in front of Black and that there was no way he would willingly show his face into his home.

Lily sighed, "I know, but it's not been a good month for Sirius. I'm sure you guys would get along great if you met under different circumstances."

"Maybe," Remus conceded, although he wasn't so sure about that, "but I have plans with Leo already, and I haven't seen him since he helped me move in."

That was longer than they usually spent apart, but it couldn't be helped. Leo was studying and he lived a bit far away, which made everything more complicated. But he would be arriving in a few hours to stay over for the weekend; they were gonna walk around, grab pizza at Sid's and then they would do a horror movie marathon. And even if Remus enjoyed Lily's company deeply, he'd much rather spend Halloween in the comfort of his own house with his best friend, than in a party full of strangers and with a man that made him feel embarrassed and on edge all at once. Remus wasn't used to having his emotions all over the place like this, not since his last boyfriend. He didn't like being reminded of how he’d felt then.

Raising her hands in surrender, Lily dropped the subject without another word, which surprised but pleased Remus greatly. He didn’t think he could have kept giving her excuses without explaining the whole situation to her.

He should have known better than to think it would be that easy.

That evening, he was coming back home with Leo after stuffing their mouths with the best pizza ever, pineapple of course, still catching up to what he’d missed in the past few weeks.

"How’s your mum, Leo?"

"Oh God, I swear since you left both our mums have gotten worse. They get together all the time, gossiping and baking. It’s like they are our age again. And your mum’s convinced you’re seeing someone," Leo said with a smirk.

"You and I both know that my dog is the only one around here that I’m seeing," Remus rolled his eyes.

They stepped into the entrance hall, saying hi to the concierge at the front desk with a smile. The man smiled back, but he looked tired. More so than usual, and it wasn’t even that late, which struck Remus as weird, but he figured working night shifts must take its toll on someone.

It wasn’t long before they were on the lift going up, but it was only when the doors opened on Remus’ floor that they heard the deep bass notes coming from the end of the corridor.

“What the…” Leo muttered in surprise.

Remus frowned as they walked into the hall, passing by a few people in costumes with drinks in their hands who were chatting excitedly, and a couple making out next to Remus’ door.

“I can’t believe this. What’s the deal with that guy, how did he manage to get the administration on board with this?”

“What the hell is going on?” Leo asked, clearly confused.

“Halloween party,” Remus replied, trying to keep his blood from boiling. He hadn’t thought it would be such a big party, he wasn’t even sure they were allowed to do something like this. He was pretty positive the building’s rules were against it. Maybe Black had bribed someone. “He could have at least warned me that it would be this bad,” Remus said grumpily, eyeing the couple by his door like he was ready to shove them aside.

Leo must have noticed this, ‘cause a second later he patted Remus’ back and fetched the spare keys Remus had given him.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Using his smile, and patience that Remus didn’t have right then, Leo got rid of the lovebirds and was about to put the key in when Remus glanced around and saw Lily leaning against the wall at the end. She looked amazing in her Rosie the Riveter costume that exposed her lean arms and legs, and was talking with one of the guys that Remus had seen wandering around the building. She was making big gestures with her hands when she looked up and locked eyes with Remus.

“Fuck.”

Leo turned around to look at him quizzically just as Lily screamed “Remus!” and started making her way over to them.

The man next to her followed behind. He was wearing a white and gold toga that barely covered his thighs and showed a lot of his broad chest, with golden bands on his forearms and sandals.

Remus heard the sound of keys crashing against the floor, and looked up to see Leo’s slightly wide eyes and open mouth as he stared at the two people getting closer to them. He coughed pointedly and Leo blinked again and bent down to pick up his keys as a flush started creeping up his neck. Oh, how he would tease him for this.

But that was for later, right now he had to deal with a grinning Lily Evans.

For half a second he considered just going inside and avoiding all of this, but he couldn’t do that to Lily, and it was already way too late to pretend he hadn’t seen her.

“Hey, you’re here! How was your dinner?”

Remus wondered if she’d been waiting outside just to catch him, but she seemed genuinely happy to see him, and he couldn’t help smiling back at her.

“It was great, thank you. Leo and I were just gonna go chill for a bit, so…” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at his flat, but Lily tilted her head up to focus on Leo and her eyes got a knowing look that couldn’t be good.

“Hi, I’m Lily, and this is Logan,” she smiled coyly as she placed a hand on the man’s shoulder who, Remus noticed, was alternating between staring at Leo and down at the floor; but he smiled warmly when Leo gave him a shy wave.

“Salut! Are you guys joining the party?” he said with eager eyes, and it was then that Remus managed to place Black’s accent, as it was so similar to Logan’s. French. He had to fight not to groan.

“Ah, sorry, but well,” Remus said vaguely, “we don’t really have costumes.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it, but it was the first thing he could think of. Leo snapped his eyes to him, a conflicted scowl settling on his face.

As expected, Lily waved a dismissive hand, “costumes are not mandatory. C’mon, I promise you’ll have fun.”

It felt like all three of them were staring at him with pleading eyes now, and Remus had no idea why. Well, he had an idea in Leo’s case, but still. Remus glanced at his best friend and could read his face as if it had subtitles. Please, Remus, just for a bit? Remus raised an eyebrow in response, and Leo turned on the puppy eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan almost choking on his drink.

“Ugh, fine, I guess we could stop by for a bit.”

Clapping her hands happily, Lily guided them over to the front door and opened it for them. Meanwhile, Remus was taking a deep breath, wondering how the fuck he could keep a straight face and not die from embarrassment.

Inside, there were more people going about, a table full of cups and all sorts of bottles where Lily immediately fixed them with drinks, and some music on the background that a few people were dancing to. Overall, it wasn’t as wild as it seemed from the outside.

The main crowd appeared to be gathered around an entertainment center in the living room, where there was a huge TV surrounded by a big and comfy looking couch, and a few too-huge armchairs. There were people sitting on them, on the floor, and perched on the arm and backrests; and among all of them Remus saw everyone he’d ran into in the previous weeks. Logan went straight to sit next to the redhead, who had a controller in his hands that he was tapping furiously, as he was taking part in a fighting game.

Remus didn’t pay much attention to them though, ‘cause he’d spotted Sirius in the room and stopped short at what he saw.

Sirius' costume was simple but effective. He was wearing jeans that seemed barely able to contain his powerful thighs, a white tank top splashed with blood, dog tags hanging around his neck, a cigar between his pink lips and fake blades sprouting from his knuckles. It went without saying, he made a very enticing Wolverine.

But that was not why Remus couldn’t tear his eyes away —at least not the main reason why. Black was sitting right next to the guy in glasses, who was leaning into him, whispering something in his ear as he played the game, with his eyes still on the tv screen and his fingers flying over the controller. Sirius was laughing freely at whatever the guy was saying, head thrown back and eyes crinkled, which was something Remus had not seen before.

And it took his fucking breath away.

Black was always so serious, barely any expression on his face, but now he was shaking his head, looking at the other guy with such unmasked fondness, that Remus felt a spark of curiosity light inside of him.

But then Sirius looked up, frowned, and the spark died.

He watched as Sirius’ eyes travelled down his body and then slowly all the way up, and Remus swore he saw something in his face before his scowl deepened. Suddenly feeling extremely self conscious of his big comfy jumper and fitted jeans, Remus bunched the sleeves to hide his hands, worrying the hem. He started turning around to go somewhere else, already thinking of ways to escape from the party, but Lily put a hand on both his back and Leo’s and guided them exactly to where Sirius was sitting on one of the armrests.

“What’s this, Lily?” the man said in an accusing tone, setting the cigar down on the table in front of him.

Lily just rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. Remus lives next door, I just thought it would be good if you two actually got to know each other like two civilized people. And y’know, introduce him to the gang, so he doesn’t freak out every time they invade your home.”

“Wait, how do you know him?” the guy in glasses suddenly looked up.

“Oh, he’s the teacher in my new yoga class.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” he pouted, and Remus figured this must be James. He was proven right when Lily smiled at him, going over and sitting in his lap. The game was suddenly forgotten; James didn’t seem to mind that he was now losing very quickly.

“Pots, focus!” someone yelled, but James only had eyes for Lily as she leaned in and kissed him.

“Are you worried?” she teased.

James scoffed. “Of course not. I trust you with my life Lils, but it’s such a weird coincidence.”

“Wait, no no no! Oh, come on!” There were laughs all around as the redhead next to Logan threw the controller down and turned to mock glare at Lily and James. “Lily, what did I tell you? Don’t distract him when he plays on my team!”

“Stop crying and pay up, O’Hara!” a guy from the other team yelled, before giving a high-five to his partner.

Between all the ruckus and bickering that followed, a tall girl with curly blond hair came to stand next to them with a curious look.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh yeah,” Lily sat up, getting the attention of the whole room. “Everyone, these are Remus and Leo. Remus is Sirius' new neighbor, so be nice to them!”

Remus laughed awkwardly at the motherly introduction and pulled at a loose thread on his sleeve. “Thanks Lily. It’s nice to meet you all.”

"Hello," Leo smiled brightly, earning himself a dopey smile from the boy next to Logan.

The blond girl that had approached them smiled a wicked grin, “you guys just stepped into the lion’s den. I’m Marlene, by the way. These are Talker and Kasey,” she said pointing to the pair that had just won. The guy named Talker smiled broadly, but didn’t wink at Remus like he had the first time they had seen each other. “And the sore loser over there is Finn.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Pots has the attention span of a two year old!”

There were a lot more people sitting around, whose introductions were lost under the chirping war that ensued as the guys put in a new game. Remus’ face lit up when he looked up at the screen.

“Is that the new NHL game?”

Most heads turned his way, and the guy that was changing games even stopped in the middle of the action as if Remus had just announced to the whole room that he wanted to dance around naked.

“Yeah, do you play?”

It was Sirius that had asked, which surprised Remus since it was the first thing he’d said directly to him since he’d entered the room. Black looked surprised, his body completely turned to face Remus as opposed to the sideway glances he’d been throwing his way.

“I’ve been thinking about buying it for a while, but I’ve never tried it before. I loved the previous version though.” At Sirius’ shocked expression, Remus raised an eyebrow, “Is it so weird that I enjoy playing video games?”

“No,” Sirius choked out, and then cleared his throat. “No. It’s just that we don’t usually meet people that seem so eager to play with us rather than getting buzzed out of their minds.”

Remus scoffed, “I very much prefer this type of party to be honest.” His thought was echoed by laughs and nods of agreement all around.

Settling more comfortably on the couch, Sirius removed the fake claws and bent down to grab a controller, turning to offer it to Remus. “Play with me?”

The guys in the room looked at each other in a way that Remus thought was a bit suspicious, which made him narrow his eyes at Black, who rolled his and waved the remote between them. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I don’t bite y’know.”

Remus stared into those silver eyes and was lost for a second. There was a fire burning in his gaze, he seemed more earnest than he’d ever seen him before. In that moment, Remus forgot that this was the guy he was trying to avoid, the one that got his emotions in complete disarray, and he absentmindedly took the control in his hands before sitting down next to Sirius. Leo sat at his other side, slapping him on the back.

“Kick his ass, Loops.”

Finn’s head lifted at the same time that Remus turned to grin at Leo, and Remus had to keep in a chuckle. Boy, Leo was really getting some attention tonight.

Sirius chose to play with Pittsburgh, while Remus chose Dallas, and before Remus could properly think about what he was doing, the game had started.

For the first few minutes, Sirius controlled the pace and took the lead with a smug expression on his face, punching the buttons almost lazily. The corner of Remus’ mouth quirked up. Sirius was good, really good, but he was too conceited, and soon he would regret that.

Indeed, right after that, Remus scored a goal and Sirius’ face dropped. Leo whooped, giving him a high-five while Sirius sat forward and leant on his elbows, his eyes set on the TV. It was a very heated deal after that.

Both of them fought like it was a life or death sort of situation, bumping their shoulders occasionally and chirping each other as if they were actually on the ice.

“Don’t you think Sirius looks an awful lot like Letang?” a shocked James whispered into Lily’s ear, but everyone around heard him.

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying,” Finn was looking from the screen to Sirius’ face with wide eyes.

Remus snorted, and he was surprised to realize he was actually enjoying himself. If he was being completely honest, he hadn’t had so much fun with anyone other than Leo in a really long time; it was hard to keep the wide grin from his face as he started catching up to Sirius.

“C’mon Rem, you almost have it,” Leo encouraged when they were tied.

Sirius threw a side glance their way with a frown, just as Remus shot the puck and scored another goal. The game finished not too long after with a scream of “Yes!” from both Remus and Leo, who laughed together and hugged each other, Remus giggling when Leo ruffled his hair.

“Finn...dimples,” Remus heard the whisper from somewhere in the room and looked up to see who’d said it, but was instead met by a disbelieving gaze. Sirius was almost gawking at him, his eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, but his eyes were bright and Remus ducked his head when he felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

Then he glanced around and realized that other people in the room were staring at him in different states of wide eyes.

“What?”

Finn was the one to break the short silence, “Just...bitch ass moves, Remus.”

That prompted an onslaught of questions.

“How did you do that?”

“None of us has ever beaten Sirius in that game before.”

“What do you do again?”

Remus looked at Talker, rubbing the back of his neck, “Um. I’m a PT and a yoga instructor.”

"Well, shit," Talker nodded approvingly. Remus supposed he didn’t really look like a gamer, but he didn’t get what the fuss was all about.

“He’s pretty famous too, a lot of people are waiting in line for his classes,” Leo added with a note of pride in his voice.

“Oh!” Remus turned to look at Kasey, who had his eyes trained on him. “That’s where I know you from! My girlfriend Natalie is obsessed with your videos. She says you’re a great teacher, and not at all bad to look at,” he said with a straight face.

Remus’ cheeks flushed a deeper red in a matter of seconds and he looked down to avoid everyone’s gazes. Especially those grey eyes that seemed to look into his soul.

“Mon dieu, il y a des vidéos?” Sirius muttered, making Leo laugh. Sirius’ head snapped towards him, his eyes widening as Leo replied something in french with a smirk etched on his soft features, something that Remus didn’t understand but it made Sirius choke on his words.

“What’s that?” Remus asked, but Leo only shook his head, still laughing, before his eyes drifted off and found Finn and Logan staring at him. A blush appeared on his cheeks, and Remus could practically hear the other two boys swooning.

There was a deep scowl on Sirius’ face again, who was still very much staring at Remus. Was it because he didn’t like Remus? Or because he didn't like losing? What a sore loser, Remus thought, but he felt squirmish under that gaze. Why is he still staring at me?

But then he saw Black glancing at Leo’s pride bracelet, his expression going harder. Oh God, that would be the cherry on top if he was a homophobic, wouldn’t it? He was about to ask if he had a problem, but someone spoke first.

“I believe the word used was hot,” Natalie’s voice drifted in as she suddenly appeared in the doorway. Remus pulled a face at her.

“Nat, you can’t just go saying those things!”

“What? It’s true,” she shrugged. “I mean, I won’t if it bothers you, but that aside, you’re definitely better than half the people out there.”

James threw his hands in the air impatiently. “I still can’t believe you beat Pa-” he started, but was interrupted by a death glare and he cleared his throat, “Sirius. I can’t believe you won against Sirius.” Then a mischievous smile slowly spread on his face. “I mean, Remus, you could probably beat that Padfoot guy, and he does that for a living.”

Remus snorted, “as if. There’s no way I could ever beat Pads.”

He saw eyebrows being raised, and the scowl completely disappearing from Sirius’ features, to be replaced by a perplexed expression.

“You...you know about him?” he asked, with such awe in his voice that Remus frowned.

“I...yes? I’ve followed his channel since before he got famous,” he shrugged.

“Isn’t that interesting?” James said with a smirk, turning to look at Sirius, who punched him in the arm. James’ smile just widened and Remus’ frown deepened as he continued, "I wonder what you could possibly like about him."

“I personally think that Padfoot is a stuck-up,” Logan said off-handedly, ignoring the daggers Sirius was shooting his way.

“Yeah, he thinks he’s all that, but he’s a bit annoying really,” Finn added, barely keeping in the laughter.

Leo raised his eyebrows, glancing sideways at Remus when he noticed him tensing up, his fists clenching.

“That’s a load of bullshit,” he finally said, causing the laughter to die down. “Padfoot built himself from the ground up, he didn’t have any outside help. And he’s not a stuck-up! Even in the face of all the nonsense criticism he gets, he helps a lot of people in all sorts of situations without even...” Remus trailed off, his voice dying down. He felt like he’d been thrown underwater. He stared off at nothing, his eyes getting slightly unfocused as he tried to think solely of breathing, but he couldn’t avoid being suddenly thrown into a memory.

The cold bed with rumpled sheets. The beeping of his own heart in the hospital machine. His mum’s painting on the nightstand. The smell of antiseptics and dull walls closing in on him. Not being able to get air into his lungs. A retreating back, walking away from him. Being left alone, alone alone al–

He stood up suddenly, finally taking a shaky breath in.

“I should go check on my dog.” Leo glanced his way, and Remus gave him a reassuring smile, “You can stay if you want to. You have the keys.” He gave him a little nod to convey the answer to Leo’s unspoken question. I’m fine, don’t worry.

Remus turned around and exited the room with a dull ‘bye’, completely unaware of Sirius’ utterly soft expression as he watched him go.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #My One in a Million #Sweater Weather #sweater weather lumosinlove #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #sirius x remus

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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Secret 🎅 gift for @tillythestrange @bkdksecretsanta

Secret Santa letter please don’t mind my crappy edit lol. Short but I think it came out cute 😊 Hapy Holidays! 💚💛☃️

“Aww, come on Kacchan, just enjoy the party!” Izuku smiles, bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of the grumpy blonde. “It was really nice of Endeavor to throw it for Christmas.”

“Tch. Must’a been Icyhot’s influence.” Katsuki shoves his hands into his pockets. “You’re lucky I let you drag me here.”

“There’s nothing wrong with supporting our employer, and besides it’s a good idea for us to keep up appearances.”

It’s customary for companies in Japan to celebrate the end of the year, but as part of rebuilding the public’s trust in Pro heroes, doing something nice for kids was a perfect idea. So, they decided on a Christmas themed party where local children from poorer neighborhoods were brought with their parents to attend. Just picture it, Endeavor in a Santa costume makes for a great photo opportunity. They get to spend an evening with the heroes, eat and receive a present from Santa.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “This is so cheesy.” There’s even mistletoe hung. Why? PDA’s are just not something they do in their culture. A ten foot, noble pine was set up and decorated with lights and colorful ornaments. Garlands were strung around the room with large silver bells and red ribbons. Yeah, it all looked like it came out of children’s book.

“Baku nii-chan! Deku nii-chan!”

The two men turn to the loud calls of their names, knowing full well its sources. Neither men has seen the children in over a year due to how busy they were. But Mahoro and Katsuma Shimano were now 13 & 10 years old.

“Our mini me’s!” Izuku chuckles as he kneels down to embrace one child, then the other. “This really is a special occasion now!”

“Pfft,” Katsuki crosses his arms though there’s an evident smile on his face. “It just means we’re on baby sitting duty now.”

“Kacchan, be nice. I’m very happy to see them here.”

“Yeah, Kacchan,” Mahoro mimics Izuku with a smirk. “Be nice.”

“Still a brat I see.”

“She’s a mini you Kacchan.” Even the children giggle at Izuku’s words.

“Tch. She is not.”

Izuku shares a knowing glance with the giggling children. He takes Katsuma’s hand, “how about we show you around?”

Mahoro immediately jumps onto Katsuki’s back, demanding that he piggy back her.

“Oi! Aren’t you too old for that?!”

“Nope!” She chirps.

He rolls his eyes but acquiesces to her demands and eventually Katsuma too ended up on Izuku’s shoulders. The pairs were glued together for the evening, with the children, mostly Mahoro, chattering away about what they’ve been doing or how they love to see their favorite hero’s on the television. Katsuma had truly come to idolize Izuku and hopes to one day follow in the man’s footsteps.

“He keeps a scrap book of Deku nii-chan’s news clippings,” Mahoro tells them about her brothers interests. “Every time you’re in a newspaper or magazine, he bugs me to buy a copy.”

“Awww,” Izuku smiles, “I’m really honored you’d do that! You know,” he speaks directly to the boy, “When I was your age, I was the same way about All Might.”

“That’s an understatement,” Katsuki interjects. “You’re still obsessed with All Might.”

“So? You were just as obsessed as I was Kacchan. We even used to dress up as All Might as kids.”

The two children start giggling madly, especially at the way Katsuki was defending against the statement.

“I was 4! And I wasn’t obsessed, I studied him so I could surpass him. Which I have!”

“He was obsessed,” Izuku mouthes to the children and set off another round of giggles.

As the two heroes glare at each other, Mahoro, ever the trouble maker, leans onto the table and rests her arms on the surface. “So, are you two dating yet?”

“What?!” Both men instantly forget about the feud.

“W-Were not dating!”

Katsuki deadpans. “It’s not like that!”

“Uh-huh, sure looks like it to me. You two bicker like an old married couple in the movies.”

“Well that’s just bullshit!”

“Kacchan, language!”

“Maybe you guys are just idiots then.” Mahoro quips back.

Katsuki stands up from his chair, pointing a finger at the girl. “Listen here you little brat! Only I get to call Deku an idiot!”

Unfazed, Mahoro crosses her arms with a wider smirk. “See. You’re defending him because you like him. Just admit it. It’s okay, we think it’s cute.” Katsuma just nods along with his sisters words.

“I— y-you! Stop it!” The blonde shouts across the table. “We’re friends! We haven’t kissed or anything yet!” How the hell did this kid figure it out?! Katsuki’s sure he’s hidden his feelings for his best friend well!

“Yet?” Her brow raises. “So, you admit you like Deku-nii. That’s a shame you haven’t kissed him, what’s taking you so long?”

Izuku is in complete shock that this is where the conversation had gone. His face is heated and rosy, only made worse by Katsuki’s continuing argument with a 13 year old girl. “Oh, my god...” Izuku breathed out as his body slipped lower in his chair. Now would be a great time to have an invisibility quirk!

“There’s nothing to admit!!”

“Come on Baku nii-chan,” the girl continues teasing the man. “Just kiss him for Christmas. Here, lemme help you.” Mahoro creates a hologram of a mistletoe above Izuku’s head. “You don’t wanna break tradition, do you.”

“Eeeep!” Izuku shrieks. “Why are you doing this?!”

“Because I’m helping you both to admit your feelings for each other.”

Ugh! Katsuki didn’t know what else to do! It’s not like Mahoro was some villain he could beat up, she’s a smart-aleck 13 year old girl! He drops back onto his seat. “Will you talk some sense into her Deku?! Maybe she’ll listen to you.”

Based on the girl shaking her head, Izuku assumes the answer is a big fat no. So, he turns sheepishly to Katsuki instead. “I mean one kiss wouldn’t kill us if it’ll quiet her down.”

“Are you—,” Katsuki starts but quickly snaps his mouth shut. He knew Izuku all too well not to read it on his face that he is serious, but not just to shut the girl up, did he want him to kiss him?! All this time, Katsuki assumed Izuku just saw him as a friend, but the look in the man’s eyes, full of hope? Longing?! His own cheeks fill with warmth at the thought of kissing his crush. Something he’d only fantasized of doing... “Are you sure?” Izuku nods yes.

Katsuki groans internally and narrows his eyes at Mahoro. “If we kiss, you’ll back off, right?!”

“Yup!” The girl smiles.

Okay, it’s not like he’s ever kissed anyone before! And with an audience, Katsuki’s nerves triple. He faces off with Izuku calculating what the right way of pulling this off would be. Seconds turn to minutes as the staring contest continues. Ugh! He could feel his face on fire and his hands are getting sweaty. Any longer and soon explosions would start to go off.

Mahoro drums her fingers on the table. “Any time now Baku nii-chan, Deku nii-chan. I’m not gonna hold that hologram up all night.”

“Argh! Alright already!” Fuck it, just go in for the kill! Katsuki grabs Izuku’s face with both his hands and just slams their lips together so roughly, teeth clash, and the man gives off a squeak. Definitely not how he’d fantasized this would be, but the deed is done.

When Katsuki pulls away, Izuku pulls him back in for a second kiss, needier than this time. The crowd of party guests erupt into a sea of hollering and camera flashes as the two pro heroes locked lips. Such displays were unusual, but apparently there kiss is being celebrated. This time it’s Izuku who pulls away with happy tears in his eyes.

“Geez, don’t cry,” Katsuki chided the man. “It’s not like it was perfect or anything.”

“I thought it was,” Izuku sniffled. “I’ve been dreaming of it for years.”

Katsuki deadpans. So, that meant they’d both been thinking about each other?! He glares at Mahoro. “How’d you figure it out?!”

“Congratulations,” the sassy preteen smirked back, “you’re now officially the last to know.”

#bakudeku #bakudeku secret santa 2020 #bkdk #katsudeku #ktdk #bnha #bakudeku ficlet #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction

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calebdumes · 4 years ago

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Hello! I absolutely adore your writing!!

For a Kanera writing prompt: Kanan and Hera dancing

Please😌

Thank you very much! I really appericate it and I hope you like what I came up with!

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

rating: n/r

word count: 1.1k

Her contact was late but given the number of stormtroopers out and about, Hera wasn't too surprised. The white clad troopers tended to make people move hesitantly and there were a great many of them to be found on Christophsis. So many that Hera was fairly certain that her contact wasn't going to show, not with the rebel activity spiking all over the planet, specifically right here in Tophen. The spark was catching fire and with more people flocking to the cause, the more the Empire tightened its grip. It would probably be in her best interest to call this mission a bust and head home.

But still she lingered.

Like most of the structures on the planet, the cantina was made up of heavy grey durasteel, intercut with giant slabs of crystals. The crystals that enclosed the bar were a soft rosy pink color, interlaced with gold veins that glimmered in the dim lighting. The house band was keeping the small crowd that had formed on the polished floor entertained with a lively tune that had Hera's foot tapping against her stool. If she closed her eyes, just for a moment she could forget about the war, she could imagine a time of peace, a time when she and Kanan could go out dancing and not have it be a cover for a clandestine meeting.

Beside her, Kanan's arm brushed against hers as he threw back the last remaining drops of his drink. She turned her head slightly towards him, her lekku slipping off of her bare shoulder.

Not for the first time, Hera was struck with just how handsome Kanan was. The way his amber skin looked against the opaque pink walls, the way his hair caught in the soft glow of the lights, long strands framing his face from where they had fallen loose from his bun - Hera felt her breath catch in her chest.

Tonight, he looked nothing like the roughneck she met on Gorse, dressed in a fitted black tunic that left very little to the imagination and sharp black slacks. She had no idea where Sabine had found such nice clothes in short notice but Hera wasn't going to lie, she was admiring the view.

Kanan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, arching one of his thick brows. "What?" he asked, his voice gravely from the alcohol.

"Dance with me?" she motioned to the dance floor, the beads in her form fitting purple dress sparkling in the light. Kanan's eyes dragged up her body appreciatively causing a wash of heat to dance across her face. He bit down on his lower lip before flicking his eyes out to the dance floor.

"Aren't we on the job?"

Hera gave him a little shrug. "I think we both know this mission is a lost cause." Then she smirked, running a finger down his chest. "And Sabine went through all that trouble to throw these looks together, we shouldn't waste her hard work."

Desire burned in Kanan's teal eyes. "What if I told you I don't know how to dance?"

"Somehow," she wrapped her fingers in the soft fabric of his shirt and pulled him in so that they were just inches apart. "I doubt that. But you can follow my lead if you're scared."

Kanan chuckled, his breath ghosting over her lips, stained a deep purple to match her gown. "Well if you're leading, by all means Captain Hera, let's dance."

He took her hand in his and pulled her out onto the dance floor. The light, upbeat tempo dissolved into something slower, still sweet but with a gentle and morose undercut. Kanan spun her around, the train of her dress flaring out before he pulled her in close and grabbed onto her waist.

They swayed together with the music, heat thrumming between their bodies. This time, Hera didn't have to close her eyes for the troubles of reality to slip away. It was just them. No Empire. No war. Just her and Kanan. Nothing else mattered.

The way Kanan was looking at her, like she was the most precious thing in the world, it made her knees weak. She didn't think there were words to fully express how much the man meant to her. He was so much more than just a partner or a crewmate. He was so much more than just a friend or lover.

Kanan was the reason she woke in the morning, the air in her lungs, the blood in her veins. He was the reason she fought, the reason why she refused to give up. Kanan was so much more. He was her everything.

Hera cupped his face, her thumb stroking lovingly across his cheek. "I love you." she said. Even those three little words didn't feel like enough to express how she felt when she looked at him. She could say them a million times over, until she lost her ability to speak and they still wouldn't be enough.

"I love you too." he said before he kissed her, slow and deep, his passion matching her intensity at every turn. When they broke apart, his eyes were dark pools of heat, his lips smeared with dark purple streaks. She laughed, pulling the collar of his shirt up to wipe them away.

"Such a mess." she tutted. "I can't take you anywhere."

"What do you say we get out of here then?" he asked.

"And go where?" she responded breathlessly, her body thrumming with want.

"Wherever you want to go."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

Hera kissed him quickly before pulling him off of the dance floor. "Then let's get out of here."

Kanan followed.

They crew was waiting for them in the lounge when they finally docked the Phantom with the Ghost, looking slightly more disheveled then when they left.

“What happened to your dress?” Sabine cried as Hera slipped down the ladder. She yanked at the sleeve, pulling it up over her shoulder. Kanan jumped down behind her, landing lightly on the floor.

“Did you get the intel?” Ezra asked.

“Yeah, I don’t they got the intel.” Zeb chucked sharing a knowing look with Kanan. He slapped him on the shoulder as he passed on the way back to his cabin. The tips of Kanan’s ears reddened.

“Ugh.” Sabine groaned. “Gross.”

“It’s not gross Sabine.” Kanan said, pulling his hair back. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“Everything good here?” Hera interjected.

“Yeah.” Sabine grumbled. “Everything was fine.”

“Good. Then I am going to change.” She said, pulling on the dress strap as it fell again.

“Wait,” She heard Ezra say as she walked out of the lounge. “I’m confused. What’s gross and why didn’t you get the intel?”

“Kid.” Kanan responded. “You never cease to amaze me.”

Hera smiled to herself. Christophsis was nice but it was good to be home.

#ilovestarwarsandkpop #kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #star wars: rebels #star wars #you could always see me #look at me write #shleby writes #asks

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kathyprior4200 · 4 years ago

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Haven Hotel characters

Heaven’s Princess Coercia Egnam glanced down at her long list of meeting attendants and characters that she was about to address: (her handwritten notes included)

Princess Coerciona (2P Charlie) *Most important*

Phalla (2P Vaggie) *Hopeless romantic butterfly*

Devil Grit (2P Angel Dust) *Serious stiff spider*

Stalaro the Techno Angel (2P Alastor the Radio Demon) *Sob story sissy*

Klutzy (2P Niffty) *Lazy maid*

Core (2P Husk) *Hyper fool*

Cherubs Pub and Chub (2P Razzle and Dazzle) *My loyal guards*

Lucius (2P Lucifer) *Dad*

Lilian (2P Lilith) *Mom*

Sivart (2P Travis) *Some guy*

Sir Anguis (2P Sir Pentious) *Stuttering scaredy-snake toy maker*

Berri Blossom (2P Cherri Bomb) *Modest mundane dame*

Catie Carejoy (2P Katie Killjoy) *Soft bitch*

Ron Wrench (2P Tom Trench) *WW1 news guy*

Baker the puffer fish (2P Baxter the anglerfish) *Mad scientist fishy fish*

Jazzy (2P Mimzy) *Chubby singer lady*

Joygrand the Heaven-cat (2P Crymini the deviant hellhound) *Who the fuck are you?*

Raa the Koala angel (2P Roo the kangaroo trash Aussie demon) *Who the fuck are you?*

Iris (2P Rosie) *Day of the Dead Barbie*

Valentine (2P Valentino) *Blueberry pimp wimp*

Nil (2P Vox) *TV guy*

Ashen (2P Velvet) *Harley Doll angel*

Nestlings (2P Egg Bois) *Meh*

Nathan (2P Seviathan) *Old friend*

Elsa (2P Helsa) *Meh*

Beth (2P Bethasa) *Meh*

Fred (2P Fredrick) *Meh*

Holly (2p Molly) *Devil Grit’s spider sister*

Ragno (2P Arackniss) *Devil Grit’s spider brother*

Henry (2P Henroin) *Devil Grit’s father*

Alliv the blue tough tabby cat (2P Villa pink girly poodle) *Don’t even fucking know*

Thin Tenders (2P Fat Nuggets) *Potential snack*

Archangels (2P Archdemons)

Anti-Exorcists: White demon beings who convert angels into demons each year. Great source of entertainment.

E.L.F. (2P I.M.P.) not to be confused with C.H.E.R.U.B. the sheep love spreaders and revivers

D.E.V.I.L. (2P C.H.E.R.U.B.) murderers, hate-spreading black rams

Docile (2P Blitzo) *Some childish leader*

Tirred (2P Moxxie) *Serious one*

Timmid (2P Millie) *Wallflower*

Sunna (2P Loona) *High pussy*

Mia and Tia (2P Tilla and Barbie Wire) *Circus twins?*

Samael *Punishing BDSM angel*

Menadel (2P Stolas) *Swan prince, Quartet’s father*

Flora (2P Stella) *Quartet’s mother*

Quartet (2P Octavia) * Swan princess, bubbly teen*

Mayberry/Juneberry (2P Mrs. Mayberry) (Former Human)

Mary (2P Martha) (Former Human)

Ralph (2P Ralphie) (Former Human)

Ollie (2P Eddie) *Brat kid*

Bio Wizz (2P Robo Fizz) *Circus conspiracy?*

Kiva (2P Verosika Mayday) *Zealot*

Woo-Hoo Land Mascot (2P Loo-Loo Land Mascot) *What a creep*

(More to be added)

(2P Zoophobia characters)

More characters to be added

“Alright my subjects, tell me something,” Coceria began as she filed her sharp claws with a knife in a tall leather chair framed by black wrought iron. Her black spiky crown was on her head as usual. An angelic spear rested by the throne. Below her was a large crowd seated in comfortable chairs, many of them in shades of blue and green. “How the flying fuck am I supposed to remember all your names?! I bet half of you guys are insignificant background characters. And the majority of you haven’t even been featured in the show yet!”

“You mean the Hazbin Hotel show? About our counterparts?” asked Stalaro, holding up a white rose for Coercia. Soft classical music played from his blue microphone staff. The pansexual blue man was occasionally stealing glances at Devil Grit’s fluff.

“That’s irrelevant right now, you sad sack of stag shit!” Coercia yelled. Stalaro’s rose wilted in his hands and the music scratched to a stop. Tears were forming in his large blue eyes and his fluffy ear tuffs were drooping. “B-but I’m talking about my show: The Hazbin Ho…”

“Haven Hotel,” Phalla corrected.

“Right, Haven Hotel! And there’s also that spinoff show Helluva Boss.”

“Heavenly Boss,” Docile corrected her. The elf sat with his colleagues next to a flyer which read, “Efficient Lifesaving Fellows: We revive and keep mortals alive! Sign up today, 33% off.”

“Whatever,”Coercia brushed them aside. “Anyway, normally I wouldn’t care much about you guys, but now that I have formed the Haven Hotel, Phalla figured it should be a good time for us to introduce ourselves. Or more precisely, me to talk to you all.”

“A practical first start,” Devil Grit mentioned with a nod. He was a dark gray faced spider with small green dots below his eyes. His suit was black with green stripes, along with a green bow tie. “Just make sure that everyone stays at least six feet away from me. Social distancing is a safe standard, and necessary precaution.”

“I do love making new friends!” Phalla smiled, fluffing her long black hair with teal ends. A glowing green X was over her right eye and a teal bow was perched don her head. “Don’t you, Klutzy?”

The small blue cyclops angel narrowed her large eye. “Friends. Oh joy.”

“I must say, Coerce dear,” said Lucius. “I don’t really approve of your hotel and your idea. If the council finds out about your attempt to promote rule-breaking activities…”

“Banishment to Hell? Or to my room?” Coercia asked, hands on her hips. “Not the end of the world. And my name is Princess Coerciona. I prefer my full title.”

Core, the friendly white cat, rolled his eyes. He shuffled a few cards in his furry paws. “She’s no fun.”

“I heard that, cat!” she called, making him flinch back a bit.

“We raised you better than this,” Lilian added.

“Oh really?” The black haired princess stood up and turned toward her mother. “You’d rather I be some bubbly musical loving princess who wants to spread “joy and redemption” far across the land? Ha! No. A true ruler commands fear and respect in their subjects. I’m sure Hell’s king Lucifer would agree.”

Pub and Chub, the naked flying babies grinned in agreement while fine tuning black electric guitars in the background.

“We do not mention that name,” Lucius began but Coercia was ignoring them again.

“Lucifer may be a traitor to Him but at least he had guts. If His teachings weren’t so flawed, I’d still be promoting them wholeheartedly. As for my position…maybe another princess may someday take my place, but that’s not gonna happen if I manage to be princess of both realms. But now I’m here, in this lovely, shiny…fake excuse of a paradise with wackos like you. Still, someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

Phalla giggled while Core pat a sobbing Stalaro on his blue back. He wiped his face as his monocle glinted in the sunlight under his left eye.

“Your uncle Metatron wouldn’t approve of your attitude,” Lucius added.

“He wouldn’t even notice, considering he’s too engrossed in his record-keeping,” countered Coercia.

Nearby on another part of the stage, the ocean-like angels Elsa and Nathan whispered to each other.

“I don’t understand it,” Nathan said. “Here I was, promoting goodness for everyone, but Coercia laughed at my ideas and pushed me around. And we even went to Heaven High school prom together.”

“Lucius wanted our two families united, so we could have a higher standing,” Elsa added. “You dating the princess would’ve helped. But sadly she broke up with you and now here we are, envious.”

“Don’t remind me,” Nathan sighed. “It’s not like I was the one abusing her and mocking her ideas. At least she didn’t run off with a sinner girlfriend to further tarnish her family reputation. Ugh…restraining societal standards affect us even here.”

“Or maybe…she’s not much of a romantic person to begin with,” Elsa suggested.

“Not all aromantic and asexual people are cold-hearted,” Nathan said. “She’s just one bad apple.”

Coercia seethed at them, briefly letting out her black feathery wings and white spiked halo over her head. She spoke in a high-pitched angelic language before retreating back to her regular form.

“I hate it when she swears,” Elsa muttered.

Coercia turned to the crowd. “Alright, let’s begin.”

#2P 2PHazbinHotel HazbinHotel

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