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That's Not How You Spell Circle

In which Maeve attempts to teach her dumbass (ᵈᵘᵐᵇᵃˢˢ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ) boyfriend how to spell circle.

@dela-png encourages my brain rot part TWO. We had this long convo on how Lucas can’t spell circle and how Maeve would try and help (and it uhh...goes somewhere)

Hi it’s fic recs with Shade. If you want to read another fic with one of Dela’s amazing oc’s and a super fun apprentice check out @arcanecadenza ‘s (if you don’t want me pinging you please let me know! ^^) fic with Donovan here (it’s super cute and well written but be warned her blog gets pretty spicy and she does have another fic with Donny out now too ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˢᵐᵘᵗᵗʸ *ᶜᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶜᵒᵘᵍʰ*)

Maeve x Lucas, fluff (actual fluff this time guys my first fluffy fic in this fandom are you proud?), humour, 3.8k words (I CANNOT shut the fuck up OMFG)

TW: none! Tags: fluff, humour, lawd I hope I got Lucas right™️, a little spicy at times but nothing smutty, suggestive, spicy suggestive end, language there is quite a bit of uhh harsh language lol

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It took her nearly a month to convince Lucas to let her help him learn to write and spell. To say he was stubborn about it would be the understatement of the millennia. Every time she brought it up she would be shut down faster then she could get the words out. 

So she resorted to pestering him. 

A lot.

Everywhere. Anytime. Anyplace. 

In the mornings when they were trying to grasp the last remnants of sleep especially. Usually she could squeak a yes out of him for anything during that time. This time it was always a hard and fast no followed by sweet lingering kisses. While she would not turn her nose up at well placed kisses (good gods Lucas was good with that mouth of his when he wasn’t running it off) she was determined to convince him to let her at least help with spelling.

Once he saw how absolutely serious she was about this whole ordeal he finally broke down and allowed her to help. Granted, she was sure Amani being Amani also had him cracking. Amani was a darling and Maeve was glad they were friends but uhh…

Not much filter on her especially when it came to Lucas. Oooh boy. She would never forget the ‘congrats’ cake Amani baked. It was delicious, sure, but Maeve was sure you could see her and Lucas’s blushing faces from another country. 

The point being she finally broke him down and so there they sat in the kitchen, a little bit of fading sunlight leaking through the cracked curtains.

She tried to hide how happy this made her, starting off their lesson. “Okay so I’m going to need to see an example of something you have so I know where we can start,” she started off, sitting across from him.

He blushed a little, fidgeting. She let out a little sigh, fingers tapping on the table lightly. “Mo shíorghrá I can’t do much based on nothing. Do you know the alphabet?”

His face turned redder. “Y-Yes of course I know the alphabet!” he sputtered. 

She chuckled, resting her cheek on her fist. “Don’t get testy with me, you haven’t given me much to work off of. Now do you have anything you’ve written?”

“I...uhh have a practice sheet of a menu,” he muttered, not quite meeting her eyes. She could tell where this was going.

“...can you give it to me?”

She could see the paper in his hands, did he have that the entire time? It didn't matter since he had it.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” he asked, eyes flicking up to meet hers. 

“Amani has ruined you,” she said with a low sigh, looking at him. “I won’t laugh.” He didn’t seem convinced. She stood, leaning over the table holding out her pinky. “Pinky swear.”

He hooked his pinky through hers, bringing their hands up to his lips. She had to lean a little farther, one of her legs lifting off the ground as he kissed her hand, amused. 

“Oh don’t give me that, giant.” There was a low scoff in her voice, he bit her hand gently at the nickname. She knew he hated it. It’s why she used it. “Now hand over the menu idea, the light is wasting away!”

She grabbed the paper he set on the table, falling back into her chair as their pinkies unwrapped from one another. Sometimes she’d forget how big he was in comparison to her. It was always a little shock when they held hands and his enveloped hers. 

He always did comment on how cold her hands were. Her response back was usually about how she was the cold one to balance his human heater tendencies (and she didn’t mind him warming her up.)

Relaxing into her chair she looked over the paper.

She had to fight to keep her jaw firmly locked in place. 

Good stars above his handwriting. It wasn’t the worst thing she had ever seen in the world, at least it was legible but…

“This is basically chicken-scratch,” she said, voice flat. 

The blush fled to the tips of his ears. “I-I know that!”

She inspected the little notes around the paper. His mouth hung open when he saw what she was doing. 

One note had her smiling a little to herself. ‘Can I try imitating Maeve’s handwriting? That’s appealing and nice to look at. It’s very pretty.’

“You like my handwriting?” she asked, looking up at him. Looking at the menu ideas closer she could see remnants of her loopy ‘y’s and how she dotted her ‘i’s in the paper. She felt almost honoured in a way. 

Of course it needed a bit of work, but it was still sweet.

He coughed, looking away from her. If his face could get any redder it did. “D-Don’t read too much into it.”

She grinned. “Ah I see. You think it’s super pretty but don’t want to say.” His ears grew redder. She took it as a yes. “Okay okay I’ll stop teasing. For now we can focus on some words you’re struggling with spelling and your penmanship.” 

She inspected the paper closer. She could tell Amani helped, there weren’t many spelling mistakes. It made her job easier. 

Though one stood out to her. 

How he spelled ‘circle’. 

Sikerl. 

“...you spelled ‘circle’ wrong.”

“I did?!”

“It’s umm...not the worst spelling I have ever seen, but we uhh...are gonna have to work on that one.”

He sulked, crossing his arms. She giggled, scooting a sheet of paper in front of him. He took it along with a pen, their fingers brushing. She pulled her hand away before he could lace their hands together and try to get out of it.

She knew his tactics. Not today mister. 

“So first off I’m going to show you how to spell it and hopefully you can remember. If not, that’s okay we have all night.” She got to her feet to stretch her arms. It was going to be a while.

He seemed to wilt. “All night?”

“Well unless you have other plans?”

He looked at her, quirking an eyebrow with a little smirk. She narrowed her eyes, setting her hands on her hips.

“Nah ah. Don’t even think about it. You need to spell circle right first. Then we’ll talk.”

He fell back into his chair with a pout. 

~~

To say this was going to be a long process would be another understatement. 

She stared at the paper in front of her, leaning over his shoulder to give it a once over. “I have never seen ‘circle’ spelled wrong so many times on the same sheet of paper,” she said, dumbfounded. “This has got to be some kind of record.”

She rubbed her eyes, looking over at him. It was getting pretty late.

Lucas, of course, was sulking again. She knew his moods, and sometimes sulking could mean anger. 

This was not anger but frustration. Both at circles and her. Probably because she hasn’t let him leave the table other than for bathroom breaks and a little stretch break. 

“Can we just end the lesson here and go to bed?” he asked, eyes pleading with her. 

She shot him a low glare with no heat. “I know exactly what you’re going to do if I agree and it isn’t sleep.” His face fell, she knew it. “And we aren’t leaving this table until you spell it right at least once. Try again.”

He grumbled to himself as she stood back up. It felt strange having to hunch over to be at eye level with him. Usually it was the other way around. 

She still remained over his shoulder, leaning into him a little. She rested her cheek against his back just below his neck, arms wrapping around him. He let out a little grunt at her touch, she smiled a little at the noise. “Oh? Am I being a nuisance?” she asked, voice a little muffled as she shifted her face to bury her nose in his back. 

He said nothing in return, but the way he tensed around her was indication enough. If he was going to be grumpy with her she was going to torture him. 

When he put his pencil down she looked up, and back at the paper. Her arms remained around his chest, fingers tapping lightly. Driving him up a wall might not be the smartest thing she could do in that very moment but damn was it fun.

“Hm…” she hummed, letting him go to get a better look at the paper. Just by looking at the first few spellings she knew he didn’t get it again.

He noticed her disappointed humming and started moving closer to her, pressing light kisses down the side of her neck. 

She almost leaned into the touch. Almost. 

As much as she craved the release and his touch she had a job to do. And the number one priority was getting the damn word spelled right. 

She shifted away from him, a low whine coming from his throat. “After you spell this right then you can maybe have a treat,” she said with a wink.

He glowered at her, shifting closer. “But you’ve done so much already! Worked yourself to death today, don’t you deserve a break?”

Oh no he was going to compliment her into giving in. Little conniving bastard. 

He kissed her neck again, trailing up her skin to her cheek. He kissed the sweet spot behind her ear, tucking her hair behind it as well. She almost melted into him, hands curling into fists. 

She turned her head, capturing his lips before he could do any more damage to her resolve. He took it as a victory, surging up to meet her, rising up out of his chair. 

She pulled away a moment before, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him back down. A little smirk flirted across her lips. “Now that you’ve gotten an idea of what’s planned for you if you get this word spelled right, get back to work.”

He whined, looking back at the paper of mistakes. She giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You have some time, and if you don’t get it today there’s always tomorrow.”

He groaned but got back to work. 

She waited a bit, walking away to go do something else while she waited. She was in the middle of putting dishes away when he called her back over to check his spelling. 

She wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit there was a little extra sway in her step as she walked back over to him. 

His arms immediately went around her waist, burying his face in her chest. She sighed, petting his hair. 

This was going to take a while.

“Once I look these over we can go to bed.” He unburied his face to give her a look of pure joy. “To sleep.” The look fell and it was back to lip jutting out childish pouting. Sometimes she wondered who was the influence. The kids on the dock or him. 

She chuckled, looking at the paper. 

“Still no, but we can work on it tomorrow,” she said, scratching his scalp a little. She felt a little bad. She pushed him a little too far. She just wanted to help him but she was starting to get frustrated as well. 

Without another word he bundled her into his arms, scooping her off the ground and carried her into their room. She laughed all the while. 

It was like he needed to get as far away from the paper as possible, and she didn’t blame him. Spelling was hard, but she was still in disbelief he was struggling this badly with how to spell circle. She had shown him four times.

That night she didn’t let them go farther than a few kisses (much to his dismay, she was going through with the punishment. Until he spelled ‘circle’ right he was getting squat.)

~~

Day two did not go any better than day one.

She sat across the table from him this time. After he muttered about how distracting she was with how she smelled good enough to eat she decided to eliminate that..distraction. 

And sat as far away from him as she could.

Well that still flopped because he kept sending her puppy dog eyes from across the table. Not doing anything. 

She sighed. “Get four spellings down and I’ll come back over.”

The way he got back to work so quickly reminded her of a dog. She giggled to herself. If she focused hard enough she could almost see the tail wagging behind him. 

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “What?”

She waved him off, smiling to herself. “Oh nothing.”

He squinted at her for a moment before looking back at his paper. When he was done he crooked a finger at her. 

She didn’t move from her spot, glaring at him. Oh he was not going to do that to her. “Unless you spelled ‘circle’ right you have no right calling me over like a dog,” she sniffed, getting to her feet. 

He set a hand on her knee as she bent over to look at the paper, whispering in her ear. His breath warmed her skin. “Well, for all your whining you sure came to me like one.” She looked at him, offended. 

He smirked. Her brows creased with her annoyance. “Well you look like one,” she replied.

His eyebrows shot straight up into his hairline. She turned to go over his paper again. He leaned in closer to her again, kissing the shell of her ear. She had to suppress a shiver. 

Bastard.

“And you sound like one.”

She was going to strangle him but first...maybe she’d play his game. Ignoring the paper (with no right spellings, once again. She’d have to show him. Again.) she tilted his head up with one finger. Kissing the side of his face up to his ear she let him sigh. 

Trying not to smirk she nibbled on his earlobe. His hand tightened on her leg. She released his earlobe, whispering something with a little extra growl in her voice. “Woof.” 

She moved away from him, smiling to herself. He sat there for a moment, with the most dumbstruck expression on his face. Ha, victory. 

The moment she looked at his paper though, his arms were around her again and he was tugging her into his lap. She let out a little yelp, arms going around his neck to keep from tipping over off the chair. “That’s not fair,” he muttered to her neck. 

She snorted, trying to move to see his paper again. He didn’t budge, so she was as good as stuck for a while. “I don’t play fair, you know this.”

“Yeah but won’t you take mercy on your poor, tired, love-of-your-life?” he asked, the puppy dog eyes making a return. When he leaned in to kiss her again she placed her hands over his mouth. 

“And you call me a dog,” she scoffed, wiggling a little in his grasp. His thigh jerked under her. “Now lemme go you big lug. You’ve still got to spell ‘circle’ right.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes!” she wheezed, pushing his face as she tried to break free of his grip. He wasn’t going to let her go that easily. She let out a ‘hmph’ and twisted around. “Fine. If you won’t let me go I’ll just check from here.”

He didn’t argue with her from there, a small victory on her part. Maybe it was better if Amani taught him. At least then he wouldn’t have any distractions. 

Granted he might be dead by the time she was done. Hmmm...there were pros and cons to having Amani help. Her eyes flicked over each of the spellings. None were right. But one was close at least.

Sirkel 

Serkol 

Sickle 

Circel

“Hmm wow the last one is close!” she said with a smile, looking at him over her shoulder. His eyes lit up. “You just got to switch two of the letters. And let me go.” She wiggled again, pushing at his arms. 

“So I just switch two letters and I’m free to go?”

“Mmhmm! If they’re the right ones of course.”

He looked determined and finally released her. She scrambled away before he could draw her back into him. As much as she appreciated sitting on his lap now was not the time. 

“Two letters! Got it!” he said, scrawling out the word on the paper. 

He pushed it over to her, pride seeping into his face. She smiled, humming a little looking at the paper again.

“...uhh…”

Cricel 

“It’s worse.”

“What do you mean it’s worse?! I did what you told me to!”

“Yeah but you swapped the wrong letters!”

“You told me to swap two of the letters!”

“Yeah not the wrong ones! I told you not to swap the wrong ones!”

He grumbled. “This is stupid. Circles are stupid. Writing is stupid.”

“Next up we work on your vocabulary.”

He shot her a low glare. It held no heat but it made her giggle. 

“Shaddup,” he muttered. She kissed his cheek, still giggling to herself. 

“Here I’ll show you how to spell it again and then you can go.” She leaned over again, not paying attention to where she was leaning and what was in his direct line of sight. 

She kept her pen work neat (sometimes when moving fast her handwriting looked nothing more than scribbles), keeping all the loops she now knew he liked. When she looked over at him again she realized her mistake. 

Quickly (quicker than she thought he could move) he scooped her up again, kissing her face. She let out a squeal, trying to get out of his grip again.

“L-L-L-L-LUCAS!” she gasped through her laughter, trying to escape again. 

“Mmmfph no I’m done,” he said, voice muffled. “No more circles. They’re evil.”

She snorted, putting her palms on his cheeks to push him away. His lips puckered as she pressed his face together. She leaned in closer. “I spelled it on the paper. I showed you how to spell it. I can try and help you remember it so I’m gonna need you to try again.”

His brows creased. She sighed. “Please.”

“Fwmine.” He couldn’t really talk with her hands on his face. 

“And let me go.”

“Nwo.”

She rolled her eyes, releasing his face and resigned to her fate. He wrote out ‘circle’ so fast she could barely comprehend what was happening before he lifted her up off the chair. “There. Now I’m done.”

“But I need to-”

“Done. I am done.”

He kissed her neck, lifting her up with his hands on her upper thighs. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she got used to being carried. “You do know we have to do this all over again tomorrow to make sure you remember how to spell it, right?”

He howled in pain. 

~~

Day three at the very least, went better than day two and day one. 

Mostly because she gave him the proper motivation after cock-blocking him again the night before. 

She rubbed her temples. “So now, what did we learn yesterday?” she asked, sitting on the table next to him. 

“Um the tub is too small for the both of us?”

She cracked an eye open. He wasn’t wrong. Most of the water ended up on the floor. It was a mess to clean up. “Yes that and you should learn to keep your hands to yourself. You haven’t earned anything just yet mister struggling to spell circle on day three. But that’s not what I meant.”

His lip jutted out again as he pouted. “Yeah yeah. Circle is not spelled how I’ve been spelling it. I get it.”

“Mmmhmm.” She hummed, stretching her arms above her head. “But that’s okay circle is spelled really stupidly, but!” she started, dropping her hands to braid her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. “I’m going to give you proper motivation so we can finally move on to something different.”

Curiosity sparked in his eyes. She smiled, humming a little as she swung her legs. “I’m going to give you a few tries to spell it. Five tries to be exact. Spell it wrong every time and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“What?! That’s not fair!”

She tsked. “Motivation M’fhíorghrá, motivation.”

“...and if I spell it right?”

She looked up. “Hmm...haven’t thought that far.”

“...such confidence in me, I’m honoured.”

She snorted. “I haven’t thought of something you’d want.”

His eyes flicked over her form. She felt her cheeks warm.“I can think of something.”

She stuck her tongue out. “Oh hush you. Get to work now.”

He grumbled, but looked back down at the paper. The first few times he got it wrong. When he was on his fourth try she started to get exasperated. 

He kept looking at her hair. “You know that’s an invitation to ruin, right?” he asked. She touched the braid snaking around her shoulder, letting out a raspberry like sigh. 

“Yes I do. And if you don’t fucking spell ‘circle’ right you’re gonna suffer knowing you couldn’t ruin it while sleeping on the floor.” She mostly muttered it to herself, it slipping out with her frustration. 

He spelled it wrong again. 

She let out a low sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Three days. Maybe she wasn’t as good as a teacher as she thought? Or maybe it was just them goofing around. 

Even so she was tired and she knew he was as well. “Lucas I swear to the goddess above I will let you fuck me on this table if you can spell it right once. I know we both hate this, because circles are dumb. But we really should be doing other things.”

He froze in place, slowly turning his head to look at her. His voice was low and husky. “Is that a promise?”

She rolled her eyes, leaning back a little keeping her balance by hooking her hands under the table. She kicked her legs a little, looking up at the ceiling. “I swear I will, just spell it right!”

He moved fast, pausing to think for a moment. When he finished, she checked over the page with a flourish. He groaned as she took her sweet time, fearing for the worst.

She was going to draw it out for a while but… “You spelled it right!” she said with a cheer, forgetting her filter. Dang it. 

There were many emotions flying across his face at once. 

From relief, to joy, to something else. 

She swallowed a little as his eyes darkened a little and he smiled. “I do remember a promise,” he said, getting to his feet. Even when she was standing he towered over her. 

But since she was sitting on their kitchen table, he was like a colossus. He nudged her legs apart, standing between them. He leaned in closer and she leaned back away from him, falling onto the table. He placed his hands on either side of her face. 

“You promised,” he reminded her once again, a little song seeping into his voice. 

She swallowed again, knowing her freckles were glowing brighter at those two words. Heat sparked in her stomach, a blush dusting her cheeks. He knew what those meant and his smile grew absolutely wolfish.

After a moment she smiled as well, running her hands through his hair. It was soft and messy. She tugged on a knot, making him sink into her touch. She lifted her hips to brush his. 

“I do go through with my promises.”

[r0-boat]

been having a shit time lately, but i have more monster island hcs, rf5 edition! bachelors (except cecil (for obvious reasons) ft terry and gideon!

everyone count the minutes until goddess goes absolutely feral over gideon not being a bachelor. yes i finished the main story but still. we were robbed.

- goddess anon ✨💖

lucas is a blue ribbon eel mermaid, but the more i thought about him, the more i realized he'd be a mermaid/raiju hybrid. i feel like that would explain his god powers a little better. 👀

ryker just screams fairy/mothman to me. he gets to keep the butterfly motif and an excuse to be the weirdo edgelord of the night. appearance-wise, he resembles a blue tiger moth 🦋

martin's probably a golem. solid and damn near unbreakable, his body is a mix of many different minerals, stones, and metals. ✨⭐️

murakumo is self explanatory, his wolf features are more exaggerated here.

terry feels like he'd be a shapeshifter, sort of like a mimic from dnd (i never played dnd in my life shh). this is how he catches criminals. works every time because he got a galaxy brain

oh boy gideon was hard to decide. i think he'd be a dragon or a lamia; something that gives him a commanding presence by default. can also control time because im still coping after that boss fight

👀👀👀👀👀👉👈

Ooh monster island au is back

I'm loving these hcs

I agree Gideon being a dragon but my horny brain keeps saying lamia

Smh you forgot Reinhard don't worry I got you ;)

I can see Reinhard being a wolf boy but like super respectful adgdg man is trying his best combat whatever demons he's feeling every time you looked at you every day. And he protect you like a good boy