#but dear lord the work out my poker face is getting

[touchlikethesun]

we've given up on homework, now trying to speed read the last 20k words of a 100k word pwp before my flight so i can start a new fic.

why don't i just start a new fic and abandon this one? well i really want to see if they ever have a conversation without fucking. i think, in 100k words, surely they must have at least one singular conversation

[xxchumanixx]

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 4

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 4 - Safeguard

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Max being Max

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello my loves! I know it's been a while, and I'm so sorry for it! Im not really happy with this yet, and im still not a hundred percent sure how this story will fold out.

Im sorry if this seems like more of a filler (or if it doesn't make any sense idk) or if it's too much time with the brother, but I'm trying to build this story into something that has a certain depth... even though I'm not sure if it works or not...

Anyways,

Enjoy!

Series Masterlist

Dear reader,

One would say a stroll in the park would cool one's mind, but I have the feeling that maybe for some it will not. This author is sure that some of them will burn rather quickly in the sun. Maybe even some heads will start to smoke soon, too.

We can only wait to find out.

Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, April 1814

You changed into a more proper gown for the park, your maid helping you. She made your hair,  applying some blush to your cheeks, before you went downstairs again, searching for your brother.  

Max was waiting in the foyer, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed. He looked up as he heard your footsteps approaching. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he took in your appearance.

"Looking lovely, darling sister." he said, pushing himself away from the pillar. "You're sure to capture some hearts at the park with that outfit."

You chuckled. "That's the goal, right?" you asked. "I'm ready to go."

Max nodded, offering you his arm. "Indeed, the more hearts you capture, the closer we are to finding you a suitable match." 

He led you out the door and towards the waiting carriage. Once you were both seated comfortably, he signaled to the driver to start the ride.   

"Now," he said, leaning back against the seat. "We have some time before reaching our destination, so I have a question for you."  

You cocked a brow at him. "What question?"

Max shrugged casually, a playful glint in his eye. "Consider it a... hypothetical question."  he said and paused, studying you for a moment before continuing. "Let's say, hypothetically speaking, a particular Lord has caught your eye." 

He paused again, waiting for your reaction.  

You didn't react to it, though, not letting him see anything in your posture. He had a thing for making everything complicated.

Max smirked, noticing your lack of reaction and the way you kept your composure. "Oh, don't play coy with me, darling sister. Your poker face is not quite convincing." he said, chuckling. "But for the sake of the hypothetical, let's say this Lord is handsome, charming, and has a bit of a reputation as a rake."  

You rolled your eyes, slumping back in your seat. "Really, Max?" you asked, getting annoyed. "What are you getting at?"  

Max chuckled, enjoying your reaction. "Just a hypothetical, darling sister, a simple what-if scenario." he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "But I'm just wondering, if this hypothetical Lord was interested in you, would you be interested back?"  

You blinked a few times in confusion. "Only if I like him, if he piques my interest. Why?"  

Max feigned innocence, shrugging slightly. "Just curious, is all. Hypothetically, of course."  he smirked, unable to resist teasing you a bit more, and you groaned. "But let's say, hypothetically, this Lord has a reputation, a wild and carefree past. Would you still be interested?"  

You frowned, irritation clear on your face. "Really, you're insufferable, Max." you said. "But yes, I might be still interested."  

Max chuckled, not seeming at all offended by your remark. "Insufferable, or just enjoying myself immensely?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. "So, you wouldn't be intimidated by a Lord's reputation? Even if he has a tendency to partake in... debauchery?"  

You huffed, not sure why he was asking that stuff. "You're no better, Maximilian." you said. "What would you say if someone was interested in you?"  

He chuckled, grinning at your comment about his own reputation as a rake. "Ah, touché, darling sister." he said, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. "If someone were interested in me, eh? I would say, firstly, that they have good taste." he explained, smirking. "But beyond that, I suppose I would be flattered. Provided they are not a dreadful bore, of course."  

You rolled your eyes again. "Would you tell her the same you tell me?" you questioned further, leaning slightly forward, too. "To be cautious because of your reputation as a rake? Or what would you tell her?"  

Max raised an eyebrow, sensing the hint of a challenge in your words. He chuckled, playing along.  "Why, I would be honest with her, of course." he said, holding your gaze. "I would inform her of my past. My time spent in college, the parties, the dalliances. I would not attempt to sugarcoat my reputation. Honesty is, after all, of the utmost importance." 

He smirked, leaning forward as well. "And if she were still interested after that, well, then perhaps..."  

"See." you cut him off, before he could have ended that sentence. "So why lecture me then? Lord Bridgerton seems honest about his reputation, no different than you are. Why shouldn't I be interested? Why should I be cautious?" 

Max chuckled, realizing you had caught him in his own argument. “You sneaky minx.” he said, unable to keep the smile off his face.   

Then he sighed, leaning back in his seat again. “Very well, you have a point. But you must understand, I am merely acting as your older brother.” He paused for a moment, his expression turning a bit more serious. “Lord Bridgerton is honest about his reputation, but… sometimes honesty can be dangerous, especially to an unguarded heart.” he then said a bit softer.

You shook your head at your brothers words. The carriage luckily took the moment to halt in the park, and you sighed to yourself. This argument would have been pointless – it had been the last few years, and it wouldn’t change.

One reason more to proof him wrong about it, to show him that love and practicality were both possible in a marriage. 

Max stepped out of the carriage first, offering his hand to help you out. He smiled reassuringly, as if sensing your thoughts. “Chin up, dearest sister.” he said softly. “Enjoy this day. Perhaps the perfect admirer will catch your eye.”   

He linked his arm with yours as you began to stroll through the park.

You looked around the people gathered, trying to make out if Anthony was there, too, whilst the servants put up the pavilion and stuff. 

As you glanced around the park, looking for Anthony, Max noticed your subtle gaze and smirked slightly. “Looking for someone in particular, darling sister?” he asked, his voice teasing. 

You shook your head. “No, just checking who is in the park. Might be someone amongst them I could have a pleasant conversation with.” 

Max chuckled, knowing full well who you were looking for. “Ah, a pleasant conversation. How dreadfully boring.” He squeezed your arm playfully. “Come now, have some fun. Let loose a little.” 

You chuckled slightly. “Be grateful you don’t have to have these pleasant conversations.” 

Max pretended to shudder, feigning disgust. “Indeed, it would be a dreadful fate, having to engage in boring conversations.” he chuckled, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “But you, dear sister, have a knack for making even the dullest conversations bearable. I’m envious of those poor sods trying to charm you.” 

You scoffed. “I could find a wife for you, if you’re so lonely.” you offered playfully. “Maybe someone that likes to talk all day.” 

Max pretended to consider this for a moment, stroking his chin theatrically. “Hmm, an endless conversationalist, you say?” He let out a exaggerated groan. “Oh, the horrors. The incessant prattle. The never-ending barrage of chatter. What a nightmare you would inflict upon me.” 

“Serves you right.” you gave back. “For making fun of me.” 

He chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, come now, darling sister. A little teasing between siblings is just part of the family bond.” he said, playfully nudging you with his elbow again. “Besides, where’s your sense of humor? I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Can’t you take a little jest?” 

You nudged him back, maybe not the most ladylike act, but you didn’t care. “I’m full of humor.” you said. “Why do you think I can endure your presence like that?” 

Max let out a hearty laugh, pretending to clutch his chest in mock pain. "Ah, you wound me!" he exclaimed. "I’m hurt, dearest sister. I pour my soul into entertaining you, and this is the gratitude I receive?" 

He grinned, his laughter dying down. “You know you love me.” 

“You’re lucky I do.” you retorted, eyes still flitting through the park in search of Anthony. 

Max chuckled, his grin widening as he noticed your persistent glances around the park. He knew full well who you were looking for, but decided to play along, feigning ignorance.   

“Looking for someone in particular again?” he asked, his voice laced with playful innocence. 

“Cressida Cowper.” you shot back. “I’m feeling like some dreadful company.” 

Max raised an eyebrow, his expression mimicking surprise. “Cressida Cowper? My, my, you are in a rebellious mood today.” He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “And here I thought you valued pleasant conversations. Seems like you’re craving some chaos.” 

You chuckled. “Where would be the fun without some occasional chaos?” 

He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Ah, there’s the mischievous side of my dear sister." he said playfully. "I was beginning to worry you had completely taken on the role of the perfect young lady."

He squeezed your arm lightly. “You do know you’ll drive me to an early grave one day, don’t you?” 

“Oh, I certainly hope so.” you muttered, though you didn’t really mean it. You bit your cheek, slowly fearing Anthony wouldn’t show up. You didn't even know why you were so excited yet anxious to see him again, yet you weren't able to suppress it either.

Max chuckled at your response, knowing fully well you were merely jesting. However, he sensed your subtle disappointment, noticing the way you bit your cheek.   

“What’s the matter, dearest?” he asked softly, his tone somewhat more serious now. “You were hoping for someone in particular to join us, weren’t you?” 

You sighed. “Maybe.” you admitted, spotting Lord Pendale. Stiffening, you fought the urge to turn around and run. 

Max noticed your sudden change in demeanor and the way you became more tense. He followed your gaze, spotting the lord in question and immediately understanding your reaction.   

He leaned closer, whispering discreetly. “Ah, Lord Pendale. Should I be concerned?” 

“He seems uncomfortably interested in me.” you said. “Though it’s one-sided.” 

Max frowned slightly, not liking the sound of Lord Pendale’s unwelcome advances. “I see.” he said, his voice laced with a hint of protective concern.   

He glanced over at Lord Pendale, sizing up the situation. “Do you wish me to intervene? Throw him off your scent for the afternoon?” 

You huffed. “And ruin my reputation? No, thank you.” you gave back, giving his arm a light squeeze. “I can handle him. He just doesn’t seem too fond of the idea of his wife being well-read. And he talks way too much about finances, just like this morning.” 

Max chuckled, amused by your description of Lord Pendale. "Ah, a man of dull conversation and limited interest." he mused. "A true gem indeed." He smirked, feigning a shiver. “I can’t imagine how dull it must have been, listening to him go on about finances. My condolences for your ears, darling sister.” 

You huffed again. “You can’t imagine the relief I felt when you walked into the room to announce we have an appointment.” 

Max chuckled, recalling the events. “Ah, yes, my timely entrance to rescue you from the drudgery of financial discussion." he said. "I was merely looking out for your sanity, dear sister.”   

He leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “You should be grateful for my impeccable timing.” 

You nodded. “I am, believe me, brother.” you assured him. You still didn’t see Anthony, and your mood slowly dropped by the minute. You had hoped for at least one pleasant conversation.

“Don’t fret too much, dearest sister. The day is still young." Max said. "There’s plenty of time for your special someone to appear.” 

You nodded, not convinced. “Maybe.” you mumbled. “Or maybe you were right, and he really isn’t interested in a courtship… Even though it seemed different this morning…” 

Max noticed the slight waver in your voice, sensing your uncertainty and disappointment. He placed a comforting hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.   

“Darling sister,” he said softly, his tone sincere. “Just because he hasn’t arrived yet does not mean he isn’t interested. Perhaps he has been held up by some unexpected business or other obligations. You mustn’t let your mind run away with negative thoughts.” 

You nodded again with a sigh. “Right, how foolish of me to not consider that.” you mumbled, biting your cheek. “I only met him yesterday after not having seen him for years, I shouldn’t be so disappointed.” 

Max gave you a sympathetic smile, understanding the depth of your feelings. “It’s only natural to be disappointed, dearest." he assured you. "But you mustn’t be too hard on yourself. These things take time.”   

He paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully. “But remember, it is important not to get too invested too quickly. It can be dangerous for your heart.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, you’ve been telling me about it for the past few years.” 

Max chuckled faintly. “Ah, yes, I suppose I have, haven’t I?" he said, smiling softly. "But my advice comes from a place of concern. I only wish to protect you from potential heartbreak.” 

“I know, I know.” you sighed, patting his arm. “But fear not, dear brother, I will be careful.” You looked around again, silently hoping Lord Pendale wouldn’t notice you before you found Anthony.

Where could he be? Was he really just delayed? Or did he not wish to see you again? 

Max chuckled, noticing your subtle attempt to avoid Lord Pendale’s notice. He gently guided you, slightly altering your position so that you wouldn’t be easily spotted from where Lord Pendale was standing.   

“Ah, attempting to play hide and seek with our dull-minded friend, are we?” he whispered, amusement obvious in his voice. 

You chuckled uneasily. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “I am simply not ready for a conversation with him again. My brain would decay.”  

Max laughed, thoroughly entertained by your witty remark. “Ah, you and your sharp tongue." he chuckled. "I can’t blame you, sister. Lord Pendale’s conversational skills are akin to watching paint dry.”   

He patted your shoulder lightly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you hidden from him as long as necessary.” 

“Thank you, Max.” you said. “I appreciate it.”  

He smiled warmly, a hint of brotherly affection in his eyes. “Of course, dearest sister. That’s what brothers are for.”   

He leaned in slightly, his tone more conspiratorial. “We can pretend to have a long, elaborate discussion about something exceedingly dull." he offered. "That should deter Lord Pendale from approaching us.” 

You chuckled. “Oh, I hope so.” you said. “Otherwise I’d have to be Cressida and suddenly faint.” 

Max laughed heartily at your suggestion, clearly amused by the idea. “Oh, please do, dearest sister." he laughed, hand on his chest. "I should like to see Lord Pendale’s expression as you take a dramatic swoon on the grass.”   

He shook his head, a grin on his face. “But let us hope it won’t come to that.” 

“Fingers crossed.” you mumbled, biting your cheek once more, the sensitive flesh stinging already. Some of the lords looked your way, but they didn’t come over to talk yet. 

Max noticed the lords stealing glances your way, too and chuckled. “Ah, it seems you’re quite the topic of conversation among them, dear sister.” He gestured discretely towards the men, a smirk on his face. “I can almost hear the gossip starting to spread.” 

You refrained from rolling your eyes and instead smiled at the men politely. “Or they’re talking about how ridiculous you look.” you joked, keeping that smile on your face. 

Max feigned mock offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Ridiculous, you say?" he wanted to know. "Now that’s just hurtful, sister. I’ll have you know the peacock blue waistcoat is quite the fashion statement.”   

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. “But let’s not kid ourselves, they’re more likely staring at your radiant beauty than my exquisite sense of style.” 

You chuckled. “Ever the charmer, are you not?” Then you looked around the park again, spotting the pavilion of the Bridgertons, and your heart stuttered before doubling its speed. “Let’s go over there.” you said, wanting to look if Anthony was amongst them.  

Max followed your gaze, spotting the pavilion where the Bridgerton family was gathered. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile slowly spreading across his face. He caught onto your subtle motive for wanting to go over there. “Ah, so that’s why you suddenly want to saunter over there." he teased. "Hoping to catch a glimpse of someone special, perhaps?” 

Oh, he very well knew who you were looking for. But if you wouldn't tell, he wouldn't say.

You shrugged, pouting but lightly tugging him in the direction of the pavilion. “No, I just decided I like the grass over there better.” 

Max chuckled at your not-so-subtle attempt to hide your true intentions. He feigned obliviousness, going along with your explanation of liking the grass better. “Ah, of course.” he said, playing along as he allowed you to lead him towards the pavilion. “Because the grass is so much greener there, right?”   

He suppressed a smirk, fully aware of your real purpose for wanting to go over there. 

“It is indeed.” you agreed. “It’s a much greener shade than the rest of it.”

As you walked closer, you tried to scan the people, see if he was amongst them – but he wasn’t. You felt a pang in your chest – if his family was there, but he wasn’t, that could mean he was delayed – or he didn’t want to come.  

Max followed your gaze as you scanned the people at the pavilion, noticing your slight disappointment as you didn’t spot Anthony. He tried to keep his tone casual but couldn’t help the hint of concern in his voice.   

“Looking for someone in particular, dearest sister?” he asked softly, his eyes observing your expression. 

You shook your head. “No.” you said, trying to hide your disappointment and wanted to turn in another direction when Violet Bridgerton spotted you – Anthony's mother. “Miss Barton!” she called out, walking over. “Lord Barton.” 

Max smiled and inclined his head respectively as Lady Bridgerton approached. “Lady Bridgerton,” he greeted warmly. “A pleasure to see you.”   

Max glanced at you, knowing of your initial attempt to turn away, only to be thwarted by Lady Bridgerton’s call. He gave you a subtle nudge, silently telling you to compose yourself and engage in the conversation. 

You smiled at her politely, not sure why she chose to address you. “Lady Bridgerton.” you greeted her with curtsy. “It’s a pleasure to see you.” 

Lady Bridgerton returned your polite greeting with a warm smile. “I must say, dear, you certainly look delightful today.” She glanced around, her gaze lingering on the group of lords who had been looking at you earlier. Then her smile widened a bit, as if she had an idea. 

You smiled meanwhile, blushing slightly. 

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly at your blushing. “Ah, such a charming blush. I remember when I was your age, dear.”   

Max, on the other hand, was watching the entire interaction with a mixture of amusement and caution. He could sense that Lady Bridgerton had something up her sleeve. 

She always had, didn't she?

You chuckled quietly. “Oh, I bet you must have at least looked as wonderful as you do now, lady Bridgerton.” you said with a smile.  

Lady Bridgerton chuckled at your compliment, clearly pleased. “Ah, what a delightful charmer you are, dear.” She turned her attention to Max for a moment. “She’s quite the catch, isn’t she?”   

Max nodded silently, a knowing smirk on his face. He slowly got a hunch of what she was doing. 

Lady Bridgerton turned back to you, her gaze appraising. “You know, dear, I’ve been thinking…” she said, pausing.

Max raised an eyebrow at the same time as you did, silently wondering what she was about to say. He discreetly nudged you gently, signaling for you to listen intently.

You elbowed him back but listened nonetheless.  

Lady Bridgerton smiled slightly at the exchange between you and Max before continuing. “With the season in full swing, I’ve noticed some young lords expressing interest in you.” she said before she paused, gauging your reaction.   

You swallowed, blushing slightly. “Not as many as Daphne had last year.” you pointed out, smiling.  

She chuckled softly, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement. “Ah, darling Daphne’s success certainly set the tone.” she said dreamily. Then, she paused for a moment before returning to her initial line of thought. “The thing is, my dear, with so many young lords vying for your attention, well…”   

Max interjected, his voice smooth yet layered with a hint of humor. “Yes, Lady Bridgerton, do get to the point of it all, please.” he spoke pleadingly, fearing she would never get to the point.

You elbowed him again; maybe not as subtle as you wanted to, though. “Let her talk, Max. You’re so impolite.” you scolded him.

Max chuckled softly at your elbow, feigning offense. “Impolite, you say?" he asked. "I am merely trying to keep the conversation moving forward to its intended point, dearest sister.”   

Lady Bridgerton chuckled as well, amused by the banter between you and Max. She resumed her thought. “You see, with so many young men expressing interest, it’s natural for a mother to consider their… intentions, let’s say.” 

Max nodded, silently agreeing with her point of view. He could sense that she was leading up to something.   

Lady Bridgerton continued after a moment, her gaze fixed on you. “It just so happens that some of these young men are, well… less than honorable in their intentions.” 

You nodded. “Yes, I can imagine.” you said, biting your cheek. Your mother would have told you the same if she was still alive.

She nodded in agreement. “Precisely, dear. And as a mother, I have a certain responsibility to ensure that those intentions do not… shall we say, veer towards the Inappropriate.” she continued to explain.

You blinked at her a few times before you chuckled under your breath. “Oh, don’t worry, Lady Bridgerton.” you assured her. “I can protect myself if need be. But I appreciate your concern. It’s a fresh change to my brother’s non-stop babbling."

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, appreciating your confidence. “Ah, the overprotective older brother always has his ways, doesn’t he?”   

Max rolled his eyes playfully, feigning annoyance at your comment. “Oh, yes, I’m sure my ‘constant babbling’ is quite an annoyance to you, dearest sister.” he muttered.

“You have no clue.” you mumbled but smiled.  

Max chuckled, a hint of affectionate annoyance in his eyes. “Yes, I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to bear my company.”   

Lady Bridgerton chuckled as well, amused by the back-and-forth banter between you two. She cleared her throat, bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand.   

“Now, dear, while I have confidence in your ability to handle young lords, it is always beneficial to have… a safeguard, shall we say?” she explained, head tilting slightly.

“A safeguard?” you echoed, brows furrowing. Where was she going with this?

She nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, a safeguard." she nodded. "Someone to ensure that those less honorable young men don’t overstep their bounds.”   

Max, sensing her intention, raised an eyebrow, his expression silently asking where she was going with this, too. He was already said safeguard, so why was she inclining this?

Lady Bridgerton smiled discreetly, her eyes glinting with determination. “And, I believe I may have found the perfect solution to our little dilemma.”   

Max looked at her with curiosity and slight amusement. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Do enlighten us, Lady Bridgerton.” 

She chuckled, clearly pleased with her own cleverness. “It occurred to me that having a trusted, available member of the family who can keep an eye on things might be beneficial.”   

Max chuckled, a knowing smirk on his face. “A member of the family, you say?" He asked. "And pray tell, who did you have in mind for this esteemed role if not me - her brother?” 

Before Lady Bridgerton could continue, though, he stepped closer, his tone slightly teasing. He leaned in closer to her, a sly smile on his face. “Ah, let me guess, Lady Bridgerton. Is it perhaps a certain eldest son of the Bridgerton family…”   

Lady Bridgerton chuckled, seemingly amused by his guess. “Ah, always astute, aren’t you, Lord Barton?" she retorted. "Indeed, I was thinking of Anthony.” 

Your heart stopped for a moment before it doubled its speed. “What do you mean, Lady Bridgerton?” you wanted to know, brows furrowed slightly.  

She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on you. Max observed you with a watchful eye, noticing the slight change in your expression.   

“Well, dear…” she began, her voice smooth and measured. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Anthony has a certain… reputation among the young ladies.”   

Max couldn’t help but bite back a chuckle at this.   

“Lady Bridgerton,” he interjected, his voice light. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” 

You frowned even more in confusion, gaze flicking between them.  

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, amused by your confusion. Max watched you closely, his eyes silently asking if you’d caught onto what they were implying.   

“I’m saying that, perhaps, having Anthony look after you might… deter the less honorable young men from getting too close.”   

Max chuckled quietly, unable to help himself. “Lady Bridgerton, you’re being quite subtle, aren’t you?” he quipped.   

She smiled mischievously. “Well, sometimes subtlety is a lady’s best weapon.” 

You bit your lip. “Are you trying to make it look like Lord Bridgerton is courting me, to scare less honorable men away from me and lift his reputation as a rake?” you wanted to know, cocking a brow.  

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, impressed by your astute observation. Max smiled, silently admiring your sharp wit.   

“I must say, you’re quite perceptive, dear,” she admitted. “But yes, that’s essentially the idea.”   

Max chuckled again, enjoying the discussion. “I must admit, it’s a rather clever plan, don’t you think, dearest sister?” 

You frowned at him. Was she trying to manipulate the ton - just like her daughter did last year? “And what does Lord Bridgerton say about this?” you asked.

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression slightly concerned. “Unfortunately, Anthony is… less than enthusiastic about such prospects." she admitted. "He’s quite stubborn, that boy.”   

Max chimed in again, a sly smirk on his face. “Ah, yes, quite the reluctant participant, I imagine.” 

It hurt a bit that he didn’t seem interested in a courtship, even though he’d been at your house this morning. You didn’t show it, though, thinking about the offer. “So you’re trying with me and your son what went on with Daphne and the Duke of Hastings?” you asked. “But wouldn’t it result in me having more suitors and your son…” you thought about it. “Either they would leave him in peace, or they would throw themselves at him.” 

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly at your observation. Max snickered quietly, unable to hold back his amusement. “Ah, you really are quite astute, dearest sister,” he commented, a smirk on his face.   

Lady Bridgerton sighed. “Yes, it’s a bit of a gamble, I must admit. But I believe it’s necessary to at least give it a try.”   

Max laughed slightly, finding this entire situation rather humorous. “Oh, Anthony is going to absolutely love this,” he said sarcastically, unable to hide his amused expression. 

You huffed. “I have the feeling he won't.” 

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, her expression hinting at her agreement. Max smirked, his eyes glinting with playful humor.   

“Ah, you’re probably right,” he chimed in. “Anthony isn’t one for being told what to do, particularly when it comes to… well, anything, really.”   

Lady Bridgerton sighed, a mixture of frustration and resignation in her voice. “Yes, he can be quite… difficult." she admitted.

After what happened with his father, he'd built that wall around himself, closing himself off to the world in a sense of way.

And boy, did she hate it.

You nodded. “That seems rather… interesting.” you said. “And you’re sure this will work? I mean, what exactly do you promise yourself from this, Lady Bridgerton?” 

She smiled slightly, appreciating your curiosity. “Well, dear,” she began. “I'm hoping that by having your presence around him, it will somehow… calm his rakish behavior.”   

Max snickered, unable to contain his laughter. “And perhaps it might even improve his own reputation, eh, Lady Bridgerton?”   

Lady Bridgerton nodded. “Yes, that’s the hope, of course.” 

“Well, that either means I’m desirable and he is supposed to only have eyes for me, or it means I’m undesirable, and he will lose his… what did you call it earlier, brother? Appetite?” you said, fingers fumbling with the fabric of your dress.

The idea seemed strange, yet it seemed to promise more time with Anthony.

If he was willing to participate in this.

Max chuckled, amused by your observation. “Ah, you’ve hit the nail on the head, sister." he agreed. "Precisely, the idea is that he shall only have eyes for you.”   

Lady Bridgerton nodded, her expression hopeful. Max raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “And if you are, indeed, undesirable… well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, shall we?” he quipped jokingly. 

You shook your head slightly. “So this all depends on him agreeing, right?” 

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression a mixture of determination and mild concern. “Yes, unfortunately, you’re correct. Anthony’s cooperation is essential for this plan to work.”   

Max chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with wry amusement. “And let me tell you, dear, getting Anthony to cooperate when he doesn't want to is like trying to tame a wild animal.” he teased.

You huffed. “I can imagine.” you mumbled. “But tell me, Lady Bridgerton, why me?” 

She smiled slightly, appreciating your directness. “Well, dear,” she began. “I’ve watched you over the years, and I think you’re quite an admirable young woman. You have a certain grace and strength about you that I find quite commendable. Your mother and I always joked about connecting our families. It only seems fitting.”   

You mulled about it for a moment. You could picture your mother and Lady Bridgerton making plans, always having been curious about their tea times when you were younger.

You had to find someone to marry you, and even if Anthony wouldn’t be that one, his attention would surely make more lords interested in you.

“Okay.” you then said slowly.

Lady Bridgerton's expression lit up with hope, her eyes shining with optimism. Max chuckled quietly, a smirk on his face at your unexpected willingness to agree.   

“Excellent,” she said, a hint of relief in her tone. “I’m glad to hear that you’re on board with this plan, dear.”   

Max chuckled softly, still finding the whole situation slightly amusing. “You’re going to be the talk of the ton with this little scheme, dearest sister. Lord Briderton is not going to know what hit him.” 

You nodded. “We shall wait what he says about this.” you said.  

Lady Bridgerton nodded in agreement, a hopeful expression on her face. Max stifled a laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, I have a feeling he will protest quite loudly.” he chimed in. “But I think we’ll eventually wear him down, my dear.”   

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, a hint of determination in her tone. “Yes, I’m sure it will require some persuasion." she agreed. "But I’m confident we’ll convince him in the end.” 

“Where is he, may I ask?” you asked, gaze flitting through the park. “I thought he would be with you, seeing as almost your whole family seems gathered here.” 

Lady Bridgerton glanced around as if expecting to see him nearby. Max chuckled quietly, his smirk widening. “Ah, Anthony has a habit of keeping to himself, even at family gatherings,” he said. “He’s probably off in some corner brooding, or perhaps trying to drown himself in a glass of bourbon.” 

Lady Bridgerton rolled her eyes slightly, her expression slightly exasperated. “Yes, my son does enjoy solitary moments.” she said. “And his tendency to brood is… quite remarkable.”   

Max chuckled, his smirk growing wider. “Ah, don’t mind him, dearest sister,” he joked. “He’s just allergic to anything resembling a joyful occasion.” 

You huffed. “That’s great for this… deal.” you said, sarcasm shining through. “How shall this work if he doesn’t want to participate in such activities?” 

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. “That’s definitely a challenge,” she admitted. “Anthony does have a tendency to… isolate himself sometimes.”   

Max snickered quietly, his smirk betraying his amusement. “Oh, yes, he prefers to wallow in his own misery rather than engage in social activities. It’s quite annoying, really.” 

You sighed. “Great.” you mumbled.  

Lady Bridgerton chuckled slightly, a hint of resignation in her expression. Max rolled his eyes playfully, his smirk growing wider.   

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” he said. “Anthony may try to resist, but we’ll find a way to drag him out of his brooding cave eventually.” 

You nodded as you saw Lord Pendale approach. “God, no.” you mumbled under your breath, sending him a smile, but hoping he would take a sudden turn and go the other way.  

Lady Bridgerton raised an eyebrow, silently observing the situation.   

“Ah, the illustrious Lord Pendale,” Max quipped, a smirk on his face. “I can see why you’d prefer he doesn’t come over.” 

You kept smiling. “Now would be the perfect time for Lord Bridgerton to appear.” you said to Lady Bridgerton through gritted teeth, keeping your voice quiet.  

She chuckled softly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Max stifled a laugh, enjoying the unfolding of this little scene.   

“Oh, wouldn’t that be quite the spectacle?” he mused. “The brooding Lord Bridgerton rescuing you from the clutches of Lord Pendale.” 

“I would be so- Lord Pendale.” you cut yourself off to greet Lord Pendale with a small curtsy. 

Lord Pendale approached with a confident smile, his gaze fixated on you. He returned the curtsy, his voice dripping with a false charm.   

“Ah, Miss Featherington,” he greeted, giving you a sly smile. “A pleasure to see you, as always.” 

“Miss Carina Barton.” you corrected him politely, surpressing a huff. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

Lord Pendale furrowed his brow, his expression momentarily taken aback. He recovered quickly though, his charming smile returning.   

“Ah, my apologies, Miss Barton,” he said, a hint of arrogance in his tone. “How silly of me to forget such a significant detail.” 

You bit your tongue to refrain from any sarcastic remark. To be mistaken for a Featherington, was… definitely something to remember. “No worries.” you assured him.

Lord Pendale chuckled, his eyes roaming over you appreciatively. Max observed the interaction silently, a smirk on his face. Lady Bridgerton watched quietly, her expression a mixture of amusement and concern.   

“How is it that someone as… captivating as yourself remains unwed for so long?” Lord Pendale asked, his tone dripping with false flattery. 

You chuckled politely. “Well, I guess I simply haven’t found the right one yet.” you said. “But there’s still plenty of time this season to change that.”  

Lord Pendale chuckled, his smirk widening slightly. Your brother suppressed a snort, enjoying the unfolding conversation. Meanwhile, Lady Bridgerton observed quietly, mentally noting your composure and polite demeanor.   

“Ah, yes, there is indeed plenty of time left this season,” Lord Pendale agreed. “Although with so many gentlemen clamoring for your attention, I’d imagine the decision must be quite… difficult.” 

You smiled. “I’m sure the right one will be chosen in the end.”

You silently pleaded for Anthony to make his appearance. Even though you only engaged with him once after years a day ago, you preferred his presence much more already.  

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Lord Pendale said, his confidence seemingly unwavering. “I imagine you must have many suitors vying for your favor. Quite the envy of the ton, I must say.” 

You smiled, feigning shyness. “Well, I must have missed it then.” you said.  

Lord Pendale chuckled, his arrogance growing a bit in response to your feigned shyness. Max stifled another chuckle, silently finding this interaction far too amusing.   

“Oh, come now, surely you must know the effect you have on gentlemen,” he said, his tone slightly condescending. “Don’t deny it, my dear. You are a vision to behold.” 

“Thank you, my lord.” you thanked him politely, feigning flattery with a downcast glance.

Lord Pendale’s smirk widened further, seemingly satisfied with your response. “You’re most welcome, my lady,” he replied, his tone dripping with false charm. “A beauty such as yourself deserves nothing but the finest compliments.” 

Your patience thinned with every passing moment, but your mask stayed in tact, as you suddenly saw someone approach out of the corner of your eye: Anthony.  

You could have cried out in luck.

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He's a Loser baby, but I Want him to be My Loser, Baby

Tw: Attempted end of life,

Synopsis: After Angel tries to end himself, Husk decides to finally do something...even if that means his loyalty is on the line,

A/N: so I have a theory Husk is going to free Angel, this plays out the Theory,

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Husk would never forget hearing Charlie scream, which was saying a lot seeing as they were in Hell number one, but knowing it's someone you care for, he and the several occupants of the hotel had been relaxing a relatively calm day. Angel hadn't come down, but he had had a rough night, the former overlord had been wanting to keep a closer eye on the Spider Demon since he was happier, and not in the masking type of way

Husk had seen the signs of being suicidal before, the relaxed nature as they knew that they'd not have to worry soon,

He would blame himself for the rest of his existence for not stopping Angel before he went to his room,

Charlie had offered to go check on him worried something was wrong, (oh was it) Husk literally flying up the steps with Vaggie as Charlie knelt over Angel who was on the floor, one of the angelic blades they had just used on the ground beside him

And the blood, oh sweet lord it was everywhere, but his ears perked up, he heard straggled breathing and produced a mirror holding it in front of the others face he saw it fog and realized the other was still alive,

"Charlie I need you to get him on the bed Vaggie you bandage him, he's just unconscious."

The anger and fury he felt, he knew who this was the marks that littered the others form besides the damage Angel had done, that he'd hidden this was so much worse, he felt something snap,

Marching out of the room he was already formulating a plan, the biggest thing hinged on getting a certain radio demon on board, Alastor made him jolt as he appeared, he hated when the other did so,

"You wish to request something my dear Husker?" He purred, eyebrow raised

"Yeah, I want to challenge Valentino for Angel's contract, but I have ta ask you first. All soulsI get, go to you. Angie, though I want to offer im his freedom if I can"

His smile deepened, and Husk could see the glee in the others' eyes. However, of course, he'd be happy about this

"Gambling for another soul quite entertaining however if you manage to pull this off I think in the case of him rejecting his freedom it would be much more entertaining for me, for you to keep his soul,"

The overlords eyes widened, Alastor would allow that?

"Hopefully you did not fail in your quest Husker,"

The demon disappeared but the former Overlord knew he had permission and with a new fire in his heart he marched out of the hotel in down to the studio

Marching inside he yelled out

"I wanna talk to this asshole Valentino!" Making several gasp but others looked instantly interested

"Your the kitty who plays barkeep," Velvette appeared with a snort,"Whatcha want with Val he's bein a cry baby, Angel fuckin shirked his work,"

"He didn't shirk it he tried ending it!" Husk growled, making the other workers again gasp even Velvette seemed a bit surprised before a nonchalant look replaced it, as the door slammed open revealing a pissed off Valentino

"You you're one of those Hotel people tell Angel to get his fluffy little ass back to work" he snarled getting up in the others face husk shoved the other back

"Angel is currently comatose because he tried ending his life, Valentino which is why I'm fucking here. I want his contract" More gasps came from everybody around them

The Moth Overlord raised an eyebrow slowly slinking around the other, before laughing

"Do you really think I would give up my best workers' contract?

"One Round of Poker All or Nothing, if I lose I work as your mole if you lose I get his contract and soul," he knew he had to play up the other's ego to get him to agree to lure him," think about it Valentino you would have someone actually competent to listen in"

Husk new Alastor would know, but he was counting on that if worst came to worst,

And like he planned his words made the other Overlord pause and think,

" interesting proposition, Fine one game. With Angel not being able to work I'm going to have to struggle to fill in the rest of the schedule anyway you can be assured he will be punished thoroughly for it," he snarled as a table was drug over

Holding a hand out both of their abilities flaring as they shook hands and the deal was set

It was a difficult match purely luck whoever God Favored right now would be shown, Valentino laid down his cards smirking it was a four of a kind, a nice decent hand but Husk started laughing as he laid down a royal flush taking down the other overlord, he had won he didn't believe he still had it after he had lost to Alastor but here he was standing victorious once more showing his luck was still on his side,

"Oh shit," he heard Velvette mutter, a smirk on her face, a hand covering her mouth

Valentino for once looked stunned and for a moment Husk saw himself perhaps the biggest loss in his life, but the moth was forced to produce the contract and hand it over, he shrugged however immediately trying to play it off

" oh well I'll find some new bitch to be my star, and not like anybody will want his leftovers,"

Husk felt rage at the other's words, but with Angie's contract in his hand, he just focused on that the sheer euphoria he had done it, he could feel the others soul and he could not believe how warm it was despite everything the other had been through, it was almost loving and caring, he raced back to the hotel and saw Alastor standing on the balcony leaned on it

"Good show Husker, Angel Dust is awake he awoke when he felt something shift in his very soul." The other purred, with that smug grin the former overlord hated

He only nodded and headed for the other's room, Charlie caught him halfway there

Husk allister said you were going to do something-"

He pulled out the contract and she gasped" I bet it all,"

He let out a small noise as the princess of Hell embraced him tightly, hearing her murmur

"Thank you Husk," nothing more needed to be said he understood what she was saying

"Of course Princess,"

Before she let go and watched as he headed for the bedroom carefully opening the door he saw angel on his side curled up

"Come to stare at the failure?" Came from him,"can't even kill myself properly, now Valentinos gonna-"

" he's going to do nothing Angie, Please look at me,"he interrupted not wanting to use the contract to force the other that would go against what he was trying to do

After a few moments the other slowly turned over his eyes were red and it broke husk see the other so hurt bandages wrapped around him bags under his eyes slowly the other approached and tenderly wiped the tears away,

" how can you promise me he can't do anything he has my soul-"

" Angel he doesn't have it anymore" fear entered the other Demon's eyes and husk sighed and pulled it out that made Angel sit up wincing but the absolute shock written on his face

"Husk... how did you?"

" I saw you on the floor angel and I couldn't take one more minute of seeing you hurt, I blame myself partially for what happened I knew you were suicidal because I've seen it before but I didn't say anything. So I challenged Valentino to a poker game where I would be the mole they were looking for if he won and if I won I got your soul in contract as you can see my luck is still with me,"

Tears entered Angel's eyes, and Husk knew the realization was hitting him that all the years of abuse were behind him because Angie knew Husk would never treat him the same,

" I will free you, but only if that's what you want truly-"

A finger was placed to his lips to silence him, Angel was shaking his head,

" I have been underneath a overlord for as long as I can remember I honestly don't know what I would do but I do know it would be self-destructive I don't know how to behave without well someone to help guide me. If you're willing to take on this loser, I wouldn't mind having you as my Overlord, especially in comparison to that piece of shit,"

Holding up the contract, Angel felt the collar appear, but it disintegrated. To his surprise, the contract also disintegrating however, Husk gently took one of his hands, a ring appearing glowing bright orange it lit up the room, and Angel gasped before it faded and disappeared

" Guess we're both losers under the same umbrella, huh?" The spider demon smirked

Husk smiled placing a kiss to the others hand making the other grin,

"And baby that's fine by me,"

[thefanficmonster]

can i req for some lord heisenberg headcanons where reader is like very emotionless and their ability is kind of like venom/a symbiote? i feel like karl would be really interested in a lord that doesn't react to his taunts at all and doesn't see him like how lady d or miranda sees him

bonus if everytime karl makes an amazing move they pat him on the head gently and saying "good job" still emotionless lol

Sure thing dear! Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village, Mentions of human experimentation, Mentions of blood, violence and death, Swearing

Genre: Humor

The moment Karl met you, he was intrigued, puzzled by you and the way you made your way through the world with an exceptional poker face

That’s also the exact moment he set himself the goal of either making you crack a smile or pissing you off to the point of throwing him through a wall

He was willing to take either, still is

But you’re giving him nothing to work with

Never have, never will

You struggled with your emotions a lot prior to the experiments you underwent but after them you were an entirely different person

An emotionless one

Although to some that may sound like a nightmare, you’ve found it to be quite the calm and content way to live

You’ve never given into anyone’s desire to make you laugh for their ego boost nor have you indulged anyone who’s tried to anger you for their own entertainment

In fact, you’re the one on the receiving end of said entertainment when the tables flip and the person poking a stick at you is the one growing frustrated by how indifferent you are to their existence in its entirety

Karl falls under that category

He’s a walking vending machine for sarcastic, witty quips that get an eye-roll or a groan from Mother Miranda and Alcina while managing to draw at least some laughter from the crowd, curtesy of Angie and Moreau

You rarely spare him more than a side glance 

And that drives him fucking nuts

“Oh come on! That was one of my better ones!“ He’d complain, going as far as to cross his arms over his chest even

Whether an intentional tactic to make you laugh or not, it still gets and internal chuckle to dance around in your chest whereas your exterior remains unbothered

“What can I say, you were born to be a clown but if that doesn’t work out you can always be a comedian.“

Now that gets a laugh from everyone, almost from him as well but he’s got enough pride not to give in which means the playing field is somewhat leveled 

That is also reflected in your powers, both of you being the two most powerful Lords in Miranda’s clan

But that doesn’t mean you don’t fight alongside one another from time to time

Why take on the enemy alone when you can save some time and effort by getting an extra set of powers involved, right?

And if you two can’t have each other’s backs, who can? Neighbors are obligated to be looking out for each other

Oh, right, did I fail to mention his factory is right next to your observatorium? Well, imagine how much fun it is to have this man you like referring to as ‘raccoon’ as a neighbor

Of course, you’re not exactly buddy-buddy with one another, but you have helped him prevent several explosions in his factory 

Whereas he saved your ass when a pack of rabid lycans broke through and entered your quarters, thirsty for blood

You and the many little animals you’ve adopted over the years were most certainly not ready for that but Karl seemed to have been

Weapons of all kinds, all metal, were flung at the creatures, some hitting them, others chasing them away before the gate to your quarters was promptly propped shut with the help of Karl’s powers

“I’ll fix it properly later!“ He called out to you, standing all tall and proud amidst the garden that had been ambushed seconds ago

How he got there was beyond you but you never bother questioning much about Heisenberg

“You can thank me then“ He continued, watching cautiously as you approached him, “There, now we’re even. You can’t flaunt anymore. I’m just as good as you are.“

God knows how laughable you found his claim but the closest you could come to laughing was patronizing, so you did just that

“Of course you are, Heisy. Good job.“ You said, emphasizing your mocking words with a complimentary pat to his head

And just like that, a habit you enjoy and one he hates was created

Patronizing him till he starts hating you, and then till he can no longer hold back his laughter

[midnightstar-90]

Alone

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Platonic! Harry potter x Snape! Reader

Request by @alex-snap3 : Can I have one where Harry comforts Y/N after the death of her father, Severus Snape after the battle of Hogwarts

WARNING: attempted suicide, depression, character death

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait, but it’s finally here. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Y/N’s POV

My father stood upright as he looked Voldemort in the eye. His poker face revealed he wasn’t scared, but only I noticed the glimmer in his eye that showed me that he was in fact scared. As Voldemort spoke of how the Elder wand refused to work for him, but my father remained still as he tried to reassure the Dark Lord that he was the wand's true and only owner.

Outside, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I crowded and watched the scene. Voldemort continued to pace. My father looked towards the window that my friends and I were crowded around. He saw me and looked me straight in the eye with a sad expression. I felt a tear run down my face as I saw my father mouth, “I’m sorry.”

Eventually, Voldemort got to his point. We learned that the Elder wand’s master becomes the master when they kill the previous master. I could barely hold in my emotions as I remembered that night. The night where Draco and I witnessed the death of Dumbledore himself. I remembered my father saving me and the malfoy boy of the burden of murder by fulfilling the Dark Lord’s orders himself.

Harry noticed the emotions running through my head, and he pulled me down to the ground before I saw something that would cause me to make a scene. He held me in his chest, muffling my cries. Harry looked through the window to see what was going on. He was met with the unpleasant sight of Voldemort’s pet snake, Nagini, tearing my father apart with her sharp teeth. She attacked a couple more times before Harry crouched back down, pulling me closer into his body.

Now, Harry and I were the same when it came to family. Both made orphans by Voldemort himself. The only difference was that Harry didn’t know his parents like Y/N knew her father. And from that day on, Y/N would never be the same.

3rd Person POV

2 Months Later

Harry, nor anybody else, was the same after the war. But for Harry, the war did many things. He made many friends and learned what the true meaning of family was. He also was able to show everyone that he wasn’t just the boy who lived 18 years ago. Voldemort threw many challenges at him, but he faced every challenge head on with the help of his friends.

Harry had come home from his Auror training to find his tiny London apartment empty. Him and Ginny moved in with their godson, Teddy, after the war. Hermione and Ron have visited a couple of times, but Y/N had yet to visit. He understood what she was going through. The only one she had left, now gone.

Harry looked around for his redhead girlfriend or the young infant's cries, but he couldn’t find them anywhere. Harry shrugged it off thinking that maybe they went on a walk, or they went to the grocery store. Harry walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water before a brown owl flew through the kitchen window with a loud screech. Harry slightly jumped as the bird dropped a note on the counter and flew back out of the window.

Harry sat his cup down on the counter and slowly walked towards the counter where the familiar off white envelope laid. Before opening the envelope, Harry noticed the Hogwarts logo stamped on it. He was confused on why he was getting a letter from Hogwarts. Curious, he opened the envelope to find a folded piece of paper. He unfolded the paper and read the following:

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

I am in desperate need of your help. Hogwarts is to open its doors to new students in about a month, but there is only one problem. Y/N Snape is not okay. She silently sulks through the school's hallways. At first I allowed it, but it is becoming too extreme. I fear you’re my last hope to help her before something much worse happens.

I’m sure you’re busy, but I would very much appreciate it if you would give her a visit. Of course, that is if you wish.

~Professor Minerva McGonagall

After rereading the letter, Harry was concerned. This whole time, Harry believed that his friend was healthily grieving, but instead she was on the verge of a much darker path.

Harry sat the letter on the table before practically running to his room. He packed his bags and wrote a letter to Ginny, telling her that he was going to help a friend. He was then the next train to Scotland. He could have apperated, but the four and a half train ride would be enough time to wrap his head around everything, and would be the perfect time to prepare what he was going to say to the girl.

When Harry arrived at the place he used to call home, he walked up to the giant castle doors. The doors opened revealing Argus Filch, the school's caretaker, with Mrs. Norris standing right next to him. The mean looking man welcomed Harry in with a snarl.

The boy quickly walked past the older man and made his way to the headmistress’ office. He went past the giant golden eagle statue, up the stairs, and through the hallway to McGonagall’s office. He walked in to find his old professor writing acceptance letters for the future incoming students.

Harry cleared his throat, getting the woman’s attention. “Ah, Harry, you made it. If you're here, then that means you got my letter. And if you got my letter, you know why you’re here,” McGonagall said, looking up at the boy.

“Yes,” Harry said, starting his way out. He paused for a moment before turning back towards the woman. “Umm. Professor McGonagall?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you think of me as your last hope?” Harry asked, giving the gray haired woman a confused look.

Minerva sighs before explaining, “She trusts you. She came to you when she was at her lowest. You might not have known it at the time, but other than her father, she also trusted you. It’s that trust that she needs to survive. I need you to show her that there is still someone she can trust.”

Harry nodded and turned, making his way out the door.

“Mr. Potter! She’s in her father’s living quarters in the dungeon.”

“Oh- umm- thanks,” Harry stuttered.

Y/N’s POV

I sat on my father’s bed as I watched the picture of me opening my Hogwarts letter with my dad. Around everyone, my dad was this brooding, mean teacher who insulted his students. But when it’s just me, he actually smiled.

A tear came to my eye as I watched my younger self jump up and down with a large smile. My dad also had a large smile as he pulled me into a tight hug. My fingers lightly brushed against my father’s face in the picture, causing me to cry harder.

I laid back in the bed as I held the picture to my chest. I looked at the nightstand where I found the picture. A sad smile came to my face as I realized that my father would look at the picture every night before bed.

A loud knock echoed through the room. I unconsciously pulled my sleeves down, hiding my scars, and wiped my eyes. “Come In!” I yelled, turning in the bed so I faced the wall. I heard the door creak open and the shuffling of footsteps entering the room.

“Hi,” a familiar voice that I had yet to hear in the last few months spoke.

I didn’t speak or move. I just laid in bed. Harry sat down next to me, causing the bed to dip. I then felt his hand rub my arm in a soothing motion. It took a lot to not break down and cry in his arms as I did 2 months ago.

“Hey, I heard you were having a hard time,” Harry said calmly. I gave a soft sniffle before rolling over to face the boy who lived. “McGonagall said that Professor Slughorn was going to take over as head Slytherin, so I have to leave,” I mumbled.

Harry’s hand moved to my face, caressing my cheek and wiping a stray tear. “That’s a shame. You would’ve made a perfect Potions teacher,” Harry said.

I sadly smiled, “Yeah, maybe, if every room in this school wasn't a trigger.” I sat up, sitting next to Harry as he held my hand.

“Well, if Hogwarts is a trigger, then leave,” Harry stated. To be honest, I had nowhere to go. I scratched my arm as the scars on my wrist started to sting. What I didn’t know was that my sleeve rolled up and Harry saw.

“Y/N what are those?” He questioned, pointing at my arms. I looked down at my arms to see my see my sleeve rolled up. I quickly pulled them down, but that didn’t stop the boy from questioning me. “So, this is what McGonagall meant by you being too extreme?”

“Oh, so you don’t really care about me. You only came because McGonagall asked?!” I yelled. I was angry.

Harry didn’t know what to say. He saw the steam coming out of my ears like a cartoon, and he just continued to sit there with his mouth open.

“Nobody cares,” I mumbled. Before Harry knew what was going on, I stomped out of the room. Harry eventually ran after me when he realized I wasn’t coming back. I had at least a 30 second head start.

Harry had followed me all the way to the small cliff right above Hagrid’s hut. The fall was big enough for me to at least go into a coma. All I needed was to get away from all of this. Away from all of the pain, the memories, both. I stood on top of a large boulder, ready to jump. But Harry was persistent. He ran up behind me and held onto my waist.

“If you jump, I jump,” Harry said, holding onto me tighter.

“But you have Ginny, Teddy, and your friends. I have no one,” I whispered that last part.

“That’s not true, you have me,” Harry protested.

“Do I? Because it didn’t feel like that when I needed someone here, and everyone was gone. I don’t care where the war took place, Harry. Do you know why? Because Hogwarts is my home,” I whimpered.

“I know. I know Hogwarts is your home. And I’m Sorry. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me most. I should have been here. But if you come down, I can make it up to you.”

“Yeah, and how is that?” I questioned.

“You said that Hogwarts is a trigger for you. So, how about you come live with me, Ginny, and Teddy until you get back on your feet? I have an extra room you can borrow. And you can pack up you and your father’s things and bring them with you,” Harry offered, still wrapped around me.

I thought for a moment. I still couldn’t get my head around leaving my home. It’s home. I know I could have always gone to the little house my father owned, but it felt more like a summer home. And it wasn’t home.

“I don’t want to leave my home,” I said after a couple of minutes.

“And you won’t have to. You can still come back. But I don’t want you to stay if everytime you walk through the halls, it makes you want to do this, or do what you do to your arm. I care about you too much to see you do this to yourself, and I feel like it’s partially my fault,” Harry said.

I once again took some time to think about Harry’s offer, and was considering it. I felt my body start to relax. Feeling the slight movement, Harry unwrapped his arms from my torso and stepped off the boulder. I look behind me to see the scarhead boy holding his hand out to me. I slowly turned and grabbed his hand, as he helped me climb off the boulder without slipping. I saw Harry let out a deep breath before he started walking me back into the castle.

As we made it to the courtyard entrance, I saw McGonagall standing there with a slight smile. I ran up to her and gave her a tight hug. She stumbled a bit before hugging me back. I gave her a quick “thank you” before looking up at her and seeing the fully formed smile on her face. She gave me a pat on the back before sending me back off with Harry.

The older woman finally realized that she still had more to say. “Oh, and Y/N,” McGonagall said before the I could leave her sight. I turned back towards the woman. “When you’re feeling better, let me know. I have a gift for you, upon your arrival back to Hogwarts,” McGonagall told me.

I gave the professor one last smile, but with a nod before rushing off to join Harry.

Harry led me through the door of his apartment. He sat my suitcase next to the door as he turned to close and lock it. Harry turned back to me, and with his arms out wide, he said, “Welcome to my lovely abode.”

“Harry? Is that you?” I heard Ginny call from the kitchen. The red headded girl walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon with a mysterious yellow liquid dripping off of it.

“Yes, I am home,” Harry replied back, pulling his girlfriend into a hug. “How was your day with Teddy, dear?”

“Oh, Harry, it was a beautiful day at the park. Granted we had to leave because Teddy made a kid cry by morphing into the animals on the play structure. But it was nothing a little obliviate couldn’t fix,” Ginny said before realizing I was in the room with them. She gave me a fake smile, but I knew it was because her true emotions were confusion. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming. I would… have… prepared dinner for 4. Harry, may I speak with you in the kitchen, please,” Ginny said, dragging the boy into the kitchen before he can speak.

Harry’s POV

Ginny pulled me into the kitchen. She wore a distressed look on her face. She finally let go of my arm when she knew no one could hear us.

“Harry, do you really think it’s safe to allow her into our home after everything we’ve been through? Not to mention she was a follower of Voldemort,” Ginny asked, concerned.

“First off, her being a follower of Voldemort wasn’t her choice, neither was it Snape’s. Besides, she helped us in the war. Without her we wouldn’t have known most of what we did. And she needs us, Ginny. She just watched her father die, and now she’s alone. The loss of her father took a major toll on her. When I found her, she had cut all up her arms,” I told her in confidence. I let out a huff and continued, “I’m just trying to help out a friend.”

Ginny didn’t seem convinced. “And what about Teddy? Did you think about that?” Ginny was getting angry.

“He’s fine… Listen.”

We both stopped speaking and a small sound of laughter came from the other room. We went towards the living room to see Y/N and Teddy having the time of their lives. Y/N helped Teddy stand as they danced to silence. Y/N chuckled as Teddy laughed so hard he would have fell if it wasn’t for Y/N’s hold on him.

“See, he’s fine. Just give her a chance, okay?” I begged my girlfriend.

“Okay… but if she even thinks-“

“Ginny, please relax. I swear you are your mother’s child,” I said before quickly leaving the room. “Y/N, she said you can stay!”

“Wait… stay? STAY?! HARRY!”

Y/N’s POV

After Ginny was caught up on my situation, Harry helped me unpack my bags into the guest bedroom. When Ginny had gotten Teddy to sleep, she had eventually joined us. At first, it was tense. I could feel how cautious the redhead felt around me. Was it because I was a Death Eater? Was it because of what happened when Harry found me? Maybe it was both.

We finished up the room. Harry checked the tone, and immediately felt sorry when he released a loud yawn. Y/N dismissed the two, allowing Ginny to walk Harry to their room.

I sat on my temporary bed, and I felt absence of uncomfort. I tried turning off the light and laying down, but I still felt alone. Unconsciously, I got up from my bed, after turning the light back on, and I walked towards my suitcase.

I opened my suitcase, and the only thing inside was the photo frame that held the moving picture from my dad’s nightstand. I took two fingers and traced my father’s outline as he watches younger me open the acceptance letter. A small tear runs down my face, and I quickly wipe it away.

I take the picture to the bed. “I love you, dad,” I say, love looking at the photo a little more before laying back down. I give the same two fingers I used to trace my father’s outline a kiss, and I pressed them onto my father’s face. I turn out the light once more.

I eventually fell asleep with the picture cuddled in my arms. I now know that I was never truly alone. And that gave me the comfort I was looking for.

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The Power of Touch

Request: Hi! I'd like to request a oneshot for Harry (I just love him so much) where him and the reader have this soulmate bond that makes the pain on Harry's scar go away with the reader's touch, please I love your writing and I'm sure you'll do this concept justice!❤️❤️❤️

A/N: I love Harry too, nonnie. He’s one of my favourites to write for so request him as much as you want!! Thank you for sending me your request and trusting me with it! I hope you like it! I hope I've done your request justice! I do enjoy writing Soulmate AUs and finding new ways to approach them. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of pain and food, some swearing, passing out - but there's some really cute fluff at the end I promise!! I don’t just write angst!!!

Word count: 2.1k

In the muggle world, the idea of soulmates is very much a fairy tale whispered to little girls and boys before promises of sweet dreams. The idea, though, follows muggles to adulthood; always wondering whether there was someone out there perfectly made for them.

In the wizarding world, the magic of soulmates is very real. Young witches and wizards hang onto the tales of their parents, of their grandparents who had found their soulmate in the other.

When asked repeatedly by curious minds – how did you know? How will I know? The response was always the same: “They took away my pain.”

The sign of the soulmate bond between witches and wizards manifested itself through pain. They would feel their soulmate’s pain but could also relieve pain too. Feeling the pain of your soulmate was a marker of being ready to meet your soulmate.

But here’s the catch: to find relief from their pain, you have to be touching your soulmate.

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Harry Potter was famously known across the wizarding community as The Boy Who Lived. He had come out his parent’s cold-blooded murder relatively unscathed. His only injury being a scar marring the right side of his forehead, perfectly shaped like a lightning bolt – or for the more morbid, the wand movement of the Killing Curse.

The scar marking his forehead was the remnants of the use of a forbidden curse.

The pain of the scar was always there; simmering under the surface of his skin like a deep ache. It only flared to a white-hot pain when the Dark Lord was nearby.

Harry was experiencing the increasing pain more often now.

Harry felt awful for his soulmate; not only would they have to live a target on their back the moment the connection was made, and the bond accepted, but they’re having to cope with the pain from his scar as well as numerous other injuries he’s received over the years.

In comparison to him, his soulmate isn’t hurt often. Which in the beginning had Harry panicking, thinking he wasn’t ready to meet his soulmate or worse, he didn’t have one. It was rare for a witch or a wizard not to have a soulmate, but it happened, and it would be Harry’s luck for him not to have one.

Then he felt it; a sharp pain in right hip as if his soulmate had walked into the edge of a table. The ache lasted for an hour and a bruise bloomed overnight. Harry didn’t like to admit it but he poked the bruise in disbelief at the very fact of his soulmate existing.

His first priority for when he met was to apologise for all the pain you had suffered so far. His second priority was to take you out to Hogsmeade, to get to know you better.

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Your soulmate suffered with migraines.

They had to. Nothing else could explain the blinding pain you felt in the right side of your forehead that most of time had you curled up in your dorm room with the curtains to your bed closed tightly to keep the light out.

You had been experiencing your soulmate’s pain for over a year now. You were more than ready to meet them, if only to rant at them over the pain they caused you. The migraines were the start of it but then there were the dull aches of bruises and sharp pains of cuts.

A lesson on safety was your second priority if and when you met your soulmate.

Your first priority was to ensure that they wouldn’t be this hurt again.

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Your head had felt fuzzy all day. As if it wasn’t quite working to its full potential; that there was something going on.

It had been a challenge at breakfast to eat anything; the increasing pain in your head making you too nauseous to eat a single bite. Your friend, Jenny, urged you to go back to bed – to spend the day resting. You wave off her protests, stating that you felt fine enough to go to class – you would feel better by lunch, you promise.

You steadily feel worse throughout the morning, but you put on a brave face; trying not to wince too much at loud sounds and bright lights. Jenny becomes increasingly concerned through each lesson and tells you multiple times to go back to bed, that she would grab any work you miss. You decline each time; you could make it to lunch. You wouldn’t feel this bad by lunch.

Transfiguration, luckily, is a study lesson in preparation for your upcoming OWLs. You sigh in relief at the calming environment in the classroom but despite that, the pain doesn’t lessen. Instead it increases to a steady pulse that travels from the right side of your forehead to the centre. You fight the wave of dizziness washing over you, but you know one thing.

You aren’t going to make it to lunch.

The ringing in your ears is the first sign that you’re about to collapse; the black spots dancing across your vision is the second sign. You weakly raise your hand; an attempt to tell Professor McGonagall that you didn’t feel too good and could you please go see Madame Pomfrey.

All you hear before you collapse is Professor McGonagall’s shout.

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Across the school, in a different study session, Harry grabs at his forehead hissing at the pain running through his head like a white-hot poker.

The pain had been there all day; making his mind fuzzy and distracting him from lessons and conversations but he was used to it. His scar always hurt but it was always manageable; always able to distract himself from its pain.

He knew what the pain meant; that the Dark Lord was trying to find him, trying to infiltrate his mind. It had never hurt this much though. He bites his lip as he thinks of his soulmate, distantly wondering what you would be feeling in this very moment.

The last thing he hears before he collapses are the shouts from Ron and Hermione.

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You come too as Jenny lays you on the hospital bed. “Madame Pomfrey,” She calls, grabbing her attention, “(Y/N) collapsed in Transfiguration.”

Madame Pomfrey rushes over to your bed, checking your forehead for a temperature and shining her wand in your eyes. She tuts as you flinch away from the light. She dismisses Jenny before bustling to one of her cupboards for a pain potion for you, muttering something about this being her second case of students passing out today and she hoped it was her last. The last thing Madame Pomfrey wanted for mass fainting to spread through the school.

Hermione and Ron both watched you be carried in; not fully conscious but moaning in pain. Hermione’s eyes flicker between your bed and Harrys’ bed where you both holds hands to your forehead. Harry for his scar. You seemingly for a headache.

Hermione gasps as she makes the connection; they don’t call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She runs her eyes over Harry, checking over him and deciding that he’s well enough with Ron for her to step away for a minute.

She walks over to your bed, asking quietly, “Where exactly is your pain, (Y/N)?”

You point to the right side of your forehead; right where Harry’s scar placement is. “Ron,” Hermione calls, voice wavering somewhat, “I need to talk to you for a minute.”

Ron frowns, not wanting to leave Harry in this much pain but something in Hermione’s face has him going to her side without much of a second thought. They talk in whispers; Hermione gestures between the beds, Ron’s face turns incredulous as he looks you over – at the hand held to your forehead as if the pressure will stop the pain.

It clicks with you a moment later. Their expressions; the placement of your pain.

It was him.

He was your soulmate.

Harry Potter was your soulmate.

You pull yourself into sitting position, ignoring the wave of dizziness and nausea washing over you. Throwing your legs over the side of the hospital bed, you grit your teeth as you push yourself, so you’re stood up.

Ron comes to your side, asking if you need any help. You manage a small nod before gripping his arm for dear life. Ron leads you to Harry’s bed where he’s almost whimpering with the pain in his head.

Your heart breaks slightly at the sight of him tensed up, eyes screwed up in pain.

You flex your fingers before gently placing them on Harry’s head.

You sag at the immediate relief from the pain in your head, propping yourself up against Harry’s bed. His body relaxes into the bed, his breathing becoming more even.

“You’re-” Harry starts, blinking rapidly, swallowing, “You’re my soulmate.”

You smile down at him, enjoying the lack of pain for the moment, “I guess I am.”

Harry hums, “You’re hand feels nice.”

“I’m glad it does,” You drawl, “It’s nice not to be in pain.”

Harry frowns, sorrow reflected in his eyes, “I’m sorry about that. It’s my scar.”

“I know,” You say softly, running your hand through his messy hair in comfort, “At least we know how to stop it now.”

Harry nods, “I wonder why it works though; I didn’t think anything worked on curse scars.”

You frown, thinking back to your lesson on curses and their scars in Defence Against the Dark Arts, “Neither did I actually.”

“I have a theory,” Hermione pipes from her spot at the bottom of the bed where she’s watching the scene unfold in front of her, “Your scar comes from a place of hate. He isn’t able to feel love. The magic of the soulmate bond is larger than the dark magic that made your scar.”

“That makes a lot of sense.” You state, smiling at the brunette, “Thank you, Hermione.”

She shrugs, “It’ll be nice to have another girl in the group. As much as I like Quidditch, there’s only so much of it I can take.”

You smile at her, “I look forward to it.”

Hermione nods, turning to Ron whispering that they should leave now to let Harry and his soulmate have some peace. Harry’s in safe hands now. They both smile at you as they leave the hospital wing; happy that Harry’s found his soulmate.

Your attention falls back to Harry as he shuffles along the bed, making room for you. “If you think you’re going far, think again.”

You laugh softly, hopping onto the bed next to him, moving your hand from his forehead to hold his hand in yours. “How’s the pain now?” You quietly ask him.

Harry hums, knocking his foot against yours, “A lot better now. How’s yours?”

“Good. I’m feeling a lot better too.” You reply, knocking his foot with yours in retaliation.

You’re both quiet for a moment; enjoying the new painless existence. You bite your lip in response to the feeling of elation growing inside you; you had a soulmate and it was Harry Potter. You remember the promise you made to yourself when you first started to feel his pain over a year ago: you were going to try your very best that he would never feel this pain again, and if he did, you would always be there to lessen it.

Harry’s thumb rubs comforting circles over the back of your hand. You hum at the feeling of it; not knowing something could feel so good.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, repeating his words from earlier, as if one apology was not nearly enough.

“What for?” You ask, puzzled.

“All the pain. I knew my soulmate would have to deal with a lot, so I want to apologise.”

You grip his hand tighter as if trying to covey your emotions through your touch, “It’s okay. At least we know we can stop the pain now.”

Harry smiles, “I don’t think I’ll be letting you out my sight now that I know who you are and that we don’t need to be in pain.”

You shuffle closer to him, if that’s at all possible on the small hospital bed. “I like the sound of that.” You murmur, “I don’t think I’ll be letting you out of my sight either; you have a knack for landing yourself in trouble.”

He laughs, “You’re right, I do.” He pauses, “I know that we’re soulmates, but I’d like to do this properly. Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” He asks, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I’d love to.” You answer; savouring the smile that breaks across his face.

You let your head fall to his shoulder, shuffling into a comfier position. Harry becomes slightly brazen as he kisses the side of your head before putting his head on top of yours. For now, it was pure bliss to enjoy a painless moment.

The power of a simple touch could heal so much.

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Strip Poker, One Shot

So a while ago someone messaged me suggesting about a one shot where Tom? Or Loki? Can’t remember… is playing strip poker with an OC or reader? but when she has no more clothes left, he starts adding toys etc… I went for Loki anyway.

Finally got round to writing said one shot. Hehe! Enjoy! I dunno how to play poker, so… just roll with it. And it’s long, I should’ve split in two… ah well!

Smut ahoy!

I knew Loki was up to something, I could tell by the way he was skulking around the place. No doubt looking for mischief.

‘If you’re planning on dragging me down with whatever it is you’re plotting, you can think again. Stark still doesn’t trust me with his car after what you did to it.’ I muttered, not even looking up at him while I lay on my stomach on the carpet, reading my book.

Loki’s chuckle reached my ears as he straddled over my bum, his hands gripped my sides as he leaned over me. His hair was tickling the back of my neck as he looked at what I was reading.

‘You’re reading that silly wizard book again?’ He scoffed.

‘If Harry Potter was real, you’d have no hope, mister.’ I turned the book over and put it down, then I managed to roll over underneath him, his hands sliding over my body and landing on my hips again.

He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Are you seriously comparing my skills to that of a puny Midgardian wizard?’

I knew I’d touched a nerve. It was fun to wind him up, especially over something that questioned his power. We often had this game of poking fun and teasing at each other. Since my arrival to the Avengers tower, I was told almost daily how Loki came out of his shell more. Apparently, I brought out the best in him.

But in reality, I had just treated him like anyone else. I didn’t recoil in fear when he entered a room. I didn’t blame him whenever something bad happened. Although, admittedly, he is the first one to be blamed when there’s any kind of mischief going on. But he always owns up to that proudly. We were really close friends… Sometimes I wished we were more, but I never told him that. Too scared it would ruin what we had. Even though he was a huge flirt, I just assumed that was in his nature.

I shrugged and gave his arms a pat. ‘Ok, ok. You’re probably right. You’d win easily.’

‘Probably right? I’m always right.’ He grinned.

‘Yeah, yeah… So, I’m not gonna get to finish reading in peace, am I?’ I asked knowingly.

He grinned down at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Nope. I’m bored, I want to play.’

The way he said it and squeezed my sides at the same time made my stomach flip. But I kept focused. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’

‘Hmmm.’ He looked up, thinking. While he absentmindedly slid his hands just under my top, lightly stroking my sides. It wasn’t anything unusual with Loki, he was very touchy feely with me. Enjoyed hugging whenever possible, just touching me in some way seemed to make him happy. And I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

‘We could play poker?’ He suggested, eyes lighting up again.

‘Alright. I’m not great at it, so you’ll likely win.’

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned. ‘Just one thing, we will put our own spin on it… Let’s play strip poker.’ He winked at me and hopped up off me excitedly.

‘No, no, no, no! I’ll lose, spectacularly. And I’ll be naked while you’ll still be fully clothed!’

‘Oh come on, darling. It will be such fun.’ He had a pack of cards appear in his hand as he pushed the coffee table into the middle of the floor on front of me. Two wine glasses full of red wine appeared too.

I should’ve known he had a hidden agenda this evening.

I groaned and sat up, shuffling myself over to sit crossed legged opposite him. He flicked his wrist and had a chair slide over for him to sit on. And his full armour, cape and helmet materialised onto his body while he started shuffling the cards.

‘Don’t think so. That’s not fair! Look at all the layers you have. Change back!’ I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled wickedly, but to my relief he did change back into the all black suit he had been wearing a moment ago. But that’s when I realised, I was seriously under dressed as it was. Knickers, a bra, shorts and a tank top… That’s all I had on.

‘Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re pissed off?’

‘Shut up.’ I huffed, grabbing my cards.

I was pleasantly surprised to win the first round. So Loki had to remove a piece of clothing. But the asshole took off his watch that was hidden under his sleeve.

‘Bastard.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What was that, darling?’ He teased, hand behind his ear.

I glared at him the best I could, but he just laughed.

He won the following round, but I remembered I had earrings in.

‘I should make you remove both of them.’

‘Nu uh, you have way more layers as it is. Let me have this one.’

He nodded reluctantly. Probably knew he was going to win anyway.

After some more rounds, I was down to my underwear. Loki still had his shirt, trousers and socks on. He had used his tie as an item, a necklace I didn’t even know existed and his shoes. Whereas I had been barefoot so didn’t even have the luxury of socks to remove.

I felt slightly self-conscious, sitting there in my underwear on the floor on front of him. But the wine was helping greatly, especially because as soon as my glass was empty Loki filled it right up again.

The perks of having a magic God as a best friend were great at times.

‘Oh dear… Looks like I win again.’ He was unable to contain a big ass smirk.

‘There’s nothing else for me to remove.’

‘You are still wearing clothing, I can see with my very own eyes.’

‘Seriously? I’m not taking my underwear off.’ I whined.

‘Come on, darling. It’s just me. Nothing I’ve not seen before.’ He winked at me.

My face went bright red. He was referring to the god awful, down right most embarrassing moment of my life, where he had burst into my bedroom after returning from a mission that had went really well, and I was lying on my bed completely naked with a vibrator shoved up my fanny. I had just been about to cum, too.

And Loki being Loki, hadn’t even averted his eyes. Oh no, he had taken in the sight before him with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. It took me to grab the blanket and throw it over myself before he backed out of my room, but he didn’t even apologise.

We had never spoken of that moment, I was too embarrassed to bring it up. And Loki just never mentioned it, thankfully… Until now.

The wine had made me brave. So I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn’t look him in the eye though, when I took it off. I tried using my hair to cover my nipples, but it wasn’t really working.

‘Alright, let’s get the next one over with. Sooner you’re completely naked the better.’ I grumbled, downing more wine.

While I was looking at my cards, I glanced over them to look at Loki. He was peeping over the top of his, too. But his eyes were down at my breasts. I moved the cards strategically down enough to hide them from his view. He looked up and locked with my eyes, I could tell he was grinning. I could see it in his eyes.

To my relief, I won the next round. So he took off… a sock.

I groaned in utter annoyance as he made a big show of it, acting like it was a strip tease. He even tossed the damn thing at me, landing on my head.

I was desperate to win more rounds. But alas, I lost the next one. And he just eyed me up, waiting… I groaned and reluctantly manoeuvred my knickers off. I decided to get back at him, so I threw them at him. But he caught them with his lightning quick reflexes.

A sly grin formed on his face. ‘I think I shall keep these.’ He growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

‘That’s just… creepy.’

‘I am a creepy one.’ He winked.

The next round, I lost. Yet again. But I was half relieved, thinking it was over.

‘Alright! Well done, you win! I have nothing else to take off.’ I threw the cards down on the table and went to grab my clothes that I’d piled next to me, but as I reached out for them, they just vanished right through my fingers.

‘What the… Loki!’ I glared over at him and folded my arms over my chest.

‘We’re not done yet, love. Not until we’re both naked.’

‘There is nothing else for me to remove. What do you want me to do when I lose, take a shot?’

‘I have a much better idea than that.’ His tone was low and seductive, making me gulp as I squeezed my thighs together a bit. Glad he couldn’t see because of the table.

‘Wh… what might that be?’ I dared to ask.

‘We start… adding things to you.’ He then held up two pegs.

My eyes widened in realisation of what he meant. ‘I… No… that’s not fair.’

‘Are you bailing on me, darling?’ He raised an eyebrow at me.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the throbbing between my legs that made me agree… But I put my hand out across the table and he dropped the pegs into my hand.

‘Wait… are these the clothes pegs from outside?’

Loki pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he nodded.

‘Lord help me.’ I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath as I held one over my left nipple, but I found I was too scared to actually do it.

‘Have you never used nipple clamps or pegs before?’ Loki asked, so casually as if he was asking me about the damn weather.

‘No… I have not.’ I spat back at him, making him chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up on end as he got up from his chair and moved swiftly around beside me. Kneeling down, he slid a hand up my spine to the back of my neck, under my hair, and he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath against my ear. ‘Allow me.’

A small whimper came out of me instead of anything intelligent. But he didn’t comment on it. I was pretty sure his god-like senses could no doubt tell I was aroused, all because of him…

‘They can be quite delightful when used right.’ He spoke low as he turned his attentions to my breasts.

I thought he was just going to clip them on, but instead he decided to tease me. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers over my nipple, making me gasp. It hardened far too quickly, making me curse myself.

He stroked over it a few times, then used his thumb and forefinger to pinch. Making me whine as it felt like a jolt went right down to my clit.

He attached the peg to my nipple and moved his hand across to my right nipple. To repeat the action. But it didn’t take near as long this time, as I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered in response to the pleasure, right before he clipped the second one on.

‘There we go. See, this is such a good idea.’ He kissed my temple when I grumbled in response, trying to remain pissed off with him.

But in reality, I wanted nothing more than for him to just get naked too…

It was difficult to focus with the pegs on my nipples. It was a strange sensation, one that I was finding I rather liked… Which surprised me. I had expected it to be painful and uncomfortable.

Unluckily for me, I lost the next round too.

‘Ooooh, what shall we add next?’ Loki playfully tapped his lower lip, as if deep in thought. But I knew the asshole knew exactly what he was going to give me next.

He held his hand up and my eyes widened when steel ben wa balls formed in his palm. He rolled them about between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. ‘How about these?’

‘Oh god.’ My cunt clenched at the thought of them.

‘That I am.’ He smirked and stalked back around towards me.

‘I can put them in myself.’ I squeaked, my voice much higher than I had meant it to be.

‘Are you sure? They need to be in properly… My fingers are much longer than yours, I can make sure they get to where they’re supposed to be.’ He purred, his voice like utter sin.

‘Well… When you put it like that.’

He spun his finger, motioning for me to turn around to him. I uncrossed my legs and turned to him. I spread my legs open and tried to hide the embarrassment that coursed through me. But looking at Loki, all I could see was… lust in his eyes as he eyed me up thoroughly.

‘Raise your knees, put your feet flat.’ He tapped my ankle and I did as he asked.

I moaned when he slid his fingers down me, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from making anymore noises. I was so aroused it was humiliating.

‘My my, someone is excited.’ He hummed, stroking my clit slowly.

‘Just… do it.’ I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes.

I yelped a little when I felt the harsh cold of the first ball press against my opening. It was quite large and heavy, but Loki pressed it right in. Then the second one joined straight after. Loki wasn’t quite done yet though, he slid two fingers into me and pushed them around a bit, pulling more moans and whimpers from me.

‘There… In the right place now.’ He curled his fingers against my g spot as he slowly retracted said fingers from within me, making my legs tremble.

As he stood, he sucked his fingers with a moan and went back to his chair. I could see the very evident bulge in his trousers now. And that made me even more excited…

I shuffled back round and crossed my legs, but just doing that action made the balls move inside of me. One of them was pressing right against my g spot in my new position and I nearly lost it completely.

‘Delightful, aren’t they?’ He grinned at me.

I ignored his comment and with shaky hands I picked up my cards that he had dealt me. I had to keep breathing deeply, because otherwise I was worried I was going to cave and start touching my clit to orgasm because the balls just felt so bloody good. I couldn’t resist slightly swaying back and fore, I thought unnoticeably. But Loki noticed. Of course he did.

‘Enjoying yourself there, love?’ He teased.

‘I… yes, I am actually.’ I huffed at him and made my move with the cards.

‘How the…’ I trailed off when I realised I had lost the round again.

‘Surely there’s nothing else that can be…’ I trailed off when I looked up at Loki and saw him holding some weird vibrator. ‘added…’

‘What’s that?’ I squeaked.

‘A clitoris vibrator. This hole here, hugs it nicely and there’s tiny little vibrators just inside that will tantalise your lovely little nub.’ He slid it across the table to me.

‘What, you’re not going to help me with it?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. ‘Trust me, I will be helping plenty in a moment.’

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, but I picked up the vibrator and studied it closely.

‘How am I going to get to keep it in place while playing cards with both hands?’

‘That’s where I shall come in. Trust me. Put it on.’ He licked his lips.

I knew I was far too gone anyway, so why stop now? Clit stimulation was just what I needed.

The table shielded his view of me while I opened my legs and got the vibrator into position. It was quite easy because my clit was peeking out, simply begging for some attention. Poor little thing. The hole on the vibrator fit snugly over it. I let out a small sigh as it turned on and vibrated over it, almost completely encasing it like a sucking motion at the same time.

That’s when I noticed Loki’s magic on the vibrator. When I let go, it stayed in place and intensified in vibrations.

‘Oh fuck!’ I moaned and threw my head back.

The balls inside me started moving about a little, I realised that no doubt they had his magic in them too. Because there was no way they should be moving that much.

I knew there was no chance I would be able to focus on the card game now, especially when Loki ramped up the vibrator on my clit, making me howl in utter pleasure as I came. I started falling over onto my side, but Loki quickly came over and sat behind me, pulling me back into him and cradling me into his embrace as I kept shaking through what felt like a constant orgasm.

Loki smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead as he wrapped his other arm around my middle, keeping me against him as my hips tried to buck up in pleasure.

‘This is such a delightful prize for winning.’ He purred, kissing the top of my head.

‘L… Loki…’ I panted, unable to say anything else but his name.

It was safe to say, that soon after, Loki stripped naked too. Not because he lost any rounds, but because he had another game in mind as he teleported us back to his room for the night.

[rex101111]

For a glass of Cactus Wine

Summary: Migelo does both his duties at the fete, one to the Empire, and the other to his kids. 

Rating: T

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII

Well! Been a while since I wrote something substantial, but @sevi007 has been doing a live blog of this game, thus reminding me how much I love it, and so here’s a fic depicting the one missing scene in this game I really wanted to see, also to give Lizard dad the content he deserves. Enjoy!

Seeing Arcadian troops stomp in the halls of the Royal Palace made Migelo want to crawl right out of his hide. It’s been two years since those bastards in their tin plates stomped into his home and his city and still he could only barely keep his anger in check at how disrespectful the whole lot of them were.

Leaning on pillars built centuries past, wiping their feet on rugs that took months to weave, pointing and laughing like children at art that they would never understand the importance of. If he heard another one of these piss-drunk bureaucrats call one more thing in this palace “quaint” he’s going to use that same thing to break it over their heads.

Still, years of experience in burying his feelings and opinions about his costumers helped him plaster a smile on his snout. This was simply business, he was providing sundries and food for an event, like he’s done dozens and dozens of times over his long career.

“Watch that crate!” He yelled out to one of the servants, “it’s got wine in it, worth more than ten of your lifetimes! Handle it with a bit of care why don’t you?” The servant sheepishly apologized and asked for help from another servant as Migelo turned his gaze elsewhere, “dear girl, you’ll break your back like that!” He went to a maid and corrected her posture and how she held her tray of food, “there we go now, better?”

“Thanks Migelo.” The maid smiled gratefully, before her face turned sour, “these imperials get nasty when they’re drunk, they keep asking me to run back and forth for all sorts of nonsense.” She sighed harshly, “probably just want a peek up my skirt.”

“You let ol’ Migelo handle them, Meina.” He soothes, turning her to a different direction, “empty that tray and take a break for ten minutes, I’ll have someone else make sure they don’t notice you gone, yes?”

She went off with a smile and Migelo continued like that, his time cleaved cleanly between ordering servants this way and that soothing fraying nerves. This fete needed to go flawlessly, with the consul himself attending every hand on deck needed to give it their all and then some. If the pompous royal left this evening with a good opinion of his food, he might transfer said opinion to the rest of the city. If he did that, maybe his boys and girls could have more room to breathe.

He looked ruefully over the staff, some of the younger ones he’s known since they were children, helped them train for applying for work in the palace. Rabanastre was a small city, everyone knew everyone, and that only became stronger as the plague and the war ravaged the place. Seeing these kids, his kids, running around like cockatrices with their heads cut off for the sake of their invaders made a lick of fire burn in his gut, no matter how hard he tried to douse it.

Worse of all was that he knew he was delaying the inevitable, he had an invitation to answer soon, and the longer he ignored the worse things would get not only for himself, but everyone else living in Rabanastre.

He took a few long breathes, practiced his best servile smile in a nearby plate, pictured the smiling face of every single child under his care in his mind, and went off to sit at the right of the eldest living son of Emperor Gramis, Vayne Carudas Solidor.      

The consul was deep in debate with the others sitting at his table, something about tax rates and territory dispute that went right over Migelo’s head, but as soon as the old bangaa drew close enough, as if he could hear his footsteps over the rancor of the room, Vayne stopped talking and turned his head to meet his gaze.

“Ah, Sir Migelo, so nice of you to finally join me.” He motioned for one of the nearby soldiers to pull back the chair at his right side, “please, sit.”

With practice ease, and complaining stomach, Migelo bowed in apology, “I hope you would forgive me, Lord Consul, I had so many things to fix and move, my responsibilities nearly made me forget your most gracious offer.”

“Think nothing of it good Sir,” Vayne waved off easily, “We should all wish to have your work ethic Migelo, so we could accomplish our own work half as well.” Vayne complimented him smoothly as Migelo finally sat, the others at the table nodding sycophantically, before beginning to pour the store owner a glass of red wine. “But, let me remind you that I asked of you to refer to me by my first name.”

Taking the glass with all the grace he could manage, Migelo bowed his head again with an outwardly warm smile, “ah, forgive this old lizard sir consul, I still feel ill at ease referring to one of your station so informally.” The other reason was the only people he called by name were his friends and his kids, and Vayne is not, would never be, either. “Perhaps I’ll manage that better,” he made a show of laughing from his belly, “with a bit of fine Arcadian wine in my system, eh?”

“Of course.” Vayne’s sharp eyes and sharper smile made Migelo feel as if he were strapped to a table, “please, indulge as you please, we have all night after all.”

Nodding, Migelo started to drain his glass, and had to fight his gag reflex with every gulp. Arcadian wine made you feel like someone was trying to prove something to you, too rich, too fruity, too damn much. Seeing the people around him gulp this stuff down was aggravating as it was confusing, you could stuff as many flowers into a bottle of Slaven piss as you wanted, it was still a drink of cold piss.

Decades of honing his poker face in the interest of more returning costumers made sure none of that disgust was visible on his face of course, to any casual observer Migelo savored every drop of the expensive Slaven piss, finishing his glass with a pleasured sigh. “Ahh, what an excellent, uh, flavor profile! So full of life and character!” He turned to the consul with a toothy grin, “How’s about you give me another to loosen my tongue?”

“You are a man of great taste, Sir Migelo.” Vayne complimented, smiling thinly as he filled the offered cup before filling his own. “I’ve heard Dalmascans do not have a high opinion of my home’s signature brew.”

“Bah.” Migelo scoffed easily, “children with no experience on their tongues Lord Consul, nothing to be offended by.” He internally grits his teeth, he heard some of the younger men voice some of their very loud opinions about Arcadian wine in a place where a couple of soldiers could hear them. It ended well for absolutely no one, and he was only glad to make sure his kids didn’t see or hear it. “We Dalmascans are very proud of our own drinks, I think you would see it would make sense to be a bit defensive.” He took another gulp, “pardon m’candor, of course.”

“Indeed.” Vayne nodded, finishing his own glass, “and you have a great many things to be proud of, I’ve heard a fair share of good things about Dalmascan cactus wine.” He looked at Migelo with a gaze that made his scales itch, “have you tried it before?”

He was almost insulted the man had to ask, “o’course I did lord consul!” He tried to be casual about it, but a bit of hometown pride seemed to seep in every other word, “Cactus Wine is easy to brew in large amounts, made from Cactoid fruit and the sands are absolutely littered with the little buggers, it’s what you order when you have something to celebrate or as a victory drink.” Migelo could go for an entire barrel of it right now. “It’s a…simple drink. Simple but hearty.”

Vayne nodded politely as the bangaa went on, before he took the bottle of his expensive wine and looked at it quietly, “…I suppose there hasn’t been much call for it, lately.”

Migelo nearly swallowed his tongue, for all his talk of taking in all of Dalmasca’s hatred onto himself, the consul seemed adept at choosing words to inspire said hatred. “Y-No, Lord Consul, not a lot to celebrate.” He quickly recovered, smiling again as he waved his glass about, “b-but fret not! Us Dalmascans find reason to celebrate no matter the weather! You’ll have your taste of cactus wine before long don’t you worry!”

“Why wait my friend?” Vayne said smoothly, Migelo barely exerting the restraint he needed to stop himself from cursing the consul out on considering himself something he is not, “I have found myself a few bottles for this grand occasion.”

Migelo was stopped short, he had double checked every scrap of food and drink meant for this fete, triple checking the alcohol in particular, and he was sure there wasn’t a drop of cactus wine in the whole palace, he figured the imperials wouldn’t want to touch the stuff. “Y-you did? F-from where lord consul?”

“From the palace cellars of course.” He replied, motioning with his hand to another maid, Kayta if Migelo remembers right, who held a very familiar clay jug in her hands. “If one kind of wine isn’t enough to call me friend, perhaps two would suffice.”

Migelo held Kayta’s conflicted gaze for a moment, before he turned to Vayne with a doubtful expression, “the cellars my lord? Those haven’t been disturbed since the war ended! Who knows what kind of vermin have found their way to the stores?”

“I had my men carefully inspect each bottle.” Vayne assured, which only made Migelo more ill thinking about what Imperial soldiers considered inspecting. “Please, do not be reticent, I find myself curious what a man of your expertise has to say about the difference between one wine and the other.”

Kayta poured Migelo a glass with a sorrowful expression, Migelo soothing the girl as best he could with a smile only she could see, and the bangaa took a long whiff of the drink, before slowly draining his glass.

Cactus wine was sweet, almost sweet enough you could give it to a child without them puffing their little face. Its taste was subtle, airy, doing nothing more than what a wine ought to do and made your face and belly warm. It was cheap drink, cheap enough that working folk could indulge in it without endangering their pay over-much.

It was Dalmasca to the last drop, warm and honest.

“So, sir Migelo?” Vayne inquired when the bangaa finished and had not said a word, “how is your home’s brew compared to mine?”

He was quiet for a few more moments before he turned to the consul, “I must admit to having a bias sir.” He put the glass back down on the table gently, reaching over to grab a grape nearby to soak some of the alcohol in his system, “I’ve been drinking cactus wine since I was a whelp, y’see, it’s a drink for the heart as much for the stomach nowadays.”

Vayne chuckled good naturedly, “well, now you have me curious.” He picked up his own glass and motioned for Kayta to fill it, the girl nearly tripping over herself to bow as she poured without spilling it on him. He took a careful sip…and stopped, an emotion Migelo could not name fliting across his face. “…it tastes…” The consul was quiet for a moment, the rest of the table perfectly silent to await his judgment, “…honest.”

Migelo released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, allowing himself the tiniest amount of pride as he looked at Vayne, “Dalmasca knows no other way, Lord Consul.”

“Pritas.” Vayne looked at one of the people sitting at the table, some peacock in a stuffy red shirt with a pencil moustache, “you should try it, I am certain people in Archades would flock to try this, exotic yet gentle on the tongue.”

Pritas hurriedly motioned for Kayta to pour him a glass, and no sooner than he had a drop of it he was nodding enthusiastically, “y-yes Lord Vayne! You are absolutely correct; everyone will want a bottle of this for any price!”

Migelo, despite his mood and the alcohol in his system, found himself smiling at the sound of it, feeling someone patting his shoulder. “Migelo, after the fete be sure to grant Pritas here the information for whoever you get your cactus wine from, they’ll find more business than ever.”

Migelo could picture the family of brewers in his head, nearly jumping for joy at the chance that fell into their laps, a contract to sell cactus wine halfway across Ivalice. He then imagined their faces when he told them to which half of Ivalice the wine would go. He imagines the shock, the outrage, the sorrow.

He imagines the table with one more chair then they needed, the extra gathering dust for two years now.

“Yes, Lord Consul.” He said as calmly as he could manage, looking into the face of a man whose night has gone exactly as he had planned, down to the last detail, painting a smiling on his snout. “Thank you for this opportunity, I’m sure they’ll see this as a chance to build their life back up to how it was…” He could feel his lips curling over his teeth. “…before the war, that is.”

Vayne’s face drew downwards slightly, an almost robotic motion, “yes, the war has devastated both sides long enough,” He squeezed the shoulder he was holding, in a move meant to be reassuring, “it is past time we helped each other back onto our feet.”

Vaan crying into his shoulder, cursing and yelling and screaming every curse he knew. Penelo holding him tightly as she sobbed. Fire in the sky, visible from his window.

His home, under siege and under iron boots.

Migelo bit his tongue, brought to mind every orphan he and Old Dalan have struggled to keep fed and working and warm, and managed an impossible smile, “yes…way past time…Lord Consul.”

Vayne shook his head with a fond smile, and poured Migelo another cup of Arcadian wine. Migelo drained it without tasting a drop.

(Not long after, barely an hour after, he sees his boy in chains and his girl crying for his freedom, and all the wine in his veins is cold and freezing.  

As they dragged his boy away, as his girl fell into the arms of Kayta as she sobbed, Vayne Carudas Solidor came to him, smiled, and clapped his shoulder.)  

[alexwritesfiction]

hear my heartbeat? (just focus on that)

words: 2370

genre: fluff, angst, mlm friendship

tw: a bit very sad hmm

a/n: i love this idk why. i really shouldnt be writing so much angst holy hell. please read it!

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in which michael can't sleep because if nightmares and ashton helps him.

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Michael hated sleeping. He couldn’t even think about it. Just the thought of closing his eyes sent shivers down his spine. He used to love sleep. Heck, that was all he did back when he could. But things change, especially for him they did. He started to play in a band. With his best friends, no less. And he couldn’t have been more elated.

He needed to sleep, he craved to. Every night he’d lay down, terrified but with a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe he’ll sleep. Maybe, he won’t wake up in the middle of the thrashing and sobbing.

All he could do was hope, and he was running out of it at an alarming rate. For the past couple of shows he’d looked horrendous, as if his eyes had been painted red. He didn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. Didn’t feel like himself anymore.

He kept feeling worse and worse every day. It only doubled whenever he was struck with the realization that he should be happy that he even made something out of his career.

Lord, if Ashton could hear him right now, he would’ve no doubt broken down. And Michael couldn’t afford that. He needed Ashton to stay strong the way he was. He lived vicariously off him.

He thought Ashton didn’t know. But then again, he was the band dad after all. It was his job to protect his family. Where the band is, home is.

Today they were going to be playing a show in Copenhagen. The venue they were staying at only had two rooms, which means they’d have to share one each.

Sure, they’d shared rooms before, even beds, all four of them. But, this time, it was different. This time, Michael was different.

This scared him further. If he didn’t sleep alone, they’d know. He couldn’t bear the thought of having a nightmare while one of his bandmates was sleeping beside him. He could picture the disappointment on their faces. They’d hate him for not being okay. He was supposed to be fine. Michael had always been the chill, happy go lucky guy. The soft one, but strong. Oh, how untrue it was.

He may have been fine from the outside, but he just about was erupting like a volcano inside. And the lava ruined him every day. It was like he was the sun: bright from the outside, but just a big ball of black in the inside.

“C’mon Mike, we got to go,” Calum’s voice bounced off his door and he knocked. Michael currently sat in his stage clothes, trying to calm himself down as he curled into a ball. There was some shuffling outside the door, and then it burst open.

He looked up to see Ashton barging in with a wild look on his face. His face fell as he saw Michael curled up. But Michael, ever the tension diffusing machine, stood up faster than light and flashed a bright smile at him.

“Let’s freaking rock the stage tonight!” Michael grinning, hopefully throwing Ashton off track. He couldn’t let him know. But he could see it in Ashton’s eyes that he did. The look was gone as fast as it came, Ashton returning a soft smile.

Michael smiled gratefully, walking out the door, only to be held back by his arm as Ashton pulled him back and crushed him into a hug.

Michael inhaled sharply. He felt safe in his arms. He could breathe a bit better, even though it might just be a casual hug. His arms tightened against Ashton and then slowly tried to pull away. He knew that if he stayed like this any longer, he’d cry. And tears were weak. They weren’t manly. Especially not just before a show.

“It’s okay to not be okay, you know,” Ashton whispered in Michael’s ears, his voice cracking a bit at the end. Michael trembled, recognizing the words he’d said to his band whenenver one of them had felt bad. Michael took it upon himself to cheer them up. If only he could do that to himself.

“Ashton,” Michael said. Because what else was there to say, really. Nothing made sense in Michael’s mind. Other than Ashton.

“Boys, we really do gotta go!” Luke yelled from somewhere.

The hug just ended like that. Ashton held Michael to an arm’s length, scanning his face for any sign of weakness. He knew Michael was sad, but one thing he didn’t know that Michael had one of the best poker faces. And right now, the most heart-breaking thing was that he wanted to die, but his smile said that he couldn’t be happier.

Ashton, finally satisfied, nodded at Michael, signalling at him to go on stage. Michael heaved a sigh of relief. He just merely got out of that one, he thought. If he gets paired with Ashton to sleep on the bed, he would be doomed. He could feel it.

But he couldn’t risk messing up on stage. So, he stood and thought of how rainbows were magical and how kittens could make his heart melt. And when he finally felt ready to go, he did. And he rocked it.

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He’d messed up. Bad. One of the best shows and it was his fault it messed up. He ran down the stage and to the backstage, ripping the guitar off his chest. Hot tears streamed down his face as he fell near the washrooms. Sobs wracked his body. His bandmates came after him, yelling his name.

“Michael, it’s okay",” the hushed him, standing tall over him, and peering down with pity in their eys. Michael hated pity. He didn’t need pity. He needed to just let it out.

Next thing he knows, he’s being lifted and engulfed into a hug by his best friends. This only made him cry harder. He should’ve stopped, should’ve calmed down. But he just couldn’t. The emotions kept erupting, the lava kept erupting and Michael wasn’t in control of his poker face anymore.

He heard Ashton say that he’d be rooming with Michael tonight, and he was so caught up in just breaking down that he was powerless.

“Let’s go” Ashton stated, and Michael barely nodded, wiping his endless tears with his long sleeves. One could have said he looked adorable even while crying, and Michael would have laughed at them. Right now, he could just imagine Ashton giving him a lecture on how to get better or think positive. But that's never helped. Still, he was determined to not let Ashton down. He was the one person to have cared for Michael even in the darkest times, when Luke and Calum and Ashton rose to shine and Michael was overlooked.

They reached a door, and a man, possibly a bodyguard opened it up, eyeing Michael up and down like he couldn’t believe someone could be so wrecked. he had disgust in his eyes, and Ashton noticed it too.

“You’re fired. Go home” Ashton said in his taking-no-shit voice. The man spluttered before rapidly nodding his head and looking at Michael one last time before walking away.

“Stupid freaking humans,” Ashton muttered, and Michael couldn't have agreed more. He giggled in between his crying, and it sounded like a frog wailing due to his croaky throat.

And then they both were laughing uncontrollably at the atrocity of it all. Michael didn’t know how much more he could cry, so he started laughing, and Ashton joined in until they were in peals of laughter, just laying on the bed,

Ashton laid back down, head on the pillow, Michael using Ashton's stomach as a pillow, and it didn’t feel awkward. Not one bit.

They calmed down after a few minutes, the hazy tension returing. Michael braced himself as he heard Ashton take a deep breath. His stomach bloated beneath Michael and he chuckled.

“You can't sleep, can you, Michael?” Ashton asked, his voice reflecting that he already knew the answer. Michael just chose not to answer that question. Ashton already knew, there was no point in saying anything. Except one.

“Go on, tell me how I should get better,”

Michael hadn’t meant for the words to come out so bitter and he sat up straight as hurt flashed in Ashton's eyes. But he recovered quick. He knew Michael hadn’t meant those words.

“I- I'm sorry – I didn’t – I didn’t mean that-” Michael struggled to explain, his hands flailing in different direction, once again on the verge of crying.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Shh. It's all right, Michael.” Ashton sat up and rested Michaels hand to his sides.

“I know you,” he breathed, and with that, Michael confirmed his suspicions. He was shaken for a second. He did not know why. Why was he so affected? He already suspected Ashton knew.

Michael’s mind was a hurricane, and it was spinning faster and faster. He couldn’t think of what to say to Ashton, how to handle this situation. That got to him, his ability to diffuse tension suddenly not acting.

“I can't sleep, Ash,” he said brokenly. Ashton locked eyes with him like he wanted to tear down the mask in his eyes and pull Michael out of whatever hole he falling into before it was too late. Michael already thought it was too late, but Ashton believed it never was. He hoped it was true.

It all comes down to hope, Michael thought, everything always comes down to hope. He hated that word now, with every fibre of his being.

He wasn’t aware that tears had started falling again, he just stared like a pale dead body at Ashton.

“I don’t hate you, you know,” Ashton said suddenly, surprising Michael with his words. He didn’t believe Ashton. How could he not hate someone so…sad?

Michael truly was a contradiction of himself. He could believe Ashton had his back and that he hated him simultaneously. That’s how he worked.

“I love you, Michael,” Ashton whispered into the dead silence of the room. His hands reached out to Michael’s cheeks, wiping away the drops that showed his weakness. Michael couldn’t hold himself in, he flung his weight onto Ashton, almost attacking him. They both fell back onto the pillows and Michael held onto Ashton for dear life.

Ashton sighed, softly rubbing Michael’s back until his tears dried and he could pass out from exhaustion. But Michael couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, not when he’d cried so much.

Ashton had closed his eyes when Michael shifted his face from his stomach to look up at him. Ashton hummed in acknowledgement as if to say that he’s still there. Just…there. For him. And weirdly, that was all Michael needed to feel confident in telling him what he was about to.

“Hey, Ash?” he poked Ashton’s cheek repeatedly. Ashton didn’t respond, mocking him for being cute.

“Ash, Ash, Ash,” he kept chanting, finally cracking the curly haired boy up and making him pop one eye open. The tension that had been there had been dissipated as soon as cheeks were poked.

Michael had a soft smile on his face as he gazed up at Ashton. He blinked a few times, realizing they hadn’t even had the time to change their clothes. He still felt comfortable. Nothing other than Ashton could make him feel that way right now.

“Yeah?” Ashton murmured, raking his hands through Michael’s hair, which oddly felt like heaven.

“I can’t sleep,” he repeated his sentence from earlier, making Ashton confused. Why would he say that again?

“You already said-” he started, Michael cutting him off almost instantly.

“I have nightmares.” He stated. He felt Ashton inhale sharply at this. Ashton could never have imagined the extent of his acute insomnia. His hands stilled in Michael’s hair.

“God, Michael,” he stammered, “when were you gonna tell us?” Ashton asked, quietly as if the prospect of Michael keeping it to himself had hurt him. And it had, but he couldn’t focus on himself right now. this was about Michael, and he would be damned if he didn’t help him.

“Probably never,” Michael said truthfully, still lying on Ashton’s stomach. He grabbed Ashton’s hands from his hair and held them preciously between his own.

“There’s so many things I want to say to you right now, Mike. I just don’t know if I should say them now.” Ashton explained, and Michael understood perfectly. He’d known that feeling all too well.

“So, don’t,” Michael chuckled.

“Come here,” Ashton said in a voice that left no questions. Michael crawled up and lay his head on Ashton’s chest. He could feel a steady thumping beneath him and sighed and he put a hand over Ashton’s waist, cuddling up.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.” Ashton said after a few seconds. And he did. He paid attention to ever heartbeat, the feeling calming him down. He felt like the volcano had erupted and now it was just calm, like a boulder had been lifted off his chest. He knew it would last, but he couldn’t bring himself to get away from Ashton. He believed then that Ashton was the one he could go to without hesitation.

Michael smiled, his eyes unconsciously fluttering close. Ashton peered down after a few minutes when he heard small snores. And he saw the best sight he could’ve seen, as Michael slept cuddled up to him. Slept because he felt safe. In his arms.

Ashton couldn’t quite believe his eyes, and he had to do a double take before finally letting a grin spread on his face. He adjusted the pair of them so that they held hands, Michael on his chest with his other arm on Ashton’s waist, and Ashton’s hand resting on Michael’s head. He fell asleep too, in a while, the thought of Michael still on his mind.

If someone had seen them now, they’d have seen a couple. Two boyfriends sleeping. But it went far deeper than that. They were best friends. Brothers, more accurately. And neither of them could care enough as to what anyone thought they were.

Because that’s what they were, in the simplest words.

Michael and Ashton.

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[simpmeon]

Red: Rebirth

Pairing: Any Demon Brother x Gender Neutral MC, Diavolo x Gender Neutral MC Genre: Angst Word Count: 1.7k Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None 

The Fall // Rebirth // Betrayal // Companions // Revenge 

He felt so real to the touch you almost believed him, but your dreams have played tricks on your psyche before. His eyes full of fear and sadness as he held your body closer to him, never putting too much pressure. You scoffed at his actions because you knew that if you were really in front of Diavolo he would break you with his soul crushing hugs.

"....Y/N do you....do you not know?" He whispered into your chest. You felt the pattering of tears on your chest and you angled your neck down to see that Diavolo was crying. "Do you not know that you're dead? That you're a demon?"

Air hit your lungs with such a sharp sensation that you sat up with a speed too fast to be considered anything human like. Your eyes were throbbing, and so were your head and your back, those feelings only grew worse whenever you sat up with such ferocity. You barely had time to even take a look at your surroundings before you flopped back down on the bed that was beneath you, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Wait....bed?

Even though it felt as if red hot pokers were being seared into your eyes, you opened them anyway to take a look at your surroundings. You were in an extravagant bed with red silk sheets and enough room for four of you to lay comfortably. Your arms felt broken, but you tried to move them across the smooth fabric anyway to no avail. You groaned and each breath felt more painful than the last, but soon became more bearable. You could barely move your neck but from what you could see from the golden trim and black accents that you were somewhere in the Demon Lord’s castle. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that your dream landed you in the place you longed for the most. You hoped to wake up before the sadness creeped into your dreams and rendered you nothing but the husk you once were....but a new sensation took over.

Comfort. For the first time in years you felt comfortable and content in Lord Diavolo’s castle. Being surrounded by such intricate pieces of furniture and beautifully painted ceilings, you felt a feeling of warmth rush through your body. You smiled at yourself, another genuine smile as you looked up at the huge ceiling about you, counting all the flowers you saw on them when Barbatos and Diavolo walked into the room, relief on their faces as they saw that you were awake and well.

Diavolo practically landed on top of you, laughing his booming laugh as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. Even Barbatos could not resist taking the other side and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. They felt so real beneath your finger tips, so comforting. You could smell the scent of freshly brewed tea on Barbatos, and could feel the heat off of Diavolo’s bare arms. You wish you never could wake up from this.

“Pinch me I must be dreaming.” You whispered out loud and Diavolo looked up at you with confusion.

“Y/N this is not a dream.” He stated, pushing your hair out of your face comfortingly to get a better look at you. “You're in Devildom.”

“Don't get my hopes up. I am not in Devildom. I am in the human world and I am going to wake up to an empty hole in my chest, probably on my bathroom floor in a puddle of my own vomit and piss and carry on with my miserable life.” You said with a dry chuckle and wrapped your fingers around the Demon Lords and held them. He felt so real to the touch you almost believed him, but your dreams have played tricks on your psyche before. His eyes full of fear and sadness as he held your body closer to him, never putting too much pressure. You scoffed at his actions because you knew that if you were really in front of Diavolo he would break you with his soul crushing hugs.

"....Y/N do you....do you not know?" He whispered into your chest. You felt the pattering of tears on your chest and you angled your neck down to see that Diavolo was crying. "Do you not know that you're dead? That you're a demon?"

"Dia please. I’m not dead. I can't be dead this is like a normal night for me. Drink too much, smoke too much, take too many medications and bada bing bada boom i end up passed out on my kitchen or bathroom floor, damn near drowning in my own bodily fluids, and reaching across the counter for some pain medications for my hangover..." You rambled, your voice growing weaker and weaker with each word. Looking down at the ring that laid on your chest you continued, "I reach out to him....he does not reply for days....I go to work...I try to do my best in my classes...and the cycle repeats itself."

If Diavolo's head was not buried into your chest you could have sworn you heard obscenities mumbled followed by a strangled sob. You hummed to Diavolo and tried to roll on your side, but he stopped you before you could.

"You need to be gentle with your body right now....especially the wings and horns." He advised, his grip on you tightening slightly. You let out a light chuckle and went to angle your head behind you, expecting nothing out of the ordinary behind you besides some pillows...but what you were met with was something far greater than that.

Four beautiful wings protruded from your back, almost three times the size of your own personal wingspan, covered in red feathers with black tips. You gasped as you saw the buildup of scabs and scarring at the base of the wings and you quickly realized that the pain stemming from your back were caused by the wings sprouting out of your back. Looking down at your arms you could see that they were covered in red and black markings that curled around your forearm and down your hands. Your breathing picked up as you went to gingerly move your hand across your new wings and felt a shiver run through your spine with how sensitive yet strong they were. Slowly you guided your hand up to your throbbing head but were stopped short by the feeling of something hard and coiled beneath your fingertips. You ran your fingertips over them and you swore your heart stopped as you realized what they were. Horns. You had horns?

"D-Diavolo?" You whispered, trying to keep your breathing level even though you felt like you were going to spiral into a panic attack. Sending this Diavolo wrapped his arms around you tighter and looked up at you with watery eyes.

"Yes my dear?" He asked, even though he knew what you were going to ask.

"Am I really....a demon?" You asked, still trying to soothe your quickened heartbeat. Diavolo sighed and took your hand in his, gently rubbing the back part of your hand soothingly, trying to calm you down.

"Yes my dear, and a rather powerful one at that. Barbatos and I had quite the time trying to contain you after you fell into Devildom. Your true form was definitely a challenge to try to tame that is for sure." He explained, chuckling before continuing. "You did not go down without a fight, I will say that. I barely managed to contain you and you ended up breaking my wing and several of my bones in the process....no demon has ever been able to do such a number on me before, especially not one who was previously a human."

Your eyes widened at his words. You hurt him? Broke his wing? He looked at you and he could tell you were feeling guilty about the entire situation. He smiled reassuringly and moved himself off of you before grabbing your hand gently.

"Y/N you're an amazingly powerful demon. Even in your newborn state you had such control over your body and were quick and strong. I did not even bother trying to call the brothers because I knew they would not be able to handle you at such a stage, something I have not done since those same brothers fell from the heavens." He squeezed your hand gently, bring it up to his cheek and leaning into the touch. "A broken wing is hardly something to fuss over and can easily be mended when you have a certain sorcerer on speed dial."

Your heart jumped at the thought of Solomon. Despite him and you mainly living in the same realm, you still have not seen or spoken to him in so long. You would hardly call him a best friend, but you did miss him greatly. You gently took your hand from Diavolo's cheek and folded them neatly in your lap , looking down at your arms.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch more." You whispered. Diavolo leaned over and dragged your body onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

"We should have made more of an effort my dear. Especially if what you told me before was true." He spoke back, brushing stray hairs out of your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. "But for now you need to rest up more and then we can get to training you about your powers and how to keep them in control. Did you know that you could breathe fire?"

You laughed at how excited he was about that. Diavolo always knew how to cheer you up and make you smile. Had you not fallen for one of the brothers, you had no doubt you would have fallen in love with him instead.

You two stayed together like that for a while, the pain in your head and back slowly subsiding thanks to the rapid healing rate of demons, and you filled Diavolo in on everything that happened up in the human world after you left. He mentally cursed himself at the thought of not checking in on you more and he vowed to make sure to protect you for as long as you were in his kingdom, the overprotective big brother streak showing. There was laughter and terrible dad jokes being passed between you two and Barbatos, each one getting worse than the last. You ate enough servings of Barbatos's cooking to put  Beelzebub to shame, Diavolo and Barbatos both happy to see the growing demon in front of them happy and smiling again as if they never left.

The duo stayed in the bedroom like that until drowsiness overcame you and you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. Diavolo smiled, gently laying you back down on the bed, kissing your forehead goodnight as Barbatos tucked you in gently.

"Sleep tight Y/N....we have a long way of training to go."

[maggotzombie]

by the bar

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You’ve made plans to have a few drinks with some friends in your favorite bar downtown but things don’t work out as you expected. WORDS: 3,8k T/W: alcohol, fluff, language. A/N: Here’s something song-inspired. I had the time of my life writing this. Maybe 1 of 2... — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

IT DIDN’T start well, I might confess.

Ten minutes late turned into twenty and now they’re forty-three minutes late and I’m pouting at the bar, not even ashamed of that.

I sigh in annoyance and put my phone down, tilting my head to the side as I trace the rim of my glass with my fingertip.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind if you send me a text to let me know how long I’ll have to wait. But if you never intended to show up at all, why would you even make plans in the first place?

Now I’m sitting all alone at the bar, pathetically I might add, waiting for friends that are a text away from canceling on me.

Why am I surprised, anyway? It’s not like they’ve never done this before…

As I sit and sulk in my bitterness, I don’t pay attention to the cheery group of people at a big table nearby, having the time of their lives. To be honest, I try to shut them down in my head because I’m pretty fucking jealous.

Why can’t I have friends like this?

“We're taking shots in here, you want one?” I take a moment to register that the stranger is, in fact, talking to me.

I turn to my side to look at the handsome blonde guy with piercing blue eyes.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “Uh… No, thanks! I’m waiting for some friends,” I smile to not seem rude.

I’m not in the mood for flirting right now. Sorry, hot blondie.

“You can wait for them with us! I’m with my friends and fiancée,” He points at the table and an equally blond and gorgeous woman stands up, walking towards us.

Oh.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that,” I chuckle slightly, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Thanks, though,” I nod, looking at him.

“Want some help, babe?” The blond woman asks, stopping by the man’s side but not touching him.

Thank god, no cuddling right in my face!

“Hi,” The woman says to me with a huge smile.

“Hello,” I great back with the best I-don’t-want-to-be-here smile.

“I’m Alissa!” She reaches out a hand and I shake it, also introducing myself. “This is Will. Are you gonna join us?”

“She’s shy,” The Will-guy says to his fiancée and I stare back at him with ‘come on, dude’ face.

“No need to be shy! I promise we’re cool,” Alissa guarantees.

They stare at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I groan internationally before smiling and nodding slightly.

“Alright,” I agree, reluctantly. “Thanks, but you don’t have to do that at all.”

“Ah, shut up, and let’s go!” Will says with a chuckle as if we’re longtime friends.

I chuckle too while his fiancée nudges him in a reprehensible way. They wait for me to collect my stuff so we can walk back to their table.

By now, the heat in my cheeks is permanent and I am planning on murdering each of my friends that are standing me up. However, things can always get worse and it does when I spot, at least, five TV stars at Will and Alissa’s table.

Why can’t Earth just swallow me whole right now?

My internal groan intensifies as I stop by the side of Will and the group’s attention shifts to me.

“Guys, this is Y/N!” Will introduces me and I wave sheepishly at them. “She’ll join us for shots while she waits for her friends.”

Seriously, Will-dude?! Why are you dissing me like that?

My smile doesn’t reach my eyes as I picture the exact way of torture I’ll use on the bastards I call friends.

“Hi,” I say very shyly.

Hey’s and welcome’s are cheerfully directed towards me. However, the next seconds are the most chaotic of my life.

Chace Crawford stands from his chair and motions for me to sit on it, by Alissa’s side. Then he tucks me in like a gentleman before walking towards the bar with the Will-guy, Sebastian Stan, and another handsome-looking man.

Alissa takes her seat by my left and introduces me to the remaining people at the table, which includes Jessica Szohr. Before introductions are over, the other men come back from the bar with a LOT of shots, lime, and salt, and I’m officially introduced to them.

“Here you go,” A couple of tequila shots are placed right in front of me and I look up to meet the eyes of Sebastian Stan.

“Thanks,” I smile shyly at him.

He gives me an adorable combo of a nod and a soft toothless smile.

The other glasses are given away to the others and Chace gets another chair for himself before sitting by my right side. Sebastian takes a seat right across from me and the handsome-looking guy named Ethan sits at the head of the table.

As we cheer and down the first shot, I don’t even make a face at the stinging sensation the drink leaves behind nor the bitter from the lime. After all, what’s hard liquor when you’re nearly dead inside? Exactly, nothing.

At first, I’m very glad they continue their chatting as if I’ve always belonged to the group. However, they wouldn't let me quiet for long and, soon enough, all the attention is at me again.

“So, Y/N,” Will starts and I put my beer down, sighing internally as I lean forward to look at him. “What brings you to this lovely place?” He asks.

“Booze?” I make a face and the others laugh.

He nods, pursing his lips. “Fair enough.”

“What do you do for a living?” Alissa chimes in. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is,” She adds quickly.

I shake my head as to say that it isn’t a problem. “I’m a fashion designer,” I reply nonchalantly.

That seems to catch their interest.

“Seriously?” Jessica Szohr asks. “What do you design?”

“Dresses and gowns...” I say, trying not to draw more attention to myself.

Of course, it has the opposite effect of what I intended.

Suddenly, they’re stalking my professional Instagram and complimenting me on my creations. My cheeks are so red that it could be used as a stop sign but I sigh in relief when someone suggests more shots. As expected, my friends bail on me an hour after they’re supposed to meet me but I don’t even reply to them as I gulp down another tequila shot.

The alcohol starts to flow in my bloodstream and I begin to loosen up a bit, the warmth of the liquor starting to take over.

I quietly whisper to Alissa that my friends aren’t coming and that I am going home but she – already inebriated – immediately shouts at me, prohibiting me to leave and then shoves another shot in my face. Without seeing another way around, I simply drink it to not seem rude.

I’m not having a terrible time either, so that counts.

“Dear Lord, how do you do that?” Sebastian Stan asks, frowning at me.

“Huh?” I ask, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You just downed two shots without even flinching,” He points out and I look down at the glasses. “How drunk are you right now?”

I make a pinching motion as to gesture a small amount. “Barely,” I reply. "Mildly,” Then a nod.

He squints his eyes at me. “What were you drinking before?”

“I had a glass of caipirinha at the bar, but that’s it,” I shrug off.

“Is that the Brazilian drink? Made of that thingy that comes from sugarcane juice,” Jessica quips in, sitting by the actor’s side and makes some faces twist in confusion.

“Cachaça,” Someone suggests.

“Yeah, that,” She nods. “That’s strong,” The woman makes a face.

“Not really,” I shake my head slightly.

My answer seems to trigger something as they start to coo and, now, I’m the one frowning. Thinking I did something wrong; I immediately start to apologize to Jessica but she just chuckles, shaking her head. I’m not even surprised when the guys go get more tequila shots.

“Okay,” A bunch more of full cups are placed in the center of the table and then handed out for each person. “Here’s how this game will work,” Sebastian pauses again, combing his hair back with his fingers. “You have to drink the shot and you can’t make a face, just like missy heavyweight here,” He places both hands on my shoulders and, if I wasn’t slightly inebriated, I’d light up like Human Torch.

“What if we can’t?” Joe Mazzello asks.

“You pay the next round,” Chace replies quickly and then howls in laughter, backed up by the others.

“Yeah, that sounds fair,” Sebastian agrees. “Now, a demonstration from Y/N just so you know what you’re up against,” He squeezes my shoulders and I wonder how the hell I ended up here. “Y/N?” Sebastian squeezes my shoulders again.

I shrug off, accepting my fate, then I do the three-steps: lick the salt, throw my head back slightly to down the hard liquor, and bite into the lime. As I do the latter, I put the glass back at the table, always keeping a straight face.

In the meanwhile, everybody was staring at me.

“Nah, that was water,” A guy named Philip, who I think it’s also an actor, says. “It was way too easy.”

I look at him with an unamused face. “What are you drinking?” I ask him, nodding towards his glass.

“Vodka,” He replies.

I snatch his drink. “In this case, nazdarovya!” I raise his glass as a toast before downing it just like my own shot.

Yeah, that was a mistake.

I realize it as soon as I swallow the vodka. Mixing liquors isn’t the greatest idea and my stomach roars in anger when the latest shot hits the bottom.

Nevertheless, I keep a straight face and I look up at even more surprised ones. “That wasn’t one of my brightest ideas,” I confess.

This makes them break in laughter and I get a supportive tap on the back by Sebastian. The simple gesture nearly makes the vodka turn back around, but I just bring my hand to cover my lips as a small burp comes out.

The drinking game starts after my reckless decision and it’s quite fun to watch them try to keep it together. I refuse to take another shot when it comes back to me, arguing that I’d probably end up in the ER if I continue in this spree.

I laugh as Will’s face contorts in pain or something. “This makes me wonder if you guys suck at poker, too,” I say, resting back on my chair.

“Oh,” Sebastian starts and my eyes fixate on him. “Is that a dare?”

I chuckle, adjusting myself in my seat. “It was a statement but, sure, it could be a dare,” I tease him.

“Alright,” He nods. “I’ll take it,” The actor says.

“Since when you play poker, Stan?” Chance questions with a serious-mocking tone.

He shrugs off. “Just found a great excuse to learn it,” Sebastian replies and I find myself blushing hard as I chuckle.

The light conversation keeps flowing. I chat mostly with the ones around me which are Alissa, Will, Chace, Jessica, and Sebastian. It’s really fun, they definitely embraced a stranger to their group without a second thought and are sharing personal details carefreely. While I feel a little uncomfortable about it, they also make me feel part of their “pack”, as weird as it is saying that.

However, I’m getting drunker as time passes, and further embarrassing myself in front of movie and TV stars is not in my to-do list. So, I excuse myself to go to the restroom – which I, in fact, need to. Thankfully, no one asks to join me or follow me there.

In the stall, while I pee, I dial my hotline. As always, it takes one ring and my savior picks up.

“I hate you,” She greets me with a groan.

“Sorry to call you, mom. Could you pick me up, though?” I whisper.

“It’s nearly 1 am, Y/N!” She points out with her voice thick of sleep.

“I know, I said I’m sorry!” I continue to whisper.

“Why are you whispering, anyway? Were you kidnapped or something?” She asks.

“No. But I’m hiding in the bathroom. They won’t let me leave if I say so,” I reply.

“That sounds exactly like kidnapping,” She emphasizes.

“It’s a long story, okay! I’ll tell you if you come to pick me up, so will you? Please,” I try to chuckle but I’m pretty sure it sounded like a shocked cat.

“You know I will. Text me your location,” She replies.

“Aw, that’s why you’re my favorite little sister,” I beam.

“I’m your only sister, Y/N,” She deadpans.

“Well, so that’s pretty accurate, huh?” I laugh.

“Ugh, I’m on my way. Goodbye,” She hangs up.

I look at my phone and purse my lips. “Wow. Rude,” I say, flushing the toilet and then stepping out of the stall.

Just as I’m carefully washing my hands – read: stalling to gain time for my sister to come to get me –, Alissa and Jessica come into the bathroom with huge grins.

“GURL!” Alissa says excitedly when our eyes meet through the mirror and she trots towards me. “Sebastian is SO into you!” She giggles like a teenager.

I scoff. “No, he’s not,” I shake my hands, grabbing a couple of paper towels.

“He so is, right Jess?! Tell her!” The very intoxicated woman props her friend to confirm by nudging her.

Jessica chuckles. “Yup, he is,” She agrees but I shake my head skeptically. “I swear to God, he is. And I think you two would be a cute couple,” She teases.

“Oh, I second that,” Alissa nods. “It’s perfect because he’s single and you’re...” She stops midsentence and frowns. “Are you single?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the discussion!” I shake my head quickly and I immediately get dizzy for it.

“See? Perfect!” Jessica points out.

“I guess that vodka is coming back to haunt me,” I say as I clutch my stomach, leaning against the sink.

“Are you okay?” The blond sobers up in concern.

“Yeah, just got a bit dizzy from shaking my head too hard,” I reply, taking controlled breaths to not throw up.

She giggles. “You’re not that badass after all, huh?” She pats my back and we walk out the restroom.

As we reach their table, everybody is packing up. “Where are we going?” Jessica asks, taking her purse.

“Some of us, home,” Will reply, looking down at his overly affective wife snuggling to his side.

“But there’s the last call at my place,” Chace says.

“Sweet,” Jessica nods.

I already had collected my stuff and was on my way to the bar to close and pay for my tab. “Hey,” I smile to the bartender who was attending me when I got here. “How much do I owe you?” I ask, opening my wallet.

“Uh, nothing,” He replies and I give him a puzzled look. “Guy in the leather jacket just paid for your tab,” He replies and I follow his nod to see Sebastian engaged in a conversation but staring at us – or is it only at me?

I sigh, looking back at the bartender. “So, how much did he pay?”

The bartender gets the receipt and I check it out. Then I smile, thanking him for taking good care of me when I was alone by the bar and wishing him a good night.

I pull out how much I've cost him and put the bills in my back pocket before walking back to the group. “Hey, Y/N! Are you coming with us?” Jessica asks with a huge grin on her face.

I stop, trying to remember what she’s referring to. “Last call at Chance’s,” Sebastian recalls.

“Oh,” I nod. “Yeah... No, thanks for the invitation, though,” I smile. “Mom is getting here anytime now,” I add and their expressions are priceless. “Oh, it’s not really my mother. It’s my little sister but she acts like our mom with me so...” I laugh and they join me, in relief. “Why am I explaining myself, anyway?” I shake my head slowly this time.

“Yeah, well...” Jessica comes in for a hug and I just accept it. “There’s always a next time,” She says and I simply nod. “Loved meeting you, girl. You’re rad!” The woman squeezes me.

I awkwardly step back. “Please, don’t let this one drink more,” I ask Chance and Sebastian, looking at them.

They laugh and I exchange more awkward hugs with the rest of the group, bidding goodbye. Each one of them tells me how awesome or nice I am and I think I’m blushing, but I don’t even know any more at this point. Alissa surprises me by tearing up a little when we hug – well, she technically nearly tackled me down, but okay – and Will has to physically unstrap her from me.

“That was intense,” I smooth my hair back and sigh.

“Tell me about it,” Sebastian says from my side and I almost have a heart attack for not realizing he was there the whole time.

“Jesus,” I say with a hand over my chest.

“No, Sebastian,” He corrects jokingly and I roll my eyes before a chuckle escapes my lips.

“Very funny,” I shake my head.

“Well, I’ve made you laugh,” The actor shrugs off. “It worked,” He winks at me.

Suddenly, I remember the conversation I had in the restroom with Jessica and Alissa. Then, I also remember he paid for my drinks.

“Yeah... Listen,” I start, turning my body fully towards him. “I really appreciate you guys inviting me to join you, even if you didn’t have to...”

“No problem,” He nods.

“And I had a great time, thanks for that,” I continue.

“You’re welcome,” Sebastian smiles at me.

Why is he staring at me so inventively?

I almost have a hard time focusing on the next steps. “But I really don’t need you to pay for my tab,” I say and a frown takes over his confident expression. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the initiative but I’m not that kind of girl,” I finish, taking the money out of my pocket and offering to him.

“Uhm...” He pauses, trying to process it while looking down at my hand. “I’m sorry, did I misunderstand the whole thing?” He asks. “Because I’m pretty sure you were into it, too.”

I frown. Oh, my God! What’s he talking about? I’m that drunk?

“No! Not at all!” I quickly reply, not really sure what I’m saying. “I just don’t like people paying for my stuff,” I say.

Then I realize how rude I sounded.

I groan and, this time, it’s not internally. “I’m so sorry! I don’t mean to sound rude or pretentious,” I explain, trying to mend the situation. “It's a thing I set for myself...”

Why’s my vocabulary gone?

“A thing?” Sebastian frown intensifies.

Fuck!

“Yeah... Like a...” I press my fingers into my eyes, trying to search my scrambled mind. “Uh... What’s the name of it? Like a series of rules that we set for ourselves and we live by it…” I keep trying.

“Like a moral code?” He asks.

“Exactly!” I snap, pointing at him. “But that’s not what I was going for… What do we call the rules itself? It’s uh… Fuck, it’s at the tip of my tongue,” I cuss, frustrated at myself.

“Principles?” The actor suggests again.

“Yes! That’s it!” I snap again. “Not letting people pay for my stuff it’s a principle of mine. I pay for my stuff, you know?” I tilt my head slightly while explaining to him.

Sebastian nods and opens a side smile. “You’re so adorable,” He confesses.

Firstly, I’m shocked.

Did he fake the whole offended thing?

Then, I’m relieved. “You’re an asshole,” I whine, shoving him slightly and smiling shyly.

“But at least I can make you smile,” He continues teasing me. “And blush like a tomato, apparently.” Sebastian runs a finger over my left cheek.

“Stop it,” I slap his hand away playfully. “But, seriously, take the money,” I offer it to him again.

“You don’t have to, you know?” He insists.

“I want to,” I shove the bills into his chest.

“I won’t take your money,” The man shakes his head at me and I groan, fury in my eyes.

“Fine!” I say and look down at his clothes, folding the money. “You don’t have to,” I stuff the bills into his pocket and the look on his face is of pure shock. “Ha, sucker!” I laugh, pointing at him.

“So very adorable,” He shakes his head slightly, looking at me.

Suddenly, a car honk makes me look away. The sight of my sister in her bathrobe waiving a bottle of Gatorade through the open window makes laugh.

“You’ve got me electrolytes!” I grin. “You’re such a mom,” I tease.

“I’ll kill you,” She replies.

I giggle. “Right,” I nod and look back at Sebastian. “See ya!” I kiss him in the cheek and move away quickly.

Before stumbling down the steps of the bar, I remove my high-heeled boots and proceed to run towards my sister’s car most silly and pathetic way possible. I take the bottle from her hands and kiss her cheek before walking to the passenger’s side. I throw my boots in the backseat before opening the front door.

A happy squeal comes out of my mouth as I look at the seat. “You got me KFC!” I say as I take the fried chicken bucket in my hands. “I fucking love you!”

“Yeah, okay. Get in, psycho. I have to work tomorrow,” She replies.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I point out with a chicken wing between my teeth as I strap the seatbelt on.

“Does that really matter?” She asks, opening the Gatorade for me.

“Huh,” I huff, chewing the chicken and then taking a big gulp of the electrolyte drink to help down the food down. “Thanks!”

Quickly, she switches gears and we drive off: me, happily eating KFC on the passenger’s seat and drunk off my mind while she’s grumpy and sleepy.

In the meantime, Sebastian was watching everything with an amused smile on his face and hands inside the pants pockets.

“When’s the date?” Chance asks, coming behind him.

“What?” Sebastian asks, frowning.

Jessica frowns too, standing beside Chance and a few other people. “Didn’t you get her number?” She asks.

The actor's face drops and he looks back to where the car went. “Fuck,” He mutters and the others laugh.

“Oh, honey,” Ethan teases, patting his shoulder as he passes by.

“All that for a kiss in the cheek?” Alissa asks with her hands in her waist. “What the fuck, Sebastian?!”

The man frowns, looking at Will who just dismissively shakes his head.

Then he sighs, rubbing his face. “I’m a dumbass.”

[imagine-loki]

Strip Poker, One shot

TITLE: Strip Poker CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One shot AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine playing strip poker with Loki RATING: M

NOTES: Playing strip poker with Loki. But you run out of clothes… so Loki decides to add a few things.

I knew Loki was up to something, I could tell by the way he was skulking around the place. No doubt looking for mischief.

‘If you’re planning on dragging me down with whatever it is you’re plotting, you can think again. Stark still doesn’t trust me with his car after what you did to it.’ I muttered, not even looking up at him while I lay on my stomach on the carpet, reading my book.

Loki’s chuckle reached my ears as he straddled over my bum, his hands gripped my sides as he leaned over me. His hair was tickling the back of my neck as he looked at what I was reading.

‘You’re reading that silly wizard book again?’ He scoffed.

‘If Harry Potter was real, you’d have no hope, mister.’ I turned the book over and put it down, then I managed to roll over underneath him, his hands sliding over my body and landing on my hips again.

He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Are you seriously comparing my skills to that of a puny Midgardian wizard?’

I knew I’d touched a nerve. It was fun to wind him up, especially over something that questioned his power. We often had this game of poking fun and teasing at each other. Since my arrival to the Avengers tower, I was told almost daily how Loki came out of his shell more. Apparently, I brought out the best in him.

But in reality, I had just treated him like anyone else. I didn’t recoil in fear when he entered a room. I didn’t blame him whenever something bad happened. Although, admittedly, he is the first one to be blamed when there’s any kind of mischief going on. But he always owns up to that proudly. We were really close friends… Sometimes I wished we were more, but I never told him that. Too scared it would ruin what we had. Even though he was a huge flirt, I just assumed that was in his nature.

I shrugged and gave his arms a pat. ‘Ok, ok. You’re probably right. You’d win easily.’

‘Probably right? I’m always right.’ He grinned.

‘Yeah, yeah… So, I’m not gonna get to finish reading in peace, am I?’ I asked knowingly.

He grinned down at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Nope. I’m bored, I want to play.’

The way he said it and squeezed my sides at the same time made my stomach flip. But I kept focused. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’

‘Hmmm.’ He looked up, thinking. While he absentmindedly slid his hands just under my top, lightly stroking my sides. It wasn’t anything unusual with Loki, he was very touchy feely with me. Enjoyed hugging whenever possible, just touching me in some way seemed to make him happy. And I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

‘We could play poker?’ He suggested, eyes lighting up again.

‘Alright. I’m not great at it, so you’ll likely win.’

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned. ‘Just one thing, we will put our own spin on it… Let’s play strip poker.’ He winked at me and hopped up off me excitedly.

‘No, no, no, no! I’ll lose, spectacularly. And I’ll be naked while you’ll still be fully clothed!’

‘Oh come on, darling. It will be such fun.’ He had a pack of cards appear in his hand as he pushed the coffee table into the middle of the floor on front of me. Two wine glasses full of red wine appeared too.

I should’ve known he had a hidden agenda this evening.

I groaned and sat up, shuffling myself over to sit crossed legged opposite him. He flicked his wrist and had a chair slide over for him to sit on. And his full armour, cape and helmet materialised onto his body while he started shuffling the cards.

‘Don’t think so. That’s not fair! Look at all the layers you have. Change back!’ I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled wickedly, but to my relief he did change back into the all black suit he had been wearing a moment ago. But that’s when I realised, I was seriously under dressed as it was. Knickers, a bra, shorts and a tank top… That’s all I had on.

‘Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re pissed off?’

‘Shut up.’ I huffed, grabbing my cards.

I was pleasantly surprised to win the first round. So Loki had to remove a piece of clothing. But the asshole took off his watch that was hidden under his sleeve.

‘Bastard.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What was that, darling?’ He teased, hand behind his ear.

I glared at him the best I could, but he just laughed.

He won the following round, but I remembered I had earrings in.

‘I should make you remove both of them.’

‘Nu uh, you have way more layers as it is. Let me have this one.’

He nodded reluctantly. Probably knew he was going to win anyway.

After some more rounds, I was down to my underwear. Loki still had his shirt, trousers and socks on. He had used his tie as an item, a necklace I didn’t even know existed and his shoes. Whereas I had been barefoot so didn’t even have the luxury of socks to remove.

I felt slightly self-conscious, sitting there in my underwear on the floor on front of him. But the wine was helping greatly, especially because as soon as my glass was empty Loki filled it right up again.

The perks of having a magic God as a best friend were great at times.

‘Oh dear… Looks like I win again.’ He was unable to contain a big ass smirk.

‘There’s nothing else for me to remove.’

‘You are still wearing clothing, I can see with my very own eyes.’

‘Seriously? I’m not taking my underwear off.’ I whined.

‘Come on, darling. It’s just me. Nothing I’ve not seen before.’ He winked at me.

My face went bright red. He was referring to the god awful, down right most embarrassing moment of my life, where he had burst into my bedroom after returning from a mission that had went really well, and I was lying on my bed completely naked with a vibrator shoved up my fanny. I had just been about to cum, too.

And Loki being Loki, hadn’t even averted his eyes. Oh no, he had taken in the sight before him with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. It took me to grab the blanket and throw it over myself before he backed out of my room, but he didn’t even apologise.

We had never spoken of that moment, I was too embarrassed to bring it up. And Loki just never mentioned it, thankfully… Until now.

The wine had made me brave. So I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn’t look him in the eye though, when I took it off. I tried using my hair to cover my nipples, but it wasn’t really working.

‘Alright, let’s get the next one over with. Sooner you’re completely naked the better.’ I grumbled, downing more wine.

While I was looking at my cards, I glanced over them to look at Loki. He was peeping over the top of his, too. But his eyes were down at my breasts. I moved the cards strategically down enough to hide them from his view. He looked up and locked with my eyes, I could tell he was grinning. I could see it in his eyes.

To my relief, I won the next round. So he took off… a sock.

I groaned in utter annoyance as he made a big show of it, acting like it was a strip tease. He even tossed the damn thing at me, landing on my head.

I was desperate to win more rounds. But alas, I lost the next one. And he just eyed me up, waiting… I groaned and reluctantly manoeuvred my knickers off. I decided to get back at him, so I threw them at him. But he caught them with his lightning quick reflexes.

A sly grin formed on his face. ‘I think I shall keep these.’ He growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

‘That’s just… creepy.’

‘I am a creepy one.’ He winked.

The next round, I lost. Yet again. But I was half relieved, thinking it was over.

‘Alright! Well done, you win! I have nothing else to take off.’ I threw the cards down on the table and went to grab my clothes that I’d piled next to me, but as I reached out for them, they just vanished right through my fingers.

‘What the… Loki!’ I glared over at him and folded my arms over my chest.

‘We’re not done yet, love. Not until we’re both naked.’

‘There is nothing else for me to remove. What do you want me to do when I lose, take a shot?’

‘I have a much better idea than that.’ His tone was low and seductive, making me gulp as I squeezed my thighs together a bit. Glad he couldn’t see because of the table.

‘Wh… what might that be?’ I dared to ask.

‘We start… adding things to you.’ He then held up two pegs.

My eyes widened in realisation of what he meant. ‘I… No… that’s not fair.’

‘Are you bailing on me, darling?’ He raised an eyebrow at me.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the throbbing between my legs that made me agree… But I put my hand out across the table and he dropped the pegs into my hand.

‘Wait… are these the clothes pegs from outside?’

Loki pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he nodded.

‘Lord help me.’ I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath as I held one over my left nipple, but I found I was too scared to actually do it.

‘Have you never used nipple clamps or pegs before?’ Loki asked, so casually as if he was asking me about the damn weather.

‘No… I have not.’ I spat back at him, making him chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up on end as he got up from his chair and moved swiftly around beside me. Kneeling down, he slid a hand up my spine to the back of my neck, under my hair, and he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath against my ear. ‘Allow me.’

A small whimper came out of me instead of anything intelligent. But he didn’t comment on it. I was pretty sure his god-like senses could no doubt tell I was aroused, all because of him…

‘They can be quite delightful when used right.’ He spoke low as he turned his attentions to my breasts.

I thought he was just going to clip them on, but instead he decided to tease me. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers over my nipple, making me gasp. It hardened far too quickly, making me curse myself.

He stroked over it a few times, then used his thumb and forefinger to pinch. Making me whine as it felt like a jolt went right down to my clit.

He attached the peg to my nipple and moved his hand across to my right nipple. To repeat the action. But it didn’t take near as long this time, as I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered in response to the pleasure, right before he clipped the second one on.

‘There we go. See, this is such a good idea.’ He kissed my temple when I grumbled in response, trying to remain pissed off with him.

But in reality, I wanted nothing more than for him to just get naked too…

It was difficult to focus with the pegs on my nipples. It was a strange sensation, one that I was finding I rather liked… Which surprised me. I had expected it to be painful and uncomfortable.

Unluckily for me, I lost the next round too.

‘Ooooh, what shall we add next?’ Loki playfully tapped his lower lip, as if deep in thought. But I knew the asshole knew exactly what he was going to give me next.

He held his hand up and my eyes widened when steel ben wa balls formed in his palm. He rolled them about between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. ‘How about these?’

‘Oh god.’ My cunt clenched at the thought of them.

‘That I am.’ He smirked and stalked back around towards me.

‘I can put them in myself.’ I squeaked, my voice much higher than I had meant it to be.

‘Are you sure? They need to be in properly… My fingers are much longer than yours, I can make sure they get to where they’re supposed to be.’ He purred, his voice like utter sin.

‘Well… When you put it like that.’

He spun his finger, motioning for me to turn around to him. I uncrossed my legs and turned to him. I spread my legs open and tried to hide the embarrassment that coursed through me. But looking at Loki, all I could see was… lust in his eyes as he eyed me up thoroughly.

‘Raise your knees, put your feet flat.’ He tapped my ankle and I did as he asked.

I moaned when he slid his fingers down me, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from making anymore noises. I was so aroused it was humiliating.

‘My my, someone is excited.’ He hummed, stroking my clit slowly.

‘Just… do it.’ I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes.

I yelped a little when I felt the harsh cold of the first ball press against my opening. It was quite large and heavy, but Loki pressed it right in. Then the second one joined straight after. Loki wasn’t quite done yet though, he slid two fingers into me and pushed them around a bit, pulling more moans and whimpers from me.

‘There… In the right place now.’ He curled his fingers against my g spot as he slowly retracted said fingers from within me, making my legs tremble.

As he stood, he sucked his fingers with a moan and went back to his chair. I could see the very evident bulge in his trousers now. And that made me even more excited…

I shuffled back round and crossed my legs, but just doing that action made the balls move inside of me. One of them was pressing right against my g spot in my new position and I nearly lost it completely.

‘Delightful, aren’t they?’ He grinned at me.

I ignored his comment and with shaky hands I picked up my cards that he had dealt me. I had to keep breathing deeply, because otherwise I was worried I was going to cave and start touching my clit to orgasm because the balls just felt so bloody good. I couldn’t resist slightly swaying back and fore, I thought unnoticeably. But Loki noticed. Of course he did.

‘Enjoying yourself there, love?’ He teased.

‘I… yes, I am actually.’ I huffed at him and made my move with the cards.

‘How the…’ I trailed off when I realised I had lost the round again.

‘Surely there’s nothing else that can be…’ I trailed off when I looked up at Loki and saw him holding some weird vibrator. ‘added…’

‘What’s that?’ I squeaked.

‘A clitoris vibrator. This hole here, hugs it nicely and there’s tiny little vibrators just inside that will tantalise your lovely little nub.’ He slid it across the table to me.

‘What, you’re not going to help me with it?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. ‘Trust me, I will be helping plenty in a moment.’

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, but I picked up the vibrator and studied it closely.

‘How am I going to get to keep it in place while playing cards with both hands?’

‘That’s where I shall come in. Trust me. Put it on.’ He licked his lips.

I knew I was far too gone anyway, so why stop now? Clit stimulation was just what I needed.

The table shielded his view of me while I opened my legs and got the vibrator into position. It was quite easy because my clit was peeking out, simply begging for some attention. Poor little thing. The hole on the vibrator fit snugly over it. I let out a small sigh as it turned on and vibrated over it, almost completely encasing it like a sucking motion at the same time.

That’s when I noticed Loki’s magic on the vibrator. When I let go, it stayed in place and intensified in vibrations.

‘Oh fuck!’ I moaned and threw my head back.

The balls inside me started moving about a little, I realised that no doubt they had his magic in them too. Because there was no way they should be moving that much.

I knew there was no chance I would be able to focus on the card game now, especially when Loki ramped up the vibrator on my clit, making me howl in utter pleasure as I came. I started falling over onto my side, but Loki quickly came over and sat behind me, pulling me back into him and cradling me into his embrace as I kept shaking through what felt like a constant orgasm.

Loki smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead as he wrapped his other arm around my middle, keeping me against him as my hips tried to buck up in pleasure.

‘This is such a delightful prize for winning.’ He purred, kissing the top of my head.

‘L… Loki…’ I panted, unable to say anything else but his name.

It was safe to say, that soon after, Loki stripped naked too. Not because he lost any rounds, but because he had another game in mind as he teleported us back to his room for the night.

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Lucifer post-ep ramble 5x01

Hi there, long time fangirl, first time Lucifan. After devouring all 4.5 seasons of this magnificent show in an impressive/alarming (all a matter of perspective) amount of time, I have very quickly found myself well and truly obsessed dedicated to all things Lucifer. And when a show grabs me like this one has, I tend to have a lot of thoughts and feelings that I can’t help but share, and so the post-ep ramble was born. It will probably contain many words, it may or may not be particularly coherent, there will definitely be over-analysing, but I thought I might indulge in re-capping the season 5 eps as I re-watch, so this is the first ramble off the rank. 

‘Really Sad Devil Guy’ (A+ ep name btw) kicks off as we’re still scrambling to pick up all our heart pieces after the season 4 finale, which is why Mr. Said Out Bitch (aka Lee Garner) being in Hell is such a cracker of an opening. Lucifer just waiting below deck on Fishizzle II (wth happened to Fishizzle I??) to greet him with his trademark ‘hello’ made me disproportionately happy, mostly because he was on my screen but also because his encounters with Mr. SOB are always great and this was no exception. Getting an insight into ‘life in Hell’, the way the characters in the Hell loops are played by Demons and Lucifer in action as the King was fab at this point in the series. And does anyone else have a visceral reaction to Lucifer stopping that bullet? I know it’s brief, I cannot explain it, it might be the command he has, the fact it’s awesome, but it makes me FEEL things. Just me? Cool.

I think what really strikes me in the way Lucifer just has to pop in on Mr. SOB upon hearing of his arrival, is the fact that he is a link to Lucifer’s life on Earth. They’ve existed in the same places there, breathed the same air, it’s a way for Lucifer to make that connection to his home more tangible. And when he realises where Mr. SOB’s hell loop has them moored, at Marina Del Ray, the way Lucifer says 'Los Angeles' with such yearning makes those heart pieces I had started cobbling back together really begin to ache. What this episode pulls off so brilliantly is the way Chloe and Lucifer remain connected despite being apart, and it’s all set up when Lucifer tells Mr. SOB, ‘You know, there's a good chance I know who's on your case. To them it's only been a few months, a blink of an eye, but here it's been much much longer’.

What’s happening ‘below deck’ in Hell (sorry...or am I?) is of course mirrored at the crime scene, where Maze is still calling Ella Ellen (never change Maze ILY) and Ella is banging on about Lucifer not responding to her DM’s and texts and it’s all so on brand and the thought of her sending Lucifer a clip of a parrot dancing to techno and him finding it funny is just too perf. Maze having Chloe’s back from the get-go and telling Ella to ‘read the room’ just shows how far this Demon has come. And of course Chloe saying that she hasn’t even really thought about Lucifer since he left...(spoiler alert: she has).

Seeing Maze and Chloe out drinking and dancing, somehow they're kinda dorky together and I love it, but it’s also really clear that they’re both leaning on each other pretty heavily and being there for one another and honestly, I love literally every combination of characters on Lucifer, you put any two together and the dynamic is 100% their own and these two are up there. It’s so weird seeing Amandiel running Lux, I big L LOVE Amenadiel but it’s just...wrong. Plus hats off to D.B. because his delivery of ‘No one sells drugs in my place...without me getting a piece of the action’, not gonna lie, I was THROWN.

So are we assuming that the number of months Lucifer has been gone = the number of times Chloe has rocked up to work with a hangover? Lol at the sunglasses but also, you do you Chloe, whatever you gotta do babe. Just like Amenadiel running Lux is like watching a slightly off AU version of the show, so is seeing Maze and Chloe as partners at work. Don’t get me wrong, Maze clearly supporting her and when they’re interrogating a lead, seeing Chloe and Maze have such a groove that they’re finishing each other's sentences and communicating without talking, I dig it. But I love that while it’s great, it still doesn’t feel right. Because that there is why this show is so clever, as an audience we crave the return to the way things were just as the characters we are watching do.

Linda being a completely OTT mum is so fab. I could write an entire essay about my Linda love. Her adamance that ‘Charlie’s special’ and Ella’s ‘every child is special in their mum’s eyes, huh?’ sums it up perfectly. Did I mention I adore Ella? I definitely get the distinct impression Ella is doing a bit of self-reflection, her comment about being drawn to the bad boys for some reason clearly foreshadowing, but also her reflecting that she deserves a good guy for once (just not this ep when there is a bad boy/potential suspect to be hooked up with). I am curious to see the ‘darkness’ Ella has alluded to in earlier seasons being explored further and feel like this is sowing the seeds and I’m also waiting for a significant Linda/Ella D&M at some point. But clearly not this point, because 'science lesson Wednesdays...I checked your schedule and that's your day off' Linda is NOT about deep and meaningfuls (or anyone who isn’t a 2 month old baby), you need to DIAL IT DOWN friend.  I love that it takes Trixie pulling some funny faces and Dan offering some sage parenting advice as he returns the self-help books (love the irony there) for Linda to begin to chill a bit.          

So Dan has gone all new age with his oils and self improvement and you know what? I love it. And then of course we have Amenadiel needing to help make the world a safer place, he just needs to make sure for Charlie ya know and ugh my ovaries. I must say, I was relieved to realise that the club life had not in fact corrupted the delightful warrior we all love after all - it’s all a ploy to catch a REAL BIG TIME drug dealer (nooooo I can feel the second hand embarrassment already...)! Amenadiel setting up the ‘drug bust’, telling the dealer, ‘looks like gooood drugs’, oh you dear sweet naïve Angel you. We of course discover that the bust is, well, a bust, because the ‘drug lord’ is actually a kid trying to offload his mum’s pain meds *insert facepalm emoii here*. But rather than ridicule or be angry, Dan is so understanding and supportive of Amenadiel and once again offers up advice and I really am so into this friendship on every level and the care and openness it models.

Meanwhile, the genius parallel between what is happening on Earth and in Hell really takes effect as Chloe and Maze go undercover (I mean, they are a glam couple lbh) to the poker game while Lucifer is at a game hosted by the same suspect in Mr. SOB’s ‘exquisite’ Hell loop. His exclamation that it’s exquisite reflects that Lucifer and Mr. SOB are not that different, that it’s the kind of place Lucifer might manifest as well, but I also feel that Lucifer could be admiring his own Kingdom’s handiwork at creating LA with such accuracy from someone’s subconscious. He allows himself to be absorbed in it, ‘City of Angels, I’ve missed you’, and I can’t help but get the impression that hearing Lucifer call LA this for the first time is confirmation that his Heaven, or place of Angels, is in fact there with Chloe.

Chloe remains firmly in the forefront of Lucifer’s mind this entire episode, with him asking ‘what would she do?’ and wanting to replicate the life he had with her at the precinct. But of course he is soon reminded of his reality, as he tries to get more information from Mr. SOB who is being useless. Lucifer incorrectly calling him ’Detective’ shatters the illusion that he is any closer to Chloe, and this is impressively emphasised as he erases the LA cityscape to reveal the Hellscape. For a moment he’d let himself believe he was back there. Back home. His, ‘you’re not her’ making some of my heart pieces fall out once again.

But then the messenger arrives, ‘Lord Morningstar, there’s someone you should meet’ and lo and behold it’s guy who just got hit by car up on the Earth-side of this investigation and I.am. loving. it. Also, did Lucifer put out a Hell-wide memo that if ANYONE arrives from LA they are to be bought to him so he can send messages to Chloe through their bodies??? NO REALLY I'M FINE. Having a Demon possess the dead dude’s body to pass on the tip from Lucifer was just TOO MUCH. His, ‘hey is that Mazikeen?’ made me actually lol but also, look how far we’ve come! Chloe doesn’t even flinch when the dead guy wakes up possessed to pass on Lucifer’s message. I’m so proud. 

'It's safe where you stored it' caused me way more amusement than was perhaps intended, but Ella, Maze and Chloe together, trying to figure out what it meant, it's such a great moment and the comedic timing is gold. Also, the fact it actually helps the case, ugh, Chloe and Lucifer are still connected and working together even though they are not on the same plane of existence and I’m just going to need to curl up for a minute because feelings.

You know who else is having a lot of feelings in this ep? The Devil himself. After he is satisfied he has passed on the message, he’s done with Mr. SOB, sending him, ‘back to your torture. And me to mine’. Any remnants of my heart are now once again shattered all over the floor in case you’re wondering. Lucifer doesn’t even try to hide the fact that being away from Chloe is so painful, almost revealing more than he ever usually would when Mr. SOB asks if she’s ‘somebody important?' to which he replies, 'more than you could ever know'. 

He only just stops himself before telling Mr. SOB her name, when he realises he's trying to manipulate him. And I'm so glad, Lucifer so sparingly uses Chloe’s name, it's always significant when he does and I feel like he reserves those moments for only between them. But Mr. SOB really does sum it up when he observes, ‘you just seem like a really sad Devil guy’, BECAUSE HE IS A REALLY SAD DEVIL GUY (can we just take a moment to appreciate how not at all scared of Lucifer Mr. SOB is, he doesn’t even refer to him as THE Devil, just ‘Devil guy’. It’s kind of nice that he sees and accepts him as both Devil and human without really questioning it). 

The parallel continues as Chloe and Lucifer are talking to a sister and brother  and the way this highlights the place they're both in. It's just brilliant writing and execution. Chloe is talking to Meg about her brother’s death and both her and Lucifer's yearning for one another is palpable. At the same time, Maze telling Chloe that they don’t need Lucifer and kissing Chloe highlights Maze’s desire for connection and love. She wants it so badly and the way she shuts down when Chloe suggests they stop working together breaks my heart.

When Lucifer takes Mr. SOB to the root of his Hell loop, yes, it’s about Lucifer projecting his own guilt and lack of self worth onto him, but his assertion that, 'it is inevitable sooner or later you're going to disappoint them all over again. So you'd rather stay away for all eternity’, really feels as though it carries multiple meanings. As a self-referential comment, is Lucifer talking about Heaven or Earth? Is it his fear of disappointing and letting down Chloe and the other humans or is it his belief that he disappointed his family? And if Angels self-actualise does that mean he was never 'stuck' in Hell at all and could have returned to Heaven? I certainly feel there is some sort of realisation occurring here. Or could be completely over-analysing it. Why not have both 🤷‍♀️

You know the line that just up and got me though? ‘Whose hell is this anyway? Are you sure this is my hell? You just here torturing yourself’- Mr. SOB calling Lucifer out is A MOMENT. And I can’t help but wonder if a part of it is Lucifer wanting Mr. SOB to come to terms with his own guilt, wanting to help him because he knows he’s not evil and he is trying to reconcile his own guilt too. If he can help Mr. SOB face and let go of the guilt then he has a chance of it too. And that’s when Mr. SOB challenges Lucifer, pointing out that he missed his chance, ‘but what about you?’ 'The self-centred simplicity of you humans never ceases to amaze me...I am here out of responsibility, I had to protect humanity, I had to protect HER', the delivery of this line, the frustration of being misunderstood, of ppl thinking that he acts for himself when his very reason for being back in Hell is for others, I can feel it through the screen.

The dead guy we saw get shot in the kitchen appearing at that moment with news about ‘the Detective’ and then cutting straight back to the shoot up in the house, file under: how to brilliantly edit. “Lucifer” appearing; the whistle, the casually strolling in, the ‘hello bad guys’ = I was FOOLED. I mean you have to admit, the ‘thought I'd give you a hand' pun was well played, classic Lucifer, very convincing.  My shipper heart was SO FULL for the split second Lucifer and the Detective kissed, until Chloe realised that something was off and her open eyes told us something was up. The cut back to Hell and seeing Lucifer still standing there with Mr. SOB...you may have heard my ‘noooooooo’ from wherever you are. ‘She’ll be just fine without me’...said every Devil who has a dick twin brother who’s going to try and destroy, nay STEAL, his life and love of his life ever.

Michael, you're an evil bastard but damn you nailed that villainous smirk over-the-shoulder pose in the final shot. Whatever you have in store, I will no doubt revel in your awfulness and be confused about whether or not I hate you. 

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Caught Red-handed

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Struggling with migraines 

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having suffered from migraines all their life, Y/N knows better than to give them much attention or let them hinder their work too much. However, their boyfriend is a lot more worried than they are and has taken it as his personal duty to ease their pain as much as he possibly can. 

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to get to it, write and post it, but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it! I’ve never experienced migraines nor have I known someone who has so if I’ve misrepresented or written any misinformation, anyone who catches it, feel free to let me know either in the comments or in my inbox/messages! Love, Vy ❤

The first time I got a headache was in the middle of math class in eighth grade. I remember it so distinctly because I had never before experienced such sudden and such intense pain. I got to go home early that day and spent a good portion of the day trying to sleep it off but to no avail.

Since then I’ve grown used to having to deal with a pain so strong it renders me unable to function for a whole day about two times a month. Sometimes, I even try to be stubborn with it - I try to push through as much work as I can despite the migraine, but that never works out for a long time considering it ends up crippling me in the end. That’s never kept me from trying over and over again though!

Now, to contrast my nonchalance and even annoyance with these pesky attacks, is my boyfriend Corpse’s concern over them. I’ve tried explaining to him that I’ve grown used to them and that I try not to let them bother me and that he shouldn’t stress over them so much but I may as well be talking to a wall because all he has to do is see me squint my eyes or cringe and he enters concerned-mother mode. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it to no end, I just don’t want him worrying over something so small. Also, a minor convenience: if the migraine doesn’t hinder me from tending to my tasks, Corpse will. He’ll make sure I’m off the task I’m working and transported into bed in an instant.

That’s why I’m now clenching my jaw, struggling to maintain a poker face as I work on an important project I have to send to my boss by the start of next week. I’ve got plenty of time, but I like to stay on top of my work so it doesn’t pile on top of me, you know what I’m saying. Corpse is sitting on the couch next to me, casually glancing at me every now and then while remaining quiet as to not disturb me. So far so good, he hasn’t noticed anything and, if I didn’t know any better I would sigh in relief. There’s nothing to trigger the pain to arise any further - the lights are dim, I’m staying hydrated, and I downed two painkillers in the bathroom about an hour and a half ago - so I’m sure I’ll be in the clear at least until dinner.

“Wanna watch a movie when you’re done?“ Corpse asks, “Unless you’re tired or anything...“

I flash him a grateful smile, giving his knee a squeeze of reassurance, “I’d love to, babe. But I can’t promise that I won’t fall asleep.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know you’ve got a tendency of doing that.” Giving me a side-glance he adds, “It’s cute.”

I roll my eyes, already sensing a blush creeping up on my cheeks and neck which I hide by turning to face my laptop screen. One thing I can’t hide though is the wide grin that’s spread across my face as I mutter: “Shut up.”

Just then, a particularly sharp jolt of pain courses through my head, testing that ability to maintain a resting face. Thankfully, Corpse is turned in the opposite direction, searching for his phone, so I allow myself a brief cringe at the discomfort. 

Guess the painkillers are dying down on me, I think to myself, a second away from sighing exasperatedly at the thought that I have to down two more. It was wishful of me to think I could enjoy the luxury of a dull ache until dinner, now the migraine is straight up mocking me.

I quietly stand up from the couch and make my way to the bathroom so I can take another dose of aspirin because I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on my work for very long if it keeps hitting me with this intensity. Opening the door to the small cabinet above the sink, I automatically reach out for the bottle of pills but stop when I see a surprise.

Directly in front of the bottle stands a note written in, you guessed it, Corpse’s handwriting.

‘Already losing effect, huh? When are you thinking of coming clean?‘

Well shoot, am I that transparent?

I sheepishly exit the bathroom, walking back into the living room where Corpse greets me with the same stance as a parent greeting their kid who’s gotten home past curfew: legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow raised, the whole nine yards.

“Yeah, they’re already losing effect.“ I admit, a small apologetic smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks burning with an embarrassed blush. “And I wasn’t gonna tell you at all.” I hurry to add: “Please don’t be mad though.“

Corpse shifts slightly, his gaze giving me a onceover as he contemplates how to pursue the case. I’ve already got several arguments/defenses ready - the perks of working for a lawyer - but I know he’ll dismiss all of them no matter how strong they might come off as in court. Bottom line: even statements that would fly in court can’t fly with Corpse sometimes. Especially when my health and well-being are the topic of observation.

“What have we said about lying?“ He finally asks, causing me to cringe and ball my fists in guilt.

However, I still have my arguments ready: “You never asked me so I never technically lied.” One might say I have quite the audacity to plead not guilty right now, even though I’ve been caught red-handed, but what can I say, I’m stubborn in nature. And Corpse knows this, he’s just testing me for his own amusement.

“Poor excuse, Y/N.“ He says with disapproval, shaking his head and fully embracing his disappointed parent persona. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. So, as punishment for hiding the truth from me, you are to ditch that project you’ve been bugging yourself over and come cuddle and watch a movie with me. Bonus points for you if you fall asleep.“

I needn’t be told twice - not only will it wipe that look off his features but it’ll also get earn me a movie night with the additional benefit of cuddling with my boyfriend? - how could I refuse?

I can’t help it, I just gotta push my luck here and poke the bear with a stick, “If the punishments are so sweet I might start being dishonest more often.“

Corpse rolls his eyes, scooting on the couch and tapping the space he’s freed up for me, “I said I was feeling generous, don’t bet on it happening often though.”

Alright, enough luck-pushing, I should be grateful for this generosity instead. I should be using it to the max.

So, what’s stopping you from doing just that?

Good question, brain, good question.

Head still pounding just not as intensely, I slip under the thin soft comforter to find myself not only wrapped in it but also in Corpse’s arm, his warm embrace bringing me instant comfort, walking me on the tight-rope of falling asleep right away.

“Sneaky bastard.“ I attempt to mutter, yawning halfway through. 

I feel his lips on the top of my head, placing a quick and gentle kiss in my hair before he says, “You’re welcome, babe.”

Count your lucky stars, Y/N. You’ve got one of the good ones.

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

“I know Brianna told you what—what we are. Do you believe it?”

“No,” he said, “but I give you my word that I will of course behave in all respects as if I did.”

—Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

Wilmington, Colony of North Carolina, 1776

“What did Da tell you about Mama? Before she came back?” Brianna asked her guest, Lord John Grey, who had come by her family’s rooms at the tavern, apparently with the intent of satisfying his curiosity.

“He said that she was gone,” Lord John replied, “and I assumed she was dead. But later, he confessed it was only likely that she had died and that he had escaped Ardsmuir on a chance to find her.”

Briana’s eyebrows raised in alarm as she passed him a whisky. “Da escaped prison?”

“He did return,” Lord John said, affronted.

“You didn’t tell me that when you told me about Ardsmuir before.”

“I have been more forthcoming with you than is proper already, my dear.”

But Briana waved it away, clearly getting back to the thrust of the conversation. “And when she returned?”

“He and your mother put about a rather thin story about her escaping the battle at Culloden by sailing to France. I was at Culloden, and know this to be nearly impossible, but I — prudently, I believe — did not pursue the matter.”

Briana snorted. “And, obviously, I was not raised in France.”

Lord John gave her a look of pathetic agreement, but took a sip of his drink.

“Yes, you said you and your mother lived in Boston, which as I said, explains your political attitudes but —”

“It doesn’t quite fit, does it?” Her blue, slanted eyes shined with a mischief that Lord John fancied had shone in James Frasers eyes more than once as a child. Lord John was becoming more perplexed, even as he knew that a simple childhood in the colony of Massachusetts was not enough to explain the many mysteries of Brianna Fraser MacKenzie and her mother.

“My dear, I am in suspense.”

“We’re time travellers,” Briana revealed, with the air of a conjurer revealing his trick. “Da didn’t send Mama to France, he sent her, well, back to the future — to when she came from.”

Lord John was both startled and even more puzzled than before. “And where, excuse me, when did your mother come from?”

“Nineteen forty-six.”

“I’m sorry, she’s from the year of our Lord nineteen-hundred and forty-six?” He quickly made the calculations and his jaw dropped. “That’s 170 years from now!”

“Is that so unbelievable?” Brianna asked, looking rather amused.

Lord John did not deign to answer directly. “And you? If you were living,” he cleared his throat meaningfully, “in the future, how did you come to be here?”

“Well, Mama and Roger and I went looking for Da, after Roger figured out he didn’t die at Culloden.”

“You thought he died at Culloden?”

“Well, he meant to, and he sent Mama away before he did it, so how were we to know?” She shrugged, but then brightened. “He’s going to be a legend in the Highlands you know, the laird who hid from the English in a cave and saved his estate by arranging for his capture, and all that. They’ll call him The Dunbonnet.”

“Of course they will,” said Lord John, seemingly overcome.

“We found the records of his stay in prison, and then he was paroled in England — how much did you have to do with that?”

“Just about everything.”

“And then he went back to Edinburgh….” Brianna stopped suddenly. “Wait. England. Oh, of course. William.”

“Yes, William,” Lord John confirmed. He watched as the realization turned into resolve on her face.

“Well, to make a long story short,” Brianna continued, “we found Da’s printshop and Mama went back to him, and then I found a notice in a newspaper that said they died and realized I could, maybe, warn them, after I finished college I went through the stones to find them, and Roger followed me, and well, you know the rest of that.”

“I do.” Lord John pondered her last statement. “What do you mean by ‘went through the stones’?”

“Have you ever seen a circle of standing stones? Like, Stonehenge?”

“Yes, but —”

“Some of them, or maybe most of them, or only a few, are portals through time, for some.”

“Portals through time?”

“Yes,” Brianna said. “Although not everyone can do it — Da can’t — and it only works at certain times of the year, and you probably need gemstones to protect you, even though Mama didn’t have any when she went through the first time on accident, and —” Lord John was looking pale, and clutched the glass of whisky tightly in his hand. “This is too much, isn’t it?”

“It is quite the tale,” Lord John said, remembering his drink and taking a gulp. Composing himself with effort, he continued: “You said you found your parent’s obituary? When will they die?” He looked distressed at the thought.

“The Big House was supposed to burn down in January, but it didn’t. Praemonitus praemunitus, after all.”

“Forewarned is forearmed, indeed,” Lord John said. “And what college, pray tell, would admit a woman to read, even one of your intellect?”

“Massachusetts Institute of Technology, which won’t be founded for another ninety or so years. I’m a licensed engineer, you know.” She smiled at Lord John’s astounded face — he clearly had never heard of such a thing. “It’s how I made the matches. And Mama’s got a medical degree from Harvard.”

“That is one of the least outlandish things you have told me tonight.”

“Of that, Lord John, I have no doubt.” But she sighed, and earnestly went on, “Do you believe any of it?”

The shock of her pronouncements was wearing off, and Lord John was feeling more himself. “I must admit, I can provide little assurance of my own apprehension of such a thing,” he said.

“I didn’t really expect you to, honestly. I didn’t believe Mama, when she first told me about it. I even threw a fire poker through a window.” She smiled in remembrance. “Although that was more about Da, and less about the time travel.”

“I have yet to have the pleasure to see you in a true temper, my dear, and it is a pleasure I hope to long forego.” He stood to leave, and Brianna rose from her own chair.

“It’s where we’re going. Or when, I should say — not just away from here, or to France. We’re going back to when we came from.” Despite his total disbelief in her story, her distress was entirely real. “It’s why I’m so sure this will be the last time we’ll see one another.”

“You know I shall miss you particularly, my dear.”

“Me too.”

As he walked back to his own lodgings through the streets of Wilmington, Lord John reflected on the many ridiculous and totally fantastic things Brianna had told him about herself and her mother and thought that curiosity did indeed kill the cat.

Author’s note: I am indebted to @futurelounging​, who gifted me a line of Lord John's dialogue and also the best articulation of his manner and mode of expression that I’ve seen yet.

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

Resolution

As promised, here’s the next part of my previous post. Although things look like they can wrap up here, it’s only just the beginning for Johnny and Essie. 

Since I don’t write chronologically most of the time, please expect to read snippets before and after their relationship in the coming posts. 

Without further ado, here’s a long read that has a lot of commas and the word ‘really’. Please don’t turn this into a drinking game, okay? Johnny in the GIF will look at you disbelievingly if you do. But then, he might join you just for shits and giggles.

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: Johnny and Essie continue to be an awkward mess that their other best friend, Kibum, notices this change. He decides to help the two by ‘counseling’ them, and settle their differences – is there any at all? – once and for all. 

POV: 2nd person still. I started writing the bulk of my stories using this perspective before I switched back to 3rd. 

Word count: 2,100 + words 

Genre: Romance, and a teeny weeny bit of angst and hurt that you probably won’t feel it. At all. 

Warning: Mentions of someone smoking, if you’re uncomfortable with characters doing so. And I could use a couple because Lord knows it’s been two months since I’m clean of it. 

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Kibum is such a mom, you thought. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes as he set a huge plate of pasta on the table. He cooked spaghetti with crabmeat sauce, which has edged chicken pesto out as your favorite pasta dish. You couldn’t help but clap your hands in glee as you saw the steam coming out from the plate.

“Well Essie, can you not fawn over the pasta and set the table?” Kibum was annoyed at your dilly-dallying and you immediately got to work by bringing out the fine china.

After all, he was at your apartment with him. The time has come for you to confront your problem with him, and Kibum was generous enough to give some of his time to ‘counsel’ you two.

“Youngho, can you check if we have drinks in the fridge?” The older guy ordered, and the person he asked lazily shuffled towards your red Smeg. “Hmmm, just water and a bottle of red wine. Is that okay? Or should I get some soda or something else?” He said a moment later, his hands running over the tops of the water pitchers.

“No, that’s okay. Bring them out, please,” Kibum said, returning to the table with a wooden board filled with cold cuts and cheese.

You ‘ooh’-ed at how wonderful your meal looked like, with the pasta, cold cuts, cheese, and steak. As Johnny placed the bottle of red wine in the middle of the table, you went to sit at your usual place. He sat across you, and Kibum settled in the middle.

“Thank you, Bumkey!” You and Johnny said in unison, which made the two of you look at each other. You felt your cheeks flush since it has been a while that the both of you said anything at the same time. You looked at your plate, and he did the same.

“Okay, guys? I really need to start this ‘counseling’ session since I don’t want things to become more awkward than they are,” Kibum grumbled, moving closer to the table. “So, what happened to the two of you? Why are you acting like you’re shy of each other?” He continued, hands spread wide to refer to his friends.

When no one answered, he grabbed the bottle of red wine and poured each glass. “Maybe this will loosen you up,” Kibum muttered, taking a sip of the Sangiovese you purposely reserved for special occasions. Although you consider this the opposite, maybe it’s about time that you drink it with your closest friends.

You took a sip and Johnny mirrored you, eyes shyly looking at each other. Kibum groaned again, getting frustrated with the situation. “This! It’s as if you guys are––” he paused as if something in his mind clicked.

“Are you guys in love with each other or something?”

You almost spit the wine you were drinking, and Johnny coughed. He hit the nail on the head, you thought. You set the glass on the table and slowly sank in your seat, wanting to disappear.

“Yeah, Kibum hyung. Well, I’m in love with her, but I’m not sure how she really feels for me,” Johnny said, now playing with the knife and fork. He was trying his best to be engrossed with the utensils, but then you caught him looking at you from time to time.

“You haven’t given him an answer, Essie? And what, it’s been like two weeks since we’ve been hanging out with this awkward air around us!” Kibum was near hysterics, his small eyes becoming bigger with each word that came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry!” You started, sitting up straight this time. “Well, I really don’t know…I mean, I do love Johnny with all my heart, but I’m not sure if this is the time to start a relationship?” Your voice faltered at the end, and you couldn’t look at them both in the eye after your admission.

“Why not, Essie? You have been single for long,” Johnny said, eyes intently looking at your face.

“Yeah, dear. You haven’t dated in ages, and I don’t mind if the two of you will do so,” Kibum interjected.

Their answer made you feel how lonely you were for the past years, being single after dating a guy on and off until he ghosted you completely. You felt tears running down your face, and you covered it, ashamed at how you were feeling right now.

Since the guy across you does really love you, he went to your side immediately and wiped your tears with his handkerchief. “You really didn’t need to do that,” you mumbled in between his wiping, and he pinched your nose gently.

“But I want to,” he said softly, now wiping the snot under your nose. “And it hurts me when I see you crying.” He patted your head, and you couldn’t help but lean against his touch.

“Not that this is cute, but are we good now? And what were you crying about, dear?” Kibum interrupted your moment, a smirk gracing his features.

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky grin and batted Johnny back to his seat. “You guys had to remind me how lonely I’ve been, and my tears couldn’t help it,” you chuckled, wiping the last of your tears with your thumb.

“Aw, we’re sorry. But you know Johnny’s here, he’s going to take real good care of you!” The older guy said cheerfully, clapping his hands in glee like what you did earlier.

“But won’t us being together affect our dynamic as LBF?” You asked. You saw Johnny roll his eyes, and you slapped a hand on your forehead, realizing that it was a stupid question to ask.

“Well, the dynamic has changed with the two of you being weird for the past weeks. But nothing stays the same, dear. If you two get together, I might feel out of place due to my lack of love life,” Kibum’s honesty made you blush, and you looked at Johnny to see his reaction. He retained a poker face, his right hand cradling his chin.

“But that doesn’t matter. As long as I see you two being your usual annoying selves, then I’m happy,” the blond continued. This made you smile, and the guy across you as well.

You were glad that your closest friends are the most supportive people you have ever met, despite the times they make fun of you as if it was your last day on earth. You stood up, enveloping Johnny in a bear hug, and he returned it with the same intensity.

“I love you, baby,” he said, squeezing your sides.

You laughed first before returning the words he wanted to hear. “I love you too, you dork.”

“Okay…why don’t we eat? The food I cooked for you is now becoming cold!” Kibum once again interfered with your moment, clapping his hands loudly before digging into the pasta in front of him.

You let go of your lover and return to your seat, happily stacking your plate with steak, cheese, and pasta. As all of you load up your plates, your chatter returned to normal: the music you’ve been listening to lately, any art exhibits you can check out now, and even accessories for Kibum’s fabulous dogs.

Your insides felt warm as you watched Kibum laugh in his iconic way, with Johnny biting his lip in the corner trying not to burst into tears. You didn’t mind if you looked ugly while laughing; it has been a while since the three of you had this much fun over dinner.

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After your scrumptious meal, the three of you hung out. Johnny’s arms were looped around your waist as you stared into the starry sky at the balcony.

Kibum was taking a call inside, which both of you understood as a private moment for him.

“So, Kibum hyung had to convince you otherwise to take a chance on me, eh?” He asked, nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

You tried to shrug but couldn’t since he was so close to you. “Well, it’s not that he’s the reason why we’re like this right now, but…I had to confront my feelings once and for all,” you replied.

He hummed in response, burying his head deeper into your shoulder. You can smell his cologne in this position, and you couldn’t help but turn around and kiss the top of his head.

“You smell really nice,” you started, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And so do you,” he replied.

You know that the two of you can get touchy with each other, but this was a whole new level. You guys have reached lover territory, which you still haven’t fully grasped yet.

Your foreheads were now touching, and he led you to slow dance. Even if there was no music playing, the sound of the city served as the beat to your movements. Your bodies pressed closer to each other, and your hands clasped tighter.

It was a moment you would never forget, and you hoped that he would think the same way too.

When he stopped swaying, he kissed your forehead. You were a bit startled, and he didn’t notice it. Instead, he continued to kiss your face – your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, until he settled for your lips at last.

It was a chaste peck, and you felt all fuzzy when his lips left yours.

“You’re awfully being too sweet, dear,” you said softly, looking at him straight in the eye. “I always am, especially to you,” he replied, returning the same intense gaze you were giving him.

He was about to kiss you again when you heard knocking on the glass door. Both of you turned around and saw Kibum enter, looking apologetic.

“I’m so sorry to ruin your moment again guys, but I have to leave. There’s an emergency I have to tend to,” he said.

You nodded in response, and Johnny had to pull away from you so the two of you can send the older guy off to his agenda. The three of you exchanged your last pleasantries until you waved him off outside your door.

“Congratulations, you lovebirds! I’m happy for you, but please, don’t make out in front of me and our friends,” were Kibum’s last words before he sped off to his car.

The two of you weren’t able to react to his statement, and he left you two dumbfounded. You looked at each other and laughed at how specific Kibum was about not making out.

“But I will want to make out with you, even if you smell like cigarettes,” Johnny said, pulling you back into his embrace. You felt embarrassed with his revelation and covered your face with your hands.

“No, Youngho, please don’t. Let me have some mint first before you do,” you said, slowly uncovering your face and meeting his. You loved it when he looked at you amusedly as if you were a puzzle that he has yet to solve even if he had already played it a thousand times.

“It doesn’t matter if you take a mint or not, but I also want you…” This time, he leaned so close against your ear that you can hear his slow and loud breathing, “To call me daddy when we’re alone,” he finished, kissing the side of your ear.

You just did not hear him suggest that. You pushed him away and crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, come on, Johnny! Not that! Anything, but that!” You protested, pouting at his suggestion.

He doubled over in laughter at your reaction, and he even slapped his thighs for effect. “Oh no, baby, I know you will call me that sooner or later,” he said in between fits, “But now, I’m fine with anything you call me.”

“No, I won’t call you that! It sounds as if I’m really calling my dad! And you, sir, are not my dad,” you emphasized, hands on your hips this time.  

“I will be when you become the mother of my children,” Johnny said suggestively as he tackled you for another bear hug.

“Johnnyyyyyy!” You were flustered at the way your conversation was going and buried your head on his shoulder. “You’re making me feel so embarrassed right now!”

“But I do mean all the things I said, baby!” He replied in the same high pitch as you before he kissed your temple.

You stayed silent in his embrace, and he rocked you gently. The movement of your bodies relaxed you, and you closed your eyes in contentment.

This is how life is going to be now with him by my side, you thought. You opened an eye to look at him and saw that he had his eyes closed, but with a smile on his face.

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FIN