#some of the prettiest brunettes around am i right

[fightme365]

How Reader Meets Them (Poly! Twisted Wonderland x Non-binary! Reader Part 1)

Leona & Malleus: Y/n was not happy about being dragged to another world and forced to attend a school for male villains. Anyone would have a hard time with that but being that they were non-binary and fem bodied it was especially hard. Most of the students made passes at them and refused to respect their boundaries and gender identity.

Y/n finally lost it on some savanaclaw students when one smacked their ass and made a comment about wanting 'her' as their 'girlfriend'. This particular student had made those comments several times and now Y/n couldn't take it. They screamed.

"You little bastard, I have told you over and over I am non-binary and it is not okay to touch me. Yet you keep calling a woman and touching me. I hope you have fun in hell when you die a painful death.", they yelled furiously.

The savanaclaw student and his friends snickered. Then two shadows feel over Y/n and they paled. Y/n looked behind them to see a brunette with lion ears and tail and a black haired guy with horns. Y/n know who they were but had never officially meet Leona Kingscholar, the lion, and Malleus Draconia, the horned dragon guy. Neither looked happy as they looked at Y/n and the savanaclaw students.

"Oi, you little shits, respect them. How would you like it if I called you a woman and grabbed your ass?", yelled the brunette. The savanaclaw students flinched. "We're sorry we were just messing around with h... Them. I mean them. Please don't hurt us.", yells the student who had grabbed Y/n's butt.

"You should apologise to the child of man, not us.", says Malleus. Leona nods beside him. The savanaclaw students nod at Y/n. "We're sorry. We shouldn't have done that to you. We'll never do it again.", said a different savanaclaw student.

"Good, now leave.", says Leona. They savanaclaw students hurry off. Y/n was now alone with Leona and Malleus.

They bowed to the two males. They were about to say thank you when a hand touched their head. Then the hand begin to stroke their head. "Malleus, stop that. Your being weird.", says Leona.

"Doesn't the child of man want me to pet their head. This is what you do when you want me to pet your head.", says Malleus retracting their hand. "No. The herbivore is trying to thank us. It's a human custom.", says Leona.

Y/n stands up and let's out a giggle. Right then they knew they were a goner. They had to have them.

Jamil & Kalim: Y/n was confused when they got an invitation to a party at Scarbia. They didn't know anyone from that dorm but decided to go with Grim anyway. The invitation said to dress nice. So they put on their prettiest sun dress. Despite having a masculine body it look good on them and would be good for the hot weather in Scarbia.

They didn't think much of it until they their and more then half the party was starring at them. The rest didn't seem to care including the host, Kalim. Kalim had come to greet them and complimented them on their dress as soon as they came in.

Half an hour into the party though someone that didn't like it decided they couldn't stand it any longer. The male Scarbia student walked right to Y/n as they talked to someone and purposely threw a drink all over Y/n's dress. "Oops, look like you have to change. Make sure you remember to put on pants this time, dude.", says the male Scarbia student.

Y/n felt like crying. Then a hand landed on their shoulder. It was Kalim with a long haired brunette man who looked pissed. "Jamil, can you remove the stain on their dress while deal with him? They look so lovely in it that it would be a shame for them not wear it.", says Kalim.

"Of course, Prince Kalim. It will be easy.", the brunette says. Jamil takes Y/n hand and leads them away. "You don't want to see this. Kalim is nice and happy mostly. It takes a lot to piss him off but when he does it is terrifying.", says Jamil.

Jamil takes Y/n to a laundry room and starts to remove the stain. In 5 minutes it is gone. There is no trace of it. Their about to go back to the party but Y/n is unsure if they should go. Jamil's expression softens.

"Trust me, okay. Kalim will take care of it. He may seem childish and extravagant but he wants to be your friend and he takes care of his friends. He won't let this just go.", says the brunette.

When they got back the male Scarbia student was on his knees and he apologized to Y/n and then left. No one else bothered Y/n for the rest of the night. Y/n spent the rest of night dancing and eating with Kalim, Jamil, and Grim. By the end of it they knew they wanted both Kalim and Jamil as more then friends.

Jamil & Azul: Y/n and Grim needed jobs desperately. The money Crowley gave them not sufficient to support one of them let alone both them and Grim. They were pointed in the direct of the Mostro Lounge when they talked to Ace Deuce about it. The duo had heard they needed more wait staff.

So Y/n went their and was told to go back Azul's office by a blue haired guy called Floyd. When they knocked on the door it opened to the sight of two people kissing. One was a long haired brunette and one was a purple haired guy.

"Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry. Floyd told us to come back here.", exclaimed Y/n. The brunette and purple haired person jumped apart from each other. They looked Y/n and Grim unhappily

"Tell no one.", says the brunette threateningly. "I'm going to have to have a talk with Floyd. He knew not to send anyone back here right now while I'm with my boyfriend.", says the purplette while straightening their glasses.

The brunette rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Since when does Floyd listen to anyone but himself.", says the brunette. The purple haired person ignores the brunette. "I'm Azul Ashengrotto. How can I help you?", says the purplette.

"I'm Y/n and this is grim. We heard that you might be looking for wait staff.", says Y/n. "Oh, yes. I am. Sit down I've heard of you from Crowley. Your the magicless non-binary student from a different world. I was wondering when you would stop by. I new Crowley was giving you very little. He thought the allowance I suggested he give you that was equivalent of 1/3 minimum wage was to much. I don't see how he thought that you cloth and feed you both. Anyway you'll both make minimum wage here plus tips.", says Azul.

Grim and Y/n almost feel to the ground and kissed his feet. "Oh, great seven. Crowley thought 1/3 minimum wage was to much . How much did he give them?", says the brunette.

"Around 30 Thaumark a week, that's about a tenth of minimum wage here for a part time job. Jamil, I honestly don't trust the man considering he makes over 100,000 Thaumark a year.", says Azul. Learning this further makes Y/n and Grim miserable and Jamil angry.

"Is he right? How did you two survive on that? It's been two months since you got here. That's only around 240 Thaumark he's give you. I spend then that more then that on food alone in just a month.", said Jamil.

Y/n starts crying. "People having giving us food and clothes because they feel bad. Ramshackle is literally falling apart.", says Grim. Jamil and Azul look at each other. "You can both start today. Tips are every day but you'll get a paycheck too each week.", says Azul.

Jack & Epel: "I'm not a girl!", Y/n heard someone else scream. Usually when things like that were being screamed they were the one screaming it. It was unfortunately the reality of being a non-binary fem bodied person in an all boys boarding school.

This person sounded even angrier about then Y/n usually got though. It piqued their curiosity. So they went towards the screaming. They saw a small purple haired guy being harassed by several larger guys when they got there.

The purple haired guy was pretty but obviously a guy at the same time and looked on the verge of breaking someones nose. Behind him was the only person there not heckling him, a white haired and tanned savanaclaw student with wolf ears and tail. He too looked upset by what the others were saying.

"My boyfriend is a guy not a girl. He has a penis. He was born with a penis and he identifies as a male. So he is a male.", says the wolf eared guy.

"Stop trying to fool us. We know a girl when we see one. We just wanna...", starts one of the males heckling the purple haired guy. "Shut the fuck up.", yellthe purplette.

"I'm a guy. I've always been a guy and always will be. Even if I was trans, which I am not, I would still be a guy and you would still be in the wrong.", he hisses out.

The hecklers did not stop and kept making passes at the guy calling him a girl. Y/n was getting angry at them themself. "Shut up. No one here is a girl. Not even me and I have a uterus. Now fuck off.", they yell when one tries to grab the purple haired guy.

Everyone turns to look at Y/n who then throws a rock at the bullies startling them. Purple haired guy and wolf guy smirk and start throwing rocks too. The bullies run off.

Wolf guy and purple haired guy walk over to Y/n, smiling. "You must be the non-binary magicless student everyone talks about. Your quite popular. I'm Jack Howl and this is my boyfriend, Epel Felmier.", says the wolf guy. Y/n smiles happily at them. The three chat for a bit before parting ways.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 9 - Poisonous Grip

Some kind of commotion was the reason Katrina woke up from her slumber as she, still in her night gown, leisurely made her way towards the open chamber that held many panicked individuals. Stepping inside, she noticed the reason for the mass-hysteria.

Sebastian Michaelis, the much esteemed butler of the Phantomhive manor, was lying on the ground, eyes wide open in terror and agony, as his snow-white shirt held huge blotches of crimson from his double stab wounds he had to suffer the previous night. As people were crying and discussing what was going on, Katrina had to raise her hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle, knowing very well the situation given, and how ridiculous it was. Unfortunately, she usually had a hard time remaining somber during tragic situations.

Life was, after all, a huge farce.

Soon, Ciel, followed by Arthur were guided by Tanaka inside the room, and this boy was a much better actor than she was, Kat reckoned, as he put quite the show on display, reprimanding the dead butler, kicking him, shrieking in despair, even shaking him and slapping him awake. Oh, how tragic, woe is me. But he never laughed, and even incurred sympathy from all those present... Little puppy knows how to play, even caressing the face of the creature that was fated to take away the very essence of his soul. Katrina could never, especially knowing that it was her, who did half of this magnificent job. In fact, she was quite proud of the commotion she caused; Alas, no rights for the author were given.

Ciel pretended unable to depart from his butler, as Charles mentioned the body had to be moved, so it wouldn't rot, while Lau pointed out how the Earl couldn't have committed the crime, as he was locked up in his room. How very interesting, isn't it, you, troublemakers~? This turn of events was rather fascinating.

Everyone let Arthur be the one to appreciate the murder, concluding Sebastian was struck twice, as the culprit couldn't kill him in the first try... Or maybe there's more than one killer~? Still, they took the corpse down to the basement, thus, everyone left Ciel with his servants alone, to discuss properly what has to be done further on.

"Little fox, little fox, though your fire is great, are you not cold in such a thin gown~?" Lau chimed, walking by the red haired girl's side, as he put his arm around her, pulling her in to his side.

"Not as cold now that you're here, Wukong." she smirked up at him, seeing as he was surprised she'd know of the Trickster God-Hero, Sun Wukong.

"Tian na, Hu Xian, you never stop surprising me. Now then, breakfast shall be served soon. Ran Mao, won't you be a dear and help Miss Fox Fairy dress? Perhaps, in one of our own dresses? She seems to quite favour the thin-layered outfits." Lau gently pushed his sister out his arms, so she'd drag the red head to change.

"...Sorry? Did I hear that well? You just so happened to have a random, traditional outfit in your possession, purely out of coincidence?" Kat raised her eyebrow quizzically, smirking at the Chinese man who merely shrugged innocently.

"You never know when a Fox Lady stumbles around your vicinity and requires the prettiest outfit!" he clapped his hands together, smirking back and slightly opening his eyes to look straight into her green eyes.

"Well, well, what a lucky Fox Lady I am, then." she mused, allowing herself to be dragged to their shared chamber, where the brunette girl started fiddling around with one gorgeous and very imposing pink and green dress made out of the purest cloud brocade silk, embroidered with what seemed to be the finest gold thread in the pattern of pink peonies and magnolias. Katrina let out an astonished gasp. "I see Lau wasn't joking, this is absolutely beautiful..." staring in awe at the dress Ran Mao was holding up, she couldn't help but feel enchanted, almost as if drawn by the outfit.

"You will look great." the Chinese girl said, as she dressed the Brit, who couldn't help but enjoy the process, and also feel very excited, as she watched herself in the mirror during each step of the dressing-up. Not only that, she also had her hair done, and even her make up - Soft, but with light red around her eyes. How incredibly beautiful, and so very different, not only from everything there is in England, but even from Ran Mao - Although, she could see how the decorative embroideries were very similarly done. The differences in dynasties were evident, even to someone unknowledgeable like herself.

"This... Ran Mao, this is beautiful...! I... I can't believe this is me...!" she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror, blushing lightly as she analysed every inch of her new self.

"Yes, very beautiful." Ran Mao nodded vigorously, as she straightened the red head's back, to stand properly, and guided her arms in the proper position, so she'd look the part. "Better. Let's go eat."

"Oh, I'm a bit embarrassed... I feel like I'm overdressed, somehow, even though the Western dresses are far more pompous and... Very ridiculous too, might I add." Kat mumbled, looking away with a bashful expression, only to feel her face being cupped by the girl who got dangerously close to her face.

"You're beautiful. Lau will love this. Be confident. Let's go." and thus, Ran Mao, with her monotone voice, yet powerful words, quite literally dragged her out of the room, and down to serve breakfast.

Although she felt incredibly out of place, dressed this way, and with bright and feminine colours that would put Lizzie to shame, she genuinely loved it, the smooth feeling of the silk on her skin, and how flowy the outfit was, hugging her silhouette so gently; and she smiled like a gleeful child, all the way down to the dining area, where Ran Mao dragged her by the wrist, so the two girls could sit on either side of the Chinese Man who, upon seeing his two girls returning, stood up with the biggest smile on his face.

"Duōme měilì de húlí xiǎojiě!" he couldn't help but bow at her, the same smirk on his face, as he gracefully picked her hand and kissed it, making her smile and look away, just the tiniest bit.

"This time, I'm sure you called me beautiful." she said, completely uncaring of all those eyes staring judgingly at her, as she was too busy with her Fox Man.

"And rightfully so! Ran Mao truly had the greatest idea, bringing this outfit with us. She knew you'd come here as well, and really wanted to play dress up with you. What a success!" he exclaimed happily, as his sister nodded in agreement. "As gracious as the Goddess of the Luo River, and as lovely as a peony."

"Well, what can I say... I think I could very easily get used to this." at once, Charles, who was sat next to her, threw her an amused look.

"Yes, of course you'd say that, you precious little thing. After all, who wouldn't like the pampering that Miss Fox receives? If I'd known a pretty dress was all it took to get your attention, I'd have done so long ago." he chuckled like the viper he was.

"You are most kind, Charles, though you think me so shallow -  However, I must remind you that I am, in fact, engaged, as you are very well aware of. I am simply being as courteously gracious as ever, as one of the hosts of this rather... Turmoiled event." Katrina easily countered him, not without throwing him a shady look from the corner of her eyes. He must have been rather annoyed seeing her so happy, that he had to go out of his way to jab at her like that. 

"Then, should your fiance have been invited, would you have batted those pretty lashes for him?" as irksome as ever, that little ferret, and always, in public.

"Lucky for me, Edgar is quite possibly not only the most beautiful young chevalier that I've had the pleasure of seeing, but also, a darling gentleman, very gallant and thoughtful. I have to say, Charles, the more I think of ways to describe him, the more I realise how you are the exact opposite." with a venomous smile, the white haired man was left only with an amused smirk, enticed at the provoking. 

"Now, now, let's settle down, everyone, there is no need for arguments on such a fine morning! Breakfast has already been served - And look, the young earl has arrived also! It would be bad manners for the guests to behave unruly, am I wrong?" Lau, too, seemed to be just as wicked in his speech. "After all, Mr. Butler, the saying goes as follows - Among men, the warrior, and among flowers, Huxian." the Chinese man said, tugging on the lady's sleeve as he sat down, watching the confused expression from the corner of his eye.

True enough, Sebastian thankfully made the day's preparations in advance - The other servants would be lost without him, bless their souls. Still, whilst Grey wanted to start digging in, the other guests noticed the absence of Mr. Phelps, and all together, they rushed to his chambers to find out his whereabouts. Unfortunately for the timid, soft-spoken man, he was found dead in Ciel's own bedroom - Allegedly, he was much too afraid to sleep in his own assigned dormitory, as it was placed next to the deceased Lord Siemens, so Ciel agreed to offer his own room for comfort. Just as before, the door was firmly locked, and it took an angry, famished Charles to slice the wooden doors and allow safe entrance for the others, only to discover the poor man, laying down on the ground, mouth agape and eyes wide open in sheer suffering.

Quite the interesting turn of events, Katrina thought, analysing everyone's surprised visages. He wasn't supposed to die, so who in the world did it, and why? Were they trying to get to Ciel? They saw the young boy wasn't there, so they had to get rid of the witness? How suspicious.  The man had two prick-like marks on his neck, that looked similar to needles, or... Fangs? Arthur declared that the man might have been poisoned. Still, if someone were to poison the man with a needle, why prick him twice? Also, though needles were big, she wasn't sure they'd leave such a large mark... So what could there be? 

Once the doctor mentioned it looking like a bite-mark, Irene noted the story sounded eerily similar to that of the vampire lady, Carmilla. That theory wasn't exactly welcomed, but it made Katrina wonder - Bite marks, vampire fangs - What animals could be sneaky enough to get inside a room and bite someone, poison them to death, and flee so perfectly? A flash of the hybrid snake-like man from the circus came before her eyes, and she was convinced, somehow, a poisonous snake made its way into Ciel's room and tried to assassinate him. Surely, there weren't that many venomous snakes around London, most of them being rather harmless, so it had to be a direct attack on his life, correct?

With the look of the broken clock having fallen from the nightstand, they concluded it fell from the commotion the victim made as he was trashing around until his death - The time depicted was the time of death, 2:38 AM. Having three deaths already in a single night, the group were shown to the drawing room so they could discuss theories of what happened. 

Lord Siemens' death was the first one, that wasn't much of a doubt, and it occurred at around 1:10 AM. Second was Mr. Phelps, at 2:38 AM. That leaves Sebastian the last to die, as the servants all say him that night, at almost 3 in the morning. Still, Mey-Rin mentioned the butler asking her to release an Owl carrying some kind of letter, though she knew nothing of its contents, nor to whom it was addressed. How very peculiar. Arthur concluded it might have been sent to the police - What an innocent thought, Kat smiled.

Thus, the doctor created an alibi list where everyone was listed - Ciel was the only one without an alibi for Siemens' murder, yet everything else was clean; On the other spectrum, whilst everyone was safe for that murder, Sebastian's was fair game for all. There was a single person with a pristine alibi, and that was the one who made the list to begin with. The demon, however dead, was not exempt from scrutiny, as he was the only one capable of killing Mr. Phelps, considering he was the only one with the key to Ciel's room. Oh, what a hilarious turn of events. The fact that no single person could kill all victims - The notion that there was more than one killer - It was so funny, Kat wanted to keel over and die of laughter.

Woodley became so afflicted with anger, he wanted to leave - Leave where, exactly? What a fool. "I'm acting irresponsibly?! This all started with you two!" the man pointed an accusatory finger between Ciel, who was calmly drinking his tea, and Katrina, who was leaning on the window, looking out. "I know about you!"

"Us?" the boy asked. Katrina turned her head to look at the agitated man, stepping in front of him with defiance.

"Go on. What, pray tell, is it that you know about us, Mr. Woodley?" she crossed her arms to her chest, challenging him.

"You planned everything to kill us off, didn't you? The Queen's Dog! The Queen's Fox! The murderer and the spy!" hearing such hilarious accusations, Katrina couldn't help but laugh in his face.

"Oh, forgive me! I shouldn't be laughing, it's most impolite of me - I simply cannot bare - You face is so hilarious!" the girl clutched her heart. "To think that a man as insignificant as you would think himself important and worthy enough to be in the radar of the Queen herself!" the lady took a breath to calm her amusement down. "You are worth less than scum, Mr. Woodley. You should be thankful that Earl Ciel Phantomhive and Duchess Katrina Raymond invited you to such an esteemed party. Instead, you go around, complaining about a little setback, like the ridiculous little thing that you are. How very pitiful of you."

The more she taunted him, the more wrathful Mr. Woodley became. He rose one of those large fists with had all fingers adorned with diamond rings, ready to strike the girl. "DON'T YOU DARE HUMILIATE ME!" though the girl remained unmoving, the idiot was sent flying in the opposite direction rather comically. Lau was by her side, raising up to his feet, as he fixed the hem of her beautiful long dress, and tied up the laces of her boots. 

"Pretty Fox Fairy, don't you know it's dangerous to walk around with unlaced shoes? What if you trip and fall? We can't have anything happening to our precious Magnolia beauty, can we?" the Chinese man smiled like the snake that he is, picking her hand in his own and guiding her to the couch next to Ran Mao.

"I suppose I'll be expecting a dragon to come rescue me." the man hummed in amusement at her metaphor - To think that Lau could move so fast and perform such a flawless martial arts technique to redirect the atrocious man away from her - Very intriguing indeed.

"Mr. Woodley. I trust you'll follow my instructions from now on." Ciel looked down harshly at the man on the ground.

Ciel redirected the conversation once again to the murder spree, and suggested having the doctor as the one to lead the investigation, as he was the only one with a pristine alibi. The boy was smiling like a devilish imp - He, like all the others belonging to the underground, was dearly enjoying this game of death.

Arthur suggested looking for the key only Sebastian had, and thus, Katrina followed him and Charles to the cellars, guided by Bard and Finny. "With how eerie this place is, I wouldn't be surprised to see a ghost." the doctor joked, only for the lady to feel something strongly coiling around her arm. Charles Grey started whining as he wrapped himself around her.

"D-Don't say that! There's no such thing as ghosts - I only believe in stuff you can kill with a sword." the young man scoffed pitifully.

"Is that so? If that is the case, why are you trembling like a leaf in the wind, you little white weasel?" Kat smirked at him tauntingly. At once, Charles let go of her with a short wail after being made fun of so shamelessly. "I simply thought you might be scared, so I went out of my way to--!" but Bard's voice, from the bottom of the stairs, indicated they were close. Although Charles still continued to cling desperately on the lady, they went by the corpses nonetheless.

Though not without a little interference from the poor, emotional Finny, they started investigating the butler's body as much as they could. The doctor unfortunately mentioned being difficult to remove his clothes because of the rigor mortis, which only made the girl internally pout - Still, they unbuttoned his shirt to search for the key, but they found nothing - Except for a very attractive, cold and naked body, and Katrina was rather happy at least with this outcome, though she hoped 'investigating' the wound was enough of a reason not to look like a freak for touching a dead body so sensually.

Allowing the doctor to button up the dead butler's shirt, they went up to his bedroom to check, only to... Find that, although he barely owned any personal object, the wardrobe was... Overfilling with cats. Katrina couldn't help herself, and she laughed so hard, especially watching poor Ciel sneeze copiously, as he was highly allergic to felines. Without the key though, there was little they could do. Even though Arthur suggested having everyone's belongings checked, they found nothing. Lau noted the culprit might have tossed the key outside, making the servants rush out into the pouring rain. It was really rather hilarious, but also very adorable, how devoted and emotional those three were - All of them, so precious and wholesome. Ciel was truly lucky to have such loyal servants to care for him.

With everyone back in the drawing room, the atmosphere felt tense, a graveyard silence taking over them, only to be broken by Grimsby who wanted to return to his room, as he had a deadline for his script. Some exposed their concerns for one member of the group walking all alone in the midst of danger, while others exposed the possibility of a third party somehow hiding in the manor.

"What if there's a fourteenth person, who should make the impossible possible?" Lau the snake slithered.

"Ridiculous! Someone like that could never exist!" Woodley scoffed at the idea.

"Never? To this world, it's the idea of 'never' that can never be." the Chinese man so philosophically spoke. "If someone who could overturn the impossible is hiding in this estate, waiting patiently to pick us off, they may already be at out door."

"I'm telling you, there's no way such an outlandish person could--" as if on cue, the door was kicked open, revealing Bard and Finny claiming to have captured a most suspicious individual. The trio pushed forth a man, tied up with rope. Whilst everyone's attention was captured by the man, Katrina stole a glance at the young Earl, not even hiding her knowing smirk. "Wha-?! He really does exist?! Where the hell was he--" Charles gasped out in revolt, watching the man soaked from rain water.

Lau smirked, taking a long drag from his pipe before getting to his feet. "To think our fourteenth man would appear of his own accord... I'm a little shocked myself." he walked shamelessly to the captured man, placing his hand on his shoulder. "So, who are you?" as anti-climatic as always.

"My name?" of course, not even 'Sebastian' was his real name, but one forged and given to him by his master. There was no way even in this form, he would be coming up with an identity for himself.

"It's been a long time, Jeremy." Ciel quickly came up with a name.

"Earl, do you know this old guy?" the slithery man asked.

"Old guy?" the new man threw a shady look to the Chinese man - It only made Kat try so hard to stifle her chuckle.

"This man is the reverend Jeremy Rathborne." once again, hearing Ciel give a demon the identity of a priest, made the lady take in a sharp inhale to control herself. "He's a popular adviser for the local church, and something of a celebrity." she doubted things could get any funnier.

"Well then, everyone, please call me Jeremy." yes, they could get funnier.

Being the most suspicious of the bunch, Woodley started accusing the priest of being the killer, only for him to prove his titanium-solid alibi, revealing the poor, captured owl and making the Earl read the contents of the letter. Kat quickly went by his side only to see the slip of paper was completely blank. Irked, yet still playing a brilliant part in this game, Ciel scrunched the paper up in his fist. "Sebastian foresaw his murder, so he sent this letter to Jeremy." he was quick to come up with ideas. From the pocket of his coat, Finny retriever a theater ticket for Lyceum Theater for the Lady of the Lake, and Irene could verify that alibi. When it came to explaining how he arrived by carriage, as Bard mentioned there was no way one would be able to resist the drive to the manor, the priest became elusive, gaslighting and beginning to read to filth some of the members of the group, including the author.

With Jeremy now leading the investigation, he suggested to divide the bodies into three different room to be investigated again; Though funny enough, with how soaked his outfit is, Ciel suggested to have the dead butler's clothes for a fit of change. Absolutely hilarious. "I'd like you to show me the bodies in the order that they were killed." the reverend declared confidently. Of course, Charles Grey wanted to join also, what a menace - So, Kat also, had to be there! Two can play the annoying game, Queen's Butler.

Jeremy examined Siemens' body, noting the only eternal trauma is the wound on his chest, a single stab with a sharp-edged blade. He also pointed out he was a violent drinker, based on the scratches around the winding keyhole of his very expensive pocket watch, and the strong scent of alcohol. Out of nowhere, he mentioned feeling the faint smell of the sea, and he stuffed his handkerchief inside the deceased's mouth, only to move on to the next body without any explanation. "Mr. Revered, you are more a hunting dog than a man of faith." the red head chuckled playfully, coyly hiding her smirk behind a fan.

"My Lady, your compliment is much appreciated." he nodded his head at her, which only amused her further.

For Phelps, the doctor explained his theory of an injected poison based on the way the double punctured wound looked, to which the priest said he wanted to see the room he died in. Whilst the young ones were walking up the stairs, they noticed Jeremy wasn't following - He was having a hard time climbing the stairs, and sweating. It took a lot out of the lady not to laugh at Sebastian's ridiculous and ironic facade. Upon seeing the room of the deceased, Jeremy came up with a rather conspicuous and secretive plan, to which he needed the Earl's cooperation. The plan of catching Phelps' multiple killer was going to unfold that night.

For Sebastian's body however, Ciel had to do quite the hilarious scene, pretending to be so deeply affected by his butlers gruesome death whilst Jeremy finished examining the body. Of course, just a little after they left, Troublesome Charles had to go out of his way and rush and check Sebastian's body again, clearing up his suspicions. That stupid little white ferret will never find out the truth with his simple-minded approach.

As Jeremy was helping out the kitchens with finding what to cook, Kat kept on the couch next to Lau, with Ran Mao on his other side. "Tell me something, Lau." Kat said, leaning back on his arm. "Anything you want."

"How vague, little flower!" he mused, taking a drag of his pipe. "But I think I know a story that might interest you." he let out a puff up towards the sky. "Are the British acquainted with the story of Mulan?"

"I don't quite think anyone is knowledgeable in Eastern stories in general." she looked at him with interest, jade-like eyes glimmering.

"There was a woman, long ago, and her name was Mu Lan Hua." Lau began, one of his hands reaching for Katrina's shoulder, his fingertips softly tracing the flowers embroidered into her silk.

"Magnolia Flower, was her name, and she dressed in the prettiest pink of those times. A young lady, pure and noble, as her name suggests." he hummed, before his hand gently lifted her chin up. "And just as beautiful." his smile grew faintly, before taking his hand away from her skin. "When the huns attacked, her father was called to war - But he was old, sickly and crippled, and had no sons old enough to take his place. Seeing her father struggling to move, even with a cane, and with hair more grey than black as ink, she disguised herself as a man for twelve whole years, and took his place."

"Really? Is there truly such a story? Is it real?" Kat's interest was piqued, just as anticipated.

Lau grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "Shéi zhīdào ne?" indeed, who could know the validity behind folk stories. "It's not unheard of anyway. We had a woman Emperor, and a woman Legendary Xiaolin Martial Artist, an astronomical genius, pirates, and even a young lady of barely 13 years old who was a tactician like no other and managed to destroy a siege led on her castle. Who's to say the story of Mulan isn't also true?"

"So, what happened to Mulan after the war?" Kat asked, watching the pensive look on Lau's face.

"Depends on who you ask, you see. That is the beauty of folk stories and songs, I suppose. This story was originally a ballad, after all, and it ended with Mulan going home to her parents and siblings and returning to her normal life as a woman. Her old brothers in arms went to visit her and were shocked that not even once, in twelve years, did they even think that Mulan could be a woman." he chuckled lowly. "Most people tell the gender of a rabbit by its movement,/ The male runs quickly, while the female often keeps her eyes shut./ But when the two rabbits run side by side,/ Can you really discern whether I am a he or a she?"

"That's so wise of her to say!" the girl was mesmerised by the story. "I really like Mulan! I wish I could be as great as she was!"

"Hao!" Lau chuckled light-heartedly. "Most stories have a tragic and depressing ending, you see. I was never a fan of that, so I picked up only the more merrier stories." he looked at Katrina from the corners of his dark eyes. "After all, others claim Mulan had to end her own life, to avoid being forced to join the Emperor's harem... Or... That once returned home, her father was already long dead."

Kat's smile fell, and she remained silent for a while, before scoffing. "There is beauty in tragedy, but no tragedy in beauty - Likewise, there is joy in sorrow, though no sorrow in joy." she spoke dryly. "I hate sad stories. Isn't real life tragic enough as it is? Why must we suffer over things that are supposed to make us happy? I know that art of all kinds is supposed to stir emotions into us - But that's a fine line that leads to the downward spiral of masochism." such a bitter comment only made the Chinese man laugh copiously - Surely, such a comment would have made the roof of

Undertaker's parlor jump from his laughter.

"That is because you are beautiful, little fox." this comment made Kat look at him with deep confusion.

"Being born beautiful guarantees a sorrowful life, you mean? Is that your theory? If so, you would be wallowing and wailing with no rest." she countered him with a coquettish side smile.

"A beauty that made the fish forget how to swim. A beauty that made the birds fall from the sky, too mesmerised by her beauty to remember how to fly. A beauty more beautiful than the radiant moon. A beauty that put all flowers to shame." the man hummed, playing idly with the pipe. "The Four Beauties of China. All of them, perishing tragically at a young age, to the hands of selfish men who yearned for their affections." he continued. "One drown, another strangled, one forced upon and executed, and one taken as a child, neglected, forgotten, and sent off to the nomads, far away from home."

"Are you trying to imply that I, too, am going to die soon and rather tragically?" she spoke in a soft voice - If only he knew the death described to her in that damned book of Reapers.

"Wǒ zhīdào shénme?" he chuckled obliviously, patting her head as if they hadn't just had a creepy and deep conversation just a few seconds prior. "We aren't in times of war anymore!" he exclaimed once again, taking another drag of opium. "Mou mantai, Huxian. After all, you've got enough people treasuring your safety."

"You included, then?" Kat forced the note with a sultry smile, settling closer to his side. She didn't receive a verbal answer, though the way that enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of his smile spoke enough.

With the hours passing, it was already time for dinner, and surprisingly, they ate plenty... Especially Charles and his over thirty finished plates. What a gluttony monster. "Well then, now that we're all full, why don't you finally let us in on the truth of these incident?" Lau asked the revered, playing idly with his napkin.

"Let's not be hasty now. There are still some things I want to prepare before that." Jeremy politely wiped his mouth. "Will you lend me your assistance, Earl?" Ciel agreed. "Take off your clothes." Ciel's food fell from his fork from the shock, and his loud scream of disdain must have been even heard by the Queen herself.

Though the plan remained vague, Ran Mao dressed in Ciel's coat and pretended to sleep in his bed to attracted the killer while the others pertaining in this game were hiding in the darkness. At Jeremy's command, the lady kicked off the blanket and Charles rushed to kill the culprit - Only for the reverend to parry his sword with an ash shovel. With the killer snake caught and knotted well, Jeremy showed the animal to all the others to see, explaining the situation - The Black Mamba's venom could kill someone in the course of an hour or less. No doubt, this snake was smuggled from Africa - And the only person capable of doing that was clearly Mr. Woodley, who did business in Africa.

"N-No, it wasn't me! Trading is Kunlun's thing, isn't it?!" Woodley tried to incriminate the Chinese man.

"Aww, too bad! We don't do business with any African companies." Lau smiled simply. 

"Well, it really is a bit much to be deciding the killed based on the snake being from Africa alone." Charles pointed out.

"Th-That's right! And what about when Siemens was killed? I have an alibi!" Woodley cried out in despair.

"What if that alibi might not be worth all that much?" Jeremy smirked knowingly. "What if the corpse the butler and the others found wasn't a corpse?"

"Are you saying he wasn't dead when we found him, but was killed definitely later on?" Kat asked, pondering. "Did he take some kind of medicine to reduce his vital signs so much that we couldn't pick up even on his pulse?"

"Correct! A potion similar to that which Juliet drank in Romeo and Juliet - To induce one in a state of apparent death, but come back to life later on." Jeremy exclaimed. 

"Wait - Are you talking about Tetrodotoxin?" Kat gasped, remembering the latest discovery taught in the seminary at Weston.

"Isn't that the poison from puffer fish and octopi?" the doctor looked between the woman and the revered.

"Exactly so!" Jeremy brought his hands together. "Do you recall me mentioning feeling the scent of the sea? Perhaps that was the scent of a poison made using puffer fish - Though I wonder, why would the scent of poison come from someone supposedly stabbed?"

"So it was a set up?" Ciel, garbed only in Sebastian's large coat which engulfed him wholly, concluded.

"Yes, indeed, he himself drank the poison, got rid of the bottle and pretended to be dead - Thus, it wouldn't matter what room he was put in. He must have figured no person with specific medical knowledge would examine the wound too closely, so he could get away with it. Temporarily, at least." Jeremy continued. "But when I examined him, he was stabbed."

"So what was meant to be a fake, turned out to be a real murder? Doesn't it seem like a trap for the Earl?" Lau spoke out.

Jeremy and Sebastian continued speculating about Lord Siemens possibly having an acquaintance that he wanted to scare with this fake death, and that anyone could have killed him - Siemens was, after all, quite an awful man. And the bottle could have easily been tossed in the fire - There was a ridiculous amount of wood in the fire, after all - But Sebastian was there, and before Siemens or his accomplice could retrieve the bottle from the ashes, the butler found out the truth, thus, he had to be eliminated. 

They went to look for glass shards in the hearth, and true enough, with Grimsby looking into the ashes, he found multiple small shards of glass, which Jeremy masterfully put back like a puzzle without a picture, showing off the ampule as it originally was. "To want to trap a child... Why on Earth would you do that...?" the doctor's voice was filled with disappointment. "Humans are greedy creatures, dear doctor. You are speaking to the man showing off his wealth. He wanted diamonds and riches, of course." Katrina huffed arrogantly as Ciel explained the top secret plan related to the Jewellery industry and how Woodley could benefit only from Mr. Rose's and Ciel's death and their own project failing.

"That's why you thought you'd kill me now, right? It was a careless thought anyway." Ciel glared at the businessman.

"I didn't do it! Please, believe me! I'm being set up here by these kid and that wench! The Queen's...--"

"Shut up." like an angel of death, Charles was right behind Woodley, his sword at his throat. "I don't need your explanations. I'll listen to your stories in jail. If you don't want to be killed, I suggest you be quiet, I'm in a really bad mood right now." Grey threatened the man with a hiss. 

"Earl Grey, I have quite a fitting item here. How about we use it?" with a smirk, Ciel threw him the chains to bind the criminal, leading them away.

With the crimes concluded, Jeremy suggested using the potion Mey-Rin found in Irene's room, a potion of beauty and youth, which can also restore fatigue, which he toasted to everyone. "To celebrate solving the crime - A toast!" they all rose their glasses.

And thus, with morning taking over, the skies cleared as though the events of the previous night hadn't happened at all, and everyone could return back home. With Ciel and Jeremy bidding everyone farewell, Katrina looked back, a little conflicted. She looked back at the one taking the identity of a hellish reverend. She looked into his eyes, seeing how his own bore deep into her soul. He wasn't pleased with her getting so close to the Chinese man.  Should she stay for another night? Should she return to the Undertaker? Or, perhaps, should she spend some time learning some more about Lau's culture?  It was a though choice to make, but that choice became evident immediately, as Ran Mao tugged gently on her sleeve, urging her to come with them back home, and Lau's encouraging, leisurely smile inciting her. Katrina's confusion and worry was washed away, and she let the woman cling onto her arm and drag her to the carriage, away from the Mansion of Earl Phantomhive, and his Hellish butler.

Through the ride, Katrina grinned like a happy little fox being spoiled by the Fox Man, telling him what truly happened during this mess of a banquet, who the real killer was, and how it wasn't Woodley, but Grey who killed Sebastian - And Kat also, who would pierce him a second time, oh so ruthlessly. How Siemens was alive, and Grey killed him in the basement. All the preparations that Sebastian made to give place to the perfect entrance to Jeremy who, mind you, was just the butler in disguise, just as Lau also suspected. He got such a good laugh out of all this story! Truly, the Young Earl and his butler were fantastic entertainers!

Even I feel quite some pain when being stabbed, Sebastian admitted with such a pitiful face when Katrina ruthlessly stabbed him - That was such a lovely sight that night, it almost turned her on big time. Not only that, but Ciel also mercilessly hit him with no remorse. But now, with his freedom given, Sebastian could do everything he needed to resolve this mess - And shamelessly pet some cute kitties, of course. Still, he almost felt humiliated by having to show some humans, and especially that nasty vixen, a most unsightly appearance. And that play was rather lovely also, though he couldn't watch more than two whole minutes of it, due to his packed schedule. And there also was nothing written in the letter attached to the owl's leg! How devilish! 

So was the Queen's wish, after all. To get rid of Siemens and Woodley, and for good reason. Of course, Katrina was there to help Undertaker gather the information on Woodley and the murders he committed. To think that Sebastian would be in such a mood that he'd show off his true form to a human that wasn't his little vixen, but the doctor, and playing around with him like a cat would with his prey, only to let him go - My, my, he needed some catching up to do. Having that little lady so close, yet so far, and being so evidently teased like that - What a naughty little vixen. 

He must prepare for a most grandiose and fitting welcome for when Lady Katrina returns into his vicious grasp of sin.

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ermmm uhhh here's this unfinished south park college au thing

Craig Tucker bolted down the hallways of his college, stumbling a little after he had made a sharp turn. He glanced and his watch. 5...4... Craig felt his breath catch in his throat as the door to his classroom slammed shut. "Tucker, if you're late again, you can't come back to my class for the rest of the week."He ripped open the door and jumped into his seat. Craig cursed under his breath as he felt the stray threads on his jeans catch on the bolts of the chair. He was relieved though. The bell sang it's shrill, repetitive song and the class went quiet. A nice looking woman walked to the front of the class, dusting off her jacket. "How is everyone today?"Her eyes wandered around the room until they landed on Craig, causing her eyes to widen into huge moons. "Well, well, well, Tucker. It's nice to see you're already here." The class snickered. Craig cleared his throat. "Yep. Nice to see you so early in the morning as well." He rolled his eyes. Could this woman ever shut the hell up? "Don't think I didn't see that. I'll let it slide though. You're lucky I'm as nice as I am." Craig bit his tongue to keep him from saying anything shitty. Craig always had something to say, and he always, just always, had to have the last word. But he couldn't afford it this time. So he sat in the dingy little chair, his posture slumped, and listened to the woman's lecture.Clyde slung his bag over his shoulder and slowly stalked to the cafeteria. For college food, it was good. But everyone knows he'll eat anything; he's the backup fat kid. Clyde's mouth grew sour thinking about it. It was astonishing to him how people still called him fat, despite all the weight he's lost from hockey. He sighed heavily and pushed open the doors to the cafeteria. It was a big room; maybe the size of a typical middle school gym. A myriad of marble tables sat on the right of the glistening floors, while on the right half the semi-mini restaurant signs glowed. The floursecents were blinding, but you got used to it after a while. He walked up to the Popeyes booth at ordered a chicken sandwich with some steak fries. He leaned against the plexi glass, waiting. He looked around. There were about fifty other kids in here, which wasn't a lot if you thought about it. South Park College was huge; it had at least five thousand people attending. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the voices calling his name. Clyde jumped as he felt a hand punch his shoulder playfully. A short, plump brunette stood before him. "Hey Clyde," Cartman greeted. Cartman was an asshole. The asshole of assholes. But he wasn't too mean to Clyde. He had brown contacts in, though he only needed them for one eye. Cartman had heterochromia. His left eye was blue while the other was a light shade of brown. He had pudgy hands and freckles all over his arms, which didn't appear in the cold weather. "Hey, Cartman. What's up?" "Nothing. Same old same old. Been in class with the fag." Stan, Clyde thought.The rest of the hockey team walked up behind him. Stan was looking his usual; day-dreamy and depressed. Clyde always wondered why he always looked so down. His girlfriend was the prettiest girl in the whole college, even prettier than Millie Larson. Maybe they could be friends. He gave a small nod to Stan and shifted his gaze to Gregory. The blonde was probably the best looking guy in all of South Park County. His confidence and bravery was to die for. Finally, Craig walked up and fist bumped him. "What's up Craig?" "Not much. Just finished Mrs. Montgomery's class. Shit was boring as hell." "Type shit."

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Oh prompts!!!

Maybe El and Max talking about how they had a crush on Nancy at some point (inspired by that gifset of El and Max doing everything Nancy says and calling her pretty) and Robin, who just got in a relationship with her, is trying really hard not to laugh

"He had..." - Max lifts both eyebrows, waves a hand around her chest - "...hair".

Both El and Robin flinch, but Robin almost can't stop the burst of ridiculous giggles. Max throws her single, healed hand up in defeat.

El has a permanent stiff look on her face. She rubs a slow hand over her growing hair, short brunette locks able to be brushed and styled now.

"You consider that... pretty?" she asks her best friend and looks up at Robin too. Robin doesn't dare comment on Steve's chest hair and what she, herself, considers pretty.

"Not pretty, just..." - Max groans - "...hot".

Robin bites her tongue when El groans in distress and - "I don't know".

"Well -"

El doesn't let Max defend herself. "Do you think Steve is hot like you think Nancy is hot, or is it a different thing?"

Robin snaps her head up from the vivid yellow she paints Eleven's nails with. "Excuse me?"

"I..." - Max groans at the delighted grin on Robin's face - "...no. No. Shut up".

"Come on, Max", Robin laughs.

"I am not entertaining you, Buckley".

"Is it her face, isn't it?"

El smirks, "Max likes Nancy's badassery".

"Is that how she said it?"

"Fuck you both".

They pull close at the same time, whispering. "Something about the guns and the way she says things".

"I can hear you".

"'Says things'", Robin can barely keep it together.

El shrugs, brown eyes glimmering with mischief. Max groans a very long sound of defeat.

"Okay,Miss-Nancy-Wheeler-is-the-prettiest-girl-I-have-ever-seen".

"Hey!"

"You've said that?!"

"Okay, maybe -"

"Surely and more than once".

"Oh my god!"

"Hey, no funny business, Buckley. I know Nancy is your best friend now, but no word of this to her, or I swear to god I'll do to you what Vecna didn't manage to finish doing to me".

"Okay then", Robin frowns but keeps laughing, only slightly horrified by the threat. "My mouth is sealed. Promise".

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Slowly, Nancy pulls her lips back from the side of Robin's neck. Trails the tip of her nose up the length, until she meets the edge of her jaw.

"What has you giggling all morning?" she whispers, her eyes still closed in the warmth.

Robin's chest rattles underneath Nancy right away. The song of her laugh is untamed and contagious enough to have Nancy grinning against the curve of her neck. She kisses the spot there, quietly sighing as Robin chuckles.

"Max and El were being funny today".

"Yeah?" Nancy smiles again, always blissful to hear about Max recovering with El every step of the way next to her. She stretches on top of her girlfriend, popping her head on a fist and looking down at Robin with gentle eyes. "What did they do?"

"I promised them my mouth is sealed".

"Oh", Nancy chuckles too, pressing tighter against Robin's body. Two hands grasp at her lower back and hips. "What if I knew a way of solving that?"

Unfortunately - fortunately - that makes Robin laugh again. Nancy grins, watching her giggle and smile bright.

"What?"

"Just... the way you say things, Wheeler".

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Hi, quirk!! Could you please write shindou x uraraka x reader + alone (weird ship I know but wanted to try something new!!)

“I just can’t leave you two alone for any length of time, can I?” Yo says, leaning on the back of the couch. 

Both you and Ochako startle under the blanket, and before you can blink you realize you’re starting to float. Ochako’s arms are wrapped around your middle, and you have just enough time to see that her face is extra pink before she buries her face against you. She’s laughing, but your heart is still doing double time when Yo snags your ankle, anchoring you from floating aimlessly about. 

“You do this on purpose,” Yo accuses you both, sneaking a glance under the blankets that are trying to slip off of you. You clutch at them around Ochako, trying to preserve some sense of modesty and narrow a glare his way. 

“Maybe if you were on time-” You start, only for Ochako to groan against your chest.

“No! No pouting. If you want in on anything, you better go grab a shower, Yo. I can smell the office on you from up here.” Ochako adjusts, tilting her head so she can peek at Yo, still wrapped in your arms and the blankets. 

Yo grimaces. “Say no more,” he sighs. “But if either of you skip to the good bits, I’m going to keep my quirk to myself.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Ochako challenges, and then squeaks when he lifts a pinky from your ankle. 

“Want me to give you both a spin, Sweet Cheeks?” Yo asks, smirking when Ochako glowers. “That’s what I thought.”

It’s your turn to laugh, both of them focusing on your smiling face. “How did I get saddled with the both of you?” You ask. Ochaka brushes a kiss against your chin.

“You’re ridiculously lucky,” Yo insists. “Now wait for me, I need to shower.”

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Young Survivors — Maribat

It’s almost four am here, I just finished writing this and am just tired enough to actually go through and post it. And this title is the only thing my tired brain could come up with. Anyway. I haven't posted something I wrote in years, but all the Maribat I’ve read recently made me want to write something for it.

I don’t know if I’m ever going to write a 2 part, but if I do it’s definitely going to be Timari and contain a couple of typical Maribat tropes. And a pinch of salt.

Also, disclaimer: I haven't watched Miraculous in years and most of my DC knowlege come from fanfic or tumblr so... sorry not sorry.

Now with a part 2!

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Mei Leyton’s oldest memories were of her mother, dolled up in pretty dresses and elegant makeup. In her daughter‘s eyes, Margaret Leyton was the most beautiful woman on earth.

For as long as she could remember, Mei would sit on the bed and watch as her mom would get ready to head to work. She had always loved those moments with her mom.

(How do I look, my little flower,” she said, twirling around Mei with a grin, making her laugh. It was Margaret’s favorite dress, a vintage halter blue dress with white accents and a white bow around the waist.

“Like a princess, mommy! The prettiest princess ever!”

“Oh no, no no no. You are the prettiest princess ever, my little flower.”)

She was four when her mother let her help for the first time, letting her pass along brushes and products. It’s then that she understood what were the purple marks on her mother that she covered with her makeup.

(“Life is not fair to us, my little flower,” she had said when Mei asked about it for the first time. “Being an orphan and pretty little girl in Gotham isn’t safe, and it doesn’t give much choice when it comes to survival.”

Mei didn’t understand then, but it didn’t matter anyway, life would make her understand soon enough.)

When Mei was seven, the GCPD found her mother’s body.

When she didn’t see her that morning, Mei hadn’t been worried; it wasn’t the first time. Mom would be home by noon, she always was. Until that day.

(The investigation wouldn’t get very far, it was just another prostitute of Camellia street, nobody cared about them. They were just there until they weren’t anymore.

Another girl would take her place in a couple of days. It was how those kinds of things worked in Gotham.)

That day was kind of blurry in her memory. She remembers being pulled out of class in the morning, and that the cop that told her about her mother’s death was very rude.

(“Your mom is dead, kid. A lad found her body in a dumpster this morning,” the guy had said as soon as she had sat down in the headmistress’ office. “Do you know who she worked for? Or on what side of the Camellia she stayed?” He had asked, halfheartedly.

Mei had shaken her head, even though she did; you don’t talk to cops in Gotham, mom always says said that it was the easiest way to get yourself killed, for people like them.

“Alright,” he had said, not surprised. “A social worker is going to pick you up in a bit to take you to your new home, kid.”

With that he had walked out of the office, not looking back. As if where she would end up was going to be home.)

She remembers that the social worker from CPS was a brunette with tan skin, and looked really overworked, but had a kind smile.

By the end of the day, she was taken to Elliot's Hall for Children, an overcrowded, understaffed orphanage with more kids than they could realistically care for.

(They don’t care for the children, they just put them there for a while and act as they do. Most children leave after a couple of days, and if they don’t, they get taken anyway.

Some come back with a police escort, some manage to survive in the streets, and nobody talks about the ones that are never seen again.

You don’t work there because you love children, and if you do, you don’t last for very long.)

Mei wasn’t stupid, her mother told her stories about those kinds of places. She came from those kinds of places, and Mei saw how the man in charge here had looked at her when the social worker dropped her off.

She wasn’t going to just stand here and wait for him to sell her back in Camellia street. Or worse, to the Candy Dealers.

Taking with her what she absolutely couldn’t leave behind, Mei made a choice her mother hadn’t been able to and took her chance with the streets.

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Mei was a Camellia kid and, as such, took to the streets easier than most newcomers. She had picked up a few tricks from her aunties and her mom, and it helped her to survive out here.

The only (glaring) differences were the absence of her mother, the lack of a permanent roof above her head, and the fact that she had to provide food and money herself now.

(One of her favorite places to pick up wallets was Gotham Academy, where Gotham’s rich send their children. The kids always had money on them, and it’s not like they would miss it.

Though she couldn’t go too many times in a row, not without risking being spotted and remembered.)

She had been on the streets for two months when she met Jason Todd; the boy who would become her family.

She heard him before she saw him, to be honest. It was an awful crashing noise coming from around the corner, and it made her look.

He was running like the devil was after him, and judging by how the cops running behind him were clutching their batons, she wasn’t that far from the truth.

The noises were because of a couple of trash cans the boy had spilled in their way to slow them down.

And he was coming her way.

Against her better judgment, she grabbed his arm when he passed in front of her, and pulled him behind her into her hideout. Quickly getting the plank of wood back in place, she put her hand on his mouth before he could say anything. With the dumpster in the alley, the entry was almost invisible from outside.

They stayed there as they heard the men pass in front of their hiding place, listening as they argued about where the boy could have disappeared before their voices faded completely.

They waited another couple of minutes before he removed the hand she still had on his mouth and crawled out of there.

“Thanks,” he muttered with a scowl. “I woulda’ve been just fine without help but… yeah, anyway.” Then he had started to walk in the direction he came from.

“Hey! Wait!” She said before she could think about it. “Are ya just gonna, like, go? Just like that?”

“Huh, yeah? What do ya want me to do?” He asked, looking back at her from above his shoulder without stopping his walk. “Stay to drink a cup of tea and talk about the weather?”

“Well.. no. But I just… I just wanna talk a bit, ya know?” She couldn’t really explain why she didn’t want him to leave yet, it’s not like he was the first street kid she had helped out. He just felt different, and somehow she knew he could become important to her.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed before turning his head back to look forward. “The streets are not some daycare for princesses who want to make friends, kid.”

“Kid— hey, dumbass, you’re, like, ten years old! You’re a kid too! And I’m not a princess, I can survive alone just fine!” Before she knew it, she was walking behind him, the weird feeling forgotten for the offence his comment created. He looked back at her with a frown, before choosing to ignore her. Not letting that deter her, she rambled at him about all the ways why she wasn’t a kid any more than him.

“I thought you could survive alone?” He said, talking over her, when he realized that she wasn’t going to let him be.

“I can.”

“So why are ya following me? Tryin’ to drive me crazy?”

“Well, no. It’s just... that I can do it doesn't mean I want to.”

“Look, kid,” he said, ignoring her protest and talking over her, again. “You should just go back to whatever orphanage you came from, there is probably some nice little family who's gonna pick you up. Then you could make all the friends you want.”

“Like people actually adopt kids in this city. This is Gotham, you dummy, not ‘Annie’. Some rich white guy isn’t going to come and pick up children from the streets to make them live the Grand life.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he growled out without pausing in his steps. “Still, you’re pretty enough, I’m sure some nice people would adopt you in a second if you let them.”

“Yeah, sure. Mom thought the same when she was a kid, and guess what? She started working on Camellia street when she was fourteen, but nobody asked her if she wanted to. Because she was pretty enough,” the little seven years old spat with venom, her eyes narrowed. The boy stopped walking, turning toward her with eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “Her best friend wasn’t, but mom said that she had the prettiest green eyes ever. When they found her body, she didn’t have eyes anymore, because some rich person paid to have pretty green eyes.”

“I— I didn’t—” he stuttered, eyes wide. With his scowl gone he looked so much younger, and Mei’s anger subdued. He wasn’t that much older than her, just a couple of years, maybe three or four, after all.

“It’s… okay, I guess. It’s Gotham. I just thought we both would have more chances to survive if we helped each other out. And, ya know, the company wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled, but when they resumed walking he slowed down enough to let her walk beside him without almost-running.

“Great! So, Annie, where are we going now?” She said with a beaming smile, bursting into laughter at his indignation and protest against the nickname.

(“Can’t you stop calling me Annie already?! I told you my name’s Jason!”

“Nope, Annie.”

“Well, then, that makes you Sandy, doesn't it? Ya do follow me around like a stray puppy.”

“I’m not a dog— wait, hold on a minute! I knew you saw the movie! You liar!”)

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She was ten when her life was put upside down once again, in the worst of ways.

It took practically no time before Jason “Annie” Todd became her brother in all but blood, it took longer for Jason to admit it, and they spend almost three years surviving together, barring the occasional trip back to the Children's Houses.

Though, they always found each other a couple of days after they escaped from those places.

Sometimes, Jason would plan something that he needed to do alone. Because of course, he did.

(“It’s the best job, my plan is perfect. Don’t worry, it’s gonna be great Sandy!”

“Yeah, and why can’t I come?”

“It’s too dangerous! Plus, you need to stay here and keep our things safe!”

“Yeah, if you say so, Annie.”)

That day was one of those days.

He was gone for less than an hour when they found her.

The Candy Dealers.

Mei paled when she saw them, wearing their nice suits and overly sweet smile. They told her they were social workers, specializing in homeless children, and offered her a lollipop. Social workers in Gotham don’t give candy to the kids, even the nice ones, and she knew from her time in Camellia street that the lollipop was drugged.

(“Never, ever, take candy from a Candy Dealer, Mei. Do you understand me? Never,” her mother told her gravely. “They put bad stuff in them, and if you put it in your mouth, they will take you away from me. I couldn’t live without you in my life, my little flower.”)

She tried to run, even before the first one got his hand totally outstretched toward her. But her panic made her stumble, and she was no match for them.

She tried to kick, and scream, and bite, but soon she felt a pinch in her neck, and everything was black.

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The next period of her life was one she tried very hard to forget. For months she was moved, her and dozens of other people, from containers to containers, warehouse to warehouse. Twice they were put in a boat, the containers staying closed for so long, the next time she saw the moonlight, it burned her eyes.

She quickly learned that it was pointless to try to escape (and that Jason wouldn’t come and save her).

Then, one night, the place they were at was illuminated with blue and red lights and the police sirens were so loud, they drowned everything else.

She didn’t let herself hope, though. (She did, she hoped so hard her chest hurt.)

They (probably) weren’t in Gotham anymore, but her childhood didn’t instill her much trust in the police.

They did get them out. And she learned that they were in Paris now. In France. (That was a long way from Gotham.)

There were twenty-seven other people with her in the container. Four of which were kids, and only one other was also an orphan. They weren’t placed together, though. Because the kid had family back where he came from. Unlike her. (She had Jason. He was her family, but they didn’t listen.)

The French social workers took a while to know what to do with her exactly, but they didn’t want to send her back to Gotham (why not? She wanted to go back and find Jason!). So, in the meantime, they placed her in a foster family—one without any other kid, as per her therapist's advice. (The therapist didn’t know anything. She said Gotham wasn’t good for her, but Jason was in Gotham.)

Funnily enough, it ended up being a more permanent solution than previously considered, because the foster parents, Tom and Sabine, quickly fell in love with the little girl.

Not before long, Mei Leyton became Marinette Dupain-Cheng. (They changed her name to give her a ‘new beginning’ because her therapist thought it would be good for her. She didn’t want to have a ‘new beginning', she wanted to go back, to find Jason, to be the Sandy to his Annie. She was Mei, the Camellia’s kid, Sandy, the street’s kid and it was enough for her. She didn’t want to be Marinette, the bakers’ kid.)

So, when Mei was first put into the care of the Dupain-Cheng household, she regularly tried to run away. It was unsurprisingly harder than in Gotham, though. Tom and Sabine were way more attentive than Elliot Hall’s staff ever was, and more than a third of her tentatives were folded even before she was past the front door.

It took her three months (and forty-three unsuccessful tentatives) before she finally accepted that there would be no way for her to go back to Gotham. (Not that she had known how she would manage to do that before, her plan never got that far.) It took another six months before Tom and Sabine trusted her enough to let her wander the neighborhood alone.

The first thing she did the day her ‘new parents’ let her go to the library alone was to get to a public computer, and look Jason up. She didn’t really think she would find anything when she typed Jason Todd and Gotham in Google that day (maybe an obituary). She definitely didn't think she would find her best friend (brother) on the covers of so many tabloids declaring that he was Bruce Wayne’s ward.

She didn’t know how she should feel about the fact that he proved her wrong and became some real-life Annie. She wanted to feel angry, or hurt. Even more so when she realised that Wayne adopted him not even a full week after her (kidnapping) departure from Gotham, but…

But seeing Jason in the pictures… He looked so angry. Angrier than she ever saw him. And hurt. There was hurt hidden in his expression. It was well hidden but she could see it. (She did that, she was the one that hurted him. He probably thought she left him. That she wasn’t any better than his deadbeat of a father and abandoned him. What if he hates her now, because she was gone for so long?)

She needed to go back to Gotham, find him, and explain everything. She needed to tell him she didn’t want to leave him behind, that he was her family, and that it would never change. But Tom and Sabine didn’t want to take her back there, not before she was older, because she wasn’t ready yet, they said.

She didn’t care, though. No matter how long it would take her, she was going to go back. So, she slowly started to act like the perfect little girl. She didn’t really change, she just stopped bringing up Gotham so much, started to help more often in the house and at the bakery, and started to call Tom and Sabine Papa and Maman. (It wasn’t real, at first. But then, they just crawled into her heart against her will and became family. They didn’t replace her Mom or Jason, though. Nobody ever will.)

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She started to heal. Slowly, without even realising. She opened up to a couple of children at her school, made friends with Nino, and sort of Frenemies (more enemy than friend, though) with Chloé Bourgeois. She picked up hobbies like sewing and designing, baking with Tom, or learning various martial arts with Sabine.

But she didn’t forget, going back to Gotham was still her ultimate goal. Until the news reached her, when she was twelve.

Jason Todd was dead.

Her best friend, her brother in everything but blood, her Annie. Dead. Jason was dead.

She felt like a part of her died with him, reading the words but not really processing. She let herself drown in her grief, closing up to everyone around her. Surprisingly, Chloé was the one that made her react. Literally slapping her to make her come back from the dead. (Not entirely, though. Mei, the Gothamite part of her, stayed dead with Jason. Only Marinette, the nice little parisian, came back.)

“I don’t really know what’s up with you, Dupain-Cheng,” she had said while Marinette cradled her sore cheek, her faux-contempt badly hiding her worry. “But you need to put yourself together. Tormenting you is no fun if you don’t react to it, and people are too worried for you to be afraid of me. Don’t make me call daddy on you.”

“I…” She had started, only to stop herself. She had looked back at Nino and Kim, both of whom were looking at her with poorly concealed worry. “Yeah, sorry Chloé.”

She pulled herself out of the worst of it after that, at the obvious relief of the people around her. None of which even knew why she was in this state. She still cried herself to sleep most nights, and sometimes felt like someone gouged out her heart with their bare hands, but she also started to let herself think of the good times. Started to let herself feel the good things happening around her, in the present.

Then, she saved the life of an old man, found magic earrings and a bug-mouse-kwami in her room that told her that she needed to become a hero and save Paris.

She thought of her big brother, of how he would always protect her when someone tried to rob them. Hide her, before even thinking of himself, when the cops would chase them down, trying to bring them back to Elliot's Hall. Give her all the food when they couldn’t get enough for the both of them. How he was a hero. Her Hero. And, really, there was only one thing she could say to that.

“Tikki, spots on!”

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So. That's it. That was fun. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.

Btw, Jason's super plan that day was totaly to steal the Batmobile's tires.

[alwaysmarveling]

Storm

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Storms are the perfect weather for building forts, and Wanda’s going to make sure you don’t miss out on it.

A/N: I meant to get this out earlier, but then my arm turned into a human chicken wing (I know it makes no sense, you’re just gonna have to believe me)... anyway, I apologize for the delay, I hope you enjoy it!

Wanda woke to feel the bed shaking—no, scratch that. She woke up to feel the entire house shaking. The floors trembled, and the bedside lamp shook… Wanda braced herself to make sure none of the pictures on the walls fell down. As the thunder subsided, she relaxed slightly only to tense back up again at a loud whoosh. The buzzing that she was previously unaware of completely dissolved, leaving her in complete silence. Well, complete silence if she didn’t count the pounding of the rain against the windows, the howling wind, or the thunder that was bound to come back again. Sure enough, when she tried to turn on the lamp, no light appeared; the power had gone out.

A flash of lightning and a quick glance to her right told her that you were somehow still sound asleep. Your head was inches from her own, your own pillow forgotten and tossed to the side at some point during the night. No matter how far away the two of you were when you went to bed, as long as you were in the same bed, you somehow ended up using Wanda’s pillow instead of your own. And while some might find your hair tickling their nose or your soft snores right next to their ear to be annoying, Wanda thought it was nothing but angelic.

A catlike grin grew on Wanda’s face as she leaned over to wrap her arms around you. When you still didn’t stir, she began to press light kisses starting behind your shoulder and trailing up to your ear.

“Baaabe,” Wanda whispered. Her voice was both gentle and filled with urgency. “Malysh, wake up.”

“Huh? What’s going on?” With your sleepiness now turned bewilderment, you were able to notice how your girlfriend was trying and failing to stifle her giggles. “Wan, it’s still dark out,” you whined. “I’m sleepy.” You let out a huff and were two seconds away from throwing yourself back into the pillow when Wanda pulled you in to kiss the top of your head.

“Y/N,” she murmured, her voice muffled by your hair, “The power went out.”

“Okay. Night night.” The witch watched with a pout as you slid back down, a small grin playing on your lips as you closed your eyes.

“Detkaaa,” Wanda sang, poking your side lightly, “Let’s build a fort.”

“Okay,” you murmured, not paying attention enough to tell what you had agreed to. When you didn’t shift in the slightest, your girlfriend’s eyes narrowed. The romance movies had always promised her adventure, but here she was, ready and rearing to go, while the only adventure you were taking was from one side of the bed to the other, and not in a good way.

Had you been awake, you would have noticed how Wanda’s eyes lit up, the Cheshire cat grin returning as she realized how to get you up. The witch turned on her side, wrapping her arm around you. A low hum escaping from your lips told her that her plan was working; you thought she was going back to sleep. So, when a flash of lightning lit up the room and Wanda shot up with a gasp, you did too.

“Oh my god! Y/N, there’s a mouse!”

“What?! Where?” Arms slipping and legs flailing, you pushed yourself backwards into your girlfriend’s chest. You were too busy looking for the mouse to notice how your girlfriend was strangely unaffected by the presence of the rodent.

“Can we build a fort now?”

“Are you kidding me? Where’s the mouse?”

“Malysh… there’s no mouse. I just wanted to wake you up.” As much as Wanda wanted to give you an innocent look when you turned to look at her, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter at your raised eyebrows and gaping mouth.

“I hate you,” you muttered, closing your lips and narrowing your eyes at the still giggling witch. With that, you fluffed Wanda’s pillow and laid back down. Wanda watched you as you stared at the ceiling. You both knew you weren’t going back to sleep any time soon.

“So… the fort?”

“No.” Your girlfriend brought her fingers up to brush against the swell of your cheek.

“Pleeeeaaasseee?”

“No.”

“We can snuggle in the fort! And eat ice cream! And I’ll play with your hair after!” You knew she wasn’t going to give up until you said yes. To be fair, it sounded like a lot of fun, but you didn’t need her knowing that. So, with one big sigh and a dramatic eye roll, you slowly pushed yourself to sit back up.

“Fine. But none of this would be a problem if we just stayed in the Avengers Tower because the generator would be working.” Your girlfriend didn’t miss a beat as she jumped out of bed.

“Well, we’re not in the Avengers Tower, so we’re going to make a blanket fort. Now, come on.” She didn’t give you any time to go back on your answer, instead scooping you up in her arms and carrying you bridal style into the living room. She laughed at the squeak you let out before pressing a soft kiss to your browbone.

“I love you,” the brunette whispered.

“You’d better.” Now slightly less wary, you allowed yourself to melt into her arms. “It’s like 5 AM and you woke me up to build a blanket fort.”

“Actually, it’s 2:30…” Wanda barely moved in time as you shot upwards.

“2:30?! Wanda!”

“But, babe, the power is out! And it’s all stormy!” As if the world agreed with her, the walls trembled with another clap of thunder. “Perfect time to build a fort.” Your girlfriend set you down once you reached the living room, but you kept your arms wrapped around her, not letting her move away. “Malysh,” Wanda giggled, “You gotta let me go. We can cuddle once we build the fort.”

“‘S gonna take too long.” You buried yourself further into Wanda’s embrace, closing your eyes as she wrapped her arms around you.

“Cute, but…” You groaned as she pulled your arms off of her. “No more than thirty minutes. I promise.”

---

Unfortunately for you, Wanda was incorrect. One confusion-filled hour later, the two of you finally had the fort set up to Wanda’s liking (You couldn’t really care one way or another, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the absolutely adorable look of pride and glee on Wanda’s face when she clapped her hands together underneath her chin, sighing that, at last, the fort was perfect.).

The witch placed one hand on the small of your back to guide you in between the light blue cotton sheets that hung overhead—”It’ll be like the sky, detka!”—and the pillowy faux mink blankets that cushioned the hardwood floors. With a sleepy grin gracing your lips, you pushed yourself into the throw pillows the two of you had scavenged the house for to line the back of the fort and waited for your girlfriend to join you.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” the Sokovian exhaled as she wrapped an arm around your waist. She wasn’t wrong. The thunderstorms had yet to let up, and from Wanda’s strategic planning, the two of you had the perfect view of the rain hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shining through the plump drops that rolled down the glass. Small camping lanterns lit the actual fort, and Wanda had even found some fairy lights to string along the top. You didn’t have much time to admire the view, though, because the second you rested your head on Wanda’s shoulder, the house shook again as another loud rumble of thunder boomed, and the entire fort came crashing down on your heads.

As tired as you were, neither of you could help but burst into laughter at the irony of the situation. “Oh, yes... this is perfect… Wan,” you managed to get out in between the contractions of your stomach as you giggled. 

Someone could’ve taken the situation as a bad omen for your life together, overanalyzed it until they determined the two of you would never be fit for a future with each other in it, but for you guys, it was perfect; you could’ve stayed there forever, still wrapped in Wanda’s arms, the sheets now draped over your heads making it difficult for you to see anything but the lower half of Wanda’s face. But her laughter was the prettiest thing you’d ever had the privilege of hearing, her teeth sparkled as a beam of light from one of the lanterns managed to catch them, and you could just make out the beauty marks speckled across her face, the ones you loved to spoil with kisses until your girlfriend got impatient and guided your lips to hers.

When the two of you had finally caught your breath, you noticed a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, and the fort was reassembled in seconds. The remaining smile on your face immediately disappeared as you met Wanda’s eyes.

“Wanda, you couldn’t just do that the first time?”

“Nope.” The shake of her head was playful, though, which was more than enough to tell you what you needed to know.

“You totally could’ve.”

“Okay, maybe I could’ve, but it wouldn’t have been as fun.”

“Wan!” Your eyes narrowed further at her growing amusement, and you only relaxed slightly as your girlfriend brought you in closer to her side.

“Do you want your snuggles or not?”

“Yes please.” There was no way that you could’ve said no, especially now that you had already melted into the warmth of her embrace and sleepiness once again tugged at your eyelids. And so the two of you stayed that way for a while, with your legs draped over Wanda’s, your head resting on her shoulder and her head pressed against yours. In between the drawn-out blinks and heavy breaths, you managed to catch flashes of lightning and noticed how the flurries of rain would swell and fall repeatedly, never a consistent drizzle or downpour. Perhaps the one thing keeping you awake was the thunder. Wanda didn’t miss how you jumped slightly every single time it rumbled.

“You scared, printsessa?” your girlfriend murmured as she gently scratched your scalp in an effort to calm you down.

“Just a little startled is all,” you hummed sleepily as you pushed yourself further into her. “Could never be scared when you’re here.” Even though you were almost asleep, Wanda was quite awake, and she couldn’t help but smile at your sincerity.

“I love you,” she murmured with a kiss to your forehead.

“And I love you more.”

A comfortable silence settled itself between the two of you once again as Wanda went back to watching the storm and you played with her fingers. A thought came to you, and with you being as exhausted as you were, you barely noticed when it slipped through your lips and made itself known to Wanda.

“Wands, what would you say to having someone else to watch the storms with us?” It wasn’t until Wanda responded that you realized you had spoken out loud.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” The brunette pulled away from you slightly to study your face.

“Can we get a dog?”

“Yes! Of course!” All you could manage was a drowsy smile as Wanda cheered in excitement. “You have any ideas?” she asked after pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Hmm… maybe a bernedoodle? They’re really cute and really sweet.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” your girlfriend agreed. “Or maybe a-”

“And they have such cute eyes. Oh Wanda, the eyes.” Wanda paused as you let out a dreamy sigh.

“Malysh…”

“What?” You kept your gaze directed at Wanda’s fingers as you continued to fiddle with them because you knew you’d crack the second you made eye contact with her. Obviously, though, it was pointless since she had already figured you out.

“You got one already, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “Yes.”

“Printsessa, I love you, but we’re supposed to talk about these things together!” The continued presence of her warmth and her hand that had never left your waist told you that she wasn’t mad, and you were extremely grateful for that.

“I know, I know, but he was so cute, and I couldn’t say no, and you just had to be there, Wands! You wouldn’t have said no if you were there.” Wanda simply sighed, knowing that, as much as she’d rather not admit it, you were right.

“What’s his name?” she finally asked, resting her chin back on the top of your head.

“Storm.”

“You were really waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell me, huh? And how long have you known about this?” You shrunk slightly at the sternness that filled her voice.

“Maybe a couple of days…”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, maybe a couple of weeks. Or months.”

“Detka! So when is the dog getting here?” 

“This weekend!” The witch’s head spun at how long you had managed to keep the secret from her. And while she loved the thought of getting a dog with you, she was certainly not expecting it to happen this soon, especially since you had only just brought it up minutes ago. But she couldn’t help but laugh when you responded with such excitement, your body perking up even though you were so close to dozing off in her arms. As excited as you were, you couldn’t help but tense up after sharing that with Wanda. She’d taken the initial news better than you expected, but this…

“You’re lucky I love you,” Wanda finally sighed, and it was with that that you were able to relax once again.

“What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

“Don’t push it,” the witch grumbled, and you two chuckled, rain still pounding down on the house and the storm just as lively as before.

---

It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep with the burden you’d been carrying for months now spilled and accepted. Wanda continued to look mindlessly out the window, focusing for one moment on a particularly fat drop rolling down the window before switching to another. She thought about how you’d tensed up each time you revealed a new piece of the secret to her, and if she was being honest, it hurt her a little. She wanted you to be able to come to her with anything, trust her with anything, without having to feel guilty or ashamed. The witch pulled her eyes away from the window to watch your sleeping form.

“I’m always going to love you, malysh. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be sure to hold down the fort from now on, I promise. No more collapsing in two seconds.” With a final soft giggle and a kiss to your head, she allowed herself to rest. She’d keep her promise and prove it to you every day, multiple times a day; she was sure of it. And even though you didn’t hear her, that weekend, when the two of you started your life as a family of three, you knew it too.

[drabsyo]

Drabs, I know that you usually draw Fleur with slightly darker blonde hair than Narcissa. Was it a choice so that it’s easier to distinguish them from each other or was your Fleur maybe slightly influenced by the actress from the movie who had darker hair?

In the books Fleur didn’t seem to have much description other than having long silvery hair (waist length?) and having this glow around her. So like with Narcissa, what works have influenced your design of Fleur?

It’s fascinating sometimes to read the artist’s perspective and your previous reply to the anon about Narcissa has been very interesting.

Thank you!!! 🥺

I was actually pretty embarrassed over how enthusiastic I got over the whole hair thing, but I'm glad it made some sense at least 😂 And now that I've been given even more reason to talk about it... (Let's face it, I shouldn't even be allowed on this website to begin with, ya'll have been way too nice to me.)

Only click on keep reading if you want to read Some Nonsense.

I did consider Fleur's actress when I thought about her hair color. Though I pictured it to be something of a mix between movie Fleur and Elsa’s (from Frozen) hair. But the way I drew Fleur's hair, the way it falls across her shoulders, that was more of... well, I imagined Fleur to have effortlessly perfect hair, like she doesn't seem to need to style it so much because it's already whimsical as it is, what with her being part-Veela. There were a lot of fanfictions that helped me to sort of see a better image of Fleur in my head so really, I owe it to all the talented writers out there!

It's also the same with Narcissa's case. Though I decided to give her paler hair, compared to Fleur's, because I wanted to emphasize that air of vulnerability Narcissa has—this image she conjures, like she's this fragile thing made of glass, which typically in fanfiction is what Narcissa uses so that Voldemort would overlook her a lot, hence why she wasn't given any "missions" or "tasks" while Voldemort was in Malfoy Manor. Slytherin preservation. This "fragile" image was something Narcissa capitalized on and maintained perfectly, but in post-war Cissamione fanfictions, she no longer has to put on that façade—she starts living for herself, but the quiet sadness about her never really goes away.

I really did struggle at first, I had to find a way where I could draw them without confusing people and myself.

So, again, I sifted through a lot of canon and non canon material about these two characters which funnily enough made me see some kind of parallel going on between them. I know. Fleur Delacour and Narcissa Black. Parallels?! It's nuts. But again, this is only within Fleurmione and Cissamione fanfiction, and it really helped me to draw them better. (At least in a way that made them distinguishable from one other at first glance, I’d like to think.)

These 'hair scenes' are mostly the bits where Hermione "first" sees Fleur. Hermione is entranced, a little curious, sometimes she feels indifferent, but the general theme is Hermione immediately finds Fleur beautiful—which probably explains why Hermione in fanfiction sometimes thinks Narcissa could be part-Veela like Fleur. And as you can imagine, that's where my struggle began.

You'll see what I mean in a minute. And just like last time, remember that this part comes with spoilers.

🔹 In Fighting is our form of Flirting by InsomniacAndBi in Chapter 2 Hermione sees Fleur for the first time. This is the first Fleurmione fanfiction I've ever read, and also the first time I've encountered Fleur's character. Tall, bright blonde hair, won the genetic lottery, aristocratic features, face held in a scowl, floats into the room with effortless poise, immediately starts demanding things out of people... Sounds vaguely familiar, doesn't it. Like some other blonde we know.

"Non!" A voice from the doorway said. "This is not what was agreed."

For a moment, Hermione thought about ignoring it but turned to glance over there if only to quell her curiosity. A girl stepped into the room and Hermione's phone call was forgotten in a moment. She knew that it wasn't nice to stare but Hermione couldn't help but do it because, in all honesty, this was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was definitely taller than Hermione was, with bright blonde hair and...clearly she had won the genetic lottery.

Her skin practically glowed and it looked so smooth and soft. It made Hermione wonder if she used those fancy beautification charms or had a very lengthy skincare routine. Or maybe, just maybe, this is what being rich did to people's faces. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that this girl was rich - like extremely rich, like even rich people thought she was rich. That kind of rich. That was the type of rich that this girl was.

Also, only super rich people curled up their lip like this girl was doing.

She breezed into the room like she was floating and Hermione hastily ended her phone call and promised to call back later.

"This is not what was agreed," The girl said again and Hermione felt incredibly small sitting in front of her. Not to mention, the girl's clothes screamed 'I'm rich and I know it' and Hermione's screamed 'I'm so out of place that I might as well be a bull in a China shop'.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione managed to get out when it became apparent that the girl was waiting for her response.

"You are English." The girl looked shock for a moment at Hermione's accent before shaking her head angrily. "This is not what was agreed."

🔹 In Oath of Silver by i_shall_wear_midnight immediately in the first chapter, when Witcher Hermione first meets Fleur, it's something Hermione quickly notices. Vivid sapphire eyes. Silvery blonde hair that shimmered in the torchlight. And once again, right off the bat, Fleur is pushy. She wants things done her way. It’s just so cute how she doesn’t even let the fact that Hermione is a Witcher, an extremely dangerous outcast in society, get in the way of that.

(I'm sorry for this but I just have to gush about Oath of Silver. Hermione as a witcher is just so fitting for her character; she possesses that natural eye for detail that remarkable witchers have, witchers like Geralt and Vesimir (a skill that gets even more honed through the Witcher Trials). Hermione even has Geralt's dry sense of humor, a bit rough around the edges, brilliant, snippy without really meaning to (because she asks a lot of questions and would rather get to the point), but has a good heart.)

The witcher figured that would be the end of her human interactions for the evening, but only a few minutes later, the stunning newcomer from before appeared before her. Upon closer inspection, Hermione couldn’t imagine she wouldn’t be conspicuous in any group of people she happened to find herself immersed in. The woman was looking back at her with vivid sapphire eyes, and silvery blonde hair that shimmered even in torchlight. Her attire was travel-ready, but elegant.

“Bonsoir. You are a witcher, oui? Or perhaps a ‘witcheress’ is more accurate? I am not familiar with all the terms…” She watched the beautiful stranger patiently while she fumbled through Hermione’s professional title. As if the distinctive, amber colored cat-eyes hadn’t given her away, the brunette mused wryly. Eventually, the blonde gave up and sat herself down at Hermione’s table, her medallion twitching faintly as the stranger got settled. Hermione filed that away for later. Her new dinner buddy seemed to be oblivious to the curious and concerned looks now being thrown her way at boldly taking a seat at a mutant’s table.

“I came from Ellander,” she began in a non sequitur. “The temple, and spoke to the priestess Nenneke, who told me about you.” Hermione continued eating her second serving of stew and waited for her to get to the point. “I would like to hire you as an escort as I travel back to Toussaint.” The witcher finally put her spoon down.

“Sounds like you ought to be asking some mercenaries to be your bodyguards,” she responded, eyeing the bow the woman was carrying on her pack meaningfully.

“A pair seems doable, and I’d prefer you.”

“I’m not a bodyguard.”

“Yes, technically, I am aware,” she replied, beginning to show signs of impatience.

“Then why are you soliciting a monster-slayer?”

🔹 Witnessed here in Time and Blood by whistle.the.silver is probably the most interesting one because it uses the concept of Veela hair as a wand core brilliantly. Again, this comes with huge 🛑spoilers🛑. Read the italicized words at your own risk. I can't add the entire clip here, as the topic of Fleur's hair is littered throughout several other chapters. But this story shows us a Fleur who is willing to do anything in order to protect Hermione during the course of the war.

My memory is a bit foggy, I haven't read this story in months, but here's what I remember:

This takes place during the time of Shell Cottage, where Fleur is married to Bill and takes care of Hermione. Fleur didn't expect to fall in love with the young brunette and, as the Golden Trio's time in Shell Cottage comes to an end, she worries over Hermione's safety. Fleur, using magic only known to the Veela tribes, does her best to offer Hermione protection in any way that she can--even going as far as to study what Lily Potter did so Harry could live. At one point, Fleur cuts her own hair with a length now roughly above her shoulders to give Hermione a new wand. But this isn't the only bridge Fleur is willing to cross to make sure Hermione survives the incoming battle. Fleur's grandmother, Ron, and even Bill himself, is a little sceptic over the propriety of Fleur's actions, but Fleur is determined to do whatever it takes to make sure Hermione makes it out of the war safe and alive.

So that was a lot to wade through, I know.

But if you've skipped all those parts for the sake of missing spoilers then let me go ahead and explain why the parallel between Fleur and Narcissa are there. Sure, it's plain to see that they have similar physical characteristics, but they're also similar in other ways.

In Witnessed here in Time and Blood, Fleur is willing to do whatever it takes to protect Hermione during the war: sacrifice the secrets of the Veela, make Hermione a wand, make her marriage and friendship with Bill suffer, be scrutinized by her Veela tribe, etc. And didn't Narcissa do the exact same thing during the war to make sure Draco made it out alive? They both chose to 'betray' everyone else for the sake of this one person. Not to mention, in Extinction by rubikanon Narcissa even makes Hermione a wand. (I’m telling you, there are so many parallels between these two ships and I can probably list more but I'd rather not make this post longer.)

Here, I’m just going to go ahead and say it—it’s almost like Fleur and Narcissa in fanfiction have the same love language.

A glaringly obvious difference between them is their upbringing, and we could argue that this why Fleur tends to be more open with her emotions while Narcissa tends to be more carefully guarded with hers. And I don't know if writers realize these parallels but as someone who's a huge fan of both characters and as someone who makes the occasional fanart of them, it's a pretty difficult detail to ignore. This crazy conspiracy all started because I had to find a way to make both characters look distinct from one another... It's just so interesting that writers from two different ships unknowingly make these parallels with two completely separate characters who are often at the opposite ends of the seesaw.

But again, let's take a look at Extinction by rubikanon. (I know. Extinction?! AGAIN?! Always.)

Spoiler warning!

🔹 Extinction by rubikanon has a marvelous take on this, as it turns out Fleur and Narcissa are actually good friends, and if I remember correctly, occasionally exchange letters (I’m unsure about this bit, I might have read it in a different story). They just get along remarkably well; I imagine they both share a kind of mutual respect for each other, a quiet understanding for the way the other woman carries herself: poised, meticulous, they pride themselves in their work, they both know how to handle an Ocean Of Secrets™, they're both accustomed to being under the spotlight of the public eye, and they’re both dedicated to their loved ones. Needless to say, Fleur and Narcissa are both giddy over the prospect of being with someone they love and adore, and end up meticulously planning numerous (I think it was hinted) double dates (Fleur with Bill, and Narcissa with Hermione) with the same kind of endearing enthusiasm that leave Hermione and Bill with no choice but to agree to the whims of their respective lovers.

(Scene seen in Chapter 23: Build Up Your Defense 2 of 2)

Narcissa and (Hermione) I were sitting together on one of the couches when Bill and Fleur arrived later. They showered Teddy with kisses on his little cheeks. He'd gotten past his clingy phase and adored us all, struggling to walk around the room by bracing himself on everyone's knees.

Suddenly Narcissa reached up and grabbed onto someone's wrist behind her head. "Don't even think about it," she said.

"That's just scary. How did you know I was there?" George stood up from behind the couch, a toy spider dangling from his hand. Teddy shrieked with laughter.

"She has eyes in the back of her head," Draco said.

"Mothers," George grumbled, sitting down close to Angelina. "Dump her, Hermione. I need you to date someone more prankable."

Fleur looked in surprise at the two of us on the couch. "Oh, la vache! How did I not know zees? You are lovers?"

"We're dating," I said mildly, though we really were lovers. In every sense. I glanced at Narcissa and bit my lip as heat spread through me. My imagination started planning a middle-of-the-night rendezvous.

"No wonder she (Narcissa) was so adamant about healing that curse," Bill said thoughtfully.

"Adorable! Simply adorable!" Fleur exclaimed, sitting down on Narcissa's other side. "We must go out for a double date next week, all four of us. We'll dine at L'Escargot!"

Narcissa's eyes lit up.

"Oh, no," I said.

"You won't have to eat snails," Narcissa said. "Please, mon amour?"

"French doesn't work on me."

"Please?" She kissed my cheek again and again. "Please? Please?"

Laughing now, I pulled her in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Yes, alright. But only because I have fond memories of trying new foods with you."

"As do I," she agreed.

Then we realized everyone was staring. Narcissa cleared her throat and straightened up, blushing. Draco made a face. Ginny looked a little more favorable. Harry held in laughter, and Andromeda hid her camera.

"Adorable!" Fleur declared again.

🔹 Also, I just have to add Sugar and Spice by waltzlikeits1698 because Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Harry is absolutely hysterical. During Harry's birthday party, Hermione sulks in a corner because Fleur has apparently been avoiding her. Ginny decides to do something barking mad, something Hermione typically falls for.

“Ooh, someone’s grouchy,” Ginny teased, retracting her arm and facing Hermione fully. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, although even she could hear the pout in her voice.

“Sure seems like it,” she snarked, summoning two shots and offering one to Hermione with a waggle of her eyebrows. Hermione pulled a face and Ginny shrugged before downing both, one after the other. (...) “You know, I spotted a tall, blonde drink of water hanging around the stairs.”

“What!?” Hermione exclaimed, whirling around and leaning out of the room to look at the staircase. Sure enough, standing at the bottom and resting a slender hand on the bannister was a tall, blonde witch who made Hermione’s heart stop with her mere presence. She had started forward before she knew it, her heart taking up an even quicker beat as she crossed the few steps and reached out a hand to clasp her elbow. The woman turned, that beautiful blonde hair catching the candlelight as it moved in one long sheet.

Hermione retracted her hand in horror, her eyes widening. “Mrs Malfoy!?”

Narcissa Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the witch who had practically accosted her. “Miss Granger. Can I help?”

What was she even doing here?

“Uh,” Hermione said dumbly, “sorry, I just… need the loo. Can I-?”

She gestured lamely to the staircase. Both women stared at the perfectly reasonable gap that Hermione could easily pass through. The moment stretched on.

Slowly, Narcissa returned her inscrutable gaze to Hermione, who squirmed uncomfortably in response. She then took a small step to the side and gestured for Hermione to pass. She did so and, as she turned the corner of the staircase, sent a deadly glare at Ginny, who was practically pissing herself with laughter.

(...)

Fleur had arrived. Hermione couldn’t explain exactly how she could tell, considering she had been in the duplicated bathroom for the last ten minutes after humiliating herself in front of Narcissa, but she knew it like she knew that it was levi-O-sa.

(...) (Hermione) She tried to avoid eye contact with Narcissa on the way back down and was thoroughly unsuccessful: the witch had physically reached out and laid her own hand over Hermione’s on the bannister, forcing her to stop and look up. Then, with an intention behind her eyes that Hermione had neither the brain capacity nor the energy to delve into, she said “It’s Ms Black now.”

Then she had released Hermione’s hand and turned back to her conversation with Andromeda and two wizards Hermione didn’t recognise.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of people Hermione didn’t recognise.

Anyway, long story short, this is the result of reading both Fleurmione and Cissamione—

But RIGHT. At the end of the day, again, these are just some crazy little things I picked up on and I may or may not be right, no one has to agree with me, everyone can disagree with me. Actually, yes feel free to disagree with me. I need to get out of this damn site and you know, touch grass.

Okay. Well. I'm gonna stop here now. So. Bye. But thank you anon for this lovely ask!! I’m really touched that you wanted to know what inspired the way I drew Fleur 🥺💕💖 But still. So sorry for this massive word vomit!! 😂

[rowanaelinn]

Fire on Fire - Chapter Three

Chapter two // Chapter four

“My head’s gonna explode,” Elide Lochan sighed before she drank two big gulps of water as if she had been thirsty for days. Aelin knew the feeling. She’d been working for two hours now but it felt like ten. The bar was so hot and the music so loud, she couldn’t wait to go home and come back to the silence of her room.

Today was her first day and of course, it was a Saturday night, the busiest night of the week. The uniform, which was basically only a tight white shirt and a pair of black booty shorts, was one of the other reasons Aelin decided she hated this job but only stayed for the money. Aelin had been lucky today if you can call it that, but unfortunately, that luck didn’t extend to Elide.

Some douche-bags slapped her ass when she served him his drink, and of course, all his friends howled with laughter. As if sexual harassment was some kind of joke. The moment Elide mentioned this incident, Aelin had wanted to slam the guy's head on the table but Elide stopped her. The customer was always right and both Aelin and Elide needed this job too much.

They had decided not to tell their co-worker Manon about that, Aelin and Elide had already worked with her before and Aelin knew where Manon was, violence usually followed. It was something Aelin loved about that woman, and she also found it hot as hell. Okay, maybe she had a bit of a crush on the white-haired woman. But in Aelin’s defense, Elide did have a crush on her too. It was like a general experience.

“Do you think we’ll be fired if we don’t go back?” Aelin put her cold bottle of water against the back of her neck, in an attempt to cool her down.

“Definitely, Rofle is a dick. I mean have you seen this outfit?” The brunette turned on herself and gestured to the more than revealing clothes. Aelin agreed, if her cousin saw her in this outfit he would have a heart attack. She was suddenly glad this bar opened last week, at least Aedion didn’t know this place. Yet.

“Girls,” Nesryn interrupted them. “Break’s over. Go back to work.”

Aelin undid her ponytail, a forbidden hairstyle in this bar apparently, and went back behind the counter. She wore her best fake smile and ignored the lingering looks on her breast or her backside, winked and flirted back when clients thought they had a chance of taking her home with them. Aelin hid her disgust of these men pretty good, she was proud of herself for it.

She would quit if she wasn’t low on money lately. For hell’s sake, Aedion was paying half of her rent. It had been a very long discussion between them, Aelin would rather live on the street than depend on someone. Aelin got convinced when Aedion made it clear if she didn’t accept he would call her parents. So Aelin put her pride aside and accepted, at the only condition Aedion let her pay him back whenever she could. He had argued but accepted. The Ashryver family wasn’t very good at compromise, but at least they tried.

“Aelin, go take the order of table nine,” Manon yelled at her over the background noise. Aelin gave her a thumb up as she kept pouring alcohol in the shaker.

When Aelin was done making this cocktail she wiped her hands and walked toward table nine. She looked down to grab her little booklet and pen she left in one of the pockets of her apron as she said, “Hi, welcome to the sea dragon, what can I-” She stopped as she took in who was sitting in front of her. Lorcan Salvaterre, Fenrys, Connall Moonbeam, and of fucking course, gods-damned Rowan Whitethorn. She took a deep breath and smiled, but she knew her fake smile wasn’t as convincing as it was minutes before.

She focused on Fenrys and Connall, the only ones she could stand at that table. “What can I get you?”

Fenrys had an amused look on his face, accentuated by his smirk full of wickedness. “So this is your new job?” He asked, and if she didn’t know him the look could be considered genuine.

“You knew it, Fen. I told you hours ago.” Rowan’s head whipped to Fenrys, and Aelin’s face suddenly mirrored Fenrys’s. She didn’t know what the blonde had in mind, but if it annoyed Whitethorn, Aelin was on board. Rowan’s head turned back toward her and he narrowed his eyes. “Got something on my face, Whitethorn?” She couldn’t help it, she had to always argue with him.

“Yeah, all that make-up,” his eyes roamed over her body, it took everything in her not to move under the weight of his gaze. “What’s that outfit anyway?” His disdain was quite obvious.

“My uniform, dumbass.” She tightened her grip around her pen and notebook so much that her knuckles turned white. “Be careful, it almost sounds like you care.” It was one of the most sarcastic things she had ever said in her life, the look in his eyes was enough proof.

“Why would I care about you when you’re dressed like a stripper?” He crossed his arms and Aelin had to force herself not to stare at his muscles and at the tattoo on his arms. He was a handsome bastard and it made him quite hard to hate.

“So, no respect for sex workers, Whitethorn? Why am I not surprised?”

“No, actually I respect them a lot. You’re the only person I don’t respect.” It took everything in her not to punch him in the face right now, but that’s what he was waiting for. It was like he loved to see her lose control.

“I’m going to enjoy spitting in your drink.”

“Do that and I’ll have a nice chat with your boss, good luck to find another job, princess.” He was getting angry, Aelin loved that, it meant she was winning their little game.

“Feel free to do it, it just means you’ll have to share that splendid bathroom with me longer.” She winked at him and wiggled her brows. Rowan clenched his jaw, another sign of his anger.

“Can you two stop for a minute? I’m thirsty.” Lorcan Salvaterre interrupted them and Aelin rolled her eyes. She wasn’t exactly on friendly terms with Lorcan either, but instead of always arguing as she did with Rowan, they just ignored each other.

“Who are they?” Elide asked as Aelin prepared her roommates’ order. The four of them wanted a beer, classic.

“Two of them are the bane of my existence and the two others annoying but very pretty.”

“I want him in my bed,” Elide said as she bit her lip. Aelin whipped her head toward the guys, trying to know which one she was talking about.

“I have no idea which one you’re already planning to get naked but one of them is gay and the other three aren’t good options.”

“Great, I don’t want good and I don’t want to be good. And It’s the tall one.” Elide winked and left before Aelin could say anything. Of course, Elide would be attracted to Lorcan. Alein went back to their table, accidentally spilling a little bit of Rowan’s beer on him when she accidentally tripped. He swore at her but she decided to ignore it, instead, she pushed him so she could sit next to him to be right in front of Lorcan.

“You,” She pointed at Lorcan, with her smile full of mischief.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She shook his head and she heard the twins laugh.

“What’s your type of woman?”

“Everything you aren’t.”

“I’m gonna look past that insult because I am an amazing woman,” she was cut off by Rowan’s snort. “You shut up, you’re thirty and still single.” She looked back at Lorcan but heard Rowan correct her on his age. His highness was still twenty-nine for three months. “What about 5”2, brunette, very very scary. She’s also one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen, but unfortunately, she doesn’t have good taste. I’m not her type but you are.” She winked at him. Rowan muttered something that sounded a lot like “We aren’t teenagers anymore” but she ignored him.

Lorcan furrowed his brow, Aelin could see him hesitate. “Where?”

“Want to see her dance?” Aelin didn’t wait for the answer and walked back to the bar.

-

Rowan was mesmerized.

The moment Aelin Ashryver Galathynius started dancing was the moment he lost his mind.

He hated her for it, hated her for being the first thing anyone looked at when they entered a room. Hated her for being the most attractive woman he had seen in a while.

She had been raised to become this. Well, not to become a barmaid in a piss-poor bar in Doranelle. But to become the type of woman everyone looked at, everyone wanted.

With Evalin Ashryver as her mother, how could Aelin become something else? Her mother was an incredible actress, and one of the most famous ones. She was also known for being cunning, ambitious, and beautiful as a sin.

And with Rhoe Galathynius as her father, Aelin knew how to captivate an audience. Rhoe was a legend of football. Whenever he played, all eyes were on him. He was smart and as cunning as his wife, a perfect match if you listened to the papers. That’s probably why he was a coach now, and that’s also why his team almost always won.

So Aelin was born with amazing genes, a talent to bewitch everyone who looked at her, and a bank account bigger than anyone should have. That’s why he didn’t understand why she would be working here and living with five guys instead of just having a big apartment in the richest part of town. But Aedion had told everyone to never mention her parents, so they all listened. Everyone was careful to do just that, maybe because Lysandra had threatened to cut their favorite body part and to make them eat it if they ever mentioned Rhoe’s or Evalin’s name. All that the day they met her when she was one month away from turning eighteen.

Now this she-devil had him under her spell. He couldn’t stop looking at the way her hips moved perfectly on beat with the music, at the way her hands wandered over her stomach, the side of her breast, and then lifted her hair in the air. Or even at how close she was to her friend, the one who is apparently interested in Lorcan. Both of them were giving a show, and when Rowan finally looked away from the blonde it was to find almost every man with their eyes on her. She knew what she was doing, he knew she did. It made him want to yell at her, even at work she couldn’t help but want attention.

Aelin turned her head, and their eyes met. Rowan sat straighter, swallowing. Her sinful mouth turned into a smirk and she accentuated her hips’ movements, aware of Rowan’s eyes on her. It was also something they did, along with arguing. They caught the other checking the other out, but wouldn’t call them on it. They would never bring it up, it was like a secret between them. He shouldn’t find the idea of sharing something with her so exciting.

She never stopped looking at him as she danced, sometimes she would bit her lip, sometimes her hands would wander on her breasts. He had to stop himself from growling as his cock hardened. Aelin was a sin.

Who did she think she was? He hated her, he made that clear. She hated him, and she had also made that clear. Why did she feel the need to tease him? She was trying to mess with him, and it was working.

The bubble broke when one of Aelin’s coworkers interrupted her, telling her and her friend she was dancing with to go back to work. Rowan couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked back behind the counter. He would have felt bad for it, wasn’t it for the slight sway of her hips and the look she threw at him when she started serving people again.

“I want her.” Lorcan almost grunted, and against his best wishes and even if they weren’t talking about the same girl, Rowan agreed.

-

Aelin wasn’t tired, no, tired wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what she was feeling. It was almost three in the morning and her shift ended in one hour, thank god she wasn’t supposed to close the bar today.

A customer asked for another sex on the beach, his fourth of the night. Aelin smiled as she prepared it but decided it would be his last of the night. Rofle didn’t want his barmaids to stop clients from drinking because more drinking means more money. But all the money in the world wasn’t worth the customers’ life. She would never forgive herself if someone had a car accident or became an alcoholic because of the drink she served. She gave the drink and took the man’s car keys, saying she would call a cab when he wanted to leave.

Aelin’s phone started ringing and when she saw who was calling her she sighed. If she was tired now it would be worse by the end of the night.

“Hello,” She answered as she got into a cupboard to find some quiet.

“Hi, you’re Aelin Galathynius?” A deep male voice asked. From the tone of his voice, the man must be as exhausted as Aelin was.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Aelin already regretted picking up this gods damned phone.

“I’m sorry to bother you but a guy’s at my bar. He’s tall-”

“Yeah, I know exactly who it is. Let me guess, he is drunk and absolutely refuses to call a taxi because taxis are disgusting. He also told you to call me, didn’t he?”

“You got it all right.”

“Okay.” She sighed. “Where’s your bar?” She nodded when he told her the address and told him she would be here in half an hour.

Aelin went to Elide, apologized, and asked her to cover the rest of her shift. Elide understood, it wasn’t the first time Aelin had to leave for the same reason. Elide was pissed but not because she had more work, but because she didn’t want Aelin to go.

Aelin took her car and drove, maybe a little slower than she should but it was night. Roads were dangerous, especially on a Saturday night. Aelin parked right in front of the sidewalk. She took her phone and wanted to text Aedion to tell him she would be late but her phone was dead. Amazing.

Aelin walked into the bar and realized she didn’t take time to change clothes, she was still in her uniform. She crossed her arms, trying to cover her chest as best as she could. Even if she had liked to have Rowan Whitethorn watching her tonight, she didn’t want anyone else to look at her this way.

It didn’t take long to see who had called Aelin, she walked toward him, the bartender looked relieved someone would come to pick him up. “I’m gonna take that.” She told him, and he gave her the car keys. Aelin turned her head to grey eyes watching her body, of course, he would notice her lack of clothing. “Let’s get you home,” Aelin said, trying her best not to let her anger out, it’s not going to help tonight.

“Hello, darling,” Arobynn purred.

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Westview’s Best man/Bridesmaid (Agnes x Fem!Reader)

I don’t know what is this, ok? I just wanted to write something for Agnes (not Agatha exactly) so...yeah, enjoy :)

“Agnes? Is everything alright?” Wanda chuckled while her friend quickly closed the door behind her. 

“I hope you have the guest room ready dear, because I am not leaving this house until next week” The woman said, with an obviously fake smile. 

“Well, you’re always welcome, but may i ask what are you hiding from?” 

“Hiding? Who says I’m hiding?” Agnes said while walking to the kitchen as if she was in her own house. 

The redhead shook her head and opened her door to look around. She laughed when she realised what was happening. You were on the other sidewalk, looking confused and with a cake on your hands. 

“Hi, Y/N” Wanda said, walking to you “What’s that?” she asked 

“I...I don’t know” you blinked “a ‘your flowers are the prettiest of the town’ gift” you said and shrugged when Wanda raised an eyebrow “Agnes’ words” 

The redhead laughed again. So that’s why Agnes was hiding in her house. A ‘your flowers are the prettiest of the town’ gift, really? Everyone knew that Agnes had the biggest crush on you, but no one had the heart to tell her that she was too obvious. Besides, her trying and failing every time to confess her feelings to you was probably everyone’s favorite thing. 

The normally charismatic, bold and nosy Agnes became a tangle of nerves the moment you walked into the same room. Her words stumbled in her mouth and she always ended up quickly fleeing the place, leaving you confused and not knowing what was happening.

It was adorable.

It wasn’t a secret that all of Westview vowed not to rest until the two of you went out on a date, but Agnes' nervousness wasn't helping and it quickly turned into a kind of contest across town, to see who could get the brunette to confess her feelings to you, or who was closer.

If you went for an ice cream, the cashier would mysteriously confuse your orders, making you approach Agnes to correct the mistake (although the woman would just laugh and let you have both ice creams, quickly leaving with a blush on her cheeks).

If you went to the library, the librarian would make you sit next to the brunette, claiming that the other seats were reserved for a book club you've never heard of.

The florist would send bouquets to your house or to Agnes’, of a supposed secret admirer, but with the colors that usually reminded you of the other.

Even Dottie made you sit next to the brunette, making her meetings even longer than normal, to see if the pressure could make Agnes break (nope, she just excused herself and quickly got out of there).

And every week, there would be a meeting, to see who got them to spend the most time together. For every two minutes that Agnes talked to you without panicking, they earned one point. Whoever had the most points would have the right to be the best man or bridesmaid at your wedding.

At first, Wanda had remained neutral, not wanting to intervene in her friend's private life, but when Agnes started using her house as her personal bunker, the redhead knew that she needed to get in on the game.

After all, if anyone deserved to be a bridesmaid at her friend's wedding, it was her, and no one would take that right away from her.

Although she had to admit that the brunette was stubborn. Wanda had tried motivational talks, promises you wouldn't turn her down, gift ideas, and even death threats.

"If you don't go and tell her you love her, I swear I'm going to hang you from that tree, Agnes!"

But nothing had worked. Maybe it was time for plan B.

"Y / N" she called when you turned to enter your house

"Yes?" you smiled

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Wanda"

"Between us, what do you think of Agnes?" she whispered, making you frown.

“What?” you asked 

“What do you really think of Agnes?” the redhead asked again. You smiled.

“You know, this is the fifth time someone asks me that this week” you said, making Wanda frown “Is there something I should know?”

“No!” she almost yelled, making you jump. She sighed “Sorry… It’s just...I was just curious, i didn’t know someone else already asked you that, sorry”

“It’s alright, It’s just that I’m starting to worry about it. Why do you care so much about what I think of her? Is something wrong? Is Agnes moving out of town and you wanted me to be the one to make her goodbye speech?” 

Wanda blinked and chuckled. There was a sincere worry on your voice and that just confirmed her that you also felt something for the brunette.

“No, no, she’s not moving” she said, then thought about her friend that was probably emptying her fridge at that moment. “At least not out of town but i think she already moved her things to my basement” she joked and you giggled.

“I’ll bring you more food then, i think you’ll need it” 

“Thank you” she chuckled again before she sighed “Listen Y/N, I asked you what you think about her because I noticed...some things” she carefully said, not wanting to betray her friends’ trust. 

“What kind of things?” you said, already knowing where this was going.

“Well, she’s...different when you’re near” the redhead said

“Different as in she’s planning my murder or different as in she has a crush on me?” you smirked. 

Wanda blinked and you laughed. 

“Wait, wait, wait. You knew?!” she asked, a little shocked “Why didn’t you say something then?” she said when you nodded.

“Because she’s so adorable when she panics and i love seeing her blushing” you shrugged “besides, i want to see who’s going to be best man or bridesmaid at our wedding” 

“You know about that too?!”

“Wanda, I’m Y/N, i know everything” you winked “Speaking of, you should get going and tell Agnes to bring me a ‘your windows are the biggest of the street’ wine or something, because you’re like three points under Dottie”

“A wha- Wait what?! Three points?! Excuse me, I have to go” she said and ran to her house.

Ten seconds later you heard a “Agnes! Get your ass out there and give her this wine!..Because I have to win! That 's why!”

You laughed and entered your house, blowing a kiss to a confused Agnes that was being pushed out of Maximoff’s house with a wine bottle on her hands. The last thing you saw before you closed your door was her adorable blush. 

You loved Westview.

[siriusmydeer]

For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

—0:00

‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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He Was a Sk8r Boi

Happiest of Birthdays and best wishes to one of my most beloved and darling friends on this earth, the fantastical @hailhailsatan ! May your sass never cease.

modern au - college student Jaskier - the Kaer Morons are all skater punks

tw: mild injury (scraped arm)

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Jaskier took a seat on what remained of a crumbling stone bench and pulled his black-and-white composition notebook onto his lap, opening it to the closest blank page. He tugged his favorite pen out from its place of honor behind his ear and waited for inspiration to strike.

And waited.

And waited.

After half an hour of staring into space and getting absolutely nothing written, the frustrated college student stood from his seat and jammed his headphones into his ears. If nature wasn’t going to help finish this stupid poetry assignment then maybe he could find a person or two to observe for inspiration instead. Glancing around the otherwise empty benches and pathways of the public park, Jaskier sighed and shook his head. “Fuck this, I’ll try the other side.”

He pulled his MP3 player out from the pocket of his light autumn jacket and painstakingly scrolled through every song available until finally giving up and pressing the “Shuffle” button. As a heavy, angry guitar riff began to filter through his headphones and lighten the load of the world from his shoulders, Jaskier found himself approaching a half-hearted attempt at a skatepark.

There was one cement half-pipe to his left and a few rails and quarter-pipes scattered around the vicinity, bolted into the ground in a seemingly random pattern. Several oddly shaped cement bowls were sunk into the earth, obviously made to work like ramps but with a larger and less predictable surface area.

There were only three skaters enjoying the park on this particularly grey afternoon, zipping back and forth from one piece of equipment to the next like emo hummingbirds. Jaskier took out his headphones again as he made his way to a nearby bench - wood this time - and casually sat himself down. The skater dudes were yelling back and forth to each other as they swanned over and around the equipment on their boards, mostly insults from what the student could hear.

The loudest of the three had springy orange hair that he wore pulled back into a small, messy half-bun at the top of his head. The rest fell down against the back of his neck in an equally messy sheet, reaching nearly all the way to his shoulders but not quite touching them. He was wearing a bright red t-shirt with a catchphrase that Jaskier couldn’t read and plain denim jeans.

“What the fuck are you doing, Eskel?” he laughed, pointing to the tallest of the group and pulling a face.

“Shut up, Bert,” the brunette shouted back at the redhead, doing a quick kick-flip over the far end of a metal railing. “You can’t skate for shit.”

“I’m better than you!”

The third member of their little gang was the quietest so far and, in Jaskier’s personal opinion, also the prettiest. He had a mass of long white hair that fell all the way to the bottom of his shoulder blades, pointed and stiff in a way that meant it had been straightened and sprayed into submission. The silvery strands were being held out of the stranger’s eyes by a baggy black beanie and Jaskier desperately wanted to know whether or not that hair color was natural (though he heavily suspected that it was not).

The white-haired guy was also the most talented of the three gathered skaters, flying from one end of the half-pipe to the other and landing a few flips in between as if risking his life was as simple as breathing. He wore no knee pads over his ripped black skinny jeans and no elbow pads either; Jaskier noted with a little zing through his nervous system that the skater’s arms were muscled like a Greek statue’s and equally pale.

He was fucking hot.

“Geralt, do a three-sixty!” the redhead jeered, chucking something at the pretty one.

“I can’t land one yet and you know it,” the white-haired guy, Geralt apparently, replied. His voice was low and sonorous and Jaskier nearly fell off his bench in surprise. The student hadn’t realized how far forward he had been leaning in order to listen to their conversation and he scooted back again with a self-conscious little blush. In the distance, Geralt continued. “Why don’t you get up here and try it yourself, asshole?”

“I just fucking might, White Wolf,” Lambert huffed, turning his board back toward the half-pipe and picking up speed. The dark-haired one, Eskel, caught Jaskier’s eye from across the park; the student blushed an even darker shade of red and looked down at his lap to avoid any sort of confrontation. If any of these guys wanted to start a fight with him, Jaskier would surely lose.

By the time the anxious student worked up the nerve to look at them again, Lambert had already climbed to the top of the half-pipe and taken a defensive stance. His eyebrows were furrowed and his arms were crossed over his chest in a projection of almost childish anger. As Geralt came up the cement incline, Lambert lashed out with his foot and kicked the other man’s board out from beneath his feet.

Eskel gave a wordless cry of alarm.

Geralt wavered in the air for a moment - cartoonishly, Jaskier thought, almost like Wile E. Coyote - before plunging to the pavement and rolling limply down the inside of the half-pipe. Eskel chucked a rock at the redhead and started screaming, “Fuck off, dude! You could have cracked his fucking skull! You could have killed Geralt, you absolute cock-toboggan!”

“Fuck! Shit, I didn't-,” Lambert fell on his butt and slid down the ramp to Geralt’s side, kneeling over him with concern written all over his face. “Are you alright, man!?”

Jaskier couldn’t hear if Geralt replied or not, but he suddenly remembered the first-aid kit sitting right there in his bag. Jaskier was a total klutz and tried to keep a handful of bandages and a tube of disinfectant on him at all times just in case he ever needed them. Thank goodness they would be able to come in handy, and for a far nobler purpose than patching up yet another one of his table-smacked knees.

Without thinking any further ahead, Jaskier grabbed the strap of his bag and took off running towards the site of the accident.

“Hey!” he shouted, coming to a stop a few feet away. “I have - uh, I have a first-aid kit if you want to use it.”

“Cool, thanks,” Eskel said, glancing over his shoulder with a curt nod. “Come on over, we don’t bite. Well, I don’t.”

“Dude, I’m so sorry,” Lambert apologized to Geralt once again. When Jaskier glanced over at him, the redhead looked legitimately upset and guilty. Geralt looked up at the newcomer from the pavement, his silver hair spread out around him in mimicry of a halo - the black beanie was lying a few feet away, forgotten or ignored.

Up close like this, the stranger stole the breath out of Jaskier’s very lungs. The man's eyes… His fucking eyes were a gorgeous molten gold in the late afternoon sun, sparking and shining like gemstones. Holding Geralt’s gaze made Jaskier feel as if his very soul was catching fire.

“Do you need a band-aid?” Jaskier asked rather stupidly, holding out the little cardboard box. Geralt nodded stoically.

“I think I scraped my arm.”

“Let me help,” Jaskier said. The student knelt beside Geralt and set the box of band-aids down. He flung open the kit and retrieved some ‘pain-free’ disinfectant, then returned to the box of bandages in search of one without a Disney princess on it. “Do you guys always do this without wearing any protective gear?”

“I’ve got a helmet,” Geralt said. He pointed towards three mismatched backpacks piled near the edge of the pavement; a bright red helmet with several semi-familiar logos stuck to it sat atop one of them.

“It’s very useful over there, keeping your backpack from cracking its skull open,” Jaskier chastised lightly, trying to keep his nerves in check. He was feeling oddly protective of a guy he’d never even met before and it was very fucking weird.

“Sorry,” Geralt shrugged. He was still laying on his back, his topaz eyes flickering between Jaskier’s hands and face. The student applied a thin layer of medical cream to the shallow scrape with shaking fingers and then wiped the remaining goo on his shirt, uncaring of the damage it may have done. He bandaged the minor wound quickly and leaned back, glancing between Lambert and Eskel as if just noticing their presence on either side of Geralt's head.

“Thanks,” Eskel grinned, holding out his hand. “I’m Eskel.”

“Jaskier,” Jaskier replied shyly. “And the loud one is Lambert, right?”

Geralt chuckled from his place on the ground and Jaskier’s heart seized painfully in his chest. What a laugh, ye gods. “Yeah, that’s Lambert. I’m Geralt.”

“Nice to meet you, Geralt,” Jaskier could practically taste the name as it melted across his tongue. “Well, not the nicest way to meet you, but I’m glad I met you all the same. Anyway.”

He stood up with a little grimace and took a step back.

“Where are you going?” Eskel asked. “You came to Geralt’s rescue so I think that means he owes you like, at least an ice cream, or something.”

“Yeah,” Lambert piped up. He smirked at the man on the ground and then turned back to Jaskier, mischief clear in his expression, “Let him take you to get an ice cream.”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” Jaskier squeaked. Then he realized he’d sounded rude and held up his hands as if offering surrender (surrender for what, he wasn't exactly sure), “Not that I wouldn’t like to hang out with you more but I’ve got an assignment due and I’m sure you’re very busy doing skater things and I-”

“Am I not good enough for you?” Geralt asked, finally sitting up. He straightened his arms out behind him and rested there, reclined comfortable, a god in his temple.

Jaskier shot the older man a half-annoyed look, beating back his anxiety with a stick. “I listen to Avril Lavigne. I know not to underestimate pretty skater punks.”

“Pretty?” Geralt raised his eyebrows. Jaskier hid his face behind his hands and turned on his heel.

“Anyway, nice meeting you!” Jaskier shouted, hoping they could hear even if he was facing the opposite direction. He took off toward the edge of the park at a brisk walk, verging on a jog. He needed to go hide behind a tree and cry. What the fuck!? He was terrible at flirting and now he’d gone and ruined his chances with the guy he’d… literally just met. Chill out, he told himself - just before a strong hand clamped down over his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.

“So not ice cream,” Geralt said. Jaskier slowly turned back to face the mostly-stranger. His lip was caught fast between his teeth and Geralt lifted one large hand to gently thumb it free again. “Maybe a boarding lesson, instead? It would give me an excuse to put my hands around your waist and you could put yours on my shoulders.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Jaskier asked. He fluttered his eyelashes and took half a step into Geralt's space.

The broad-shouldered punk smiled down at the Little Mermaid band-aid on his arm and then turned that smile to Jaskier. “Yeah.”

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champagne problems, ch.6

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Six: Do I Wanna Know?: Late nights at the office. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading.   Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: cursing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, mentions of cheating / cheating, this series is a real slow burn babyyy

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A/N: i actually i can't get over all of your support and just the nicest feedback omg !! i hope you like chapter six as much as you liked the others.. ENJOY!

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“Look dad, I can’t really talk right now.” You muttered into the phone. “Don’t tell me you’re working pumpkin.” Your dad responded, a slight hint of fatherly disappointment in his voice. “It’s Friday night. You should be out with Ethan, enjoying your youth!” He exclaimed.

“We just got back from a case so I have a mountain of paperwork.”

“And what does your fiancé have to say about this?”

“He’s working too.”

Anthony sighed on the other line. “At least tell me you’re not in that office all alone.”

“Don’t worry dad, uhm, Spencer is here.” You glanced in the direction of the brunette doctor. He looked up at the sound of his name escaping your lips and a timid smile appeared on his face. Nervously, you smiled back before quickly averting your gaze.

Ever since your slip up on the case, you didn't know how to act around him. You felt incredibly guilty for allowing your emotions get the best of you, and almost ruining the friendship both of you cherish so hard.

Spencer on the other hand, being his usual kindhearted self, didn't let the tense situation change anything. Partially because he felt guilty too, although mainly because he knew that he’d lose you forever if he allowed for one moment of weakness to get between you.

He did everything in his power to make sure things weren't super awkward. He initiated conversation at every opportunity. He brought you coffee in the mornings, and walked you to your hotel room at night. He showed no sign of anger or disdain, yet you remained distant.

“Ah good, good.” Your dad retorted. “Say hello to the brilliant doctor for me, won't you pumpkin.” “I will. Bye dad, love you.” “Love you too.” You hung up the call and placed your phone on the desk. Sighing softly, you ran your fingers through your hair before once again glancing in Spencer’s direction.

The hazel-eyed man was already looking at you. This time, as your eyes locked, your heart skipped a beat.

“My dad,-” You cleared your throat. “My dad says hi.” You repeated the short message making the small smile on Spencer’s face spread a little wider. “Next time you’re talking to him, say hello from me too.” You nodded at his request and with one last shy smile, you turned your attention back to the files spread across your desk.

As you tried your best to focus on the task at hand, Spencer found himself unable to avert his gaze.

It hurt to see you act this way. It hurt to see you hurting.

“Are you hungry?” Spencer asked, making conversation. You shook your head ‘no’ without even looking at him.

The brunette doctor could tell that there was something on your mind. He could also tell it was something bigger than the almost kiss.

He got to his feet and ambled towards you, stopping at the edge of your desk. His sudden closeness, more so the smell of his cologne, caused you to avert your gaze upwards.

“We should talk.” He stated calmly.

“What about?” You played oblivious, blinking up at him.

“About what happened the other day.”

Shit. “I have a lot of work to do Spencer.” You replied quietly, so quiet in fact you weren't even sure he heard you.

“I think this is more important Y/N.” He uttered while pulling up a chair next to you. “You’ve been walking on eggshells around me for days now, and it needs to stop.”

You swallowed your breath. “That’s easier said than done. We almost crossed a line, and I can't help but feel terrible about that. Fuck Spencer, I’m getting married.”

“I know. Which is why almost is the key word there Y/N.” He said. “Plus, don’t forget that you’re not the only person complicit in what happened. I was there too and unlike you, I didn't stop us.”

He was of course correct. Spencer was the voice of reason even back when you were dating. He always did the right thing, and knew exactly how to bring you back to earth - especially when you didn't want to.

You nodded your head slowly. “I-I guess you’re right.”

Spencer smiled at your response. “Of course I am. Now, are we good?” “I guess we’re good.” You repeated. Although your gut was telling you something different.

Spencer sprung to his feet and extended his hand. You furrowed your brows slightly confused. Spencer immediately noticed the perplexed expression and your face and chuckled lightly. “You can’t work on an empty stomach.”

“Sure I can.” You tried to stand your ground but the brunette doctor wasn’t having it. Usually, this is where he’d grace you with a fact or statistic about using your brain while your stomach was empty. But not this time. Without uttering another word, he reached for one of your hands and pulled you up effortlessly.

“Let’s go. Come on.”

Over the next week while everyone cleared out for the evening, Spencer and you remained. To anyone that asked the excuse was of course work. The truth was a lot more complicated.

Although neither of you admitted it, those late nights at the office were the best part of your days. You laughed, ate cheap take out dinners, reminisced, played chess. Spencer taught you card tricks, while you played him newly discovered music. Bliss.

Of course, you could have done all of this either of your homes. Ethan was away at a conference meaning you had the free space, but you couldn't bring yourself to suggest it. Since with every day that passed your feelings for Spencer shifted into something all too familiar. The office was safer. 

“We better get some work done.” You laughed as Spencer threw his arms up to celebrate yet another chess game victory.

“You're just saying that because you lost.” He grinned causing you to roll your eyes. “Have you ever heard of the term ‘sore winner’ doctor? Because that’s what you are.” You said making him laugh.

“Still a winner.” Spencer replied shrugging his shoulders. He opened the drawer of his desk to retrieve a black notebook and grabbed a pen. He flicked briskly through the pages to find the correct one and scribbled down the scores. “This marks my tenth win against you this week.”

“Don’t get cocky genius. I’m not that far behind.” You affirmed.

Spencer’s grin grew a little wider. “Have you ever heard of the term ‘sore loser’ Y/N? Because that’s what you are.” He teased. Laughing, you reached for one of the chess pieces and threw it at the brunette doctor. He caught it with ease and gloatingly stuck his tongue out at you.

“How very mature doctor.” You joked while standing up. You straightened out your skirt and fixed the hem of your shirt before glancing back up at the hazel-eyed man who was watching you intensively. The second your gaze landed on him however, he looked away clearing his throat.

“I should eh, get those boxes back to the file room.” Spencer said while pointing at the stacked cardboard pile.

“I’ll give you a hand.”

“No, no. I can manage.” He replied while getting to his feet. Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the boxes. “Don’t be silly doctor. It would take you at least four trips, and together maybe we’ll manage in two.” You said looking back at him.

The brunette doctor swallowed. Spending this much time with you alone was a dream come true, and he knew he should consider himself lucky. However, with every second that passed he could sense something lingered in the air. The kiss that didn't happen.

It wasn’t a huge issue. As long as the two of you were preoccupied, Spencer’s mind stirred away from wondering about things it shouldn't be. The almost kiss. Yet now he found himself feeling lightly awry of going to the file room with you.

Eventually he nodded and moved toward you, reaching for one of the boxes still on the ground. His heart hammering inside his chest as you looked at him with the prettiest smile gracing your already perfect features.

“This way we’ll be done in no time, and maybe have time for another game of chess.” You stated as you walked ahead to the elevator.

“Another chance for me to beat you.” Spencer replied, trying his best to hide his sudden nervousness.

“Someone’s feeling confident.” You noted while stepping inside the machine. The brunette doctor followed close behind. He pressed the floor button with his elbow and soon the elevator began to move.

Spencer chuckled. “Taking into consideration our past games, the odds are in my favour.”

His eyes locked with yours again. Of course he caught himself staring at times over the last week- how could he not? He knew that you noticed it too, but it didn't seem to bother you. Quite the opposite actually. It ever so slightly made you blush.

“Why didn’t you stop us?” The question escaped you unintentionally. Once you realised you said it, it was too late. Shit.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked, although he knew exactly what was on your mind and your lack of response only proved he was right.

Before he could say anything, deflect perhaps, the elevator stopped on the desired floor. The doors flung open, and you didn't waste any time to hurry out of there - away from the conversation.

“Y/N, wait!” Spencer called after you.

“I shouldn't have said anything.” You replied without looking back at him.

Spencer huffed. He hurried ahead and towered over you, causing you to halt in your spot.

“We were doing good, we had a great week. Can we just forget I even asked that stupid question? It just slipped out and...” You trailed off; hesitantly glancing up to meet his gaze.

“I can tell this is bothering you. I can tell this is obviously still on your mind just like it is on mine, therefore this time we should talk it out.” Spencer retorted.

“Please Spencer, just drop it.” You muttered back. With your mouth pursed into a tight smile, you began to walk around the brunette doctor.

What happened next was a blur.

Faint thud. Clatter. The cardboard container previously in Spencer’s hands was now on the floor, papers spilling out.

He pulled you back. His grip around your arm strong yet not too tight. In the space of a single heartbeat, before you got a chance to react, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.

As Spencer’s hands moved graciously to your face, your grasp on the box loosened and fell to your feet completely betraying your better judgement. Once there was nothing left between you, Spencer pushed himself in closer so that you were now standing chest to chest. Completely melting into one another.

Your instincts were to push him away and tell him to stop. Tell him if what didn't happen last week was wrong then this definitely was too. Instead your fingers tangled in his perfectly messy hair, tugging slightly at the roots. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered harder with each passing second.

Spencer bit your bottom lip causing your mouth to part. His tongue slid inside within an exchange of breaths and attached itself to yours. His hands still holding your face, thumbs gently caressing your flushed pink cheeks.

Without warning, past memories of the two of you in this very position flooded your mind. Spencer and you kissing for the first time outside your old apartment door. Sharing soft comforting moments after particularly tough cases. Leaning across the dinner table at a restaurant, the flickering light reflecting in Spencer’s eyes. In the middle of the street, under the street lamps, as if you were the only people left in the world.

The overpowering euphoria you felt just seconds ago passed and was immediately replaced by guilt.

Both of you pulled away breathless.

“This- I- we- I can’t. I’m sorry.” You blurted out, freeing yourself from his embrace.

The words were painful to say and even more agonising for Spencer to hear. His nose twitched, and his eyes glossed over with tears. However, he didn't protest. He nodded his head in understanding and swallowed his breath.

“Treat it as a goodbye kiss.” Spencer rationalised. “Now, there is nothing holding you back from your happy ever after.”

His lips formed into a thin half-smile before he began to clean up the files currently scattered over the floor.

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. What could you have said? That now there was something holding you back?

You chewed on your lip and wiped the single tear from the corner of your eye before joining him in complete silence.

It was better to leave it alone. Yet another memory - right?

(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day

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A/N: hello friends! i hope you liked this chapter (not a fan of cheating so this was a little hard for me to write but THEY FINALLY KISSED AH !! i’d love to hear your feedback and as always if you would like to be added to a taglist, please let me know. thank you for your continuous support. with love, mal. x

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[volleychumps]

hii! can i get a kuroo or akaashi (up to you hehe) scenario where they got a new manager girl and he is intimidated by her sharp features but then he saw the way she smiles at the other members and he just fell in love with her(灬º‿º灬)♡ thank you in advance! have a nice day and saty safe!(ʃƪ＾3＾）

Due to the use of cute emojis, I will be writing this request with utmost haste.

Enjoy!!

Intimidate. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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“...so what do you think of our new manager?” 

“Lev, you’re absolutely terrible at whispering. Shut up.” 

“Kenma! She might hear you!” 

“I- you know what, I’m leaving. I hope you’re never able to properly receive.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not the kind of guy who was easily intimidated by anything. In fact, he was the kind of guy who dragged his friends into scary movies and haunted houses, willing to step up to the challenge. 

So just what was this?

When Coach Nekomata had waved you inside the gym, you had a solemn expression on your face, your blank gaze reading business. Your features were pretty, no doubt about that, but the way your face seemed to be stiffened into one that screamed of being inconvenienced was enough for Lev to audibly gulp from next to Kenma. But Kuroo being Kuroo first viewed you as he viewed most things: 

a challenge. 

Sidling up to you, Kuroo took the spot next to you on the bleachers smoothly, introducing himself as the captain (to which you briskly nodded in response) and rested his chin on his palm, feral eyes sparkling with interest. 

“So just what in your life was so uninteresting that you needed to come manage this lot of idiots?” 

“...I needed a club activity. It isn’t very nice to call your team idiots, by the way.” 

Your stern tone made Kuroo feel like he was being scolded, and he laughed out loud before noticing you were just simply staring at your clipboard, eyes scanning the plays wordlessly as your face betrayed no emotion. 

“...Right.” Kuroo nods, standing up quickly to walk away from you. “Well, it was nice meeting you...Y/N?” 

“Likewise.” 

And business-like you were. 

Kuroo releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he jogged back to a snickering Yaku, a hand running through his messy raven hair as he glanced back at you. 

A little no fun, aren’t you? 

What these boys didn’t realize it was simply because you were just as nervous as they were, and you didn’t know how to act towards a bunch of boys known for their rowdiness. 

For the first few weeks, you proved to be a pretty efficient manager, some of the boys on your team becoming used to your stiff nature and simply acting friendly towards you regardless. 

“Y/N! Do you need help with the towels?” 

“Morisuke, it’s alright-” 

You were on a first name basis with Yaku?

Kuroo quirked an eyebrow as his friend jogged to meet you before you ducked out into the store room, wondering how Yaku got on your good side while he hadn’t even been able to hold a steady conversation with you after you scolded him. 

Maybe you were finally warming up to the team?

Kuroo continues to watch you come out with a chuckling Yaku, your eyes meeting his quickly before you arch a fine brow in his direction. 

The captain looks away, feeling nervousness rise in his chest.

Scratch that. 

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“SHIT, Lev! Are you okay?!”  

It had been a brutal match, one that led to the usual fast boy’s face getting pummeled with a ball head on in the middle of the second set. His fast reflexes were no match to the speed of the spiker on the other team, who looked a little too proud of himself for knocking the first year off the court. 

Kuroo grits his teeth as Lev struggles to stand. He couldn’t say anything. Foul words would lead to- 

“Are you fucking with me right now?!” 

Hazel eyes blinked, and you were kneeling by Lev’s side with your infamous pointed glare (you had used it on Kenma to get into practice) directed towards the spiker, who deadass gulped in fear of the pointedness of your angered stare. 

Right. You were the manager. What could the ref do to you? Nothing. 

“You better pray that was an accident, number 6! If it wasn’t, what happens to you later- I swear to God- won’t be!” 

“I-It was an accident!” The brunette boy stutters, seeming to curse himself for stuttering. “I-” 

“Not another word.” You hiss, and Nekoma all exchange surprised glances with one another as you used a towel to gently dab at Lev’s nose before pulling him to his feet with a strength no one knew you had. Lev blushes as you wrap an arm around his waist to support him. 

“(Y/N), I still need to-!” 

“Hey.” Your tone was gentle, and your eyes were softer, causing the captain’s jaw to slack slightly as your lips stretched out into something none of them had witnessed before. Ever. 

A smile. 

Lev shuts his mouth, cheeks blooming roses as you offer him your words of comfort. 

“The faster I make sure you’re okay, the faster you’ll be able to come back. I’d rather you leave now with the chance of coming back healed, then stay in and injure yourself more.” 

Lev started to tear up. From frustration or his now-growing crush on you, he couldn’t tell. 

Kuroo smirked a little as you passed by, flashing him a look that said, You better win this, Tetsurou. 

Strangely, the captain was even more energized when he slammed down his spikes, feeling like if he won, maybe he’d get to see it too. And maybe, just maybe.

It would be directed towards him. 

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“Y/N!” 

“Lev, how’s your nose?” 

The game had ended victoriously, and the tall russian boy had come bounding up to you after the bus ride home, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allowed you to assess the bandaging. 

“Go home and sleep. I mean it.” You say, and Lev nods like a little puppy before walking off with a laughing Inuoka.

“That was pretty cool of you, Y/N.” Yaku flashes a thumbs up your way alongside an agreeing Kai, grins on both their faces as you can’t help but managea little one back, causing both boys to drop their grins immediately. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing! I uh, get home safe, Y/N!” Yaku stammers out, dragging a confused Kai with him as he bolts off in the direction of his home, leaving you to notice Yamamoto stammering to himself, a blush on his cheeks as he did so.

“Yamamoto-Kun?” 

“I...I’m really glad you’re our manager!” 

It was your turn to blush as the captain smirks from the side of you, and Kuroo has to swallow thickly when you smile your prettiest smile of the night in all of their direction. 

“I’m glad I am too.” 

Kenma glances at his gaping childhood friend, releasing a little sigh before turning to you. “Y/N-san, could you make sure the gym lights are turned off before you head home?” 

You nod quickly, turning on your heel to break into a steady jog in the gym’s direction as Kenma shoves Kuroo, who was staring at your retreating figure with pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“What are you doing? You look like a creep. Go talk to her.” 

“W-What? Huh? She’s scary, Kenma. Say it with me, scaaaary-” 

“I think it’s more scary that you don’t know what kind of faces you make when you look at her. Now go, I made this opportunity. Don’t be dumb.” 

“...Kenma, that’s like the most you’ve said to me in a week. Are you being a supportive friend right-?” 

“Kuroo, I will not hesitate to call her back this moment-” 

“Right! I forgot something in the gym, you lot head ahead without me!” 

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“Toss me my pads, will you?” 

You jump at the sound of the voice, relaxing slightly when you see that familar head of raven hair. Kuroo smirks, uncrossing his arms as he pushes off his leaning posture on the doorway as you bend and grab his knee pads. 

“...I saw the end of the set when I came back with Lev.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you hand him his pads. “You were really cool. Lev was shouting like a madman, but I don’t blame him.” 

Kuroo’s breath hitches when you lift your face. The once stiff features were completely relaxed, giving way for your prettiness to shine through even more. 

“I’m really, really happy I’m managing this talented team.” 

The captain struggles to find the right words. The thing he said earlier? About the smile before being the prettiest of the night?

He was wrong. 

Your eyes were slightly crinkled, and your lips stretched prettily. For him. Kuroo suddenly sighs, feeling something bouncing around his chest fiercely as he palms his face, covering his eyes.

“K-Kuroo-senpai-?” 

“Kuroo.” The captain says, looking away off to the side with red on his cheeks. “Just call me Kuroo.” 

“Alright Kuroo, can I say something?”

No, you might kill me. 

“Go for it.”

“You lead this team well. I can tell they all look up to you...it makes me feel like I can too. You know? Be apart of something like this?” 

Yeah. You killed him.

“A-Alright, can I say something now?” Kuroo takes a careful step towards you, heart pounding in his chest as you blink at the proximity between the two of you.

“Uh, go for it?” 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” 

Kuroo didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t for you to smile even wider, a bashful blush on your cheeks as it was your turn to look off to the side. The captain feels it all at once. Realization. 

Shit. 

“You think?” 

Shit. Shit.

“Y-yeah.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“I’ll keep that in mind...Kuroo.” Your eyes close when you smile this time, and you make your way around him and out the door, leaving Kuroo to stare at the now empty space before him as he lifts a hand to clench at the clothed part of his chest that covered his now pounding heart. 

He sighs, turning to bolt in your direction. 

“What-?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk home alone, little lady.” 

Yeah. You weren’t a challenge. 

You were something he wanted to pursue. 

[bakatenshii]

Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

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𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

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a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

[idreamofplaid]

Living a Lie

Summary: Sometimes happiness waits on the other side of pain and misunderstanding.

Characters: Sam x Reader; Dean mentioned

Word Count: 3826

A/N: The expansion of my Masterlist continues. This is another one of my early fics that I’ve revised a little and am reposting. At the time I wrote it, I wanted to explore the effect someone’s looks can have on them wherever they may fall on the spectrum of what is considered conventionally attractive.

READER’S POV

There had been a time Sam picked up girls in bars, not with the frequency Dean had, but he'd done it. Now, he was doing it again. Dean had stopped entirely because he was in love, monogamous, and completely happy. Dean spent his nights sharing a bed with his soul mate. Sam prowled bars, and you hid away, alone, in your room.  

Your heart broke again every time Sam didn't come home. The pain was fresh like it was the first time, like somehow your heart had mended, had rebuilt itself just to be shattered again. A heart in pieces leaves an emptiness in the center of your being, but all the broken shards are still there, the sharp edges piercing you from the inside out. That was how it felt when night fell, and Sam wasn’t in the bunker. You knew where he was and what he was doing.

Those were sleepless nights for you, nights spent hearing Sam's voice in your head.  You'd always been too romantic for your own damn good. How could you be sitting here in the dark, back against your headboard, clutching your pillow tightly to your chest while you cried over the loss of a man you'd never had? He wasn't a man you were going to have. You'd seen pictures of Jessica. You just weren't his type. Sure, you could dye your hair blonde. That still wouldn't make you model gorgeous with a perfect body.  

You were smart, maybe not Stanford smart, but who knows? You might have been if you'd actually studied in high school instead of sitting in the back of class scribbling love poems in your notebooks. You had more than one regret and missed opportunity in your life.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Sam's footsteps coming down the hall.  He had to pass your room to get to his. That's when you got your brilliant idea. You jumped up and flicked on the lights, splashed cold water on your face at the sink, and reached for your makeup bag to erase the evidence of your crying.

Minutes later you were knocking on Sam's door. He opened the door dressed for bed, and you smiled your prettiest for him. "Can I come in?" He opened the door wider giving you room to walk inside and stood with his arm over his head, hand on the door as he leaned against it watching you.  

You took a seat on the end of his bed and waited. Sam closed the door and walked closer to the bed. He was still looking at you with an unspoken question in his green eyes touched with warm honey.

He didn't move any closer, and he didn't say anything. Your broken heart made you bold. "Your night didn't go the way you had planned?"

Sam raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Planned?"

"Yeah. You know. You didn't go home with anyone." You looked down as you said it, unable to meet his eyes and say it out loud.

Sam sat down next to you, head bowed, his hand under his hair on the back of his neck. "Uhh...no, I didn't go home with anyone." 

You inched closer to him until your thigh was touching his. He looked at your bare leg and swallowed. You hadn't worn anything to bed but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties. 

"You don't have to spend the night alone, Sam." You reached for his hand and moved it to the inside of your thigh parting your legs slightly. His hand covered a large portion of your leg.  It was warm and solid, and the feel of it made your core quiver.

SAM'S POV

Your skin is so soft, and you smell so good. How am I supposed to resist this? Resist you when I've wanted you for so long? I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry. You should be touched by a man you love, not me. I love you, but you deserve more than something one sided. That's why I haven't said anything or made a move. Maybe I shouldn't have put you on a pedestal, but I did. In my mind, that's where you belong.

I slide my hand along your smooth skin stopping at the top of your thigh, take a deep breath, and pull you closer to me with my other arm so I can kiss you. Your mouth opens under mine, and my tongue eases inside. Everything about you is so sweet. I'll never forget the way you taste. I want to leave some trace of me on you, some mark, some memory that you were mine for a little while. I pull you down on the bed with me and roll on top of you.

My kiss gets deeper; you accept it and respond. My hand is moving over your hip and under your shirt. I'm already halfway to hard. My hand is resting on your waist, and I keep kissing you, taking it slow.

I've thought about kissing you so many times, but my imagination never got it right.  My hand continues its move up your body over your stomach, and I feel you pull back the tiniest bit. Alarm bells go off in my head. You're beneath me, in my arms. I want you so much, but if you’re not absolutely sure….  I pull back and look at you. "I can't do this, Y/N."

The expression on your face sent a pain straight to my heart. The next thing I felt was your hands pushing against my chest. "Get off of me!" I sat back, and you were off the bed instantly, glaring at me through tears. 

"Really, Sam? Am I that much of a disappointment? Just tell me I'm not good enough for you. Just tell me!" You stormed across the room fumbling with the doorknob before you managed to get it open.  

You turned back to me. I was frozen in place trying to absorb the shock of being snatched out of the soft, perfect dream that I'd been lost in seconds before. "Go back to the bar, Sam. It's early. I'm sure there are plenty of tall blondes there with long legs, or petite brunettes, or whatever the hell you want. Take your pick; you can, and I'm sure she'll be happy to satisfy you."

The slamming of the door got my brain working again. I almost fell off the bed in my hurry to get to you, to explain. By the time I got the door open, there was no sign of you in the hall. I ran toward your room calling your name. When I got there I wanted to crash through the door, but I controlled my near desperation to let you know what I truly felt, that I would never think you weren’t good enough. It’s me who isn’t good enough for you.

I knocked on the door. Seconds passed. You weren't going to answer it. I didn't blame you, believing what you did. "Y/N. Y/N. Please. You don't understand. Let me explain.  It's not what you think. At all. It's nothing like what you think."  

READER'S POV

Sam had stopped knocking on the door, but he hadn't stopped talking. You were leaning against the door listening. "Please let me in, Y/N. I'll tell you everything. Just let me in." He sounded genuinely upset.

Even now, after what he'd done, you still wanted to comfort him. You wanted to take the hurt from his voice. Slowly, you opened the door. His chest was rising and falling fast. This really had affected him. That didn't make sense. You'd offered him sex. Scratch that. You'd offered him you, and he wasn't interested. Now, he was upset?  You saw the relief wash over his face. "Y/N?"

In a flat voice you said,"You can come in." He stepped just inside the room. You walked to the bed and sat down. "Stay over there."  

Sam folded his hands in front of him, drawing your attention to the bulge that was still in his pajama pants. He focused on the floor in front of where you were sitting. "Why did you do it, Sam? Do you know what it feels like to be cast aside like that?" You swallowed and shook your head, fighting back another wave of tears. "No, you don't, because practically every woman that sees you wants you. If you spend the night alone, it's because you choose to."

He raised his head to look straight into your eyes. "I've chosen to spend a lot of nights alone. Do you know why?" He paused. "Because I met you. I started noticing these little things about you like you chew on your bottom lip when you're trying to figure something out. You run your hands through your hair and put it behind your ears all the time; it's enough to drive a guy crazy. You always eat your French fries first. When you want to relax or calm down, you listen to rain or ocean waves. Then one day you smiled at me like you had probably hundreds of times before, but that time was different. That time I felt my stomach do a little flip, and I knew I was in love with you."

A tear slipped down your cheek. Sam's voice was deep and gentle as he kept talking.  "Then Dean got married, and right in front of me every day I saw what it was like to share your life with someone. He had everything I wanted. My brother was happy."  

Sam looked up to the ceiling; tears collected in the corners of his eyes. He looked back down, blinked, and they fell. Then he raised his eyes back to yours. "So, I started going to bars because it was too hard to be here, but I was never going to find what I was looking for there because it was already here, and I knew it. I wanted to be with you."

"Sam?" His name came out of your mouth as a whisper. 

"The problem was you didn't want it. I saw your reaction when waitresses would flirt with me at the diners we went to. You'd tense up or get fidgety. You didn't like it. You thought I was one of those guys who likes to play those games, using my looks to stroke my own ego."

You put your hand over your mouth and held it there before you moved it down to your chin, fingers shaking. "Sam, I never thought that about you. I thought I could never measure up to those women who were flirting with you. That’s what I didn’t like, that I was someone who could never get your attention." Your hand was shaking harder now.

Sam crossed the room in three steps and wrapped his arms around you.  He held you and rested his chin on top of your head. "Don't you know you're beautiful, Y/N?"  

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with tears. "How would I know that, Sam?  No one has ever told me." He squinted his eyes slightly and brushed the tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "And, if that's what you thought then why did you stop?" Your voice caught, and your words came out unsteady. "I was going to give myself to you." You were shaking in his arms.

Sam stroked your hair, touching you like you were precious. It made you cry even more. His voice was steady and soothing. "Shhh. That's why I couldn't do it. You should only give yourself to someone you love as much as I love you. Anything less than that isn't the way it should be for you. It isn't what I want for you." He placed a single kiss on top of your head.

You lay your hand on his chest where you had shoved him earlier, so close to his heart.  "Sam, I do love you."

SAM'S POV

Your touch was light, and your hand felt tiny on my chest. I held you tighter, processing what you'd just said. After a few seconds, I pulled back from you far enough to see your face. The truth was in your eyes; I could see it. You do love me. 

I knew this kiss was important. We would remember it for the rest of our lives, talk about it in the middle of the night when we settled back into bed after one of us got up to take care of our baby. I barely touched your lips with mine at first, but it wasn't long before everything I felt for you that I'd kept bottled up inside came out in that kiss. My hands were holding your face, and I slid one of them into your hair. You felt so warm and willing. My body was responding to you, hardening again.

Your hand rubbed down my side grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt. You started to pull it up. I broke the kiss long enough to take it off, then my mouth was back on yours. I felt your hands on my back, and I wanted to feel your skin. I rested my cheek against yours, slowly easing my hand back under your shirt where it had been before. I whispered to you "Is this okay?" I kept my hand still, waiting for your answer.

I felt you tremble. "My body isn't what you're used to, Sam."  

I brushed my fingertips across your stomach looking for any sign that you didn't want me to. "You're perfect, Y/N. I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are." I felt your head nod against mine, so I moved my hand up a little higher and cupped your breast. You sucked in a breath and let it out in a tiny gasp. I kneaded gently, moving my thumb back and forth across your nipple until it was hard. You arched your back,  rolled your hips, and let out the sweetest, softest moan I could have ever imagined. The way you sound is beautiful. I did the same with your other breast, kissing your neck while I touched you.

All your little moans and noises had me totally hard and throbbing for you. I moved my hand back down your stomach and under the waistband of your panties. You whimpered when I slid my finger between your folds, and you were so wet your juices were running over my hand. Avoiding your clit for now, I put one finger inside you and your moans got louder. "Sam."

I moved that finger in and out, establishing a rhythm. "I've got you, Y/N." You were tight around just my finger, and my dick twitched. I added another finger, taking all the time you needed to stretch you and get you ready for me. I held you close while I pumped them into you. When you were writhing against me,  I touched my thumb to your clit and started making little circles. Then I changed the motion, dragging my thumb over your clit in time with my fingers moving in and out of you.  When I thought you were ready, I added a third. You clenched around my fingers and tightened your hold on my shoulders. The feel of your hands clutching me like that made me moan, imagining what you would do once I was inside you.

I went back to making circles, faster this time. "Let go, Y/N, let go." You came on my fingers, your nails digging into my shoulder. I worked you through your orgasm then put both of my arms around you. You were panting. I kissed you,taking those little breaths into me. I could still feel you shaking in my arms. "I love you, Y/N. I love you."

I held you until you stilled in my arms and were calm again. You shifted, sitting back and looking at my chest. You reached out and touched me gingerly. "I'm sorry I pushed you off me the way I did." You leaned down kissing the places on my chest where your hands had pushed against me.

When you sat back, I put my hand under your chin tilting your face up. "Let me see you, Y/N." You only hesitated a second before you lifted your shirt over your head and put it down beside you. I think I held my breath when you reached to take off your panties. You are beautiful. Your body is all feminine, soft curves I want to kiss and caress. Seeing you makes me harder. The tip of my cock is leaking; I feel it. You lift your hips and slide your panties down your legs.

My mouth drops open, and I Iick my lips pulling the bottom one into my mouth. I can see the uncertainty on your face. "Do you trust me, Y/N?"

You close the distance between us and lay your head on my chest. "Yes." It may only be one word, but it's exactly what I need.  

I put my arms around you, my hands on the bare skin of your back, and I lower you gently to the bed. "I'll make this good for you; I promise." I take your earlobe into my mouth sucking lightly. "You are beautiful, Y/N, and sexy. Do you know how much I want you?" I push my pelvis against you, so you can feel my erection. "That's because of you. It's for you." I move my mouth down the side of your neck, kissing you the entire way. Your skin is sweet; it occurred to me then that I'll fall asleep tonight with the taste of you on my tongue.

I kiss my way across your shoulder. Then I lift my head to put my mouth on your breast. I start by kissing a soft circle around the edge then move to the center to flick my tongue over your nipple. My lips close around you and start to suck. A groan escapes from my throat, deep and full of need. I'm so hard for you now that I don't know how much longer I can take this, but I will.

I move my mouth to your other breast, careful of my teeth. Tonight I'm making love to you slowly, gently, and completely. I want you to forget that I've ever been with anyone but you. I want you to understand who you are to me and never again feel the need to compare yourself to another woman. I swirl my tongue around and over your nub until it stands up firm in my mouth, my fingers rolling your other nipple still moist from my mouth keeping it just as tight.

You're squirming under me. I lick down the center of your stomach right to your core, and you open your legs for me. I put my hands on your hips to hold you still. You are so wet my face is covered in your slick as soon as my tongue touches you, and I drink in everything you give me. My tongue is flattened against your clit. I’m stroking it slow,  teasing before moving down to push my tongue inside you. I thrust it as deep as I can go. Your voice is pleading with me. "Sam. Sam." I go back to your clit, pointing my tongue and moving over it as fast as I can. You're fisting the sheets.

"Put your hands in my hair, Y/N. Hold me where you want me." You did exactly what I said and pulled my hair hard. That turned me on even more. You were close to coming again. Your thighs were shaking. I put two fingers inside you and crooked them rubbing your g-spot until you fell apart. I kissed your stomach softly while you came down from your orgasm, keeping my fingers inside you. "You are beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely perfect."  

Your expression is gentle and a little blissed out from the two orgasms, but your words are clear and certain. "Sam, I want all of you. I want you to come inside me. Give me what I gave to you." I kissed you one more time just below your belly button then stood up long enough to take off my pants. Naked, I crawled back up your body and propped myself on my forearm so I could brush your hair off your cheek. It amazes me that every part of you is just so soft.

 My face was just inches from yours. I was memorizing the way you looked right now.  "Are you sure?" Your eyes were filled with everything I'd ever wanted to see there.  Love. Trust. Desire.  

"Yes." You lay your hand on my cheek. “I’m completely sure.”

I couldn't take my eyes away from yours as I lined myself up with your opening.  I wanted to see the look on your face when I entered you for the first time.

READER'S POV

You felt the end of Sam's shaft touch you. The way he was looking at you made you feel wanted and, yes, beautiful. You felt the stretch as he pushed inside. He stopped with just the tip, letting you get used to his size. Your eyes closed and fluttered back open. "I love you, Sam." He slid in another inch.

"I love you too, Y/N.”  He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside you.  He started to move, and you grabbed onto his shoulders. His thrusts were so deep they were hitting your cervix. Your walls tightened around him. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right. He moved faster then slowed down. "I don't know how much longer I can last, Y/N. I'm so close."

Through all your pants and moans you managed to say, "You don't need to. Just love me. Don't hold back."  

He pumped into you deep and fast. You felt him throb releasing his seed into you. "Sam!" You scratched down his back. "I'm coming again. Sam." You squeezed your eyes shut tight. Everything went black. Then you felt him rolling over, bringing you with him so that your body was part way on his, and he was cradling you against him.  

You lay with your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat for a long time. Finally, it slowed back down to its normal rate. Sam was combing his fingers through your hair.  "Can you forgive me, Y/N? All those nights I wasn't here, I should have been."

You snuggled closer into him. "You didn't owe me anything, Sam. There's nothing to forgive. Just don't ever do it again. Let me be enough. I want to be enough for you."

"You're everything, Y/N.  Everything."

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