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asterjennifer · 3 years ago

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Hi!

Can i request suit saeran pretend ray for get attention of the mc. he is just want some comforting of mc , but too "strong" for accept this.🤲 and I'm so love your se saeran with his unknown's energy.��

all the best to you

🎀 Nawwww thank you~ That's kind to say. And I like the idea, I mean, he even does that at the beginning of the BE2! So this is even something cannon lol 🎀

Disgraceful Truth

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Suit Saeran x Reader

Category: Angst

Wanrnings: Referenced abuse, embrace of death

Word count: 2645

Author's Note: Suit's Ego is so fragile, I'm sure if this backfires, it would hurt him deeply..

Summary: You're a toy without brain. It shows so bad.

You even believe it when he dresses up like Ray.

But that funny plan inside his head backfired hard.

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You're so stupid.

There's no brain behind that dull face of yours, only a big and empty void that's unable to comprehend the most obvious signals.

It's comedic, really. A toy so dense that it's unable to tell when life's at the edge of the cliff, like there's nothing in the whole wide world able to break it apart.

Seeking closure despite the constant reminders shoved back into your face, always ending up as some useless pile of nothing. There's no value for you, your mere existence is a disgrace.

Crying your eyes out. Saying sorry more times than the people at Mint Eye preached over their years living here. Trying so hard to play the poor, little victim of circumstances.

It shouldn't have surprised Saeran you're a female copy of Ray. That weakling and your whiny ass had so many things in common, it's like that dead spirit possessed your body instead.

The thought alone let his skin crawl with disgust. You're so weak and worthless, how have you survived for so long? It's nothing but a waste of space to keep you.

You're intentionally embarrassing him by keeping you. Your stupidity is an insult to both him and the Savior.

It's pissing him off so much.

That's why you deserved only the torture, maybe one day your bird-brain would come to understand just how meaningless your life had been from the day you're born.

Good. He thought while walking down the corridor, a resentful grin tugging on the corners of his mouth while pulling these clothes right. You deserve nothing but sadness.

Although he absolutely despised this clothing style, it's childish and ridiculous to the bone, he needed to wear them for one last time.

Afterwards he's going to burn them right in front of your ugly eyes, just like the rest belongings holding Ray's name. But this. He held back the low chuckle, the imagination alone's hideous.

In front of the door, he knew all too well, Saeran stopped in order to breathe through. This will be fun! Once you realized what's actually going on, you'd cry the soul out of your body when getting tricked.

It came to him last night after hanging up on you, watching that undesirable face twist with a new wave of pain, he couldn't stop his laughter when seeing it. Did you forget he could watch? Or did you not understand at all?

But Ray's name left you in agony.

That nuance of a hacker's gone for good, Saeran told you hundreds of times. By now you stopped asking after Ray, but he knew. You're still waiting. Still praying for Ray to come back and rescue you.

The exact moment it made click, the idea so funny when remembering how pained you were by just mentioning that dead spirit. He could spare time and play with you for once.

You flinched by the soft knock at your door, you didn't expect someone to continue treat you like an human being. Huh...? Anxiety spread through your stomach. Something gut wrenching's going to occur, you're certain.

Ever since you gave into Saeran's cruel act of humiliation, you've been left with nothing but bad thoughts and feelings. The days became weeks, feeling like endless months.

Because Saeran didn't love you.

Ray had, as obsessive as his love had been. But the boy with a passion for flowers seemed to share the connection you discovered after a couple of days. It had been delightful to spend time with him.

It's shameful to fall in love with your kidnapper after a couple of days of sweettalk. Yet you couldn't help but long for him.

You didn't move from the spot on the bed, worried from head to toe someone other than Saeran's searching your attention. What if it was Rika? Coming to cleanse you by her own hands? Or sending one of her Believers to do it instead?

Ever since Saeran woke up, you experienced pure hurt. A kind of pain only he could put you through, considering he's still a part of Ray. He's the same man that once treated you like the beautiful princess.

"Come... in.."

Your voice's rough in your own ears, probably due to the fact you haven't spoken much since days. Saeran loved seeing you break down systematically, therefore he played all these different games with you.

No food until you practically laid dead on the ground, no escape from the room he escorted you as it's so lifeless and colorless. He called to taunt you, left messages to remind you of your nasty fate and had fun throwing insults at you.

But what actually hurt were the times he refused your affection. Called your words delusional when caring for him. Saeran said it himself, he's disgusted by you.

So why are you still alive?

Someone cracked the door open, yet your stare's glued to the sheets underneath your agonized body. Don't look.. Repeating these words for your own sake, you waited. Not wanting to risk any further safety.

"(N)...? Is it really you? Right?"

An ice-cold shiver ran down your spine, the unbelief paired with that little quavery tone of voice made you snap your head back up. No way... You're frozen in time, everything appeared to move in slow motion.

It's Ray.

His clothes, that formal combed hair he used to wear after your arrival. The blue rose attached to his magenta-colored suit and the black leather gloves covering his bad habit of chewing on nails. Even his eyes were at the bridge of tears.

At first you couldn't believe it, how was it possible? Saeran promised Ray's gone for good and that there's nobody who would ever care for you again. But he's clearly standing there, looking like he's about to suffer a panic attack.

"(N)! (N) I'm so, so sorry! You've been in pain, haven't you!?"

As he took a step closer to the bed, the paralysis wore off and allowed you to jump from the mattress. Your heart slipped into your pants the moment you managed to stumble froward into his arms.

He gasped, probably didn't expect you to fall around his neck, there it was again. The smell of fragrance resembling the flowers in the garden, the hesitation in the movements when coming close to you.

You cried by how happy you were.

"Ray...! Ray I've– I missed you so much!"

You sobbed and sniffed, the long days of degradation, abuse and pain rose all into your throat at once. Suffocating your lunges until it felt difficult to breathe in the first place.

"R-Ray... Ray I'm sorry— Ray p-please.. I'm so tired and painful.. I was thinking I die h-here.."

There's no going around speaking the fears and the worries that plagued your head day and night. Taking away the rest time in the moments where Saeran was too busy to answer or play with you.

"I-I thought– Saeran... He hates me! He just hates me s-so much a.. and– It hurts so bad. Do you h-hate me, Ray?? Why d-did he hate me?"

You clung onto his suit tighter, in the need of hearing his heart beat for stability. Feeling his body being alive and functional regardless who's possessing it. He's always so fragile and thin, you wished you could've cooked a meal for him.

"What did I d-do wrong..? I.. I just.. I'm so scared f-for us! I'm gonna die and– and you're still trapped in h-here, I don't know.."

Please tell me... Your inner voice begged to Ray, explaining just a tiny bit of the reason as to why Saeran came to hate you without ever getting to know you. He's a part of the other, surely he's holding the answer.

The whispers of yours hurt your heart.

Your eyes felt irritated by the immense number of tears, you're able to hear the tearing sound ripping through your chest, aware that you'll never get out of this place alive. Especially not with Rika's hand basically grabbing Ray and Saeran's neck.

"I w-wanted to help you... B-But Saeran doesn't like m-me.. I don't know what to do. I'm too weak to get you out anymore.."

The bitter taste spreading across your tongue's sickening to the stomach, it twisted painfully since it's running empty for quite a while. You're tempted to throw up all that's left inside at times. As Ray didn't respond, you nuzzled more into his arms.

Although he's not hugging you back, you put your arms carefully around his body underneath the suit. He's warm even though his body always got punished with cold showers. Comfort... It's the affection you've been trying to give for weeks.

"I-I'm sorry I can't.. You a-and Saeran, both. You.. You mean s-so, so much to me! But.."

The truth trailed off into silence. I wish I could've been stronger... Saeran cursed you dozens of times because of your weakness overweighting everything else of your personality. And sadly, he's correct. He saw what the truth is.

A smile filled with fatigue crept over your lips. Oh well... You thought absent-minded, thinking through all the possibilities that are open for Saeran and Ray, even if they couldn't see them yet.

You pressed your forehead to his shoulder, enjoying his presence after so long. It felt like ages the last time he touched you with fondness. Or smiled a sweet, shy smile into your direction.

"I don't think.. I stay alive much longer. But.. Saeran should have his dream come true, just like you. You both deserve it.."

It's not as bad when imagining his future outside, gifted with freedom to look at the clouds all day and enjoy ice cream. It looked so innocent, so cute. It's not so painful anymore.. Now that you're picturing his happiness.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

Unsure how Ray would react to such intimacy given the situation's not the best either, you couldn't stop yourself. It's been too long the last time you showed him love.

"Thank you... for coming again one last time. You can't stay, right? It's the side effects, isn't it? Regardless."

Surely his presence wouldn't last much longer. The times you were capable to get Ray back into the conscious state, he'd been gone just as fast.

And Saeran hated you even more.

That man probably felt aggression when thinking of you, by how much you messed up and continued to ruin. However, you couldn't stop. You wanted him to know you love him.

"Please... Be nice to Saeran, okay? He's just–.. He deserves compassion as well. He's a very strong fighter. And you are too!"

They're the same person, that's an acknowledgement you made too late, it took you a bit too much time to realize that Saeran shared the same fears and believers as Ray had, shown differently, yet they're still the same.

Your strength to stand left your system, it's a real challenge keeping your eyes open. Be safe, Ray. Saeran. You slowly let go of his waist before falling backwards onto the bed again.

"Haha, sorry. I'm.. a bit drained. But be kind to yourself, okay? Keep yourself safe. I'm sure... You find your way even without me."

Of course, the thought of dying in here's horrible. It left the hair on your neck to stand up and make you feel dirty in the process, but it's not the world.

He stormed out of the room.

Your vision turned from the jerking movements you've done, but it's clear that Ray turned on his heels to storm out of the room again.

A moment of silence passed you by, breaking your head as to why he ran out. Wasn't he concerned about you? Maybe he remembered work he's required to finish. Or Ray saw he needed to finally get away.

Your stomach dropped by the image flashing in front of your eyes. Rika punishing Ray for coming back out and see you, even. That's screaming trouble for the tender hacker.

Hopefully it's nothing like that... You thought, the voice inside your head as tired as you felt. After you laid back down, you fell asleep due to the lack of power in your body.

You've accepted that you're going to die.

Saeran closed the door of his room quietly, drawing attention of outsiders was the last thing he's looking forward to deal with. So, it did work. He realized.

You knew you're weak. You sounded like you've given up on the idea of staying alive much longer, you did understand the times he told you to rebirth again.

Saeran stared down at his hand, clamming around the doorknob while his head's heavier than steel. Show him compression? You, from all people, saying he deserves any kind of compassion?

You thought he's really Ray again, as he suspected. This is... His heart hammered against his chest because of these countless emotions rushing through his veins in seconds.

What you said, it wasn't what he expected. Not even remotely. You are still hopeful after all, Saeran figured you gave up on everything regarding yourself and him a long time ago. He thought you left the care behind. But you're still praying for him?

More importantly, for Ray and him?

The sweat ran down his temple, eyes focused on the doorknob albeit unable to receive anything other than blurred colors of his surroundings. No, that's how it should be!

You're supposed to never stop loving that idiot Ray, so Saeran gets the fun out of torturing you with these stupid feelings. You actually acknowledged your place even with hope sticking to your back like a parasite.

You're still you. Truly.

What should he do now? You've been giving the illusion of someone who gave up on life ages ago, yet the truth is the complete opposite. He's so sure no pain reached inside anymore, given how empty your responses were.

On the contrary, it's probably as painful as it had been the first day you met him. Saeran knew the agony of never-ending hurt like the back of his head.

The elixir rose up his throat without warning, Saeran lifted his head a bit in order to make sure he wouldn't throw it up. Fuck.. He hissed through his teeth. He'd been guessing wrong.

You did fell for him along this ride of fear. You tried to get him out of here, regardless if it's Ray or him you're facing. There's buried hope and love hidden away because of his deeds. You're hoping, despite him ripping the ground from under your feet.

There's light, the same that had greeted and embraced Ray. You're sure you're going to die soon, all due to his actions. But even that's not enough to make you hate him.

In fact, you thought he hated you.

Saeran lowered his head, breathing in the air that's thicker than blood. His fingers freezing cold around the burning piece of metal. He should go back and work, there's still tons waiting to be finished.

I can't.. He's frozen in place, unsure why so, even. The more he thought about it all, the hotter the anger boiled up and bubbled under his skin.

You really did care, it's not empty words in order to wrap him around your finger and take advantage of him. How could it be? After what took place there, you thought he's Ray. And you trusted Ray with everything.

Saeran gritted his teeth, ignoring the heat steaming off his eyes and burning his retina. He admitted bitterly. You did love him, didn't you. And you still do, don't you. You loved Ray as much as you loved Saeran.

There's a nothingness around his room, quietly and slowly creeping in at him. He shouldn't have done this trick and make you spill your heart, or at least reveal to what kind of monster you're talking to. But you didn't realize.

You're so stupid.

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thefreakydeaky · 3 years ago

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Just Between Us

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader x Santiago Garcia smut

A/N: I don't usually go here , but...

A girl and her bestie walk into a bar... What sounded like the set up of a joke was actually the beginning of the story of how you had met Benny, Frankie, Santiago, and Will. You had gotten drunk together that first night and had so much fun that you proceeded to make a bi-weekly tradition of it. Will and your friend, Yesenia got together soon after that night. That was how you found yourself sitting around the fire pit in Santi's backyard on many a friday night.

Tonight, you were freezing your ass off in the late January chill and thus had tucked yourself between Frankie and Santi for warmth. Classic rock played low on a blue tooth speaker while you talked and joked around. You saw Yesenia kiss Will on the cheek. The look he gave her was filled with an adoration she deserved. You were happy to see it.

"I wanna make a toast," Benny said suddenly.

You all quieted down at his serious tone.

Ben held up his beer.

"To Yesenia, thank you for taking the stick outta my brother's ass."

You grinned and shared a look with your friend as the boys laughed.

"Yeah yeah, you're real funny, Ben." Will shook his head, but smiled all the same.

"You mean, Will wasn't always like this?" Yesenia inquired.

Santi chuckled.

"He was a lot less fun."

"Really, Man? A lot?" Will griped.

Frankie shrugged, his eyes full of mischief.

Santi was about to speak, when you shifted your foot, knocking over your drink by his feet.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" You smiled apologetically.

He squeezed your hand lightly.

"Don't worry about it, Beautiful."

He winked at you.

"You want another one? What were you drinking?" Frankie asked, getting up from his chair.

"Some of that vanilla rum with coke, please? Thanks."

Santi got on his feet.

"I'll get it."

"No, I'll get it."

You watched their weird little race down the yard to the patio table and shook your head, amused.

"Hey, Y/n." Yesenia called your attention.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ever gonna stop playing with them and choose one?"

You gasped in shock then choked on the breath you had just taken.

"Wh-what?"

Your friend gave you a knowing look.

"What are you-I'm not playing with-He's not into me like that!" You protested.

"Which one?" Yesenia pressed.

"Neither! Neither one is into me."

Benny snorted at that.

"You have both of 'em scrambling to do whatever it is you want them to do. I'd say their pretty interested."

Will shook his head in agreement.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Both Frankie and Santi were ridiculously attractive. Frankie was tall and lean and you found his aquiline nose and strong jawline incredibley handsome. Then there was Santi with his dark eyes and thick thighs. He was so damn sexy, he could make you blush with just a look. Now, you didn't think of yourself as completely hideous, but for two men who looked like that to be interested in you? Well, that was new for you.

Both men returned with a drink in hand.

"Santi put in too much rum." Frankie held out the cup to you.

"I think what Frankie meant to say is, he didn't pour enough rum."

The hopeful looks on their faces started a light fluttery feeling in your belly.

You accepted both drinks.

"Thank you."

Frankie's little smile made his dimples appear.

Santi's grin set those butterflies in your tummy to fluttering again.

***************

Will and Yesenia left first and Ben soon followed. You would have left too if Santi hadn't pulled you aside.

"Can I talk to you?"

You nodded.

You were surprised to see Frankie had stayed behind too.

"So, we've been going around in circles for a while here and I think it's time we sort it out." Santi said looking at you steadily.

"I really like you, Y/n."

"I do too." Frankie put in.

You weren't drunk, but you had a rule. You never had more than two drinks without drinking a glass of water. Your tongue got loose when you went passed those two. I shouldn't have drank both rum and cokes. You thought as the words you had just said processed seconds too late to take back.

"You don't know which one of us you want..." Frankie repeated uncertaintly.

"Or do you want both of us?" Santi asked his eyes searching your face.

"I-Well, yeah." You admitted, ducking your head sheepishly.

You didn't see the look that passed between them. It was a look that both asked the question and confirmed the answer. Frankie moved directly in front of you. His large fingers tilted your face up. His toffee colored eyes gazed into yours for a moment before he kissed you. His lips were gentle against yours. You gladly accepted the tender embrace.

When Santi kissed you, you were pliant under his touch. His kiss was ardent. His tongue swept into your mouth. You became enamored with the taste of him.

You hadn't had a threesome before, but being with these two men somewhow felt right.They both wanted to make you come undone and were more than upto the task.

You stumbled to Santi's bedroom, undressing on the way. Frankie helped you shed your blouse as you undid his belt. You left a trail of clothing in your wake. As you reached the foot of the bed, Santiago unclipped your bra. You slipped it off and then your panties.

Frankie kissed you intoxicatingly slowly. Your lips moved in sync with his. Santiago's hands roamed your body, caressing your rolls and curves, sliding up your belly to massage your breasts. You could feel his thick hard cock against your ass.

"Can you feel what you do to me, Hermosa?" Santi asked his deep voice sent a little shiver of excitement through you. He took one of your hands in his and placed it on his hard on. You began to stroke his cock. Frankie peppered kisses along your neck and chest. You were directed to lay down and did so. Santi kneeled at the foot of the bed. In your eyes he found a burning hunger he hoped he could satisfy. Santi pressed feather light kisses to your hips. His dark eyes gazed into yours before he leaned in and lapped at your pussy. You gasped in delight at the intense feeling of pleasure. He smirked up at you obviously pleased with your reaction. His hands firmly gripped your hips as he adjusted his position. Frankie came to your side. His hand massaged one breast while he sucked lightly at the nipple of your other breast.

Santi lapped at your wet heat eagerly. Long lingering strokes of his tongue made you tremble.You fought the urge to grind yourself against his tongue. He sucked at your clit and you cried out.

Frankie continued his minstrations as Santi stood and gripping his dick in one hand, lined the head up with your vagina. He thrust slowly into your pussy. His width had you spreading your legs wider to ease his entrance. He kept his pace slow. Heat lingered where he touched you along your hips and thighs.

"Tell me how it feels, Baby." He panted, gliding in and out of you.

"So good. Feels so good." You moaned.

"Yeah?" He fucked deeper into your cunt.

Frankie kissed you. The kiss was fervent and sloppy.He moaned into your mouth, the lascivious sound made you clench around Santi's cock.

"Fuck." He groaned.

"Mmm... harder." You begged. "Harder, please."

He obliged, eagerly, his hips pistoning into yours.

"You hear that, Frankie?" He grunted.

"Yeah, such a good girl." Frankie cooed caressing your face.

Your finger tips traced the outline of his lean muscular chest. His breath hitched as you reached for his erection and let him thrust into your hand.

Frankie moaned as you tightened your grip on his erection. You clenched harder around Santi's cock. He pumped into you once, twice. Then he pulled out and came over your pussy , his cum painting your labia.

He gave you a searing kiss before he stepped off to the side and let Frankie take his place.

Frankie angled his hips and drove into you in one stroke. His hips moved in a quick rythm, fueling your desire. Just the thought of how much they wanted you was a turn on.

"Whose pussy is this, huh?"

You called his name as you reached down and ran your fingers over your cum covered clit.

"Louder, I can't hear you." Frankie's gruff voice panted in your ear.You were so wet. Santi's guttural moans of pleasure made you even wetter.Frankie's long cock dragged along the walls of your pussy as he thrust in and pulled out of you. The wet suction noises were getting you hotter.

"Frankie, it's yours. My pussy is yours. Fuck!"

He angled his hips in just the right way to hit your g spot. You cried out.With each thrust his shaft stroked that oh so sensitive place inside you. Your toes curled.He looked at you through hooded eyes, taking his pleasure as he gave you yours.His tan skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your hands roamed over his pecks.

"God you look so gorgeous like this." Santi groaned from beside you.

You turned to watch him work his thick cock. His hand moved quickly along his shaft. Your eyes met his chocolate brown eyes and you moaned as Frankie's thrusting became rougher.His hips rolled into yours. He ground himself against you, the friction further stimulating your clitoris.

You locked eyes with Santi as his orgasm took hold. He shuddered and groaned as cum dribbled out of his cock and onto his hand.

The sight sent you over the edge. You clenched around Frankie's dick, your eyes rolled back in your head as a gradual wave of euphoric rapture came over you. Frankie's hips shook, thrusting once more into you before he filled you with his cum. The sensual feeling danced along your skin like static electricity for a long time afterwards.Frankie smiled softly at you. He rolled onto his back to lay down beside you.

"That was..." You searched for a word fitting of your experience.

"Better than you expected?" Santi offered.

You turned onto your side to allow him to get into bed behind you.

"When I said I didn't know which one of you I wanted to sleep with, I had no idea both was an option."

Frankie chuckled lightly.

"Neither did I."

"So you've never done this before?"

"Nope." Frankie answered.

"Never." Santi wrapped an arm around your middle.

You felt his warm lips against your shoulder as he pressed kiss after kiss to your skin.

"But would you do it again?"

"For you? Definitely."

Frankie nodded in agreement.

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Santiago Garcia x Reader #triple frontier #Frankie x Reader #Santi x Reader

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marzipanandminutiae · 4 years ago

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Could you explain more about how Victorians saw Regency/Empire fashions as cringe, then not? Is it like how until pretty much the 2010s, 1980s styles were considered hideous then suddenly became cool and revived in full swing?

Kind of, plus a bit of “oh my god why did they wear such skimpy clothing?”

(Funny if you’ve ever actually studied or worn Regency women’s-wear in particular, which I’m guessing Victorians mostly hadn’t. It’s like...theoretically easier for the outlines of one’s legs to be seen, if the dress and petticoat are of light fabric and wet or in a strong wind? But those are VERY specific circumstances?)

(1850s satirical cartoon, which I agree with more than most Victorian cartoons dealing with fashion. Everything looks ridiculous to somebody.)

As I mentioned, Thackeray refused to illustrate Vanity Fair (1847) with figures in attire accurate to the setting, saying, “I have not the heart to disfigure my heroes and heroines by costumes so hideous; and have, on the contrary, engaged a model of rank dressed according to the present fashion.”

It seems like, as the century wore on and people stopped having living relatives who remembered Regency fashions, disgust waned and nostalgia- with varying degrees of accuracy -set in:

(”Eavesdropping.” Vittorio Reggianini, probably 1890s.)

(”Two Strings to Her Bow.” John Petrie, 1882.)

(”Six Young Women.” Kate Greenaway, 1879.)

And later still, in the 1910s, fashion seemed to loop back around to some of the Neoclassical ideas popular during the Regency, with a column-like silhouette and sometimes a higher waistline.

Movies of the early-mid 20th century still didn’t always opt for the right time period:

(Still from “Pride and Prejudice,” 1940. Was the costumer Thackeray reincarnated or something?)

And frankly some in the 21st still shy away from going Full Early 19th Century:

(Look, 2005 Pride and Prejudice, when we say “waistline goes right under the boobs,” we mean RIGHT under the boobs. And wtf are those bangs? I mean, you also put pigs in the house and had Lizzy show up at Netherfield with no hat AND her hair half-down besides the canonical muddy dress hem. I shouldn’t expect too much.)

But overall we as a culture seem to have gotten over the Regency hate nicely:

(GODS that spencer is SO FREAKING CUTE I WANT 50 IN VARIOUS NON-PINK COLORS. ...er. Still from “Emma,” 2020.)

Sorry, got sidetracked there. But yeah, it was very similar to the whole thing with the 1980s. Just took rather longer after the fashions in question had gone out, and involved a side order of questions about decency.

Tune in next time, for “The 1950s Hated Victorian Architecture And They Were Incorrect and Are To Be Pitied.”

(Note: that is not a real thing I’m planning to write.)

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dustofinsanity · 6 years ago

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𝑈𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝟙

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Chan / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Fantastic AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 2.9k

Summary: Trying to be forgiven by all the people who hate you isn’t easy, not at all. But try to do that when a witch turned you into a cat and when the only one who can help you is the last person you hurt, the one who got heartbroken because of you!

Content/Warning: Comedy, fluff/romance, angst .

Inspired by: 100 Deeds for Eddie McDowd

Next Part

"I'm not a fuckin' cat, okay?! I'm a human and my name is Y/n!" "Yeah... Of course... And I'm Roger the canary." "Can I be Lucinda the bunny? Look, I can jump!" "Are you both stupid?! I told you a witch turned me into a cat! And I hate cats!" "Next time, ask to be turned into a hyena. You already have the voice, by the way." The two cats in front of me laughed and walked away, joking about the fact I should stop the catnip. I knew cats were stupids but these two were the worst! Why didn't they believe me? Did I look like a ca... Well, okay, I did but I wasn't a cat! I was a hum... Oh, sorry. I guess you're wondering what was happening, right? Let me explain. My name is Y/n and, before a witch turned me into an awfully hideous black one-eyed stray cat, I was an amazing girl. Gorgeous, smarter than a lot of people, funny, loved by everyone, cool, well mannered, adorable, kind, modest: I was perfect! Well, okay, I may have done some mean jokes to some people at school but... Come on, they were just jokes. And sorry but, being "a bit" humiliated by the most beautiful and popular girl of the university never killed anybody! Anyway! Like I said, I was just the coolest but a dumb, ridiculous and ugly witch... Yes, ugly! Who wears these kinds of clothes in the second millennium?! Anyway! So, that UGLY witch turned me into a cat without any reason! What did I do to deserve that, seriously?! But you know what? That's not the worst of it! That grotesque woman told me that, if I wanted to return to my true form, I had to find the only person who could help me and also help some of the people I hurt. How could I do that if I was a cat and how could I remember all the names?! Great, besides being awful, that witch was also retarded! But don't be sorry or worry for me, like I said, I was really smart so I knew I would quickly find a solution. Well, quickly... The first day, I went to my wonderful mother's house but she didn't hear my voice and kicked me away, letting Chanel, our adorable white poodle, chase after me even if I told it I was its lovely owner. It was the same when I went to my best friends houses and the university. No one could hear me and, with time, I started to see a lot of wanted posters through the city. The police was looking for an amazing girl who disappeared and, of course, it was me. Then, I went to the police station but... kicked away once again! After three days, I didn't know what to do and, unfortunately, I was hungry, really hungry. I wanted a chicken Alfredo or, at least, a large and rare steak, but, visibly, restaurants didn't serve cats so... Yes... I had to dig through the trash. But the worst was still to come. "What are you doing in our area?" Someone, probably a cat, asked when my head was between a bag of diapers and the remains of an old squash gratin. "Looking for my Nobel Prize. Isn't it obvious, stupid cat?" I sighed, grabbing what smelled and looked like a piece of a two day old burger. Meal in mouth, I jumped from the bin and was about to eat when I was attacked by not one but three cats that bit and scratched me really deeply, forcing me to drop my food and run away. I hated cats! Cursing all the feline creatures on Earth, I walked through the city, trying to avoid all the stray cats that wanted to fight with me and the dogs that wanted to... to clearly KILL me when my feet, well, my paws, became painful. I was hungry, angry and I just wanted to... -Oh, okay, cats could cry- when I stopped my walk in a small park, lying down under a tree. I knew I would have to lick my wounds, because those fucking cats hurt me pretty badly, but the mere sight of blood disgusted me so licking it... No thanks. At this moment, I lost all hopes of returning to my true form, the world would have to live without the wonderful Y/n. It was over. It was the end. It was... It was... Was that tuna that I could smell?! Lifting my head up quickly, I sniffed all around me and followed the delicious scent until a young man who was sitting on a bench, an appetising sandwich in his hands. From what I could see, he was a student but, since I had an eye slashed and blood flooding the other, I couldn't really see what he looked like. Discreetly, I walked around, trying to see his face but a dog barked and made me jump, getting my fur up. A weak hiss escaped from my throat and I focused back on the young man. Honestly, he was cute, even if he wasn't my kind of man, not rich enough to interest me, but he seemed nice. He was bobbing his head to some music he was listening through his earphones and a slight, but pretty smile, stretched his lips. Yes, he seemed... wait! Bang Chan?! Forget what I said, he wasn't cute, he was ugly and seemed so dumb and... Oh gosh, his sandwich smelled so good! "Hey, he can't hear you, Y/n." I thought, sitting and frowning. "He can't know you're Y/n." Gathering up my courage, I slowly walked to the student and sat next to the bench, meowing weakly. But, of course, he couldn't hear me because of his earphones so, I stood up on my hind legs, touching his thigh gently. Immediately, he turned his face towards me and opened his eyes wide, quickly pulling off his earphones and leaning over me. "Hey, Boo, what happened to you?" He asked, pretty worried about my state. "Meow?" I replied, faking badly a mewing and lifting my paw to his sandwich. "Meow?" "Oh, you're hungry?" He then opened his sandwich and put all the tuna in the aluminium foil before putting it on the floor and inviting me to eat. Usually, I didn't really like tuna but, I don't know why, this time, it smelled like the best food on Earth and I just jumped on it, eating fast. "Yes, you're hungry." Chan chuckled, looking at me with a sweet gaze and petting my head delicately. "Who did this to you, Boo?" "Three stupid cats." I mumbled, still eating. Frowning, Chan lifted his head up and looked all around him, asking who just said that but, obviously, saw no one. "Don't waste your time, you can't hear me." I sadly chuckled, shoving more tuna in my mouth. "In fact, no one can hear me since I'm a fucking cat." "Oh, I think I should have got more sleep last night." The young man sighed, rubbing his face. "I'm hallucinating." "Yeah, that's what I thou... Hold on!" I choked on the tuna, lifting my head up and looking straight into Chan's eyes. "You can hear me?!" Scared, Chan stood up from the bench instantaneously and looked at me, eyes more than wide open, not believing what he was seeing. And, I have to admit, if I'd been him, I would react the same way. Shaking his head, he picked up his school bag and started to walk away, mumbling a lot of things like he was going crazy, he needed sleep, etc... Sorry dude, you didn't need sleep and, since you were the one who could help me, you couldn't leave me like that. Quickly shoving more tuna in my mouth, I chased after the young man and stopped right in front of him, but he avoided me without saying anything. So I did it again. But he did the same too. "Ah, you want to play? Okay!" I smirked -because yes, a cat can smirk but humans can't see it- before running towards him and jumping on his back. "Get off of me!" He exclaimed, trying to catch me. "Leave me alone!" "Oh no, I won't leave you, Chan! You're the one I've been looking for for days so, trust me, you're stuck with me, now! And, whether you like it or not, you will help me!" Chan froze almost immediately and asked how I could know his name, which made me sigh. Even if I was really smart, I admit, I could be a bit forgetful sometimes. Then, I told him I would explain everything if he promised to listen to me, to what he nodded silently. But I couldn't tell him the truth because, if he knew who I was, he would definitely not help me. Chan was the last person to whom I've done one of my jokes. But, honestly, I couldn't help myself. I'd learned he had a thing for me, him, this stupid and poor man who was falling for someone so much better than him. I HAD to expose him in front of everyone and make him understand that I'd rather be hit by a truck than dating a guy like him. What?! I deserved better than... that! So! I had to find something else to say, something that seemed credible, something not to difficult and that he could understand with his small brain. And, since I was smart, I quickly found a perfect explanation. "I'm a witch, a wonderful and perfect witch, who knows a lot of things but my rival cursed me and turned me into an ugly cat." I said, getting off of his back and sitting in front of him. "She told me I had to find the best sla... friend to help me." "Hm, hm... You know, I would put a B instead of the W." Chan smirked slightly, crouching in front of me and looking at me like if I deserved what was happening. "A B instead of... Yah! I'm not like that, you stupid dumbass!" I yelled, my fur up once again. "That's what I thought... Hi, Y/n." Stepping back, I stared at him, eyes and mouth wide open. No way! How could he know who I was?! Was he working with the ugly witch?! Did he ask the witch to turn me into a cat?! Was he the reason of my misfortune?! "How... How can you... can you..." I stuttered, making his chuckle as he lowered his head. "Yah! That's not funny, you stu-" "Your voice. I recognised your voice.” "Shit..." "Well, now, tell me the truth. What happened to you?" He asked, coming back to the place we met and putting the aluminium foil next to him. "You won't believe me." I sighed, jumping on the bench and taking a bite of tuna. "I'm talking with a cat, Y/n. I can believe a lot of things, right now. If you tell me the truth, only the truth, I'll help you." Caught off guard by the fact he was willing to help me, I frowned at him, head tilted on the side. Why would he want to help me after the -amazing and really funny- humiliation in which I put him through? Well, I guessed he was stupider than what I thought and explained the whole story. It was the day I made fun of him, I was on the way to my favourite coffee shop when that UGLY witch showed up in front of me, making me scream. Actually, I opened my mouth but no sound came and before I could run away, she turned me into this stupid black one-eyed stray cat that loved tuna a bit too much. Like she said, if I wanted to be me again, the perfect and so beautiful human Y/n, I had to help some of my "victims" and be forgiven by the person I hurt the most. "That's a long hard road." Chan smirked, crushing the aluminium foil in his hands and putting it in his school bag. "And you want me to help you?" "The witch told me there will be only one person who could hear me and I guess it's you... I would prefer someone smart but I didn't choose." I sighed, licking my mouth. A chuckle parted Chan lips, making me frown again. What was funny in this? A witch cursed me and I had only him to help me. It wasn't funny, it's was hopeless! "If you want to return to your true form, you will have to change some things, I think." He smiled, probably thinking I wouldn't see the pain through his beautif... his brown eyes! "First, you should try to be, hm, nicer?" "Nicer?! I'm nice! I'm the nicest girl on Earth!" "Let me remind you something. The day that witch turned you into that, you made me believe that you shared the same feelings I had for you, you even kissed me and after, you humiliated me in front of everyone." "And?" I asked, tilting my head on the side, not understanding what he meant. "Come on, it was fun!" "For you, Y/n, not for me. Not at all." He swallowed, lowering his head a little. "You can't even see the difference between what's fun and what's mean. If you think that humiliating people is funny, well, I don't think I want to help you. Your situation isn't hopeless, you are." “You're rude!" I choked, really hurt by his words. "You're breaking my heart." "You broke mine, we're even." Without adding anything else, Chan grabbed his bag and stood up, petting my head gently and wishing me good luck with my situation and the witch. I wanted to yell after him, to put him in his place, but I stayed still, speechless and mouth agape, heart broken... No, we weren't even! He wasn't a cat! I turned my head towards him but, I don't know why, I didn't have the courage to chase after him, the courage or the strength. My whole body was sore and Chan clearly didn't want to help me. When I said he was stupid! I spent the rest of the day on that bench, trying to sleep a little but, everytime I thought I could, a dog barked or people talked. This city was so noisy. Moreover, I was cold. Then, I left the park and started to look for a place where I could sleep -or die-, following unconsciously a comforting scent. I didn't know that cats had this so strong sense of smell but, somehow, it was pretty useful. Walking through the city again, doing the same things I did for three days, I kept my head down, avoiding all the stray animals I could meet or people who tried to kick me from their way. After few hours, I realised I was in a district I didn't know but the scent was getting stronger. With the last pieces of strength I had, I started to run, feeling that I was getting closer from the smell when, after turning into a a small street, I froze, eyes wide open. He was here, sit on the steps in front of a little old house, his arms crossed on his knees. I couldn't believe it was him, I couldn't believe the comforting scent was his but, when he lifted up his face and looked through the street, a smile stretching his lips when he saw me, I felt safe. Silently, he took a small box of tuna from the pocket of his hoodie, opened it and put it in front of him before inviting me to eat with a slight move of his head. Ears flat and tail trailing on the ground, I came closer slowly and, after whispering a low thank you, ate my second meal in three days. "You're welcome, Y/n." Chan smiled again, petting my head and checking delicately my wounds. "How did you know that I would come?" I asked, starting to purr without realising it. "I didn't know but I hoped. So, are you willing to make some efforts?" "If I do, you will help me, right?" I saw him nod, a cu... a smile on his lips. "Well, I don't really know which efforts I have to make but okay, I'll do." "You're a lost cause, Y/n." Chan chuckled, taking me carefully in his arms and bringing me into his house where his mother asked him what I was. "I saw her in the street and she looks so hopeless, I couldn't leave her alone. Do you mind if we keep her?" Looking at her son as if he was the most beautiful and precious person on Earth, his mother agreed and told him I needed a good bath. Wait, wait, wait! Don't tell me Chan would give me a bath?!

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sharkyboshaw · 3 years ago

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fic backup: “get your sapphic serpent hands off my body.” & “the answer is a double-cherry-on-top no” from riverdale prompts i & ii

summary: “get your sapphic serpent hands off my body.” & “the answer is a double-cherry-on-top no” + jestiny rook x lyra fairbanks (property of @florbelles) | herald!jestiny au

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: all the usual sick twisted themes associated with herald!jestiny. you know how i am about posting at the eleventh hour, so no proofing and apologies for any characterization or universe errors not attributable to jessie being the world’s most confident unreliable narrator.

Fight fire with fire was an adage Jestiny had always placed a lot of stock in.

And it was a strategy she didn’t hesitate to use when it came to Lyra fucking Fairbanks.

Because if Lyra fucking Fairbanks could insert herself into damn near every place and situation in which Jessie was just trying to go about her goddamn business — whether it was the police station, the Spread Eagle, she swore she even saw that bitch follow her into the woods once when she was just trying to hike — acting like everyone should think she’s just a normal fucking person despite the friendly put on being as transparent as the tulle on that ridiculous fucking dress she always wore, well…

Well then Jessie could do that too, goddamnit. Show Lyra fucking Fairbanks she’s not as smart and fucking guileful as she seems to think she is. She could play wolf in sheep’s clothing just as good as that asshole could.

And upside to her little reverse infiltration scheme? Eden’s Gate exclusive full church services were suspiciously one of the few community events Lyra was conspicuously absent from. Funny how that works.

But just as Jessie had hoped (in the sense of needing to see her with egg on her face at the big moment, not in the sense of missing seeing her around on weekends) Lyra did manage to make herself present for Jessie’s first public recruitment mission. (She was a little surprised the cult was so ready to debut her in the open, actually, given her job with the police. She thought keeping it under wraps so no one at the station stopped feeding her information based on affiliation would have been a better move, but that just went to show how stupid these fucks actually fucking are.)

And naturally, Lyra had in fact just happened to situate herself at the exact public park Jestiny was set to do her first street preaching in, sitting with signature poise atop a bench along the playground with illusive curiosity sparkling in bright blue eyes.

Good. She hoped she liked what she heard.

She gave the woman an acknowledging nod before adjusting the hideous scratchy burlap sack of a shirt she wore to make sure the bold cross logo was visible to everyone then lifting her megaphone to her face.

“My dear Brothers and Sisters,” she squawked with a very understated eye roll, willing herself to be only subtly mocking. “I know there’s been a lot of talk about the Project at Eden’s Gate lately, and a lot of hearsay…” she paused, for dramatic effect. “But they’ve taken me in for about three weeks now, and I’m here to tell you the truth.” She glanced around, ensuring onlookers had in fact begun to gather, Lyra still observing from a distance. “Folks around town may tell you Eden’s Gate is a bunch of flag burning socialists, or some kumbaya singing hippies led by a pacifist hipster, but I’m here to tell you they are nothing like that.”

“They’re not?”

“They’re not,” Jessie replied, happy to hear the crowd ready to participate. “The reality is much, much worse.”

“What could be worse than a socialist?” another onlooker shouted back in question.

“A militia,” she answered firmly.

“A socialist militia?”

“What?” she spat. “No, just — Just the regular kind. They are hoarding guns, and hoarding resources, and hoarding land.”

“Huh. Here I thought they were some kinda commune,” an observer murmured.

“Only in the sense they like keeping out any outsiders!” she boomed, pointing to the woman who’d spoken up. “And Joseph Seed may sell you a sob story about the struggles of the working class family in a corrupt society, but his answer isn’t socialism.”

“Thank God.”

“It’s the end of the world in a fiery apocalypse!” she shouted at her loudest volume to drown out what she assumed were heckles, words reverberating through the metal of the jungle gym behind her to make her proclamation almost thunderous.

But in the inhale she took to regain her breath, she heard a soft trickle of applause beginning from the crowd.

“H-Huh?” she stuttered out in sudden confusion, jittery eyes bouncing around her now several dozen in count audience. “No, don’t clap for that,” she said, shaking her head back and forth. “I’m telling you these are religious fundamentalists, isolating and arming themselves, to prepare for the destruction of the world!”

“Alright!” someone shouted, followed by more vigorous applause.

“N-No, that’s not alright!” she stuttered, feeling an extra heaviness to the gnawing in her stomach as she heard the little tremor creeping into her voice amplified by her megaphone. “That’s anything fu — It’s anything but alright. They’re gearing up for all out war!”

Another round of clapping, this time mixed with stray cheers.

“They’re trying to force people to worship!” she tacked on, feeling desperation sting up her throat with the words, stabbing to her panic widened eyes. “To force people to believe!”

Cheers and applause of equal volume this time.

“They’re not just preparing for the world to end, they’re hoping and praying for it!” she squeaked out, feeling the burn behind her eyes grow stronger as the smiles on the audience’s faces grew wider, threatening the kind of true tears she hadn’t let out since she was a child. “And they want the new world to be full of nothing but their true believers!”

Clapping so furious it made her ears sting as painfully as her eyes.

She could feel her lashes dampen with the tears she tried desperately to blink away as she tried to think up a final plea. “And they’re getting aggressive about it. Getting armed.” She scanned the crowd again, finding most devastatingly of all the Fairbanks woman wearing a pleased, triumphant smile that stung more than the tears she struggled to hold back, and that’s what made her next words come out choked as the water from her eyes spilled freely. “Th-They’ve got m-more — got more g-guns than the Sheriff’s Department at this point.”

Fuck. She squeezed her eyes shut with embarrassment. She definitely shouldn’t have let that slip.

She sobbed through the applause she was given, shoulders shaking on beat with the rhythmic clap of hands, until another spectator finally spoke up.

“Are the guns free if you join?”

“Y-Yeeah,” she sniffled, wiping her dripping nose on the sleeve of her jacket, leaving her face buried in the crook of her elbow to muffle the next words she whimpered out. “The g-guns are f-fr-free if you join.”

“Can you tell us how to sign up?!”

She pressed her face harder against the thick denim, only able to answer with a choked, weeping wail and a jerk of her free arm back to gesture to the display stand of recruitment pamphlets behind her she’d originally been excited to triumphantly drag back completely full.

She let out another deep sob at the thought.

And once the tears had started, she was hard pressed to stop them, rolling down her cheeks all the while the crowd came up to take her brochures and offer her grateful handshakes and hugs she could only cry into.

She only barely managed to get the crying under control when the last of crowd finally crept up to make her way through the greeting line, the only one to saunter up in ridiculous high heels, unnecessarily stepping through a sandbox she could have easily walked around to do so, as if just to prove she had the coordination and grace under pressure for it.

Show off.

“You’ve a distinct knack for public speaking,” Lyra chimed as she finally stilled to stand in front of Jessie. “You quite nearly had me convinced to pledge myself to the cause.”

“F-Fuck off,” she spat back, trying to regain the strength in her voice even as a fresh, fat teardrop rolled down her cheek. “I know you’re no neutral fucking observer, Fairbanks.”

“Oh dear,” she tutted, pulling a pale pink silken handkerchief from Jessie wasn’t really sure where, tilting head to the side with feigned pity before taking Jestiny’s chin in hand to hold her in place with sharp pointed nails grazing against her jaw and dabbing the soft square at her eyes. “And I too feel a growing suspicion your loyalties are not as represented. A snake in Eden, mayhaps?”

“May fuckin’ haps,” Jessie snapped back, swatting away the hand wiping her eyes and digging her own comparatively dull and stubby nails into the wrist of the one gripping her chin. “And speaking of snakes, get your sapphic serpent hands off my body,” she hissed.

“A shame,” she sighed, removing her hand with a slow sliding of nails along skin. “I’d suspected you as something of a Sappho yourself.”

“Sure,” she snapped. “But not with fucking cultists.”

Lyra didn’t speak, merely trailed those vibrant blue eyes to the bright red Eden’s Gate insignia on Jessie’s shirt and settled her gaze there pointedly.

“Oh, you know goddamn well I was just trying to sabotage y’all,” she spat back, now hurrying to tuck the tails of her shirt into her jeans and pulling her jacket to the center to better cover the cross. “Shoulda fuckin’ worked too, can’t figure out why it didn’t…”

“Well,” she hummed pleasantly, slow with consideration. “You may have been a bit out of touch with what the crowd wanted. It could even be fair to say you might have misjudged. One might think ideologically you have more in common with the leaders of the Project than the average member of the public.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ got me again, Lyra,” she sneered, chiming the woman’s first name derisively. “I have no fuckin’ clue what the public wants. I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in,” she said with a sharp jerk of her hand, adjusting the heavy denim jacket in nervous gesture yet again. “And I don’t want to fit in. But the only thing you and I have in common is a hair color.” And even that was embarrassing enough. Maybe she should start wearing a stupid hat or something, to hide even that.

“I venture you’re underestimating,” she said with a soft smile. “But if you are so very convinced of your dissimilarity from the faithful, a bit more time in the Project with an open heart shan’t do any harm, shall it?”

“It fuckin’ shall,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. It was real fucking annoying how even after Jessie coming clean she kept referring to the cult in the third person, as if gearing up to say well actually I never said that bullshit. “I’m done here.”

“Oh, but I’d at least love to hear you give public speaking another go. I might even be convinced next time,” Lyra offered, still leaving convinced of what frustratingly cryptic.

“Absolutely goddamn not.”

“I implore you.”

“I deplore you,” she shot back in bitter reply. “And your fucking cult.”

“I think you might get that across to the crowd next time, as well,” she chimed back. “If you just give it another go. What would the harm be?”

“I’d risk more of this conversation,” she answered with an angry back and forth wave of her hand between them.

“I’ll end it in a heartbeat, if you’ll agree to speak for the cause again,” she offered with showy politeness. “My lips shall be sealed the moment you say yes, and I will walk away without another word.”

“‘Say yes,’” she mocked, overly nasal. “Isn’t that supposed to be that other sleazebag’s slogan?” she scoffed, gesturing with a thumb in the direction of the garish block letter sign she knew hung just over the horizon. “Don’t tell me y’all hang out.”

“We’ve known each other.”

“Biblically?”

“Oh, I’m growing rather fond of you, I fear.”

“The feeling is not fucking mutual,” she snapped, finally turning to leave, deciding to cut straight through the playground to get to the parking lot more quickly. “And I don’t share your taste in men, or company, or any fucking thing else,” she turned to snap over her shoulder, furious to see the woman was keeping impressive pace behind her despite the footwear.

“Certainly not clothing,” she provided. “But I won’t say another word about that either, if you’ll just agree.”

“The answer,” she turned fully around to scream without slowing her stride, walking backwards with arms waving, “is a double-cherry-on-top no. A huge no fuckin’ way with sugar on —”

The words were knocked from Jessie’s mouth as the sudden stumping of her heel against the steel frame of the swingset she hadn’t seen behind her caused her to stumble. She shot arms out trying to regain balance, grabbing for anything in reach to steady herself — but only managed to strike the seat of the swingset she was close to becoming tangled in to fly upward, wrapping around the upper bar.

She finally gave up and threw arms back to catch herself instead, preparing for an impact against the ground that never came as the leg now up in the air was caught at the ankle by the chain of the swing on its last go around, pulling her up to hang suspended instead.

Laughter.

Bubbling, twinkling laughter that would have sounded pleasant and good natured to anyone who didn’t know better. But as it were, strung up by the ankle on a children’s playset, swinging back and forth, the giggling cut Jessie to her core.

At least she could blame the redness she felt burning along her cheeks on the blood rushing to her head.

“Divine intervention.”

“Funny way of saying you not warning me I was about to trip.”

“A cruelty,” Lyra said in vague agreement, circling around so that Jessie could see her lithe form and subtly please expression in upside down view. “I could commit another and try to coerce cooperation from you before offering assistance,” she mused, smile curving wider. “Were I not a good Christian.”

And before Jessie could spit out another ‘fuck off’ in response to that, the woman pulled a slender blade from Jessie wasn’t really sure where and cut swiftly at the rubber end of the swing, so that Jessie crashed toward the ground head first, skull bursting with the pain of impact with the hard earth.

More gentle melodic laughter, as Jessie flailed about untangling herself, finally reaching a freed hand to cradle her aching head.

“Fuck you,” she spat out to the woman laughing under her breath. “You fucking know what? I am gonna give another speech next week, and I’m not going easy on your fucked up church club this time! I’m gonna skewer the shit out of you motherfuckers!”

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Lyra slid a single nail along her lips in a pantomime of zipping them, smile curling wider as she did. Then, as promised, proceeded to walk away without another word.

Backwards.

Fucking show off.

Jessie mumbled a few more ‘fuck yous’ to herself as she finished untangling herself, already plotting her revenge, trying to brainstorm through throbbing pain more pointed insults for the next speech.

Fight fire with fire, someone is sure to get burned.

But next time she’d make sure it wasn’t fucking her.

#addie’s fic backup

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tylermagnusenvest · 6 years ago

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“So... Tell me about this boy.”

It was Saturday morning. Saturday the 27th December 2014. Tyler had come down not ten minutes ago, hair still damp from his morning shower, navy jumper hanging a little big on his frame- actually, maybe it wasn’t even his jumper, it was hard to tell sometimes- having just settled at the table with a steaming mug of tea when his mother had leaned over the kitchen island and hit him with a question that had him nearly knocking over his mug.

“What boy? There’s no boy.”

His mother raised a brow and, as if right on cue, a voice came from half way down the stairs, “Oh, there most definitely is!”

Loxley appeared in the kitchen a moment later, wearing an identical navy jumper that looked a little too tight on his broader frame- a fact that had Tyler stifling a laugh despite the fact that his friend had swept in to stick his nose in where it didn’t belong. The younger boy greeted Ardelle with a warm smile, she smiled back and without saying anything aloud she went about preparing him a coffee, he fetched the milk from the fridge for her and then they both settled to lean over the island. Loxley took a long sip from his coffee, it was steaming hot but he didn’t seem to notice, and when he put the mug down he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, which just always spelt trouble.

“His name is Jeremy Lockhart, something of a catch in the castle, Captain of his Quidditch Team and everything.”

“Really?” Ardelle’s mouth hung open in the biggest surprised smile. Not good.

“There is no boy.” Tyler insisted quickly, “Jeremy Lockhart isn’t- we haven’t- we’ve barely spoken to each other.”

“That so?”

“Yes, nothing to make a fuss over.”

“That’s funny,” Loxley said it in a way that made Tyler sure it definitely wasn’t, and used a tone far too casual to actually be considered such, when he added, “He’s been asking about you.”

“What?”

He spoke at the exact same time as his mother, hers a gleeful exclamation and his a disbelieving whisper. Tyler didn’t really understand why, Loxley clearly had to be joking, this whole thing was completely ridiculous. For as long as Tyler had even known about Jeremy Lockhart it was clear they had absolutely nothing in common, they shared a handful of classes perhaps but it wasn’t even as though they spoke then, they didn’t even sit near each other- or at least they hadn’t, this last month or so one might say there had been times the Hufflepuff had slid into the seat beside him in class... but it was nothing, they still barely spoke.

“Practically all the time, keeps going on about him, asked me all this stuff during the last week about our plans and stuff over the holidays. I told him he should just ask you but apparently he tried and he wasn’t entirely sure you were interested- something about you not talking to him much in class?- but I don’t really see why you wouldn’t be considering he’s one of the best people I know. Anyway, I just told him to hang in there, said I’d talk to you about it but we were free most of the holidays regardless.”

At some point Tyler had lifted his mug and just held it mid-air, completely dumbstruck by the unloading of information Loxley had just put him through- why hadn’t he mentioned any of this at school? What a complete idiot, if he’d said something sooner then... well, then he wasn’t entirely sure but Merlin, now he thought about it he had definitely done a good job of not talking to Jeremy whenever he saw with him. Tyler didn’t even mean to, it’s just he liked to concentrate in class and when boys like Jeremy Lockhart sat down next to you it was best not to look at them much or risk being completely distracted. Hypothetically. Tyler definitely hadn’t thought about it, or him for that matter, much. Was he blushing? He could feel his face was hot and knew too well to pretend it wasn’t, his mother never missed a trick and if she did then Loxley would definitely point it out anyway, he knew all of that but still he quickly brought his mug to his lips and tried to push away the fluttery feeling in his chest while he sipped at his tea.

“I’m going to change,” Tyler announced abruptly when his tea was finished, standing up from the table. “I need to go to Diagon today and pick up a few things.”

“Let’s all go!"

“I’ll have to pass,” Loxley chipped in. “I’ve got some Herbology stuff to work on, not the easiest this time of year, I’ll stay here and be on official plant and cat duty.”

“Alright well dad and I will still take you, sweetie, I need to pick some things up for New Years anyway.”

Tyler hesitated before sighing, “Fine.” At least he could escape this conversation.

“And while we’re there you can tell us more about this Jeremy Lockhart, I’m sure I’ve heard Lox mention him before anyway but I’m sure your dad will want to hear all about him, maybe we could even have him over?”

“No, thank you.”

Fair to say he literally ran up the stairs.

Diagon Alley was always busy after Christmas and he always had a funny feeling about being there with his parents. If they felt anything about it then they certainly didn’t show it, he spared a glance over his shoulder to check they were keeping up and they were walking arm in arm, his mother’s head resting against his father’s shoulder and a joyful laugh leaving her as he pointed out some odd, discounted decorations a shop over. The attack felt distant in times like this, and it was now, something from a long time ago but something that had always stayed with him regardless. It was just odd, he looked at them in moments like this as they weaved through the crowds, completely happy and radiating it, and in the back of his mind there was a whisper of remembrance to the brief time he thought he’d lost them. All of this could be just a dream, some very wonderful dream, sometimes he worried he’d open his eyes and find himself back in the alley with his parents broken on the floor in front of him, except this time no one came to help them, no one found him, he’d just watch them leave and- well, he didn’t know what would happen to him then, it wasn’t something they’d ever spoke of afterwards, all of them focused instead on the fact that they did still have each other.

He thought about it a lot. If he didn’t have them. Where he’d be, how different things would be, if he’d even have days like this where-

“Tyler?”

His head whipped around at the sound of his name and he came to a sudden stop, barely a few inches from walking straight into...

“Jeremy.”

“Hey, it’s good to see you, I wasn’t entirely sure I had the right person at first but I’m glad I do.”

“Oh, yes, well...” Tyler spared a glance back over his shoulder and immediately rolled his eyes at where his mother had dragged his father off to the side, just a few feet away, pretending to be looking over some hideous wand cases. His father looked completely puzzled as his mother whispered into his ear and then, completely lacking discretion, they both glanced in his direction curiously. He took in a deep breath and chose to ignore them, looking back to Jeremy instead when he added softly, “It’s good to see you too.”

“Yeah? Good.”

He smiled then and Merlin, any attempts to previously ignore the sheer magnitude of loveliness the Hufflepuff gave off just about fell apart. Jeremy was ridiculously handsome, sandy hair and eyes that were so bright and blue they shouldn’t have felt as warm as they did, he was a good height too and sparing glances on brief occasions might have given Tyler the impression that Jeremy Lockhart took care of himself- at least his shoulders definitely suggested as much- and all of that was completely wonderful yet didn’t even begin to compare with the spiral of fluttering that filled his chest when he smiled. It was just so much. When Jeremy Lockhart smiled his whole face lit up, all that warmth he carried around with him just sort of spilled out of every pore, he smiled and everything around him just seemed to sort of disappear. And it had. So many times. So many more than he wanted to admit. Jeremy Lockhart was the sort of boy who only had to smile at you once and you never forgot the way it made you feel, not after years of classes and clubs and almost conversations.And this wasn’t good because Tyler was sure he was staring- gazing, for Merlin’s sake- in the middle of the street like an idiot and losing himself completely in the nonsensical joy he felt when Jeremy even so much as looked at him. Which he was, actually, looking at him with this wonder Tyler wasn’t sure he’d had before- or at least not that he’d noticed. Which could only mean he knew he was staring? Merlin, things couldn’t get any worse. Somehow they did. Because Jeremy was looking at him, watching him intently and then his gaze wandered, dipped down his form in a way that made heat creep up Tyler’s neck... then completely explode onto his face when the boy’s gaze travelled back up towards his face and his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip.

Fuck.

“How was your Christmas?” Jeremy completely interrupted his train of though, or what he was trying to piece together of it, with a question so terribly normal he was pretty sure he was just a complete idiot who was reading into things far too much because Loxley had a big mouth.

“It was good, thank you, busy but I just spent it with family so it was nice. Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Yeah, the same really, I’ve only really seen my family since the holidays.”

It seemed unusual. Jeremy was so popular. Everyone just liked him, Tyler had always seen it, ever since first year when even then the boy gave off this bright, positive energy that people were just drawn to. He had a lot of friends too, people were always around Jeremy, even more than they came to him and Tyler was Head Boy.

“It’d be nice to get out and do something now Christmas is over though,” Jeremy started again, rubbing his hands together in the cold and casting a look about the street before his gaze fell on Tyler again and he suggested, “We could do something?”

“Oh... Oh, well, right now, I’m-”

He was panicking- why was he panicking? Tyler wasn’t the type to panic socially, he was quiet in nature and enjoyed a good book more than actively socialising, but he generally tried to be an approachable person and he held conversations well, no one could ever say that Tyler Envest wasn’t good with his words, yet somehow that was all just disappearing. He gestured a hand behind him blindly, some attempt to gesture at his parents as an excuse, though he wasn’t sure why he needed one other than the fact that Jeremy Lockhart- a boy who he might possibly have thought completely wonderful from a distance for years- was suggesting they spend time together and he didn’t know how to process that.

“Oh,” Jeremy had followed his gesture and must have got the general idea, his smile dropped so quickly that it actually surprised Tyler, a clearly disappointed look crossing the boy’s face. “What about tomorrow?”

Before Tyler could say anything a familiar voice answered for him, “He’s free tomorrow!”

He was going to kill her.

“Really? Great, alright,” That smile was back, fuck. “I can pick you up?”

“No! I mean, I’ll meet you somewhere, anywhere.” Tyler reached for his pocket, partly just because he could feel the heat in his face and wasn’t sure he could stand to look at Jeremy any longer. “I’ll give you my number, you can send me the details, or call me... or just text, whatever’s fine.”

“I actually have your number-” Tyler paused. Loxley. He was going to kill him too. “But I just didn’t want to use it, I guess, until you said I could. But that’s great, I’ll let you get back to your parents and I’ll call you later?”

“Ok.”

He watched Jeremy tuck his hands into his pockets and walk the first few steps backwards, a grin on his face even when he nearly walked into someone while trying to look a little longer, it was unbearably cute and Tyler had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the boy. When he disappeared into the crowd Tyler found himself looking longer than he should too, lingering there for just a heartbeat more than necessary, but when he whirled around he immediately furrowed his brows at his parents. His father gave him a completely innocent look as his mother held her hands up in surrender, still smiling though when she nudged her husband in his side with her elbow.

“I knew he’d be cute, didn’t I?”

Tyler was so nervous. He didn’t often get nervous about things, honestly, his parents had always done a good job of encouraging him to be confident and he’d taken school in his stride but the whole dating thing- if he even dared call this a date- was not something he was used to. He just didn’t see a need to date yet, he’d always focused more on his studies and had assumed that everything else would come after school, and though he might have liked people before it wasn’t something he acted on. Admiration from a distance was a lot simpler. But this wasn’t going to be from a distance, this was a complete removal of any distance, and Tyler didn’t want to be overthinking anything but he’d spent the better part of two hours that morning picking out an outfit, that was completely covered by his coat anyway, and nagging Loxley to put some small plaits in his hair, which though lovely and swept back from above his temples to pin together at the back and keep hair out of his face, were also just covered by a hat anyway. Stupid winter and all it’s layers. And more stupid Tyler, for thinking so much about something that was probably nothing anyway. Jeremy was probably just bored, just being polite, maybe he wouldn’t even show up and Tyler would feel like an idiot for getting his hopes up so much- and for being unable to sleep for hours last night after a ten minute phone call that was mostly made up of timing discussions.

“Tyler!”

He’d been looking at the floor, having arrived at least twenty minutes early and deciding shortly after that Jeremy wasn’t going to show and he’d have to find something to do for the next few hours or risk sending his mother on a rampage, it was cold too though and part of it had been wanting to bury the bottom half of his face down into his scarf. He didn’t notice Jeremy until he heard his name, startling him more than it should and sending a scattering of blush to his face when he looked up, praying the fact that it was so cold would be excuse enough for his rosy cheeks. Jeremy was wrapped up too but he still looked unbelievably handsome, crossing the road in a confident jog and stepping up onto the pavement in from of him with an easy smile on his face, he stepped right up into his space and did that thing again- that agonising thing- where for a brief moment his gaze wandered and his smile grew when their eyes met again.

“You look lovely, I’m glad you wrapped up, I almost forgot it still gets so cold down here. Have you eaten? We can grab something, if you want, though where we’re going there’ll be plenty of food and I was thinking we could just look around and pick things up as we go?”

“That sounds fine- good, I mean, I’m not that hungry so that’s good.”

If the ground wanted to open up and swallow him he’d probably be grateful. It didn’t though and as they started walking he was glad Jeremy seemed so much more at ease with all of this, they walked and Jeremy talked about... well, about everything and anything. He spoke about the things he’d done over the holidays so far, throwing in short stories about his family, and when he asked questions Tyler did his best to answer them without growing completely flustered. It felt so stupid, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been around Jeremy before, they’d known each other from a distance for years but all of this just felt different. In class Tyler was confident, when talking about school work he had no worries, and he supposed there was something formal but easier to deal with about being at school, wearing a uniform, being able to focus on other things. This was just different because there were times, as they walked, where Jeremy just looked at him with this quiet curiosity that made Tyler’s head swim and heart pound, because Jeremy looked at him sometimes as though he didn’t see anything else, there was just him, and Tyler didn’t quite know what to do with that. He didn’t know what to do when they were walking or when they hopped on the tube, when despite his balance being excellent and him being perfectly confident in not wobbling over at every stop, Jeremy still stood barely a few inches from him and placed his hand on top of his on the rail. And he couldn’t stand the fact that because he was the tiniest bit taller it was incredibly difficult to drop his gaze and avoid catching Jeremy just looking at him.

They ended up at Hyde Park, that was always bustling but this time of year was thriving. Being as early as it was there were less people than he’d expect later but still, the markets and activities here at Christmas were a spectacle and Tyler found himself unconsciously smiling as they wandered through. Jeremy had an excitement that was rather contagious, he jogged up to stalls that caught his attention, mused over tiny decorations or looked on in awe at more intricate designs. He pointed out food stalls too, they tries steaming mugs of mulled wine and selected sticky, sweet pastries and cakes with tiny decorations on them from various stalls. They went to the Magical Ice Kingdom after they’d had their fill of various treats, Tyler had never been in before and as they went Jeremy explained the various themes they had. He wasn’t sure what the theme was this year but it was incredible regardless, there were huge sculptures carved from ice at every turn, butterflies and an array of other creatures that Tyler was in awe of. It was freezing too, he could’ve logically expected that but it still surprised him, a few turns in and he was shivering despite his best efforts not to. He was eager not to draw attention to it but apparently he completely failed, for the rest of the walk through Jeremy was stood right behind him, at times the boy’s hands would appear on his waist, encouraging him to stop so he could point out a particular structure, standing so close Tyler was sure if he relaxed back even a little he’d feel the boy flush against him. So of course he didn’t, even the idea of it had his face burning, which granted did help with the cold so perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing. They wandered around a little more after that and, even though Jeremy fell into step beside him, every now and against he’d place a hand on the small of Tyler’s back and guide him between the growing crowds, an action that never failed to make Tyler blush. At least ice skating he felt confident with, he’d been with his parents numerous times and was actually fairly good at it, so when they stopped at the huge rink he felt a little more at ease. For a short period, anyway, he took a few confident glides onto the ice only to spin around and find Jeremy looking a little wobbly- not what he’d expected from a Quidditch player who needed a lot of balance, he’d admit.

“Here,” Tyler skated back over, unable to help smiling as he offered his hands forward, Jeremy took them both without hesitation. “We’ll go slowly?”

“Sounds good.”

Tyler wasn’t sure why Jeremy would choose to ice skate if he wasn’t any good at it but maybe he didn’t mind too much, not when Jeremy was holding onto his hands and inching across the ice slowly but surely, even less when the boy wobbled and tensed his arms up, pulling them closer together. Somehow he wasn’t a nervous as before, when he had some kind of purpose he didn’t mind having Jeremy so close, didn’t mind the warmth of the boy’s hands in his, it was easier to pretend all of this wasn’t completely overwhelming when he had something to focus on beside the fact that Jeremy Lockhart was rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles and hanging onto his every word. Maybe he was a little too relaxed because one minute he was fine and the next he was stumbling, nearly knocking into someone who whizzed past behind him, but before his legs could give way Jeremy’s hands pulled free of his and the boy shot forward to grab hold of his waist and steady his balance, holding him up on his feet with ease. And Tyler clung to him on pure instinct, curling his fingers into the front of the boy’s coat, relieved at first when Jeremy pulled him right up against his chest and for a moment they just stayed there, holding each other tightly with heavy breaths ghosting between them- everything tender and warm and made all the more perfect when Jeremy sighed in relief and pressed their foreheads together.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m-” He paused, a realisation sinking in and he quickly pulled away to put a little space between them. “You can skate.”

“Ah, well...” Jeremy’s smile turned sheepish, he looked down for a second, but his hold on Tyler’s waist didn’t relax and despite his accusation Tyler still clung to Jeremy’s front. “Yes, I can, but I wasn’t trying to- well, I wasn’t meaning to lie. It’s just you seemed nervous all day and then I brought you here and you were so excited and so confident, it was so cute that I thought I’d let you show off a little? I am sorry though, it was really sweet that you tried to teach me, you’re good at explaining things, I can see why so many people want you as their tutor. Then again you being exceptionally cute could have something to do with that.”

“T-That’s-” Fuck, he was stuttering, fighting the blush that just kept rushing back.

“I really am sorry, it was just nice seeing you so relaxed.”

Ah, crap. Whatever upset he might of felt over Jeremy lying at all, even over something stupid, had pretty much dissolved. Tyler would like to say the flattery played no part but it did just a little, maybe because though Jeremy was definitely trying to get back in his good books there was nothing teasing about his tone, when he said things like that Tyler could almost think he actually meant it.

“It’s alright,” He said after a moment, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he glanced down at the little space between them, his hands still on Jeremy’s chest, and awkwardly pushed a little more space between them. “It doesn’t matter so much.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Good.”

That smile was back and Tyler couldn’t help but smile a little himself, even when Jeremy released his hold on his waist and instead offered him a hand to hold, which he took in a gentle hold. They stayed on the ice a while longer, until the sky grew a tad darker and their stomachs were rumbling, they headed back to collect their shoes and when they left the park to get something proper to eat he found their hands linked together again.

They got Italian food- his favourite though he hadn’t told Jeremy so, maybe he’d asked Loxley about it, he didn’t mind either way- and shared slices of garlic bread and pizza, tasting bites of each other’s food and even though it made him flustered, which in turn made Jeremy laugh, he couldn’t help but get caught up in the whole day. He wasn’t sure he’d ever smiled so much for so long, not because he wasn’t happy, but because no one had ever made him laugh like that and no one had ever looked so pleased for managing to do so. They debated over the cheque, he was surprised how stubborn the Hufflepuff was about it but Tyler could definitely be worse, in the end they decided to split it evenly. It was dark by then, he wasn’t sure he’d ever spent so much time with anyone beside Loxley, yet when Jeremy suggested they grab something warm to drink he agreed with a smile, not quite ready to leave him yet and heart a flutter when his agreement was met with a gentle squeeze on his fingers. They stopped off at a small cafe that was warm and cosy inside, even at the restaurant he hadn’t taken off his scarf and cardigan but the moment they found a table and Jeremy stood up to order shrugged off the layers until only his sweatshirt remained. He took off his hat too and was sure his hair was a mess, he spared a glance at the counter when he sat back in his seat and immediately wanted to sink down to the floor when he caught Jeremy watching, the smile that pulled at the corner’s of the boy’s mouth making his knees weak- thank Merlin he was sat down already.

“I never notice how long your hair is before,” Jeremy commented when he sat back down, a hot chocolate with a frothy top placed in front of him and a tea pushed over towards Tyler. “Plaits suit you.”

“Loxley did them, I’ve never been good at doing them myself so I don’t bother unless he has the time.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that actually. It’s funny, we’ve always been good friends and I realised the two of you were always close but I didn’t realise until a few years ago that you live together? At home, as well as at school, I mean.”

“Ever since second year,” Tyler nodded, lifting his tea to take a small tip. “My parents always wanted more children, I think, but fostering suited us all better. They considered it before and when I mentioned Loxley it just seemed like a good idea- it was a good idea.”

“He’s practically your brother then?”

“Erm,” Tyler considered the question as Jeremy took a long sip from his mug. “No? Not really, it’s complicated.”

Jeremy didn’t say anything and Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure how else to answer something like that. Jeremy seemed to consider his answer with his mug pressed to his lips, when he set it back down on the table there was a stretch of cream over his top lip, without thinking Tyler sat forward and reached across the table to swipe it away with his thumb. Jeremy licked it before he could, which was horrifically embarrassing, he made a quick more to retract his hand but Jeremy reached up and caught it instead, stretched his fingers out between Tyler’s and brought their joined hands down to rest on the table.

“You and Loxley aren’t... together, right?” His tone was softer, more serious than he’d ever heard it.

“No,” Tyler replied quickly. “It’s not like that, it’s just- it’s just he’s not my brother either. I don’t know how to explain it, he was becoming my friend before my parents started fostering him, and perhaps had we been younger and grown up together it’d be different but it just doesn’t feel that way. We’ve become a lot closer and I care about him- I love him, really- but it’s not like that, it’s just different. He’s my best friend, he knows me better than anyone, I’m grateful he’s such a huge part of my life but I’m not in love with him.”

“Oh.”

“That- It probably doesn’t make sense, sorry.”

He tried to pull his hand away but Jeremy squeezed his fingers and shook his head.

“No, it does. I get it, he’s important to you, but I’m glad you’re not together.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, the way Jeremy said it made his skin hot. Jeremy Lockhart’s glad I don’t have a boyfriend. If that wasn’t a thought that was going to keep him awake at night then he didn’t know what was. And it still all felt so ridiculous to him because he didn’t understand where any of this had come from, why all of a sudden this incredible, gorgeous boy seemed to be so curious about him. They were such different people, before this they’d barely spoken outside of class. Tyler was studious and fairly quiet, he had small groups of good friends he’d made through being together in the library, or in clubs, or even as a prefect but other than being Head Boy he was quite sure most people didn’t know much about him. Everyone knew Jeremy Lockhart. Jeremy was Captain of Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team, Jeremy was funny and kind, he was the life of all the parties and if that wasn’t enough he was just so handsome. He’d literally seen people fawn over Jeremy, seen people go to Quidditch games just to watch him, and despite the entirely different worlds they came from even Tyler, at times, had found himself sparing glances at him from a distance. So many people would be happy to date Jeremy, a lot of people had been happy dating Jeremy, even people he broke up with didn’t have bad words to say about him and somehow he was here with him.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Oh, well, I’m going to apparate?”

“Then... Can I walk you to Diagon Alley, where you can apparate us both to yours, so I can be sure you got home safe?”

He was doing that smile again and Tyler, completely weak against it by this point, just found himself nodding.

Fuck it.

He wasn’t sure how late it was when they appeared at his front gate, only a short path’s walk from his house, Jeremy’s hand in his. It was dark but there were lights on in the house, he had no doubt Loxley would be up and it wouldn’t surprise him if his parents were up too, if only so they could bombard him with questions about his day- or his mother would bombard, his father would listen intently with quite encouragement.

“This is me,” His breath ghosted as he spoke.

“It’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Tyler glanced towards the house, very aware of Jeremy’s hand in his and the odd knot in his stomach at the thought of letting go. Which was so silly, it was all so ridiculous, he probably wouldn’t see the boy for the rest of the holidays now and by the time they got back to Hogwarts all of this would be a distant memory anyway. He turned back to Jeremy and gave a small smile, tried not to let it show that he was completely disappointed that this was over, and reached behind himself to take hold of the gate.

“Today has been... today was wonderful, thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Tyler.”

“Alright but I’m grateful anyway, I had a lot of fun.” There was a moment of silence, during which Tyler hesitantly pulled his hand free from Jeremy’s hold. “I hope you have a good rest of the holidays, Jeremy.”

He turned to go, about ready to run up to his room, bury his face in his pillow and scream. This all felt so very stupid, he barely knew this boy and still the idea of not seeing him until school made his chest ache, and the idea of seeing him then but not being able to be near him, to talk to him like he did today, to hold his hand, made him want to cry. All very stupid, completely ridiculous, which Tyler was neither of. So it was best he just hurry up and forget about all of this anyway but he’d barely took a step before he was spun back around and Jeremy’s hands were on his hips, keeping him in place.

“Wait, I just- I need to say some things and I’m not really sure where to start but I need to say them now or I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life. Can I?”

Tyler just nodded.

“I just feel so, I don’t know, so stupid? Because you’ve just always been there, in classes and in the castle, for the last seven years you’ve been so close and I just never really knew- it’s just that Loxley talks about you all the time, and because he thinks so highly of you I think I always knew you had to be a decent person, but he would say things about you and it just didn’t fit with the image of you I had. And I didn’t know you but that was alright, just hearing about you through Loxley was alright, I didn’t even think much about it until Halloween-”

Oh. He supposed it wasn’t entirely true that he had never spoke to Jeremy properly. Halloween felt like a long time ago, Tyler had thought about it since but it hadn’t seemed so important, at least it hadn’t seemed important to Jeremy. It was nothing really, Hogwarts always through a party and when that one was over it wasn’t unusual for the older students to continue it elsewhere, it had been in Slytherin this year so Tyler had gone for a short while but in the end he’d headed back to his dorm early. When Jeremy showed up for the dorm he wasn’t even looking for him, apparently Loxley had lost a bet and was meant to wear some ridiculous costume but Jeremy hadn’t seen him in it yet, and Tyler had informed him simply enough that his friend wasn’t there. He hadn’t changed out of his costume yet, fluffy white ears still atop his head and tail swaying behind him, Jeremy was part way through asking about it when Alice came out from under his bed and the boy quickly caught on that, rather embarrassingly, he’d dressed as his own cat for Halloween. Tyler had been horrified really, quite sure his entire face went red when Jeremy laughed, laughed so much he nearly stumbled over actually. It really was nothing, Tyler had just brought him in, let him sit down and given him a glass of water. Jeremy had asked him about the open book on his bed and he’d briefly explained something about it, perhaps why he liked it so much, and then Jeremy left. And maybe Tyler had asked Loxley to check on the boy the next day and to pass on some hangover potions if he needed them.

Even thinking about it now made him flustered.

“And then things were just different, I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like everything Loxley said about you that I didn’t understand was suddenly ridiculously obvious. I saw you everywhere all of a sudden, in class or in the corridor, I’d notice you in the Great Hall and get so caught up watching you I’d forget to eat. You had always just been there and you weren’t doing anything differently but it just became more and more obvious that you do so much, you work so hard and look after everyone else, you’re always studying and are probably miles ahead of half the class but every time a professor asks a question you let other people answer first. You read all the time though, all kinds of things, I’d catch you reading poetry or fiction and when you concentrate on something you really love there’s this hint of awe in your eyes I’d never really noticed before. You rarely laugh but you smile to yourself when people say things you like, you smirk when Loxley complains and play with your hair when you’re tired.”

Christ. He looked to the floor, biting his bottom lip as his skin prickled with heat.

“And you chew your lips when you’re nervous, which is hardly ever, I’ve seen you do that more today than ever before. You take exams in your stride but you hate to fly, you’ve never come to a Quidditch game. You look down when you blush, and sometimes when people say something good about you it’s like you don’t believe it.”

“Jeremy-”

“But you should. I wasn’t looking for it before but, Tyler, you’re completely, terrifyingly wonderful and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for months. Now I’ve spent today with you I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop thinking about you ever, I’d be an idiot if I did.” He paused, his breathing was heavy, ghosting between them and Tyler was doing his best not to just melt right there. Jeremy stepped closer, pressing their foreheads together and Tyler could feel his heart pounding. “I don’t want to wait until we go back to school, I don’t want to stop seeing you. Tyler, I like you, in fact I might be just the tiniest bit crazy about you.”

Fuck.

That was a lot to process, more than he’d ever expected, the mere idea that Jeremy noticed him so much made his thoughts a mess. He didn’t know what to say but maybe that was good because Jeremy cupped a hand to his cheek, tilted his head with his thumb and, just when he was sure he couldn’t be more enamoured with the boy, he kissed him. So very softly. Jeremy’s lips were wonderfully warm- not to mention his fingers, that slipped back through his hair and came to rest at the nape of his neck- against the winter air. Maybe it was only a second or two but it was enough to make Tyler’s skin burn, enough that his eyes closed and when the boy pulled away even a little the softest, disappointed sigh left him. He was so sure he was going to pull away, going to let that be the end of it, which was just not good at all. He couldn’t help it, Jeremy’s nose brushed against his and when he felt the boy’s weight shift even just a little Tyler pressed forward, chasing his mouth eagerly. He could feel Jeremy smiling against his lips, and the boy’s hand sliding down his back and then pulling him forward, and all of it was so much he had no choice but to cling to him, to grip a hand at the boy’s chest and slip the other arm up around his shoulder. He was so aware of Jeremy’s hands pulling him in that he was surprised by the heat of his mouth, the taste of his tongue, he gasped and stumbled a step forward but Jeremy pressed him back. Right back until the fence was digging into his back, it clattered when he fell against it but he didn’t care, how could he care when Jeremy was pressing forward against him? And Merlin the way Jeremy kissed. He kissed hungrily, desperately, biting at his bottom lip and tasting his mouth. When Tyler got even half a second to breathe he was moaning, pulling him back in, so eager for Jeremy’s mouth on his and the boy’s hands pulling him impossibly closer. He didn’t even know how he did it but at some point Jeremy’s hands found their way inside his coat, up under his layers until his fingers were freezing against his skin, splayed out on the small of his back and pressing them together. Tyler’s fingers were up in the boy’s hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he was quite sure he’d completely melt if they kept this up and when Jeremy took a moment to groan his name, Tyler just about died.

“Jeremy-” He breathed, practically mewled, lips brushing together even when they were completely out of breath. “Fuck.”

“On the first date? Don’t tease me, Tyler.”

It was impossible to blush more but he still felt the heat rise in his face, even if he smiled against the boy’s mouth regardless.

“I should... this is n-not the time for this, I should be inside.”

“I don’t know, now seems pretty perfect.”

He laughed softly but shook his head, “Jeremy, I can’t.”

“I know, unfortunately. I just...” He kissed him again, unbearably briefly. “Can I call you?” Tyler could barely think, when he nodded it was barely noticeable but Jeremy still smiled and added in a deliciously soft tone. “Tonight?”

He nodded again, more eagerly this time.

It felt wrong to untangle from each other as they did, even now, outside his house where his parents were probably waiting up for him and about to grill him on his day with a boy whose mouth was still pressing brief kisses to his. He missed Jeremy's hands on him the moment they weren’t there, sighed unhappily and pressed himself close to the boy again when Jeremy took a small step back to give him space. He didn’t want space. He uncurled his fingers from Jeremy’s hair, ran his hands down the boy’s chest, found his lips again in another kiss, smiled when he pulled back and Jeremy let out a frustrated groan. He was sure his lips were swollen, they were warm and tingly against the cold air but Tyler didn’t care, Jeremy was looking at him with this achingly wonderful longing look.

“I’m glad I got to see you home safe,” Jeremy whispered, his tone playful. “I would’ve liked to see more of you but that can wait.”

“I’m not the type to rush into things,” Tyler countered, his voice softer, tinged with a seriousness that didn’t match Jeremy’s.

“I know.” The boy just nodded. “That’s alright.”

“Ok.”

Tyler wasn’t sure how to say goodbye after that, after all of it. He felt fluttery and giddy, it was completely stupid but he just didn’t really care, and even though they were barely touching now he still found Jeremy’s mouth for one last brief kiss. Then he had to physically tear himself away, turn around completely and unlock the fence, letting it fall closed behind him to create a physical barrier between them, quite sure otherwise he’d find himself falling back against the boy in a matter of moments anyway. He got half way down the path before he turned around to see Jeremy watching him, he twisted himself around to walk the rest of the way backwards, smiling to see Jeremy waited until he was right up on the doorstep before he mouthed ‘I’ll call you’ and then disappeared. Tyler gazed at the spot he stood for a few moments before sighing and turning to open the front door. He stepped into the hall and let the door close behind him, no sooner had he done so did he hear footsteps running along the hall upstairs. He leaned back against the door just as Loxley appeared on the stairs and his parents walked through from the kitchen, all of them looking at him expectantly. Loxley had that annoying grin on his face again.

“Well? Was I right or not?”

Tyler took in a deep breath, wanting to roll his eyes but instead finding he could only drop his head back against the door and sigh.

Fuck, he could really fall for this one.

Tyler groaned.

“There’s definitely a boy.”

#periculumprompt #[ drabbles ]#this is very long but like????? my heart is so full #au where Ty's parents are alive and he's still a quiet bookish boy but he's so much happier #au where Ty's parents always wanted other children and started fostering Loxley so him and Ty actually grew up together #au that's not au cause they totally still share a bed all the time like idiots #au where no matter the circumstances Tyler and Jeremy can't help falling in love with each other #and the boys are always together no matter what happens #I'm fine I'm just crying for no reason all is good #[ just keep me ]#I spent too long on this hahahahaha it's so long #but still gooey fluffy Tyremy is my lifeblood #[ AU ]

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