#it’s been a minute since i read the book so i apologise if this leans more into the latter

[sciencegothic]

What do you think of Dr Lanyon, like I think he's a neat character but I would love to hear other's opinions about him!!

i agree that he is neat !! honestly my biggest qualms with the musical is that characters like lanyon and enfield don’t really have an prominence in it. i think lanyon is really interesting though, because he is such a narrative foul to jekyll. they are both men of science, both passionate men, but oh very different sides of the great scientific divide. lanyon believes in rules and convention - jekyll sees this as being small minded, too harshly bound by the rules of society. jekyll experiments with things beyond human comprehension - lanyon sees this as a sort of blasphemy in the realm of science

i think, really either of them could have ended up at the extreme which jekyll inevitably feel prey too, he was just always more likely since his path was one of a much less understood nature. but i think, lanyon could be just as obsessive, or at one point was - part of me believes he started to step back a little upon seeing jekyll grow so bitter and isolated, perhaps fearing himself becoming like that too

i think, though, lanyon does still care about jekyll, even when they’re no longer friends. as much as he may have feared becoming like him, he pities that jekyll is like that at all

what’s interesting also is that, for all the two have distanced themselves from each other, for all the divide that’s come between them, it is lanyon who sees jekyll transform from hyde. it is lanyon, who is in every way jekyll, except for his stance on the unnatural, who bears witness to this unnatural thing. dramatic irony, then, or perhaps lanyon was always destined to fall to the same extremes as jekyll, only for him it was witnessing jekyll’s infliction firsthand

but where jekyll gave into what hyde represented - that unnatural, incomprehensible side of science - lanyon could not accept it. it shook him to him core, until he could not recover from it. i saw this quote from the book in an article or on a website once, and it’s always stuck with me in regards to lanyon:

I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet, now when that sight has faded from my eyes I ask myself if I believe it and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to the roots.

jekyll - his experient, his hyde - it entirely changed lanyon’s life. it changed his whole view on the world but not in a way that enlightened him, no. in a way that made him weak and weary, drained the very life from him. a man of science, and yet it is a science beyond what he has imagined which is his undoing. i think, actually, dr lanyon is more tragic than he is given credit for. undone by things he had once cared so deeply for - science, and henry jekyll

all that is to say, i think lanyon is neat

[mrsharrington83]

Idiots in Love

REQUESTED – My asks are open if you have a request ^_^

Summary; (For the sake of this fic, Steve and Nancy never happened) Steve and reader being dumb and having moments of being iconic together. Since everyone knows that Steve isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, maybe he just needs another person to be as dumb as him or maybe he just needs someone else to match him mentally.

Words; 3.4k

warnings; swearing, usual stranger things, things, slight mention of drug use, blood and injury. not proof read.

A/N; thank you for all the requests! I apologise for taking so long getting through them all. i cant write a 0.5k-1.0k fic for the life of me at the minute! Its 2am for me now, but i really wanted to get this out!

Dustin said Steve was an idiot because he had too much hair on top of his head which left too much room for air. For you, Dustin said it was because you’d been around Steve for far too long.

Hawkins, Indiana, 1983.

School was a bore, you tried your hardest and whilst you did ace some classes, you also completely failed in others. Picking up extra tuition and getting help from anyone who would give it to you was a struggle. You didn’t like asking for help, it made you feel dumb, but more than that, it made you feel useless. Why did you struggle so much in certain classes and not in others?

You honestly thought it was from a fall you had as a child when you were learning how to ride a bike. Your father had stupidly taken off your stabiliser wheels and let you go on the hill of your childhood garden, right into a tree. Whilst you were fine overall, you did end up with a nasty bump on your head.

Not only were you not that smart academically, but you were also very accident-prone, which is how you met Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. You weren’t the most popular person in school, you had a small group of friends and that was enough for you. You didn’t want to be known by everyone. As you walked down the busy hall to your locker, hardly taking in your surroundings and paying attention, you slammed into someone’s back. Your extra tuition books and folders fell to the floor,

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” The person you slammed into turned around, Steve Harrington, one of the most popular, sought for guys in school looking down at you, “I- I” you stuttered and he smiled, placing his sunglasses on the top of his head, he always found your first meeting adorable, it was something the party had heard several times and not got bored of hearing it. The nervousness in your eyes, the way you pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. The way you bent down to get your books, just as he was doing the same. Your heads collided and bounced off each other, his glasses joining your books on the floor, thankfully not broken,

“Shit! Sorry!” It was Steve’s turn to apologise as he slipped his discarded glasses into his pocket and pulled all of your books and folders into his arms, standing quickly so as not to embarrass himself further, “are you okay?” you just laughed and nodded, taking the books from his arms as you thanked him. That was the start of yours twos budding romance.

Hawkins, Indiana, October, 1984

It was a constant source of amusement for the party, they couldn’t believe some of the stuff you and Steve came out with half the time and how you were both so in sync,

***

“Maybe if we set this on fire,” Mike stated as he looked toward all the drawings on the floor,

“Oh, yeah. That’s a no.” Steve bites back, shaking his head, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he leaned on one foot, hand on his hip,

“A double no at that,” you called back to scrambling kids who were already gathering supplies and pointing at drawings on the floor,

“The mind flayer would call away his army,”

“They’d all come to stop us,”

“We circle back to the exit,”

“Guys.” Steve interrupted the party as they carried on talking between themselves, rushing around, completely ignoring the two older people in the house,

“By the time they realise we’re gone-“

“El would be at the gate,”

“HEY, HEY, HEY, this is not happening!” You and Steve bellowed over the party as they stopped to look at the both of you, your arms falling around as Steve grabbed the tea towel from his shoulder, whipping the air,

“Do you two share the same brain cell?” Dustin looked towards you both,

“No!” you both shouted in unison again, looking towards each other before laughing, the kids joining you.

***

They were all ecstatic when they found out you were both dating, though they did have to push you both in the right direction, this whole thing was an unlikely friendship between people. The only reason you were involved with Dustin and his friends was because you babysat him whilst his mum was at work, this caused you to get involved with the disappearance of Will last year and in turn, with you being close to Steve. He was brought into the mix also.

It was so obvious to others, how you both felt about each other, but it wasn’t for you and Steve. After some coxing and words of wisdom from the younger party, as you called it. You and Steve were finally an item, though they didn’t find out until months later when Steve let it slip,

“Dustin, stop picking on my girlfriend, would you?” Steve looked up from his plate of food as he moved bacon around with his fork, leaning back against the dining room chair as he stretched,

“But she just- wait? What... girlfriend?” Dustin looked back and forth between you both, the pair of you looking confused, “you’re meant to tell us!” Steve carried on moving food around his plate as you took a bite of toast leaning against the counter,

“Tell you what?” you asked wiping the crumbs off your hands onto a discarded tea towel,

“Have you been listening to any of this conversation?!” Dustin questioned, “That you’re together! I can’t believe this! How long have you two been a thing?! Wait until the others find out about this!” You picked up your plate with half a slice of toast left and took a seat opposite Steve as Dustin still stood shocked, playing with his walkie,

Steve finished up his food and stood up to put his plate in the sink, he looked at the calendar furrowing his brows slightly at the small writing, “Like seven months? Right?” he looked back at you as you nodded, your mouth full of toast.

Dustin once again stood dumbfounded, his mouth visibly agape as he pressed a button on his walkie, “you are not going to believe this, guys.”

Hawkins, Indiana, June 1985

“Oh, this is ridiculous.” You smoothed out part of your Scoops uniform that was now creased and bloody from your split lip and Steve’s as he was continuously hunching over you in a Russian loading car trying to gather his senses and not be knocked from pillar to post by Dustin’s driving up front, laughter bubbling in your throat, the situation was anything, but funny. All three of you (Steve, Y/N, and Robin) had been interrogated to the max, but once they found out there was a tie between you and Steve, they took advantage of that.

***

“Who do you work for?” the guard got down into your face once more, holding the arms of the chair you were tied to, his eyes glaring into your own,

“How many times do I have to tell you I work for Scoops Ahoy? I scoop ice cream for a living!” you cried out as you earned another slap across your already throbbing jaw. Steve was tied up behind you already passed out, they’d done a number on him and all you wanted to do was get out of this place and tend to his injuries, he didn’t deserve any of this. Robin was tied to the corner of the room having to witness her two new best friends being treated like this.

The Russian guard got in your face once more, “it looks like your friend here needs a doctor. Just as well we have the very best.” A smirk across his face made you see red, and without thinking you spat at him. A slight tinge of blood from your split lip was dripping down your chin, staining the collar of your uniform, “you’re going to regret that little one.” With that he muttered something else in Russian before leaving the room with the other guards, leaving you three on your own once more, but not without Robin calling them all bastards and yelling to let you all out of there.

“Steve?” you called gently as Robin tried to manoeuvre her arms from her binds to no avail. Unlike you two, she was tied to a bench so she couldn’t do much whilst she was bound up. Steve started to stir, pain evident in the way he groaned, “oh thank god... are you okay?” you asked quietly not wanting to be too loud,

“Ears are ringing, I can barely breathe and, my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but apart from that I’m doing pretty good.” His voice was laced with pain and sarcasm.

***

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you came to an abrupt end, all three of you hitting already pained parts of your body as Dustin crashed into something,

“You guys alright back there?” Dustin asked as he looked to Erica with a slight shrug, “They’re fine, come on. Let’s go.” Dustin hurried out and opened the back of the loading car, hurrying you all out. Time was of the essence after all. This definitely made him think about how he acted sometimes, it was a handful and the fact you and Steve cared for him and all of his friends ample times made him furrow his brow slightly, not that he would change after they got out of this mess, he had an excuse, he was still younger than you.

 “Guys! Come on!” Dustin bellowed as he huffed in annoyance, slapping his wrist, and ushering everyone into the elevator.

“Oh my god! A skateboard!” you screamed out in joy, jumping on a red platform truck as Dustin got to work pressing buttons and hoping for the best, once the elevator started to move, you started to struggle. Steve grabbed hold of the platform truck to stop it from moving too much,

“It looks like you're surfing!” Robin pointed at you as Dustin and Erica glanced at each other quite clearly done with your shit.

“They look drunk,” Erica stated, all of you now splayed on the floor talking about food, “why are they drunk, or drugged?” she questioned as Dustin felt Steve’s forehead,

“He’s burning up,” Dustin spoke to Erica alarmed,

“You’re burning up” Steve bit back, trying to push Dustin away with his hand whilst you and Robin laughed at the ceiling,

 “Eyes are bloodshot, pupils dilated, Steve,” Dustin pat his cheek lightly, “are you drugged?”

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.” Steve poked Dustin’s cheek and started laughing again as you and Robin shot up,

“you have marijuana?!” you crawled over to Steve and laid next to him, “gimme!” more laughs erupted from the three of you as Dustin and Erica watched on, wondering what the hell they were going to do to get you all out of this mess in one piece.

Getting you all back to the mall safely was a lot harder than Dustin could have imagined, Robin was picking at her uniform whilst tripping up over thin air whilst you and Steve were trailing behind humming and drumming the air to Simple Minds- Don’t You (Forget About Me) a song that had been on the radio continuously for the past month- a song Dustin thought you were both getting annoyed with as it came on the radio hours before you were in this mess and you were both scrambling with the radio to turn it off with rushed words of, fuck sake, turn it off, not this again, if I hear this song one more time I swear,

“Don’t you, forget about me.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t.”

“Don’t you, forget about me.”

Keeping you all hidden from the Russians was a lot harder than it could have been, with you three wanting food, and then trying to separate to find food, Dustin thought of a quick solution and got you all into the movie theatre but not before Steve reached into the bin to pull out a bag of discarded popcorn,

“You three sit.” Dustin pointed at the three vacant chairs as you all complained about being too close, and how the seats sucked. “Well then don’t watch the movie!”

“But we want to watch the movie!” Robin exclaimed as other people around you started to get agitated,

“Then watch it!” Dustin apologised to other people trying to shush you all, changing his tone to a hushed annoyed whisper, “Whatever you do. Don’t... go... anywhere.”

“Fine, Dad.” Steve perked up shaking his shoulders slightly as you and Robin snickered, taking handfuls of popcorn and shoving it in your mouth.

“That settles it,” Dustin huffed, “I'm never having kids." The pair sat down a few seats away, keeping their eyes off you trying to fetch up a plan.

Once they both realised you three had left the movie theatre, Dustin let out an audible sigh from his chest, this day, was not it.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but... I’m pretty sure...that mum was trying to bang her son.” Robin leaned against the wall as you and Steve took turns drinking water from the fountain,

“But they’re the same age.” you stopped drinking and looked towards Robin,

“No, but he went back in time.” Robin looked up to the ceiling, balancing on one foot and then the other,

“Then why is it called back to the future?” Steve asked confused as he stopped drinking, letting Robin get to the fountain.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” you stated “Back means past so how could he be travelling back to something that hasn’t even happened yet?” you questioned Robin, Steve looking at you doe-eyed, completely agreeing with you,

“He has to go back to the future because he’s in the past, so, the future is actually the present, which is his time” Robin added as you looked confused,

“wh...What?” you and Steve looked at each other astonished before you both got distracted by the ceiling lights, dizziness, and churning in your stomach had you all rushing to the toilet, bringing up everything that happened in the day.

“Well that was no fun,” your voice was harsh, your throat sore as you leaned back against the cold wall of the cubical, no longer dizzy, everything still, the walls no longer moving around you, “Back to the Future though, I can’t get over that.”

***

Hawkins, Indiana, March 1986

Walking into the creel house was way more disturbing than it looked outside, creaking floorboards, furnishings covered in dust and cobwebs, completely derelict, wherever you stood, something creaked.

Lucas went to check on a small lamp for some light, probably to take the edge off an already eerie situation, “looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.” He stated as Dustin turned on his flashlight, you and Steve stood behind him glancing back and forth to each other,

“Where’d everyone get those?” Steve asked noticing that everyone had one except you and him.

Dustin looked back at the both of you as if to say unbelievable, “Do you two need to be told everything? You’re not children.”

“Thank you.” You said under your breath a little, huffing as Dustin took his backpack off,

“Back pocket.” He was used to you both forgetting things like that, you were both usually good with weapons and things you might need, and everything you didn’t, but never flashlights. You really did need to be told.

Max pointed out a big grandfather clock, hoping that everyone else could see it taking you away from looking at the scattered furniture,

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” you asked looking at the hands that were still,

“Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve said next to you, as you pursed your lips actually thinking about it,

"I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin chimed in, shaking his head in disapproval as you watched on, nudging Dustin slightly. Nancy told everyone to go in groups of two leaving you, Steve and a smiling Dustin. Steve let out a sigh and walked off signalling you to follow, “Was that a sigh?”

“No, I did not sigh.”

“Why’d you sigh?”

“I didn’t sigh. Just come on, dude.”

“I heard you.”

“We were just always partnered up with you, okay?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“It’d just be nice to, I don’t know, mix it up a bit.”

You continued to walk the stairs, creaking with every other step, as Dustin hurried up behind you, the pair of them starting to bicker a bit, a usual occurrence, “I’m boring to you? Is that it?”

“No it’s the opposite,” Steve added as he moved his (Dustin’s) flashlight around careful not to knock anything off the walls,

“Maybe me and Y/N should partner up and you go around this creepy house alone, is that what you want?” Dustin asked as Steve shot his head around almost tumbling back down the stairs,

“No! I don’t want that, sorry man.” Steve moved his hair that had fallen a little flat huffing once more. “We do make a good team, The Three Musketeers and all that.” You smiled at Steve’s remark, it was a book you both had to read when you were at school, though boring at the time, the lessons you learned from the book stayed with you. Chivalry, honour, heroics, and willingness. It was true. You, Steve, and Dustin probably had spent the most time together because even though you could both be a bit daft from time to time, you were both reliable and trustworthy with any problem Dustin had, even if that meant issues outside of the upside down. You both never found anything that Dustin had to say daft.

“Hey, uh, Henderson?” Steve asked, looking at the cobwebs that littered the place, “could you maybe, uh, clarify what sort of clues we’re supposed to be looking for here?”

“I second that,” you cut in,

“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.” Dustin looked back at the both of you smiling, “Sherlock Holmes.” Seeing you both confused he huffed sincerely.

“That’s great. Thanks. That’s great. Really helpful” You huffed and shook your head, feeling dumb as Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb slowly, a knowing glance only the both of you understood.

“You're not stupid, not to me anyway.” Steve smiled as a small laugh escaped your lips a small vent in the floor catching your eyeline as you walked over to it, “Y/N, let me.” Steve crouched down in front of you lifting the metal from the floor, jars of preserved insects had you grimacing before Steve shot up alarmed, shaking his arm and flailing his hand to get a spider off, both of you clumsily falling through cobwebs and the door, into Nancy,

“Hey, hey, both of you, stay still. Stop moving.” She took time to rid you both of cobwebs as she lightly dusted dust off your arm, you and Steve then looking over each other,

“It was a black widow.” Steve lets out a breath of air, calmer than he was before, “Don’t go in there.” He shut the door adverting his attention back to you, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, kissing your nose lightly. “So uh, Nance. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world, and stuff. Maybe we can all go out. You know? Me, Y/N, you, Jonathan, when he’s back.”

“I’d love to.” Nancy looked at you both endearingly, she was glad you both had each other. Everyone needed someone. She knew you both back in school, but never really spoke to either of you. She was too wrapped up in perfecting her grades, reading the next book on the shelf, but she was so thankful to be in your lives now.

Steve was finally with someone he could be himself around without feeling bad or awkward, even in this messed up world the both of you bounced off each other as though it were effortless. Although you were sometimes the biggest idiots, you were the biggest idiots in love.

[icomeandg0]

Dyk Vio? The Smart Part Of Four Well I came To Ask For a Request From Him Specifically And I've Been Thinking About Him Lately And I just Want To Fill Him With So Many Kisses That He gets Dizzy And Dumb

And My Request Is Exactly That, Where Reader Kisses Him So Much That He Gets Drunk With Love Idk I Like The Idea Of Making The Intelligent One A Little Stupid

Hi Anon! Sorry for such a long wait, I'm here to deliver a request that was long overdue.

Enjoy it though and I apologise if he seems out of character.

Content under cut:

Could you really blame yourself for wanting this?

Your boyfriend, Four—or well should you say boyfriends. The colours had split after a little miscommunication, All angry at one another for silly, petty reasons might you say.

Red, Green and Blue had all left the comfort of your house leaving the lonesome yet calm Vio on the couch reading as per usual. "Whatcha all fighting about now?" You questioned which he only hummed. "Nothing important, silly bickers amongst us. It'll pass" Vio flips to the next page of the his book.

"Whatcha reading?" You asked as you sat down beside him, taking a peak at the cover. "Old Hylian history, something you obviously won't be interested in" Vio says, on purpose just to tease you which made you huff. "You're right. That sounds really boring, we could do something much more fun." You suggest with a cheeky smile which caused him to glance your way.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Vio asked, licking his finger before turning the page.

"Well, since you guys have spilt I realise just how much time I spend away from each of you individually. Of course I spend all my time with Four but with you all one by one? I don't recall our last conversation"

"Hm, it's just more rational. So none of us get jealous of the other and we all have our own share." Vio answers simply. "Plus, why are you bringing this up now? You trying to butter me up or something?" Vio teases which made you grin.

"Well, we're alone. House to ourselves and we don't know how long the others would be until they come back" you say in an innocent tone but your suggestive words said otherwise. "They'll probably be back in an hour or so—" "So we have an hour? Better be quick. Stay still" "What? Stay still—"

He's quiets down when he felt your lips against his. He felt hesitant at first, sure he's kissed you before but only when he's Four...This was new, sorta?

However it doesn't take much for him to come to his senses as kiss you back, cupping the side of your face gently. He felt all giddy inside, this makes him feel so alive. You move forward, shifting your body across his lap so that you were now straddling his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck.

The sensation was overwhelming, overpowering but he didn't want it to end. However, pulling away for a quick breather you looked down on him. How adorable he looked, looking up at you and panting slightly, already so heated and you only gave him one kiss! You didn't say anything, however you leaned down and peppered his skin with light kisses, making sure to brush over his lips a few times making him jolt with excitement.

"Just a few kisses and you look a bit flushed" you comment with a knowing grin which made him huff. "Don't tease me." Vio huffs as his pale cheeks were dusted with a pink hue. Capturing his lips in an unexpected move made his heart beat quicken, never have you been this bold before. Kisses he was used to receiving were tender and careful, these kisses now are filled with passion and heat, he craves for more.

It was honestly so cute how quick he went from being 'calm and collected' to a complete flustered mess.

10 minutes have passed.

20 minutes have passed.

30 minutes have passed.

40 minutes have passed.

A long, torturous time for Vio. Being coddled and loved on like never before. He looked drunk...drunk in love. His hands squeeze your hips as if a sign for you to continue on with your delicious kisses he craves but you only giggle. You would teasingly move in close to his lips and move back when he leans in, poor boy. Getting his hopes up~. He would whine and try to pull you in, you were thinking about giving him a few more kisses until you looked at the nearby clock.

Sheesh! 40 minutes gone by already?

"Should we wrap things up? The other boys may come back any second now, wouldn't want them to catch us" you say teasingly. Vio glances at the clock. "Knowing them, they'll be back around in 10-20 minutes..." he informs.

"Not much time, huh? Just when I was having fun too" You smile as you went to get off his lap but instead his strong arms  were now wrapped around your waist pulled you in. "Let them see, if anything 10-20 minutes is long enough for me to finish what you’ve started”

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Honestly, this is my first time with such a request like this so I hope it was decent!

Guilty because I’ve had this in my drafts for a while but I wasn’t sure if it was good enough or if it was out of character.

[theladyofbloodshed]

You're the Closest to Heaven I'll Ever Be - Chapter 22

There was nothing unusual to Azriel about surviving off little sleep. It had been the way he had always functioned. After he had spoken with Nesta, neither seemed able to break the contact. Nesta had turned back to her chair and settled in with her book. She’d not objected when Azriel lounged on the couch next to her in a casualness that he never usually shared with others. Nesta had read in silence, the turns of her pages slowing as the minutes ticked by. He busied himself with reports from his spies as they canvassed the mortal queens' palaces. Elain’s words about withered hands and a crying girl had worried him, so he was reluctant to pull his spies from the Continent. When he’d next glanced at Nesta, her head was leaning against the inside wing of the arm chair, eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. For a long time, Azriel had lain there gazing at her while his shadows were content to do the same. When light began to leak into the sky, signalling the arrival of dawn, he stroked a finger against her hand to wake her and send her off to bed for a few hours.

The exhaustion that he felt as he waited for Feyre to emerge from her bedroom that morning had him grinning like a fool. He’d tire himself that way every night if it meant he got to steal a few quiet moments in Nesta’s presence. The bond didn’t need to be touched anytime soon. He wouldn’t push it. The fact that she hadn’t slammed the door and locked it was good enough for him. For a little boy who had never believed in hope, now that he had it, it was a dangerous thing. He had waited five hundred years to love her, he'd wait as long as it took.

Once, the argument with Mor might have stung. Her betrayal might have brought him to his knees. Allying with Eris was a necessity to keep Keir under the thumb. If Azriel could overcome five centuries of worthlessness, Mor could overcome her feelings surrounding Eris. His heart didn’t feel the bruise of her outrage. His heart was too preoccupied with Nesta to give anything to another female.

Even when Azriel had winnowed Feyre to a cliff near the Illyrian Steppes, his focus was off. He went through the basic instructions of managing currents and downdrafts, how the heat and cold could shape the wind and speed. His heart was elsewhere. Floating on a cloud somewhere.

We’re running towards a war and I’ve barely caught my breath but all I know is that I feel better near you.

Shit. That first part should have had him panicking, but the latter left him boneless. I feel better near you. It wasn’t in Azriel’s nature to put others at ease. Even Rhys was uneasy around him. Many times, Rhys and Cassian had to pull him back from the brink when he’d lost himself – and he’d seen their discomfort at who he was. Although he knew that Nesta had never seen that side of him, he had a feeling it wouldn’t disgust her. She might love him both before and after she learnt what he was.

‘Did you talk to Mor since last night?’

Azriel blinked until the pine trees weren’t a blur. Feyre’s body was held forwards to counteract the heavy weight of the Illyrian wings that she’d modelled on his own. Her hands braced on her knees to manage.

‘No. I haven’t.’

That was all he’d offer. Rhys likely had heard him arrive or at least felt him pass through the wards once he’d returned from a hurried journey to the Continent. Once upon a time, Azriel would have begged Mor’s forgiveness, begged even for a touch, despite knowing it was the right call to bring in Eris. She’d feel the slight, he knew. Feel aggrieved that Azriel hadn’t sought her out to apologise.

‘Again,’ he said to Feyre then jerked his chin towards the edge of the cliff for her to take a leap and fly.

***

Once again, that incompetent healer strode through the doors with her nose stuck in the air. Feyre danced around her, filling her in on the details of Elain’s conception through the Cauldron, as if Madja had not already seen to their lethargic sister many times. Madja was likely laughing at the amount of money she had been able to fleece from the high lord.

When Feyre perched on the edge of a chair near Nesta, bracing her body as if it ached, Nesta caught a faint whiff of night chilled mist upon her clothing. She knew that scent, but like hell was she going to ask Feyre why she’d been with Azriel.

Madja prodded and poked Elain again. Her magic spiralled around her frail body as the healer commented that she needed more food and fresh air as if Nesta hadn’t done her best to force food down her neck or get her outside as often as she could.

The ancient healer jerked her chin toward Lucien. ‘See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.’

‘How.’

Madja rounded on her, speaking as if Nesta was a small child. ‘The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.’

And that was how Nesta ended trapped at a table with Amren, receiving a verbal lashing every few minutes for not giving her undivided attention to the lesson when Elain had taken tea with Lucien. Her poor sister hardly knew what was happening. Their tea cups sat untouched with Feyre and Morrigan drinking their own on the table nearby, watching them like a pair of vultures. It was less about Lucien and more about the bond. Feyre was head over heels for her high lord, their bond well and truly locked in. Nesta needed to see a bond from another perspective.

Could Lucien really sense something wrong with Elain? Was that how Azriel had known how to help her heal? She was grateful that nobody else knew about them – except the brute. Nesta would rather figure it out without interference. Elain was not offered the same privacy to sort through her feelings, nor was she in a state to do it.

Once the lesson was done for the day, Nesta retreated to the smaller library in the town house to begin her research on bonds once more. Nobody tended to bother her. Everybody stayed out of her way which was how she preferred things. She took her book to the garden where she settled beneath a wide parasol to listen to the flow of the turquoise river.

It had gone well, to an extent. New books had appeared that morning which she suspected had been put there by Azriel, but they offered both good and bad accounts of mating bonds to keep her fully informed. For many, they were a wondrous thing. For others, they were an excuse for wrong-doing, a way to treat somebody terribly and blame it on love. Too much love became a poison.

A great shadow blocked out the sun entirely.

‘Oh, not you,’ she murmured.

Cassian snatched the book from her hands. ‘What’s this?’

‘A book. Have you never encountered one before?’

Uninvited, he flopped into the seat beside her. His hazel eyes scanned the first few lines of text which detailed a series of brutal murders enacted by a male driven to madness by his female who encouraged him to do it. It was tempting to use such a skill on this male with Azriel as her blade.

‘What’s this rubbish?’

‘I’d like to be informed before I commit to an eternity.’

‘So, you’ll accept the bond?’

Nesta gritted her teeth. ‘Why not say it a little louder? I shall not discuss my choices with you.’

‘Az is a great male.’

‘Yes, he is. But I care little for a faerie bond that I have no choice in.’

Cassian’s brows drew together in disbelief. ‘A mating bond is the greatest thing in the world.’

‘I believe you said the same about the steak you ate yesterday and when Rhysand tripped on the edge of the rug.’

The memory brought amusement to his tan face. ‘I’m an optimist who finds joy in the world.’ He glanced around the garden, as if wary of shadows waiting to chase him off. ‘You can’t really be debating this. It’s Azriel. He’s your mate. There’s a long line of broken-hearted females wishing they were in your shoes.’

‘I’m sure everybody is queuing to be submerged in the Cauldron for an eternity.’

Cassian folded his arms across his broad chest and gave a loud sigh. ‘What’s putting you off?’

Nesta snatched the book from the table where he’d discarded it and rose to her feet. ‘I am not discussing this with the likes of you.’

Before she could escape, Cassian stood too, his wings and head scraping the roof of the parasol. ‘My brother would love you deeply if you’d let him.’

‘That’s the problem, isn’t it. He wouldn’t do such a thing without a bond telling him to. Nobody would.’

***

Feyre was trying hard in her flying lessons alongside Azriel but she showed the same fear that he once did. It was difficult to override the panic of going too high, not trusting instincts to keep you in the air. Her landings were improving. She’d only hit a single tree that morning.

Azriel fished out the splinters from her hand and cleaned them whilst telling her of Miriam, Drakon, and Nephelle. He hoped the story would bring hope to his High Lady that she’d learn to fly. Hope was one of the most powerful forces in the world.

It came as no surprise to Azriel when Feyre declined the offer to fly with him the next day or to train with Cass. She met them on the doorstep, grimacing and bracing her aching back on the doorframe. Azriel handed over a tin of salve for her aches which Rhys would no doubt enjoy slathering all over her body.

‘Cass, can you fly Nesta up to the House? She’s not found anything in the books here about patching up the Wall. Maybe Clotho can help.’

Azriel tried not to feel slighted that Cassian was chosen for the duty rather than him. He knew who Nesta would rather fly her.

The sisters were finishing off their breakfast, Nesta in a pale grey gown that brought out the steel of her eyes and Elain in a dusky pink one. She seemed more lucid today – and Nesta looked happier as a result as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Cassian stalked forwards and reached right over Nesta’s shoulder to grab a muffin from its little basket. ‘Morning, Nesta,’ he said around a mouthful of blueberry-lemon. ‘Elain.’

Nesta’s nostrils flared at the proximity but Elain peered up at him, blinking twice as if she was trying to place his face. ‘He snapped your wings, broke your bones.’

Nesta stared at her plate, cold revulsion flooding their bond.

‘It’ll take more than that to kill me,’ Cassian said with a smirk that didn’t meet his eyes.

Elain only said to Cassian, ‘No, it will not.’

If only to take the terror off of Nesta’s face, Azriel extended a hand to Elain. ‘The herbs you planted are growing already. Let’s set you up in the garden.’

This is for you, he wanted to say as Nesta monitored him closely. To ease the burden and show you that you don’t have to do it alone.

***

Cassian shoved the last mouthful of his muffin into his mouth then sprayed crumbs across the room as he said, ‘The female that’s Az’s mate is blessed by the Mother. Lucky, lucky female.’

He licked each one of his fingers, making a smacking noise with his lips.

‘Really, Feyre, I thought your animals would be house trained by now.’

The wrong thing to say from the low, rough laugh that Cassian gave. ‘Ready for some flying, Nes?’

‘Don’t call me that.’

It was at that moment that Feyre chose to winnow, claiming she’d meet Nesta up at the house for their research.

Nesta threw a muffin at Cassian. ‘Will you stop with the heavy-handedness?’

‘Accept the bond.’

‘Stop it.’

They walked in silence to the front garden where Cassian opened his arms to fly her. The memory of Rhysand plummeting into freefall with her in his arms churned her stomach already.

‘Why can’t Azriel fly me and you look after Elain?’

‘Because Azriel won’t push this and I will,’ he gloated.

She was roughly hauled into his arms, the grip tight.

‘Do you understand the meaning of the word no? I’ve told you I don’t want to talk about this. Especially not to you.’

With a bend of his knees, Cassian pushed off from the ground. His sprawling black wings swept them up into the air with a few powerful beats. Nesta screwed her eyes shut once they were airborne, not wanting to think about the height or the wind whipping at her face.

‘Because I have you at my mercy in the skies, why won’t you just give him a chance?’

Nesta didn’t dignify the Illyrian with a response. Her mouth was so dry, she probably couldn’t even if she had wanted to.

‘He wants to love you. He’d be all in. Nothing left at the door. Don’t tell Rhys, but I think Az would be even more devoted. He’s not got a court to look after, only you.’

Nesta let him prattle on and on and on. It distracted her attention enough to not worry so intensely about the sheer drop if he let her go. In a way, it was nice to hear Cassian offering a glowing review of his chosen brother. Nice too to imagine how deeply Azriel might love her. But it all came back to the same thing: how much of it was free choice?

When Cassian set her down – more gently than she was expecting – on the roof, she teased, ‘It sounds like you are in love with him.’

‘He’s a beautiful male. Kind. Good. Never spends any money so his bank account is huge.’

‘Goodbye Cassian.’

With Cassian’s adulations of Azriel ringing in her ears, Nesta stepped a little lighter towards the massive library carved into the mountain. Feyre awaited her at the entrance. ‘Rhys gave a layout of the stacks. I think there might be more on the Cauldron and wall a few levels down. You can wait here or-’

‘I’ll help you look. That is my purpose, is it not?’

For an hour or so they wound down the spirals of the library, searching every tome for a shred of hope that they could repair the wall.

‘I didn’t know you couldn’t really read,’ Nesta said as she paused before a nondescript section, noticing the way Feyre silently sounded out the words of a title. ‘I didn’t know where you were in your lessons—when it all happened. I assumed you could read as easily as us.’

‘Well, I couldn’t,’ she snapped.

‘Why didn’t you ask us to teach you?’

Feyre trailed a finger over the neat row of spines. ‘Because I doubted you would agree to help.’

Nesta stiffened like she had been hit, coldness blooming in those eyes. That did wound her. Reading was her love. It always had been. Of course, she’d have helped Feyre if she struggled. Women who knew to read could go further in life. She tugged a book from a shelf. ‘Amren said Rhysand taught you to read.’

‘He did,’ acknowledged Feyre. And there, deep beneath the world, with only darkness for company, she asked, ‘Why do you push everyone away but Elain?’

Emotion guttered in Nesta’s eyes. Her throat bobbed. She shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply.

‘Because—’

The words stopped. A ripple and a tremor hit them. It was like some piece of the world shifted, like some off-kilter chord had been plucked. They turned toward the illuminated path then to the dark far, far beyond. The faelights along the ceiling began to sputter and die. One by one. Closer and closer to them.

‘What is that,’ Nesta breathed.

‘Run.’

[lowaltitude]

can you do a short steve x reader? i need something to read on my bus ride. fluff maybe?!?!? i don’t want it include the demogorgans

Know What? | Steve Harrington

- Stranger Things

- x Reader (Y/N)

- edit: STEVE’S POV: HERE!

- 2,437 words. Read time: 5-9 minutes

❪ FEM! ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 steve & y/n enemies to lovers? one shot. set in s2. small prologue before s1. You know about the upside down, etc. friends with Nancy.

𖥻 Billy included as a “love interest” for quick story progression. short & probably a bit shitty (it’s 5:30am and i’m angry at tumblr)

───── ❝ prologue - 1982 ❞ ─────

My pants were stained from some jerk spilling his drink at lunch. My shoes had brown and black tyre marks across them from my little brother’s bike. And the cherry on top; I got dress coded for my sleeves being too short. MY SLEEVES, can you believe that? I’d already woken up in a bad mood today, why couldn’t the universe just do me one favour.

I wanted to pound my fist into the metal of my locker, I’d put the combination in more times than I had cared to count but it wouldn’t unlock. All I wanted to do was grab my stupid $80 text book and go to the last class of this awful day.

“Do you need some help?” The voice was right beside me and I turned my head to look at who it was. One of the boys a couple of grades above closing a locker a few down from me.

I ran my tongue over my teeth and went back to turning the lock “No.”

“Are you sure? Because I can��”

“I said, ‘No.’ Which word don’t you understand?”

“Jeez” The boy laughed but you could easily tell how forced it was. “What crawled up your ass?”

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.”

“Well, aren’t we a bloody ray of sunshine.”

I harshly pulled the paper I’d scribbled my locker code down on from my pocket and scanned the numbers. 19 0 75. That’s what i’m putting in!

“Hey” I rolled my eyes at the sound of someone else approaching. Another boy stopped at the locker beside me. He whistled and muttered something under his breath before leaning against the locker and looking at me. “Ok, I’m here. So tell me, what do you want for your next wish?”

I grumbled and dropped the lock, giving up on attempting to unlock it and hoping that since it was our first day we just wouldn’t have to do any actual work.

Turning away from them I began towards my class and just hoped that it would go fast. “What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?”

As I walked into class (late) all eyes turned to me.

“Miss Y/N, was it?” The teacher said, eying the list of student names he had.

“Uh- Yes”

“Late on the first day, that doesn’t set a very good standard… And I hope someone’s already told you about your shirt being inappropriate?”

Gritting my teeth, I forced a smile to stop myself from lashing out at the man. “I’ve been told. I’ll just take my seat now” I shuffled down to the only empty seat in the back of the classroom, some girls shooting me a look of pity but Jonathan Byers greeted me with a cautious smile as I sat beside him.

The teacher let out a deep exasperated sigh. “No textbook, I see. Mr Byers will you please share with her.”

Jonathan pushed the book towards the centre of the table and I sighed, grabbing a pen and opening my notebook.

“What’s the matter with your shirt?” Jonathan whispered.

“Oh, you can’t tell?” I scoffed. “My arms are, quote, very distracting and it’s a shame for a girl like me to be wasting my potential flaunting myself in the hall, unquote.”

Jonathan, seeing how bad my mood was, nodded to himself and went about his studies. Allowing me to marinate in my anger without him getting burned.

───── ❝ ❞ ─────

“How was your first day?”

“Oh splendid” I huffed. “High School is absolutely positively amazing”

My mother stared at me for a second before turning her attention to my brother. “How was your first day?”

He happily spilled details of his day, and I sighed to myself. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, and maybe I could apologise to the boys I’d yelled at.

───── ❝ 1984 - 2. Trick Or Treat, Freak ❞ ─────

As I chained my bike up, I couldn’t help but hear the loud sound of an engine. And neither could anyone else apparently since all eyes were on this shining blue car with California license plates.

New kid in Hawkins.

I found Nancy as she stepped out of Steve’s car. She lifted her hand to wave and I saw Steve follow her gaze towards me, the smile disappearing from his face and causing in to appear in mine. I raised my hand to wave back at her but unintentionally caught the eye of the new kid.

He looked around and, since Nancy was across the parking lot, didn’t see anyone waving back so he assumed it was for him.

“Hey” He nodded, smirking as he strutted towards me.

“Oh, hi?” I uttered. “I wasn’t waving to you, actually.”

He forced a short laugh, as if he didn’t believe it. “Sure. I’m Billy. Hargrove.”

“Cool.” Turning away from him, I tugged my backpack straps and smiled at a few girls from my class. The boy followed me and it took me a few seconds to register. “Sorry, am I meant to introduce myself too?”

“It would be nice” He scoffed. Steve and Nancy passed by, Nancy not saying anything while Steve’s jaw was practically on the floor. A disgusted scowl on his face.

“Uh, i’m Y/N.” I did my best to mimic his voice as closely as I could.

“See you ‘round then?”

I forced a sickeningly sweet grin on my face. “Probably not.”

Billy turned into the administration office and I continued to my locker, Steve already raising an eyebrow at me.

“Problem, Harrington?” He simply hummed in response, closing his locker door and going off to his class.

───── ❝ ❞ ─────

Tommy H made his way though the crowd of students trying to get home, leaning on the lockers between mine and Steve’s. “What’s your costume?”

“Nance and I are Joel and Lana, from Risky Business”

“What about you?” Tommy looked at me expectantly and I just stared at him. My mind blank. Steve was gawking at the back of his best friends head, as shocked by the question as I was.

“Excuse me?”

“Your costume. What is it?”

“Trust me, not even make-up can make her look good” Steve scoffed. We’d been somewhat ‘nicer’ to each other since he began dating Nancy, but of course he decided to be a dick like always.

I hummed, closing my locker. “Weird you think you need a costume, since you’re always pretending to be something you’re not”

Steve opened his mouth to make a comeback but I was sick of looking at him already. I poked my tongue out at him, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and staring the walk out of the building.

Billy was just outside the door, lighting a cigarette. “Hey” He spoke as I almost bumped into him.

“Hi” I continued walking, Billy deciding to walk alongside me.

He stood idly as I unchained my bike. “You don’t drive”

“Amazing observation”

“You don’t like me”

“Ding ding ding. Another winner”

Steve walked out the door, stopping in his tracks when he saw Billy and I talking. Billy turned to look at where my eyes had wandered, clicking his tongue when he saw Steve there.

“Ah, you’ve got a crush on that guy?”

“Ew. Steve? God no.” I fake gagged aloud, beginning to walk with my bike, Billy jogging to catch up with me. “He’s got a girlfriend, and he hates me”

“So, will I see you at that halloween thing tonight?”

“Not a chance”

“Y/N” Steve called. I looked past Billy, giving him a questioning look. “Come over here”

I groaned, turning my bike so I could go towards Steve. Billy only laughed, pulling his keys from his pocket and taking another puff of smoke “I’ll save you a drink”

“I’m not going” I beamed, the two of us parting ways. “What?” I hissed at Steve.

“I think you need to stay away from that guy”

“I think you pretending to care about me is annoying”

“He’s an asshole”

“And you’re what, better than him?” Steve blinked a few times, not daring to answer.

───── ❝ ❞ ─────

The music was blaring as I entered Tina’s house. A few steps inside and I already wanted to go home, regretting my bold costume choice of just not wearing a costume and found my way to the kitchen for a drink.

“We’ll don’t you look…” I looked over Billy’s costume “Shirtless”

“You did show up, I knew I was irresistible.” He passed me a plastic cup before scooping another in the punch bowl. Walking out of the kitchen, Billy followed closely behind me.

I sipped my heavily spiked punch and eyed the blonde “You’re obsessed with me a little bit, aren’t you?”

He laughed, leaning against the wall and looking down at me. “Youre obsessed with yourself if you believe that” He brought his cup to his lips, looking around the room and giving a few suggestive winks or smiles to girls that were drooling over than him. Each girl would immediately perk up, turning to the friends surrounding her and practically go into a giggling frenzy.

“Why do they like you?” I wondered aloud. “I get it, they think you’re ‘like totally smoking hot’ but they don’t know you”

Billy opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by almost everyone near the kitchen gasping, I tried to peer past him but failed to see what was so shocking. He lost interest quickly, the party returning to how loud it had been a moment ago and Billy giving me his attention again. “Mystery is part of my charm.”

I hummed in response, sipping my drink again when a door down the hall slammed, Steve rushing out. He glanced at me, keeping his head down as he went towards the door. “Harrington?” I questioned but he kept walking. I pushed my cup into Billy’s hand and pushed my way through he crowd to the door. “Harrington!” I repeated, the door closing behind me.

“What? What?!” He shouted, throwing his arms in the air and turning to look at me.

“You never leave a party early, you’re King Steve.” I walked down the steps, clinging my arms to my chest in defence against the cold breeze. “I know youre a douche but I’m still concerned. So what’s wrong?”

“Why don’t you ask Nancy? Or did you already know?”

“Know what?”

Steve walks closer, now only a few inches away, anger radiating off of him. I could even smell the alcohol on his breath.“You know.”

“Jesus, I’m trying to help you but if you cant put this petty feud aside for 15 seconds then I’m going back inside” I pushed his chest, turning back around. Steve moved quickly, now blocking the porch steps.

“I’m surprised you didn’t make it a point to tell me, wouldn’t that have made you happy? Rubbing it in my face that Nancy doesn’t love me!”

“I—” Steves words slowly sank in and I registered what he had just said to me. “She doesn’t love you?”

He paused, the anger fading as he realise I hadn’t known but I felt the anger now boiling inside of me

“You’re so good to her, too good to her. You fought a man eating monster from another dimension for her! How could she not love you?”

Steve stepped forward, one hand of his gently placed on my hip. His face coming close to mine, eyes closing, lips puckering up, and all the other sounds of the world going silent— the wind in the trees, the party in full swing— all silent, as Steve’s highly educated lips met mine. I was frozen.

And then below this, my heart reacting. Not a loud thump. Not a leap. More like a melody. My heart moving between two elements: one, excitement, and the other, fear. I tried to pay attention, push him away from me but I found myself unable to. My eyes fluttering shut as the heat rose in my cheeks. Finally, Steve broke off the kiss. He looked at me blankly a moment, and without a word he walked away, rushing down the front lawn and away from the party. I touched my finger to my lips before turning to see if Steve was gone before slowly walking back up the steps and in to the house.

“Hold the door” Jonathan spoke as I got inside, he held up a drunken Nancy. Stepping out the door, I put Nancy’s other arm over my shoulder to help him. “Thanks”

We made our way to his car in silence, carefully putting Nancy in the passenger seat.

“Do you need a ride?” Jonathan asked, closing the car door.

“No, no. I’ll find a way, just get her home.” I was afraid if I stayed with them I’d tell them what just happened, and I didn’t full understand it so how would they? Jonathan nodded and climbed in the drivers seat, startling the car as I went back inside again. Billy was leaned against the wall still holding my cup as he sipped on his.

“Hey” He grinned “I was afraid you weren’t coming back.”

“Yeah, I’m ready to head out.”

“Let me drive you, parties boring anyway.” He shrugged, throwing his head back and finishing his drink. Putting my drink on a random table, I followed closely behind him and out the door for the last time. He twirled his keys around his finger, walking down the lawn in an almost perfectly straight line, indicating to me he was sober enough to drive. Hopefully. I doubt there would be many cars on the road, and it would only take 2 minutes to get to my house.

Billy’s car was nice to say the least, and he instinctively turned down the radio as the car started. He didn’t say anything for a minute but when he finally spoke I barely even noticed him talking.

“What?”

He exhaled sharply out his nose, as if angry I hadn’t been listening but not wanting to show it. “I asked what was wrong with Harrington, why’d he storm off?”

“He was too drunk to tell me” I shrugged, hoping it was a decently believable lie. Billy nodded seemingly accepting it. “Turn left”

He did as I instructed, and parked when I pointed out my house. “Nice place.”

“It’s alright.” I opened the door, Steve was still running though my head and I wanted to think of anything but him even for a few more minutes. The lights were off, my parents probably long asleep. “Do you want to come inside?”

[chessyhoward]

When Joey had suggested they spend New Year's Eve at A Novel Idea, Chess had been tentative at first. She'd rung in the past few New Years with Hazel June sleeping soundly at her side, watching the fireworks glow in the sky and with the tv humming quietly in the background. It had been years since she'd bothered to make herself all pretty, put on a nice dress and watch the clock count down to Midnight in a room full of drunken strangers. But Joey had merely suggested she bring Hazel along, and well, that seemed like the perfect middle ground.

Hazel had run around excitedly for the first couple of hours, making a general nuisance of herself and introducing herself to all the partygoers. She'd decided pretty early into the night she loved Billy, twirling so he could admire the bow on the back of her dress and asking him questions about the kind of books he liked to read. Eventually, Chess had found her slumped with her head in Billy's lap, snoring sweetly. Chess had apologised profusely for at least five minutes, and Billy had been kind enough to say Chess could put Hazel down for the night on his sofa upstairs.

After peering her head into Billy's living room for the fourth time, Chess crept downstairs in her heels to rejoin the party. She slipped easily back into the crowd, her shoulders brushing with Joey's own. Joey had squeezed her arm gently, making sure the other woman was okay, before Chess took her drink back from Micah, who'd been politely guarding it.

At some point, Joey had convinced a tipsy Chess to relinquish her hold on her phone. The ghosthunter was now scrolling through her Instagram DMs and letting out the odd excited squeal as she picked apart every single message Matty had sent to her.

"Keep it down!" Chess giggled, leaning her head in close to the other womans. She knew that the man was somewhere in the room, although last time she'd checked, Matty had been parading his not-boyfriend around the room by the hand. It didn't smart too much. After all, Chess wasn't expecting much, and the light flirtation had been nice enough.

Lifting her head to the sight of Ivy haphazardly throwing herself down beside Joey, she sent a sweet smile the other woman's way before seeing the downtrodden look on her face.

"What's wrong, hon?" Chess questioned, her lips turning downward in a soft pout. It was rare she'd seen Ivy anything other than full of life and raring to go, a mischevious look in her eye. Ravishing as she looked in her lemon yellow dress - cut in such a way that Chess couldn't help the way her eyes travelled downward to her breasts - she still looked utterly miserable.

"You want mine?" Chess asked, sliding her champagne flute across the table to the brunette. She knew it probably wasn't the best idea to ply an already-miserable person with alcohol, but if you were allowed to be a little bit reckless at any time, it was New Years.

"Being blo- oh, I see. In the bookshop?" she wrinkled her nose. "Um, okay, what can I do? You wanna leave? Wait, do you wanna do shots? People do that, right?"

Ivy thought she might throw up. Not from alcohol consumption and not because she thought that Billy was secretly poisoning them with the weirdly addictive salted caramel brownies that Ivy would never admit to Wardo that she’d been begging Harlow for more of, even during their boycott of A Novel Idea.  

No, Ivy felt dizzy and nauseated and like she might take flight, any minute now. Her conversation with Max had left her far more confused than she’d felt going into it, her feelings for the man murkier and far more conflicting than she’d ever realised. She liked him, this much she was sure of. He was gorgeous, gave her the best orgasms of her life, and she also... enjoyed his company. The realisation had startled her as much as the next person but admitting as such to Max had not been part of the plan. Yet there she’d stood, tipsy and confused, fighting the urge to up and leave the city altogether, and she’d spilled her guts to the man she was trying so desperately not to develop feelings for. 

When she’d managed to slip away from him, lips still tingling from where he’d kissed her, she’d made a beeline straight for Chess and her friends. Clad in her pretty red dress, she’d been talking animatedly to Joey, the two gushing over some model that Ivy didn’t give a single shit about. She was on edge, her hands tugging nervously at the flowing fabric of her dress. She knew she looked hot, had picked the dress specifically with the intention of blowing a few minds, but suddenly she felt exposed. A little bit of thigh here and a whole lot of cleavage there was nothing to Ivy, but spilling her soul out to somebody was a level of intimacy that she’d never truly been comfortable with.  

Dating Dierks had been detrimental to her self-worth in more ways than one, but for a short while it had been good. She’d let her walls down, had shared parts of herself with him that even Wardo hadn’t known about. And it had all been for nothing. Looking back, she realised she’d backed herself into a corner, their whole relationship a mess of her own making. Dierks had been an asshole by the end of it, but she only had herself to blame for opening herself up to him in the first place. And now that she’d done the same with Max, she knew things were sure to spiral. Max was a damn sight kinder, more patient than Dierks had ever been, but that didn’t mean he’d stick around, no matter what he said. It was less about her faith in him, and more about the fact that she knew she’d show him her uglier side sooner or later, so why prolong the inevitable? 

“I need a drink. Or ten. And I can’t go back to the bar,” Ivy announced, dropping inelegantly into a seat beside Joey. She could see Scotty out of the corner of her eye, a smug smile on his face as he took in her state of distress. Without looking at him, she waved a hand in his direction and snapped her fingers shut in a silencing moment. “Pipe down, Carter.” 

Ivy had never been a drinker – the stench of whiskey always reminding her of roaming hands, bruises along her neck – but now that she’d grown accustomed to the taste, she thought she had a pretty good grasp on her control of the substance. Tonight, she wanted to be reckless. 

Focusing the full force of her attention onto Chess, she fixed her with a pleading stare. 

“We have 15 minutes until midnight, Wardo is probably off in some corner getting blown by his ex-boyfriend, and I am begging you to make me forget this Hellish night.” 

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Hi! Could you please make a os where Wanda saves reader and they eventually fell in love?

I love all of your fics and I truly miss your marvel women os book in wattpad :(

Another Life Saved

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

A/N - thank you for the request lovely! I miss writing on Wattpad too but I can’t afford to have my books taken down again :,( I hope you like this fic! Not proof read I apologise

Your body shivered, concrete floor cold as the damp air around you shifted into something unreadable. The draft took you by surprise. You were God knows how many feet underground, so wind was a uncommon occurrence.

You curled up in a ball, knees pulled up to your chest and head covered. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good: At least that’s what you’d learnt after being down here for so long.

Hydra was nothing good, the guards, the missions, the fucking food was awful too. You’ve tried so many times to leave this place. To leave the concrete that has been keeping you in for so many years. Sometimes you wished it was all over, so you didn’t have to be in this place anymore. The torture was enough to make someone go insane. It was terrible.

“I’ve found someone.”

The noise of an unfamiliar voice called out. It wasn’t loud, but you’d been hidden away for a while now; your ears not used to sound at all. Ever since Hydra bunkers have been going down, people like you, super soldiers, have been hidden away. For some reason they wanted to wait to use your strength against who ever was taking down the bunkers.

Clearly someone had forgotten about you.

You flinched at the sound of someone’s footsteps getting closer. The initial interaction with people were terrifying to you, not really knowing what to expect. Another beating? Or maybe a mission?

“Hey, darling.”

You still didn’t look up, despite the warmth of the voice being comforting.

“It’s okay. I’m here to help you get out of here.”

You were taught not to be alive it, but something about the softness of her voice made you absentmindedly lift your head up.

A woman, about your age, kneeled beside you with a comforting smile on her face. You didn’t trust of yet, of course wary about her being a guard and all, but her clothes made you less concerned.

Another woman, dressed in black, stepped up behind the brunette, talking into her comms in a whisper.

“Come with me. I can help you. I promise, you’ll be okay,”

Whatever came over you was enough to convince you to nod shyly. However the second you got up, your head started spinning. You’ve not eaten in weeks, the only think keeping you alive was the serum running through your veins.

Next thing you knew was you were on some plane, a blanket covering your shoulders while you held a cup of water in your hands.

“How are you feeling?”

You looked to the side, the same woman who’d talked to you in your cell was now next to you. A red jacket over her shirt.

You didn’t really know what to say. The series of events that happened minutes before still processing in your head. You hoped this wasn’t a dream, it felt too good to be true. Years of torture and now your free? There has to be a catch.

“вы говорите по-английски” (Do you speak English?)

You nodded. They’d taught you multiple languages. Polish, Romanian, very broken Sokovian and a couple of other ones that you needed for a mission.

She smiled sympathetically, sighing as she sat next to you.

“You’ll be okay. We’ll take care of you.”

All you could do is nod. Not that you didn’t want to speak, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get the noise out. With a deep sigh, you leaned your elbows on your knees, unsure of where the plane will take you.

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They gave you a room. They trusted you with a room. After some medical exams, with the assistance of the woman you learned was called Wanda, you changed into actual clothes and she led you to your room.

You were pretty sure it was her clothes too. Your sense of smell has been more sensitive than a regular persons, only because of the serum. You could smell her scent on the hoodie you wore. Your other four senses were affected too.

It all seemed a bit surreal, the room you were given was uncomfortably white and organised, something you weren’t used to. You slept on concrete for the last couple of years, and when you sat on the bed you felt like you were sinking. Maybe it was better if you slept on the floor, out of habit.

Nobody disturbed you for the rest of the day, which was only a few hours before the sun started setting. You weren’t used to the window either. The sun on your face when it got just in the way of the glass. The way it set slowly behind the horizon. It was all new and you didn’t know what to make of it.

You watched until you could see nothing out of the window, just the white dots in the sky that flickered once in a while. With a deep sigh, you took a pillow off of the bed, and threw it onto the ground.

Without a second thought, you laid down in the floor, making sure to be facing the door so you could reach if anyone came in. You doubted you’d even sleep tonight. Too much happened, your heart hadn’t stopped banging against your chest since you’d gotten out.

It would be a long night.

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You’d not actually left your room since, and it’s been a solid couple of weeks. You’ve only gotten a few visits from Wanda, and Bucky, who you’d met once or twice at the hydra base they kept you in a few years back.

You were happy to see a familiar face, someone who had been through the same thing as you. He told you all about not wanting to interact with the other until Steve had shown him he was completely safe. He said he was still unsure sometimes, doubtful about the intentions of other people he’s met. The reassurance was helpful, knowing you had another person to talk to if you needed.

Wanda was a regular visitor. She never once questioned why you slept on the floor, even after walking in on you laying on the group with a pillow under your head.

She’d been a lot of help in term of helping you over come your fear of people. She told you about herself, successfully gaining your trust after a few nights spent together.

She even came to visit you when you’d woken up screaming after a nightmare. It was difficult, but she held you in her arms when those happened. It was comforting, her skin had a sort of heat that made you calm down. Eventually, when she told you about her magic, she showed you how she could fix those nightmares.

With only a finger to your temple, she made the nightmares into dreams, one’s that make you look forwards to going to sleep.

Months past before you got the courage to walk out of your room on your own. It was about midday, usually when Wanda would bring you food, but you decided not to be a coward and walk to the main area of the building, just to see what it was like beyond your four walls.

Out of everyone, it was safe to say that you trusted Wanda the most, Bucky being right behind.

“Hey (Y/N).” Wanda smiled at you warmly, not surprised you’d finally left your room. It was only her, Steve and Natasha in the room. Wanda was obviously cooking. She told you it was something that calmed her down, something she enjoyed doing.

“Hi.”

Steve waved at you and he resumed his conversation with Nat. You walked closer to Wanda, looking at her seasoning some soup.

“Where everyone else?” You asked, tone low so that the other two people couldn’t hear you. She giggled a bit before telling you that they were on a mission, and that they’d be back the next day.

“Can I help?” You wanted to learn, and now that you were getting more confident with speaking and socialising, you’d needed basic human skills. Cooking is one of them.

She stopped her movements to look at you, before she nodded her head and showed you what she was planning for dinner that day. You were mostly watching and learning, but you also were the tester to see how well the food tasted.

To say the food was an upgrade from your hydra meals would be an understatement. Her cooking could never be bad.

You spend the next three months purely with Wanda. She taught you how to cook; bake; clean and use several of the kitchen equipment in the tower.

Bucky was surprised at how quickly you settled in. He was happy you found Wanda to keep you occupied, but almost everyone could see your relationship grow just by watching the two of you interact at dinner or even while you two cooked.

You were basically apart of the family now. Everyone loved you for you, your personality bought light into the tower, even bough you went through a roughy life.

They admired your confidence, but they all knew it was thanks to Wanda. Without her, you’d probably still be in your room, sleeping in the floor without talking to anyone for months at a time.

Obviously the feeling you’d been feeling towards her were going completely unnoticed due to your lack of experience with love.

Only a conversation with Bucky had made you realise your feelings. He’d told you the sappy story of him realising he was in love with Steve, but it was easier for him since he knew Steve when he was younger.

“Just tell her, kid. She likes you too.”

He’d tell you that every time, but somehow you never actually believed him.

It wasn’t until she kissed you while you had a cooking sesh did you finally admit your feelings. Her hands landed on your shoulders, pulling you closer to her as she smirked into the kiss.

You liked her close, and hopefully you lasted like that forever.

THE END

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[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 5: he should have stayed on that moon

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of blood

masterlist

"there you are!" allison ran up behind luther in the hallway. "i've been looking everywhere for you" 

"what are you still doing here? i thought you were gone" he turned to look at her in surprise.

"no, i was gonna go and then pogo showed me this-" she tried to explain what she had found but luther cut her off with a shake of his head.

"well, listen.. i was wrong about dad's death"

"what?"

"yeah, i was wrong about y/n, you know, to accuse my own sister of that- it's just-"

"no, no, i get it-"

"seeing all of you and being back here. i-i should be the one who's trying to bring us all back together not tear us apart-"

"would you shut up?"

"what?"

"you were right. about dad. come on, i gotta show you something"

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"i can't" eight didn't like crying, especially not in front of her father. he was always cruel, no matter how much the children pleaded and sobbed. she crumpled to the floor, exhausted. she hated training alone, she wanted to train with her siblings outside in the snow, it looked like more fun than this was.

"you are weak, number eight! we will continue until you can get it right" reginald glared down at her. "again!" 

she pushed herself up, wobbling. she weakly pushed herself again, trying to make something, anything happen. she squeezed her eyes shut, hands forming fists as she thought hard about what her father wanted. she didn't even know what she was expected to do. to no surprise, nothing happened. reginald sighed heavily, disappointed. he pulled a watch from his pocket before staring down at her as she fell to her knees again.

"you are dismissed, dinner will be in 20 minutes" and she was left alone. reginald disappeared into his office once again. she lay on the floor for a moment, heaving for breath. they had been training for hours, pushing her past her limits. grace and pogo lead her siblings, minus vanya, in through the doors. not wanting them to see her like that she gripped the table behind her, pulling herself up and leaning against it. 

"y/n?" ben frowned, stepping over. the others look at her in shock. she shook him off, grumbling about how she was 'fine'. he watched her stumble up the stairs, cringing in pain. her siblings all shared a saddened look. 

when they did rush down for dinner, y/n slumped into her chair, dark bags under her eyes. she barely touched her food, pushing it around her plate.

"number eight!" the next thing she knew five was holding her head up and her father was yelling at her. he degraded her, insulted her but she didn't hear a thing. five slowly let go of her, watching her carefully before turning away, back to his meal.

she sat up straighter and actually started to eat the food on her plate, after all, she must train on a full stomach.

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y/n and five walked up the stairs of the mansion, feet dragging heavily. as they stepped up they were met with luther and allison.

"five? y/n? what the hell happened to you?" both stayed silent. y/n stared at her feet in a sort of daze. everything was still kind of confusing. 

"are you okay?" luther reached out to five, "can we help?" the said boy took him by surprise, hand snapping up and grabbing his fist.

"there's nothing you can do" he spat before his expression saddened, "there's nothing any of you can do.."

y/n looked up, watching as he went. she frowned.

"you alright?" she stared at luther for a moment, grimacing as she remembered what they had last talked about. she kept her mouth shut, brushing past him to her room. 

"y/n, wait-"

"just fuck off, luther" she snapped before he could say anything. he should have stayed on that moon.

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"number eight" the remaining five siblings with powers stood in a line. it had been a couple weeks since ben's death now. reginald stood in front of them. they had all been told today's training would be different. "step forwards" she did as she was told, standing in front of the others. "you will be using your powers on your siblings today" 

her head snapped up at that as did the others. she had never used her powers on them before and they knew what she could do to others. he sent the others all around the house. she was told to find them, sensing where they were with a blindfold on, almost like hide and seek without any of the fun. it was when she had found them all for the seventh time that she sensed something else. 

"there are five people in line" she stated, "vanya?" 

"wrong" she heard her father scold. "there are only four"

"there's a fifth, i can sense it" she frowned, pulling her blindfold off to see only her four siblings. they all looked confused. "klaus.. is there a ghost? it.. it feels like ben"

"no" he answered far too quickly. ben turned on him from beside him,

"what? klaus! i am here! tell her i'm here!" 

"no, he's not" 

"klaus! what the hell?! you're so selfish! i am here!" but of course, she never knew that..

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"come on, luther, i have to show you" allison tried to pull him away but he continued to stare at where y/n had told him to 'fuck off'. he felt.. guilty.

"but.. what about y/n?" he looked at her. he hated that he upset her, he hated that he had accused her without any actual evidence. she was only a child, just like diego said. 

"she's angry, let her cool off. you should apologise but not right now, give her some time" allison offered a soft smile, "that's all she needs, some time. now, come on, this is important" 

"i just.. i feel guilty" luther frowned as they walked towards their father's room filled with cameras. "i shouldn't have assumed-"

"she'll understand" allison reassured with a smile. 

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y/n sat in her corner of the library, reading alone. she was calm, it was her safe place, nobody could bother her here. no training, no arguments, just peace.

"eight.." she looked up from her book at her brother's voice. five.

"what's wrong?" she shuffled over, eyebrows furrowing at the look on his face. he was worried, something five wasn't usually.. or at least he never showed it.

"i.. i want to time travel" he begun softly, taking a seat beside her. she frowned, why was he telling her? "i want to try but dad refused to teach me"

she froze, "you're going to try anyway" she realised. he nodded, now looking up at her.

"i know you think i hate you but i don't" he slowly begun, thinking of the words he was trying to say. "i'm telling you because i think you're the most trustworthy.. and i.." he paused, unsure of how to say what he wanted to. "i think you're the strongest, eight, no matter what our siblings may say"

"five.." she grimaced, "i know we don't talk much but i'll support you if anything happens"

"i do want to talk to you more" he sighed, ashamed for having obeyed his father's stupid rules. "but-"

"no, no. it's not your fault" y/n shook her head. "it's hard to go against him, i understand"

"you're too kind.. you shouldn't forgive people so easily, they'll take advantage of you" five frowned and she laughed. 

"i thought i was the strongest, huh?" she nudged his shoulder with her own, finally getting a small smile.

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"let me do that" y/n pulled a chair beside five, gently pulling the needle and thread out of his hand. he frowned but let her anyways. "you're antsy" she pointed out, eyeing his bouncing knee. "going somewhere in a rush?" 

"i need to go back" he stared out the door, ready to rush out. "i need to find whoever this eye belongs to so that i can stop the apocalypse" 

"i know" y/n nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she finished stitching him up. she gently used a cloth to wipe the blood off his arm before placing a bandaid over it. five stood, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up.

"can i come?" she watched him stuff dolores into the duffle bag and swing it onto his back. 

"no" he barely spared her a glance as he moved towards the window. he climbed out.

"what? why not? come on, five" she leaned out the window, watching him begin to climb down the fire escape. 

"i need to do this, y/n, it's important" he looked up at her now. "just wait for me here, i'll come back, okay?"

albeit hurt she nodded, she needed to be understanding. she frowned, moving away from the window, hoping to find something else to do. instead as she walked out of the room she noticed luther.

she quickly moved towards her room, hoping he wouldn't see her. she couldn't deal with anymore fighting right now. to her misfortune he did notice her, following her to her room. she swiftly locked the door as she ducked inside.

"hey.. y/n?" luther stood outside her locked door, hand giving a single knock.

"what do you want?" she hissed back, refusing to open it for him. she didn't need anymore of his accusations.

"i'm.. i'm sorry for accusing you" luther sighed. he had to get this over with, she deserved an apology. "it was wrong and i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that"

he heard her cautious footsteps as she made her way to the door. there was pause before she slowly peeked out. 

"you mean it..?" she frowned, eyeing his carefully. he nodded.

"i'm sorry. i know you've probably been lonely here, i know what it's like-"

"just shut up" she breathed out a laugh, pulling the door open fully, looking relieved. "no more fighting, please? i just want my family back.." the last part was quiet, vulnerable. luther nodded, smiling back. 

"no more fighting" there was a comfortable silence that fell over the two of them before luther spoke again.

"by the way, do you know where five is?"

"yeah, why?" she tilted her head at him, confused.

"we're having a family meeting.. it's about mom. i'm going to get him"

"okay, but i can't guarantee he'll find this as important as you do"

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[ayuki-ikuya]

Dorms and Archons

Twisted Wonderland x Genshin Impact

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Dendro Archon

The Recluse Scholar

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

Kalim was excited to have a new friend! Oh the parties they'd have! The fun! The food!

When he met you, you were... distant. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset you?

He really did try to find out what he did wrong, and often sent you invitations (Malleus eyeing the invitations) you some of the parties he makes, but you don't show up nor reply, making him sadden.

Jamil low key face palming

During a normal sunny day at school, he and Jamil headed to the library to grab some books, and during the process, he found you, tucked in a corner with mountains, upon mountains of books around you, and you? You were reading.

"Ah? S/o??"

"HEEEEK!!!!"

he startled you so badly that plants from outside grew. which of course caused a commotion.

Kalim apologised for startling you, but he asked a question about your attendance, your reply was to fiddle with your sleeves before answering with a small voice that you were afraid of people despite being a deity.

Kalim immedietly thought of Idia, but he crossed the line of no return, but Kalim smiled warmly, held your hand, making you choke, and said a more softer voice that he'd throw a smaller party, just the three of them. (Don't tell me you forgot Jamil, HE MAKES THE DANG FOOD)

You accepted.

Several parties later, you two were unsurprisingly in love with each other that the students of NRC were rolling their eyes at the moments the two shared. COULD YOU TWO DATE ALREADY!?!?

When you two started dating, Kalim made a celebration, but kept you in a more secluded section, that way you could be apart of it, but not near a large crowd of people. And you were thankful for it.

As a couple, Kalim practically adores you. And he's super affectionate too! Jalim is glad to have someone more tameable and it also makes it easier to locate Kalim if he ever goes off by himself.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

He thought nothing of you at first.

Until you had full scores on everything.

He had requested you to help with Scarabia's studying, in offer of full meals, which you complied with due to living in a run down dorm and doesn't have a lot of money to support themselves with.

However, the study group went wrong due to the amount of people.

Jamil then figured that you didn't work too well with large numbers of people, and he found that you were slightly dependent on him when it comes to speaking.

He ended up planning smaller groups, working on those who had the worst grades then up.

And thanks to you, their dorm gradually got better.

Jamil spent time with you whenever he was free from following Kalim, and he was fairly fond of you.

You were soft, very soft, but highly reliable in terms of knowledge. So he'd often vent to you which is surprising.

But your presence and advice helped him grow better.

Jamil fell for you when he found you smiling at a Scarabia student showing you their improved grade, you looked like a warm hearted maternal parent, and his heart skipped at the sight.

When you two began dating, it was a bit rocky due to Jamil's family duty to serve the Al-Asim family. But Kalim was very kind to allow Jamil more free time, in exchange that he brings you over for more study parties!

You figured since Kalim wasn't fond of studying and more for partying, that you'd make a study party which improved Kalim's grade by ten folds. Jalim practically wept tears that the seven sent him this angel.

Geo Archon

The Consultant

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Azul was greedy for the power you possibly possess. and your money.

Azul underestimated you since he witnessed your lack of brains in terms of money. You forget about having your wallet on you, and whenever someone offers to pay for you, you attempt to buy everything without a single thought.

This was going to be an easy contract, Azul thought. They're an idiot, Azul thought. They can't complete this contract, Azul thought.

"I've completed my end of the contract. Now you must do yours."

"Huh? Nani?"

Azul was stupefied by this, he whipped his head towards the Leech twins, both begrudgingly nodding their heads in confirmation at the archon completing their conditions of the contract.

Azul had tried to change the details of the contract, you of course allowed it the first time.

But when you returned with the conditions once again completed, Azul tried to add more.

However, you weren't having it.

You stood up and leaned down to Azul, towering over him. A sudden pressure weighed the three mercreatures, it was heavy and foreboding. Your eyes glowed a gold with the amber ombre in your hair glowing gold as well.

"I was lenient to allow you the first time. Either fulfill your end of the deal or break the contract. But if you break the contract, you will suffer the wrath of the rock."

Azul was terrified.

When Azul fell for you, he questioned himself. How in the seven did he fall for a person like YOU!? He will never remember how, but all he knows is that he's in waaay to deep.

When you two became a couple, you were far more charasmatic and charming than before, it was like it was turned up a notch. Or two. or more...

The contract loving couple have been making more money than ever thanks to the Geo Archon, the avatar of contracts. It's either fill the conditions or suffer the wrath of the rock. Or just, don't make a contract. Simple.

But then we got the one brain cell trio doing their dumb sh**.

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Oya?

What an intriguing being.

Jade was the first to be interested in you. But he couldn't exactly find you that well since you practically mixed with the crowd a little too well than he'd like. [Bro, Zhongli and Venti has statues of themselves around Liyue and Mondstaft, AND NO ONE MANAGES TO THINK "hmmm.. You know, he looks like one that statue there.. Wait a minute-" LIKE, SRSLY!!! Venti is more obvious, I can understand Zhongli since he wears more funeral consultant clothing, but he still somehow blends in with the crowd. Unlike a Lil wind spirit.]

But when the moment came where you made a contract, Jade was more than happy to hinder you, only for you to complete the conditions before he could figure out your plan.

"... What?"

["OSMANTHUS WI-"]

After that fiasco with you giving a very large heavy warning, Jade was by your side whenever he wasn't with Floyd, questioning your knowledge, in which you were more than happy enough to comply.

Jade fell for you when you showed how competent you were unlike the other miserable guppies in school. Sure you had a few problems, but nothing with a little Jade there and everything is perfect. He also favored your knowledge, specially about fungi.

When you two became a couple, it was.. Strange to say, a air headed but scary consultant with a sadistically calm eelman? That's ringing bells for everyone.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd had zero, zip, non, 100% no interest in you. Why? You looks, sound and seem boring. And he stand corrected.

it was later when you completed the conditions, which, not gonna lie, spooked Floyd.

"Hah?"

Later, he began to go after you like he did with Goldfish (Riddle), and when he tried to squeeze you, he found himself squeezing a shield instead.

He found himself utterly thrilled and had did several attempts at you, which failed.

His interest in you and your abilities heightened.

Then your relationship bloomed.

It was hard to say if it was romantic or platonic, but either way, Floyd was perfectly happy. Happy to have a partner who continues to show things or tell him things about their world.

As long as Floyd kept out of trouble and/or content, Jade and Azul didn't say question their relationship.

Pyro Archon

The Warlord

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? Get out.

Leona didn't care for you, not one single bit. Until you messed with his sleep schedule due to your chaoticness.

Whenever your around, you just bring trouble with you. And he doesn't like it one bit.

And when you bring trouble, you bring noise.

Which officially ruins his nap times.

However, Leona praises and respects your prowess in battle. You always gave it your all, which he liked. You weren't holding back, which allowed him to gauge how powerful you were as a deity with or without your element.

As it turns out, you're stronger than what you make yourself out to be, but what catches Leona's attention the most, was how calculating you were. It was as if you were analyzing him

To be honest, he felt violated.

At most times, you're energetic, but when your quiet or serious, it's either pack your sh** and leave or get out of their way.

Because when your either if those, you will either send someone to the nurse with severe casualties or some of the schools property will be destroyed. And of course, there is a justified reason for this.

Other than to make Crowley very upset of course.

Leona fell for you with your strength. He loves a woman who can lead and he could just relax. Unless it comes to some other type of leadership, like in the bedroom, then that will change. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

These two are dangerous as a couple when Leona's awake and active. And when Leona's on the move, expect a gremlin to be tailing after him, and be sure to clear out of their way. Mercy didn't in their vocabulary.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Huh? Do I know you? No? Goodbye.

Ruggie, quite literally, didn't give a rats ass about you.

To him, you were like any other beast man, rowdy and rough, other than your form that is.

But thankfully, you knew how to take care of yourself. Less work for Ruggie. I guess.

Not only that you knew how to cook. That was a god sent gift to Ruggie. Sadly though, you only know how to make mostly meat dishes. If it contains vegetables, expect the veggies to be over seasoned.

Leona was scared when he saw you in the kitchen, only to calm down seeing you being calm and not rowdy.

Ruggie fell for your cooking. He is literally the term "To get to a mans heart, you go through their stomach". although you should work on cooking vegetables better for a more healthier lifestyle.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Strong? Strong.

You two are 100% besties.

You two are glued to the hip whenever you guys are free or share classes.

You both like to exercise and spar, so you two mostly go for each other.

To say the least, Jack mostly saw you as a sibling. Sorry, no romance.

Jack often scolds you for not eating more vegetables.

Which makes you pout and huff.

Cute lil tyke - Leona

Hydro Archon

The Judge

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Nice, another rule setter like me. We're gonna be great friends.

"Explain why two cubes of sugar should be in a lemon tea? It's blasphemy."

I see you have chosen violence 😌

Riddle at first liked you, until you learned about the rules of the Queen of Hearts, did he start to hate you.

"BE QUIET OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

He loathed you.

He thought that since your a judge, you'd understand the rules, much like him. But no, you judged the rules as well, evaluating if they are fair or not.

Whenever you call out on the rules that appeared ridiculously stupid to have (like the two sugar cubes in lemon tea. That's bs to you.)

After the overblot, you were more nicer when he changed.

He stand corrected.

But he didn't mind it, he low key enjoyed arguing with you, without him screaming at you of course.

You two as a couple sends fear in everyone. A judge and a tyrant? That's a deadly combo.

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Trey had taken a liking to you, seeing how similar you are to Riddle.

He enjoyed answering your questions about rules, but if there were rules he can't remember, he'd look at them with you to not only answer your question, but to commit them to memory in case.

What he's scared of is when you give trials regarding about incidents. Riddle would present his case then the 'innocent' or innocent would present theirs.

If the person is guilty, you ensure punishment, because like Riddle, you detest rule breakers unless in reason. You didn't mind them bending the rules as long as it doesn't break.

Trey is envious of your abilities, but you reassure him the his Doodle Suit is superior if you can use it against others magic.

You often praised him as well.

You admitted to thinking about a scenario of if Trey was born in Tevyat, he'd receive a hydro vision.

He flushed in response, secretly happy to have caught your attention.

You two as a couple puts everyone, minus Riddle because it's you, at ease.

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

#ohmyseveniminlove #calltheambulance #loveatfirstsight #goddescendingfromheaven #pinchme #PLSNOTICEMEANDLOVEME #foryoupage

He practically fell for you.

To him, you were perfect.

"You have flaws? I only see perfection!"

He's a smooth talker, albeit feminine due to having a lot of sisters, but smooth nonetheless.

He's a simp for you, willing to use his unique magic to do anything and everything for you.

Literally fell at first sight of you.

As a couple, Cater often takes couple photos with you, at first you were content with the pictures, but at this point they kinda peeved her when he takes pictures on every occasion.

"Smiiiile~"

"Cater, I love you, but please, stop."

"If you give me a kiss I might~"

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

You're his role model.

Literally the Geno to your Saitama.

He carries a notebook with him to take notes on you since he strives to be like you. A model being.

Even if he looks smart, he still has a split braincell between Ace and Grim.

Don't hold it against him if he's trying to know almost EVERYTHING about you.

More platonic than romantic.

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Complete opposites.

And completely disliked each other.

You rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because you were more justified than him, better at things than he was.

He didn't know what, it was just you being better than him. He understands he's not smart, because he foes dumb sh** with the other two.

But whenever you have to deal with their messes on their own, he feels irritated.

He often tries to get after you as well.

"Oh wow, such a god you are. Pathetic."

*cue angry archon noises with an 8 feet tall wave behind them, ready to flood Ace's ass.*

Yeah, your relationship is very... Rocky and slightly concerning.

Here's part 2! I'm happy that you read this! I will have a link to the first part after connecting the links to certain parts. Feel free to request or refer to the main master list pinned on my blog if you wish to see other choices to make! Happy reading!

[shinescape]

not the same anon but can u do a yunho study date pls?

Title: Sweet Distraction

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

note: another fluffy yunho story, hope you like how this turned out

After checking the time on your phone, you calculated that it has been exactly two hours since you stayed in the library. You were elated knowing that you got to do something productive without any disturbance.

It was a weekend and even after days of classes you had to study. Revising and finishing up your assignments before Sunday arrives. “One more subject and we can party!” You screamed-whispered to yourself as you answered the exercise questions in that expensive workbook the professor forced the whole class to buy.

Minutes later, you placed the pencil down and started stretching your neck and arms. While doing so, a familiar figure coming your way caught your eyes.

“Found you!” He jogged over and you placed your forefinger over your lips, pointing at the ‘be quiet’ poster glued on the table.

“Oh sorry” Yunho smiled sheepishly before placing a kiss on your head and went to sit next to you, leaning against the window walls facing you.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked as you picked up where you left earlier knowing well he would start to bother you and distract you from studying. He dragged the chair closer and you briefly turned to shoot him a glare to which he apologised again. “Mingi told me you were here.”

“Mingi? The Math major?” Yunho frowned at your over excited expression. “Yes, Mingi. Big square glasses, basketball player and my good friend.” He emphasized the last part as if to remind you about that important piece of information.

“Also, look what I found in my locker.” You heard a ripping sound from your side and quickly held onto his hands. “Yunho please, one more sound and they might kick us out of here.”

He smiled and dropped the content from the plastic he just ripped apart. “We were supposed to have a study date together but you bailed on me, sweetie.” Letting out a sigh you turn back to your workbook. “I didn’t bail, I escaped. Look, you’re not even going to study.”

He didn’t reply back and you couldn’t bother to stop him anymore and tried to focus on your last bits of revision. Moments later you felt him clipping things on your hair.

You did nothing and continued on reading the same paragraph you did five minutes ago. Yunho was clipping on bean sprout hair pins on your head. “Sweetie, you look like a garden fairy!”

That was the last straw, you gave up. Pushing the book away, you turned to face him completely. “Since you want to have a date, we have to look like a couple.”

It was your turn to decorate his head with the hairpins. Unlike other typical boyfriends who despise their hair being touched, Yunho was giggling and thrilled that he got to have bean sprouts on his head too.

Once you were done, he quickly brought his phone out and forced you in for some candid shots. Yunho doesn’t care how both of you looked like, he just wanted the memories to be captured. “I’m going to post this.”

He was already thinking of the caption for the photos and there you were thinking what ridiculous things you just did in the library. If it wasn’t for him, you’d never dare show your face in public with multiple green leaves on your head like that.

“Yeah, post that and your fans will come and eat me alive.” You said as you started cleaning up your belongings. He stopped what he was doing and turned to you. “Fans?” “Yes, there’s a fan club on campus called 'Jung Yunho’s Admirers' and I’m in the group chat just so you know.”

A chuckle escaped your lips at his shocked expression. “So these hairpins were probably from them.”

“I have a fan club…and why are you in the group?”

“So I know your whereabouts without needing to ask you.” You immediately froze when you realised what you had told him. Your secret to your alone time has been exposed and now he’s going to bother you even more. But unexpectedly he had other thoughts in his head.

“I wonder if Mingi has a fan club too.”

[finelinevogue]

can you do something where y/n and harry are looking through photos with one another please?

god this has been too long i apologise!! okay!! hope this is at least kind of what you wanted, enjoyyy;

You laughed to yourself as you scrolled past another photo.

Whilst Harry had been in the shower, you had decided to hop onto his phone and stalk through his photos. Harry was very relaxed about you going on his phone, just as you were with him on yours, because you both had a deep rooted trust between you.

Recently, you’d become really sentimental over the past. You’d started a new job and were making a real income now, only having worked part-time previously, and Harry was about to start on his 3rd world tour. The future was creeping up on you far too fast and the present was too real, so you wanted to just reminisce on the times by which everything seemed a little easier and maybe a little brighter.

The current photo was one of Harry sat on a bench by Brightons’ beach, where he was laughing because a seagull had just swooped an stolen all the ice-cream off the top of his cone. The memory was only from 3 months ago and yet it felt like a lifetime ago - it made you frown at how cruel time was.

“Hey, what’s got you frowning, love?” Harry sauntered into the room, towel hung low on his lips so you could see his v-lines very nicely. His hair was wet and messy, yet he still managed to look effortlessly put together. Every time you saw him you struggled to believe he was actually yours. He pouted because you were.

“Just upsetting myself by looking through old memories.” You wafted your hand at him, as if to tell him it was nothing and he had no reason to worry but that wasn’t enough to settle Harry.

He walked over to the bed and climbed on to it, making sure the towel didn’t expose all his bits since the blinds were open and unfortunately the windows were that huge that someone standing on the other side of the country would be able to see you. He sat up against the headboard and pulled you over into his arms, your legs twisting together in their familiar formation. His arm snaked around you and kept you close for mutual comfort.

“Why is it upsetting, hm? Pretty sure all our memories are happy, love.”

“I just get sad looking back on memories that we’ll never live again.” You shrugged your shoulders, not really knowing how best to explain it.

“But we’ll get to make so many new ones.” Harry said, but you weren’t convinced and he could tell so thought it best to stick with you and do this the way you’d set out to do, “C’mon, let’s have a look at these, hey?” He tapped on the side of his phone and you unlocked it before clicking back in the album of you both. He’d even labelled it;

‘my happy album’

It was just filled with pictures of you, sometimes you and him and then even sometimes just pictures of him if it had a meaningful story behind it, but mainly photos of you.

You spotted a photo of you both that sent you back only a couple of weeks ago. It was a photo of the photos you’d taken in the photo booth at Urban Outfitters. You’d wanted new hoodies and Urban was always the place to go for them, so whilst Harry treated you to a couple you treated him to a few rounds of captured memories in the photo booth. They ranged from you kissing each other to you pulling your middle fingers out on the camera. You just remembered how much of a god day that was.

“I still need to wash out that stain in the hoodie actually.” You said, the photo reminding you of the chore you needed to do.

“Still? Y/N, baby, it’s been 3 weeks.” Harry laughed at you, remembering you’d put the hoodie on straight after you’d come out of the shop and only to spill soy sauce on it 15 minutes later when you went for lunch at Yo-Sushi!

“Was too busy wearing your hoodies I forgot that one existed.” You cringed at whether that stain would even come out now after all that time.

“Y’pest!” He squeezed your side playfully and you laughed before returning your attention back to the photos, starting to forget the worries of earlier and completely forgetting that you needed to wash that jumper.

The next photo was another of the both of you. It was a selfie and you smiled warmly at the memory attached to it. Harry was kissing you cheek as your face was scrunched up in a smile at the camera, both of your stood in front of a sign that read ‘Sold’ which was in front of your, now, house. That was such a huge achievement for the both of you and the excitement of that day was truly second to none.

“Still our biggest achievement, hey?” You asked Harry rhetorically, but he answered anyways.

“Not mine.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. This house purchase had meant everything to you and you thought it had for him too.

“Wh— I don’t understand?”

“You will when you have a rock on your ring finger.” Your eyes widened to his words and you turned to look at him.

“Was that…” You questioned him without really asking him anything.

“No baby. You’ll know when i’ve proposed.” He bent over to give your forehead a deserving kiss and you hummed at the contact.

“And that’ll be your greatest achievement?”

“I’ve not decided yet.”

“You’re full of anticipation, aren’t you Styles?” You chuckled, turning yourself back to keep looking at the phone.

“Just full of hope for the future.”

Time froze for a minute as you took in his words. Harry made you realise, with one sentence, that the future was nothing to be scared of. It was waiting for you to do something so special and crazy with it - it hadn’t planned anything for you yet, only hope that you’d be happy living through it. You sniffled and went teary eyed at the thought, scrolling a little more down the album.

You clicked on a random photo, wanting to see it zoomed in and Harry cooed at the picture. It was a picture of you, laying down on a towel on the sandy beach of Santa Monica and reading your favourite book. You didn’t even know the photo existed until now, but you were happy it did. If you closed your eyes to the image you could feel the warm sand between your toes and the evening sun kissing your skin, as you read over the pages of the book that was worn to pieces it was so well loved.

“I didn’t know you’d taken this!” You exclaimed, turning your head to look up at your gorgeous boyfriend for a split moment and then back to the photo for another glance.

“Couldn’t not. You looked beautiful and just so happy.”

“I was,” you smiled to yourself, before pushing yourself up onto Harry’s chest a bit more and leaning your lips into him, “I am.” You lightly kissed him, teasing him for more. “Always will be with you H.”

“God, I love you Y/N.”

He pulled you sharply down against him, mushing his lips to yours and kissing you breathless. He savoured the sweet taste of your lips and inhaled the soft scent of your rose body lotion. You were an absolute drug to him and he would never be able to give you up. You were completely his, and by the passion within this kiss he knew that he was completely yours too.

[frogecstacy]

MA'AM may I please request MC getting a new lipstick and goes around kissing the brothers (or just Mammon if all 7 is too much) and leaving lipstick marks on them and the brother's walk around with the lip marks without noticing????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank youuuu

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting this.

I did them all separately I hope this is ok

I am always open to asks or like if you have questions about me or how I write or me> I just love getting asks

The Obey Me brothers not noticing your lipstick on them

Lucifer

You had recently bought a new lipstick and wanted to wear it to RAD one morning.

At the act of wearing your new lipstick, it had come to his attention

Was it him or were your lips just looking absolutely amazing today

Did this lipstick have a spell on it because he wanted to kiss your lips pretty bad right now

During the day at RAD he couldn’t contain himself and he pulled you aside and starting kissing you

Your plush lips peppered his face

You kissed his lips and cheeks, before heading to class

However you having to leave quickly and Lucifer not noticing. He had a whole face of lipstick marks

Walking around RAD felt strange as he was getting some stares from lower level demons

He didn’t really think about it till he met up diavolo

Diavolo chuckled and said “you and MC must have been busy.”

Lucifer gave a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately.” Diavolo now finding this hilarious and snapping a photo of Lucifer

Lucifer now rushing to a mirror, his face turning red of embarrassment

His face and especially his lips were covered with bright lipstick marks

For once in your life you’ll probably see Lucifer pass away but at the same time rise from Pride

I mean after getting over the lipsticks marks, he basically just showed everyone he is an active relationship that sure as hell is doing good

 He’ll feel better about himself and make sure to show off your marks next time

However as gift back to you he’ll shower your neck with some hickeys to show the other demons you belong to someone

Mammon

Okay so this man definitely just lives for your kisses

Like if he could sell his soul for your kisses he would

Now this man is shy so I think he’ll just steal you while your just walking by a classroom

Like you’ll be walking and all of a sudden someone is grabbing your waist and you are being dragged into an empty classroom

In such classroom is your lovely boyfriend Mammon having a pouty face

He’ll be standing there like 👉👈🥺

Totally expecting to just know what he wants

He’ll start to tug at your sleeves and whispers so faintly “I missed ya kisses”

Okay so if you wanted to tease him you’ll be like “Sorry, what was that Mammon? I didn’t quite get it” with a cocky grin plastered on your face

And then all of a sudden he just blurts out “Gah humans! Are ya going deaf. I want kisses alright. Are ya satisfied?”

Now being satisfied with yourself you whisper “yes” quietly into his ear and you will than start kissing his cheek and make your way to the corner of his mouth

He’ll be a blushing mess saying he doesn’t like it but the redness on his ears say otherwise

Now you had totally forgotten that you were wearing a new lipstick and forgot to mention to Mammon that he should wipe his face before leaving

However the bell had rang already and you were going your separate ways assuming Mammon would look into a mirror before class

WRONG!!

This man did his whole class with your lipsticks marks over his face

Now he was getting stares but he just assumed The Great Mammon was finally getting noticed

IT wasn’t until after class that Levi said “Ugh you normies and making out. Wow Mammon looks like you finally got some action”

He should talk

This confused Mammon. There was something on his face?

He went to the mirror and... 

BAM!! 

He almost had to catch himself from embarrassment

Now he didn’t want to show his vulnerability so he used this to his advantage and was like “Yeah MC are making out. You got a problem with that”

Now just showing off he was in a relationship he was more than happy to boast

After he’ll ask if you can do that again because puppy just loves attention

Levi

Okay so we already know Levi does a lot of online schooling

On the rare occasions he does go into school to write a test he was particularly nervous

You being the amazing S/O you are just shower him with kisses

I mean I think you just killed him

He’s just standing there like 🧍🏼

It will take a moment and than he’ll be like “OH MY GOSH!!”

And this startles you so you’re like “What’s wrong? Did you not like?”

His neck and ears are just fully red and he’s like no I saw a couple do this at RAD one day. Is this how normies feel?”

After realising you kissed him he’s quiet now and he’s silently hinting he wants some more kisses

And again since you are so amazing you’ll be like of course bb

Now smothering him with kisses and forgetting that you are wearing a new lipstick

He just walks into the classroom feeling confident without the knowledge that he has lipstick all over his face

Now he’s getting stares in class but he just knocks it up as he doesn’t go into class often his classmates are just wondering why he’s here

It isn’t until he gets home and starts streaming with his camera on that someone points out that he has lipstick all over his face

He just faints and the comment section blows up saying their boi Levi finally getting some action

He ends the live right there from embarrassment 

It isn’t until you get home and see him and you’re like “What’s wrong?”

Now thinking back on the memory gets to embarrassed to talk about it he just says “I like your new lipstick”

 “Oh thanks for noticing” you cheerily reply

He over all loves your kisses to he’d rather have your kisses than be getting none of your kisses

Satan

Okay so another cocky mf who loves you and your lips

He’ll probably be reading in the library at school

You’ll show up for your daily chat

You and Satan often meet up in the library for private time to chat quietly

You would meet in the library at the House of Lamentation, but you’re always bound to be interrupted by one of the brothers

So you say your greetings and you’ll kiss Satan on the cheek and you saw the lipstick mark

Now thinking he looked cute you didn’t bother to tell him about it

You guys start to study soon after your catch up and Satan notices you keep staring at his lips and cheek

A sly grin makes it way on his face and he’s like “MC do I have something on my face?”

And not wanting to tell him about the lipstick mark  your like “N-no”

This mf just beckons you over to his lap and you sit down

Now staring at each other you start smiling

Man just initiates takeout session 

IN THE LIBRARY!!

I want to make out with Satan in a library

Mid make out you get a call from Mammon to hurry over he needs your help

Satan has an annoyed expression on his face

You tell him you’ll continue this when you see him at home

If you know what I mean

You had forgotten to tell Satan he had lipstick marks on his face so it wasn’t until he goes to check out some books that the lady at the desk goes “Ooh Satan! I guess you must've been busy reading someone’s lips”

Satan blushing wondering if the librarian had seen you two

He decided to go to the washroom before he left and he noticed all the marks on him

He was a blushing mess

He was definitely going to give you twice as many marks and litter your neck

Asmo

Okay so he probably was the one he got you this new lipstick

And when your trying it on he’s like out it looks so good, you should wear it at RAD tomorrow

Little did you know he just wanted to make out with you at school tomorrow 

So you’re at school and Asmo kinda just shows up and he’s ask “Do you want to go for a walk with me on the field”

And you love spending time with your boyfriend 

So your walking on the field and he has his hand on your lower back 

He is guiding you to the back of the field 

When you get to the back he turns to you and lifts your chin

He goes “I see you are wearing the new lipstick”

You smile and nod hoping he would have noticed

It’s Asmo I pretty sure he can read you easily when it comes to looks and attention 

So he just holding your chin up and he slowly leans into kissing you

At this act, if you don’t object or show any signs of discomfort he literally picks you up and lays you on the ground to be more comfortable

Damn his clothes when i comes to your lips

As soon as you hear the bell for you next class, Asmo leans away and you’re red in the face

You notice the lipstick marks and your about to say something about it and apologise because he usually doesn’t like messing up his look

He shushes you and says “I like it when you mark me up”

So he just walks around RAD for the rest of the day with your lipstick marks on him

Boy does he make Mammon jealous when he shows Mammon all your lipstick marks

Beel

Alright so this man is always hungry 

And what does he do when he can’t have food

He satisfies his hunger with your kisses

Okay so you and Beel we’re studying and he starts to get hungry and you here his stomach grumble

A literal earthquake might I add

And Beel’s like “baby I’m so hungry”

Of course you don’t like to see your big bear boyfriend upset

However he finished the whole fridge yesterday and Lucifer told him if he touched anything in the fridge until dinner he wouldn’t eat dinner

This man is the cause of world hunger

But he’s your cause of world hunger

So when he gets to hungry to continue studying you ask “is there anyway I can help”

Beel thinks for a minute and he says “your kisses always distract me when I’m nervous. Maybe they’ll do the same.”

So he literally just picks you up like your a feather puts you on his lap

He start to kiss up his neck and than the corners of his mouth

And make your way to his eyelids and you lightly kiss them

At this rate your going to drive Beel mad for your kisses

So he just kinda pushes himself onto your lips and he kisses them till their so puffy

Beel sometimes forget humans need much more air than demons so we he pulls away he sees you are out breath

This reminds you still have work so he puts you down and says “I’ll see you later baby. You helped a lot thanks”

You didn’t have a chance to properly look at his face when he leaves so none of you noticed the amount of lipstick marks on his face

He goes to hang out with Belphie and he’s like “Did you eat MC’s lipstick or something?”

Beel goes to look in the mirror and see’s are your lipstick marks

Now the hunger had subsided and he feels every spot that has been touched

He loves your kisses

Belphie 

Okay so you and Belphie often nap a lot

So one day you guys come together from RAD and are absolutely exhausted 

At this feeling Belphie suggests you two take a nap in the attic

After you guys lay down on the huge pile of pillows and blankets 

Belphie is already knocked out when you turn to look at him

You think he looks so cute when he sleeps

You couldn’t help yourself and kisses his forehead

Quietly snuggling into his embrace you fall asleep

It wasn’t until Belphie had woken up he saw your sleeping figure beside and kissed your cheek

He still had some homework to finish so he thought he would wake you up when he’s done

When he goes downstairs to get hi stuff Mammon goes “Woah that’s some mark you got there”

Belphie now has a confused look and is like “What do you mean?”

“Go look in the mirror”

Belphie heads over to the washroom and sees your lipstick mark flat on his forehead

He gets embarrassed and think its must’ve been when he fell asleep 

It calms his heart to when thinking about your act of affection

And he was heading right back up to show you how much he loves you

I hope ya’ll liked it

I literally wrote Levi’s four times because it wasn’t saving

[leviosa-moon]

Before Us - George Weasley Requested: yes | no Word Count: 1k

It had been three weeks since life had been normal for Y/N, she had spent all of her free time in the Gryffindor common room; doing her absolute best to avoid Cormac McLaggen. He had taken to repeatedly trying to ask her out, no matter how many times she had declined. Somehow, he had taken her rejection as a ‘try later’ and she just didn’t have the energy to continue rejecting him. Besides, sitting in the common room wasn’t so bad, there was always someone else to keep her company.

Things began to change, however, when George Weasley, a ginger boy in the year above Y/N found her sitting in the same seat she had taken residence in for a while. In fact, when it came to free periods, he couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t sitting in front of the fire, curled up reading a book. “What’s the book about?” He asked, as he took a seat on the sofa opposite her. She looked up at him, perplexed. He had gone through the common room many times while she had been spending time reading, primarily alone; yet, he was choosing to strike up a conversation now? It seemed slightly odd. 

“It’s just some advanced reading for potions,” she mumbled, her attention going back to her textbook. “How come you’re always cooped up in here?” He asked, perhaps a little too bluntly for a first conversation, but it was never nice seeing anyone on their own.  Y/N rolled her eyes, she could do without the interrogation. 

“It’s better to be sitting up here getting ahead in classes, than to be out there. Repeatedly having to reject Cormac, because he can’t seem to get the hint.” She snapped, before immediately apologising. No matter how nosy George was being, it wasn’t his fault that Cormac wasn’t getting the hint. The pair sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, neither of them knowing what to say to ease the situation.

“I have an idea,” George mumbled. Y/N closed her book and focused her attention on the boy, intrigued. “Go on.” She encouraged, as she subconsciously leaned forward, she was willing to try anything at this point. “Well, you mentioned that Cormac isn’t getting the hint when you reject him. So, what if you were in a situation where you didn’t have to reject him?” He explained, as he too leaned more into the conversation. 

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, although he had explained what he meant, it didn’t make things any easier. “What kind of situation would that be?” She asked. 

“Well, if you’re in a relationship, for instance, he would stop bothering you.” George offered. As if getting into a relationship was that easy. Y/N wasn’t so desperate as to be using a love potion on anybody. “That’s easier said than done,” Y/N scoffed, as she returned back to her previous position and flipped her book open to the page she was on before. 

“How about if I pretend to be your boyfriend?” He offered, nonchalantly as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Y/N sat and thought, would it really be so bad to pretend that she was with George? After all, it would probably only mean a few kisses on the cheek, a little bit of hand holding in corridors and attending some quidditch games. “What would be in it for you?” Y/N asked, sceptically. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He questioned, brown eyes twinkling in the fire light. “I get to hang out with one of the prettiest girls in Gryffindor.” He continued, as a prominent smirk encompassed his face. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” Y/N smiled, as she offered her hand out for him to shake. Instead, George got up and wrapped her in a hug. “If we’re going to do this properly, better to start right away, eh?” 

A couple of weeks into their agreement, Cormac had come slithering his way back, like a bad smell. His confidence had only seemed to increase, since the last interaction he had with Y/N. “Y/L/N, how about we go to the Three Broomsticks once our classes are done?” He called after her, as they made their way back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Thankfully, she knew that George had just gotten back from a class too and would be at her rescue if Cormac didn’t back off. 

“Cormac, I’m flattered… but I’m seeing someone.” She responded, George instantly made his way over to her. Wrapped his arms around her, in a tight embrace; his chin resting on her shoulder. Cormac’s face turned a shade of red that could have matched the Gryffindor emblem. 

“When did this happen?” He asked, almost defeatedly. Eyes scanning their faces for some sort of explanation or answer. “It just naturally occurred mate, it might happen for you too. Once you learn to take no for an answer, that is,” George answered, one of his hands turning Y/N’s head to face him. He cupped her chin in the middle of his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, their faces inched closer and closer together. Y/N could feel George’s hot breath against her skin. 

She closed the last few inches between them. Despite the fake dating, neither of them had kissed each other. At least not properly. But now, as their lips connected. She could think of nothing else. She was utterly consumed by him. She snaked her hands into his hair, and tugged at it gently deepening the kiss. She had no idea what this could mean for the two of them, but maybe… fake dating had become something more, right in front of their very eyes. Creeping up on them slowly and then all at once, in this one very moment; it was right before them.

[eloves-writes]

a failed attempt to hate you

(tristan dugray)

a/n: i can only apologise if this writing is terrible, i wrote most of this in the middle of the night hopped up on medication for my disgusting cold. i hope it makes sense. anywho thanks for reading, enjoy, mwah <3

screw mr medina for making you help tristan study. you knew he knew from rory your inherent disdain for him, and it wasn’t your fault he was falling behind therefore not your responsibility to help him (as you had told mr medina last tuesday, with no effect). it was now sunday morning and you held little hope he would actually show up this time; he had somehow managed to cancel on your little study date 6 times already and it had only been 5 days since you were handed this apparently mammoth task. honestly, you didn’t expect him to show up at all, especially not anytime before noon- for which reasons you had made the decision put on your usual lazy sunday morning reading in bed get-up, which included (but was not limited to) an oversized rock concert shirt rory’s friend lane had given you in an attempt to clear her closet of non-christian attire, nothing but underwear underneath since you wouldn’t plan on leaving the comfort of your bedsheets for many hours, and a loose silk scrunchie you accidentally stole from rory keeping your hair out of your eyes. 

your book of choice today was ‘harry potter and the goblet of fire’ , the most recently released chapter of the boy wizard’s adventures at hogwarts. the clock beside you read 9:15 as you comfied yourself for a morning of magic and adventure, which naturally was ended a mere 8 minutes later at 9:23 when the doorbell rang downstairs. you assumed your mother would answer it, but when it rang a second time you remembered your parents had both gone out to watch your sibling’s soccer match and you’d have to get it yourself.

it didn’t even cross your mind to put pants on, or that it may not be the postman at the door, until you opened it to see your very favourite chilton student whose eyes had hastily wandered to your bare legs. typical high school boy, you thought to yourself before your brain actually grasped the situation and kick started into action.

‘tristan. hi.’ you said with a slight shock in your voice.

‘erm, hi. i hope i’m not interrupting anything,’ he smirked, glancing down at your thighs again.

you rolled your eyes so aggressively you hoped mr medina could hear it from wherever he was spending his day, irritating boy-less and free to do whatever he wanted with his time.

‘you’re not,’ you quipped. ‘i just didn’t expect you to actually show up this time. and early may i add, i’m sure we said 11.’

‘we did, but i’ve got plans later so i thought i’d come by earlier and get this over with.’

‘how did you know i didn’t have plans? i might have been busy before 11.’

he pulled a face of amusement and you could swear you saw a hint of sarcasm shining through his eyes too. ‘right. are you done talking now or can i come in?’

‘you can come in, i guess,’ you sighed, closing the door behind him and showing him to the kitchen table. ‘wait here, i’ll go and get my books.’

‘grab some pants whilst you’re at it.’

‘stop talking,’ you called as you walked upstairs.

you came back downstairs a few minutes later fully-clothed and carrying your english notes to see that tristan had wandered from the chair you specifically remembered telling him to sit in, and was instead tracing a finger along the bookcase that stretched across the far wall of your living room. for a moment you just watched him nosey into your life; the framed certificates, the family photos, the 5 tapes of ‘beauty and the beast’ stacked atop of each other because it was your favourite film when you were 9 and practically every living relative had bought you a copy. beside those was a picture of you dressed as princess belle at disneyworld with chocolate ice cream smeared from cheek to cheek, a huge smile plastered between. tristan picked it up and turned to face you.

‘thoroughly adorable. seriously, you should go for this look more often.’

‘ha ha,’ you grimaced, snatching it off him and placing it back on the shelf. ‘are we studying or reminiscing on my past fashion choices?’ 

‘oo, someone’s in a good mood this morning huh,’ he teased. you pulled another face, once again silently cursing mr medina for completely ruining not just your day, but in fact your whole week. by god this boy got more irritating the more time you spent with him- it had only been 10 minutes, but it was 10 minutes longer than you ever previously had or ever wanted to.

 ‘can i get a drink before we start?’ he asked, redirecting the conversation and walking past you back into the kitchen. he began opening various cupboards, searching for a glass. ‘where’s the-’

‘why yes, tristan. you can have a drink,’ you snarked, opening the cupboard behind him with a dramatic flourish. he raised his eyebrows at you and reached forward to grab a glass, leaning over you as he did so. you caught a whiff of his cologne and almost forgot to dislike him for a moment.

‘there’s, um, soda in the ... fridge,’ you told him, voice unwillingly faltering as he looked down to meet your eyes. he had pretty eyes. pretty, blue, sparkling, stupid, annoying, asshole eyes. 

you found the thick tension sickening. you refused to be another girl at school who simply swooned over him when he walked past your locker. you didn't like him. you were here to teach him english. because he was dumb. and actually, his eyes weren’t that nice.

he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and you both sat down at the table and began reading through your analysis of ‘to kill a mockingbird’, adamantly pretending not to see him staring at you the whole time. 

why? he had had every popular and pretty girl in the whole of chilton, how was he ever so starved of female attention that he would look at you so admirably when you liked to make it clear you despised him? in fact, you enjoyed making a special effort to flip him off, or pull a face at him when he walked by, or kick his chair extra hard in spanish, or... oh shit. you had seen it from an outside point of view now, and it was glaringly obvious; maybe you did like him, just a little bit. shit. rory owed lorelai 10$ and a cheeseburger from luke’s, though you didn’t want to have to admit she was right when she’d said you were like a kindergarten boy pulling a girl’s ponytails because he thought she was pretty.

‘hey tristan,’ you started, breaking the comfortable silence between his questions and suddenly nervous to talk to him. stupid, it was still the exact same boy you’d been complaining about all week, nothing new. 

he looked up from your notes. ‘what’s up princess?’ 

that was definitely new.

‘don’t call me princess’ -he smirked irritatingly- ‘do you need to stay much longer? i mean, is there anything else you want help with?’

‘trying to get rid of me?’

‘no! no. i just thought that you’d only stay and pretend to listen to me for like, half an hour then vanish. it’s 11:30 and you’ve been through my whole binder.’

‘it is? time flies.’

‘tristan.’

‘i do care about my grades, you know. and you’re a good teacher, i might have a chance at an A.’

‘why didn't you show up the last 6 times we planned then?’

he put down his pen- your pen, actually. it had pink sparkles on the lid. ‘got to keep up my street cred.’

‘ha ha. funny,’ you replied as blankly as possible, pulling back a smile you could feel in your stomach. you made eye contact again and, like every other time since you’d sat down and started studying, you held each other’s gaze for longer than necessary. funny how realising you like someone makes you suddenly act like it.

‘i should get going then right,’ he said, picking his jacket from the back of his chair.

you felt weird, almost as if you didn't want him to leave after praying earlier he wouldn't show up. alas, your parents would be home soon and you would be willing to bet money that tristan would have some interesting jokes about your being home alone that would not slide with your dad.

‘yeah. i hope you get that A,’ you said, accidentally smiling as you walked him to the door.

tristan turned to lean on the frame of the now-open door and put on a face of mock surprise. ‘my, my, y/n. was that a kind comment and a smile? you’re spoiling me.’

‘shut up, i hope you fail.’

he smiled back. ‘you really mean that?’

‘i guess not.’

there was yet another beat of heavy silence.

‘see you monday.’

‘see you monday.’

you closed the front door as he walked down the drive, but noticed tristan’s car keys still sat on the kitchen table. a porsche, of course. you picked them up and reopened the door to his fist poised to knock. the two of you laughed awkwardly for a second.

‘i forgot my-’

‘you forgot your-’

another awkward laugh. jesus christ this was uncomfortable. you passed him the keys, and with absolutely no warning at all, your lips were suddenly met with his. they were soft and confident, and his free hand held your face as you tried to process the new situation. you quickly melted into the kiss, letting him take control until he pulled away and smiled that sparkly smile you didn't hate as much as you tried to.

‘didn't see that one coming,’ you said breathily, brushing some loose hairs off of your face.

‘i knew you didn’t hate me.’

‘ever the arrogant twat.’

‘hey, does this mean you’ll stop kicking my chair in spanish?’

‘absolutely not. in fact, i think i’ll kick it harder.’

‘as long as you let me do that again.’

tags: @leossmoonn for inspiring me to start writing again, @account123445 & @lmaoidekanymore6 for asking me to post tristan fics! (couldn’t figure out how to make the tags work but if you read this, you know ✨)

[demonicheadcanons]

Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re  cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

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"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

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"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

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I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

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We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.