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Drabbles: #23

Harry turned to Eggsy.

“Well done, Eggsy.”

The young agent tilted his head, waiting for criticism. Percival knew he wouldn’t receive any. Eggsy had been perfect on this mission. He was ready to go solo.

Harry smiled at Eggsy, knowing the simple fact that he wasn’t saying more would clue the young man in.Eggsy’s eyes widened. “Well done?” he asked slowly, disbelievingly. ‘That’s it?’ his expression begged to know.

“Well done,” Harry repeated. “You handled your mission perfectly.”

Eggsy’s mouth fell open as if he couldn’t believe it. He smiled suddenly and a breathless laugh escaped him. He was so happy, he was beaming.

“I want you to know, my dear boy, that I’m extremely proud of you. I always knew you would make it here some day.”

Eggsy's happiness ratcheted up to an incandescent glow that had Percival halfway to shielding his face with his arm before he realized what he was doing.

“Thank you, Harry,” Eggsy said fervently.

“Oh, Eggsy,” Harry said. The warmth in his gaze matched his fond smile. “You’re quite welcome. I’d happily do it all over again for you.”

Eggsy’s breath hitched. His cheeks flushed pink as he stared at Harry with the kind of adoration one read about in storybooks, but hardly expected to see in real life.

“I wonder if they even remember that you’re still in the room,” Merlin murmured into his ear.

It took everything in Percival not to release a horribly inelegant snort. Merlin knew as well as he did that as far as Eggsy and Harry were concerned, they were the only two people in the world right now. He busied himself with calculating how long the lovesick idiots would stare ardently into each other’s eyes. At five minutes, he was a bit incredulous. At nine, he was simply exasperated. 

“I think you’re actually going to have to interrupt them,” Merlin said.

Percival pursed his lips and cleared his throat. Both men jerked out of their amorous haze, looking acutely embarrassed. Harry straightened his tie and Eggsy adjusted his glasses. Percival shook his head at spies with such obvious nervous ticks.

“Right, well. Percival, I trust you’ll get that drive to Merlin as soon as possible. Eggsy, get some rest. Your next mission will be solo.”

Percival and Eggsy stood. Percival nodded to Harry and started toward the office door. Eggsy, however, stepped closer to Harry’s desk.

“Harry,” he said shyly, “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get a bite. You know, to celebrate. I understand if you’re too busy. I know you have a lot of…”

“Dear boy, I will always have time for you. Especially to celebrate your accomplishments. How do you feel about…”

Percival was out of earshot before he could hear the rest of the oblivious agents’ dinner plans.

“Honestly,” he muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Merlin replied.

“How do you deal with that all the time?” he asked. Because there was no doubt that Merlin interacted with them both apart and together far more than Percival ever had to. Quite frankly, if he had to deal with such a nauseating mixture of unresolved sexual tension and unrestrained pining on any sort of regular basis, he would shoot himself or them. 

Both? Probably both.

“It certainly is an exercise in patience,” the Scotsman sighed.

“No wonder Roxy calls you St. Merlin,” the agent said, shaking his head. “She calls me what?”

“St. Merlin,” Percival repeated, though he knew Merlin had heard him the first time. “I assume for putting up with those two.”

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Drabbles: #28

Derek was trying to focus, he really was. Yet every time he managed to pay Laura even a bit of attention, Stiles would catch his eye and smirk at him. That mischievous, challenging look in his eyes made Derek want to pin him up against a wall and ruin him. 

Stiles licked his bottom lip. Even knowing he was doing it on purpose did nothing to help Derek drag his gaze away.  

“Stiles!” Laura snapped suddenly. They both jerked and looked at her. “Stop teasing my brother so you can both focus!”

Stiles gave her the same wide-eyed look he’d been giving Derek whenever the other man glared at him for being distracting. “I’m not doing anything,” he said.

Laura snorted. “Those innocent bambi eyes might work on him, but they don’t work on me. You’re not as cute as you think you are.”

“I’m goddamn adorable,” Stiles said, affronted.

“You’re a goddamn nuisance is what you are,” Laura retorted.

“Pretty sure those two things aren’t mutually exclusive,” Stiles smirked.

“Maybe we should get back on task,” Boyd said.

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Drabble: #21

“Santiago-Peralta sounds better!” Amy insisted.

Desperately, Jake said, “Yeah, but Peralta-Santiago is alphabetical.”

Amy’s lips parted and she stared at him. She inhaled slowly. “The fact that you know me so well is definitely one of the reasons I’m marrying you, but at this exact moment, I’m infuriated by it.”

She grabbed his tie and yanked him close for a hot, messy kiss that made his head spin. When she pulled away, she tightened it until he choked a bit with a mean little smile that made his heart race.

“I’m so in love with you,” he breathed.

Amy’s smile widened into something warm and pleased, before she sighed. “Fine. Peralta-Santiago it is.”

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Drabbles: #26

“Derek, just tell us what happened,” Laura said impatiently. “Were you two making out?”

Derek’s eyes widened like the thought had never occurred to him. “What? No!” Then he seemed to think that making out was a better cover than whatever had really happened and said, “Yes?”

“Oh my god, just spill!”

Derek exhaled sharply and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he shot the ground the fiercest glare the doctor had ever seen and said gruffly, “We were having a tickle fight.”

Silence.

And then Laura emitted a strangled high-pitched whine.

She turned quickly and walked away, but they could still hear her burst into laughter when she was around the corner.

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Drabbles: #29

“Where are you going?” Cora asked through a mouthful of cereal.

“To the Seelie Court with Stiles,” Derek said, rifling through his drawers.

“Didn’t mom say to stay away from the Fair Folk because they’re dangerous?”

“Yes. But Stiles won’t listen, so I have to go with him.”

“Dibs on your room if you die,” Cora said with an obnoxious slurp.

“Get blown, you fucktrumpet.”

“Wow, you really need to stop stealing insults from Stiles.”

Derek’s ears turned red. “Whatever. If I don’t die and my chips are gone when I get back, I’m gonna rip your tongue out of your mouth,” he said, ready to leave

“If you want your chips, take them with you,” Cora replied, brows arched. “Otherwise, I can’t be held responsible.”

Derek swiped her bowl as he passed her and drank the last of her cereal milk before shoving it back in her hands.

“I hope you get killed in a really lame way,” she snarled at him.

“Bye, Cora,” Derek said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell mom I went to do something stupid with the boy she doesn’t approve of.”

“Fine!” Cora called, “I’ll tell Peter!”

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Drabbles:#30

“Wait,” Derek said, holding up his hands. “Wait, wait, wait. You thought I was a criminal. Like a real criminal and part of a gang and maybe a murderer but definitely a drug runner. And you were still willing to be my boyfriend?”

“I told you it was love at first sight,” Stiles said. He immediately facepalmed. After a moment, he tentatively peeked between his fingers to try to gauge Derek’s reaction.

Derek wondered if he looked even half as stunned as he felt. When their eyes met, Derek blurted out, “Marry me.”

Stiles looked thunderstruck. Derek was so worried that he’d broken him, he almost missed Stiles’s quiet answer.

“Yes.”

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Drabble: #13

“Maze told me you were with my mum last night,” Lucifer said.

Dan scoffed. “Unless your mom is super hot, no I was not.”

Lucifer’s eyebrow went up, waiting expectantly for an explanation.

Dan paled. “Please tell me she wasn’t your mom.”

“Blond, blue eyes, vaguely menacing aura that’s hot if you’re into that,” Lucifer described.

“Your mom is Chloe?” Ella asked, with her nose all wrinkled up.

The two men blinked at each other for a moment before both turning to Chloe. Both men were horrified for entirely different reasons. Chloe looked like she wished she could stop existing. They all decided to never speak of it.

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Drabbles: #34

 “Oh my god,” Rosa moaned, “Oh my fucking god! What is it with you two?! Just… what the fuck. We’re all thinking that all the time, every single time you two are sharing space. What the fucking fuck. You two had a thing in high school that ended in devastation and have barely interacted for the past ten years and yet. And yet! Is there anything, anything at all, about your fully grown adult selves that’s not half wrapped up in the other person?

“If you two are what having a soulmate is like, I don’t know if I could stand it. How do you stand it? Constantly drowning in someone’s eyes and creepy mind melds and fucking obscure, nonsensical gestures with candy that don’t fucking mean anything, but are somehow enough to tear you apart, and not being able to breathe properly if you’re not next to each other. How do you stand having so of you be part of someone else who could fucking leave at any moment!

“What is it with you two?!” she yelled

She stood in the middle of the empty bar panting and furious and everyone else was looking between them like they were worried she was going to explode and also like they seriously agreed with her and wanted an answer to the question. 

“Well, obviously you and your soulmate would act differently than Michael and me.”

Rosa screamed.

Alex winced. He hadn’t even meant to say that. He hadn’t meant to imply that he believed he and Michael were soulmates.

And he knew, without even having to look, that Michael was staring at him with his wide, ever-changing hazel eyes. He knew that if he looked, he would just get sucked in, like he always got sucked in, and then they would end up staring at each other in that way that made people think they were creepy soulmates.

“Also, we’re not…”

But he couldn’t make himself say it. He was still refusing to look at Michael but he could imagine the look that would be on his face if Alex forced those words out. He could imagine the agonized expression. He could imagine the pain in those hazel eyes. It was so familiar because he caused it so often. He hurt Michael so often even though he didn’t want to and if he could keep from causing more pain by not letting lying words escape his lips, he would.

The quiet vibrated and Alex could feel the pull in his center. The gentle, constant tug that wanted to pull him into the vicious current of their mutual love. He was helpless to it, he always had been. It was why he’d stayed away so long. Why he’d refused to come back to Roswell unless he absolutely had to. Michael was the moon and Alex was the ocean, forever caught by Michael's sway.

Their eyes met and instantly he felt magnetized. The world fell away and all he could see was Michael.

Soulmate.

Strange how that word had never occurred to him before. Strange how he’d never realized that it would occur to anyone who looked at them. His father had called him and Michael together an infection, a disease to be burned out and eradicated. And then everyone else called them soulmates. 

Rosa was right. There wasn’t anything about him that wasn’t at least half wrapped up in Michael. Michael Guerin was all twisted up in the essential parts that made up Alex Manes. 

Michael Guerin was an essential part that made up Alex Manes. 

It was ridiculous. It was fucking crazy. They had nothing but a few nights, a handful of hours, and a shared trauma, and yet.

And yet. 

Something in the depths of Alex cried out in recognition whenever Michael was near.

“Stop drowning in each other’s eyes!” Rosa shrieked.

“Okay, I think we need to take a break,” Kyle said. He was using his cautious doctor's voice. The voice that said he wanted to help but didn’t quite know how because he was a surgeon, not a therapist.

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Drabbles: #16

“What’s a mentalist?”

“It’s like a magician, a con artist, and that really hot guy who’s full of himself but can get you to do anything, all mixed together,” Lisbon said.

Jane raised an eyebrow at her.

“You might as well say I’m a unicorn.”

Lisbon raised an eyebrow back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jane smiled that mysterious smile and turned back to their witnesses.

-3 cases later-

“What’s a mentalist?”

“A unicorn,” Lisbon said, and refused to smile when Jane choked on his tea.

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Drabbles: #33

Magnus walked in, spotting Alexander immediately. He fully expected his boyfriend to turn to him as he always did, but Alec continued pacing back and forth. It took Magnus a moment to realize that Alec was lecturing his wayward parabatai. If anything would distract Alec from all else, it would be his parabatai being irresponsible and endangering himself and others. 

Magnus crossed his arms in irritation, aware that it would probably be several minutes until he could claim his hello kiss. He raised an eyebrow when Jace caught his eye and gave him a pleading look. Jace’s eyes flicked to Alec. Magnus frowned in confusion. Jace’s eyes widened and he mouthed, ‘Distract.’ 

Magnus gave him an indignant look. If Jace had behaved recklessly, he deserved the full length of whatever lecture he was being given. And anyway, Magnus kissed Alexander because he desperately wanted to, not because he was a distraction tool for a thrill-seeker to avoid being held accountable for his actions. 

Jace clasped his hands together in prayer form and sent Magnus a look of desperate agony. Magnus rolled his eyes and moved forward.

“Alexander!”

Alec turned to him, a delighted smile blooming on his face. The moment Magnus was in range, he pulled Alec down into a kiss. Wrapping his arms around Alec’s shoulders, he waved a hand, motioning for Jace to take the chance to disappear. Then he got lost in the mouth of his delectable boyfriend.

They hadn’t been able to text that day as much as they usually did and Magnus had missed Alec. Now he had Alec’s arms wrapped around his waist, and his own arms wrapped around Alec’s broad shoulders. He felt entitled to taking a minute or two to simply enjoy the love of his life.

They were both breathless when they pulled apart.

“Hi,” Alec said, pupils blown in an utterly indecent way. Magnus wanted to drag him away from prying eyes and have his wicked way with him. Several times.

“Hello, darling. How was your day?” 

“I literally have no idea,” Alec said without a second’s hesitation. “I forgot everything about it the moment you kissed me.”

Magnus’s breath caught in his throat. Would he ever become used to the way Alexander could utterly unravel him with no more than a few words? How he loved this man. 

“Darling,” he breathed fervently. Their foreheads were pressed together. “I could try to help you remember.”

“Oh?” Alec asked, feigned confusion doing nothing to hide his amusement. “But how?”

“I have my ways,” Magnus murmured against his mouth.

And they were wrapped up in each other once more.

“Holy shit,” a visiting vampire said, “Are they always like this?”

“Yes,” several people said.

“It’s hard to be heartwarming and sickening at the same time, but those two manage it on a pretty consistent basis,” Luke said.

“I, for one, appreciate it,” Jace said, appearing nearby. “Having Magnus around makes it so much easier to avoid getting lectured.”

He made sure to say it quietly, though, lest Alec hear him.

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Drabbles: #11

Emma looked around desperately. She needed someone who could help her without drawing too much attention to them. Her eyes caught on ocean blue ones and held.

Her breath stilled in her throat as time appeared suspended. A man was staring at her, one who embodied tall, dark, and handsome. Emma registered his attractiveness, but what held most of her attention was the voice inside her that spoke as soon as their eyes met.

He’ll keep you safe.

Allowing instinct to rule her in her panic, she began moving toward him. He straightened immediately from the stall he was leaning against and began making his way toward her, with his hand on the hilt of his sword. She couldn’t run, but his long legs were eating up space.

Emma didn’t know what came over her, but when they were close enough to each other, she simply threw herself in his arms. She wanted the feeling of safety her instincts had promised her, knowing just as well that she would be disappointed because they didn’t know each other. But to her surprise, his arms wrapped around her tightly and held her close. One hand was splayed high on her back and there was something else pressed low against her back that wasn’t a hand. Before her curious mind could focus on it, he spoke.

“Aye, lass. I’ve got you.” 

His voice made her shiver. The low, gravel tones soothed her beyond belief and she trusted that her instincts had been correct. She pulled away to look up at him and his hand came up to smooth down her hair and tuck a lock of it behind her ear. His eyes consumed her again and she knew he was about to ask who he needed to harm for scaring her. She was beginning to doubt herself, though, and the strange sense of safety she was experiencing with this man.

She was literally running through the streets trying not to let the worst happen to her because of one of the worst men she’d ever met. Emma knew how to handle herself, but even she couldn’t fight off three grown men in a narrow alley. It had been all she could do to escape. When she sent Clarence packing last week, she hadn’t expected that he would be so determined or so cowardly as to convince two other men to join in on the fun, just so he could have what he wanted from her. 

Emma thought she heard distant footsteps coming closer and almost whirled to protect her back from those men. The man’s arm caught her around the waist and held her close.

“I’ve got you, lass,” he repeated. 

Emma almost sighed in frustration, knowing she’d managed to make her situation even more complicated by whatever insanity had compelled her to trust him moments ago. 

Something cold and curved pressed into the bottom of her chin, lifting her face towards his. She automatically pulled back and glanced down to find out what was causing the sensation since it was his arm he’d lifted. She should have been feeling the warmth of his hand. 

A hook was what her eyes fell upon instead. Emma froze in surprise. Had she really jumped from the pan and straight into fire?

“Love,” he said. She met his gaze with wide eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll protect you from what you’re so afraid of. I won’t ask for anything in return.”

Emma was so conflicted. Part of her wanted to point out that she wasn’t his love. They’d met for the first time hardly minutes ago.  Nothing she could infer about him was good, and she was trouble, much more than he'd probably bargained for, even considering this absurd situation. 

Part of her wanted to point out that everyone hurt her. That she couldn’t trust anyone for protection. That nothing came without a price. 

But part of her, underscored by her super power informing her that this man was being utterly honest, believed every word that came out of his mouth.

It was too late to make a different bet anyway. She could tell by the way his gaze shifted over her shoulder, the way his eyes narrowed and darkened in anger, that he had spotted her assailants. 

Emma sighed and fell into his chest again. His hook pressed into her back as his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. 

She had no idea what his excuse would be for his interference, but he might not even need one. She couldn’t imagine that even those morons would risk truly angering Captain Hook.

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Drabbles: 19

Magnus was on Alec's lap. One of Alec's hands had slipped under Magnus's shirt, while the other was buried deeply in his hair, clutching it tightly as he pulled Magnus's head back in order to bite at his neck.

“Fuck, Alexander,” Magnus moaned.

A high-pitched sound of distress jerked their attention away from each other. In an instant, Alec had a seraph blade in his hand while Magnus had a fireball in his. It only took a moment for them to recognize their son. 

“Oh, darling, you're home,” Magnus said. 

Raphael just continued to stare in disbelief. “On the couch?” he managed to demand in a strangled tone.

“We thought you would be out late today,” Alec said. 

“That's not an excuse for defiling our couch!” Raphael exclaimed.

“Well we'd hardly managed to defile it yet, sweetheart,” Magnus said. 

“Wait,” a new voice said, “Your dads were about to bone on your couch?”

Alec and Magnus looked at each other and then at Rafe in complete surprise. 

“You brought guests?” Magnus asked.

"Yes, and thank god I thought to be afraid of this exact situation.”

"Well, if you thought you might encounter this then I have no idea why you seemed so surprised, sweetheart.” Magnus said. 

"Dude, are your dads naked in there?” yet another voice asked.

That finally got Alec to blush.

"We're not naked,” Magnus said. He stood from Alec's lap, ignoring his son’s blatantly judgemental glare at how long it had taken. "Come in.”

Both his son and his boyfriend gave him scandalized looks, but Magnus simply smirked. With a snap of his fingers, he was presentable. Alec, however, he left rumpled and kiss-swollen, which earned him a pair of supremely unimpressed looks. Magnus snickered as Rafe got shoved aside by his friends. Rafe looked between his parents and his friends.

"Dad, at least button your shirt,” he moaned, highly disturbed by some of the glazed expressions he was seeing. 

Alec blushed, but shrugged. "Can't. Your papa ripped it open. The buttons are all over the floor.”

There was a moment of silence.

"That's hot,” one of the girls breathed.

"Oh my god,” Rafe lamented.

“Dude, your dads are fine as fuck. No wonder you’re so good looking.”

“I’m adopted and that's literally not how genetics work, but go off, I guess,” Rafe said.

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Drabbles: #8

"Wait, so are they going out or not?” Danny asked.

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“We don’t know,” Lydia growled. “We thought they were, but then they had a fight or something.” 

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“But I'm sure I heard them making out in Derek’s room when I skipped class the other day,” Erica said.

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“But then they weren’t talking to each other at the pack meeting,” Boyd said.

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“But I swear they were holding hands under the table at breakfast for a little while this morning,” Isaac said.

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Danny shook his head. “Only those two.”

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Drabbles: #24

“Are you seeing someone?” Finn asked. He dreaded the answer, but he had to know.

Clarke scoffed. “No, I’m not seeing anyone. And yet, I still don’t want to get back together with you. I would much rather you weren’t even talking to me.”

She was still staring straight ahead, refusing to look at him. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. He was about to plead his case again when someone else interrupted.

“Hey, princess. I hope you weren’t waiting long,” a deep voice said warmly.

Finn turned to see a man with crazy hair and deep eyes looking directly at Clarke. She slipped off her stool and into his open arms easy as breathing. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head and rocked her side to side a little.

They pulled back, but only slightly. Clarke looked up at him and his brow furrowed in concern. He cupped Clarke’s cheek, brushed a thumb under her eye. And that was when Finn realized that despite the fact that Clarke looked as gorgeous as ever, she also looked kind of exhausted. 

Finn was irritated that it had escaped his attention, that he had only noticed because of the other man. 

“Let’s go back to my place,” the man said.

“I thought we were grabbing drinks,” Clarke frowned.

“We were. Before I realized you were lying about how tired you are. Plus, it’s not like I don’t have alcohol at my apartment. We can drink there. And then you can crash when you start falling asleep.”

“Oh, it’s just a given that I’ll fall asleep, huh,” Clarke snarked. Her soft tone belied her mocking words.

“Yeah, because you seem exhausted and red wine makes you sleepy anyway.”

Finn looked at them. The way her arms had slid up around his neck. The way his hands rested casually on her hips. The way they seemed to have forgotten there was anyone around besides each other. 

Clarke said she wasn’t seeing anyone, and he doubted she would try to spare his feelings at all, but even if she wasn’t dating this man, there was clearly something between them.

Clarke leaned into him even more. “That actually sounds really nice. We could watch that documentary you’ve been desperate to see.”

He immediately brightened. “It’s supposed to be really accurate,” he said excitedly.

“Nerd,” Clarke accused, with a laugh so fond it made Finn’s heart ache.

“Whatever,” the man scoffed, “Let’s get out of here. Wine and a thorough overview of the Byzantine Empire awaits us.”

“Like you don’t already know basically everything that’s going to be in it already,” Clarke rolled her eyes as she gathered her things.

“There’s always more to learn from the past,” the man said in a prim tone that made Clarke laugh. Again.

She was about to walk away. Finn had the impression that she’d honestly forgotten he was even there. All it took was this freckled man and Finn ceased to exist. 

“Clarke,” he said desperately.

They both stopped, but the man was the only one who turned around. He looked Finn up and down before glancing down at Clarke.

“Friend of yours?” the man asked.

Clarke looked up at him, but he couldn’t see the expression on her face because she was still mostly turned away. Finally, she turned to face him again.

“Bellamy, this is Finn. Finn, this is Bellamy,” Clarke said.

The man, Bellamy, nodded. “Hey,” he said casually.

It registered that Bellamy had no idea who Finn was to Clarke. Finn wouldn’t have expected someone he’d never met to recognize him on sight, but it appeared even his name didn’t ring a bell. Which could only mean Clarke didn’t talk about him. 

He would like to think it was because what had happened between them was too painful to discuss. (He would never wish for Clarke to be in pain. Never. Except hurt was better than indifference.) 

Finn's hopes were dashed when he looked to Clarke. Her expression was blank aside from the icy amusement in her gaze. 

Like it was hilarious to watch him realize how little he mattered to her anymore. Like it was funny to see him understand she was done with him and he’d never have another chance with her ever again.

“Are you two done?” Bellamy asked.

Finn’s eyes snapped to him. “What?”

“Are you two done talking?” Bellamy asked more slowly, an eyebrow raised high. His tone implied he thought Finn was an idiot.

“Yes,” Clarke said firmly. Bellamy glanced at her, then looked back at Finn.

“Yeah,” Finn said sadly. “I guess we are.”

-

Bellamy watched him walk away, shoulders slumped and head down like he was the main character in some emo movie.

“God, what a fucking douchebag,” Bellamy snorted. Clarke laughed.

“And you pretended not to know who he was because…?” she asked leadingly.

“Because he needed to understand that he has no place in your life anymore. He’s irrelevant.”

Clarke's soft laughter was the only reward he needed. She smiled up at him.

"Raven's going to laugh herself sick."

"After she gets pissed that he had the audacity," Bellamy replied.  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she settled into his side as they moved toward the exit. "C'mon. Fermented grape juice and the bad decisions of very dead people are waiting for us."

"Oh, well, when you put it like that," Clarke replied, still visibly amused. 

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Drabbles: #32

Clarke paced back and forth, looked at him, then paced some more.

Finally, she heaved a heavy sigh and said, “We’re not exclusive, so I can’t be mad at you for having sex with Raven.”

She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that more than anything else. Bellamy was a bit annoyed at how happy he was that she wished she had the right to be mad at him for sleeping with someone else.

“Okay,” he nodded.

She pinned him with a gaze. “So.”

“So?” he asked, raising a brow.

“So, you wanna be official?” Clarke asked bluntly.

His eyes widened in surprise, before he smirked, barely managing to contain a laugh.

“Staking your claim, princess?”

“Yes,” Clarke said with shocking firmness.

Bellamy smiled slowly. He reached out and hooked his fingers in her belt loops, pulling her closer. 

“Sure,” he murmured against her lips. “Let’s be official.”

It was a bit difficult to kiss her when she was smiling, but Bellamy was nothing if not determined.

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Drabbles: #9

"I already told you I’m not a lesbian,” Lydia said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Laura staring at her while biting her lip.

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“Is being a lesbian like being gay?” she asked slowly. She wasn’t prepared for the look Lydia gave her.

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“Lesbian means the same thing as gay, it’s just specific to females,” she said. “Where did you learn that word?”

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“Gay?” Laura asked. Lydia nodded. “My brother.”

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The red-head’s eyes narrowed. “Where did your brother learn it?”

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“His mate. My brother’s mate actually explains things about humans to him instead of just ignoring him all the time,” Laura said pointedly. Lydia rolled her eyes. “My brother says his mate never stops talking.”

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The werewolf frowned when her mate stiffened and an expression of urgency appeared on her face.

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“Did your brother find his mate the same night you found me?”

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“Yes,” Laura answered warily.

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“Have you met your brother’s mate?” Lydia asked.

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“No, but Derek has described him many times.”

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“Physical appearance?” Laura nodded. “Does he have whiskey colored eyes?”

Laura shook her head and gave a distressed whine when her mate deflated.

“I do not know what whiskey is, but if it is the same color as honey, then yes.”

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“Cute nose? Pretty mouth? Long fingers?” Lydia questioned rapidly.

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Laura stared. “You know him.”

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“Did anyone else in your pack find their mate on the same night as you?” Lydia demanded to know.

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“My sister Cora and pack brother Boyd,” Laura answered automatically. She was still reeling from the fact that her mate knew Derek’s.

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“A boy and a girl right? Both with curly blond hair. The boy with blue eyes and the girl with brown,” Lydia said.

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Laura’s mouth fell open. All of their mates knew each other.