#ignore the fact I’ve changed poppy’s hair

[moonrxee]

Gals

[ghostervn]

Ghoster Devlog - Jan 2023

It’s officially 2023! Maybe this is the year that Ghoster finally releases…

To start this year off, and because it’s been so long since I’ve made a Ghoster devlog, I thought I’d recap any news and updates regarding the Ghoster game! In fact, decided I’ll keep making small production updates like this every few months from now on.

The biggest news is that production officially begun again!

Like I wrote in my last devlog, the original trio of games has been scrapped, and a brand new version is being made! The story is pretty much the same as what the 3rd game was planned to be. There's a very high chance of a demo coming out further into production, but that probably won't be until the whole script is finished. And as of October last year, the new script is now finally further into the story than the old demo was! Which means brand new, never seen before Ghoster plot is being written!!!

Next, lets talk about the soundtrack.

Just like everything else in this game, it's being completely remade! In fact, you can listen to the songs 'Your Friend Ghoster' and 'Welcome Back' that have already been teased on YouTube:

There's also the brand new art and character designs! (please ignore the slightly inconsistent art styles)

First up we have Ghoster. He’s more blue now!! He also has more marks on his body and darker coloured arms.

Next is Caterpillar! Her design hasn’t changed much other than the extra pink ears/nose and white belly.

The one who’s probably changed the least, we have Poppy’s design! Pretty much the same, just bigger hair/eyes, different shades of colours and a nose bump!

And here is Spectey! Not only has the spelling of his name been changed, so has his design. He has hair now! And his bow-tie has little eyes now!! And he still has his fancy top hat.

Finally, the character who has changed the most. From starting out as just an insert into the story for the reader to becoming their own entire character, we have Player! Unfortunately I don’t have a character sheet yet, so this collection of drawings will have to do for now. yes the yellow and grey placement is very inconsistent i know

Boy, their design has changed a lot, huh?

And as a bonus we have a rough character size comparison:

look at em all

Now, as much as I love making this game, and how much I would love to get it finished this year, there’s also a lot of things keeping me busy as well, including managing my Etsy, working on Object Melody, and college. I know I’ve been working on this for a very long time, and I just want to say thank you so much to those who have stuck around this long and been so patient!! I can’t wait for you all to finally get to play this story.

Thanks for reading! - Pheebles

[the-dream-team]

Can I Try Again

Another ridiculously fluffy one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week four prompt: picking berries // I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right // the entire song, pink in the night <3

She is beautiful and he is in a perpetual state of falling. Down and down and down the goddamn rabbit hole, but somehow the further James plummets, the brighter his life becomes. It’s the kind of brightness that blinds him- somewhat painfully- and leaves his vision spotty, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lily Evans walks ahead of him, a spring in her step, sunshine pouring through her hair. She’s cut it short for the summer, just above her shoulders, and he’s mesmerized by the way it bounces around her neck as she walks through the gardens of his family’s home. It’s an image he’s played over in his head an infinite number of times, but his rosiest daydreams don’t hold a candle to the real thing. The afternoon light hits his glasses just right and suddenly there’s a halo of glowing stars framing her as she tucks a dark red strand behind her ear. He can’t even see her face, but it doesn’t matter. I could stare at your back all day.

He is the luckiest boy in the world and every moment is made up of the sweetest form of torture. Agony and exuberance whipping his heart back and forth like a rogue Bludger.

She must know, he thinks. Must have some sort of clue that she’s occupied every corner of his mind for well over a year now. Even more so now, after the platform. He wishes more than anything for the ability to read minds as she glances over her shoulder with those startlingly green eyes, that friendly grin.

He can’t help but smile back- or maybe he was already smiling before she even turned around. It doesn’t matter. By some miracle, she’s here, and he can only marvel at the kindness of fate.

***

It had been a passing comment. One of those early morning conversations as his friends frantically scribbled out unfinished essays while shoving waffles down their throats. Chatter muffled by mouthfuls of eggs and yawning. Remus had commented offhandedly about the fruit bowl being passed around, and then-

“Oh, raspberries are my favorite.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already looking at her when she spoke. But truthfully, he was always looking at Lily, a habit he’d long since stopped fighting once he realized how fruitless his efforts were. She was beautiful and he was hopeless. Simply lucky to be in her presence. She was the sun, and he, but a lonely planet, entirely reliant on and endlessly seeking out her light.

Sirius spoke the words James should have if his mind hadn’t gone fuzzy from hearing her voice.

“You know, the Potters have a raspberry patch in their gardens.”

“Oh, really?” She glanced from Sirius to James with a brilliant smile and excited eyes, so purposefully glued to his that he had to duck his head and rake a hand through his hair to hide his heating cheeks.

“That’s right,” he said more to his plate of sausages than to her. “They’re usually ripe to pick by early August.” When he peered back up, she was still looking his way.

“You should come over this summer and take some off our hands,” said Sirius casually, turning towards James as if it had been his idea.

“Yeah,” he jumped in a little too eagerly. “I mean- if you’d like, you’re more than welcome.”

Her smile widened, rounding the apples of her cheeks in a way that made his stomach flip pleasantly. “That sounds like fun.”

He assumed she’d forget the conversation, it had been just another morning, just another casual chat among housemates, but that didn’t keep him from daydreaming about the potential of a far-off day in August rather incessantly during the following months. But then as the school year ended and summer rolled on painfully slowly (and Lily-less), an owl arrived. And her handwriting crawled across the page like a message written in the clouds.

***

Lily swings the woven basket back and forth in her pursuit of the best raspberries. There’s already an impressive bounty growing in her basket, far more than he’s managed to collect- too busy watching her kneel down and pluck berries off their delicate branches to pick any of his own.

He turns to a leafy bush, green and lively and swaying slightly in the warm breeze, and quickly pinches off a handful of berries in an attempt to catch up with her. When she spins around, he’s thankful for the distraction. A minute earlier and she would have caught him staring. Again.

She smiles pleasantly and brushes her fringe off her sweaty forehead with the back of her wrist. James’ heart leaps into his throat.

“You’ve been quiet,” she says, but not accusingly.

“No I haven’t,” he responds, voice gravelly from underuse. “Just been busy picking raspberries.”

She glances at his measly basket, then back to his face with arching brows and an amused smirk.

He can’t help his own guilty grin. “Alright, Evans, I’m sorry we can’t all be unreasonably talented at everything we do.”

“It’s berry picking, Potter,” she laughs, “not advanced Arithmancy.”

In retaliation, he plucks a raspberry off of the nearest branch and playfully throws it at her. She somehow has the gall to lean her head back and catch the goddamn berry between her teeth. His brain short circuits. He’s quite certain his jaw is on the ground. She acts as though this is no big deal, swallowing the fruit with a satisfied smile, her tongue brushing her lower lip before tossing another into her mouth.

“Oh, these are delicious!”

He can’t form a response even if he wants to. Even if it was a matter of life or death, which it sure as hell feels like. He can only stare at her mouth, at her lips stained raspberry-pink, and lose himself in the knowledge that he knows how they feel against his own- even just briefly.

***

The platform teemed with students stretching their legs after the long journey home from school, saying their goodbyes to friends as their families greeted them for the summer.

A pit sat in James’ stomach- heavy and demoralizing- the entire train ride back to London. He knew she’d be gone soon. Back with her parents in Cokeworth for two excruciating months before their seventh year began. He’d taken their close proximity for granted during the school year, and as he faced a summer without the promise of her warmth, he wondered if it was even possible living in the dark.

He laughed loudly at a joke Peter told, overcompensating for the fact he’d missed the punchline while his thoughts were spiraling over her. Sirius shot him a look that suggested he wasn’t doing a great job of masking his emotions. Had it been so obvious the entire way home? Could she have noticed the despondency in his eyes, heard the heavy thumping of his heart? He rolled his eyes at Sirius and mustered up the most unbothered smirk he could manage.

But then, without warning, she was in front of him.

“Alright, Potter, don’t let your head overinflate while I’m not around to keep you grounded.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Evans,” he laughed, thankful his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “Just so long as you promise to consider switching your loyalties to Puddlemere. There’s no way the Harpies even make it to the semi-finals this season, and I can’t bear seeing you heartbroken again.”

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” she replied, but the way she threw her arms around his neck seemed to argue she didn’t mean what she said. Instinctually, he hugged her back, and thank Merlin he had her to hold onto as the wind was knocked out of his lungs at her touch. An overwhelming warmth sparkled across every surface their bodies met, and it took every ounce of control he had to restrain the truly pathetic sigh that threatened to escape his throat.

“And I haven’t forgotten,” she spoke into his shoulder, breath hot thorough his t-shirt, “you promised me berry picking this August.”

It would be impossible to miss the rapid beating of his heart through his chest pressed up against hers. “I’m already counting down the days.”

When she pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders for a beat longer than expected, his body moved faster than his brain could keep up with. He leaned forward, aiming for her cheek, but miraculously landing against her mouth- connecting for the briefest of moments before parting again, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. If it weren’t for the ghost of her lips still burning against his own, he might have thought he’d dreamt it.

“Lily, I’m not waiting any longer, we’re leaving, now,” came the unpleasant voice of her sister from across the platform.

Lily’s disoriented smile faltered slightly before she composed herself again, meeting his eye. “I’ll see you in August?”

“Yeah, August,” he somehow said with his mouth still tingling, forever changed by what they now knew.

***

The memory of her lips, how they feel pressed between his smile, is harder to ignore when they’re in front of him. He can remember the warmth where they touched him over a month ago and absentmindedly he brings a raspberry to his mouth so he can imagine how she must taste.

His emotions were hard enough to control before he knew what he was missing, but now they are impossible to reign in. He forgets how to breathe, and as a result, his head spins maddeningly. Unsure of how much longer he can stand up straight without making a fool out of himself, he walks forward and lays a hand on Lily’s back- partially to lead her forward, partially because the desire to be connected to her in any way is driving him mad.

She lets him guide her through the rows of bushes, under an ancient wooden archway, and across a courtyard of blossoming poppies and forget-me-nots enclosed by walls of hedges. Yellow and purple petals reflect brilliantly in her green eyes, creating their own fields of wildflowers within her irises. He walks her towards a wide, circular fountain in the middle of the grass where bubbling water spills over onto stone tiers and pours into the basin below, its floor littered with glinting coins, dancing under the water’s rippling surface.

He sits down and she follows suit on the stone ledge surrounding the water, partially shaded by an impressive plum tree. Cool droplets spray off the fountain, refreshing like summer rain singing I love you, I love you, I love you. Lily glances his way and he wonders if she can hear his thoughts.

“Are we finished picking berries?” she asks, eyes squinting and nose crinkling in the sun.

“I figured you had enough to feed a village.” He reaches over and grabs a raspberry from her basket and she gasps in faux outrage.

“Are you really stealing my raspberries, Potter?”

He adores his name on her tongue. “My apologies,” he says, pulling a silver Sickle out of his pocket and sliding it over to where she sits. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “For your troubles. Go on then, make a wish.”

“Oh!” Her eyes light up and she takes hold of the coin, lifting it to her heart as she closes her eyes in search of a wish.

He thinks he could look at her forever. Happy, sunkissed, an unconscious smile playing across her lips. With her eyes shut, he uses a minute to take a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart and compose his dopey grin. They’re sitting close together, knees almost touching with the basket of berries between them. As she tosses the Sickle behind her shoulder, he smells the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo.

She noticeably tries to hide her smile when her eyelids flutter back open.

“What did you wish for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.

She freezes with her eyes locked on his. A pink blush spreads across her cheeks, growing darker the longer he stares back at her. “I can’t tell you,” she says, words sounding choked, “or else it won't come true.”

Her flushed face awakens something in his chest, a confidence that blooms magnificently, turns his nervous, pattering heartbeat into a steady, powerful drum.

His voice drops to a hoarse whisper when he asks, “Can I guess?”

Her breath hitches. “I think you might already know, James.” Her words, the sound of his name, melts him down to a puddle. By some miracle, she continues speaking. “Look, I know I’ve kissed you before-”

“But I didn’t do it right,” he says frantically, his hands finding her face and brushing through her hair. He starts to understand why people advise against looking directly at the sun because being this close to her fills him with such astounding emotion he thinks he might explode. She stares up at him, blush deepening, lips parting, and he takes a ragged breath. “Can I try again?”

This time, when she smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He leans in slowly, letting their breath mix together, their noses bump lightly before he closes the space between their lips. She’s soft and warm and beautiful and radiant and he’s never felt a happiness quite like this one, never experienced a kiss this perfect. His fingers travel over her scorching skin and brush her neck as he deepens the kiss, tasting the raspberries on her tongue, his heart soaring as she responds blissfully until they’re both left breathless.

“And again?” she asks, pulling him back with a smile against his lips.

“And again,” he smiles back, marveling, once again, at the kindness of fate.

[durmstrange]

To You - Remus Lupin

Hello and welcome to another Remus fic!  This is a Remus x Hufflepuff!Reader.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,998

There had been slight suspicions in the back of your mind for well over a year now that Remus was keeping a secret from you, one you were dying to know.  You would never pressure him to tell you, regardless of how bad you wanted to know, but you couldn’t help but to want to ask him outright what his deal was and why he thought he could hide it from you of all people.

Remus had become a quick friend of yours early on in your schooling.  You shared an interest in what was right, in education, and more specifically, in charms lessons.  Over the first few years, he introduced you to his friends in Gryffindor, and you introduced your own, who continually questioned how someone as shy as you were able to get in with the infamously popular group.  Regardless, Remus had become your closest friend and grown with you by his side.  In time, you shamefully began developing feelings for your closest friend, and as you struggled to show it, or hint at it, even, it became more and more difficult to ignore it when he was avoiding you.

One particular Saturday during your fifth year, you packed up your belongings in your common room, hoping to catch Remus before you had to run out for your Astronomy lessons.  You ran up the stairs towards the Great Hall, your too-long black and yellow cloak constantly catching around your ankles as you rushed along.  The moment you made it into the Great Hall, your heart sunk when you spotted James, Peter, and Sirius sitting together without Remus.  With the ghost of a frown on your lips, you turned from the Great Hall and began walking slowly towards the Astronomy Tower with your head down.

For the last week or so, Remus had been avoiding you at all costs, to the point of even leaving the room when you enter.  Since the start of term in September, after coming back from summer holiday, Remus felt distant to you, something foreign to you and you hated it more than anything.  

“(Y/N)!”  You heard a voice call as you made it up the first few flights of stairs.  You turned, a solemn look on your face as Sirius raced up the stairs.  “I assume you were looking for Moony, yeah?”  He asked as he caught up, putting his hands into his pockets with a smirk on his lips.  The nickname loomed in your mind, one you never used for Remus, but his friends did.

Your cheeks reddened and you ducked your head slightly.  “Yeah, I was.  I haven’t caught up to him in a couple days, so I was hoping to see him,” you explained airily to the haughty boy who became an odd friend of yours.

Sirius hummed as he leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking effortlessly cool.  “Well, I happen to know where he is, if you’d like to know?” 

For a moment, you considered asking him.  However, doubt filled your mind and your eyes stung as tears developed in your eyes.  “No, that’s fine.  If he wants to avoid me, I’ll let him.  I’ll stop trying to track him down, seeing at there is nothing I can do,” you answered quietly as you looked away from Sirius and began up the stairs once more, leaving him in his spot.

Sirius frowned at you as you walked away, watching your head hand and your shoulders sag forward in disappointment.  He crossed his own arms over his chest as he made his way back down the stairs, towards the Hospital Wing. 

Sirius flung the door open, making Madam Pomfrey look up from her desk in the back of the room, an annoyed look on her face.  “Hello, Poppy, darling,” Sirius announced once he saw the room was empty.  

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at the student.  “For the last time, Mr. Black, you will refer to me as ‘Madam Pomfrey’.”

With an absentminded hum, Sirius made his way towards the room adjacent to her desk.  “Is he in there?” 

“Yes, he is.  He should be resting, Mr. Black,” Madam Pomfrey scolded, but made no effort to stop Sirius as he opened the door and strolled right into the small room with a cot against the wall.  

Remus’ eyes fluttered open at the light coming into the roof, and squinted as Sirius used his wand to light a lamp in the center of the room.  “Rise and shine, Moony,” Sirius announced as he opened the curtains around the room, allowing the setting sun to come in. 

Remus sat up on one elbow, his hair disheveled and a tired look on his face.  There was a fresh cut down the side of his face, near his hairline.  “Sirius, what do you want?”  He questioned in a biting tone. 

Sirius pulled up the only chair in the room next to the cot and crossed one leg over the other.  “Well, you see, you are about to make irrevocable damage to your relationship with (Y/N), and knowing how much you absolutely fancy her, I simply cannot let that happen.  Man up, now, tell her your dirty little secret, and kiss her already,” Sirius explained as he twirled his wand around his fingers, a bored look on his face. 

Remus fell back on the cot and groaned as he took the pillow, using it to cover his face.  “You know I can’t,” Remus muttered into the pillow before moving it behind his head once more.  “(Y/N) will never want to speak to me again, and that is if she doesn’t tell the entire school of my condition.”  Remus stared up at the high ceiling with an annoyed look on his face. 

With another hum, Sirius took the pillow from beneath Remus’ head and tossed it across the room as Remus’ head fell back, making him grunt.  “Would it change your mind to know that she was in tears when talking to me earlier because of the fact you’re avoiding her?” 

“No.”

Sirius scoffed.  “Selfish git,” he muttered and put both feet on the floor once more and leaned over Remus.  “For the record, I think you’re hurting her more by avoiding her than it will to just tell her the truth.  I think nothing could change your opinion of you.”  Sirius stood, walking towards the door once more. 

Remus watched his friend, a stubborn look on his face and narrowed eyes.  As Sirius was stepping through the door, Remus spoke again.  “Was she really crying?”  Remus asked sadly, sitting up and wincing as he covered his side with his hand. 

“She’s gutted,” Sirius confirmed over his shoulder.  “Shows what kind of friend you are, treating her like this.  Perhaps I’ll ask her on a date then, to get her spirits up and all,” Sirius pondered as he faced away from Remus, a smirk on his lips. 

“You wouldn’t,” Remus muttered and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing his full height and revealing the bruising down his side.  “Where is she?”  Remus asked as he carefully pulled a long sleeved shirt over his head. 

Sirius smirked, leaning on the door pane.  “Was heading up to Astronomy lessons only a moment ago.  I suppose she will be done in an hour or two.  Better hope you get to her before I do,” he said haughtily before kicking off the door and through the Hospital Wing.  “Au revoir, Poppy,” Sirius called as Remus listened to the heavy doors close. 

~.~

Exactly two hours later, Remus leaned against the corridor wall across from the ladder that lead to the Astronomy Tower.  His side still ached, but Madam Pomfrey was able to heal the scarring down his face quite well, to the point where it was only a thin, white line.  His eyes remained low as he waited patiently for you to descend from class.

After a few moments, Remus heard the latch of the trap door open and quickly, one by one, students climbed down the ladder quickly, waiting in the bottom for their friends. He watched as you climbed down carefully, your eyes remaining on your feet until you got to the bottom.  You turned without even spotting Remus and began your walk back to the basements, to your common room.

“(Y/N),” he called then, causing you to turn in surprise.  Upon seeing Remus, your faint smile faltered and you looked down to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him.  He stepped forward, his hands in his pockets as he muffled the flinch he felt coming from the pain in his side.  “Can we talk?”  His question came out more awkward than he intended and he ducked his head as well. 

You shifted gently, checking you watch.  “I’ve got to be getting back before curfew,” you answered gently, but Remus could see right through you.

With a gentle roll of his eyes, he held his hand out to you.  “You know I’m a prefect,” he reminded you with a laugh and smiled faintly.  “Come on, just a moment.” 

Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you away from the rest of the students, towards the Gryffindor Tower.  “I shouldn’t have been avoiding you,” Remus finally admitted as he slowed to a stop in an empty corridor and leaned against one of the stone columns against the wall. 

As you stood in front of him, holding your book in one arm and running your fingers along the pages, you shrugged.  “That’s your choice,” you murmured sadly in response and glanced down. 

Remus pressed his lips together.  “(Y/N), please know that I was only doing so to protect you,” Remus explained in an exasperated voice.  “I don’t want to lose you.” 

Frustration built in your mind and you shook your head at Remus.  “I don’t understand that you could possibly think you are protecting me from, when you’re only hurting me more by avoiding me.  How could you be so daft to think some silly secret of yours would push me away from you?  Have you not noticed how much you mean to me?” you snapped at him as you crossed your arms over your book.

For a moment, both you and Remus remained quite as you fumed at him and his face remained blank.  Remus finally sighed heavily and looked away, glancing up and down the corridor they were in.  “(Y/N), I was bitten by a lycanthrope when I was a child,” he finally admitted quietly and in a sad voice as he searched your face for any sort of reaction. 

“So, you’re a werewolf?  That’s what you’ve been hiding from me?”  Remus nodded then, waiting your face an awaiting your reaction.  “And you thought that was enough for me to hate you?  Bloody hell, Remus, the reason I hate you at the moment is for thinking so little of me!”  Remus’ face fell for a moment, taking in her words, before a small smile formed on his face.  He opened his mouth to speak, but you held your hand up, stopping him.  “Perhaps you’ve yet to notice how much I fancy you, Remus.  Literally anything you can tell me is so little compared to how much I fancy you.” 

Remus held a smile on his lips that was blissful and kind and he ducked his head gently, shaking it a bit.  “You’re unbelievable, you know?”  He reached his hand to you, hoping you’d take it.

A slight pout remained on your face as you hesitated a moment, but put your hand in his and allowed Remus to pull you forward, into his arms.  Remus held you in silence, pressing his lips to the top of your head every so often.  “I promise I’ll never be so foolish again,” Remus murmured into your hair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. 

You hummed, leaning up to look at him.  “We’ll see about that, Remus.”

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Six

James Potter x OC

Words: 4,8k

Prologue   Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four 

Chapter Five

"What?"

"I'm asking you out," James stated matter-of-factly whilst I sat next to him, having a mental breakdown.

"Um, I'm not Lily, you know that, right?" I asked slowly, pondering on the possibility of Poppy overlooking a concussion that caused him to blabber nonsense. His eyes did continuously flicker over my shoulder like a madman.

"I know that," he rolled his eyes.

"Then why?"

He shrugged. "I wanna hang out with you."

I raised an eyebrow, "That's not a reason."

"Do I need a reason other than wanting to spend time with you?"

"We've been hanging out for the past months, why the sudden need to date now?"

James huffed impatiently, "Are you telling me that you don't think something is going on between us?" My eyes widened in surprise, a sense of déjà-vu hitting me when I remembered Sirius saying the same thing not long ago.

"No?" I squeaked, still in shock before I narrowed my eyes at him, "Definitely not. You are in love with Lily, remember?"

"No, I'm not," he said with a blank face, "Not anymore."

"Oh yeah? All of a sudden?"

"Yes, all of a sudden."

"I don't believe you," I shook my head, causing him to stare at me in disbelief, "You've been pining after her for years and now you want to tell me you are over her, just like that? And after her you want to go out with someone like me?" I shook my head again, "Unbelievable."

James' eyes softened, "It did not happen just like that. I've just come to realise that my affections were shallow...I don't really know her and the way she treats me is not the most lovable as you might have noticed."

I winced, her past yelling echoing in my memory, "Yeah...I have. But still, this feels like I'm gonna be a rebound and I don't really want to be the filler for anyone."

"You are not a rebound! Merlin, Cec!" James huffed, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What? You can't blame me for being suspicious," I defended myself, "Why would you even wanna date me? Just because I'm nice to you in comparison to her?"

"Yes!" he almost exclaimed, throwing his arms up, "That's it. You are nice, incredibly so. And yet...you are still sarcastic and witty. And you make the worst jokes ever."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't know how to persuade shit but give advices that are surprisingly convincing. You have the aim of a hippogriff when it comes to spells in DADA but you still manage to throw a Quaffle through the hoops from a bloody mile away."

"Cec!" he grabbed my shoulders, completely turning me towards him, "You are full of contradictions and make no sense at all. And maybe that's exactly why I want to date you."

I wondered when he had noticed all these things about me when I said, "I don't know whether I should feel flattered that you know this much about me..." James beamed. "Or creeped out." His grin deflated into a pout, "The first please. I'm usually not observant."

"Please, you are a Seeker and Quidditch Captain. You are nothing but observant," I retaliated.

"Touché," he responded with a shrug, "So, what do you say?"

"Say to what?"

"Say to going out with me, Cec!" he exclaimed impatiently.

"Oh, that..." I sighed, trying to ignore the way my racing heart shouted at me to say 'yes' already. After all, he would be the first to date me and possibly become my first boyfriend, too. Which was basically everything I had been missing to complete the whole adolescent experience. Besides, I really had no reason to not agree on a date; he was good-looking, kind if he wanted to be, charming even teachers like McGonagall (her twinkling eyes ain't gonna lie) aaaand he was good-looking. I could say 'yes' just because of this and to finally receive my first kiss but a churning in my stomach - my gut instinct - told me it was a bad idea.

"Cecily," James called me out of my thoughts and I shook my head slightly, "Talk to me. What's holding you back?"

"I'm not really sure myself," I said slowly, "Let me think about it, alright?" James nodded, "I'll be patient."

The next morning...

"ARE YOU GONNA SAY YES OR NO?" James yelled from across the hallway and I cringed at the number of heads that turned at the commotion, halting in their way towards the Great Hall for breakfast. I waved at Alice and Marlene to go ahead as I turned to face the messy-haired boy jogging up to me.

"So much for being patient, eh?" I commented, my cheeks still red from the attention around us.

James huffed, "How much can someone think about something this easy?"

"It's not easy," I protested lightly though 80 percent of me was already convinced to say 'yes', "It's a huge thing for me."

"It's not a huge thing," James rolled his eyes and I almost pouted at the sting in my chest, "Not?"

"No, it's just one date. No big deal, eh?" he stated.

"Well, I've never been to one," I pointed out quite shyly, embarrassment colouring my cheeks. Better tell him I was a freak at the beginning when he had the chance to still run away.

James shrugged, "Me neither." My eyes bulged, causing him to blink. "What?"

"You? Never on a date? You?" I spluttered in shock.

The dark-haired boy raised an eyebrow, "You've been here the past few years, right? Has Evans ever said yes to me?"

"No, but...," I trailed off. I had thought he would have at least tried dating besides wanting Lily. "Why have you never tried dating anyone else before?"

"Why would I if I'm not interested in them?" he asked back though cringing right after his words. I looked at him weirdly, "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," he replied hastily, regaining his composure, "So what do you say?"

"You haven't really given me a lot of time," I pointed out and he moaned in despair, "Why does no one want to go out with me?"

"It's not that," I relented, giving him a pitiful look, "It's just I think no one can overlook the fact that you've been in love with someone for almost your entire school career. For it to just disappear is strange."

James breathed in deeply, straightening up, "Believe me when I say I've...wasted enough of time thinking about it. And yes, it was hard giving up on her but on the other hand it's not because she is never been mine to begin with."

I looked at him almost sadly. "And don't give me that pitying look," he accused, pointing at my face, "I'm really done with her. And I want to start fresh. So...will you go out with me?" he asked with a sigh as if already expecting me to say no.

Regarding him quietly, I decided to not reply to it directly, "Come on, let's go eat breakfast." James blinked. "You can't expect me to answer on an empty stomach now, can you?"

"You need food to make a decision?" he asked with a judging look as he fell into step beside me and I shrugged, "I love food. Now you know what to do if we go on a date." I could practically see the reels turning in his head and pinpoint the exact moment he realised what I had said as his face started to split into a wide grin.

"This is how it feels when someone says yes?" he wondered, his chocolate brown eyes shining like a kid.

"I said if, Potter," I replied but he seemed to be in another world already, muttering to himself on how he could finally ask Padfoot for some dating advice, "I said if-"

"If means yes," he beamed, skipping away with a fist pump whilst I shook my head in confusion. "No, it doesn't?"

"Yes, it does!" he yelled over his back, already far ahead as I stood rooted in my spot.

Was I going on a date with Potter now?

Apparently, I was. Or at least, the whole school seemed to think so. After History of Magic the whispers about James' dating a mystery girl roamed the halls and everyone tried to figure out who Cecily Grant was.

I rolled my eyes, I really seemed to have been a nobody in this school despite playing Quidditch and being friends with the popular girls of my year. That changed now after someone started spilling what had just - not actually - been decided earlier this morning.

"Is it true?" Marlene asked in Potions as I sat down next to Alice, Lily on her other side.

"Is what true?" She rolled her eyes, "You know exactly what I'm asking. Is it true that James asked you out?"

"Well...yeah," I replied, feeling weird at the unknown feeling of having a positive answer on a question like this.

"Wow...," Alice breathed, "He really is over you, Lils. Who would have thought?" The red head stayed surprisingly quiet.

"Isn't it exciting though?" Marlene squealed, "Our little Cec is finally growing up. Going out on dates!"

"Oi, I'm not little," I grumbled though I couldn't help but grin back at her wide beam.

"We have so much to do!" Marlene whispered urgently whilst Slughorn recited his instructions for the potion of this lesson; Draught of Living Death. It was a complicated procedure, which should give us enough reason to listen attentively, however, we didn't. "You definitely need to get a whole makeover. And get your hair cut," she started making a list of things and I raised my eyebrows higher and higher the longer it got.

"You want to make a whole different person of me?" I asked after even Alice, who was all for 'be yourself' added a few things.

"Of course not," Marlene rolled her eyes, "But you don't wanna scare away your first date with your armpit hair, do you?"

I went red; So what if I was too lazy to regularly shave it? "When is he going to see my armpits anyways?"

Marlene gave me look before grinning slyly, "You wanna be prepared for everything." As if on cue, we all turned to look at the boy that started all this, cackling at something Sirius was whispering to him. Upon feeling our gazes, he turned to shoot me a sweet smile. My blush deepened as Marlene and Alice started giggling.

"You know I'm pretty glad he is going out with you," Lily randomly blurted as she unsuccessfully tried to cut her Sopophorus bean to get the juice out. I watched the frustration grow in her face, though I didn't know if it stirred from the bean not being cracked or something else.

"Figures. You must be so happy he is leaving you alone now," Alice stated lightly, turning to her own cauldron.

"Yeah...really happy."

Class ended with no one really succeeding with the potion besides Severus Snape, by far the best in our year. I spent the rest of the day avoiding eye contact with any curious being - and there were surprisingly a lot of them; Alright, I knew if it hadn't been me I would be extremely eager to figure out who managed to sway James away from Lily myself, too. But did people not know how to exercise discretion for Merlin's sake?

"This is getting ridiculous," I muttered as a bunch of Fifth Year girls stared at me unabashedly.

"What is?" Marlene asked disinterestedly, already used to this kind of attention.

"People staring," I whispered as we walked past the girls whispering something about 'Potter' and 'Evans'.

"Oh, you will get used to it," the dark-haired girl waved off, "You better, anyways. You are popular now."

I scrunched my face, "Because I'm apparently dating a popular boy?"

"Not just any popular boy. One of the Marauders," Marlene said as if it was the biggest thing ever. I briefly wondered if that would change her attitude towards me when she continued with a mischievous smirk that strangely reminded me of Sirius, "And not any Marauder but the one who has sworn his life to another, one of your friends nonetheless." She straightened up, flipping her hair back, "If that isn't juicy gossip, I don't know what is."

"So much for becoming popular because I'm a good Quidditch player," I grumbled to myself. Don't get me wrong, I kind of loved the attention even if I wasn't used to it and I had been dreaming of being acknowledged by others all the time after staying in the shadows of my friends for so long. For some reason it bugged me though that the only way for that to happen was because of me dating a boy.

"Hey, you don't know that, maybe they recognise you for your Quidditch skills now," Alice tried to cheer me up when she saw my pout, "You know, since Angie's last games are coming up, people are naturally going to wonder who will take her place."

"And it's gonna be James' future girlfriend!" Marlene announced loudly, causing me to slap her shoulder quite hard, "Ouch! Cec!"

"Shut up, will you?" I whispered embarrassed, ducking into the library, "I'll see you at dinner."

"Sure, try and hide but the limelight will find you everywhere!" Marlene called after me dramatically.

Who would have thought that the library would be my sanctuary when I used to avoid this place like the plague? Well, people do change...

"Cecily?" I jerked out of my lying position, the book 'Quidditch Through the Ages' that had been draped over my face falling down with a thud. "Wha? I'm awake."

"What the hell are you doing?" Sirius asked amused as he placed his books on the small table in front of the couch I was settled in.

"Eh, studying?" I replied, dusting myself of with an embarrassed laugh, "What else would I be doing in a library?" Sirius raised an eyebrow and I deflated. "Alright, I was hiding."

"Hiding? Of what?" He sat down on the armchair across the couch, occasionally glancing over me. We were in a pretty secluded place where you could still overlook the rest of the library, which I chose wisely to avoid Madam Pince throwing me out for using one of her books as a sleep mask.

"Of gossiping beings," I whispered in a conspirative manner.

Sirius' expression cleared. "Ahh, the rumours about you and Prongs dating has spread then," he concluded, smirking to himself, "Splendid."

"Not splendid. It's annoying," I huffed, and he looked at me in surprise. "What, you don't like the attention?"

"Not this kind of attention," I said pointedly. The boy stared at me, still confused. "I don't wanna be known because I'm dating James Potter. Why does no one recognise me for my Quidditch skills or something?" I groaned, dropping back against the couch.

"I see," Sirius said quietly and if I had looked, I might have seen a flash of guilt in his eyes, "Sorry about that. It could have been me, who spread the news."

I lifted my head, ignoring the fact that I was proudly flashing my double chin as I started at him incredulously, "What? Why the hell would you do that?"

"Well, I was proud of Prongs that he finally asked someone out, who would say yes for once," he defended himself but I noted his voice catching slightly. "And he is going on a date after six bloody years. About time, honestly," he muttered to himself.

"Good for you, Black. But it's not helping my case," I grumbled, rubbing my forehead. Sirius kept quiet before he leaned forward with a smirk, "Come on, people always talk but the gossip will die down at some point. Might as well bask in the attention while it lasts."

I shot him look, "Why are you here again?"

Sirius barked a laugh before he shushed himself quickly. I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion and he coughed slightly before pointing at the stack of books between us, "Research."

Craning my head around I read the title of the book on top, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"

"Exactly," Sirius said too quickly and too stiffly, "Got a problem with that?"

I giggled, "What are you researching for?"

"Ways to overcome boredom," he quipped.

"And you chose the library for that, of all places," I wondered.

"Yes..."

"..."

"Alright, Grant," Sirius huffed exasperatedly, "If you must know everything that is going on in my life...I'm here because of Reg."

Gasping dramatically, I chuckled when he shot me a look, "Was that so hard to tell me now? Why lie about it?"

"Because I don't want you to avenge me by spreading rumours that I'm stalking my brother."

"...I would have honestly never considered that," I said, and he sighed in relief, "Until now." I grinned wide like a Cheshire cat.

"Grant..," Sirius started with a warning tone, causing me to laugh and wave him off, "I'm just joking. I'm not like you to spill private information out to the world."

"It wouldn't have stayed private for long anyways!"

"Whatever, where is he then? I have never really seen him before," I mused, sitting up when Sirius stopped me, "Don't. At least be discreet if you have to be snoopy."

I grimaced at him, straightening up casually, "...Gotcha."

"Good." He nodded at something behind me.

Whipping my head around I eagerly scanned the library with wide eyes, ignoring the groan emitting from behind me. "Target spotted," I muttered to myself like I would whenever I spotted the Quaffle as my gaze landed on the slightly scrawnier version of Sirius.

"This is your way of being discreet? Are you serious?" the grey-eyed boy asked as I settled back down.

"No, you are." I chuckled as he gave me a blank stare, mentally high fiving myself for finally using that pun on him. "He's cute," I commented, looking over my shoulder at the boy quietly reading a book and scribbling something down on his parchment, "Looks a lot like you. But less...sharp."

"Sharp?" Sirius questioned, picking a book from his stack and pretending to flip through it as he glanced at his brother. His attempt was futile for the cover was upside down. I grinned, deciding not to tell him.

"Yeah, his features are softer," I mused, "He looks more approachable than you."

"Please," the older one scoffed, "He's a Slytherin. They are never approachable."

"Well..." That was probably the only reason why his brother wasn't as popular as him then. Many thought Slytherins weren't approachable and that in turn made them pretend they weren't actually approachable for real. Mind you, I remembered meeting many decent Slytherins in the first few years until they fell under the group pressure. "At least, among his peers then."

Sirius looked over the boy, who was oblivious to all the talk about him, and started smirking, "For sure. He is my brother after all." I rolled my eyes in amusement but didn't fail to notice the fond tone in his voice whilst he stared at his brother. Something akin to longing flashed in his grey eyes.

I opened my mouth to ask him whether he had tried talking to him but decided that it was not my business. "Well, I'm off then," I said, yawning as I stretched my limbs and went to get up.

"Wait!" Sirius snapped forward hastily to hold me back. "Can't you stay? Just for a bit...let's look like we are studying," he requested, shooting me a pleading look. I relented almost immediately, not because of his admittedly cute expression but due to the fact that his brotherly fondness made my heart melt.

"If you want to make it believable that we are studying you will have to get another book...and actually not read it upside down," I pointed out with a grin. Sirius spluttered, sheepishly turning the book over and we sat back in a companiable silence.

"So, are you going on a date with Prongs now or not?" he broke the few hours of peaceful quietness around us and I groaned internally.

"It was so nice right now, Sirius," I complained, and he grinned.

"It's still nice, you just have to give me the right answer."

"Which would be?"

"Yes, I am going out with Prongs, Sirius."

I sighed, "I sometimes think I don't really have a choice."

"You're right about that."

"Sirius!"

The dark-haired boy chuckled to himself before scrutinising me. I squirmed slightly under his gaze, wondering what he was thinking about. "What is it?"

"I believe...you would actually do him good," he said slowly, and I raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Sirius said with the shut of his book and stood up, stretching himself. I turned to see Regulus was already long gone. "At least you seem to accept him the way he is."

I stared at him in surprise.

"Come on, let's get dinner."

"Padfoot! Cec!" James shouted from behind us and I cringed as once again a few heads turned to look at the commotion.

"You will get used to it," Sirius whispered with a grin as his best friend jogged towards us, "What's up, Prongsie?"

"Where have you been all afternoon?" James questioned, glancing between the two of us.

"Eh, snogging some girl," Sirius replied with a shrug and I gave him a weird look. James' eyes widened. "Not her, Prongise," he continued with a pat on his shoulder, "Don't worry, she's all yours."

"Excuse me? I'm right here," I complained when James grinned, throwing an arm around my shoulder and causing me to almost flinch in surprise at the sudden touch.

"If that's the case, you don't mind giving us some privacy, do you, Pads?"

"Of course not. Have fun, Prongsie. Cec." With that 'Pads' left, whistling a cheerful tune.

"Where are we going?" I asked as James led me away from the Great Hall, "I'm hungry."

"That's why, dear Cecily, we're heading to a very special place."

"Which is where?"

"The kitchens."

My eyes widened as I took in his words. "You...know...where...the...kitchens...are...?" I asked almost breathlessly.

James grinned widely. "I knew you would be interested." He leaned down towards my ear, "Yes, the kitchens. Food accessible around the clock, whenever you want to eat. Midnight snacks, second breakfasts, afternoon lunch..."

"That sounds too good to be real," I sighed dreamily, blissfully unaware of him chuckling at my expression, still leant in.

We went down several stairs until we reached near the dungeons where I presumed the Slytherins had their quarters along with the Hufflepuffs nearby.

"Where is it then?" I asked eagerly.

"Right...here," he announced cheerfully, pointing at the painting of a fruit bowl.

I deadpanned, "Food in a picture is not actual food, James."

"I know that," James rolled his eyes though his blush told me he hadn't always known. Grinning at the imagination of him trying to grasp food from a picture, I watched him tickle the pear in the bowl. To my bemusement it giggled before transforming into a green door handle.

"My lady," James announced as he pulled the painting aside, "Take a faithful step closer towards heaven on earth."

Following his orders, my jaw slackened at the sight; a high-ceilinged room, big as the Great Hall - if possibly bigger - and filled to the brim with pans and pots...and elves.

"Elves work at Hogwarts?" I asked in surprise. I had always wondered, who was responsible for the amazing food that was presented to us daily out of nowhere. A few tiny heads turned at our entrance and some shuffled over with big eyes.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter is back!" they greeted the boy next to me, shooting me curious looks, "What can we do for Mr. Potter and his friend?"

"Cecily," I introduced myself lamely with a wave.

"What can we do for Mr. Potter and Ms. Cecily?"

James chuckled. "Just get us whatever you think is your most delicious dish this evening, please," he requested kindly. The elves nodded eagerly, shuffling away towards the crowd of elves bustling around busily. "Come on," he gestured towards a set of tables with chairs on either side. As soon as we sat, the table started getting filled by various foods and my mouth watered at the sight.

"Dig in!" James urged cheerfully, filling his plate.

"This. Is. Heaven," I said through a mouthful of chicken, sighing blissfully through my nose, " And this is all just for us! How did you find this place?"

"Well, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail and I were setting up some pranks for the Slytherins-"

"As usual."

"-when we saw a few older Hufflepuffs sneak out of their dorms. I believe, one of them was the Head Boy. Naturally, we followed them-"

"You mean, you stalked them," I pointed out and he shot me a peeved look.

"We followed them," he continued with extra emphasis on the word and I snorted into my cup of pumpkin juice, "And watched them enter through the pear."

"That's it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and he nodded with a shrug, "That sounds almost boring."

"Excuse me?" he spluttered. "What do you mean boring?"

"Well, when I think about all the crazy prank stories you've done that people talk about, I figured the way you found this place would have been some kind of adventure."

"How else would we actually find a place like this?" James asked with a raised eyebrow, "It's not like you can stumble and tickle a pear in a painting by accident now, can you?"

"If anyone can do this, then it's you," I said, pointing at him with my cup and he grinned as if that was a compliment. It probably was.

"Enough about me," he waved off, gulping down his bite, "I wanna know about you, Cec."

"Oh yeah?" He nodded and I swallowed down the chicken, wincing at my suddenly dry throat, "What do you want to know then?"

"Something no one else knows about you," he requested easily, and my eyes widened at his confidence.

"Ehm, there is not really anything interesting that no one knows about me."

"Please, everyone has a story," James stated, leaning forward, "What is yours?"

"I'm not old enough to have a story, yet."

"You want and at the same time don't want to become a Healer," James pointed out, "That has a story."

"You know about that already. I've told you about my parents," I said back, and he nodded.

"Yes, and now I wanna know another story."

"…That's my only story."

James narrowed his eyes, "You are really stubborn, aren't you?"

"So are you," I replied with a grin before sighing at his steady stare, "Honestly, I don't know what you want to hear. My life is not as exciting as yours."

"...Tell me why you like the Montrose Magpies?" he asked after a while, and I laughed.

"Alright, but only if you tell me why you like the Chudley Cannons."

"Deal."

And thus, we started talking about our likes and dislikes, our favourites in every thinkable department and other light topics. It wasn't until the elves started crowding around us, asking if we needed anything else that I realised we had stayed here long past dinner.

"It's probably almost midnight," I mused, yawning behind the back of my hand.

"We should head back," James agreed, standing up and thanking the elves around us for the food.

Quietly, we padded across the halls towards the Gryffindor Tower, having talked enough for tonight to have a peaceful lull in our conversation. Giving up the password to the Fat Lady, James gestured for me to get inside and I sighed at the warmth of the fireplace that was still lit in the Common Room.

"So...I would say that was a nice first date..." I almost choked on the intake of my sigh, my peaceful inner mind waking up with a whirlwind of thoughts. 'What the-'

"Right?" James pushed, turning to look at my surprised expression as I coughed.

"Eh..what- that was- was it?" I stumbled over my jumbled words and he grinned.

"Was it not?"

"We never said-"

"Doesn't matter, I consider it as our first date," James announced, raising a hand to lightly graze my red cheeks. My red cheeks from coughing. Yeah. "Besides, you would have just disagreed if I had said it was a date."

"You tricked me!" I spluttered indignantly, "You tricked me with my biggest weakness."

"You gave that weakness away yourself," James stated with a grin as he walked backwards towards the boy's dormitories, "Anyways, I wouldn't mind a second date, Cec. Just saying."

And with that he and his frustratingly cute and mischievous grin vanished from my sight.

Chapter Seven

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can I request a Viv Tang fic or hc?

It's angst, where The Poppy leaves MC to take the blame on one of their heists, promising that they would break her out, but never did. Yet despite that she never sold them out.

Then Nadia was the one who broke her out, manipulating her and plotting lies in her head to make her join Flashpoint.

The Poppy did do their everything to break MC out but everytime Nadia intercepts them. So when they finally tracked down where MC and Nadia is, on the location of their latest operation, they tried to reason to her. But MC's loyalty was too deep for Nadia maybe because Nadia also made MC think that she loves her or something.

And maybe the last words could be:

"Next time I won't hesitate to tell them to pull the trigger, maybe I'll be the one to pull the trigger myself."

Make it as angsty as possible please and thank you in advance!

Warning: Mentions of murder.

...

Prison life was hell. Try as she might, MC couldn’t endure it as well as she thought she could. There was an enemy in every shadow, in every corner. There was no one to lean against, no support.

The days dragged on and on, virtually endless, no help in sight.

MC remembered the warmth of the Poppy, their joyous celebrations, the life in their eyes as they planned a heist that would ultimately unveil in failure. No one had known then that it would go wrong, and MC couldn’t help but wonder if they would have cared. If they would have changed anything in the plan.

There wasn’t a moment in this damn place where people didn’t shove it in her face—no doubt it was on purpose, why the heck would they want to drag a failure like you around? —and scoffed at her when they saw her, not believing for a second that this scared little kid could belong to such a famous group.

Two weeks in, MC had abandoned any hope that she would be rescued. She was stuck for fifteen years in this place. Investigators would come in periodically, their eyes stone cold as they probed her for answers, but MC kept her mouth shut and looked away. They would get physical sometimes, intent on getting answers, but MC say nothing.

The memory of a place she truly belonged in was still fresh in her mind. She had always been an emotional person… it was no surprise she had no desire to sell them out. At least not yet. Give her a couple of months, and maybe she’d be bitter enough to do it.

Three weeks in, a blast had knocked the whole prison into chaos. The sheer relief that flooded her was only slightly evaporated by the spark of anger and indignation in her chest, but she still hurried out, thirsty for freedom.

She expected to see Vivienne’s impish smirk, hand extended in her direction, no remorse in her eyes, but was surprised by golden hair and a tight, crisp suit that had once been white, now marred by dirt and smoke and blood.

“Oh good, I was wondering how much target practice I would have before you showed up,” the woman said, her grin as sharp as a knife’s edge even though she was standing so casually, as if they weren’t standing at the edge of a broken prison wall but in a café.

MC froze, caught off guard. Someone—another inmate—ran behind her, intent on reaching freedom, and the woman whipped a gun in his direction so fast he didn’t even have time to react. His body joined the pile of bodies by the side, momentum making it flop like a sad, broken doll. The woman hums to herself as she reloads the gun.

“Hurry up, MC, I don’t have all day.”

“Wha—? But you just shot—”

She shrugs, nonchalant. “Yeah, well, since they are no use to me… I might as well practice my aim, no?”

“…I—”

“Hurry up and come here, MC,” the woman says, impatience making her voice firmer and deadlier. Her arm snaps up, the sound of a gunshot making the air vibrate, and MC covers her ears and flinches. Someone lets out a pained gurgle and the thump right behind her makes MC shiver. A swift glance reveals it’s a guard. “The cavalry has arrived—next shot is at your feet if you don’t move. Right. Now.”

MC has never run so fast in her entire life. The woman’s grin returns, pleased, and after one last shot, she guides MC out into a waiting helicopter. They are out of the prison without much trouble. Still a bit anxious, MC takes one of the seats, stiffly. In contrast, the woman lets herself drop in the seat in front of her and all but beams at her.

“Sorry about that—I like to make things dramatic. Name’s Nadia.”

“That was… a tad more dramatic than I would have liked…”

“You’ll get used to it in no time,” she replies, waving her hand as if it’s no big deal. She smirks and lets the gun drop on MC’s lap, who goes very still, staring at the device in horror. “Safety’s on, chill. I’d never do anything to you, MC.”

“You literally threatened me like three seconds ago.”

“Because we were going to get caught otherwise! I wouldn’t have acted on it, promise.”

MC chances a look at her eyes—there’s a dangerous amusement dancing in them, like the light blue of a river that doesn’t seem to have a very strong current until you are swept off into a certain death. There are no second chances with this woman, no false appearances. MC doesn’t realize how reliving this raw honesty is until it washes over her, and she wonders if right now she’s at the edge of the river. One wrong move…

“Thank you for getting me out of there.”

“No big deal. I heard what happened with the Poppy—figures they aren’t as noble as they make everyone believe.”

Those words cut into MC like a frosty knife.

“I… I thought they sent you to break me out…”

Nadia scoffs. “Me, working with stuck-ups like them? Now that’s a good laugh.”

“Why did you bail me out, then?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” She leans forward. “The Poppy threw away some very valuable talent. As any proper thief would do, I claimed it for myself.”

“…threw away, huh?”

“They were quite satisfied with themselves, too. Imagine the fit they’ll have when they know you’re with Flashpoint now.”

It’s hard to believe her words. The image of a joyous Poppy is still fresh in MC’s mind, but Nadia’s words tint it a dull reddish-brown, just like a faded photograph. She thinks about Vivienne’s words, about her promise to break her out, and frowns.

“You speak as though I’ve already joined your little group.”

“There’s no other option, MC. I’m not letting a talent like you slip away… plus, don’t you want to get back at them? Show them what a horrible mistake they did?”

“…”

“Or just let them seethe silently in rage, sure. Can’t say I love your approach, but eh.”

Her fingers curl around the grip of the gun. “What happens if I don’t want to work for you?”

Nadia looks at her with keen interest, still with a lazy smirk. “Then you’d be volunteering for target practice.”

“I thought you say you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I don’t hurt my coworkers, no, but if you cross me—whoever you are—then you seal your fate.”

MC hums, looking at the firearm in her lap, moving her thumb over the safety. After a small pause, in which she glances over at the pilot, she moves her hand away.

���Fine. I’ll join.”

“Great!”

Flashpoint, true to its name, prefers more flashy heists.

MC wasn’t too comfortable with their modus operandi at first, but got used to it soon enough.

Nadia was a strict leader. Every conversation with her was intense and dangerous, especially when she was in a bad mood, but she was thorough.

She didn’t mince her words. She was as honest as could be, and after months caught in Vivienne’s game, Nadia was a breath of fresh air. MC couldn’t be really blamed for falling in love with her, right? In the end, Nadia was the only one willing to support her.

That’s why it had been such a surprise when, in the middle of their latest heist, the Poppy had intervened.

They had been as organized as always—Flashpoint was completely caught off guard, the communication lost. MC could deal with not knowing what happened to the rest, so long as she had Nadia with her.

Nadia had been strangely amused when the Poppy crashed their heist, not worried at all, gripping her knife without a care in the world. That was reassuring… at least during this forced encounter, MC would have her by her side.

And it was comforting to see that Nadia hadn’t taken out her gun yet.

Vivienne is the one who speaks, voice as demanding as firewood smoke, and MC goes deadly still when the seductress goes straight to the point instead of dancing around the subject as she usually does. “Nadia prevented us from breaking you out.”

Her words ring hollow. Now that MC has been out of her influence long enough, it’s easy to ignore her words. They are fake, anyway. They must be.

Nadia scoffs, wolfish grin still in place. “Blaming me now, huh? That’s low. I thought you would have come up with a better excuse.”

Remy instantly starts to explain the foiled attempts, and their most recent efforts to find Flashpoint now that MC was with them, but MC can’t look at him without remembering her time in prison—dark, dark, not an ally in sight, contempt in every corner—and it’s enough to make her bristle.

How dare they? How dare they spill these lies after leaving her to rot in jail? After lying to her for months, making her believe she was one of them?

The fact that they had left her to take the fall was insulting. If it had been Nadia, she would have stayed with her. They would have gone down together, guns blazing. Nadia was the type of person that gave everything or nothing at all.

Vivienne tries to speak again, a desperation in her eyes MC had never seen before, but the sight is oddly satisfying.

Nadia catches it, because of course she does, her smirk softening as she reaches for her gun and aims casually. “Better beg for your lives now.”

And Nadia’s also a very dramatic person, that’s for sure. MC almost wants to laugh at their faces, eyes trained on the gun, expression tainted with disbelief, but MC sees no point in killing them. Not like this, at least.

“What? You still don’t want to get back at them?” But even then, even with how much she’s itching to pull the trigger, Nadia lowers the weapon and scowls. “Fine.”

“Don’t come back to me with this bullshit. Next time I won’t hesitate to tell Nadia to pull the trigger. Maybe I’ll even pull the trigger myself.”

Vivienne sets her jaw and stands still, and MC gives her a small, triumphant smile before she follows Nadia out of the museum.

[jd-loves-fiction]

could you write a soulmate au drabble with agent whiskey or din? thank you <3

🌙 i made the reader female i hope that's alright 🥺 but i really enjoyed this idea :)) also this is a genuinely interesting idea to me that I'd love to expand on if y'all are ever interested on a full one shot or something ❤️

[16:10] "You really ain't gonna make this easy, are you, sweetheart?"

"You're gonna have to try a little harder, cowboy!" You shout back to the man currently shooting at you, clutching the arm one of his bullets managed to graze.

“Just give up, darling!” Agent Whiskey tries again to coax you out of your hiding spot and into his arms.

You don’t answer, instead running out of your hiding spot and hoping that he’s turned away from you. He’s not.

The moment his eyes catch your form running from one cover to another, Whiskey reaches for his lasso, remembering to keep in on the non-lethal setting, per his boss’ order to bring you in alive.

The rope catches your ankle, throwing you off your feet and into the snow covered grow. You immediately try to stand again, which makes Whiskey give out a frustrated groan before he sends you hurling towards a nearby tree, knocking you out instantly. He feels a strange, harsh tug at his heart as he watches your limp body hit the ground.

"I'm sorry, sugar, I know that's gotta hurt." Jack throws you over his shoulder more gently than he usually does to enemies. He can't find a reason for it though.

You wake up what you assume is a few hours later, aching all over and groaning at the excessive amount of lights in your face.

You attempt to move your arms, only to find that they're tied to the chair you're sitting on.

You assume you're about to be interrogated, but the room you sit in would make you think otherwise in a different context.

The room is completely white, all the walls and the ceiling, even the floor. A large reflective window stares back at you. Or at least you think it's a window, could just be a big mirror. There's also a table with a chair in front of you and maybe if you try to knock it over you could-

The door opens and in steps the man who had chased you. You can see it even without turning your head, not wanting to show him how lost you are. But you do feel the need to scoff, purely due to the situation, and not due to something in you, as your heart feels weirdly tight in the man's presence.

He walks slowly towards the vacant chair in front of you, boots clicking against what you assume is something like concrete. You keep your head lowered as he sits, legs spread while he has an arm on top of the chair, clearly meaning to establish some sort of superiority, but you won't have it. This is what you excel at.

The agent looks you over for a moment before taking off his hat and placing it on the table behind himself, exposing his curly brown hair that looks way too soft and his eyes bore into you with such intensity despite they're apparent softness-

"Are you comfortable?"

The question throws you off completely. What the hell?

You glare at the man after getting over your initial shock, figuring out that he's serious.

"Can I get you any--"

"Can you just get to the point?"

Whiskey blinks at your bluntness for a moment, before shaking his head. He looks back at you, meeting the fire in your eyes with the curiosity of his. Your fire wavers at the dept before you.

"Just tryin' to be polite, darling. I'm a gentleman, you see." The way he nods his head as he speaks let's you know he would've been tipping his hat in that moment if he hadn't taken it off.

"A gentleman, huh?" Your voice drips with mischievous intent at first, then with poison as you grow bitter while your back and head keep pounding as a reminder of how you got your ass handed to you. "Not very gentlemanly to hit a woman, is it?"

The unnamed agent leans back, seemingly to get away from the hostility you exude.

"I really am sorry, sugar. I do feel bad for it." Why though?

"But how about we start this again?" He offers amicably before you can comment on the absurdity of an agent being regretful of hitting their target. Woman or otherwise.

"You can call me Agent Whiskey. What can I call you, sweetheart?"

"Cola." The man is once again surprised, but also interested, by your answer. But he nods.

"Alright, Cola, who do you work for?" Jack doesn't expect a straight answer, it just doesn't happen. But you seem determined to surprise him.

"A woman named Poppy. That's all I know, it's all I've been told." You have to admit, that expression does look good on him. The wide eyes, raised brows, slightly parted lips.

"How is that all you know?" Jack swallows thickly as you adjust your position, leg brushing his and lighting a fire beneath his skin that he'd felt before when carrying you back to headquarters. Are you just always hot or-

That question answers itself, he thinks.

"Listen here, Agent," Your voice is silky smooth as you lower your volume, hoping to appear mellow and helpless. You know his type of guy and how they work. You also decide to pointedly ignore the stutter of your heart and the sudden heat on your cheeks at his close proximity when he moves, as expected, closer. "I don't work as one of her goons, or something. I'm a mercenary and I work for myself. So, yeah, that's all I know about my employer."

Regret settled on the pit of your stomach at your own callous tone. What are all these emotions, that feel yours but also distant, disconnected.

"Can you let me go now? I have work to do."

Agent Whiskey leans back once more, crossing his arms and sighing. This was much easier than he had pictured, given how hard you fought back when he attempted to capture you.

But he still needs to get some more answers out of you.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?"

"And why would I do that?" You sigh, rolling your eyes in exasperation.

"You wanna get out of here, right sugar?" He offers, lip curling just slightly into what looks like a cocky smile to you. Your blood still sings at the sight of it. "Plus, we can trade secrets."

Your brows furrow. What secrets could he possibly have that would interest you? Perhaps something negative about Poppy to try and get you to change sides.

"If it's about Poppy, save your breath. Whatever it is, I already know."

"Not quite." Jack comments, southern drawl dripping like honey before he moves his chair closer. You get distracted by his sweet voice before the scrapping of the metal chair breaks you out of your haze and you lean back and away from him. He seems apprehensive because of this, lowering the hand that had reached out to you.

"You ever wonder about that little symbol on your arm?"

You look down at the limb he points at, your upper arm, wrapped in a bandage which is stained red. "You mean the one you shot?"

"I already told you I'm-"

"Doesn't change shit. What are you implying?"

"It's unfinished, isn't it?"

"Why do you say that? Could just be a choice I made." You instantly turn defensive at what you interpret as a know-it-all tone. How can he be so sure he knows literally anything about you?

The irony of the fact that you feel as if you know everything about him, despite truthfully knowing nothing at all, isn't lost on you.

Jack begins shedding his dark blue suit jacket, placing it on the table behind him. He then starts rolling up his sleeve on the same arm as the one of yours he shot. You would've blushed if you weren't so interested in what he has to say.

A dark symbol is revealed on his tan skin, just as seemingly incomplete as yours. The ink shifts slightly, like moving mist, as the agent shuffles closer.

It looks almost like a still wet, watercolor painting. And you know that, on your arm, there's an identical symbol.

But you still motion for Whiskey to at least untie your one arm. He unties both, upon seeing that you had no intention of hitting him, at the moment. Your legs are still tied but that's not what you want to focus on.

You look at the dark ink on your arm, just below the bandage. It's bigger, larger than it's ever been before. And it matches his.

You slowly raise your arm, watching as he does the same. As you do, the symbols complete themselves just as slowly.

Until your palms meet his warm and rough ones and you're sure the images look whole now, but all you can look to is his deep brown eyes.

You feel the pull from before, tugging at your heartstrings and burning up your blood like dynamite, slowly waiting to explode in an outburst of affection you wish to avoid.

Slowly, carefully, as if approaching a wild animal, Jack intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing in reassurance.

Poppy will be left waiting for your return for a long while.

[mummybear]

Teach You A Lesson

This Is Day 20 Of Roleplay May

Words: 5081

Warnings: Smut, Dom Dean, Bratty Sub Reader, Teacher/Student, Blowjob (Face fucking), Spanking With Cane, Choking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Name Calling, Sir Kink, Swearing. Think That’s It.

Characters: Professor Dean, Student Reader, Reader’s Best Friend Poppy.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Detention with hot substitute teacher, Mr Winchester, sees him trying to teach you a lesson.

A/N: Sorry my beautiful followers :) this is another late addition, I’m a little behind! But they are all still coming don’t worry! It’s safe to say I couldn’t have done this one anywhere near as well without my amazing Beta, Bee @negans-lucille-tblr​ She’s been a really massive help and I loves her :P 

Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this and it was worth the wait! ;)

Last night had been freaking exhausting, you had stayed up late with your study group studying for a final exam, an exam that you were frankly wishing you could ignore forever. You sigh as you take your seat in class, luckily it was still free, even though you were late. Although you were clearly earlier than your teacher, judging by everyone chatting and the lack of someone shouting at the front of the room. Looking up at the board at the front of the class you could just about read the words that were scrawled across it.

‘Substitute teacher today, running late. Please wait.’

Sighing in annoyance at the words as if they were the reason for all of your problems. The last thing you needed was some substitute teacher who knew fuck all about the class. To top it off you’d been really needing to speak to your permanent teacher today, evidently she had other things to attend to today, so you were just gonna have to suck it up and wait.

You were nodding off slightly at your desk when your best friend elbowed you, quickly getting your attention. “Wake your fucking ass up and look at that.” Poppy hissed, nodding at the direction of the front of the class.

With a big yawn you sit up in your chair a little and stretch, your arms pausing on the way down at the sight in front of you. You had a substitute alright, but you weren’t aware that the class required a substitute for a model. Your arms immediately drop back to the table when his eyes find yours from across the classroom. He doesn’t say anything, merely smirks at you and looks away, writing his name on the board and yet your eyes are locked on him unable to look away. 

Twenty minutes into the lesson and you're on the edge of your seat, watching and listening to every word that’s formed with those perfect plump lips of his. 

“You’re staring and drooling,” Poppy laughs, pulling your attention away from the substitute for the first time since he’d walked into the room.

You can’t help but laugh when you look at her. “I’m admiring the view.” you reason with her, which apparently she finds really funny. 

“Oh you’re more than admiring.” She mocks you playfully. 

“Can you blame me! Besides, I’m hardly the only one.” Your defence seems self-evident when one of the girls half moans beside you, when he bends over to grab something. 

“I mean come on Pop, you could bounce a quarter off of that thing,” you groan shifting in your seat.

“Oh no arguments from me.” she grins, then you notice her face drop and she starts blushing hard moving away from her.

Before you can ask her what’s going on Mr Winchester is standing by your desk, making you jump when his large slaps hard against the table top.

“Glad that I’ve finally got your attention. Were you planning on paying attention at some point this afternoon?” he asks a little sarcastically, cocking his eyebrow at you.

“I don’t...I wasn’t…” clearing your throat you lick your lips, hoping to stop your stuttering voice as you look up into those green eyes. You almost moan at the way he’s looking down at you, but you manage to hold it back long enough to get your words out. 

“Yes sir. I’m sorry.” You swallow the lump in your throat when he smirks.

“Good. Well I’ll see you in detention after school and we’ll go over it again. Until you manage to grasp the concept of listening. Am I clear?” 

You hear hushed laughter around the room but all you can do is blush and nod. “Yes Sir. I’ll do better.” Your voice is so quiet you barely recognise it, with a swift nod he walks away, back to the front of the class.

Without turning around you know that Poppy is smiling. “What are you smiling at exactly?” You grumble, not taking your eyes off of the front of the class.

“How wet are you right now?” 

“Oh, fuck you.” you laugh, knowing that she knows you a little too well at this point and that she didn’t really need to fucking ask that question.

The end of class bell rings and you pack up your stuff, it takes you a little longer than usual for some reason. Maybe it’s the fact that your panties are still a little uncomfortable from earlier. 

“Don’t be late sweetheart. Or there will be an extra punishment.” Mr Winchester warns you as you attempt to slip from the room unnoticed.

The deep gravel of his voice makes you pause at the door and turn back to look at him.

“I won’t be sir.” you reply quickly with a small smile, yet there’s that part of you that wonders about what punishment he’s talking about. Especially with that mischievous glint that’s in his eyes. 

“What kind of punishment are we talking about though, Mr Winchester?” you ask curiously, the curve of your smile turns into a smirk as you take several steps back into the room.

Mr Winchester folds his arms across his broad chest, leaning back against his desk. Not even trying to hide the way that his eyes wander over your bare legs and your curves, before they finally move back up to your face. You’re standing in front of him before you can rethink your actions.

You’re standing straight and yet Mr Winchester practically towers over you. Biting your lip when the look on his face changes from playful to dangerous, sparking something inside you that you hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

“Don’t push your luck sweetheart. Girls like you need a firm hand and trust me, I know just how to deal with you.” The way he says that makes you shiver and take a step back. Looking up at him through your lashes as his tongue swipes across his pink lips. “Now, get moving, before you’re late to your next class.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding, “I can’t wait to find out just how you deal with me, Sir.” 

Mr Winchester’s long fingers wrap around your wrist when your fingers brush over his chest. You both hear his next class coming down the hall, loud steps and voices approaching quickly. He leans in closer, “do as you’re told unless you want to be bent over my desk in front of my next class...” He releases you as soon as the door opens and you step back with a smirk, not missing the dangerous look that crosses across his face once more, making you feel slightly giddy. You turn away from him, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips when you walk away.

- 

 The bell for your final class rings and you leisurely pack away your things, making sure to take your time. When you finally leave the class you know that you’re already late to your detention and you can’t help but get excited about what Mr Winchester will have in store for you.

You spot him before you even get close to his classroom, the closer you get you can see that he looks pissed, but that only makes you bite back your smile.

“Get the fuck inside. Now!” he all but growls as soon as you’re close enough that nobody else can hear his low voice. “Oh sweetheart. You better wipe that smile off of your face right now.”

The door slams closed making you jump in anticipation, watching him lock it and pull down the blind on the door. You take the seat that he had set up for you at the front of the class. “Sorry i’m late Sir.” You smile cheekily, pushing up your tits as you lean forward against your arms on the desk.

Your belly rolls as he smirks at you, “no, you’re not. But you will be.” 

There’s that dangerous lilt to his voice that makes the throbbing between your legs return.

“Get up. I’ve got something to show you,” he demands quickly, walking over to his desk and opening a drawer.

Curiosity gets the better of you as you slip out from your table and walk over to his desk. He turns when you’re standing beside him, pulling out a long thin wooden cane. You feel yourself shift as your mouth goes dry, you look up and meet his eyes.

“Are you gonna spank me Sir?” You gasp feeling the cool wood move slowly up your thigh.

His free hand moves to grip your jaw and you can feel his thumb digging into the bone, which pulls a whimper from your lips. Humming low in his throat he leans in close so that his lips almost brush yours.

“I told you sweetheart. I know just what to do with you. You’re gonna be begging to be a good little girl for me by the time I'm done with you.” 

“I don’t beg,” you sass at him, quickly earning yourself a gentle warning tap of the cane against the backs of your thighs, which makes you bite into your lip trying to stop the noise from spilling past your lips. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He chuckles darkly and releases your jaw from his tight grip, tapping your cheek with the palm of his hand. “Well, that’s about to change. Bend over and do not make me ask twice.” 

You turn to face his desk feeling his body press close against your back. 

“Go fuck yourself.” you giggle pushing your ass back against him.

Growling he roughly presses between your shoulders and forces you against the desk. 

“Stop being a cheeky little bitch or I’m gonna get really angry. Now, pull that skirt up, I wanna watch your ass turn red.”

You reach down and grip the hem of your skirt, wiggling it up your legs slowly, barely moving. However, he doesn’t seem in the mood and roughly pulls it up your thighs and over your ass.

“You’re such a tease. Mr Winchester,” you moan, feeling the cane move slowly up your thigh with the lightest touch, just barely tickling your skin as it moves over the globes of your ass. 

“You’re one to fuckin’ talk. I’m just gettin’ started little one, so I suggest you start doing as you’re told.” he all demands as one of his big hands smooths over the skin of your ass cheeks and squeezes harshly. 

“I want you to count them out for me and if anything gets too much we're gonna have a word that you can use, a word which stops everything,” he explains, keeping his tone even and his voice quiet.

“Please don’t. I’ll be good.” You pout looking back at him, failing miserably to hide your smile.

He’s pressed against your back, lips pressed to your ear as he chuckles.

“Uh huh. Yeah, I’m not totally convinced, honestly sweetheart. So that’s gonna be a real big no. You’re getting this because you deserve it. You really are such a little smart ass” 

“Yeah, well I am smart and you’re real hot when you’re angry.” You wink back at him when he finally stands back up again.

“Yeah well, we’ll just see about that. Now, pick a word.”

"Okay fine, how about, tree?” you reply with an edge to your voice.

“Good girl, but hold the attitude. Use it if you need it. That’s what it’s for, you understand?” Mr Winchester asks you.

“Yes Sir. I’m ready,” you breathe out feeling the cockiness leave you for a moment. His thumbs hook into the sides of your panties and he pulls them down your legs. His lips gently press against your ass cheek, making you whimper at the contrast of his soft lips and the slight scratch of his stubble. At the same time he bends, he picks up the discarded panties and pushes them into his pants pocket.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” he asks, voice a little deeper than before.

“No Sir. Only with their hand but it wasn’t enough,” you explain wiggling your ass at him.

“Well, we’ll go slow this time. Just remember your word,” he reminds you firmly, “spread your legs for me. Show me what I’ve got to look forward to.” 

Your thighs are shaking in anticipation as you spread them, whimpering when you feel one of his fingers move through your already slick folds. He pulls back with a chuckle. A moan slips past your lips with the first measured and careful strike of the cane across both of your ass cheeks. “So wet already my little slut, and I've barely touched you. Don’t forget to count,” he teases you with that husky voice.

“Can’t you just fuck me Sir? You don’t need to punish me, don’t you wanna feel how tight my little pussy is?” you ask him teasingly.

“No. Now, stop being a brat and fuckin’ count,” he tells you, giving you a warning tap on your ass with his hand.

“One, Sir,” you moan, feeling the second hit sting a little harder, striking in almost the exact same place. But your lips remain shut and you just push back against him.

“Oh, you better keep counting. Or I'll give you twice as many.” 

“Oh fine. Spoilsport. Two,” you answer, not able to hide the shake in your voice when it’s quickly followed by another. “Fuck! Three!” You cry out as the sting of the cane hits you just under your ass cheeks.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he chuckles, another strike hitting you much harder than before.

“Fuck you! Four,” you whimper against the desk, feeling your fingers tighten against the wood. You gasp loudly when the next two come down in quick succession of each other.

“I swear if I have to tell you again, all you’re gonna get is a sore ass.” 

“So bossy,” you giggle, turning back to look at him and biting your lip.

“Do it,” he demands huskily.

“Fine. Five, six,” you grumble, pushing back towards him.

There’s another hit and you giggle hoping to wind him up, his hand grips your hip and holds you to the table as another one hits your skin.

“Seven.”

“You’re loving this aren’t you? Such a needy little slut, not so mouthy when you’re having your ass beat are you?” He laughs darkly, pushing the smoothness of the thin cane back and forth between your soaked folds. 

“No Sir, I just want it harder. If you can manage it.” You’re panting even with your snarky reply but you lift your head, just long enough to look over your shoulder and meet his darkened green eyes. Your laugh is quickly cut off by his voice.

“Oh yeah? Well, we can't have you enjoying it too much, can we?” he smirks. It's the filthiest smirk you’ve ever seen, sending a new wave of arousal through your body. This time you hear the cane move through the air before you feel it. When it hits your skin twice in a row you have to bite into your arm to stop the scream.

“Count. You wanna be a smart ass with me, you will fuckin’ learn,” he growls darkly. It turns out poking the bear may have been a bad idea but you couldn’t resist. Even now the throbbing between your thighs is stronger than the one beating across your ass. 

“Eight and nine,” you whimper, feeling your skin start to sweat.

“Better. One more, then we’ll see how good your gag reflex is my little slut, would you like that?” 

“Yes Sir,” you reply as seductively as you can at that moment.

“You want it here?” he chuckles when you push back into him, gently tapping against the lips of your soaked pussy with the cane, before he moves it down to the back of your thighs and taps again. “Or here?” He slowly moves back and forth between the two waiting for your answer.

“There Sir,” you moan when the cane moves back to your thighs.

“Such a shame, I’d love to watch you squirm when I spank that little pussy pink. Now say please.”

“Oh hell no,” you all but growl in reply, trying to get out from under his grip but he keeps you pinned to the table.

“I guess you just wanna go home then?”

“Fine. Please,” you snap back at him.

His words cause you to groan but that quickly turns into a scream of his name. Followed by, “ten!” 

Your body collapses against the desk and you hiss slightly as his hands smooth over your ass.

“You did so well baby girl, even if you were a mouthy little bitch. But fuck is that a sexy sight,” Dean praises you, pressing his lips to the sore throbbing skin of your ass. 

“So you did hear me say my name earlier this afternoon then?” He asks knowingly, pulling you up off the desk and turning you to face him.

“I tried to tell you I was listening,” you smile at him sickly sweet, hoping to get away with a little more than you might have otherwise. 

“Yeah well, forget it. From this point on you will call me Sir. Do you understand?” he demands firmly, you can’t help but blush with the way that he’s looking at you. Reminding you of a parent who’s disappointed with a child.

“What happens if I don’t?” you sass him, biting your lip when he steps closer, until he’s practically pressed up against you.

Grabbing your jaw the way he had earlier that day, his lips brush yours this time and you have to swallow the lump in your throat, feeling his grip tighten and his thumb dig into your bone once more.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he growls roughly crushing his lips against yours. 

You’re completely taken by the kiss, every movement of his lips and tongue is so demanding and perfect. You moan into his mouth, dragging your teeth over his plump bottom lip. Dean growls, making you giggle, but it’s quickly cut off when his tongue tangles with your own and his hand fists in the back of your hair. Tugging it hard, he pulls your lips away from his.

“Get on your knees and open up, let’s see how much of a cock slut you are.” 

“Yes Sir.” You grin up at him, wincing a little when his grip on your hair adjusts and he frees his cock from its tight confines. You help him pull the suit pants and boxers down his legs. When you’re finished you look up at him through your lashes, a smile tugging at your lips.

He taps his cock against your closed lips.

“Open. Now,” he growls his warning, narrowing darkened green eyes at you. You keep smiling as you part your lips and stick out your tongue. Kitten licking the tip and dragging your nails down the back of his thighs. You watch him grit his teeth and his grip tightens in your hair, making you whimper but you don’t give in.

“What’s wrong Sir? I thought you liked teasing, you changed your mind?” you pout, looking up at him as innocently as you can manage.

Dean’s free hand grips your jaw as he meets your eyes and squeezes roughly, “fuckin’ open. Now. Or you can go home and get yourself off,” he threatens, voice thick with annoyance and you can’t help but giggle behind closed lips.

Feeling the ache in your jaw paired with the threat of him not getting you off causes you to finally give in and open your mouth. Smirking down at you, Dean thrusts his hips forward roughly until his cock bumps against the back of your throat.

“Relax and breathe. You can do better than that, can’t you my little slut?” he mocks, pulling his cock almost all of the way out of your mouth before repeating his actions.

You try your best to relax your throat but he’s so thick it’s almost impossible for your gag reflex not to kick in. You grip his thick thighs tightly when you gag again, feeling the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Drool is leaking from the corners of your lips as you let him use your throat, doing your best to breathe through your nose. You cough and gasp for air when he pulls out of your mouth letting you breathe.

“Fuck you look good on your knees, such a good mouth when it’s stuffed full.” Dean groans, wiping the spit on your chin away with his thumb. “Surprised you’re not begging to have that little pussy filled yet.” 

“I told you Sir, I don’t beg.” you remind him with a cocky smirk on your lips. 

Dean hauls you up from the floor by your hair and pushes you back against the desk behind you. He lifts you until you're sitting on the surface. You can’t help but wince as the sting from the cane's whips shoots across your skin but Dean continues stepping between your legs.

“You sure baby girl? You sure you don’t want my big thick cock stretching out that tight little cunt?” He asks with a smirk, tugging you towards the edge of the desk so that his cock is pressed against your soaking wet heat.

“Oh, I want it, Mr Winchester. I’m just not gonna beg for it.” 

You smile reaching up and pulling his tie free from his jumper and wrapping it around your hand. 

He pulls his hips back and moves a hand between you both, pushing two fingers inside your tight wet pussy easily. Cocking his eyebrow he smirks, curling his fingers as he starts to move them inside you and his thumb brushes over your clit, back and forth teasingly. He chuckles when a moan is forced from your lips and you roll your hips down into his hand.

“So, is that still a no? If my fingers feel that good, just imagine how good my cock would feel,” he challenges you, licking his lips when you let out another deep moan and your free hand moves from the desk to grip his wrist, feeling it tense as he twists it, his muscles flexing as his hand moves.

“F-Fuck you!” you gasp, squeezing your eyes closed when he speeds up the movements of his fingers.

“Now that’s not very nice, is it little girl? You’re gonna beg for my cock or you don’t get to come.” The grip you have on his tie tightens as you buck your hips against his hand, chasing your release but you keep your lips tightly shut. However, before you can get there Dean removes his fingers and pushes them between his lips, leaving you a whimpering mess on the desk, slick soaking your inner thighs and you groan feeling your orgasm ebb away. 

“I’ve got all night, so either you can keep pushin’ me or you can do as you’re fuckin’ told.” 

You grumble something under your breath and Dean smirks, getting his lips closer to yours and then suddenly he turns his head, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Say it again.” He practically purrs, dragging his teeth over your earlobe and wrapping his hand around your throat. It just rests there, the pressure practically non-existent, but God does it feel good.

“I already said it once, Dean. I’m not saying it again,” you grumble, meeting his dark green eyes when he moves his head to look at you again.

“What did you just call me?” he growls deep in his chest, fingers tightening around your throat.

“You fuckin’ heard me,” you say, biting back your smile when his other hand wraps in the back of your hair and he pulls harshly.

“Maybe I should just use your throat again, get myself off and let you sort yourself out. What do you think slut? It’s your last chance to do as you’re told.”  

“Fine. Fuck me, please!” you practically shout.

“You can do better than that.” He seems to think for a moment before a smirk stretches across his perfect lips. “I want you to say, I’m such a needy little cock slut, pretty please will you fuck me Sir.” He laughs, seeing the annoyance cross your face when he releases your throat and wraps his hand around his aching cock and starts pumping it in his fist.

His cock nudges your entrance, just the swollen head of it slipping in and out repeatedly as he bites into his lip, teasing you mercilessly until you start to feel your orgasm getting closer…  Then he stops,  waiting for it to go away completely before he starts all over again. Your heart is racing in your chest and you can hear your blood pumping in your ears. You meet his eyes again and yet another moan is ripped from your chest. Your voice is shaking when you finally speak. 

“I’m such a needy little cock slut. Pretty please will you fuck me,  Sir?”

Your mouth drops open when he snaps his hips, thrusting forward roughly, burying his cock inside you to the hilt so that his balls are pressed against your ass.

“See. That wasn’t so hard was it? All you had to do was admit you wanted this tight little cunt filled with my cock,” he mocks you, pulling you into another demanding kiss as he picks up a punishing rhythm. The kiss is messy and nowhere near as controlled as your first, it’s all teeth and tongues. Then you feel it, sparking in the pit of your stomach like a blazing fire and heat is prickling across your skin. “You gonna come all over my cock my little slut?” Dean grunts feeling your walls flutter around him as your pussy spasms with every snap of his hips.

“Fucking God. Yes! Yes! Please Sir, faster,” you beg, desperate for the release you’re right on the edge of.

“Fuck! Such a good girl. Go on, you can do it. Show me those pretty eyes when you come baby. Look at me.” He moans his demand as you start to thrust against him matching his pace the best you can to chase your release.

Your entire body arches against him when your orgasm hits, all you can hear are your own moans and Dean’s grunting as he pushes through your release.

He doesn’t give you time to come down from your orgasm before he turns you over and presses you down into the desk. Pulling your hips up he pushes back inside you with ease, groaning when your walls stretch and clench around him again. His fingers start to dig bruisingly into your hips but it all feels so damn good. 

You sit up, resting your hands against the desk, moaning loudly when one of his hands fists in your hair and he smacks your still red ass with his hand, pulling a whine from your lips as it stings that much harder.

“Come on, Sir, you can do better than that. Wanna feel you inside me for days, fuck me like you mean it,” you taunt him, feeling him respond immediately, the snap of his hips somehow getting harder and faster. The echo of your ass bouncing off of his hips sounds loudly around the room, coupled with your moans and whimpers, mixing with his growls, grunts and groans. “You gonna fill me up Sir?” 

As soon as the words are out of your mouth he tugs harder on your hair, forcing you back against his chest and rips your shirt in half.

“You talk too fuckin’ much,” he grunts against your neck, cupping your bra clad breast in one of his big hands as his hips continue to slam into your ass. His free hand wraps around your throat and keeps you there, this time his fingers tighten and you can’t hold back the gasp.

“Come on slut, rub that little clit for me, make yourself come. Wanna feel that tight cunt squeeze me again,” he growls against your neck as he drags his teeth along the skin.

This time you do as he asks, wanting nothing more than to come all over the thick cock that’s buried deep inside you.

“So close, Sir. Gonna come all over your cock again,” you whine desperately, your fingers move quickly over the tightly wound bundle of nerves.

Then the hand cupping one of your tits wraps around your waist and you scream as fucks into you almost painfully, practically ripping the last orgasm from you. He’s not far behind, you feel his hips start to stutter as your thighs shake from the intense orgasm you had just endured. You're sure if he wasn’t holding you up you would be on the floor.

“Fuck. Y/N.” Dean growls when he finally falls over the edge and his own orgasm hits hard, he throws his head back with the final pumps of his hips and he fills you so deep, you can feel his release leaking from your abused cunt and down his cock.

Pulling his cock from your tight wet heat,Dean stumbles back with his arms around you, making you laugh when you both fall awkwardly into his desk chair. His ass just barely in the seat and yours on his thigh. You drop your head back against his shoulder with a lazy smile, seeing Dean return it as he presses a quick but firm kiss to your lips.

“Jesus, woman. That was something else.” Dean grins brushing the sweaty hair back from your forehead.

“It sure was, Sir.” you smirk, tucking his tie back inside his jumper.

“I think you can probably just call me Dean now.” His wink still manages to do things to you. As you stand to pull down your skirt, he follows you, pushing his softening cock back into his boxers and does his belt up.

“Okay well, are you working again tomorrow Dean?” 

“Hmm, yeah. I think I might just have to be. Why were you lookin’ for round two?” He asks knowingly, gripping your thigh roughly. 

“Because as it turns out you do have detention again tomorrow.”

“Guess I can get my panties back then huh?” 

“Possibly. I guess we’ll see if you’ve learnt your lesson and you can be a good girl.”

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[samanthadalton]

Star crossed lovers part 7 (au)

pairings: poppy x mc (bea)

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

taglist: @somewillwin @cloud9in @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @rxssians @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @clowneryme (if you wanna be added on let me know) 

word count: 5.2k (my longest chapter yet) 

if there’s any mistakes i’ll fix it later bc its like 5am here 

part 1: part 2: part 3: part 4: part 5: part 6: 

Birthday Bash 

“Bea.” 

Poppy stares at the brunette, wide-eyed, her knuckles turning white as she firmly grips on the doorknob, but she doesn’t let go. She definitely wasn’t planning on seeing her girlfriend tonight, and judging by the haunted expression on Bea’s face, neither was she. 

“Hey,” is all Bea can squeak out, lips slightly quivering, her eyes a bloodshot red as if she’s been crying for days. Poppy quickly peaks her head out of the doorway, analysing her surroundings, looking for any traces of anyone's presence before clutching onto Bea’s arm and dragging her into the foyer.

“What happened?” Poppy’s voice is soft, timid, her brows furrowed as she takes in Bea’s demeanour. As the lights shine on Bea, Poppy can see her girlfriend’s features more clearly, her cheeks glisten with dried tear stains, while her hair looks like a bush, most likely from Bea running her hand through hair constantly, a habit she does when she’s upset or angry. 

As if right on cue, Bea runs a hand through her hair, her expression distressed.“ Is it safe to talk here?” Bea’s tone’s insecure as she gazes into the strawberry blonde’s eyes for the first time tonight, and Poppy notices the sad glint in her eyes. It takes all of Poppy’s strength to not break down in tears just by looking at her girlfriend. 

Poppy clears her throat, blinking away the tears, “uh yeah, my dad’s not home. Come let’s go to my room.” Poppy contemplates holding Bea’s hand as she sees it fitted closely to the brunette’s side, but reminds herself how volatile things are between her and Bea so she walks ahead of Bea and not looking behind her until she reaches her room. She opens the door and lets Bea into the room, making a beeline for her bed, sitting at the edge while Bea hovers near the door frame, nervously fidgeting as if it’s her first time in the strawberry blonde’s room, her eyes wearily glancing around the room. 

“You can sit if you want” Poppy pats the space near her and Bea gives her a small smile as Bea gives a small nod of appreciation and meanders over to her bed and settles down, leaving a wide gap between herself and Poppy. As the girls look over at each other, familiarity slowly begins to wash over them as the memories that they spent together in the room come flooding into their minds; the late nights, the sneaking out, the kisses, the cuddles, the I love yous. It wasn’t that long ago where the girls were lying down in Poppy’s bed together discussing their future and senior year, but now as they’re in the same space everything has changed, and deep down inside they both know that. 

Poppy gives Bea a warm smile, her eyes full of affection as she waits patiently for her girlfriend to speak first. Poppy knows firsthand to be submissive when Bea is in a mood, otherwise Bea will just close off and the girls won’t make any progress. After some deliberation, she tentatively reaches out, her hand slowly clasping around Bea’s, giving it a squeeze, a small gesture to reassure her girlfriend that she’s willing to wait. Bea smiles internally at Poppy’s action, but after the dispute between herself and her mother, it has been on a constant replay in her head, almost like a never ending nightmare which she can’t wake herself up from. The girls continue to sit in the silence as Bea tries to gain her bearings, her mind going a million miles a minute, but Bea fights against the flight instinct she has become accustomed to over the last couple of months taking a deep slowing breath before opening her mouth to speak. 

“Thank you for letting me in.” 

Poppy frowns, “you’re my girlfriend Bea, I would never turn you away.” 

Bea glances down at the floor, “so why didn’t you want me at the hospital? Or why haven’t you answered my calls? Texts?” A guilty expression flashes across Poppy’s face, as she stutters, struggling to come up with a valid reason, instead she clamps her mouth shut, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Bea reaches out to take Poppy’s cast in both of her hands, her soft fingers delicately brushing against the rough plaster, a solemn look on her face. “When you fell I-” she abruptly cuts herself off as hot tears begin to stream down her face, she shifts her gaze away from Poppy, in an attempt to hide her face. 

Poppy reaches out, cupping Bea’s face in her hands, her thumbs swiping the tears as she places her forehead against the brunettes, speaking softly against her lips, “Bea I know. I’m okay though.” The strawberry blonde’s voice begins to waver but she clears her throat, pushing away the lump in her throat, “I know I’ve been distant lately. Pushing you away and it isn’t fair. We need to stop avoiding this conversation.” Bea nods into Poppy’s hands, sniffling as she blinks away the last couple of tears forming in her eyes. 

“You’re right.” 

And so Bea tells Poppy everything; her unexpected visit from her dad, the argument with Isabella, the night she was almost mugged. Poppy stares intensely as Bea, quietly taking in the information, part of her feels like an idiot, like she’s being selfish. Crying over a broken arm while Bea’s life is completely falling apart. But another part of her feels hurt, hurt that Bea had been concealing all of this. Suppressing all her emotions to the point where Poppy almost blamed her for her fall. 

She understands that her and Bea live in two completely different worlds. But would that be their downfall? Or would they be able to push through their differences and love each other unconditionally? Promise that they will never keep something from the other? Promise to love and commit to each other no matter the consequences? 

Maybe Bea would be able to, but could Poppy? She has more to lose than Bea does, more at stake. But all those doubts perish when Bea gazes at the strawberry blonde, relief flashing across her face. She seems more at ease than when she first came in, like the weight has been lifted off her shoulders and Bea’s problems shouldn’t be her own burden, Poppy knew what she was getting herself into when she decided to be with Bea. No matter how much life threw at them nothing could take away the fact that they were soulmates, who were brought together to balance each other out. 

“Pops?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Poppy moves in, she places a soft, long kiss on Bea’s forehead before fitting herself in Bea’s bigger frame, her arms wrapping around the brunette’s waist, while her head nuzzles into her neck. “You have nothing to apologise for Bea. If anything I should be sorry. I’ve been such a bitch, when I should’ve been there for you. I hate that we’ve come to this. Not being able to tell each other anything.” 

Poppy hears Bea sharply inhale and lifts her head to look at her girlfriend, “Was there something else?” 

One of Bea’s hands moves to stroke the strawberry blonde’s hair, she solemnly nods, “yes. Don’t be mad I didn’t say anything earlier because I would’ve but you were ignoring my calls.” Poppy pushes herself off her girlfriend studying Bea’s remorseful expression. “It’s about Carter. 

“What about him? Did he do something to you?” Poppy brow’s furrow while Bea shakes her head. 

“He approached me the night of the volleyball, the game where you fell.” her gaze drifts down to Poppy’s cast, “he knows about us.” 

Poppy feels the blood rushing to her ears, as her heart thumps powerfully in her chest. ‘This isn’t supposed to happen, no one is supposed to know’ is all she can think, while her face pales and her eyes continuously blink, wondering if she’s heard Bea wrong. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know how Poppy but he swore he wouldn’t say anything,” Bea stammers. 

Poppy feels anger flaring up in her body as her eyes shoot daggers at Bea, “what the fuck Bea. You know how many times Carter has been to my house in the last week? And this entire time he fucking knew?” Poppy wildly throws her arms around, face reddening by the second. 

Bea feels anger exploding within her, her face scrunched up in a scowl and she starts yelling, “You were ignoring me. I called. I texted. You couldn’t be bothered to check up on your own girlfriend. So don’t you dare” she points an accusatory finger at Poppy, “blame me.” 

Both girls glare at each other, anger reaching a boiling point, the sounds of their tiny quick breaths fill up the deafening silence in the room. Bea takes a step towards Poppy, who in retort takes a step forward too, and without hesitation both girls move in for the kiss, their tongues already tangled together as they fight for dominance. Bea grabs the Poppy by her hips, pulling her closer to her frame, as she angles her head downwards, pushing her tongue into Poppy’s mouth who responds with small moans, her mouth invitingly opening up, as her hands creep up around Bea’s neck, wrapping around it and pulling her down onto the bed. All the pent up anger, passion, the absence of intimacy is met in the kiss, the girls feeding off each other’s kisses not breaking apart for air, as if they can live off the very feeling they’re giving each other. 

Soon the girls pull apart, their gaze fixated on one another, until they break into a fit of laughter, realising how ludicrous the entire situation is. 

“I’m sorry for snapping. I guess I’m scared about people finding out about us.” 

“Hey.” Bea cups Poppy’s face, her thumbs stroking her jawline as her eyes look intensely into Poppy’s brown doe eyes, “I would never let anything bad happen to you. Carter said himself, he’s not the enemy, he’s just an ass.” Poppy lets out an airy laugh, slightly shaking her head, while Bea returns a small smile, “I’m just glad we’re okay now, I missed you.” Bea leans down and places a chaste kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips. 

“I missed you too. From now on no more secrets okay? We need to make sure we are healthily communicating with each other because I hate fighting with you.” 

“I know, I guess sometimes I just don’t want to burden you.” 

“Bea, you’re my girlfriend, you could never be a burden to me.” The girls share a long look, one filled with affection and appreciation. “You gonna be okay going home? You can stay here if you want.” 

Bea shakes her head, “your dad will be here soon and I don’t wanna risk it. It’ll be fine, I think.” Bea hesitantly adds. 

‘Well, I’m here if you ever need a getaway. And I’m glad we’ve made up because there is no way in hell we are not going to celebrate your birthday.” 

Bea lets out a loud groan, “Dammit it.” 

“We are going to celebrate your birthday Bea Hughes, you are not getting out of this one so easily.” 

…. 

In the following weeks, Bea and Poppy could not be in a better place, though their relationship was still a well kept secret from the students of Belvoire, or at least the majority of them, the girls back to being madly in love. Since cheer was not really an option for Poppy currently, she began investing into her role of head of the school newspaper more, while offering more hours to volunteer at her local animal shelter. Bea on the other hand was pouring herself into maintaining a healthy work/school balance. Her and Aria began a family night once a week, where her, Aria and Poppy and sometimes Veronica, Zoey and AJ would all get together and cook and play board games for a couple of hours. Although Bea and Poppy recently made up, they almost got into another fight after Bea put down a +4 in Uno and Poppy almost lost her shit. All the while, Poppy and Zoey were planning Bea’s birthday party. Bea was never too  crazy about her birthday but after a lot of petitioning from Poppy, Veronica and Zoey she eventually agreed to a birthday party which would be hosted by Zoey. 

…. 

Soon it’s time for Bea’s birthday and as soon as the brunette wakes up from her slumber she immediately goes onto her phone to see a bunch of birthday messages from all her friends. Poppy of course had wished Bea a happy birthday at exactly 12am and left her girlfriend a very long paragraph including all the reasons she loves her. Zoey leaves a drunken voice message, telling Bea that she’s starting the party early while Veronica gives a short and very mundane message just simply wishing Bea a happy birthday. Bea scrolls through the rest of the birthday wishes thanking everyone for the wishes until a pillow comes flying out of nowhere smashing into her face. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG SIS!” Aria jumps onto Bea, giving her some very brutal birthday beats while also not forgetting to give one for luck. Once she’s done, she jumps off Bea’s bed laughing. Bea massages her arms tenderly, mentally planning her little sister’s demise until Aria brings out a small wrapped box from under her bed, holding it out to Bea. 

“Aria you didn’t have to.” 

“Shut up and just open it.” 

Bea amusingly huffs as she carefully unwraps the bow on the box, before lifting the lid. She lets out a small gasp as tears begin to form in her eyes. “Oh my god Aria.” She endearingly stares at her sister before pulling her in for a massive bear hug, “this is the best present ever thank you.’ 

Aria returns the hug for a few moments until breathlessly cries out, “Bea, you’re crushing my lungs.” Bea instantly lets go, sympathetically rubbing her younger sister’s back, 

“Sorry Aria, but this is perfect, how did you know?” She affectionately stares at the picture frame in her hand, beaming at the photo of a young Bea holding a baby Aria in her arms. 

“Because you love that kind of stuff. Mom helped me with it.” 

Bea visibly tenses, “she did huh?” Aria who is completely oblivious about the severity of the altercation between Bea and her mother, only thinking it was just a petty argument that resulted in them not being on speaking terms, merely nods and flounces to the bathroom to get ready. 

After a birthday breakfast where Bea had to take over from Aria who can barely make a decent pancake batter, the girls sit in the living room reminiscing about the past, laughing at the past memories of one another. They’re interrupted by the sudden creaking of Isabella’s door who gingerly looks out of room before stalking towards the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water. Bea pointedly avoids Isabella’s presence by directing her complete focus to her younger sister until Isabella’s low voice interrupts the conversation. 

“Happy birthday Bea.” 

Bea ignores her mother, clenching her jaw, furious at her mother’s attempt to simply sweep her previous proclamation about not wanting anything to do with her aside. “Hey Aria, why don’t we go to Zoey’s and then I’ll drop you off at your friend’s. We’ll even take my bike.” 

Aria squeals hugging Bea tightly, “seriously? You’ll let me go on the bike?” 

“Yeah, of course. Now go get your stuff I’ll wait here.” Aria rushes into her room while Bea reluctantly makes her way to the kitchen, where Isabella’s expression is downcast as her long nails tap against her glass. “Aria’s staying over at a friend’s tonight and I’ll be home late so I guess you have the house to yourself. Don’t trash it because remember who’s paying the bills in this house.” Bea turns away but Isabella latches onto her arm, her tone pleading. 

“Please Bea. It’s been weeks.” 

Bea aggressively shrugs her mom’s arm off hers before looking directly into her eyes, a fire blazing in them. “And? I meant what I said. No more handouts. You’re on your own. Tell Aria I’m waiting out front.” With that she walks off without a second thought or glance. 

….

Bea’s birthday is soon in full blast, and as Bea walks into the back yard she can’t help but be in awe of Zoey and Poppy’s collaboration to make the party a hit. The fairy lights carefully placed around the trees, shine brightly, a stark contrast to the dark night sky. A arm slings around Bea’s shoulder pulling her close to the warm body, “Happy birthday bitch!” Zoey places a plastic crown on Bea’s head giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek. As looks up and down appraising Bea’s short red dress, “damn girl, 18 looking good on you already.” 

“How are you already drunk? The party just started.” 

“How are you not drunk yet? It’s your birthday, let loose a little.” Zoey grabs Bea’s hands doing a silly dance before Bea breaks apart her gaze serious. 

“What’s wrong Zoey? I’ve known you long enough to know something’s up.” 

Zoey sighs, slumping her shoulders, her expression dejected, “I asked Veronica if she wanted to come to this party together but she said no.” 

“Aww Zo,” Bea pulls in Zoey for a hug. “I thought you guys really liked each other?” Zoey in retort lets out a bitter laugh.

“I guess it was just about sex for her. But fuck her. I don’t need her to have a good time.” She takes a huge swig of her beer, “besides, tonight is a celebration.” She downs the rest of her drink, exhaling sharply, “I’m gonna go grab another drink.” She makes her way to the drinks stand until Bea is tackled by a hug which almost sends her tumbling to the ground. 

“Happy birthday baby.” Poppy gives Bea a huge kiss on her lips, and when the kiss breaks off, Bea licks her lips a little, tasting the cherry lip gloss from Poppy’s lips. 

“Mmm, thank you,” she pulls Poppy in for another kiss until they’re interrupted by a loud cough. 

“Umm I’m here.” Veronica lifts a hand up waving, while a huge wrapped box is fitted to her side, wrapped around her other hand. “Here, happy birthday.” She shoves the box into Bea’s hands who just looks at Veronica gratefully. 

“Wow, thanks Veronica.” Veronica responds with a small hum as Bea begins ripping off the wrapping and then looks back up at Veronica wide-eyed. “Holy shit V, thank you. This is awesome.” She takes out the fresh biker helmet, staring at it in astonishment, a glossy black exterior, with white stripes painted all over it, brings a huge smile to Bea’s face and she gives Veronica a strong one armed hug. 

“You’re welcome.” Veronica beams as she hugs Bea back, “See told you she’ll like it P.” 

Poppy facetiously rolls her eyes, “fine you were right. But” she pulls Bea back to her side giving her girlfriend a quick peck on her lips, “my present is a million times better.” 

“Well duh you’re her girlfriend.” 

“Oh shush Lombardi, you’re just bitter that Zoey isn’t interested in you.” Bea furrows her eyebrows slightly at Veronica who just embarrassingly turns away. “Well let’s go get some drinks.” 

Many of Bea’s friends from the south join the party including Razor who gets a stern (and slightly drunken) telling off from Poppy for giving Bea a knife. Poppy excuses herself to join Zoey and a bunch of others in a game of truth or dare which Bea respectfully declines. As the party carries on, Bea stands at the edge of the living room carefully sipping her beer as she looks around, the music infectiously blaring from the speakers as everyone begins to dance. AJ sidles up to Bea giving her a warm hug wishing her a happy birthday. 

“I was wondering when you would show up.” 

“My dad wanted me to stay for a family dinner since my aunt came over but said I could come to the party once it ended.” 

Bea gives AJ a sincere pat on the back, “Well I’m glad you’re here. Have you spoken to Poppy yet?” 

AJ sheepishly rubs his hand on his neck, a slight frown on his face, “not yet. I’ve been kinda avoiding her but I’ll speak to her and apologize for scaring her.” 

“Alright, go and enjoy the party, I’m just gonna head out for some air.” AJ joins the fray as Bea heads out to the front yard staring at the night sky. 

“I thought you’re supposed to celebrate on your birthday?” 

Bea turns her head slightly to see a smirking Veronica making her way up to her and amusingly huffs, “I just needed some air. Sometimes the music gives me a headache.” 

“Yeah, these parties can be a bit much. But they’re definitely better than the shitty parties from Belvoire’s most finest.” 

“I’ve never been to a Belvoire party before.” 

Veronica exapgreentlying gasps, holding a hand to her chest, “who would’ve thought, Belvoire’s most hated has never been to a Belvoire party,” her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Bea smirks but her eyes look lost in thought until she looks over at the ombre-haired girl, curiosity in her eyes, “so what happened with you and Zoey, I thought you guys liked each other?” 

Veronica clicks her tongue, her expression contemplating, “she just wasn’t what I wanted.” 

“Oh so there’s someone else?” Bea raises an eyebrow at Veronica who just whole-heartedly rolls her eyes in retort. 

“Maybe. But I don’t know if they want me like that.” 

“Why not? You’re a great girl. I’m sure you would make them very happy.” 

Veronica shakes her head slightly, throwing her head back to stare at the sky, “well, I don’t want to ruin what they already have, it seems” her brows knit together as she ponders what word to use, “solid.” 

“Well you’ll find someone I’m sure. I mean I’m grateful for Poppy, I don’t know where I would be without her.” 

“Yeah, she’s pretty great isn’t she?” 

“Yeah. She is.” Bea smiles, her eyes twinkling as she thinks about her girlfriend. She shakes out of daze and smiles back at Veronica, “thanks again for the bike helmet.” 

“It’s fine Bea. I know how much you love the thing. I just thought you should look cooler while riding it.” Veronica turns to Bea, her expression pondering, “Why do you love motorcycles so much?” 

“Wait.. have you never ridden on a motorcycle before?” Veronica shakes her head. “Oh my god, it’s the best feeling ever, the wind blowing in your face, the speed. It feels like freedom I guess.” 

“Huh. That’s nice I guess.” 

“You guess? No I won’t have that. Come on.” She grabs one of Veronica’s hands steering her towards her bike that’s parked outside the house. “We’re going for a ride now.” 

“Uhhh are you sober enough for that?” Veronica raises an eyebrow at Bea, “I don’t wanna end up on the news for being the influencer who died while riding on a motorcycle with someone under the influence of alcohol.” 

Bea lets out a guffaw, holding her stomach, “I barely drank anything tonight. Trust me, you’re in good hands.” Veronica gives Bea a nod of okay, “uhh wait, let me tell Poppy we’re going for a ride, I’ll be right back.” She leaves Veronica on the sidewalk making her way into the house in pursuit of her girlfriend. She finds the strawberry blonde in the middle of the dancefloor, dancing her heart out to the music, drunkenly singing along to the words. Bea comes from behind, pulling Poppy’s hips to hers, and leans down to whisper into her ear, “looks like you’re having a good time.” Poppy in response, reaches back, her hands entwining around Bea’s neck as she grinds against her hips. 

“I have to admit, even though I had a hand in this party, Zoey really outdid herself.” 

Bea twists Poppy around placing a kiss against her girlfriend’s lips, “i’m glad you’re having fun, you deserve it babe. Veronica is waiting outside for me though. She told me she’s never ridden on a motorcycle before so imma take her for a ride on my bike okay? I’ll be back.” 

“Okay.” 

Poppy slightly freezes when she sees AJ enter the room, Bea follows her gaze, a solemn look on her face, “he wants to talk to you by the way. I think he wants to apologise.” 

“Yeah I guess we should talk,” Poppy sobers up slightly as she releases Bea and stands a little taller, “I’ll catch you later okay, I still need to give you your present.” 

“Okay,” Bea smiles down at her girlfriend before planting a chaste kiss on her lips, “let me know how it goes between you.” 

Poppy nods and makes her way to AJ while Bea moves towards the front yard. When Poppy reaches AJ she gingerly taps him on the shoulder, AJ jumps from the sudden touch, spinning towards Poppy almost dropping his drink in the process. 

“Gah! Sorry Poppy.” He drinks the contents of his cup before placing it on the counter and looks at the strawberry blonde. “So I’m guessing you spoke to Bea huh?” 

“Yeah, we should go somewhere quieter and talk.” AJ follows Poppy out to the corner of the back yard, away from the rest of the partygoers. “So.” 

“So.” 

“I know Bea already spoke to you about the party and stuff but I guess I wanted to thank you.” 

“Thank me?” AJ says surprised. 

“Yeah. What you did was kinda dumb but your heart was in the right place.” AJ lets out a small laugh shaking his head slightly. “I’m just grateful you would protect me like that AJ.” 

“Of course I would Poppy. You’re Bea’s girlfriend. And even if you weren’t you needed help. I hate when guys think they can do whatever they want to girls without facing the consequences.” There was a depth to AJ’s words, like he wasn’t just talking about that one ordeal, Poppy contemplated asking but AJ is just as fickle as Bea if not more, his behaviour and moods are often unpredictable so Poppy made a mental note to speak to Bea about it later. 

“Well it was very brave of you AJ. I’m glad Bea has amazing friends like you.” 

“Well you’re my friend too Poppy, and you deserve to have someone other than Bea to have your back.” 

Poppy turns silent, absorbing AJ’s revelation, were any of her friends as diehard as Bea’s? Would they ever assist Poppy like how AJ did? Poppy begins wondering if her friends were truly her friends at all, as she looks over at AJ, the young sophomore goofily grinning back at her, and she can’t help but smile. AJ is family to her, how Bea is like an older sister to him means that Poppy is also a sister to him too, and family, look out for each other which is something she’s beginning to learn. She tugs AJ close to her, pulling him into a back-breaking hug as she sobs softly into his shoulder, “thank you AJ, for everything.” 

AJ is too stunned to reply, so his hold around Poppy just tightens as the two just bask in the warmth of the embrace, content that they can rely on each other. 

All the while, Bea takes Veronica out for a ride on her bike while wearing her new helmet which was graciously gifted by the ombre-haired girl herself. 

“It looks good on you.” 

“Thanks.” Bea swings her leg around the bike before settling on the seat, she nods her head towards Veronica, “so? Hop on.”

Veronica timidly ambles towards Bea’s bike and climbs behind the brunette as her legs brushes slightly against her hips. 

“Hold on tight okay? We don’t want you falling off.” Bea says looking back, a widespread grin on her face. Veronica moves closer to Bea on the bike, her hands coming around to grip Bea’s stomach, “just a little tighter V.” Veronica squeezes her arms around Bea’s waist, “perfect. You ready?” 

“Let’s go.” 

Bea takes off on the bike, slowly at first but when she feels Veronica’s fingers beginning to relax around her waist, she begins to speed up, the wind breezing against her helmet while Veronica’s hair freely moves against the wind. The streetlights begin blurring as Bea increases the speed, the motorcycle going almost 50 miles an hour, and Veronica closes her eyes, relishing in the freedom Bea promised she would feel. They circle around the block a couple of times until it comes to a stop and Bea takes off her helmet shaking out her curly hair. 

“Oh my god.” 

“So? How was it?” 

“It was fucking exhilirating. Holy fuck Bea. Maybe I should invest in a motorcycle.” 

Bea lets out a laugh, “you definitely should, see I told you it’s amazing.” 

“Yeah yeah you were right.” Veronica pulls out her phone and gasps, “shit Poppy texted like a hundred times, come on it’s time to cut your cake.” 

The girls make their way to Zoey’s kitchen where everyone stands in a circle, eagerly and a few impatient, waiting to cut the cake. 

“There she is!” Zoey screams as the rest of the party goers cheer and Poppy sidles to Bea’s side giving her a kiss on her cheek. Zoey lights the candles as the group of people break into singing happy birthday. Bea pauses before blowing out her candles, a fond look in her eyes as the candles are blown out and eventually the cake is distributed between everyone and Poppy and Bea settle on the couch with Veronica sitting next to Poppy while Zoey and AJ sit next to Bea all silently eating the cake. 

“So how was the ride?” Poppy asks. 

“Awesome. Veronica is now a motorcycle convert.” Bea jests and Veronica rolls her eyes slightly. 

“Hey, I never had anything against motorcycles okay? I’ve just never been on one until tonight. But it was honestly life changing.’ 

The three girls break into a fit of giggles until Poppy reaches over, intertwining her fingers of her non broken hand, with Bea’s whispering in her ear. “Well I think it’s time for your present.” Bea gleams at Poppy as she allows herself to be pulled away from the couch but not before looking back and giving Zoey a sly smirk hinting at the fact Zoey and Veronica are now sitting next to each other. 

Poppy pulls Bea into Zoey’s empty bedroom before pulling Bea into a long passionate kiss. 

“Is this my present?” Bea grabs Poppy’s hips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

“That’s for later babe,” Poppy indulges in Bea’s desires for a few moments, allowing herself to get lost in Bea’s kiss as their tongues tangle together, eliciting a few soft moans from the strawberry blonde. Poppy pushes Bea slightly back, and rests her forehead against Bea’s, “stop distracting me, I gotta give you your present.” 

Poppy brings out her phone and pulls out a picture of an empty apartment, showing the picture to Bea. Bea looks at the photo confused, raising a pointed eyebrow at her girlfriend. “Uhhh I don’t get it.” 

“This is our apartment in New York. I put an early deposit on the place so it’s officially ours.”

read part 8 here 

[ressyfaerie]

Fanfic request: Kai/Tysons first kiss and how you think it would go down! (English Dub names please!) :)

This is sooo hard because I have at least 3856859 different AUs of their first kiss aaahhh. I can't decide if I want this one to be angsty, fluffy, or everything in between aaahh! Regardless, I’m going to write something good! Okay I’m done, it ended up being much longer than expected AND i really self-indulged in this one we've got flowers, cars- just I know you’ll like it. 

I’m popping this into a read more after the intro because it's a bit long for the dashboard lol.

“Is there a note?” 

Ray eyed the flowers suspiciously. 

Tyson held the wooden planter box in his arms, “uh- I don’t think so?” 

“Who would send a planter box instead of just cut flowers?” Hilary thought it was the worst kind of romantic gesture. 

“Look!” Max dug his hands into the flowers. 

“What kind of flowers are these Tyson?” Ray asked, eyeing the blue petals with awe. 

“They’re Himalayan blue poppies… They’re not easy to grow.” 

Max pulled out a small slip of paper hidden in the stems. 

“How do you know so much about gardening?” Hilary had no idea when he found the time to pick up a hobby that was so- unlike Tyson. 

“I found my mother's old gardening books! I’ve been taking care of the dojo gardens on the weekends since grandpa’s back is so bad- what does the note say?” 

Max read it out loud, “A unique flower, for a unique person.” 

“Do we recognize the handwriting?” Kenny fixed his glasses, analyzing the situation. 

“It’s been typed.” Max pointed out while flipping the note around for everyone to see. 

Tyson inspected the flowers. He had never seen blue poppies before, they were one of his mother’s favourites. 

“Whoever sent it, they know me well.” Tyson smiled. 

“How come?” Ray asked. 

“I don’t like cut flowers. I feel bad when they die. I like getting flowers that are alive.” 

The room went quiet as everyone racked their brains trying to think of the possibilities. 

“Who would know these things about you? Even we didn’t know you liked flowers!” Hilary pointed the fact out, some of the team members nodded, she had a good point. 

“A lot of people know that I garden… But very few know that my mother really liked these flowers… She wrote about them a lot in her gardening books. To my knowledge, no one’s ever seen them but me, Grandpa, my dad, and maybe Hiro.” 

Ray stroked his chin deep in thought, “It could have been a friendly gift? Not romantic at all?” 

Tyson nodded, it could have been, but it felt- romantic. No one he knew would do something like this, it didn’t make sense. 

“I’ll put them outside, for now, maybe we will think about it later.” Tyson left the room to place them in his corner garden outside. 

The gravel crunched under his feet as he made his way to his small greenspace. He placed the planter with the rest of his stuff. He wondered who would have sent them, but he had no time to think; they had a party to attend at the BBA in less than two hours, and he still hadn’t even started to get ready. 

As expected, the dojo was now in chaos. Like most teenagers, they left everything to the last minute. None of them had experience with formal attire. 

“Does anyone here know how to tie a tie?!” Ray frantically displayed handfuls of ties. 

“I do!” Kenny grasped one of the ties and tried to tie it on himself, before transferring it over to Ray. 

Kenny was much too nervous to tie a proper knot, Ray found himself cringing as their time crunch got shorter and shorter. 

Max had locked himself in the bathroom, probably doing his hair. 

Hilary was god-knows-where, Tyson still wore regular clothes. 

“Where’s Kai? Isn’t he the formal clothes expert?” Tyson fiddled with dragoon while sitting cross-legged in the middle of the dojo. 

“That’s a good idea!” Kenny stopped trying to fiddle with Ray’s tie, “where is he?” 

“Wait, wasn’t he driving some of us?” Mr. D said another driver will come to pick us up…”

“No, I’m certain we're all going in a limo.” 

Tyson started to panic, stuck between trusting Kenny or Ray, now that was a difficult decision. 

Hilary bellowed as she slammed the door open to the dojo. “Tyson! WHY aren’t you changed yet?” 

“I!” 

He started a lame excuse but she raised her voice again, “stop fiddling with that hunk of metal and go upstairs and put on your clothes right now!” 

“Who died and made you boss of BBA formal parties?” 

“I’m literally the party planner.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Fine!” Tyson got up and dusted off his pants, “but I’m going to complain the whole time, and I’m taking a shower!” 

“You don’t have time for a shower!” she slapped a hand to her forehead in exasperation. 

“Too bad.” Tyson stuck his tongue out at her. 

Upstairs, he took his time getting into the shower, it was fine if they were late for the party anyway, they didn’t have to be there on time. 

He washed his body, got out, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and blow-dried it. He even put on some make-up so he could feel extra fancy. He tied his hair up, admiring himself in the mirror, he looked so grown up now. His hair was long, and he loved tying it up traditionally. He ran a hand through his blue hair. He winked at himself, knowing he looked hot. 

He opened the door with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he left clothes on his bed he was going to wear. Beside his clothes, sitting on his bed was his silver-haired best friend and rival, dressed in a well-fitted Italian cut suit. 

Kai looked him up and down, “you should have been ready by now.” 

Tyson’s cheeks blushed, “why are you alone in my room?” 

Kai patted the dress shirt he left on his bed, “apparently Tyson Granger can’t dress himself- is this what you picked out?” 

“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?” 

Kai grinned, “Are you sure?” 

Tyson made sure to show he was offended, “it’s the nicest thing I own…” 

“I figured you’d say that.” Kai rose from the bed towards a hook on the door. He reached for a black garment bag that wasn’t there before. 

Tyson wondered where it came from, and when- did Kai just bring it? For him?

He placed it on the bed, undoing the zipper on the fancy black bag, “change into this.” 

“If it doesn’t look hot- I’m boycotting you.” 

Kai chuckled, “how do you boycott a whole person?” 

“It better look good on me, or you’ll find out.” 

Kai stood still, Tyson mumbled, “can you- can you turn around so I can change?”

“Oh, right- Yeah.” 

Kai walked towards the window and directed his attention outside, trying to ignore the fact Tyson was a towel away from being completely naked behind him. 

He heard the rustling of clothes behind him, and Tyson’s voice, “is everyone ready downstairs?” 

“They’ve already left in the limo Tyson.” 

“Limo!? You mean I could be in a limo right now?!” 

“You weren’t ready in time, so now you have to go with me, you’re lucky I stayed behind.” 

“Not like you aren’t usually fashionably late Kai. You can turn around now.” 

Kai flung his body around, hopefully, he didn’t seem too eager to see Tyson in a suit. 

Tyson was awkwardly fiddling with his cuffs, he had no tie on, and his buttons weren’t done right. 

Kai sighed, “Here.” He grabbed one of Tyson’s arms and started to straighten his cuffs, “Can you do your tie?” 

Tyson felt his face flush in embarrassment. Kai fixing his clothes was, in his eyes, the opposite of manly. 

“I uh,” Tyson didn’t want to admit it, “don’t know how to do it.” He said in a hushed voice.

“What was that?” Kai finished with his other arm and moved on to his buttons. 

“I don’t know how to tie a tie okay!?” Tyson avoided eye contact. 

Tyson had realized catching Kai's smile was becoming more common. 

Kai gave him one of those grins now, “it’s okay, I’ll do it for you.” 

“Can you teach me? I want to do it myself…” 

“No time, I can show you later though.” Kai reached into the black bag and pulled out a dark blue tie, it was soft with elegant subtle swirls on it. 

Tyson’s eyes widened in awe, he had never seen anything so fancy, and he was expected to wear it?!

“Where did you get this suit from?” Tyson asked as Kai adjusted his collar on his shirt. 

“Mr. Dickenson asked me to get you some nice clothes. I picked it out, I thought it would look good on you.”

Tyson felt an electric shock as Kai reached around his neck placing the tie on either side of him. 

“It was expensive.” Kai’s eyes met his, Tyson tried to keep his mouth closed, “don’t get food on it.” Kai threatened him. 

“I won’t!” Tyson’s voice squeaked. 

Kai worked on the tie while biting the insides of his cheeks, he had to refrain from touching Tyson’s chest, he compromised by running his knuckle along his pec while pulling the tie tighter. 

The delicate touch was not missed by Tyson, who felt a burning sensation flow up his spine. 

“There.” Kai stepped away when he was done with the tie. 

Tyson turned to a full length mirror he had on another side of the room. His eyes glowed when he got a look at himself, “Woah! Kai!” 

He did a twirl for the mirror, “Kai you made a good choice, this does look good on me!” 

Kai placed a hand in his pocket, “I told you.” 

It suddenly occurred to Tyson, he had never been in Kai’s car. He knew it was nice, He knew it was a supercharged sports car, but that was about it. Kai was particular who he let look at it, and now, he was letting Tyson sit passenger. Tyson stared at the white car in awe, he didn’t know much about cars, but it was obvious it was a big deal. 

Kai opened the passenger door for him, “are you getting in or are you going to stand there all night?” 

Tyson shook his head, “y-yeah! What kind of car did you say this was again?” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever asked, it’s an Aston Martin Superleggera.” 

“Sounds fancy,” Tyson remarked while climbing into it.

Kai leaned towards him before closing the door, “it is- put on your seatbelt.” 

The first thing Tyson noticed, Kai didn’t drive like someone in their late teens, he drove like an old man.

“For someone who’s incredibly late- you sure aren’t going anywhere fast.” 

Kai had one hand on the steering wheel, “you want me to go faster?” he blinked in surprise.

“Well, you have a turbo-charged sports car.” Tyson grinned, “send it.” 

“I didn’t know you were into fast cars?” Kai remarked. 

“Hell yeah, I am.” 

“Hold on.” 

Luckily there weren’t many cars on this road. 

Was it illegal? Don’t tell anyone.

Did Tyson realize that Kai shared the same adrenaline habits he did? Absolutely. 

They drove fast, Kai made turns expertly, Tyson laughed and cheered. 

Slowing down his pace, Tyson could feel his heart racing, “that was awesome.” 

Kai gifted him another one of his rare smiles, the kind that was becoming more frequent. 

The party venue felt a little monotone, maybe it was in comparison to the adrenaline rush they just had. 

“Holy!?- Tyson?” Max rushed over to him with a glass of juice in his hand, “there’s no way that’s you in that suit?” 

“Sure is,” Tyson’s face screamed happiness. 

Walking into the main hall, Tyson recognized everyone from his past tournaments, his old rivals, friends, everyone was excited to see him. 

Tyson became swarmed with people greeting him, Kai excused himself, to hide away in the corner. 

“What’s going on?” to his right side, Ray. 

“Not much, you?” 

Ray handed him a glass, probably juice, he took it. 

“Just finished saying hi to everyone, are you going to make the rounds?” Ray knew it was a  stupid question. 

“I’ll talk to whoever talks to me first.” Kai took a small sip of the glass. 

“Are you dancing tonight?” another stupid question from Ray.

Kai gave him an obvious expression, “you think I would?” 

He didn’t say no; Ray took the opportunity to squeeze humanity out of Kai, “out of everyone here, who would you dance with?” 

Kai surveyed the room, it caught Ray by surprise, he was actually thinking about it. 

“Probably Tyson-” Kai needed to think of a good excuse fast- “because I’m more familiar with him than anyone else.” He took a sip of his juice. 

“So then dance with him? You know everyone probably will by the end of the night.” 

Kai chuckled with his mouth in his glass, it fogged up slightly, “no, that would be weird.” 

 “I’ll ask him first if that makes you more comfortable.”

Kai shrugged in response. Ray patted his shoulder, placing down his empty glass on a nearby table, and he made his way towards Tyson who was already dancing in the middle of the room. 

Towards the other side of the room, Kai saw Mr. Dickenson in the corner of his eye, waving for him to come over to the group he was with. Kai rolled his eyes, he saw Hiro over there too. 

Reluctantly, he made his way over, he wasn't going to ignore Mr. Dickenson. 

The group had formed a circle, Miriah was there, Emily, Judy, and Michael. 

Kai gave everyone a friendly greeting, then they started making casual conversation, then it got down to business. Kai waved his hand in the air, “I’m not here to talk about the Hiwatari company tonight.” 

Hiro gave him an angry expression, but Mr. Dickeson understood, and so did Judy, they all kept making casual conversation. 

“Hey, weird question guys.” Miriah held up a pink phone with a picture on it.

Emily pointed to the screen, “Do you guys know what kind of flowers these are?” 

They piled around it, Max showed up behind them to check out the picture as well. Kai and Hiro saw the screen simultaneously, in unison they responded: 

“Himalayan blue poppies.” 

Hiro and Kai locked eyes immediately. Instantly ready to square up. 

“How do you know that?” Hiro’s voice had a hint of anger. 

“I’m not allowed to know a type of flower?” Kai spat back. 

Miriah squeezed herself in between them, “Calm down! Tyson got sent some- we don’t know who sent them.” 

“They’re my mom's favourite flower.” 

Max watched the situation, he stared at Kai, “no way…” he said under his breath.

The blond-haired boy grasped Kai’s arm, pulling him out of the group, far away from the angry brother. 

“Thanks, Max.” Kai was glad he managed to sneak him away without anyone noticing. 

“No problem dude.” Max smiled. 

Ray appeared beside them, with a worn-out Tyson by his side. 

“Kai, your turn!” He shoved Tyson into Kai. 

Tyson wasn’t expecting it, stabilizing himself by holding on to Kai’s shoulders, “Ray!” 

“Sorry!” 

Kai unconsciously helped Tyson keep his balance… by holding him by his waist. 

Tyson pulled himself away, Kai’s hands glided along his waist. 

“Apparently… You wanted to dance with me?” Tyson gave Kai an expression he couldn’t read. 

“I didn’t want to- I mean- if you want to?” Kai’s face turned a shade pinker. 

“Sure- I mean, if you want to?” Tyson swallowed, but his throat stayed dry. 

“Just go!” Ray pushed them towards the dance floor. 

Max yelled to Ray, “Ray! I have to tell you something…” 

In the middle of the dance floor, the duo had no idea what to do. 

“Um-” Tyson awkwardly placed his arms around Kai’s neck. 

“Isn’t that the female way..” Kai remarked

“Shut up!” Tyson felt awkward for some reason, even though before this, he danced with a dozen boys- and girls. 

Kai placed his hands on his hips, wondering how he ever ended up here. 

“Here…” Kai grasped one of his hands, keeping one hand on his waist. 

Tyson’s hand that wasn’t wrapped in Kais, was placed on his shoulder, he slowly let it slide towards his neck, playing with the loose strands of hair, focused on the way it shimmered in the lights. 

“How do you know how to dance?” 

“Rich boy.” 

“Really?” Tyson laughed, imagining a young Kai learning ballroom dance. 

“I can also play some piano.” 

“Wow, what else can you do rich boy?” Tyson titled his head, unconsciously teasing him. 

“Some violin, calligraphy in English, Ballroom dance, paperwork…” 

“I’m surprised you’re telling me this.” Tyson admired his face up close, when did he get such a cute face? 

Kai held Tyson closer, his face centimeters away from his, “if you tell, no one will believe you.” 

Tyson let out a hard laugh. People in the room began to stare, but they didn’t notice, they were lost in their own little world. 

Kai felt sweat form in between Tyson’s palm and his, but he didn’t care. He watched his blue hair sway, and his lips curve into smiles, he blinked suddenly, becoming aware of the way he was looking at him. 

Kai let go of Tyson, taking a step away from him, “sorry- I’m going to get some air.” 

Kai disappeared into another room, leaving Tyson flustered on the dance floor. 

Outside Kai closed the metal door behind him, he held the railing of the balcony. “What am I doing?” he whispered to nobody. 

“Sending him flowers, driving him around, dancing with him- Why can’t I just-” 

He heard the door open and close behind him, “Are you alright Kai? You left so fast…” 

Hearing Tyson’s voice was liquid ecstasy. He closed his eyes, absorbing it, before finding the courage to turn around. 

“I’m fine.” He gave Tyson a grin, but Tyson saw through it. 

“You’re all in your head,” Tyson remarked and stepped closer to him. 

Kai had his back to the railing, he couldn’t run away anymore.

Tyson was too close, he looked in Kai’s eyes, deep into his mind, looking for any sign that something was off. 

Tyson lifted his hand, and rested it on his cheek, “what’s going on with you?” 

Kai felt his whole body melt, pure happiness, absolute comfort. At the next words, he felt like he could float away-

“You know you can tell me anything right?” 

Kai felt his lungs stop working, no air, his brain fired electrical impulses at lightning speed but no thoughts were being created.

“Did you send the flowers?” Tyson kept his hand on Kai’s cheek. 

“Y- yeah,” Kai admitted, still not breathing. 

“How did you know about them?” 

“You leave your mothers journals everywhere-” 

“And you read them?!” 

“No- Well, yes. But I wasn’t reading her writing, I was reading your notes on the sides.” 

Tyson remembered a sticky note he put on a page, mentioning where he could get seeds for his mother's favourite flowers, that he so desperately wanted. 

 “Why?” Tyson’s voice was serious but so calming. 

Kai closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them.

“I think I like you.” 

Neither one of them dared to move. 

Silence, for minutes, as Tyson’s hand stayed on Kai’s face, growing colder by the minute. 

“I’m sorry- it was weird, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Kai tried to turn his face away from him, trying to brush off the encounter. 

“No!” Tyson used his hand to push Kai back to his original position. 

Kai’s face grew red, Tyson’s did too.

“I! I think that-” Tyson blubbered trying to find the right words, Kai gripped the railing behind him. 

“Ah- screw it-” Tyson’s eyes were damp, he stared at the sky before taking a deep breath.

“Ty!-” 

Tyson’s lips were pressed against his. He didn’t know what to do- he had wished for it for so long- and now, all of the sudden? 

“Mm!” Tyson made some noise as he kept doing it, messy, but fun. 

Kai used his hands to run through Tyson’s hair from the back of his neck, grabbing the back of his head and a handful of hair, pulling him closer.

Their bodies were against each other, they could feel each other’s hearts trying to leap out of their chests. 

Kai tried to pull away, to get some air- Tyson grabbed his tie and pulled him back into him, making out with him more. 

Finally, Tyson let Kai go, he was still chocolate he was told not to have, and he wanted more.

“What- I, Tyson?” Kai stumbled over his words. 

 “It’s alright Kai.” Tyson gave him a quick kiss on his soft lips, “it’s okay.”

[mrsren]

👀

Time Travel Sirimione.

Inside of Malfoy Manor, Hermione attempted to strengthen her resolve as Bellatrix Lestrange cackled, hovering over her, her wand poised in one hand, and a cursed knife in the other. Whatever curse she had cast, Hermione only knew that she had never heard it before, and that it must have come from a tome on dark magic.

With Ron, and Harry being dragged into the cellar, she bit down on her bottom lip hard so she wouldn’t cry out for either of them. Weakness in the face of her enemy wouldn’t do, not when she knew full well she was likely about to die. If she was going to die by a bloodthirsty maniac - well, she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of making her break.

It was when she spat in Lestrange’s face while she demanded to know where the Sword of Gryffindor was, but after she’d carved Mudblood into her arm. Her face contorted in anger, and her lips curved into a sick grimace while she leaned over Hermione, screaming in her face. “Filthy Mudblood!” She hissed.

And perhaps she should have cared more about finding a way out of this place, but Hermione could not bring herself to give a single fuck when she asked as calmly as possible, “Is that the only insult you have?”

Bellatrix shrieked, and flipped the knife around in her hand, before bringing it down, and stabbing Hermione directly in the heart.

It was similar to Apparition, the way she felt like she was being squeezed through an enclosed tunnel, but it was also completely different. She could feel herself falling, and screaming so loud she thought her eardrums were going to burst.

Hermione realized she was falling through time mere seconds before her back slammed against something hard, and the breath was knocked out of her. Gasping for air, and fumbling for her wand, her fingers wrapped around a wand that was not the vine wood one she had carried for the last seven years.

“Miss, are you alright?” It was a young boy, probably no older than twelve years old that crouched down next to her. He wore black trousers, and a gray jumper, but there was no mistaking the Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around his neck. And in an instant, she knew this was not her time. “You’re bleeding!” He shouted, shoving his friend. “Find a professor.” He urged the other boy, this one clad in Ravenclaw house colors.

“I can walk.” She muttered, rolling onto her stomach to use her good arm to help herself off of the ground. “Is Dumbledore still the headmaster?” Hermione asked tentatively, holding her wand up. “Son of a bitch.” She hissed, ignoring the wide eyed look the boy at her side wore. It was Lestrange’s wand, and if she used it at all, it was bound to backfire horribly.

He nodded. “I’ve never seen you before.”

She shook her head. “I’d imagine not. I’m not from..here,” Hermione looked around, and though the castle looked the exact same, she knew nothing else was. Outside of the walls, the war must still be brewing. Her mind jumped to the best possible outcome, that this was far enough in the past that maybe the first Wizarding World hadn’t taken place yet and -

Horrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time, Harry.

The words of herself, which she didn’t much care for the advice now, rattled around in her head. Horrible things would happen to wizards if she didn’t meddle with time, and if she were lucky, she could destroy the future she knew. An awful idea really, considering there was not way to know what would happen. The possibilities were endless: she could make things worse, first and foremost, she could expose herself, and wind up in the clutches of the snake faced bastard - if he looked into her mind, hope would be lost, Harry would be lost -, but the most tempting was the one where she eliminated the future dark forces that would try to enter Hogwarts, even if it caused her to vanish.

The matter of it was that Hermione Granger could cease to exist, and that was a sacrifice she could make.

“Is Dumbledore the headmaster?” She asked again, and this time he gave an answer, nodding his head rather dumbly. “I need to see him.”

“I’m pretty sure you need to see Madam Pomfrey first.” He argued, tugging on her jean jacket to lead her down the corridor. “What happened to you? You look like you’ve been in a battle.”

Hermione kept her mouth shut, letting him lead her. A pain potion couldn’t hurt, and if she was in front of Madam Pomfrey, she’d be able to arrange a meeting with Albus Dumbledore. Until she asked, “Would you mind telling me the date?”

He looked at her as if she had two heads before muttering under his breath that she must have hit her head too hard. “It’s October twenty sixth; just how hard did you hit your head?”

She could have cursed under her breath. Of course he didn’t offer the year, because if you asked her what the bloody date was, she wasn’t likely going to tack the year onto it because it should have been obvious. Hermione’s laugh was uncomfortable. “I must have hit it extremely hard considering I couldn’t even tell what the year is.”

“It’s 1981.” He told her as just as the rounded a corner, and she came face to face with a younger looking Albus Dumbledore.

“My dear,” he began.

She felt faint. James and Lily Potter would be murdered in five days. “Headmaster, could I speak with you in private?” Hermione asked, bile raising in her throat. “I know how I look, but it can’t wait.”

He looked over her once, twice, his eyes lingering on the droplets of blood that dripped from the end of her arm. Hermione clutched her forearm through her jean jacket, but the blood stains blossomed underneath her grip, but it was the last thing she needed to worry about. “What does this urgent matter concern?” He asked kindly, and there were wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled.

Without hesitating, she said the only thing that she could think of that wouldn’t automatically click for the two adolescents in front of her. “Tom Riddle Jr.” Hermione deadpanned, and she reached up, the wound on her arm reopening, and unclasped the time turner that was around her neck. She concealed within her hand well before taking his - her nails were crusted with blood, dirt, and grime from months on the run - hand, and slapping it against his palm.

Headmaster Dumbledore held it up to where his students could only see the silver chain, and his smile didn’t falter when he looked at the trinket she was sure he had a version of in his office. “I see. Let’s get you into my office so we can discuss the severity of the matter. I’ll send for Poppy to attend to you there.” She gave a jerky nod. Dumbledore turned the boys once more. “Thank you for helping her. Twenty points to Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.”

The two of them grinned, high fiving the other, and she was unable to hold back the smile when they took off down the corridor while chattering that they were both ahead of Slytherin now. “Some things never change.” She mused, turning back to her Headmaster. “It’s 1981?”

“It is, my dear.”

She grimaced, taking the time turner back from him as if it were a security blanket. The jagged metal sliced into her fingers as she squeezed it. “Then you need to relocate James and Lily Potter immediately, change their secret keeper, and detain Peter Pettigrew.”

His eyes narrowed from behind his glasses. “It seems we have quite a bit to discuss.”

It seemed, she corrected in her head, that she had quite a bit to fix.

The halls of Hogwarts hadn’t changed in the last sixteen years she noticed, but as Dumbledore led her into his office, she noticed that he used a password that she remembered. “Lemon drop.” He said, before twisting the door knob, and letting her in.

Hermione slid her jacket from her shoulders, bundling it in her lap, and sinking into the chair opposite his desk. The blood on her arm hadn’t clotted yet, and she cringed even looking at it. Feeling his eyes on her, she told him “It was a cursed knife.”

“Ah,” Dumbledore settled into his chair. “You say we need to relocate the Potters?”

“I understand that you will probably tell me the same thing you told me when I was in my third year of Hogwarts, that time is not to b changed, but if you tell me that today, I will bring a hammer down on this timeline.” He didn’t react to her threat. “In 1998 there is a war that is raging on, and forgive me for my nonchalance, but I couldn’t give a damn if you know what happens.”

“You plan to alter the past to save the future, is that it?” He mused, clasping his hands, and leaning forward on his desk. “You wouldn’t be the first to try.”

Hermione swallowed, brushing her matted hair out of her face. “In five days, James and Lily will be murdered by Lord Voldemort, and he in turn will seem to have been killed by Harry. However, when he returns to Hogwarts, it’s revealed that it’s not true. In fact, Harry is one of seven horcruxes.”

“And what of Peter Pettigrew?”

“You advised them to change their Secret Keeper to Peter because you hypothesized that Sirius would be the first one they would look for. Pettigrew betray the Potters, and it’s because of him they’re killed on Halloween of this year, and Harry grows up in an abusive home with his Muggle relatives.”

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‘Goddess’ - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 3.5k

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing, toxic marriage, indicated abuse.

|| Masterlist in bio ||

-

Unhappiness. That is what she would describe her feeling at the moment. It was just unhappiness and no motivation. Y/N’s life is routine. She has come to the conclusion that her life is being a housewife and making sure her husband goes happy. Might that be making sure his whiskey is already poured and on the counter when he got home or to go through the irritating sex that night in which to please him. She is not who she use to be and it hurts her.

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, coming from the kitchen to see her husband. Chris looked at her with a gentle smile.

“Boys night, at the pub.” That wasn’t fair, it was his turn to put the kids down so she can meet up with a few of her girlfriends, but nevertheless, this was normal.

“It was my turn.” She tried to fight back, argue that she needs this one night this month to feel like a normal twenty-eight year old. Chris groaned.

“Y/N, babe, I just need this one night, ok?” She looked at him, trying in her best interest to ignore the anger inside her.

“Who will be there?”

“Harry, Louis, Jeff, Niall, some boys from the firm. Manchester is playing.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“You promised Charlotte to tuck her in.” Chris grabbed the bridge of his nose and groaned, “And Poppy asked you to read her a story, Chris. Please do this not for me but for them.”

“YN…” She placed the pot down from cleaning it and huffed.

“Move boys night here. I can go upstairs, I won’t trouble you. You have enough liquor to suffice and the telly is big for the game. I won’t bother you.”

“Fine. But you can’t bother us.” She nodded, going upstairs.

-

Chatter is what she heard from upstairs. It bothered her indeed, but at least her husband followed out his fatherly duties before excusing himself to hang with the boys.

She went downstairs a little later than nine, making her way down the hallway. Harry went down the hallway looking for the washroom when he saw her. The word beauty not even enough to describe this woman in satin pyjamas and hair in a messy bun.

“Washroom?” Y/N looked up hearing a deep British accent that she hasn’t heard yet.

“Right here.” She pushed open the door next to her. Harry smiled at the goddess.

“I’m Harry,” he placed his hand out for her to shake.

“Y/N, I am Chris’ wife.” Wife. Fuck. He should’ve known.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N smiled at the attractive stranger but made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

The subtle chatter of male gossip was exchanged between them as Y/N slowly made her way through the kitchen.

Harry sat next to Louis as he turned around, catching the eye of one of his best friends, “There she is!” Y/N perked out from the local Donny.

“Hey, Lou.” She smiled, as Louis got up and made her way towards her.

Chris glared at his wife’s embrace with Louis. He wasn’t much of sharer, especially with a girl like her.

“Where have you been all night?”

“Upstairs, sending in some reports for work, yadda, yadda, yadda.” Louis chuckled at her, kissing her cheek and grabbing a beer.

“Hard worker as always, love. Join the game.” He plopped himself back on the couch as Chris made his way to her. Harry was behind her, grabbing a beer.

“I told you to stay upstairs.” He grabbed her hand and whispered yell.

“I just needed to grab a glass of water.” She replied. Chris wasn’t in the best mood and she reckoned he was on his third or fourth whiskey by now.

“You could’ve done that upstairs.”

“I had no glass.”

“Y/N?” She turned around glad that Harry broke up this argument.

“Where are the beers?” She looked towards the bar fridge and saw nothing.

“We must’ve run out, let me get some.” Harry perked up.

“I can come.” Chris was sitting in front of the telly, too drunk to even comprehend.

“Ok.”

-

At first, the drive was quiet. Harry came tonight because he had a few mates going, but he didn’t even expect to see such a beauty with such a terrible husband. He wanted to talk to her about it, but he only just met her.

“Does he always treat you like that?” Y/N looked over, eyebrows furrowed.

“Who treats me like what?” Harry looked at her, seeing the pain by just her voice.

“Your husband.” Y/N laughed a little.

“He’s a good man, Harry.”

“I am sure he is, but he doesn’t respect you.”

“He’s only drunk.” Excuse over excuse over excuse. Harry has known this woman for a short period of time, but he only wants to relieve her of this pain.

“Do you have kids?”

“I do, two girls.” He smiled, her voice instantly changed when talking about her babies.

“Ok, we’re here.”

-

That is how they met. That is how he slid his way into her life, and here she was, two years later and still just as miserable.

Chris hates the relationship between Harry and his wife. Y/N noticed this, Harry noticed it, fuck maybe even the girls. But, she was happy around Harry, something Chris could never have given to her.

But, after that night at the gas station, Harry doesn’t talk about her relationship anymore as she was quite sensitive over it. Instead, he waits until she comes to him.

Harry is sneaky. After that night, he purposely forgot his wallet at her house, then his phone, then he created an excuse of having a meeting with her husband, just to see the sad goddess. This created Y/N to feel normal for once, to feel like a human again without a routine and a constant reminder of her horrible sex life.

Chris is Harry’s lawyer, more as One Direction’s lawyer, but he is good at his job and continued to have him working for him after the band broke up. In fact, he got quite close to Chris yet he never mentioned his two daughters and a perfect smart wife. Harry was gobsmacked. If he was the one with such a beautiful wife and children, he’d tell everyone because he’d be so proud to have such a perfectly loving family.

Y/N is young. Way too young for Chris. Harry learnt all of this when Chris fucked off to LA for a weekend and Y/N was too stressed to talk, so she called him, they sat and she let her heart go.

-

“I can’t keep living like this, H.” Harry grabbed her hand squeezing it and pulling it close, trying his best to make her comfortable, yet he just wants to hold her on the sofa and say it’ll be alright.

“Ok, I am here, love.” He rubbed her hand with his thumb, watching tears flood down her face as she began feeling human again with emotions upon emotions.

“I am thirty. I should be happy and possibly engaged and doing what I want with life with doing yoga classes or collecting crystals or some hippie shit like that. But no, I am married with two girls. I love my babies, I do. Poppy is the most amazing five-year-old and Charlotte, my little Char, she is just two and she doesn’t know anything and she is just amazing. But, I am stressed trying to play happy family with a forty-year-old who still doesn’t know where the g-spot is or how to give the perfect orgasm or let alone know the difference between his nose and his asshole.” A little too much information, but he was there, holding her.

Y/N looked at Harry. She recognised the look the look of love and life. Harry looked at her as if the world has stopped around them and it is just her and him in their own bubble.

“I have a fucking med degree, Harry.” He didn’t know that. “And he told me to leave my career to have kids and I fucking listened to that asshole. He just leaves me here to put my life together to make him look perfect.” Harry shushed her, bringing her head into his chest and letting her sob.

-

Harry and Y/N are good for each other. It was coffee dates, lunch dates, concerts, pubs, etc. Harry was someone Y/N never had in her life, a friend that everyone dreams of.

Over the course of those two years when they got to one another, Harry began adapting feelings that were wrong. He dreamed of how she’d taste or her face when he gave her the orgasm she dreamed of. It wasn’t just dirty dreams, it was holding her hand when she was giving birth, how she’d look when she was walking down the aisle to him. It was his dream of a family with her. She was the one.

Harry was done by Chris. His friendship ended a long time ago when he got extremely jealous over their friendship, so Harry cut it. Harry decided that he wants to grow his friendship with the goddess in disguise and try to help her with every inner and outer demon.

One night he was done with the family. It was a simple ‘celeb’ party that Chris got invited too, Harry as well. But, he was so done with the fact that Y/N is an object to him.

-

Y/N looked at the mirror in front of her, sliding her hands down her body, getting rid of the wrinkles and as well as judging her shape. She wasn’t her twenty-year-old self now, her body was disgusting. She did have two babies and you can’t go back after that, but she tried to please Chris with trying to get it back to its original shape.

“Have you tried the keto diet?” She turned around, placing a facade over herself; smile complimenting her.

“I’ve tried everything, Chris.” He rolled his eyes, going to the bathroom to grab his watch. “Is the sitter here?” A low grumble of a ‘yes’ came from their ensuite as Y/N grabbed her heels and headed to the door.

“Charlotte is down, and Miss Poppy can go down in about half an hour. You know the routine, Jenna, we’ll be home before midnight.” She told the sitter, grabbing her clutch and jacket and walking towards her daughter and placing a gentle kiss on her head. “Love you, Pop.” Poppy replied with her cute little voice that made Y/N remember that it was all worth it.

“Called an uber, we’re gonna be late.” Chris grabbed her hand and headed towards the car.

The bar is where she goes when her husband leaves her to talk to his mates. She knew she was an accessory that he was once so proud to have; skinny, perfect body to fat ratio, smart and good looking. It was perfect for him, but now she wasn’t. She wasn’t what she was eight years ago.

“How do you know David Beckham?” She rolled her eyes at Harry who found her at the bar.

“Won’t know.” She mumbled, Harry smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek as he ordered himself a whiskey.

“What ya drinking?” She laughed.

“Rum.” She flatly replied.

“Just rum?”

“Yup, just rum. The cheapest rum on the menu cause it gets you drunk faster.” Right after that, she realised how pathetic that was. She had to get drunk in order to survive this tonight. If Chris found out, that would’ve been bad.

“Where’s the hubby?” Y/N rolled her eyes, Harry knew that look though.

“Playing poker.” He looked behind her head and saw something in which he tried to distract Y/N. Chris had his slimy hand on some blonde’s thigh in an open cut dress, it was slowly going up. What an ass.

When Harry first met Chris, he never mentioned his wife or children. He didn’t wear a ring while Y/N wore a giant diamond that she hates. She was property to him.

“I drove here, wanna get out and head to the meadow.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“You’re so fucking cliché.” -

She looked up at the stars, lying back on the grass on the hill that you could see London from. Harry wasn’t staring at the sky, he was staring at her. She was the stars in the sky to him.

“I knew about that blonde in the pub,” Harry was caught off guard, ”I am an expert at finding him do the smallest things. I knew about the blonde, I knew about the Asian girl in Australia, I knew about that American girl that worked for him. I know everything Harry and I am still the one he goes home to at night.” Harry nodded.

“And having shitty sex.” She laughed, looking at him; hand behind his head as he stared at her with those sparkly eyes.

“Yes, our shitty sex.” She moved over so that she was rolled over on her side looking at him.

“When was the last time you orgasmed?” She looked at him with shock.

“That’s quite personal, H.” Harry nodded his head.

“Yeah, sorry, don’t need to answer-”

“Our second night after the wedding,” six years ago, “you’re gonna hate me, but it wasn’t even with him. He left me to fly to America. I was still in Australia. So I hooked up with some Australian dude. I was angry and I regretted it.”

“Why did you stay with him?” Harry didn’t care about that, fuck he was glad. After all the shit he pulled over her.

“Because I was broke. I had a shitty childhood so I thought what he gave me was actually love.” Fair enough answer. “Before you ask, I stay with him for the kids.” She pulled herself up, sitting with her knees tucked in. “I want to leave him.”

Harry followed her actions, sitting and leaning towards her. His tattooed hand went to her hair, fiddling with it as he looked at her with such awe in his eyes.

“He wasn’t there for either of the girls’ birth. He left me on our honeymoon. I am in love with another man. He’s probably cheating on me. He uses me as an object. I am nothing to me. Obsessive, possessive, no respect for woman.” Y/N looked at him and smiled.

“Leave him.” She scoffed, rubbing the skin under her eyes.

“I can’t, H,” Harry shook his head, “He’d ruin my life if I leave him.” Harry kept shaking his head.

“Look at me, love,” Y/N looked at the curly haired man and just smiled. Harry moved his thumb under her eyes, rid the tears. “Kiss me.” He flatly said, she smiled, shaking her head. “Fuck Chris, kiss me, love.” She looked back at him.

He leant his head into hers, letting the two meet halfway. It was blissful. The kiss was everything she wanted and more. Harry moved his hands to her back, letting her straddle him as they made up. Y/N’s hands all in his hair as they just made out like two horny teenagers.

She pulled away at first, both catching their breath as they both looked at each other. She kissed his lips again, and it was the whole cycle again.

-

Y/N stumbled back home, Harry’s arm wrapped around her as they giggled walking towards her door. Harry was about to grab the handle when the door opened, an angry husband in front of them. Y/N’s demeanour changed instantly, fear replacing the joy.

“Where were you?” She heard the anger through his voice as he spat each word at her.

“I was out.” He raised his eyebrows. Harry’s arm around her still.

“Where? Why? You were perfectly fine at the pub. I took my eye off of you for one second and you’re gone with him.” He spat ‘him’.

Harry was about to open his mouth when she cut him, “I went out with a friend to the park to talk. I didn’t want to be around people tonight.” Chris shook his head.

“Unacceptable. I needed you. I needed you to be with me tonight, right next to me, like you are supposed to do.”

“She’s not an object, Chris.” Y/N turned towards her lover, spitting his name out.

“You’re not one to speak, Harry.” Harry was done with this.

“Says you with that blonde model all handsy tonight. Probably thankful that you couldn’t spot your wife tonight so you get a BJ in the bathroom.” Chris reached forward, grabbing Y/N’s petite body and throwing her inside.

“Fuck off, Styles, don’t ever come near my family again or else I’ll kill you myself.”

-

Harry hasn’t seen Y/N for weeks. He was worried. He tried to contact her, but her phone was unreachable. No one was home when he went over to her house. He was generally worried for her especially with that asshole of a husband with her.

Four weeks, one month, it was getting too much. He wasn't himself, he missed her. He missed her because she was his heroin, the only good thing in his life. He spent his days dreaming of her and sitting at home in his own pity.

A knock interrupted his pity party one night. He was on beer number two, watching the football game on the telly. Harry got up, slowly making his way to the door, and opening it, wanting all this to end.

He didn’t expect to see her. Not just her, but her as a mother at that moment. Y/N was standing there, a baby against her chest and a little one holding her hand. She was here and she looked ok.

“I am sorry.” Harry instantly opened the door wider, letting them come in. He grabbed Charlotte from her and held her.

“Can we crash?” Harry instantly nodded. Letting her lead her five-year-old to the guest bedroom, Harry following behind her. He watched as she got her little ones ready for bed, letting them snuggle her, give a cuddle to Harry and gently rocking them both off to sleep. She was the perfect mother any child could dream of and he loved her.

“Let’s talk.” She told him, closing the door behind herself and looking at Harry with so much love.

Harry nodded, looking at her and she couldn’t speak as she walked to his bedroom. He closed the door as she let all the tears she was holding in for weeks out. Harry instantly was one his feet walking towards her and giving her a hug and mumbling words in her ear, ‘everything will be alright’. He didn’t know where this conversation was going, he didn’t know why she was here. All he knew was the love of his life was crying and he couldn’t do anything to help it.

“I left him.” He was so relieved. So relieved that that monster was gone. He smiled, kissing her lips and hugging her so tight.

“Harry?” He pulled away, both of them sitting on his bed as she sniffled and she figured out what to say next. Y/N pulled the t-shirt she was wearing off as she let Harry look at the bruises all over her body.

“No.” She nodded, tears clouding her eyes.

“I am glad he touched me and not the kids.” Harry kept shaking his head, not able to process this information.

“When?”

“The night you dropped me off. I’ve been with my mum for the past few weeks. I am sorry that I didn’t text you back and all. I was just in shock and I didn’t know what to do.” He couldn’t believe her, he couldn’t believe all this.

“We gotta-”

“I’ve already filed everything, hun,” she patted his leg, “This was just a wakeup call.” She was always too positive. But, Harry got up and went to the ensuite, grabbing the first aid kit.

“Harry.” She tried to stop, but he wasn’t having it.

“Let me, love.”

[queenmiriamele]

Tagged by @queen-of-salt-and-fury! Thank you.

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

Dragons, for killing evil men purposes, obviously.

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?

Soundcloud.

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

Several history books, specially regarding fascism.

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

I don't mind, as long as they are my size. Most of my clothes right now are second hand aniways.

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

I won some extra money washing my aunts kitchen and bathrooms walls. She paid me well.

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

I will read more again.

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

The sky, to watch everything else from where I am.

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yes.

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

No

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

Fine.

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

It was a nightmare. My cat was ill.

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?

Three chocolates cake

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?

Intelligence/ignorance

water lilly; when was the last time you cried?

Two nights ago, over the nightmare.

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

Yes.

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?

Lick

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

Probably Pride and Prejudice or Lilo and Stitch.

desert rose; do you like yourself?

Most of the times

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Yes, I met Mary Beard in person and I acted as translator when she visited the Ancient History department at my college.

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

Two: France and Belgium.

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

Yes, several castles, fortress and alcazars, and participated in the archeological excavations of one (Gozon)

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

I don't know.

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?

Lots of things and nothing at all.

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

Gemini, but i don't act like one at all.

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

I've got really small feet. There are only 94 women with my first name in Spain. I'm currently reading 'the dagger' from His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman. My favorite drink is diet cola. I don't like any of Tarantino's movies.

daphne; do you believe in karma?

No.

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

Not besides early stages.

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

Mary Beard, Taylor Swift and Ter as professional women. As a person anyone who stands to defend themselves and others.

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

Several biblical stories, specially the ones turning around King David.

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

No.

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

No

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

The 60s. Late 19th century. 1st century BCE Rome.

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?

No, unless I got a permanent salary despite not working, and permanent youth for me and my loved ones.

primula; what makes you sad?

Suffering, mine and other's.

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not? Yes. I did the same I do every Tuesday.

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

My mom and my BFF

Lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

Chocolate cookies.

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

Yes, I would choose another master and risk more on my professional options.

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

Annie Dalton's books' heaven.

violet; favorite tv show?

Aquí no hay quien viva.

sunflower; share a favorite quote.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

Wake up around 9. It's sunny but cool. I read until 12, go outside, have the meal at a restaurant. Go home and dedicate the evening for my hobbies.

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

Reading, watching movies, TV shows and YouTube videos. Puzzles. Tabletop games.

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

Dying my hair blue, but i did it.

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

My age or older.

sweet pea; who means the world to you? My mom, my BFF and my cats. why? They are my emotional support.

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

Colleen McCullough Masters of Rome. Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion by Jane Austen. Lazarillo de Tormes. Gemma Doyle Series by Libba Bray at the top of my head.

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

Prince Zuko.

magnolia; coffee or tea?

None.

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

Loved.

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

Cat person.

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction? Diet cola and YouTube.

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

Not really.

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

Blue turquoise.

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not? Yes

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

Morning

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

Yes, depression, several times.

clover; how would your friends describe you? Responsible and capable.

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert? Introvert.

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

Bad but entertaining comedy shows and wartime romance movies.

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

Critical, empathetic, intelligent.

lotus; best memory as a child?

Watching cartoons, buying books and toys.

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color? Green, brown.

dahlia; do you like crystals? I'm indifferent

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be? Poverty.

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house? Ravenclaw.

calendula; biggest pet peeve? I don't know.

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet? Second.

blazing star; share a secret. If I share it is not a secret.

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier? Happier

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

Daenerys Targaryen

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

No

nymphea; forest or river? River.

orchid; do you like exercise? No, I hate it.

pansy; do you like poetry? Some of it.

morning glory; any special talent that you have?

Critical analysis skills.

@latristereina, @marta-elentari, @niniane17, @oadara, @tatticstudio55

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Bed of Roses (Last Chapter - 21)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: THE LAST CHAPTER. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE. i feel like before i start my thank yous i could give you some weird trivia on the story. i wrote the entire outline for the fic at a weekend shift at work, where i always have free time. i had some smaller ideas - them meeting at a bar and not seeing again, the whole kensingon-taxi-class thing from the beginning - but there was a sudden burst of inspiration and in like twenty minutes the outline was done, and very little has changed, i mostly just added some more details. also, i imagine the reader as alicia silverstone in the 90s?? idk. i just do. also, the reader thing with new york comes from the fact that i lived there for a while and i miss it so much, so thats why theres so much detail about places and stuff - its my form of revisiting my favourite spots there. also, will (REMEMBER WHEN) was written with sebastian stan in mind, and liv tyler (in her lord of the rings days) was poppy. i did too much research for this fic on queen history, and everytime i had to change something (especially in the first act) so the dates made more sense, it KILLED ME.

anyway, now the thank yous: SHIT THIS FIC IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER ON MY LIFE. its my first time writing such a long story without abandoning it, and my first time writing fiction in english, so i learned so much!! i was doing some research the other day, and the great gatsby is like 47k words long, and the first harry potter is around 70k words long - bed of roses is around 60k words long. this is crazy.

it's also my first story to get this many readers interacting with me, and i'm so grateful for you all!! i thought about thanking you all by name, but i dont want anyone to feel left out so i just want every and each one of you reading these words to know: if you read my story, thank you. thank you for giving me your time of the day, thank you for connecting with what i wrote, thank you for telling me in any way possible that you've enjoyed it. thank you. a writer must write, but theres not a lot of joy in talking to an empty room. you filled my small room with warmth and love and there's not enough words to express my gratitude for you all. thank you.

about my writing: i plan on FINALLY DOING THE MANY REQUESTS I HAVE IGNORED OVER THIS FINAL ACT OF BED OF ROSES - requests are still open, too! i'm also outlining a smaller roger x reader fic where she's one of the videographers on the news of the world documentary, so keep an eye out for that! i'm gonna open a permanent taglist for the requests (and eventual new fic), so if you want to be added, hit me up in the ask box/comments/inbox!

anyway i'll finally wrap up this chapter's note cause you have the final chapter to read. enjoy my loves

Words: nearly 4k

Warnings: none??? part of their dialogue is inspired by some of my favourite movies and books like her and the wife and almost famous and before sunrise and the fault in our stars and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and maybe more I DONT KNOW ITS BEEN AN EMOTIONAL RIDE OK I CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHERE DID I PULL THIS FROM EXACTLY. some errors too cause i didnt revise it completely my bad im crying ok

 ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

 Chapter 21

Roger lit a cigarette in the train cabin, and tried to open the top window, the one you can usually pull open.

"Rog, it's not gonna open, you know", you told him as you watched him fiddling with the glass.

"I guess you're right. Hope you won't be bothered by the smoke", he said, taking a puff.

"I won't if you share it with me", you answered, and with a half smile on his lips, Roger lifted the cigarette to your lips, and you breathed in the smoke while looking at him through your lashes.

"Don't look at me like that. Especially if the cigarette smoke is going to leave the cabin sultry and hot", he told you, and you laughed.

"Yeah, and we won't do anything about it", you said, trying to make yourself more comfortable in your seat.

"And why is that?", he asked, batting his lashes innocently at you, you you lightly elbowed his ribs.

"We need to do something else, something we've been ignoring the whole trip", you said, and he raised his brow. "We need to talk about us", you told him, and he breathed out, smoke coming out of his nose.

"I guess you're right again", he said, then slid a bit down on his seat.

You didn't think much about talking about your future with Roger while in Paris, so now has to be the time, on a train that will take you to London and to a whole month of Roger being away, promoting News Of The World.

While in Paris, you never talked to Roger about the future, and talks of the past where subtle - you talked about how you felt with the development Doctor Who took over the years, but didn't think much about the fact that you were separate during years of the show.

You enjoyed the city, but most of all, you enjoyed each other's presence, not only going to museums, churches and castles around you, following them up with fancy dinners and walks along the Seine, but you also spent time inside the room, in your pajamas, ordering take out from restaurants you found on the phone book, having a hard time trying to speak french as Roger tickled the sole of your feet and kept trying to distract you.

You would always remember the peace you felt as you ate cheap chinese food on Roger's shirt on the balcony at night, the Eiffel Tower shining over your meal and Roger's electric blue eyes as he hummed early David Bowie's songs under his breath, or how at home you felt sitting on the couch, Roger on the floor with his head on your lap, his soft strands on your fingers as you tried to braid them while watching re-runs of I Dream of Jenie, Roger focused, trying to understand the french dubbing until he noticed what you were doing.

"Babe, are you trying to braid my hair? Think I'd look better if I'd look more girly?", he said, moving his head back so he can look at you.

"Yeah. Always thought so, but I'll have to keep imagining, since your hair is too short to braid", you pouted, and he laughed.

"Don't you like my new hair, then?", he asked, pouting back, and you moved your head to his level so you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love it, Rog. Especially cause since it's shorter, it looks even messier after I pull it", you said, and he smirked. "My favourite look of yours is when you're all dishevelled after sex", you winked, teasing him.

"That's my favourite, too", he said, turning completely around and pulling you in for a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck.

But now, while in the smoke filled train cabin, you needed to make a few things clear.

"I've been avoiding this for a reason", he said, looking out the window, and you raised your brow, waiting for him to explain. "I have this weird, innate fear of you telling me it's all good but you don't want to see me again, or something", he said, and you gave him a half smile.

"I don't want to do this, Rog. And I won't do it", you told him, and he sighed in relief.

"Even though loving you is a bit complicated, I'll admit. Especially if you're me", you shrugged, and he turned to you, confused.

"Let me explain. I loved your idea for a bed of roses, a few days ago, cause it can exemplify our relationship so well. The roses feel so good against the skin, the smell is so intoxicating, it looks so beautiful - maybe too beautiful, ethereal, even. But then there's always a few thorns here and there, and they hurt so much when they lodge themselves on my skin, but I'm so intoxicated by the whole experience that I don't mind - I convince myself that it's nothing, and even that it's already part of me already, cause the thorns fit so perfectly on me, on my little stabs made by myself, by my own insecurities", you say, and he stares at you.

"What I'm trying to say is that every minute that I'm with you always distract me from the issues that come with being with you - the fact that there's a few expectations that come with being your serious girlfriend, be them always travelling with you while we're young, or eventually staying home once we have kids, knowing that you'll eventually cheat on me with a younger version of myself, while I'm too tired of taking care of the babies to even think about my sexual needs", you said, and you watched him frown.

"I'm not sure where you're going with this-", he started saying, but you cut him off.

"Let me finish, I promise it will get better", you said, fixing your posture as you start again. "But the thing is, I love you. I always have, ever since I started talking to you, you always trying to outflirt me, always seeing me as your equal. You desire me, but you also listen and see me as another human being, you never back down or ignore me if I challenge one of your beliefs, and you never treat me as a trophy-wife-to-be", you say, and you can feel your eyes fill with tears, but you're smiling. That's what you always loved about Roger. He smiled back at you.

"And because I love you, I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of being with you. I'd rather be in a bed of roses than in an empty bed - or worse, a blank bed, someone being there just so it's less cold at night. I want to be with you, Rog", you say, and he pulls you in for a hug, and you hold him back for a few moments before pulling away and looking at him in the eye.

"But also because I love you and I want to be with you, Rog, I don't want us to try to fit into this type of relationship I just mentioned. I don't want you to make me the other woman, either, when you eventually find someone so you can settle down, if it's not me" you said, rubbing your nose. "I guess I want to settle down with you, eventually, as we planned before, but this whole thing - living together and cheating if we're away for too long - it kills me, and I think it kills you, too. I respect you too much to want to cheat on you again, cause if I ever do and you never find out, I'll lose respect for you, and the same thing will happen if you cheat on me and I don't find out. And these are ugly truths, but this isn't our first time together; we know each other, we need to think about this", you told him, and he nodded.

"And I need to make it clear that I'll never be a simple rockstar housewife - I'll never be able to quit my job and look out for the kids while you travel the world and I make them lunch. I'll never be able to sit down on a dinner table on some award show with you and when someone asks me what I'll do, I'll smile as I say I'm a king-maker. I'm not", you said, firmly.

"And I'll never be satisfied with dumb spa and shopping trips as you do the actual work when we travel. If I have to live this life, I'll resent you, and I don't want that. I like being domestic with you, but this type of forced domesticity will poison us again - we're both too wild, too career-focused, for this. We've always been similar", you said, and he gave you a smile as you sighed. "I guess that's all I have to say", you shrugged, and he laughed. "Not much, right?", he said, running his fingers on his hair, pulling the strands back.

"Guess it's my turn now", he said, and you nodded, encouraging him. "When I saw you again, at the pub, there was so much that I wanted to say. I mostly wanted to apologize - it got lost as I got infatuated with you again, and tried to get you in bed - you know, usual stuff", he winked, and you laughed.

"But yeah, I kept looking at you while you updated me on your life, your skin glooming under the stars and the moonlight, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. Cause no matter what - even if you had decided on never seeing me again after all this - I'll always love you, because we grew up together. And you helped make me who I am", he said, moving strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me, always. Whatever someone you become, wherever you are in the world, however this" he said, pointing his finger to the two of us "works out, in whatever form it might take", he said, sighing "I'll always send you love. Before being anything else to me - and I hope to God you're always something more - you'll always be my friend, to the end", he told you, and the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. His cheeks soon mirrored yours.

"And now, after you so eloquently told me all your fears about our future, I need you to know something else, too", he said, as you wiped the tears under your eyes. "I always loved you for being the way you are. You always challenge me, you always make me work harder, try harder, to be better. And it's not even something you force me to do; I just follow your lead. The way you look was what first got into me, I won't lie, but the way you are is what made me stay. It's what will always make me stay", he said, a genuine smile on his lips. He made you feel warm, like the sun.

"You're the smartest person I know, you're funny, you enjoy sex, you're unapologetic, you're proud of who you are, even proud of your insecurities. And you have such a huge importance in my life: you made me who I am. Whatever way you want to make us work, I trust you. I just want to be with you, in whatever form it takes", he said, smiling, and then getting up and opening his bag.

"I forgot to give you something", he said, pulling a string out of the front pocket. You recognized the red glimmer. It was the heart necklace. "It's still yours to keep. Even though it's not in its original glory, it will always be yours. The necklace and my heart", he said, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Always so cheesy, Taylor", you said, joking as you moved your hair to the side so he could put the necklace on.

"You always loved it", he winked, and you laughed. "I do", you said, smiling.

"So, what does it all mean? Where are we?", you asked, and he shrugged. "Wherever you want us to be. I just hope that you keep me around", he told you sincerely.

"I will. So, we're not going back to our old ways, right? We're not back at sharing a flat and stuff", you said, and he nodded. "Sure".

"And you're going to spend a month away, all around the world. I don't want you to feel pressured not to cheat", you said, and he nodded again.

"Yeah, and you're back in London, starting a new job. I don't want you to be worried, too", he said.

"So, maybe no exclusivity, this time? At least not now. This is still debatable, in the future", you said, and he agreed.

"Makes sense. But I'll have a hard time desiring anyone but you", Roger said in a low voice, and you laughed to break any mood that might have settled. You needed to get things clear before making out in the train cabin.

"Me too, Rog. But I don't want to create any expectations of loyalty because we know each other too well, and I don't want a stupid fight to break this thing we're building together", you said.

"It's a good idea. So, no titles, too? I can't call you my girlfriend?", he said, and you laughed.

"You can, if you want to", you told him, and he pulled you closer to him.

"Good, cause I want to call you that on the News of the World launch party, that I'm hoping you'll go as my date", he said, pressing a kiss on top of your head, breathing in your fruity smell.

"Of course I'll go. I need to see the boys again", you told him, and he laughed.

"So you're not going for me, then?", he pouted, and you laughed again.

"No, I'm just going so I can meet Deacy's kid", you told him, and it was his turn to laugh.

-

Once you got to London, Roger offered to go to the airport alone - he had to get on his flight, and he was late. He knew you had to go home and get ready for work tomorrow, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

He looked relieved when you got on a cab with him to Heathrow.

"Big day tomorrow, huh", he said, rubbing your arm.

"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm finally going to work at the British Museum. It's so surreal, it feels like a dream. Like I'm living someone else's life", you said, looking out at the window, the early sunday morning reminding you of fresh starts - you were in the middle of one.

"Well, it's your life, and it's your job, cause you deserve it, babe. I never met someone who worked so hard to get where they want", Roger said, smiling, proud.

"I did. You and the boys", you said, and he huffed. "Guess you're right. Me and that pack of idiots, we turned out okay", he joked.

Once you got to the airport, you followed him to his gate.

You were feeling nervous - you had him for a week, and now it's time to say goodbye again.

You're both aware that the rest of the band is already waiting impatiently in the jet, but you can't help it - you hug him, dropping your luggage on the floor, and he does the same, the hug soon turning into a kiss as you rub your hands on each other's body, as if you're trying to remember how every inch of the other feels like, as if you're both about to disappear.

But the airport worker clears her throat, and you break the kiss, looking at each other longingly.

"Don't say goodbye", you beg Roger, putting your hand on his lips as he opens his mouth.

"See you soon", he says between your fingers. You smile at him, grateful he found a way with words so you're not repeating the same old goodbyes.

"See you soon, Roger", you say, hugging him again for a few seconds, just trying to capture every detail - his smell, the feeling of his arms around you, his body against yours.

And once he has to go into the jet, you go to the glass wall, and you can swear you see some familiar faces from the windows of the jet.

But before you can focus, soon Roger's well known face takes over the window you're watching, and he puts a hand on the glass.

You can't help but think about the last time you did that with him, him being on your place as you were inside the plane, moving to another country, your heart weighing down on you, filled with doubts.

But now your heart warmed you up, filled with joy and love, and you could feel Roger's crystal heart on top of your chest. He was right. There would be always a piece of him on you, too.

-

Epilogue: News of the World Launch Party

"Y/N! You're back!" Brian's voice welcomed you to the ballroom.

You squeezed Roger's hand - it was the first time you saw the band in years, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about it.

"Darling, you're really back! We thought Roger was getting high too often and hallucinated a week in Paris with you. But I guess you did come back to him", Freddie said, hugging you by the side as he held a glass of champagne on his other hand.

"I'm back with him only so I can see you all again, of course", you said, winking at Roger as he pretended to be offended.

But then you heard Deacy and Veronica scream your name in unison, and you turned to see them.

"So you're really back!!" Deacy said, but your eyes were on the baby boy on his lap.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.", you said, trying to get his attention. Roger looked at you, adoringly, as you moved your eyes to Veronica.

"Ronnie!! You're so big!" you said, trying to hug her through her belly. "It's coming out in a few months! It's a boy, Michael. Someone our young Rob can play with", she said, and Roger frowned.

"I could swear it was a girl", he said, and John smiled. "Maybe next time", he said.

"Hey, Bob. Do you want to play with me? C'mon", you said, and he motioned to go to your arms. You picked him up as he started playing with your hair.

"You'd be a good mom, Y/N", Veronica said, and you got tense. "God, Ronnie, don't even joke about this", you said, and Roger chuckled. "It's a sensitive topic at the moment", he explained.

"The moment will take quite some time, you know", you told him, the youngest Deacon pulling your earring before playing with the crystal heart on your neck.

You talked to the boys and Veronica for a while, updating each other, but no one brought up how you and Roger got back together. It just felt natural - no need to question.

You stayed with Roger for the whole night - behind the cameras as he did press, by his side during dinner - where he was back at his old ways, teasing you lightly with his hand under the table. You felt good in his arms, getting back into his life.

He was interested in getting back into your life, too. He came back to London last night, and went straight to dinner with you. You were trying different food, and now was time to try Indian food.

As he ate his Chicken Tikka Masala, dipping the naan in the sauce, you invited him for a party your bosses would be throwing next month to celebrate a new exhibit.

He gave you a bright smile. "I'd love to be your date, my love", he said.

And after the Deacons went home - Robert was asleep on his father's lap - the party got louder, the dance floor more full. You could swear you saw an angular face that could only belong to Bowie pick someone to dance - was this Princess Leia? - but before you could process the whole situation, Roger pulled you to dance.

"Thought you didn't dance, Mr Taylor", you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to slow dance to All The Young Dudes, by Mott The Hoople.

"I don't dance very well, indeed. But it's just an excuse to be so close to you in public, and God, I'm dying to call you Ms Taylor", he said, and you chuckled.

"Take it slower, Rog", you told him, and he leaned in to rest his head on the curve of your neck. "And why do you want to be close to me in public? Is it still one of your weird fetishes?", you joked, and you felt him laugh against your skin.

"No, it's just that you've been killing me with this dress of yours, and you've been killing a lot of the guys here, too. Could swear I saw Bowie checking you out", he told you, and you gasped.

"Taylor, don't even joke about this. I'd have a heart attack", you said, and he laughed. "You'd leave me here for Bowie, is that it?", he asked, and you laughed.

"Of course not. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he might acknowledge my existence", you said, and it was his turn to laugh. "The only eyes I really like to feel on me when I look away are yours, Rog", you said, and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Okay, had enough of trying to dance. Let's get some fresh air", he told you, and you followed him to the balcony.

As the cold, fresh air brushed against your exposed skin, you heard the first notes to Tiny Dancer, by Elton John. You walked to the balcony, leaning in and taking in the view of London at night.

Roger soon took you into his arms, hugging you from behind, and you felt safe, his body heart making you warm in the cold evening as he jokingly whispered "Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man" into your ear, and you scoffed. "Slower, Taylor", you told him, and he laughed.

"However you want it, babe", he said, now paying attention to the view, focusing on the feeling on you in his arms again. Finally.

 But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

 "I could die right now, Y/N. I'm just... happy. I've never felt this type of happiness before. I'm just exactly where I want to be", Roger said in his husky voice, and you nodded lightly in agreement.

Because in Roger's arms, you feel home. You feel what you hoped to feel for years - what got you to move to London in the first place. You feel like you belong.

---

1988 Special

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more:

Flower Asks

Alisons: Sexuality? Ends with an "I".

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Yeah no.

Amaryllis: Birthday?

Eventually.

Anemone: Favorite flower?

Irises/Roses.

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

Recently? Good omens was bretty gud.

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

5ft.

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

None in particular.

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Water, black tea, black coffee, root beer, ginger ale, Dr. pepper.

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

e-kisses, yes. But I'd prefer real.

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Yes.

Baneberries: Favorite song?

None currently.

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

Split in two.

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Bae.

Begonia: Favorite color?

Gray, black, blue, purple.

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Shark.

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Owl.

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Paleontologist, vet.

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

Noisy, grabby sprats.

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

Lots of things, yes and no.

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I was the weird nature/rocks/animals kid.

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?  

I've answered this.

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Bae.

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

I've answered this too.

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

Cuddling.

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  

No.

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  

No.

California Poppy: Height?  

Smol.

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

In a manner.

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?  

Pink Floyd prism pants and brother's band logo t-shirt.

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

When I was very small, yes.

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  

Bae.

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

Bae.

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

Victorian parlor.

Columbine: Are you tired?

Very.

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Answered this.

Coneflower: Dream job?

See above.

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Intro.

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

You asked this already.

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

Quite far.

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

Yes. Maggie.

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Rat.

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Possibly.

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Bit personal.

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?  

Too bad, I don't pick a partner to please them.

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

Bae, though not quite the same wording.

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Complaining.

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

Self praise and self confidence.

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Something game related, something personal related, something food related.

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Mildly irritating.

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Depends.

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

Long list.

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

See too personal.

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?  

Naps, chatting, certain asmrs.

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Gifts.

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

I've answered this.

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

I've answered this.

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?  

Sleep.

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

I've answered this.

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Bae.

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

No idea.

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Drawing related.

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

Mostly negatives with some positives sprinkled in.

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Hair.

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?  

Fill in all the blanks.

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Pretend I was a dinosaur.

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Didn't have any of those.

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

Too personal.

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

Accidentally'd a class pet.

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

"Noose". No joke, that's one of the meanings. No, I've never been happy about it. iirc great grandma wanted my name to be what it is, not for that specific meaning mind you.

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Small castle on a hill with a pond and a miniature forest behind it.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Messy.

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

*nam flashbacks* No I did not.

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Reluctant turned mother bear.

Onions: Tell about your dad.  

Nonexistent.

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

Best.

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

I got one of those giant, original JP t-rex toys.

Peony: What was your first job?

Uncomfortable.

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Outside of an inn in a snowy clearing by a campfire.

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

Ignore it until it gets too much then complain while chugging pain pills.

Pink: Where is home?

Somewhere far away.

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Beat some sense into my past self.

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

Bae. Bae is best bae.

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

I've answered this.

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

That we'd have cloned dinosaur pets, flying cars and those microwaved pill-food things from back to the future by now.

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

Bae, siblings.

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

Rain, water, wind through leaves.

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Lots of those.

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

See above.

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

Triple cheese burger with onion rings and a large chocolate milkshake.

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

The latter.

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

Air.

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

Not enough.

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Not being broke.

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

Meh.

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

Shirts.

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  

Non existent.

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

Not sure, I'm not picky but I appreciate the thought more.

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

Long list.

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I don't think I've picked up a book in about a year or more.

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Somewhere north.

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Yes.

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I think I had a mild case of caffeine overdose once.

[chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky]

What about a Bellarke one shot where Madi sets up a date for the two of them? She is aware that Bellamy is in love with Clarke and vise versa and decides to take them to a secret date she planned because she is tired to wait for them to be together!

Oh my gosh, I never got these notifications! Tumblr mobile app, WHY?!

The theme of the above prompt?!

PARENT TRAP.

It took three days to set up.

Madi isn’t proud of it - well, she is but she won’t be telling Clarke that anytime soon - but she is tired of the dancing around. All it took was an old book Shaw found on the Eligius ship, Murphy’s help through intense bribery (and then Raven’s subsequent help and forcing Murphy to do as well for free), and an honest request. She flipped through the pages of 101 Ways to Tell Her How You Feel, the pages old from dust, mining for hints and tricks for courtship. Shaw chuckled as she does so, insisting that even a hundred years ago, the book was outdated, but she had nothing else to go on. All she knew is the following:

Clarke and Bellamy are idiots.

She would never say it to their faces, but even Raven admitted their actions after the valley was won were exhausting. Madi figured they would need some time to settle back in the valley and learn how to live with the Eligius crew, but once everything was figured out, wouldn’t they at least talk about it? Instead Clarke and Bellamy did what Clarke and Bellamy seem to do best: throw themselves into work for ‘the greater good’ and ignore the one thing that would make them happy. Add the fact that there was no sense of privacy in the village, Madi was convinced nothing would ever happen.

So? Madi decided three days ago that she was going to change this.

On the night of the set-up, Madi pours over the book one last time. It talks about candles and fancy food that she’s never eaten, but she gets the gist: do things you wouldn’t normally do to show someone how you feel. She hunted for days trying to earn enough to barter the Eligius members for trinkets and knick knacks, get extra meal tokens, and after three days - and one threatening session from Raven and Murphy to a few Eligius members, she’s got everything she needs.

Diyoza stands in front of the crowd of people, her eyes searching for Madi. Once they catch her eye, Diyoza smiles. “Alright, due to some concern of the southwest barrier, we’re going to need a handful of lookouts.”

Clarke frowns, where she stands next to Madi. “Lookouts?” She repeats. “Is there a threat we’re unaware of?”

Diyoza shakes her head. “It’s the one part of the underground fence that hasn’t been completed yet. I think we all can agree that we’d feel safest if it’s guarded until Raven and Shaw have an opportunity to finish their project.”

Raven scoffs. “I don’t think you realize how complicated it is to set up the security system you’re requesting. It’s not something you can snap your fingers and have it done overnight.”

Diozya sighs, “No one’s saying that, Reyes, I’m simply say that you never know what’s out there.”

“We’re literally the last humans on earth, why are we worried about that?” One of the crew members call out.

“I think we can all agree from experience that, that sort of mentality always leads to trouble.” Diyoza says with a smirk. “First watch will be Blake, Griffin, Murphy, and Shaw.”

Madi can’t help but smile, ducking her head when Diyoza winks at her. She was the only one that didn’t need a ton of convincing. Madi had a feeling the longer her pregnancy continued, the more likely she would be amenable to shenanigans Madi came up with. So, she better get Clarke and Bellamy together now, because Diyoza wouldn’t be as lenient with her forever.

Rushing over to Murphy, Madi, sneaks a something into his hand. “All you have to do is put this on the radio,” she whispers, trying to find Clarke. Of course she’s already next to Bellamy, shouldering her pack and beaming at him. Once the war stopped, the two seemed to have a weight lifted from their shoulders. The loss of life was minimal and for at least the foreseeable future, everyone was getting along. They were safe. For the first time everyone was together, they were safe. While Madi could always see the ghosts of the past behind Clarke’s eyes, they lighten when Bellamy is near. “Raven says once it’s in place, it’ll sound a memo of Diyoza calling you and Shaw back.”

Murphy takes the device from her, rolling his eyes. “Why not simply ask Diyoza to call us back? She agreed with everything else.”

“She said that while she’s 'fine with ordering people for the safety of others, she won’t get drawn into my prank.’”

Murphy laughs. “Sounds about right.” He ruffles Madi’s hair in the way that she hates, pulling on her braids. “Alright pipsqueak, let Operation Bang It Out commence.”

“Good god, Murphy,” Raven says exasperatedly. “Can you at least pretend you have a filter?”

“I’ve never had a great internal imagination.”

Raven shoves Murphy so he stumbles toward where Bellamy, Clarke, and Shaw are. She then turns to Madi with a smile. “Ready? With your tracking abilities, they should never know we’re following them.”

“Shaw and Murphy could distract them, you know.”

“Dumb and Dumber? I don’t want to hold my breath with those two.”

“I thought you said that Shaw was smart enough to hang with you?” Madi asks, confused.

“Yeah, with engineering.” Raven snorts. “Poor boy has been frozen for one hundred years, which leaves his social skills to be desired.”

“You mean he hasn’t asked you out yet?”

“No need to parent trap this one, Madi. I am very desirable and go for what I want.” She flips her hair. “Did you think Shaw even had a chance?”

Madi giggles and the two trek in the forest several feet behind the group, who are chatting. Raven catches Madi’s eye and rolls her eyes, pointing at Clarke and Bellamy, who are so far ahead of Shaw and Murphy, but lost too much in their own conversation to even notice. “We don’t even need to be discreet.” Raven mutters to herself.

Pulling the book out of her backpack, Madi opens to a dog-eared page. “It says here that music is a good way to indicate the goal of the evening. 'For example: if you want to maintain the boundary of friendship, play something light and poppy, as to tell the other person thank you, but we should remain friends.’” Madi pulls out a device she traded the Eligius crew for on the ship and hands it to Raven. “Do you know any of these songs?” She asks, scrolling through.

Raven flips through, “Uh, not really. They would play some music in Engineering on the Ark, but it wasn’t romantic songs. Think: more head bangers. Hey, this one looks like the person is holding a paintbrush.”

Madi smiles, “Perfect, Clarke loves to paint. We’ll use that one. It’s an album called 'It’s Blitz!’ I have no idea what that means.” Madi flips through a couple pages. “So, it also say alcohol helps, specifically something called 'wine.’ I don’t think we have any of that, so I got some moonshine from Monty…” She rummages through the bag. “And tonight’s the perfect night because there’s a full moon! They say the evening sky is the perfect setting for ambiance.”

Raven chuckles. “Madi, I’m sure everything will be perfect.” She places a hand on her shoulder. “Do you mind my asking why this is so important to you?”

“Aren’t you tired of them not talking?” Madi exclaims, huffing. “Clarke spoke with Bellamy on the phone every day for six years - I had to listen to it for six years.”

“That’s a lot of years, Madi.” Raven says with a soft smile.

“And,” she continues, wincing. “I always felt bad.” Madi shrugs, trying to shove down her guilt.

Raven frowns. “Felt bad? For what?”

Madi sighs. “Clarke was left behind. And sure, I’m grateful because that means we had each other, but it had to have sucked for Clarke, you know? It’s not fair. It’s not fair that you guys got six years of peace together and she was stuck here, even if it meant I had someone too.”

Raven stops walking. Madi almost argues, but Raven places her hands on her shoulder. “Madi, she got six years of peace. Sure, it wasn’t with us, but it was with you. And she doesn’t just try to make you feel better when she says she’s happy she’s with you. She talks about it all the time. How grateful she is everything worked out and how grateful she is you found each other. Don’t feel bad for something you had nothing to do with, because I am not lying to you when I say, she does not.”

Madi can’t help but smile to herself. “Thanks, Raven.”

Once they reach the checkpoint, Clarke and Bellamy cast looks over their shoulders and realize Murphy and Shaw are way behind them. They laugh, Clarke placing her hand on her hip and tapping her wrist at Murphy until they catch up. Murphy bellows a laugh and shoves her playfully, causing Clarke to stumble forward. She places a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head, jogging up to where Bellamy is chuckling at the two of them. Madi and Raven creep up to where they are, pushing back a few branches.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand your friendship,” Shaw is saying.

“What’s to understand? We’re high class and Ark trash.” Murphy answers. “I’m obviously the high class.”

“It’s true,” Clarke answers, leaning down to tie her shoe. She sucks in a breath and extends her arms. Madi can barely remember the last time she looked this at peace and free, Clarke spinning around a few times. Bellamy watches her with a soft look in his eyes, not even trying to hide it. Raven elbows Madi’s side and nods at him, to which she can only laugh. “This is actually one of my favorite spots in the valley.” She says with a smile. “Look how the moon reflects across the water.”

Bellamy steps forward to where she is, crossing his arms. “It’s not something we could see from space, that’s for sure.”

Murphy turns around, searching for them. When he finds Raven and Madi, he mouths, “Oh my god,” causing Madi to need to clasp her hands over her mouth before giggling.

Murphy fiddles with the radio, which crackles to life. “Shaw, we need you back at camp. Something malfunctioned on the ship. Murphy, walk back with him for safety.”

Murphy puts on a good show, snarling into the radio, “That was a nice demand. Where’s my please?”

The radio doesn’t even crackle.

“Rude.” He states. “Well, it’s been fun. You guys good by yourselves?”

Clarke and Bellamy frown. “Everything okay?” Bellamy asks, suspicious.

Madi should’ve seen this coming. They’ve been through too much not to be suspicious.

“That ship, man,” Shaw tries to cover. “If I had a dollar every time it broke… well, since we don’t use dollars anymore, it doesn’t really matter, but you catch my drift.”

“Dude, please be cool, for once in your life.” Murphy hisses.

It’s clear neither of them are convinced. Before Shaw can dig himself a deeper hole, Murphy grabs his arm. “Duty calls and all that. Radio if anything happens. Here, have my pack. It, uh, has food. And Monty packed some moonshine.”

He yanks Shaw behind him, the two stumbling through the forest. Clarke arches an eyebrow at Bellamy, who shrugs. “At least we get the view?” He offers.

The two sit at the edge of the water, the moon rippling off the waves. Madi almost feels guilty watching because it’s such an intimate moment. The two are shoulder-to-shoulder, arms crossed against their knees. After a few moments, Clarke takes off her boots, tossing them to the side. Dipping her toes into the water, she sighs. “What are you doing?” Bellamy cries.

“It’s very refreshing, you should try.”

“You’ll get sick! Plus, what happens if something actually happens? How are you going to run barefoot?”

“I got very good at running barefoot, I’ll have you know.” Clarke grins. “A radiation-soaked planet is a hot planet.”

All he does is shake his head in response.

Clarke bows her head, tilting it slightly toward Bellamy. “You doing alright? After everything?”

Bellamy sighs. “I suppose. Octavia still won’t talk to me for talking Diyoza’s deal behind her back and causing a mutiny in Wonkru. She doesn’t agree it saved their lives.”

Clarke hesitates before responding. “She’ll see. You know Octavia, she’ll fight you, but she’ll come around. One day she’ll see how you saved everyone’s lives. Once we get settled and she realizes that death isn’t the only answer, she realize what you’ve done for her. What you’ve done for everyone. She’ll remember how special you are. And really see it this time.”

Madi can’t see it, but she knows exactly the look Bellamy’s giving her right now. It’s a smile saved especially for Clarke, slight and grateful. “Is it time for the music?” Madi whispers to Raven, pulling out the device and a set of speakers. Raven nods and Madi plugs it in, pressing play.

“Off with your head!

Dance, dance til your dead!

Off, off, off with your head!

Dance, dance til your dead!”

“What is that?” Raven cries. “Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off!”

Madi scrambles, yanking the chord out.

Bellamy shoots to his feet, unholstering his gun and pointing it where they’re hiding. “Who’s there?”

Clarke pulls on his pant leg. “Put the gun down, it’s just Raven and Madi.”

The two freeze in their hiding spot.

Clarke rolls her eyes. “You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are, I’ve known you were following us since we left camp.” Bellamy lowers the gun with a frown, but doesn’t sit back down. “Raven, please take Madi back to camp. Madi, you know it’s past your bed time. And Raven, tell Murphy and Shaw I will deal with them in the morning.”

Madi gulps. “Sorry,” she mouths to Raven, who is fighting a smile.

“We wouldn’t have to do this if you two would just TALK, you know.” Raven calls to them.

On their way back, Madi observes the album cover closer. “OH, it’s someone breaking an egg with their hand. It’s not a paintbrush at all.”

Raven bursts out laughing. “Yeah, that’s why this plan became a disaster. Otherwise flawless.”

Except neither of them bring it up when they make it back to camp the next day. When Clarke and Bellamy arrive, Madi catches as they slip their hands out of each other’s when they come into view. She catches when they smile at each other when they think no one’s looking, or how they disappeared for an hour in the afternoon.

Before everyone separates to go to sleep, Bellamy approaches Madi. She prepares herself for a half-hearted argument, but is greated by a high five. “Thanks,” he mutters before walking away.

Perhaps it wasn’t such a disaster after all.