#ooo forgot to say i tried to stay up for the release but i fell asleep lol

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happy unbecoming by @vyva-melinkolya day to all who celebrate

[winterfrostlovetriangle]

I’m right there with you on being wide awake and it’s only 10pm here haha.. so let’s say a drunk Magnus and reader night would be like maybe he slips up and tells her how he feels?

Thanks for the request @devilbat​! I hope this what you were looking for. 

Warning: Implied smut, drunk Magnus, fluff

Masterlist

Confessions of a Drunk Detective

At 10 p.m. you had finally fallen into bed. You had just finished a shift that should have ended five hours ago, but people are stupid. Especially if they are drunk. You and your partner had been called to sort out a noise complaint. Thanks, Kurt. Apparently, all the other officers were too busy to handle it. 

When you arrived at the scene, the culprits were hanging from a tree shouting at each other. It was one of the strangest things you’d ever seen. You honestly had no idea how they had even gotten up there, let alone how they were still hanging on. It took forever for you and Magnus to get them to even notice you. 

Finally getting the attention of the male you shouted, “Hi, I’m Detective Y/L/N and this is Detective Martinsson.”

The pair waved down to you. 

You smiled back. “It seems like you two have had a fun evening. Why don’t you come down and tell us about it?” 

“We live up here, dearie,” the man answered. “We-we’re bats!”

Magnus, who was standing behind you, choked on a laugh. “They’re certainly batty,” he whispered.

Hiding your laugh, you continued, “Right, well how about you come down all the same. We can talk more on the ground.”

“We actually can’t move. We’ve been trying for an hour and turns out we’re stuck up here,” the woman piped up. 

“Great, just great,” you muttered under your breath. “Care to help, Magnus?”

“Nope, you are doing brilliantly, Y/N.” 

You huffed and went back to the car to radio for the fire department. Walking back to the tree, you noticed Magnus was talking with the couple.

“Here she comes,” called the man. “It’s the queen!” He then began singing “God Save the Queen.”

Magnus lost it then. You stood next to him and hip-checked him, only causing him to laugh harder. 

“What, don’t think I’d make a good queen?” you teased. 

“Oh, you definitely would. I’m just enjoying this.” You shook your head and joined in.

“You’re so pretty,” came a sing-songy voice. 

You looked up and noticed that the couple was watching you and Magnus. 

“She is! They make a cute pair,” the woman agreed. “Your girlfriend is pretty, don’t you think, young man.”

Your face flushed and you could only imagine that Magnus’ had as well.

“Um,” he began. He was cut off by sirens. He let out a sigh of relief. 

That hurt mate, you thought. 

Finally, the couple was extracted from the tree. You and Magnus put them in the back of the car and drove back to the station.

“Ooo, love...we’re going for a ride,” the woman hiccuped. 

“Going on an adventure. Oh, I forgot my camera,” the man cried. 

Magnus laughed out loud. You slapped his arm and he stopped. You made it back to the station and after another hour, being thrown up on, and a shower and change of clothes, you were ready to head home. 

“Oi, Queenie, want to go get a drink?” Magnus called to you. 

You rolled your eyes and hid a smile. “No, I am going home and sleeping for the next three days,” you replied. 

“Alright, enjoy the weekend.”

“You too, Mags.”

-----

Crash! 

The sound jerked you awake. You sat bolt upright and listened. You heard a scratching noise.

Thud!

Someone was definitely at your front door. You quickly got up, pulled your gun from the drawer, and tip-toed to the door. You didn’t see anyone through the peephole but cautiously turned the knob. 

“Wo-ah!” 

A body hit the ground. You looked down in surprise, it was the last person you ever expected to show up at your flat.

“Mags? What are you doing here?”

“Hellooooo,” he sang out. You raised your eyebrows. 

“Are you drunk?” You knew it was stupid to ask. 

“No-oo...well, maybe a little,” Magnus giggled. He suddenly began belting out “God Save the Queen.”

You quickly tried to shush him. “Magnus, stop! It’s too late to sing.”

“Oh, sorry,” Magnus whispers. “Shhh, I have to be quiet now.”

You chuckled at your partner. “Come on, mate. Let’s get you up.”

“No,” he whined. “I want to stay here.”

Child, you said to yourself. “I know, but I need to shut the door, love.”

Magnus lifted his arms. You huffed knowing what he expected you to do. You grabbed his hands and pulled farther into the room and closed the door. You came back and stared down at Magnus. He waved up at you.

“What am I going to do with, Mags?”

“Love me?” came his response.

“What?” You were caught off guard but remembered that he was three sheets to the wind. “Of course I will.”

He patted the space next to him. You laid down, staring at the ceiling. You felt him scoot closer to you. Magnus was quiet for a few minutes, so thinking he was asleep, you rolled over onto your side to look at him. You were met with his blue eyes staring into your brown ones. He had a goofy schoolboy grin on his face. He reached up and brushed a stray hair behind your ear. 

“He was right, ya know,” Magnus slurred. “You are pretty.”

You smiled. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you were my girlfriend. You are...beautiful, Y/N. Funny, wise, and...have the cutest nose,” he confessed. He booped your nose and laughed. “I love you. I have since the first day you w-walked into the station. You were wearing a blue dress.”

“You remember that?” you asked.

“O-of course. It complimented your eyes and,” he paused leaning forward. “And it showed off your legs. Very sexy,” Magnus whispered. 

You laughed at his confession. “I think you’re pretty sexy yourself. It’s just a shame you won’t remember any of this when you wake up in the morning,” you said. “Come, love. Let’s get you to bed.” 

You stood and offered your hand to Magnus. He grabbed it and attempted to stand. In his drunken state, he tripped over his own feet and tumbled forward. Before you knew what was happening, you found yourself on your back with Magnus on top of you. You stared at each other for a second. You got lost in his stormy eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you know,” he said. You nodded. Magnus pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. 

You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, instantly feeling intoxicated. It wasn’t the exact way you dreamed your first kiss with Magnus would be, but it was still amazing. Your arms went around his neck and you both moaned into the kiss. His hand found its way under your nightshirt and caressed your skin. Your eyes shot open, your brain suddenly remembering what you were doing. 

You broke the kiss and flipped Magnus over so he was on his back. He looked up you, pupil lust blown. 

“No, Magnus. No more, not tonight. We need to get some sleep,” you told him. He nodded. 

You got up and helped Magnus stand. You both made it to your bedroom without any more accidents. You helped him to lay down and decided to take his shoes off. 

You sat on the edge of the bed next to him. “Now, close your eyes and get some sleep, Mags.” 

His eyes were already closed, his mouth slightly open. You bent over him and brushed your lips over his forehead. “Sleep well, Magnus.”

You stopped in the doorway to look at him one more time.

“Love you,” he muttered.

You sniffed and closed the door behind you. Settling on the couch, you stared at the floor where you two had just been. You pulled a blanket over yourself and snuggled down as a few tears escaped as you thought of his drunken confession. 

“I love you too, Mags.” 

The next morning you woke up with a crick in your back from the position you slept in. Groaning you stretched and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Finishing the eggs you heard a thud and a groan come from your room. You smiled, poor Magnus. Suddenly he cleared his throat, causing you to jump. 

“Pain relievers on the counter, Mags. Drink all of the water.”

“Yes, Mum,” he grumbled. 

You laughed as you walked over to him, a cup of coffee in your hands. Magnus sat at the peninsula with his head in his hands. 

“Drink this.” You went back to the stove. “It will help.” 

“Did - did I do or say anything embarrassing last night,” he asked hesitantly.

“Nope,” you replied. Smirking you started humming a familiar song.

“Ugh, I really sang that?”

“Yes, you did. Placing a plate in front of him, you smiled. “Now, eat your eggs.” 

You cleaned up the kitchen in silence while he ate, refilling his mug twice more. 

“Wait on the couch. I’ll drive you home after I shower.” 

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything, Y/N?” he asked again. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I’m fine Mags, I just need a shower. We can talk when your head isn’t pounding. I’ll be back.” You offered him a small smile. 

Once in your bathroom, you leaned against the closed door. Sighing, you turned the water on and got undressed. “Maybe one day he’ll tell me he loves me.” You got in the shower and let the warm water run over you. You massaged your neck, the water helping release the tension. 

You felt a pair of hands circle your waist. You yelped in surprise and lost your footing, but were held in place by those hands. Your breathing quickened as you felt the solid chest touching your back. 

“I thought of another way to relieve my headache, love.” His voice was rough and sultry. 

You bit your lip hoping you weren’t going to wake up back on the couch. “Mags, I-”

“I meant what I said last night,” he said turning you around to look in your face. “I fell in love the first day we met.” 

The way the water cascaded over his curls and the fact that you were both standing naked in your shower was affecting you. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I-I love you too, Magnus. Always have,” you confessed. You two stared at each other for a beat. “Kiss me...please.”

Magnus pushed you against the shower wall and captured your lips in a blood-boiling kiss. His hands wandered your body touching every surface and curve he could find. He swallowed up your moans greedily. His hands finally find your backside. He rubbed your cheeks, before giving a hard squeeze. 

You squealed and pulled back, gasping for air. Magnus turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried you both off and then picked you up bridal style. Throwing you on the bed, he scrambled to hover of you. He smiled down at you, which you quickly returned. 

Best weekend ever!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Wan High Weeping (Part 36)

Jet got loaded into an ambulance and he was getting loaded into a cop car. Jet the rapist, the predator. He got a cushy trip to the hospital. And he was off to jail. Chan cursed again, they ought to be thanking him, he was the hero in this situation. Hell, that Sokka guy was a pretty decent hero.

But instead of a congratulations they had cuffed both of them and were hauling them off.

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Chan muttered from the backseat. “I saved her! I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You have a record Mr. Haga.” Remarked the woman behind the wheel. “In fact, I do recall being one of the officers to escort you home after your last incident.” She paused and he knew that she was going to ask his least favorite question. “Did you take your medication tonight?”

“No, I…” What was he going to say? He couldn’t tell her that he’d been drinking. He was horribly lucky that they didn’t see any alcohol, and even luckier that he had parents who could pay them off if they did. “No, I forgot, I was a little busy.”

He let the conversation die there, finding it lost under many layers of red. Jet had well and killed his closest friend and he was going to walk as a free man. He had been conversing with Jet this whole time, if it weren’t for Chu-Leng, Jet probably would have been the one to fill in for Ruon-Jian.

He rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. This was frustrating all the way around. Maybe it was time to call it quits, the parties, the cliques, friendships…

It took all of his willpower to not deliver a blow to the carseat in front of him.

Friendship, what a load of bullshit. The fake ones stay and the real ones die.

It was time to quit Usha too. When he got out of this cop car and to a cell phone, he’d cut her out as fast as he could manage.

He’d cut them all out, if he had to.

He tightened his fists, he was teetering on the edge of an outburst. All of those people in his house and not one of them would ask if he was alright. They’d approach him and make inquiries, sure. But those questions will only be about when the next party is.

They pull him out of the vehicle, and not gently.

He found himself in a room with only a table and two chairs and he wondered if he should be demanding a lawyer.

His parents were going to kill him.

Absolutely kill him.

And they didn’t even know just what had transpired in their house.

A man sat down and introduced himself as officer Yu-Ron. Needless formalities. He’d been in this building enough to know the man’s face and see his name tag. Yu-Ron sat down and sighed. “I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to see you back here so soon.”

“Yeah, well, maybe fighting cripples and shoving my ex wasn’t thrilling enough for me.” He wished that he hadn’t said it, out loud it sounded as awful as it was. “So I guess I had to go and beat the fucker who harassed my friend until he died.”

Just what the hell was he doing, dropping all of that without a lawyer in sight.

Yu-Ron nodded.

He had just dropped a blatant confession. Was bail even an option in cases like these? “Look, I was defending that...that girl, what’s her name? We both know I’m an asshole, but even I have boundaries. He was trying to...he was about too…” He rubbed his hands over his face. “He was going to...rape someone. In my house. At my party. I couldn’t just let him do it okay.”

Yu-Ron remained quiet. A tactic that he fell for every time.

“Look, man, I think that he did it before.” Chan sputtered. “That’s why TyLee was there. Because she knew. And Ruon knew and that’s why Jet made his life hell.”  He rubbed at his hairline and slapped his hand down on the table. “Fuck, man, I couldn’t stop it from happening. I couldn’t save my own friend. I couldn’t let it happen again.”

He was truly a fool offering so much information without a lawyer in sight. He leaned back in his chair and held his palms to his hairline. He released a puff of a breath. “I need my pills, man.”

.oOo.

It was a relief to wake up in his own bed, even if it was 4:25 in the morning. He didn’t know how many strings his parents had to pull to keep him from waking up on that stiff holding cell mattress. He didn’t know if they had pulled any at all. Perhaps his own cooperation had done him well for a change. Maybe, saving Katara had been a good enough reason…

He was almost certain that he was going to be pulled in for a second round of questioning eventually.

Chan tried not to think about that as he brushed his teeth and set it down to find his comb. He slicked his hair back and sulked to the breakfast table. The house was still a horrible mess and his father was sitting in the middle of it, flipping through a news article. “I wonder how long it will be until this…” he gestured about the room, “makes the papers.”

He didn’t think that it would take a long time at all, actually.

“How many times do you expect us to do this for you? How many times are we going to bail you out? Did you know that we are going to have to cut back on our food budget and take a lower tier phone and internet plan for this?”

He did not.

“Your medications cost money that you are spending on parties and possible jail time.” His father continued.

“One of these days you’re going to do something that we can’t bail you out of.” His mother added. He hadn’t even heard her rifling around the pantry. “From the sound of it you almost had.”

Chan didn’t want to do this right now. He fished his pills out of his pocket and popped two, he’d be needing them to take him through this conversation. He wished that she would just give the pills time to take effect.

“We let you throw all of these parties, Chan. We let you invite as many people as you want. We even let you have beer! All we asked was that you didn’t get the cops called on you and that you had the place clean by the time we got home.”

He wanted to scream at her, to throw it in her face that maybe she should have been more strict with him. It began to occur to him that maybe he hated their constant absence. That maybe all of this freedom was too much for him. Perhaps the spike in the magnitude of his parties was some sort of challenge. A way to indirectly beg them to tighten their rules.

“There are cigarettes all over the place, beer bottles, a bag of--I don’t even know what this is! I even found one of your party guests passed out in our bathroom this morning! God, what else has gone on in this house that we haven’t seen?”

He didn’t speak fast enough so his father interjected. “Have you even seen everything that goes on in this house.”

Apparently he had not. “It was a house party, of course I don’t know about everything!” He hollered.

“A girl was assaulted in our guest bedroom!” Mrs. Haga shouted back.

“Yes! I stopped that from happening! That’s why I was in…”

“You wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t host a party like that in the first place.” His father argued.

“So what? Are you going to ban me from having anymore?” He questioned. “Maybe you should have been responsible enough to do that in the first place. You’re my parents.”

“We were trying to give you freedom.” His mother rebutted.

“We have given you everything you wanted and then some.” His father raised his voice. “We let you choose your own career path, we let you…”

“Oh for fuck’s…” His hands were clawing at his hairline again. They were really throwing all of that at him. They were going to pin it all on him. God forbid, they ever came home to give him something to do other than party. “Maybe if you guys were actually around I wouldn’t need fucking strangers for company!”

Maybe if he hadn’t lost Ruon…

“Do not use that word around your mother!” Mr. Haga snapped.

“Christ!” Chan slammed his fist against the wall. “At least keep yelling at me for something that fucking matters.” They were making him wish that he had woken up in a cell. He made his retreat, knowing very well that they wouldn’t follow him. He wanted them to. He wanted their fury, he wanted consequence. At least fury and punishment was attention. But as soon as his foot met the first stair the conversation was over.

Likely it wouldn’t come up again unless he brought it up.

They had better things to do; a vacation to be had or a family business to run.

He wished that their hotel chain would go under. They’d lose all of their luxarey, but at least he’d have parents.

He needed a distraction, something. Anything. He turned on his computer and glanced over his social media accounts. According to the drunks and the ignorant it had been a successful party. He almost clicked out.

Almost.

Usha had so kindly uploaded a few pictures of Azula. He knew he vowed to cut her out, but lord did Usha know how to create a distraction. He had his own image of Azula to share, he supposed that she would be a good distraction. She could handle it, she always did, so he commented on the post.

.oOo.

Monday passed by cruelly uneventfully leaving him plenty of time to think about Ruon and Jet.  He stopped at Azula’s locker with Chu-Leng and Usha to slip a few notes in the girl’s locker. For once he was content to follow instead of call the shots.

He took his seat in June’s class.

“She making this too easy.” Chu-Leng snickers.

“Yeah, she really is.” Chan agreed, watching the girl in question enter the room.

As Azula took her seat, Chu-Leng leaned over again. “I mean first she gifts us with a goldmine of photos and then she leaves us a nice window to put them all in her locker. This is rich dude.”

He didn’t know what Chu-Leng was expecting him to do so he just snickered along until his friend retreated.

As soon as the boy did, Chan wished that he would have kept the conversation going. Because now he was thinking again. He was thinking about his nightmare. It was a horrible thing really, he was back at his party but, oddly, it was he under Jet--his pants well and discarded. TyLee and Katara were there too, in later stages of Jet’s sick fantasy. Azula was there too, the old Azula. Smaller and smug-er, with a wickedly delighted gleam in her eye.  She was watching. She didn’t care, in fact she was almost amused. She let Jet straddle him. She laughed as he did so.

Irrationally, think of the dream made him mad at the real Azula.

Irrationally, he wanted to hurt her for what she had allowed in his dream.

She didn’t know…

By third hour he decided to skip the rest of the school day. It was a drag. At least if he stole away to do doughnuts in his car, he wouldn’t think anymore. So he pulled his car into the nearest gravel parking lot. He shifted the car into first gear. His adrenaline spiking as he accelerated, he turned is wheel sharply to the right. He yanked on the hand break. Feeling the car slid  and spin takes the edge off of the spinning of his mind and his world.

He didn’t know how much time and gas he wasted. He didn’t know how much dust he’d kicked up. It didn’t matter because at least his mind had quieted. At least the adrenaline had calmed.  

.oOo.

It had been a temporary fix. He was angry all over again and didn’t have enough gas for anymore drifting. Not that it would help anymore, he’d driven ridiculously fast on Tuesday as well, that kind of adrenaline was losing its power. Dream Azula entered his mind and he latched onto that image as he emptied soda can after soda can into his locker. He finished each by violently flattening the can on the floor and whipping it across the hall as hard as he could, only stopping when he heard the tell-tale heel clicks of a teacher. He scrambled away, hiding in the crowd, waiting for Azula to arrive.

Her reaction was lackluster. No surprise on her face, no dismayed cry. He realized that she wasn’t reacting at all. He was irked even further so he stormed up to her locker and slammed it shut in her face. "Thought that you could use a drink." "Very thoughtful, Chan." She still wasn’t reacting to his satisfaction. No, her voice was flat and emotionless. He didn’t understand where her bite had gone. He almost let her walk away. But he couldn’t stand it. He needed to coax that spark. He wanted her to lash out at him. He wanted her to say something awful back, something that would destroy him as Jet had broke Ruon-Jian. So he hustled to catch up with her and offered her a round two. "So, are you going to pay me for eating half of the food at my party?" "I provided entertainment, you should pay me." She had given him wit, but the comment had no power behind it. It was missing the sting he craved. So he pushed a third time. "That's true, it's a gift that keeps on giving." If he was going to rouse her temper he would have to do better than that. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen anyone eat like that! I don't know how you can eat so much at once." He added a laugh. But he wasn’t satisfied with his insult, it wasn’t even that good.  "There's something wrong with you." He waited eagerly for a vehement, world destroying blow. But Azula never delivered. Instead he watched her attempt to get comfortable in her chair. He had the opportunity for one more insult. He thought that this one would be good enough to earn him the mental slap that he craved.  "Careful, you're going to break it!" The only slap he earned Chu-Leng giving him a high five. He almost didn’t hear Azula mutter a soft, "probably."

Chan stopped laughing, had she really just agreed with him? She wasn’t supposed to agree with him. She was supposed to get angry and tear him apart. But her head seemed to dip, she was withdrawing. Something in him stirred unpleasantly. The feeling only grew worse when the bell rang and he watched her leave.

And he realized that he had just created a new problem for himself. He wasn’t just thinking about Ruon, TyLee, and Katara anymore. He was thinking about his stupid ex. His ridiculously pretty, highly insecure ex.

He wondered if he should try to catch up to her and apologize. But she seemed occupied at lunch and somehow the thought of apologizing to her sent a trill of fear down his spine.

.oOo.

He didn’t see her in class on Thursday and his unsettled feeling grows. The feeling flourishes when they pulled him into the office. It ebbed away some when he saw officer Yu-Ron standing in the doorway. The man didn’t speak to him at all as he drove him to the station. “So why can’t we just do the investigation here, in school?”

The question went unanswered.

Yu-Ron led him into another room. Apparently Yu-Ron was just his escort. The woman sitting at the other end of the table had a stony and stern wrinkled face. Her badge read, ‘Officer Park Yoka’. She addressed him coldly. “Do you know what involuntary manslaughter is, Mr. Haga?”

He swallowed. He had a pretty vague idea.

“Involuntary manslaughter is an unintentional murder, if you will. Perhaps you don’t even realize that it is about to happen.  It can be negligence or recklessness. It can be drunk driving. It can be a prank gone wrong. Or, it can, very commonly, be bullying.”

His stomach sank.

“Around mid afternoon, Azula Kasai was transported to the hospital after she was found in her car with an empty bottle of diet pills and an empty bottle of klonopin...”  

His throat ran dry as she listed a third medication.

“Among others, she mentioned your name multiple times en route.”

He knew that the woman was waiting for him to say something for himself, but he couldn’t seem to sputter anything intelligible.  He hadn’t wanted her to die, he just wanted to alleviate his school-hour boredom and look cool as he did so. He just wanted a reaction. “She wasn’t supposed to…”

“Yes, that is why it is called involuntary manslaughter.” The woman laid her icy eyes upon him. “You’re very lucky Mr. Haga. Ms. Kasai is still alive. It would do you well to hope that the girl doesn’t press charges.”

Chan’s mind races. His parents couldn’t take another hit like that. He was going to have to wipe his social media. The officer seemed to read his mind. “Kasai is a smart woman, she has acquired more than enough proof to pursue a good lawsuit.”

Chan leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, he almost wanted to burst out in a fit of bitter laughter right there. He had dodged a bullet with the beating of Jet, but they were going to get him for this. He supposed that Azula would be the one to end his reign of terror.

He just wondered how many other people his ex would be taking down alongside him.