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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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Super-Hubby Proof

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Summary: you have a plan for your and clarks anniversary, but bruce has to help with some details.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, implied Smut, Femdom, MaleSub, Switch, Power Play, Bondage, implied Bdsm, Mentions of Pegging, Toys, Humour

A/n: somthing ive finally got the courage to post lol i hope someone likes it, as its different from what I normally write.

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"What why do you need that?" Bruce huffed as he waltzed about the bat cave you werent allowed in but somehow snuck into and pestered him.

"I... shut up bruce you gonna help or not?" You followed grumbling as the bat of gotham tried to our manoeuvre you in the 'lair'

"No im not, not unless you tell me why?" Bruce finally growled turningmon you clearly worried about your request for kryptonite in any form, let alone bindings. You were clarks wife and bruce would allow concessions but this request made him uneasy. Why would you need clark restrained? Superman weakened? Was there foul play?

"Ugh... For fuck sake-look trust me I'm not gonna hurt him! I'm just... I just need him... subdued for a while thats all" you uttered flushing trying to avoid the reason behinde it all.

"I'm sorry y/n but I'm going to need more then that, your asking me to make restraints for the most powerful being on the planet... not least of all my friend" he huffed spinning on you crossing his arms tryingnto give you the third degree. He was slowly becoming worried, why would his friends wife need tk restrain him? His mind was mulling over every possible reason.

"He will thank you trust me... Its just a delicate issue" you tried hinting at the reason behinde it. It wasnt like you could just say it out right!

"Delicate? Are you in trouble or something? Are you going to do something stupid? Is that why you need him tied up? So he wont come save you?" Bruce frowned shaking his head whilst throwing out more suggestions, slowly becoming more and more worried.

You paused and sighed shaking your head blinking at him before slumping, deflating a little. Yoh really didnt want to risk embarrassing yourself or clark... but clark deserved this! He deserves everything. And if you had to tell beuce to make it haplen then you will. Besides you doubt the bat would repeat this information. Witn any luck he'd want to forget it completely!

"No.. no look i just... come here, i'll whisper it the walls have eyes... and ears" you leant forward and began whispering. To him, at first it was hard admitting that you and clark wanted to explore li,e this. But it quickly became easier when bruce began flushing and trying to pull away from you causing a fuss.

"Oh-OH?! wait thats his thing? You know what dont answer that im game... wait stop- no! I mean yes i fine thats enough! Please stop talking!" The bats voice got higher as his hands held yours and he attempted to pry your fingers from his suit as ou whispered in detail eactly what you were going to do to your immobilised bent over super-hubby~

"Y/n for the love of god stop! I gotcha, i gotcha... okay i'll do it but you know he will be annoyed right? Your really pushing it this time" bruce said still uncomfortable but now it was becuase of the intimate details of your and clarks sex life that youd just explained.

"I'll be fine... if you do your job right" you hummed patting him on the back and stepping away from him with a chuckle taking a little moment to relish in making the big badass party boy bruce wayne flush like a little school boy.

"I can have them ready in a week or so will that be enough to... prepare the... other bits you need?" He uttered queitly curseing the fact that he just couldnt shut himsekf up. It was as if he really were a teenager just spewing questions and muttering words just to try and rid himself of the images of you pegging his best friend.

"Yes, yes thats fine- and dont worry i've already got the strapon and the vibrating butt-" you said smirking the entire time eyeing the billionaire impishly enjoyingnthe way he looked ready yo have and aneurism or somthing. It was rare to catch him out like this, so ofcourse you were going to milk it.... much like your husband~ lucky you!

"Oh god stooopp!?" He hissed and tried to escape you once more by distancing himself from you drifting behinde one 9f the many workbenches in the cave.

"can you do one more thing brucie boy?" You purred tipptoeing forward dragging your long nails over the desk as you prowled around it stoppin beside him and leaning back casually fluttering your lashes at him pleading. He gave a hefty sigh before answering.

"What?" he asked hesitantly almost dreading whatever extra little request you had for him. You grinned and prodded his chest lightly as you spoke in an over enthusiastic tone.

"Can. You, mr big bad bat of gotham~ Sneak my gift into the fortress? He... We always go there for a few days on our anniversary" you asked whilst givin him a little tidbit as to why you wanted this potentially dangerous subduing apparatus in supermans secret club house. Bruces face dropped to confusion, then annoyance finally resting with shock and a bewildered look. Then blinked as you giggled at him. Today must be your lucky day, you'd got more reactions out of the stoic man today then you had for the entire fohr years youd known him!

"Thats where you sneak off to? Thats... Pretty weak I'd have thought he'd take you to the maldives or bahamas?" You laughed outloud and waved a hand at him, brushing off the shock. Bahamas? God somtimes you forgot this man had more money then he had sense. It was laughable that he thought clark could afford a surprize romantic bahamas trip on his salary from the daily planet. Hell even with your earnings you'd bearly afforded the trip to Disney world last year.

But bruce sat there straight faced, and slightly confused. Sometimes the man forgot what he had. He didnt think anything of jetting off to the most luxurious destinations when ever he pleased. It was pocket change to him... i mean youd had to explain what an over draft was to him once. He didnt understand how a bank account could be minus. In this sense he was actually quite adorable, feared billionaire vigilante of gotham being taught the valure of money by a random little nobody.

"Well he is only a reporter, we cant afford that and we... enjoy being normal you know? No flying or whatever... clark and y/n kent, no superman" you said managingnto get your laughter under control. You didnt want him to be offended its just gave you the chuckles when he was like this, it was sweet in a way.

"Pfft No superman? In supermans super secret kryptonian spaceship fortress?" He huffed now feeling all grumpy becuase youd laughed at him. He knew you hadn't meant to but you sometimes made him feel stupid. He couldnt help the money and lifestyle he'd been raised in. But he was slowly understanding what his wealth offered him, and it was more then the fast women and fast cars.

You smiled to him rolling your eyes and leaning down tryingnto get eye contact with him to let him know you were messing with him. After a few seconds you nudged him forceing a smile and he snapped out of his pouting.

"Tell you what you do your little thing and i will book a week in the maldives for you, all inclusive sea villa everything on my black card" he decided with a huge grin but youees almost popped out and you shook your head quickly panic washing over you. You couldnt do that!

"What? No bruce i cant let you do that"

"You can and you will, he's gonna know it was me who made this fucking contraption-" he argued but you tried to cut him off only to fall silent as he held a hand up shushing you.

"Look point is this is my ass on the line too, maldives will save me from getting roasted... literally"

"Fine i suppose i cant stop you...

"Then its a deal i will make you the....thing and it will do everything your little deviant heart desires. And in return i get to treat you and clark to a romantic holiday to try and save my own skin" he said with ,inimal cringeing whilst holding his hand out to you. You smiled warmly at him and took his hand. Yu knew he would have made your special super-proof stockades anyway but this was also his excuse to treat you and clark to a getaway of a life time. Bruce wouldnt take now for an answer, this was his way of still being the cool hard ass of gotham.

"Great its settled now leave before you start putting more images in my head its creepy!" He huffed spinningnyou around and escourting you out of the cave making you laugh.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked you super-hubby leading him through the fortress. He smiled squeezing your hand as you dragged him down the halls.

He was excited, what ever you had planned had aroused you, you were dripping. He could smell it on the air the sweetmlness he'd soon be feasting on no doubt! He couldnt wait~ especially when youd stripped into an amazing vintage looking lingerie set, all lace and silk, stockings and snug garter belt hugging your form. You even remained in the stilletto high heels he loved you in despite you hateing the pain that came with them. He appreciated the sacrifice on your part.

"Yes yes" clark replied with a chuckle, you grinned entering the room where the magnificent set of kryptonite laced stockades were. Bruuce had done wonders taking great care to place just enough to weaken clark to that of a human man. Bruce made sure no harm would come to you or his friend. None of the kryptonite was visible, it was deeply embedded so it wouldnt irritate clarks skin. The kryptonian wouldnt know its was there untill he felt how weakend he was. Nothing dangerous, simply enough to let you have our wicked way with him.

You were excited, clark had said a few times he'd love to be powerless just once. To fall victim to you and your lust, to feel waht it was you felt everytime you gave everything up to him. He wanted to be free, free to feel and let go give in to a weaker pliant side.

And you always wanted to give that to him. To let him be vulnerable with you. Youd explored this with him somewhat, you'd topped him trying out a few things he'd hinted to b7t been to shy to ask for out right. But that was just a butt plug, he'd enjoyed it-ruined the sheets below him! So you were sure he was going to enjoy this whole endeavour. But you were a little nervous. I mean the odd finger or butt plug was one thing, but fucking him? That was something else.

"No xray peeking?" You chimed leading him closer to his metaphorical doom.

"No I promise now what are you doing?" He asked nerves creeping into his voice as you stopped him and began removing his shirt, flicking open the buttons one by one pressing kisses on the skin as you pealed the shirt open. Clark shuddered when you locked your tiny hot mouth around a nipple nibbling aspt it whilst dragging his short away.

You hummed releasing the now reddened teet with a drag of your teeth and giggled nuzzling against his warm fuzzy chest smoothingnyour hands over the plains of hard muscles, they jumped and shivered as your cool hands roamed him.

"Just relax my love~ Now spin and bend forward... there we go arms up babe" you finally spoke helping get him into place befpre quickly shucking dpwn the top of the stockades.

"Wha- babe what the fuck?" He yelped eyes snapping open and quickly tugging in a panic only to gasp and stutter when he couldnt tear free instantly.

"Do you like it?" You asked prowling around him like a cat, leathal and smooth. The stealth and grace you had in that moment was enough to bring any ,an to their knees. For a moment he was greatfull for the stockades holding him up right... well half up anyway. If not the the contraption he'd already be on his own knees befpre you pressig desperate kissing along your knee and inner thigh begging to lap at the juicey cunt hidden and weeping behinde the silk.

"This is your anniversary gift my love! A set of kinky stockades, but this set is particularly intresting there is a tiny bit of kryptonite init." You drolled smirking at him as he wriggled, breath already becomeing laboured pants and his suit pants becoming tighter. His cock already a few steps ahead, the beacon had been lit~

"Just enough to keep you in check" yu hummed disappearing behinde him a victorious smile gracing your lips as he cursed and the stockades gave a dull clunck as he tr4ied to follow you and keep you in his sight.

"Tonight mr kent you truley are at my mercy~" you purred from behinde him, tugging your harness up your thighs and securingnit on your waist letting the buckles clink so you husband could hear it. He shivered and moaned. You giggled biting your lip as you stroed arohnd before him again letting him see his suspicions were correct. You will have him tonight, just as he had you many nights before.

"Ah fuck babe- babe please~" he yipped and moaned stamping his feet cutely as you moved forward hands tagging eagerly at his suit pants and releasied the button letting the soft dark material fall to the floor, and then pinged him with the elastic of his boxers before forcing them down his hips.

"Begging already wonder boy? Im not even started. Kick" you uttered teasing him by keepjngnyour face just out of his reach. He whined and craned his neck trying to press kisses to your cheek but you held storng before comanding him to kick away his discarded bottoms.

"Now lets have a little one on one time with this glorious ass shall we?" You hummed whislt reaching out of his siht and reappeared with a bottle of lube before opening and drizzling it over the phalus attatched to your pubic bone. You bit your lipwatxhing him as his eyes followed your ha d and then widened, he almost yelped out loud and shifted on his feet again, hos own cock jumping at the sight.

"Oh god babe?! I-thats not gonna fit!" He keened tugging unconsciously on the stockade once more drawing a giggle from you when his voice trailed off into a moan.

"Thats what she said... well what i said~" you giggled and continuedto stroke the lube over the average sized pink strappon that was secured to your crotch. Smirking all the while as clark tried looking away absentmindedly trying to tugg his head free on the stockade. But every flinch was met with stern resistance by the apparatus, holding the mans hands and head in its grasp.

"But i think you'll find this will be a perfect fit~" you hummed walking around out of hos veiw with a smirlk. Clark tugged again moaning loud as you disappeared behinde him out of sight. You moved your hands over his back petting the taugh skin nd drifted lower to his hip and then followed the bone, one fatal arch that dipped forward towards the powerfull v above your own prize. Your hand grasped him firmly drawing a hiss and violent jerk of his hips forward willing you to grasp him firmly.

You did so with a laugh but remained still enjpying the pants and mewls, the desperae whines of your bound love whos whole body trembled. You knew this is something he'd wanted to experience, complete and utter helplessness. To be a your mercy entirely and have to endure whatever you wanted from him. And every moan and gasped breath and wimper only made you more confident in your decision.

"And remember love, the safeword is batmobile~" you teased ghosting your lips over his shoulder pressing a kiss to his skin making him jolt again. Hand tightening and twisting around his engorged cock, the way it was throbbing and twitching in your fingers telling you just how much he was enjoying this new found switch. You were glad he did, there was always that seed of doubt. But you figured it'd be good for him to let go everyonce in a while.

"Whats the safe word?" You asked teasingly, his response was a gargled moan of 'batmobile' makjng you chuckled and stand tall right behinde him raking your nails down his back as a reward making the godlike man bow beneath them, arching like a cat. Both chaseing and fleeing the light sting of you manicured nails. You chuckled when his whole body shivered again as the tickle became a pleasant sting.

"Now be a good boy and relax" you purred stopping the light patterns at the curve of his taught bottom that twitched and rippled as he shifted on his feet. You grinned and snapped your hand up capturing the underneath of his bottom making him yelp. You paused as the red mark began to show and then grinned.

So the kryptonite weakened him enough to feel the bite of your palm? Thats good to know ~ you hushed him rubbing the soft spot before lightly plucking at the cheeks separateing them just to let them spring back. He mewled archjng and squirming pleadjng with you to show him mercy, finallysuccumbing to you and the festivities you had in mind. You let out a giggle your breath fanning over his tail bone as you pressed a single chaste kiss to one of the glorious cheeks.

"Good boy Clark"

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #superman x you #superman imagine #superman x reader #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent imagine

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theimperialnuisance · 2 years ago

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FFXIV Write 2022 //ffxivwrite info//prompt list//character info//master post//

Prompt Twenty-one: Solution | noun: a liquid mixture in which the minor component (the solute) is uniformly distributed within the major component (the solvent) | Word count: 1043 Characters: Syren, Estinien, Thancred, Urianger, Bijou (belonging to Tokki-Yue) and Calline (belonging to Circusredmage) Cw: none unless you don’t like descriptions of being nauseous but it’s not graphic. Notes: Bounced between two ideas for this one and settled on some silliness for the “For Thavnair bound” quest. Contains early Endwalker spoilers.

A teensy bit of aether sickness was an understatement. The moment the five of them teleported successfully to Thavnair, they quickly became the city’s most sorry looking group as each of them began to get hit with the nausea and dizziness. Urianger practically had to be dragged by Estinien while the rest of them stumbled over to a nearby bench.

“This…” Bijou began weakly, a small hiccup accompanying a groan. “This is awful.” She leaned all her body weight onto Syren’s shoulder who was slumped over next to her.

Estinien started at the the group with his arms crossed and a look of sympathy. “I’ve seen fairer faces after a bad bout of shellfish.”

“…is there aught we can do about this?” Thancred groaned from his sprawled position at the end of the bench.

“…something—something to drink,” Calline began who was seated next to Urianger who remained silent with his head hanging low. “It might—ugh, settle our stomachs.”

“Right then,” Estinien turned on his heel. “I’ll got get some drinks to see if that’ll help settle your stomachs.” And he was gone. A moment of silence passed through the group, Syren feeling especially uneasy about letting the Elezen wander to the market alone but he couldn’t quite remember why.

“Syren…” Thancred suddenly began with a groan. “I don’t think you need reminding but Krile included the note in her instructions anyway…” he trailed off but the Viera didn’t need him to finish the sentence as the realization dawned on him. He was still alarmingly bad with coin.

Syren let a groan as he raised his head to stare at Thancred, only being able to reply with a short but annoyed, “…shite.”

The prospect of having to stand up was not favorable, he feared he’d lose his lunch if he even tried. Still, the sorry faces around him weren’t making any effort to move so it was all up to him, especially because he was the only one to know of Estinien’s past terrible spending habits.

He inhaled a breath to prepare himself, standing rather abruptly. The minute he moved, Bijou made a noise of discontent as she toppled sideways and her head hit the bench—she didn’t seem entirely phased by it however as she made no effort to sit up now that her makeshift pillow of Syren’s shoulder was gone.

Syren however, was regretting how quickly he stood. The world spun violently and the ground threatened to meet him. He bent double in order to prevent his lunch from coming back up, inhaling several deep breaths before finally being able to stand upright and take a wobbly step toward the market.

“Heh, ever the determined one you are,” he heard Thancred praise weakly before making a noise as if he was trying to hold back his lunch.

Syren didn’t bother to look back as he dragged himself as quickly as his body would allow. His limbs felt heavy and every step forward felt as if the world tilted more and more to one side. He must’ve of looked like quite the sight as all he could see through his blurred vision were looks of alarm from passerby’s. Still, he somehow made it to the stall, hunching over to catch his breath, just barely hearing the last of the merchant’s pitch.

“…it's the perfect drink for anyone with unruly bellies and once again, I’ll offer you my special deal as a warm welcome to Thavnair!”

Special deal? Syren’s ears perked up on alert—that sounded suspicious. He made an unseen scowl as he straightened up and closed the distance between him and Estinien’s back. “For—how much?” He grounded out, his ice blue eyes flickering over to the Merchant who gave a nervous start.

Estinien looked up at him in surprise. “Oh? I figured you were unable to stand. What’s the urgency?”

“You—” Syren began but had to stop abruptly as a foul taste began to fill his mouth. He swallowed with another scowl, pointing at the bottles.

Estinien seemed to understand as he replied, “Five of these for only 20,000 gil—said it was a special solution to help cure your ailments.”

Syren inwardly groaned—he hasn’t changed at all! He shook his head as hard as he could and turned his glare to the merchant as if silently saying this is a robbery and you know it.

The merchant let out a little yelp. “Ah—you know, I may be mistaken with my pricing! It’s actually 2700 for the five vials.” He hastily pushed them toward the Dragoon with a sheepish grin. “My sincerest apologies…!”

“Hmph, that could’ve been a costly mistake—for both of us.” Estinien mused as he pulled out his gil and handed it to the merchant who accepted it and hurried away. He then handed one of the bottles to Syren who immediately uncorked it and downed it.

The taste was sickly sweet and he couldn’t help the face of disgust as he swallowed but his head was already beginning to clear up as his stomach settled. “Did you ever stop to think for a second that the man was swindling you?!” Syren finally managed to say watching as Estinien raised his brow in surprise with how quickly the Viera recovered.

He paused, bringing a hand up to his jaw to think. “It did seem fairly expensive but the man drives a hard bargain. Said it had just the right ingredients for aether sickness and with how sorry you lot looked, being picky wasn’t an option.”

Syren couldn’t help the bemused laugh that escaped him as he rolled his eyes. “One of these days, you’ll spend all your coin on the cheapest item and I won’t be there to stop you.”

Estinien crossed his arms with a smirk. “Well, it’s a good thing your sheer stubbornness was able to stop me this time I suppose.” He reached down to hand the remaining vials of the solution to Syren. “Here—take these to the others and get some rest, I’ll rejoin you once I have a better look around.” Syren tossed him an accusatory glare and he heaved a sigh. “I won’t spend my coin carelessly.”

“Good,” Syren pocketed the remaining vials with a huff before turning on his heel to return to the others.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #prompt 21 solution #endwalker spoilers #nico writes #syren ligeia #estinien varlineau #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #For Thavnair bound #Endwalker #ffxiv writing #final fantasy xiv #viera wol #male viera #mun thoughts ahead #got it in with a minute to spare!#will probably reblog it once I finish and edit it

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

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harpyloon · 4 years ago

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“how’d we get so deep from just talking about bubble tea?" / f.w

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!OC

Warnings: Angst, mentions of food... also fluffy and cute!

Summary: Fred Weasley and OC Female character fight about bubble tea and it gets kinda angsty but not too much

A/N: Was supposed to be a Fred x Reader thing but i'm not too confident with my 2nd person writing skills yet. Viktoria is my Fred Weasley simp friend 🤪 but she can also be you!

Also wanted to incorporate a bit of how Hermione mentioned the twins slightly affecting Ron's confidence in canon HP. Testing out the waters so let me know what you think! Hope there wasn't too much angst on here.

WC: 2.4k+

This is for you @weasleyclaw

Read on AO3

"What in Merlin's pants is this supposed to be?"

Viktoria giggled enthusiastically against a wide-rimmed straw stuck between her teeth, watching Fred Weasley's perplexed face as he struggled to ingest the contents in his mouth.

"Swallow," she commanded.

Fred quirked an eyebrow, pausing his chewing. "Well, that's what I sai—

He grunted as she took a swipe to his shin.

"Swallow," Viktoria said again, attempting a glare this time, but mirth was swimming around in her eyes.

Frowning and chewing with performative haste, Fred swallowed loudly and obediently (to Viktoria's delight) and stuck out his tongue like a good schoolboy, displaying an empty mouth.

She smiled cheekily, "Well? How is it?"

Instead of answering, Fred brought his wand out and pointed it to his tongue.

"Aguame—“

“NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Viktoria snatched Fred’s wand immediately, sneaking frantic glances around and shoving it inside her coat.

“Are you mental?!” she whisper-yelled to her boyfriend who had a frown on his face.

“But I'm parched,” grumbled Fred as Viktoria pushed him towards a fairly deserted alley adjacent to the main street.

Covent Garden was bustling with Muggles. Seeing as Easter was fast approaching, boutiques were filled to the brim with shoppers queuing for last-minute holiday hauls, and everyone was out and about, basking in the spring breeze.

A good-looking pair of lovebirds sipping on matching bubble tea beverages, walking down James Street hand-in-hand was nothing close to unusual on a cheerful sunny day such as today. What would've been unusual was if one of the pair suddenly shot out cold, freshwater into his mouth from a wooden stick. That would've stirred some heads.

"You're parched?" Viktoria's eyes were wide and exasperated. "How many times do you have to pull something like that in the middle of a bloody Muggle street—"

"It was you who made me swallow it!" said Fred defensively.

She scoffed, "Oh please. You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic? These things taste like Dungbombs!" he waved his still-full cup of bubble tea, shoving it up his girlfriend's face as if it's committed some horrendous crime. Black little pearls were swimming around between Viktoria's eyes.

She shoves him off, offended.

"Excuse me? Dungbombs? Have you actually eaten Dungbombs?"

"Well, no, but these sure look like 'em."

Viktoria gasped.

"You did not," she glared threateningly at Fred.

"Also," his face frowned in disgust, "who—in their right mind—would put ice in tea? Barbaric is what this is!"

Viktoria's mood was getting fouler by the second. She had been excited. So incredibly excited to have Fred finally try one of her favorite drinks in the world. Her mother was a muggle, and her father a Curse Breaker��where the job came with travelling; when they had lived briefly in Thailand when she was thirteen, they couldn't get her to stop drinking bubble tea every single day.

"I can't believe you said that," she said.

"What? The truth?"

"The entire world doesn't drink tea the same way the British do, Fred!"

"Well too bad for them then! No one makes tea like Mum does."

"This is different. This is about trying something new!"

"Well, I don't want new!"

"UUUUUGRRRH."

With a loud groan, she snatched the cup being dangled in front of her face and stomped away angrily.

"HEY— Where are you going?" Fred called to her retreating back.

The good-looking pair of lovebirds were no longer a subject of longing stares as passersby dodged the now bitter-looking woman storming down the Muggle street, sipping from two cups of bubble tea simultaneously, her boyfriend running to keep up with her.

"Viktoria," Fred called out as reasonably projected as possible. They were making a scene and he knew it. He didn't mind the attention when he was being funny or when people stared at him and Viktoria hand-in-hand. He loved showing her off. Not like this though. Not when she was walking away from him.

"Viktoria," he was jogging next to her now, "slow down."

"Sod off and go drown in your Mum's tea, Fred Weasley," she growled without so much as a glance in his direction. "I hate you so much right now."

"Will you stop walking for one second?"

She brisked even faster.

"Okay, okay, I'm sor—," he dodged running into a stroller and an angry mother who chastised him. After apologizing profusely at the woman who was immediately charmed by the Weasley smile, he glanced up and saw that Viktoria was nowhere to be found.

"Shite."

Running down James Street, he paused through every alley, searching, passing by the boutiques they've previously visited earlier in the day. Skidding to a halt in front of the bubble tea shop, he entered and scanned the small space.

"Back for another already?"

The woman who had served them earlier was smiling at Fred behind the counter, "Original Bubble for your lady?"

"Uh," he was still panting, "er—no thank you, madame. I was wondering if—"

The woman laughed.

"Just one for her today then? That's a first. On her best days she can do three!" she seemed to laugh at a memory.

"Er—sorry?"

The woman shook her head in amusement, "Your little lady would swell her digestion herself if she could, only if it meant she could drink pints of these devils!" she gestured to the gallons of ready-made tea behind her. "It's a sight. She practically inhales it. I'm lactose-intolerant you see. Watching her, I live vicariously!"

The woman laughed again and pointed to a window in the corner of her shop, "Sits over on that cushion every Sunday when she's back from school."

Fred's breathing was calming down, but his heart was thumping faster.

"She nicked yours 'in't she?" she asked. "That why you're back for another?"

Eyes glued to the small corner booth by the window, Fred answered with a question, "She likes bubble tea then?"

"Likes?" the woman almost scoffed, "Darling, I could say she's a shop benefactor with the number of cuppas that girl downs! She told me once that our tea is the closest thing to those authentic ones you find in— where was that? Taiwan? Anyway—"

"Thailand," breathed Fred, and dread was closing in on him. Remorse slowly working its way to his erratic heart. "She—she lived there for a while. Told me all about the..."

The tea.

"I'll take you I swear," she told him as they walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, "it's almost as good as the ones in Bangkok. NOT AS AMAZING, but good enough!"

Viktoria had moved to Hogwarts when they were in their fifth year, straight from Thailand; carrying stories of her Curse Breaker father, speaking fluent Gobbledegook in Charms that made her a Flitwick favorite, and going on and on about how the school kitchens didn't have black squishy pearls swimming in cold tea...

Sighing, Fred turned to the woman who was still beaming at him.

"One Original Bubble please."

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Viktoria watched churchgoers walk past her from the bench where she sat near St. Paul's Chapel, nibbling on her straw mindlessly.

The two cups of bubble tea were long empty. Her stomach was rumbling quietly from the aggressive intake of lactose, and her foul mood dulled into a solemn ache.

She remembered when she was still back in Hogwarts a few days ago, packing for the Easter holidays. Recalling her long list of "must-dos" with Fred that she had planned out. This was their second holiday as a couple, after getting together right before Fred and George decided to drop out mid-year of their sixth. They wrote together all summer long, and she had spent the following Christmas at the Burrow.

With You-Know-Who back in the picture, nowhere was safe to spend anything these days. But a Muggle area gave a supposedly wider berth from danger. This was why the two had planned to meet her family this time, introduce Fred to her mum and dad, and bring him around Muggle London.

"She's lovely," he whispered in her ear as her mother stood up to refill all their bowls with her homemade Sheperd's Pie.

Viktoria smiled, "She is when she's full."

"Just like you then," said Fred with a smirk.

Her foot met his toe and he coughed out a sharp grunt.

"Say that again?"

"You are as lovely as your mother, my sweet," he mumbled back and gave a strained smile to her Curse Breaker father when he peered at them curiously.

"Lovely my big fat foot," Viktoria grumbled under her breath, poking the bottom of her empty cup with the straw aggressively. "Stupid, insensitive, red-headed git. Can't even pretend. Can't even try to pretend to like it. I'm supportive, aren't I? I even offer to be a guinea pig for the Wheezes. Remember when I grew a stubble because of that potion?" she was talking to her cup now, remembering being the human experiment for Magical Moustache Miracle Stubble Grow.

"AND (poke) TO THINK (poke) I WAS SO (even more aggressive poke) EXCITED!"

A straw-shaped hole peered up at her from the bottom of the cup.

"UGH, I don't even know why I'm mad!"

Someone cleared their throat gently behind her.

Huffing haughtily and knowing exactly who it was, Viktoria ignored the sound and continued to glare at the throng of Muggles walking past. She would not give in. She won't.

A long shadow loomed over her and sat on the bench, giving them a respectable amount of space in between.

The small square they were in was rumbling with activity. But there was nothing but silence in their own little bubble.

Sluuuurp.

She won't look. No. Spiting her, he is. Making fun. Always making fun—

SLUUUUUUUUUURP.

Chancing upon him at the corner of her eye, Viktoria saw Fred sipping on a cup of Original Bubble, frowning as he maneuvered his straw to catch the pearls that were swimming away.

"You don't have to do that."

Fred looked up, straw in mouth, "Well, how am I supposed to catch them then? Sneaky little gorgons—"

"No," sighed Viktoria, "I mean you don't have to drink that. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to."

"You're not forcing me at a—"

"Cut it out, Fred."

Silence.

Children were running around nearby, feeding Pigeons with small pieces of bread from their lunch helpings. A little girl slipped. There were no tears though. She continued to roll around the pavement, shrieking with delight, to her mother's chagrin.

She heard him sigh beside her.

"I'm a git."

Silence.

"You kept going on about this all year last. Never stopped. It—it slipped my mind."

Silence.

"I'm a git and I deserve to be trolled."

Silence.

"I'm a filthy pile of dung and I subject myself to eating toadstools for the rest of my life."

"You are not eating toadstool," Viktoria glared at Fred who held his breath as she finally spoke. "I will not snog a toadstool eating wizard."

Fred's eyes turned misty, "You still wanna snog me?"

"When you're not being an absolute arse, I do."

Closing the gap between them the tiniest bit, Fred said, "I'm sorry, Viktoria."

It took a few breaths before she gave a defeated sigh, "This is stupid," she muttered. "This is stupid, I don't even know why I'm mad—"

"I do," interrupted Fred. "I know and I deserve it. I was a git. I wasn't paying attention and I was completely insensitive. You always," he was struggling, "you always feel things around you, even people. You read rooms clearly, you keep me in check. My mouth— I— I can't control it sometimes I— I say hurtful things to people I love without meaning them."

Viktoria was looking at him now, observing Fred's shameful downcasted eyes.

He blinked a couple of times before continuing, "Hermione confronted me once about it, about how the small things I say affected Ron loads. And I— I didn't want to believe her at first. Shrugged her off-quite rudely to be honest. But when I saw him play for Keeper I..."

There was a snitch-sized lump down Viktoria's throat and it was preventing any form of speech. She knew this. They had both sat down and talked about each other's flaws and hubris awhile back, after getting into a massive fight before Christmas at the Burrow. She was familiar with Fred's difficulty with words, his teasing getting too far at times. But he was good. She knew this as well. His affection coursed differently. And this was precisely why she loved him.

Words failing her, she grabbed his bubble teacup and took a long sip. His eyes held hers and she took his hand.

"Go on," she encouraged.

He took a deep breath, "Well, you know what happened. He was all over the place, Ron. Couldn't save a single Quaffle, quite unlike our matches in our backyard. George and I knew he was good. Merlin, even Ginny knew. But he wavered on the pitch. He didn't have the guts. And I had a lot to do with that."

Fred brought Viktoria's hand to his lips, "I'm doing better. You said so yourself," she gave him a teary smile, "but I— I slip and I'm sorry. I'll have more tact. I know it's the little words I overlook, and I'll work on that now. I swear I'll be more careful and— I just don't want to drive you away. You most of all."

Silently and without preamble, Viktoria stood. Fred blinked up at her, and from where she gazed, she saw the mist and remorse swimming all over his enchanting brown eyes.

"Oh, Fred Weasley," she smiled shyly down at him, brushing strands of red away from his forehead. "How'd we get so deep from just fighting about bubble tea?"

He gave a hearty guffaw, the signature Fred laughter that made her heart leap. "Because I'm a drama queen is why."

Pulling her to his lap, she settled on his chest, her head propped against his cheek.

"You're a good man, my Freddie," said Viktoria. His arms tighten around her. "You're the sweetest, most handsome, and you snog me so well."

Fred's laugh was contagious, his chest vibrating against her back. She grinned.

"And you were right. You are doing so well. I forgive you. And I'm sorry too."

She turned her head and rested it below his chin, her nose propped against his jaw, inhaling while her eyes fluttered shut. The sweet, gun-powdered scent of Fred Weasley. All bruised and perfect for her and her only.

"You know," started Fred, breaking their small silence as he stole a sip from the cup, "these aren't half bad."

Viktoria rolled her eyes, "Oh stop."

"I'm serious! I should've given them more teeth. I reckon it's all in the chew."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm. We could make something out of this for Wheezes."

"No."

"Edible Dungbombs?"

Viktoria groaned.

Unbelievable.

#by gabi #fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #harry potter fic #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #byGabi

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sleepyimpala · 4 years ago

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bad days

FANDOM: Knives Out. PAIRING: jacob thrombey x reader. GENRE: fluff. WARNINGS: swearing. may offend those in the lgbtq community and panic! at the disco fans. (please note that i myself am heterosexual biromantic and a panic! fan). REQUESTED: yes. REQUESTS FOR KNIVES OUT ARE CLOSED.

REQUEST: @taradenbrough12 asked holy shite i finally found a blog that writes abt jacob thrombey, You don't know how much happiness the existance of this blog and your works has brought me . I'd like to request a jacob thrombey x reader, where he basically gets in a physical fight after fucking with some people online, he gets hurt pretty badly and reader whose his crush finds him in this humiliating state and patches him up. Again, i'm huge fan of your writing ❤❤❤

I was reading by the window in my room when Jacob stumbles in through the back door.

“Shit, Jacob!” I spring up from my seat. “Are you OK? What - What happened?”

My boyfriend glares at me, groaning and flopping down onto my bed.

He had one black eye and lots of scars, looked totally dishevilled and fictional.

“What do you think?!” He explodes.

“Um,” you say, biting your lip to stop yourself from screeching in laughter.

“Fucking LIBERAL SNOWFLAKES and their fucking GAY RIGHT activist SHIT,”

“Oh god, what happened this time?”

“I insulted their LORD and SAVIOUR Brendon Urie,” he spits on the ground.

“Jesus, Jacob, you know half of the Panic! fandom are emo, right?” I smirk at the thought.

Jacob getting beaten up by a bunch of emo kids wearing black and band shirts?

What a dream.

Uh, sorry. I’m kind of a bitch.

“Yeah, I discovered,” he hisses.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Whatever nurse shit your mom taught you, I’m in a bad mood and I just want to lie down with you,”

“Jacob, my mom is a maid, not a nurse. That’s Marta,” I say as he pulls off his shirt frustratedly.

“Ooh, shouldn’t we get Marta to look at these?” I gesture to several red scars on his chest.

“And have that anchor baby touch me? No thanks,” he retorts.

“No wonder why you got beaten up by gays,”

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT I DESPISE HIM! HE’S PANSEXUAL! EITHER PICK ONE OR - ”

Jacob starts heatedly.

“OK, babe,” I roll my eyes, my fingers lightly dancing across his skin as I apply rubbing alcohol to his chest. “There, all good now,”

“Ugh, why do I even date you?” He mutters.

“Sex?” I breathe. He glares at me. “Please don’t dump me,”

“Not like anyone else would date me anyways,” he rolls his eyes, kissing my forehead. “Thank you,”

“You’re so MOODY today,” I smile softly, resting my head on his shoulder.

MASTERLIST (requests for jacob/knives out are closed)

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johaerys-writes · 5 years ago

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For @tevivinter and @dadrunkwriting! Thank you so much for the prompt freeeen! <3

You expected angst? Haaaa NOPE! Have a one shot (set in the as- yet- untitled Modern AU me and @oftachancer are writing) where my OC Tristan is sick, and Dorian and @oftachancer‘s OC Aran are trying to make him feel better. Just because oftachancer and I wanted an excuse to write the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. Enjoy! :)

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“Fasta vass,” Dorian shivered, stepping into the flat warily. The windows were all open, blustering frigid air pouring through the rooms. He tugged his coat tighter, flicking on the lights and crossing to close them.

“No!” Aran hissed as he scrambled down the hallway, shutting the overhead lamps off. “You’ll wake him up.” Whispering. Terrified. His copper streaked blond hair a wild tangle. His glasses askew, exhausted eyes wide behind them.

“What’s happened?” Dorian glanced past him down the hall. “What’s wrong?”

“Shhhh!”

“Pardon me?”

“He’s insane,” Aran pressed his hand to Dorian’s lips as he clung to him. “He’s gone mad. Mad, I tell you. Save yourself! Save me! Maker, if we go now, maybe we can get away before-”

“What in the Void are you talking about?”

“Too hot!” a shout echoed down the hall.

“What were you thinking- shutting the windows.”

“It’s an ice box in here.” Dorian frowned as Aran scrambled to open the windows again. “You seem fairly unbalanced, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s too hot!” The shout repeated. Tristan’s voice, he was sure, although it sounded ragged. Awful. Dorian padded down the hall despite Aran’s protests and poked his head into the room they shared. Tristan was in the middle of the bed propped up by pillows behind and on either side of him, a mountain of blankets tucked up to his chin. Tissues overflowed a waste bin beside the bed. Little bottles of pills arrayed on the bedside table. Tristan raised bleary, bloodshot eyes, his frown trembling. “Dorian,” he whimpered pitifully as he cuddled deeper into his blankets. “It’s too hot.”

“You’re covered in blankets, Amatus.”

“It’s too cold without them.”

Aran sighed in the doorframe behind him. “Never bloody satisfied.”

“It’s too hot!” Tristan repeated petulantly.

“I opened the windows again,” Aran placated. “Right?”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know, Tris.” He sighed. “I know.”

“It hurts.”

“I know. But you’ve still got…” he glanced at his watch, “Forty minutes until you can have more meds. Do you want some soup?”

“Saltines.”

“Aye, sure, but wouldn’t you like some soup with the crackers?”

“If I wanted soup, I’d ask for soup!” Tristan snapped, then collapsed into his pillow/blanket cocoon, lip trembling. “I’m sorry.”

“Ugh, don’t be sorry.” Aran climbed onto the bed, stroking his hair back. “I know you feel shite. Are you wanting another cold cloth for your head?”

“Yes.”

“Right.” Aran kissed his forehead and speared Dorian with a dark look. He’d seen Aran annoyed, frustrated, and tired before. Never all three at once. “You woke him up, you keep him company.”

Dorian held his tongue as the sprite stalked past him and out the door. He scanned the room again. Dark but for the small nightlight at the side of the bed and the dim light from the nightlight in the hall. “Unwell, are we?” he inquired, though the answer was patently obvious. He sniffed and immediately regretted it. Pungent sweat mixed with burnt sage and the latent remnants of candles. Some attempt by Aran, he could only assume, to at least mask the aforementioned aroma. He’d been gone two weeks. Two weeks. Was it possible to make this much of a shambles of a place in a mere two weeks? He swept a mound of tissues from the nightstand into an overflowing basket. “When was the last time you bathed?”

“You hate me,” Tristan ducked beneath the blankets.

“Good lord.” Dorian shook an empty box of tissues. “How long have you been ill? Since I left?”

A muffled wail rose from the mound of blankets. Dorian listened as Aran ran, sliding in socks, down the hall to catch himself in the doorway.

“What? What happened?”

“Everyone hates me!”

“What did you say to him?” Aran scowled.

Dorian shook his head, pointing at him, “Take that look off your face right now. I’ve been traveling for two days.”

“Two days? Oh, poor Dorian. Are you sleepy? Was first class passage not comfortable enough for you?” Aran shoved his glasses up to his forehead, catching him by the collar, “Listen to me,” he hissed against Dorian’s ear. “We keep him calm. We get him to sleep. We wait this Voidstorm out. If you get him worked up, I swear by Andraste’s silky undergarments, I will end you.”

Dorian eyed him speculatively. “You need a nap.”

Aran blinked, a surprised laugh cracking out of his throat. He dropped his head to Dorian’s shoulder. “Aye.” The mound of blankets snuffled and wailed again. “When.”

“I can manage.”

“You’ve done wonders so far.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, tiredly. “Tris, why are you crying?”

“I c-c-can’t-“

“This room needs to be fumigated,” Dorian muttered. “And he needs a scrubbing.”

“If you can move him, I’ll even do laundry,” Aran agreed weakly. “Tris, heart of my heart, you’ve got to stop, please. You’re going to give yourself a headache.”

“I’ve already got a headache,” the bed wept.

“Fine, you’re going to give me a headache.” He pulled at his hair as another tortured wail poured forth.

What had he gotten himself into? Really? They’d seemed like perfectly reasonable humans. A little on the dramatic side, yes, but wonderfully entertaining and intellectual and eager- A breeze sent another gust of frighteningly deadly cold air to Dorian. “You might need to burn the sheets,” Dorian touched his nose with a wince.

Aran snorted, rubbing his eyes.

“I’ll run a bath, yes? Tristan, we’re taking a bath.”

"I don't want to take a bath!"

"Irrelevant," Dorian said.

Tristan's petulant frown peeked from underneath the covers. "I said I don't-"

"Curious. I don't remember asking for your opinion, and I have an excellent memory. As you well know." Dorian fixed him with a stern look. "Get up."

Tristan whimpered pitifully. "But it's cold."

Dorian quirked an eyebrow, and Tristan whimpered again, slowly sitting up on the bed.

"There we go. Much better." Dorian turned to Aran and gave him a wide smile over his shoulder. "See? All that's needed is a firm hand from time to time."

“What?” Aran asked, gazing helplessly between them, “what? I tried- what?”

“And I think we can stand to shut the windows, Aran. Lest we all take ill.” He patted him on the shoulder and got a tired swat for his trouble. He watched Aran slump, his head hanging as he picked up the bin of tissues and trudged back out of the room, muttering to himself. Something vaguely Elvhen, to Dorian’s ear, though who could be sure, really. He crossed the room and shut the windows with a click and a latch, doffing his coat to hang over the high back of the armchair beside them. “Now.” He rolled up his sleeves and turned to find Tristan shivering beside the bed. “You’re in a state, aren’t you?”

Tristan’s lips trembled as he nodded. “I feel terrible.”

“I know.” Dorian helped him up, grunting softly under the weight when Tristan slumped against him. “A bath will be just the thing to lift your spirits.”

“It’s too hot. And too cold,” Tristan groaned, letting Dorian half carry him to the bathroom. "I don’t like baths.”

“You love baths.”

“Not right now, I don’t.”

Dorian let him sit on the edge of the tub, patting him on the shoulder. “You’ll feel much better after it, I assure you. It might help with that mood of yours, too.”

Tristan hugged himself tightly, shivering. “You should take a bath too, then,” he grumbled.

Dorian scoffed as he turned on the tap, holding his hand under the running water. “My mood is perfectly fine, thank you very much. It will be even better once you stop smelling like a wet dog. How’s the water?”

Tristan’s fever flushed cheeks reddened even more, but he blissfully did as he was told. He dipped his hand in the water, shuddering as he pulled it out. “Too cold.”

“Too cold? Any warmer than that and it’ll boil your skin off,” Dorian said, testing the water again. "I believe it’s just the right temperature.”

“Then you get it in it,” Tristan mumbled, glaring at him under furrowed brows.

“That’s an excellent idea. How about I get in this wonderful bath I’ve prepared and you sit there watching me? I should get something back for all my trouble, yes?”

Tristan pursed his lips stubbornly, his frown getting deeper, but another shiver that ran through him shattered his stern look. Damn him. How he managed to look charming even with oil slicked hair and reeking of week old sweat, Dorian would never know.

“Alright,” Dorian said, turning off the tap. “Stinky clothes come off now.” Tristan grunted, holding his hands up as Dorian tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Alabaster skin stretched over tight muscles as he moved, sending a sharp pang of want through Dorian. A pang that turned into a blaze when Tristan got up with difficulty, slowly pushing his sweats and boxers off. And then stood before him in nothing but his nakedness. The blaze was somewhat dampened when Tristan gazed at him with a pitiful expression on his face and trembling like a fish.

Dorian sighed, placing his arm around his waist to help him in the water. “One foot in first. There you go. Then the other. Steady now.”

“It’s c-c-cold,” Tristan whined, shivering in Dorian’s arms, holding on to him for dear life.

“It will get better once you’re in, amatus.” He lowered him down, ignoring his grunts and his protests, as well as the heated glare he shot him once he was fully submerged. “Now, doesn’t that feel wonderful?”

“No,” Tristan grumbled, the water rippling as he shivered. “It’s terrible. It was a terrible idea. If I get worse, it’ll be your fault.”

“I’ll accept full responsibility, then. If you get worse. Which you won’t.” He squeezed some shampoo on his palm, smoothing it on Tristan’s head. He stayed silent for once as Dorian massaged his scalp, working up a lather.

A soft sound came from the back of Tristan’s throat when Dorian’s fingers brushed just below his ear. “That does feel good.”

“I’ve told you time and time again that I’m usually right, yet you never listen,” Dorian said as he trailed lower, caressing the firm muscles of his neck.

Tristan hummed, leaning into his touch. “How was the conference?” he asked sleepily.

“Interesting, I suppose,” Dorian replied with a sigh. “Could have used some more panels on metaphysics. But I believe they did the best they could under the circumstances. Most of the researchers from Orlais that’d been invited weren’t able to cross the border.”

“Really? That’s a shame. I know you were looking forward to those discussions.” Tristan’s fingers closed about his wrist, bringing it down to his mouth. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Dorian let out a soft chuckle, shivering lightly when Tristan’s lips touched his skin. “You getting better will make me feel better.”

“I know something that can do that.” Tristan smiled, his lips trailing higher up Dorian’s bare forearm. “Why don’t you get in here with me?”

“I’d much rather stay dry, if it’s the same to you,” Dorian replied, although the warm water suddenly looked terribly inviting.

“No? Not even if I ask nicely?” Tristan’s fingers strayed from his arm, leaving soapy residue behind as they slowly ran down the buttons of his shirt. “Very, very nicely?”

Tristan’s voice, lowering to almost a purr, glided down Dorian’s spine like warmed honey. He playfully swatted Tristan’s hand away, getting up. “Very well. But only because you’ll ruin my clothes if you keep getting soap all over them.”

Tristan smirked, perching his chin on his arm at the edge of the tub to watch him as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I like your clothes,” he sighed. “I like you.”

“Do you, now?” Dorian returned his smirk with a quirked brow, carefully hanging his shirt on a towel peg. “For someone that was wailing in distress only a few moments before, you seem to be doing rather well.”

“That’s because you’re here now.”

Dorian huffed, kicking off his shoes and working his belt open. “Don’t tell Aran that.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Tristan tilted his head to the side, ocean blue eyes roaming over Dorian’s form. “Maker, you’re pretty.”

“Pretty?” Dorian tsked, padding towards him. “I think you can do better than that, amatus.”

Tristan grinned, making room for him to sink behind him in the tub. He leaned against his chest, resting his head in the crook of his neck. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, sighing contentedly, palms smoothing over the curve of Dorian’s knee. “Just bloody beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Dorian said, pressing his finger under Tristan’s chin to bring his lips up to his. “So are you.” He kissed him as they listened to the thump and swish of the washing machine turning on down the hall. He tasted of salt and sweat and agonizingly florid cherry cough syrup with just an edge of elfroot. “Feeling better by the moment, are you?” he murmured against those lips as they parted beneath his own on a moan.

"Mmhmm." Tristan cupped Dorian's cheek, deepening the kiss. "I missed you," he breathed, pulling him closer. "We both did."

"Did you? I never would have guessed."

"Why not?"

"Not with that welcome I received."

"Doesn't this count as a proper welcome?" Tristan laughed softly, smoothing wet, slick fingers down the side of Dorian's neck. "Aran missed you, too. He's just exhausted. I think I wore him out."

"You don't say."

“I don’t hear screams, so I guess everything is…” Aran paused in the doorway to blink. “Okay?” he finished, gazing at them helplessly.

"I believe it's more than okay," Dorian said, caressing Tristan's arm. "A warm bath was just what our patient needed, it seems."

"Oh, yes. A bath." Tristan smiled mischievously up at him, then held out his hand. "Come," he told Aran. "Get in."

Aran pushed his glasses that had already started to fog up his forehead to rub his eyes. "Don't think there's enough room."

"There's always room for one more," Dorian winked. "Come."

Aran's smile widened just a hair before melting sideways. "Aye, fine. But you," he said, narrowing his eyes at Tristan, "you'll have to make it up to me for what you put me through."

Tristan rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Just get your arse in here."

The tub was significantly more crammed with one more person there, but the other two didn't seem to mind. Tristan grabbed Aran as soon as he stepped in the water, pulling him flush against him to mouth and bite his neck.

"How am I doing? Hm?" he asked, voice muffled from within Aran's mop of copper curls. "Have I made it up to you yet?"

"Oy!" Aran cackled, splashing water out of the tub as he tried to escape Tristan's grip. "When did you get this strong? Tris! Ah! Stop-"

"Nope. No stopping." Tristan closed his teeth over his earlobe, growling playfully. "I'm hungry."

"Now you're hungry? I asked if you wanted soup before, mate. You almost bit my hand off!"

"Oooh, hand," Tristan breathed, pausing in the midst of his attack. "I like your hands. Give me your hand. I want a bite."

"Nooo!"

Dorian watched in amusement as they twisted and writhed like wolf pups at play. He rested his elbow on the edge of the tub, quirking a brow at them. "Are you two quite done? There won't be any water left if you keep at this."

Tristan leaned back, breathless from laughter, while Aran cocked his head back to glance at him. "Yeah," he said breathlessly, grinning. "We're done." He punched Tristan lightly on the shoulder. "Right?"

"Ow- right. Yes. For now."

Aran turned around, reaching past Tristan to smooth his palm down Dorian's shoulder. "Fuck, I missed this," he sighed.

"See?" Tristan said, glancing at Dorian. "I told you."

"Told him what?"

"What you were telling me last night," Tristan replied, kissing the side of Aran's head. "Aran had some very strong opinions about your shoulders, Dorian. And your back. And-"

"And your arms," Aran purred, his fingers dancing down his bicep. "Gorgeous. Bloody gorgeous."

Dorian shivered as those long, slender fingers skimmed the inside of his elbow, traced the length of his forearm. Aran leaned his head against Tristan's, gazing at him under heavy lids. "Did you miss us?"

He had missed them, Dorian realised. Both of them. Their presence in his space, energizing and soothing in equal amounts, their playfulness, their witty jokes, the way they gazed at him with tenderness, interest and intent. Two pairs of eyes fixed themselves on him- Tristan's, dark like an ocean under moonlight, heavy lidded and reticent; Aran's, bright and clear like midsummer skies, flecks of copper in them catching the light. Tristan's smooth alabaster skin, Aran's freckled constellations brightened by the ruddy flush that was slowly climbing up his cheeks. Mischief lurking behind their clever smiles.

"I did," Dorian said softly, tangling his fingers through Aran's when they brushed over his palm. His other hand cupped the back of Tristan's neck, slithering in his damp, pale blonde locks. "I missed you both. Very much."

A brief, lightning quick glance passed between the two before their attention returned to him. Aran's lopsided smile almost matched Tristan's in its cunning. "Aye," he whispered, pulling them both closer, "care to show us just how much?"

#dorian pavus #aran trevelyan #tristan trevelyan #no relation #dorian x tristan x aran #poly triad #triad troubles #dwc #johaerys writes #oftachancer writes #modern au

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flirtingwitharson · 5 years ago

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Prompt: Sirius wakes up with a bad hangover (he can’t hold his drink!) and Remus makes him feel better 😉???

dear @blitheringmcgonagall : i am so sorry i never got round to this! it’s a very cute prompt that i saved on purpose, but i’m so terribly bad at consistent writing so unfortunately it was left unwritten. here it is now, though, and hopefully things will continue to get written in a timely manner from now on :))

Alcohol, Sirius mused, was a bloody good metaphor for life. When it had you up, times were absolutely brilliant, but as for the come down...well, the good things couldn’t last forever.

That said, Sirius had mused this at a much more previous (and thus more sober) time, for right now he wasn’t sure that his brain was capable of such coherent thoughts through the dull yet blinding pain it was enduring. He opened his eyes, and immediately regretted it. This would be the first in a long list of regrets that morning, or so he gathered from his rather piss-poor state.

“Christ, hello,” Remus tutted softly at him, turning his head to take in the sight of the sad sack lain in bed next to him. Remus was sat upright against the headboard, reading a book in the dim morning light as he was wont to do. One of his (very long) legs was bent at the knee, and his unoccupied hand was loosely tangled in the sheaths of black hair pillowed around Sirius’ head. His momentary surprise had of course faded into a soft little smile, and Sirius cursed him inwardly for being able to manage it after a night out like the one previous.

“M’head,” Sirius mumbled dumbly. He immediately shut his eyes again but reached out grabbed for purchase in Remus’ sweater, almost as if Remus were a cliff and Sirius was holding on for dear life. “Hurts, Moony.”

“How eloquent you sound when hungover, love. I must say, if you keep speaking like that, I’ll have no other choice but to care for you in your moment of need.”

Ignoring Remus’ self-indulgent sarcasm, Sirius simply groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, hoping that Remus would maybe pity him and take this dire situation far more seriously.

As Remus pat him on the head and got up to do merlin-knows-what, Sirius deliberated on what had caused such a terrible, unbearable hangover. The night had started out as James’ Stag Do—they’d be lying to themselves if they didn’t milk that joke for all it was worth—and though he was a bit blurry on the details, he knew far too much fire whiskey and maybe a shot or ten had taken place throughout the evening. They started out at the pub, eventually making their way through various bars on a route carefully hand picked by Remus and Sirius to assure nothing would get too out of hand. Thinking this hard made the dull ache in his head level up to a rather annoying buzzing, so he promptly shoved his pillow over his face and fell back asleep.

The second time he came to, the savory scents of bacon and coffee intertwined and cascaded through the air. Remus was sat beside him once more, only this time with an ornately transfigured tray wielding greasy, delightful hangover food in his hands.

“Feeling any better?” He asked Sirius with a smirk, knowing full well that Sirius was terrible at holding his drink and very smugly lording the fact that his wolfy metabolism made it virtually impossible for him to get plastered over him.

“A saint, Remus. I live with a saint, and it’s you, fucking hell,” Sirius praised his knight in jumper-and-sweatpants as he eased himself into a sitting position in order to sip at the coffee.

“You’re bloody well right you do,” Remus scoffed. “Not many would be willing to cater to your sorry arse after you drank far more than you could stomach.”

Sirius seemed to decide that this didn’t dignify a reply and instead swallowed down the ibuprofen Remus set aside for him before picking at his breakfast.

Remus opened his mouth for a piece of the bacon Sirius was eating, only to roll his eyes and close it at the following daggers that Sirius glared his way. “How much do you remember of last night anyways, Padfoot?” He wondered aloud, kind enough to at least gave let Sirius wake up a little bit.

“Not much, Moony. Thinking hurts, couldn’t do it if I tried.”

“Well, you never have, so you might as well continue to postpone your journey into rational thought. Do you really not remember anything?”

Sirius looked up at him then, suddenly worried he’d gone and done something quite embarrassing. He made a silent vow to never drink again—or, at least, never to that capacity. Often. “Did I, er, do something worth remembering?” He asked weakly, the ‘I-know-something-that-you-don’t’ look splayed upon Remus’ face not easing his worries one bit.

“Well, I should say so,” Remus replied vaguely. If there was a hint of mirth in his voice at Sirius’ expense, well, who could blame him?

Sirius groaned. He sipped more of his coffee—really, he owed Remus a blowjob and a thousand thank yous later—and deliberated, racking his brains for anything that might’ve stood out the night prior. Coming up with jack shit, he looked to Remus and asked for an recap.

Remus smiled wider now, enjoying every second of his retelling. He told of the contest of who could down more shots in less than a minute, which was quickly followed by a drunken speech about “refusing to let Lily take James’ manhood and cause him to grow a vagina”, and after more stupid mishaps landed on the shining moment of the evening. “There is one last thing that you did last night, Sirius. Are you ready, or do you need a moment?”

“Christ, Moons,” Sirius groaned. “I didn’t start a bar fight, did I? That one at Marlene’s birthday when that arsehole called you a fag was already bad enough.”

Laughing, Remus replied, “you didn’t exactly defend my honor, Sirius. Would you like a drumroll, or should I just get on with it?”

Sirius flicked his wand and the drumsticks strewn on the floor of his closet tapped out the weak drumroll Remus so obviously wanted.

“You, Sirius Black, got right up on the stage of the last bar for the evening, sang karaoke to Baby I’m Yours by the Arctic Monkeys, and got on one knee and so hilariously, so drunkenly asked for my hand in marriage.” Sirius couldn’t begin to comprehend why Remus was beaming at what might have been the lowest moment of his adult life—that he couldn’t even remember, thank you very much.

“Fuck, Moony!” Sirius wailed, burying his face in his hands. “Shite, I’m so sorry, ugh.”

“What could you possibly be sorry for? James convinced the bartender to give us free drinks on our so-called engagement and I now have blackmail fodder for the reat of your life.”

“No, Remus,” his boyfriend insisted remorsefully. “I had this whole goddamn plan, too, and it was going to be lovely and romantic and now I just went and screwed it all up!”

Suddenly, Remus’ laughing stopped. “You mean that wasn’t just a drunken lark? There was actual, coherent planning that went into all that?”

“Yes, Moony, of course I was going to bloody ask you soon, it’s been three fucking years since we got together and there’s nothing I’d want more, but apparently drunken Sirius is an impatient bastard. Please tell me I didn’t have the ring on me, I might actually have to go find a nice window to hop out of if I did—“

“Ring?” Remus interrupted. He was blushing, a bashful and pleasantly surprised smile dancing across his lips. “You’ve a ring already?”

“Well, that answers that, then.” Sirius smiled up at him with a furrowed brow, angry at himself for bollocksing it all up. He placed the tray on the nightstand, feeling much better than when he had opened his eyes the first time. Leaning forward to kiss Remus and cuddle up against him, Sirius mumbled, “just forget it happened, Moony. You deserve a better go, I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

After a few moments of silence, Remus spoke aloud once more. “I said yes, you know. When you fake-asked me last night. I don’t care if you would have asked me on a morning like this where I’m nursing you through your hangover, the answer would be yes, Sirius. It will always be yes.”

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smuggsy · 5 years ago

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“You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down” sounds funky as a modern au prompt, especially if it was a younger sibling of one of them or a real obscure/hyperfixation of the reader(s). If you don’t want to write it, don’t worry! Hope you’re doing well

COLLINS / FARRIER AU. Okay, so here it is, poster-thingy included (couldn’t help myself).

The kind girl on the counter makes a face at seeing him approach, Collins can only guess what a pitiful sight he is: bags under his eyes, uniform in disarray, hair unwashed and an empty coffee cup on his hand. If he'd crossed paths with any of the prefects roaming around he would've definitely got an earful for it -- that's no way to present yourself as a student! Fix that bloody tie!

Ah, that would've really been the icing of the cake. A real shitty way to end his day indeed.

"I thought maybe you'd forgotten to notify me" Collins smiles, aiming at friendly conversation but coming out rather miserable, "perhaps you'd lost my ID number?"

"No, I'm sorry" is all she says, genuinely sounding like she means it, and Collins knows she means it, so maybe he'd get lucky today.

"Are you sure it's not returned?" he insists, and having a look around to ensure nobody's within earshot he leans in closer, "I can go get it for you, kill two birds with one stone, aye?"

Collins looks at her name tag and puts on his most miserable wet-puppy face. It's no use trying to flirt at this point, it's the fifth time he turns up this week looking like a zombie from The Walking Dead and she's been over the counter every single time. The fact that he doesn't remember what she's called is clear evidence of his exhaustion.

"Sally..." he looks up and puts both his hands together in sign of prayer, maybe even pouts a little, because who cares about decency at this point? "Pleeease?"

She shakes her head at the screen with a frown.

"I'm really sorry, I'm not allowed to give out students' personal details. I'll give him another call later, how about that?" She offers, and Collins lets out a sigh and nods pathetically, thinking it's a he, what a fucking twat.

He's ready to turn on his tail and leave without the only copy of Crónicas de la Guerra Civil Española in the whole campus yet once again. Except Sally then shouts a warning, pointing over his shoulder to one of the tables behind, "I said no drinking -- for heaven's sake" she storms out of her seat to the two young girls.

Collins doesn't waste any time, he stretches his hand over and turns the computer's screen towards him, sloppily fishes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a quick photo of it and puts it back in place before the librarian has even turned around. When Sally comes back making an exasperated face, Collins tries to walk away in the same tired pace he walked in and not give himself away.

Outside, out of her field of vision, he checks the photo. Some idiot named Farrier, block D, apartment 201. A law student.

Fucking superb. Bunch of self-centered pricks.

He storms out towards the east side of the campus, praying to all the powers that be for a quick exchange of words and a successful retrieval. He only even needs to read four chapters, but he's got only two days to do so, digest the information and have a decent sleep to sit a decent test.

Collins gets quite a few odd looks as he strolls into the hall and turns directly to the stairs. His sweater gives him away as a Humanities student but he's sure that's not what's getting him stared at. If he bumps into any seniors here, he's bloody done. They'll revoke his pass on account of his appearance. They're known to be a bit of a pain in the ass, the prefects from this block... Then again, it's not like he goes out at all. Wouldn't be much of a loss, really.

He can't hold back his rotten mood as he knocks on the blue door exasperatedly, eager to get this whole business over with so he can return to his dormitory, have a proper shower and put something in his stomach that isn't an energetic beverage.

Ten seconds pass by and there is no sound coming from inside the room. He tries again, letting out a whine.

Nothing.

He's pushing his luck, but he tries on the doorknob anyway.

Locked.

He bumps his fist on the door a couple more times and he's short of losing it right there and then -- all the stress from midterms weeks about to come flooding out.

"Fuck’s sake, I ain’t your bloody landlord Peter!" the door finally swings open, "I told you to get a dupli-- oh", and behind it is one of its room's inhabitants, wearing nothing but a towel over his hips and dripping water over the wooden floor.

On any other day, Collins would've taken a moment to appreciate the sight before him, but today isn't 'any other day' so he goes straight to the point and pays that six-pack little to no mind.

"Are you Farrier?" he barks. The stranger blinks, mouths something but makes no sound, taken off guard by his hostility, no doubt. "Are you?" Collins pushes.

Now this manages to put a scowl on the guy's face, and he crosses two tattooed arms over his chest. He's built like a brick wall and it only manages to set Collins' teeth on edge even more.

"Yeah, who's asking?"

Collins hears himself let out a sigh.

"Look, I need a book you have. Spanish Civil War, just give it to me, I have a test." He adds, feeling like his soul is leaving him and taking his eloquence along with it. His eloquence and his ability to make himself sound less Scottish for other people's sake.

Collins finds he doesn't give a shit about other people's sake today. It's their problem if they don't understand his accent, so they should sort it the fuck out.

Farrier smiles at him, at his extended expectant hand.

Collins feels like a ticking time-bomb about to go off.

"Have you got the book?" He asks another time.

"What are you, the library police?" Farrier scoffs.

"Gimme the fuckin' book, alright? You're way overdue" he snaps, his brain catching up with his mouth too late.

(Although even later he finds he doesn't care).

"Jesus mate, it's only a book" he turns around and disappears for a couple of seconds, when he returns he's no longer sporting that amusing smile and he looks Collins up and down in anger before putting the heavy paperback copy on his free hand. "Take a fucking break."

Collins stumbles back as the door is slammed on his face.

The sound brings him out of his reverie, and he blinks at the book on his hand, considering an apology for the briefest of moments before turning around and walking towards the stairs. By the time he's outside the rush of adrenaline is gone and there's a slight pain on his chest. Still, he pushes on until he's back at his own block.

Should probably cut down on the caffeine...

* * *

They meet again one week later.

"Hey"

When Collins has fallen asleep on his usual spot, a hidden table in a secluded corner of the History section of the library. The usual drill.

"Hey, Spanish Civil War…"

He jerks awake, somebody’s insistent hand on his shoulder.

When he looks up Farrier’s staring him down, but Collins only realizes it’s him after he’s put his glasses back on and ran a hand over his drooling mouth.

He checks the time on his phone, disoriented.

“Yeah, they’re closing up”

“Ugh”

Just then, the lights over them go off, and Collins stumbles to his feet, knocking his book over to the floor and almost slipping on a pencil trying to get it back. Farrier strolls over the corner of the towering shelf of books and shouts: “Hang on!”, then he returns and gets Collins’ laptop under his arm and the backpack hanging from the chair as well, like he’s picking up his child from school.

Farrier takes a step away but stops when Collins quickly starts running his hands over the table to clear the remaining balls of paper. Then he makes sure the chair is quickly tucked in place and bends over to check there’s nothing being left under the table.

Farrier clears his throat.

“Take your time” he says sarcastically.

The remaining set of lights go off.

“Shit” Collins mouths, running along now, “don’t think they heard ye”

“You don’t say -- wait!”

They catch Arthur at the door.

“Blimey, boys. Almost left you!”

“Sorry Mr. Cornwell” Collins grins, sheepishly.

“Ah, Collins!” the old-man adjusts his glasses and leans over to him. “You again.”

It sounds incriminating, and Farrier lets out a small laugh next to him.

“Should get you a key, I should…” he mumbles as they pass him to get outside. Collins shudders and makes a sudden stop, causing Farrier to bump right into him.

“Shite, forgot me ja--”

“Well then, night to you gentlemen” but Arthur is already biding them farewell and very bent on returning to his own cozy and warm room. Collins doesn’t have the heart to stop him.

He’ll make a run for it.

He tugs at his bag, hanging from Farrier’s broad shoulder.

“Thanks” he mutters under his breath, and Farrier hands him the laptop as well.

“So, how was your test?”

Collins ignores the question for a brief moment, as he puts the laptop inside the backpack and then puts the backpack on.

There’s no reason to be a dick, he thinks. Except he kind of wants to be a dick to this guy.

“Dunno” he retorts. He rubs his hands over his arms, only a thin shirt on, and nods in Farrier’s direction without actually looking at him. “See ya” he takes a step forward only to be stopped by that arm again.

Sighing, he turns to look at him now, and Farrier’s undoing his thick woolen scarf, much to Collins’ dismay.

“Your dorm’s further” he says, aiming to put it around his neck as well. That’s when Collins reacts, pushing his hands away along with the scarf.

“What’s your deal?” he asks, nodding again in Farrier’s direction and feeling his nose starting to drip already. Couldn’t have been a coincidence, this guy turning round a corner and finding him passed out exactly a minute before the lock-down. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Collins knows, on the contrary: the library sofas aren’t comfortable at all, and the air conditioning is turned off at night.

He’d have woken up with a cold and a stiff neck.

“What’s my deal? What’s your deal, mate? You always this snappy?”

“Fuck off, I’m not snappy” Collins says, and closes his eyes in defeat just a second after. “Maybe I’m snappy. I’m having a shitty semester, why are ye following me around?”

As Collins puts his hands on his trousers’ pockets to warm them up Farriers quickly takes advantage and rolls the scarf around his exposed neck before he can stop him.

“Well, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve seen in a while and I think you need someone to keep you in check ‘cos you clearly overwork yourself” Farrier quickly explains, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

Collins blinks, taken off guard, and he steps back.

“What…?”

“Yeah.” he shrugs again, nonchalant.

Collins has a look around but sees no-one except for a couple of pigeons and a curly-haired blonde running back to the cafeteria. Is there a camera hidden somewhere near? Is someone hiding inside that trash-can with a cellphone?

“I like a guy in glasses, sue me.”

Collins lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“Okay, bye” he’s resolute to leave now, and Farrier doesn’t try to stop him this time. He catches up with him, though, openly grinning.

“I’ll walk you”

“Alright” Collins stops on his tracks and faces him. “You want an apology for last week, I’m sorry I was a dick, as I said: I’m having a shitty semester,” he takes the scarf off and feels the cold embracing him fully back again, and his nose is impregnated with that fucking cocoa axe deodorant. “Please kindly fuck off.”

“So that’s a no to the date?!” Farrier shouts as Collins hurries away.

By the time he’s back at the dorm he’s openly shivering, Farrier’s perfume is stuck in his shirt and he quickly takes it off and locks himself in the bathroom to have a hot shower and pretend what just happened most definitely was a figment of his imagination.

#i think this might become a series #idk #i have some more ideas now #gotta love a college au right?#collins x farrier #pilot husbands #mine #farrier #collins

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thebulletinhamilton-quotes · 5 years ago

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I need lams headcanons OwO

Heck yes!

I’ll even do a hamilton musical one cause why not?

So:

When John met Alexander at the tavern, his heart literally stopped

Help

He’s so helpless

John thought Alexander idea for financial system was genius (he actually understood it)

Alexander and Lafayette spent an entire week figuring out how to sell John’s Black battalion plan with him so it could be passed and approved

Alexander and John would always team up to rap battles with Lafayette and Hercules

John begged Hercules to let him know Alexander’s size cause Alex’s coat was falling at the seams.

Guess what he got for his twentieth birthday. A coat.

John told Burr G Wash was in town and looking for assistance. (He could hear the dude singing)

John and Alex and Hercules and Laf all stayed together for a good portion up until A Winter’s Ball and Stay Alive. John and Alex shared a room.

;)

After the rap battle Seabury, for some reason he had a note that said ‘Thou shall kick me right up here’ with an arrow that pointed down to his butt. It’s theorized it was either Laf or Laurens, but Alex knows who it is

When they joined up with G Wash, John and Alex got all caught up on work

;)

If you know what I mean

Originally they weren’t suppose to go to the winter ball but they were near the Forrest of coincidence *coughs*

John danced with Peggy Schuyler so Alex could sweet talk with Angelica. He did it cause Ham’s his bro.

Laurens got super drunk at Ham’s wedding. He was a big ol’ mess. (Peggy took care of him with help of Hercules!)

The rest of the night John had to listen to Lafayette talk about his relationship with G Wash and about his wife and such.

Alexander and John spent so much time apart at a time. John would send pictures of Alexander’s portrait to him. Alexander weeped.

When Lee retreated, John was like ‘this bitch!!’ The moment John saw Lee it’s a miracle he didn’t punch him in the face

On the day of the duel, G Wash asking A Ham for help and A Ham was like ‘Sorry, I got plans with my boyfriend.’ And G Wash was like ‘grass stains are messy.’

Alex blanched cause he’s married and he may or may not have a kid on the way who is to say but yeah

G Wash rolled his eyes

John and Alex invented a language so if their letters were discovered they wouldn’t get in trouble.

John does the best Burr impression that left Alex in stitches

Literally

Alex cooks the best so he would make him and John breakfast depending on the house

Alex wanted to go to SC but G Wash told him no, they need him in Yorktown with his command

Basically G Wash brought John back up to HQ due to Alex driving him crazy

They partied so much after they won. They were thrilled

John had to leave but they got to see each other happy

One last time

When Alex found out he had a son, Eliza told him ‘no to John, Alex.’ She was very expasterated.

Alex wanted to make John The Godfather for Philip but alas

When he heard John had died, he locked himself in his study, writing. He threw himself into work.

Alex didn’t sleep for a good couple of weeks.

Every year, on the day that John passed away, regardless, he holds himself up in his study and reads their letters from start to finish.

He swears John ghost appeared on when the Reynolds Pamphlet happened but he didn’t sleep for three days at the time so what does that tell you

Alex never had enough time to go down to SC and see him one last time

When he passes away, John is the first one he sees. (Philip was a lil peeved about that)

When Burr sings his last part, John has to resist the urge to haunt him because BITCH

Now onto the modern au (if you’re still reading!):

John and Alex met

It’s like instant ‘oh god I found my soulmate’

‘Shite’

John works as a barista but he goes to college at night

He wants to be a zoologist on his own dime, screw his dad

Alexander is in his first year of law school at nineteen

But he works in the same coffee shop as John

They become best friends fast

Oh god

John is so helpless but the last time he had a crush the dude was awful and purposely broke his heart

His dad and him don’t talk he’s not meant for love

So yeah

Alex lost his mom and his brother

Sometimes he talks to his dad

So he got issues too

Laf and Hercules know they like each other

It takes a while

But

Their tension becomes thicker

Alexander will only take a break when John asks

Not even Washington can persuade Alex and he’s his boss

Jesus

John missed nature

Alex and John go on nature trips

As long as Herc and Laf come with them

They start doing camping trips cause John complained he wasn’t experiencing nature like he use to

Alex reluctantly agreed to go camping

As long as he gets to share a tent with John

Hercules is a light sleeper, btw

Laf isn’t though

Yes I’ll confirm what you’re thinking: they definitely try that

Afterwards, (in the morning) they announce they are dating

Without missing a beat Herc goes ‘Wish you had done that before the trip. Otherwise, I could have brought headphones.’

Alex and John are bright red

Go Hercules

Next time they go camping, Aaron Burr comes with them

No one tells Burr to bring headphones

Anyway

Alex and John go walking through Central Park on their days off

They have coordinated date nights (if they stay in on a date night, the other has to plan a relexing night but they get to choose the channel. John loves the discovery channel.)

They live with Laf and Hercules but they plan on moving out to their own place

Mostly so John can get a pet

Hercules has a no pet rule

John and Alexander will text each other poems

When John has to go to SC for a while, Alex and him send each other letters

It’s mostly cute but it could def give the devil a nosebleed

John reconciles with his siblings but not his dad.

He eventually tells Alex why

John will play with Alexander’s hair the most

John is two inches taller than Alex and Alex hates short jokes so much

UGH

I have more but ask me again and I’ll be sure to help you out anon! Thanks so much for the ask!! I love lams they are one of my favorites! :)

#hamilton headcanons #hamilton the musical #hamilton the american musical #hamilton #hamilton fandom #not a quote #ask answered #anon #anon ask #ask anon #ask box party #thank you so much for the ask #anonymous #thebulletinhamiltonquotes answered #lams #john laurens x alexander hamilton

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thedevilsfamiliar · 4 years ago

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Okay. How can you hate Dramione more than Percabeth? Wtf. :(

Wait, anon can you link me to a post where I’ve said that? Cuz now I’m confused about my own dislike scale But here are my reasons to dislike both ships- not saying that they are valid or anything it’s just y’know matter of opinion Let’s start with Dramione. My main issue with the ship is the bullying. The racism. It... just idk never clicked with me. I dunno about you anon, but I definitely wouldn’t begin dating my racist bully. I love Draco, I do, but he was also a piece of shite to Hermione throughout the series. And I understand the whole “redemption arc, turning a new page, blah blah” au’s but the matter is still that I wouldn’t be able to sleep next to a person who used to call me a wetback or a beaner. (I also have an inherent dislike of Hermione but that is a discussion altogether) Now- Percabeth. As a preteen, and as a teen, their relationship never made much sense to me. She was always undermining him, and then in Mark of Athena, when they finally reunite, she Judo flips him and threatens him. My romantic heart shuddered in fear. While I write poems about wanting strong women to choke me, that is completely different from what happened there. When I read that part, something clicked and I immediately felt uncomfortable with the ship. Then there’s tartarus, and the blatant co-dependency. It just felt... unhealthy. I always felt like they were better off as friends, but the whole ordeal is traumatic and y’know they’re just kids. Right now it’s flipping him on his ass, then it’s yelling, then it’s hitting him- and Percy would take it. Ugh, sorry, it’s just I really didn’t like the portrayal because y’know it can potentially lead to abuse. I wouldn’t say I hate one more than the other- they both make me uncomfortable now as an adult.

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zefyre · 5 years ago

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Excuse me? How could I miss any of your updates xD?!? Cheking in regulary and the new pfk one s just so swoon worthy! I love how you wrote the whole thing, And you are ofc right, the jelly thing would be more like James (maybe at first just teasing her how he is jelly, then really becoming jelly and last stage would be scared that she does leave dumb him? lol now I want a fic with james becoming jelly! *pretty pls?*). Ugh I loved how you wrote it so much! Cant wait for raising the stakes tbh

aksjhdfd i’m!! so sorry!!! / cries/ this has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year and i started it back when you sent this but couldn’t manage to finish until today when i stumbled onto it in my docs and decided to try again. thank you for your sweet words btw haha, i hope you see this and enjoy~

It started when James found Kagome muttering almost furiously one day, a letter in hand and a flush across her face.

She hadn’t noticed his approach, so distracted by her letter she was, and he felt his curiosity grow to a point where he couldn’t help himself. He casually strode past her, a growing smile on his face when he did so undetected, before he backtracked to sneak up on her.

Once close enough, James hooked his chin over her shoulder as he simultaneously grabbed onto her hips to hold her steady, so he didn’t get clipped in the chin if she jolted.

A chuckle escaped him when not only did Kagome jump as he predicted, but she also let out the most adorable squeak, slapping the letter against her chest – an act that piqued his curiosity even more, as if she had something to hide.

“Wotcha reading?” he drawled, resting his head against the side of her own, only to draw back when he saw the flush on her face darken out of the corner of his eyes. His grin grew, a trickle of giddiness trickling up his spine at the sight of it spreading all the way down her neck. “Oh ho ho,” he said with a breathy laugh, “This wouldn’t be from a secret admirer now, would it?

He laughed in earnest when her face twisted in an expression of mortification, a whine escaping her throat. “Well that’s a yes,” he sniggered. He raised a hand, wiggling his fingers pleading. “Are you gonna let me see it?”

With a long-suffering sigh and a reluctance that one would think she was signing over her life, Kagome surrendered the letter, holding it out for James to read. Unable to witness the deed with her own eyes, she shut them and leaned her head back against James’ shoulder to save herself from the grief.

James eagerly scoured the letter and soon realized with a bubble of delight that Kagome’s reaction wasn’t an overreaction – the bloke actually opened the letter with some of the cheesiest poetry he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

“To my dearest angel, with eyes so faire, even the stars cannot match the luster of your stare,” James tried reciting with somber flair – he managed up until the word “luster", breaking out into pained wheezes trying to hold back his mirth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no more reading aloud,” he choked out when he saw the tell-tale twitch of her eyebrow and the tightening grip she held the letter, and knew if he kept it up she would looked ball up the parchment without hesitation. “Okay, okay, phew.” As he read on, his smile diminished once he got past the cheesy poetry and the letter took a more earnest turn. “You know him well?” he wondered absently as he continued to read, not knowing why that surprised him so much, and not wanting to know why that idea.. niggled at him, either.

He thought it was just some anonymous, star-struck underclassman writing her, to be honest, but the letter was now talking about a meeting they had in the summer.

Kagome let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a hum. “For a few years now, yeah… He’s a good friend of Inuyasha’s brother. We met over… the summer after fourth year, I think it was, when we happened visit them at the same time.”

He glanced at her, blinking owlishly. “I didn’t even realize Inuyasha had a brother.”

Kagome snorted. “Half brother,” she explained, “He’s a couple years older and they get on like cats and dogs. He also went to Durmstrang, where he met Kouga.”

“And he’s been sending you these things ever since?” James asked, taking her hand and waving the letter in the air before stopping short, mouth dropping open as realization hit him. He sputtered, laughter bubbling in his chest, “No, no, no, this isn’t the same guy that sent you that singing howler on Valentine’s day in fifth year, is it?

James all but exploded in laughter when Kagome groaned and buried her face in her hands. “You got detention for a week for setting that thing on fire in the middle of the hall!” he crowed, hugging her tightly to his chest in lieu of clutching his stomach, his head folding over her shoulder.

Kagome began to bang her head back against his chest, repeatedly. “That was so embarrassing,” she groaned, sinking against him. “The detention was worth it to get it to stop.”

“Merlin,” he muttered, still laughing, “I think I might be a little jealous,” he teased, pouting his lips at her.

“Don’t be.” Kagome said it so bluntly that it made him laugh again. “I tried telling him I’m not interested but he never really listened. I think he was hanging on in the hopes that I’ll give in one day.”

Now that made him frown. “Not bloody likely,” he muttered, unconsciously pulling her snugger against his chest.

Kagome grinned and reached up to give him a little pat on his cheek in reassurance. “He’s harmless, if a little pushy maybe, but I think he does it mostly to get on Inuyasha’s nerves. Now they really hate each other.“ Instead of pulling her hand away, she used it to cup his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the curve of his cheekbone. “Since he found out about you, it’s now like a jokey tradition kind of thing,” she explained, rolling her eyes to add, “Still bloody embarrassing though.”

James felt something in his chest settle then. “Oh,” he said a a small laugh, perhaps a little too relieved, and his chest puffed out a bit. “You told him about me?” he cheesed, feeling smug.

Kagome burst out into a bout of snickering. “More like Inuyasha gloated in Kouga’s face first thing that he lost his chance when we both visited this past summer.”

James was pleasantly surprised Inuyasha did that for him – after all, they got off on the wrong foot last year and things had been awkward around each other ever since, which made the moment’s they crossed paths in the tower uncomfortable to be sure. “He did that?” The ‘For me?’ unspoken, only to have his spirits dampened when Kagome snorted and shot him a look of pity.

Not for him then.

“They really, really don’t get along,” Kagome explained, laughing once more.

Kagome continued to receive the letters, but after some time she began to keep the correspondence to herself. They weren’t cheesy love letters, she’d tell him, but more personal in nature and as such it didn’t feel right to share with others.

James completely understood of course, didn’t mind, but he would be lying if he said there wasn’t a… discomfiting feeling that took to stirring inside his chest whenever he witnessed a certain owl delivering letters to Kagome, one that only grew over time when the letters increased in frequency – when he’d spied the soft smile blossoming along her lips upon reading said letters.

It got worse when Valentine’s came and she received a package – a gift, more sincere than the obnoxious ones of the singing variety she’d gotten in the past: her favorite flowers and special chocolate truffles imported from France along with another letter that made her smile bright and laugh a flattered sort of laugh and even blush the faintest shade of pink.

The burning in his chest only eased slightly when a Howler came three days later and Kagome immediately panicked, arm whipping out, wand in hand, and lighting it up into flame before the owl could even properly take off from the table – causing a chain reaction of the owl shitting in fright on a fifth year, the tablecloth catching fire, and three sixth years getting drenched with pumpkin juice in a failed attempt to put it out.

Fifty points were deducted that night from Hufflepuff, and Kagome earned herself two weeks worth of detention for the spectacular display.

It all eventually came to a head one day in the middle of Hogsmeade when James stopped short at the sight of a handsome man with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and striking blue eyes down on one knee in front of Kagome, one hand cradling her left while his other held out something that glinted bright in the rare sunlight.

“Holy shite, is that guy proposing to Kagome?” Sirius choked out from beside him, equally rendered stunned at the scene, but James could barely hear him over the roar in his head, over the heavy, rapid beat of his heart in his ears, over the monster that grew in his chest at the sight of someone proposing to Kagome.

Over the deafening thought that he wanted to be the one to propose to her, and the… the anger he was taken aback to find simmering hot and foul at the bottom his belly at the simple, and yet mind-blowing fact that he wasn’t the one do it first.

He was just about to turn on his heel and run away, afraid of the scene before him and even more terrified of the turn his thoughts had taken, when a sharp smack echoed out loud the street. His head snapped up to stare wide-eyed at Kagome’s hand still raised and the man’s head turned at an exact ninety degree angle.

“This is not funny!” James heard her shout, her voice strangled and frantic, tinged with disgust as she went on to say, “Put that thing away!”

And to his utmost shock, the man threw his head back in laughter and did as she asked, snapping the velvet box shut and shoving it back into his trouser pockets as he clambered back up onto his feet.

And, to his ever mounting surprise, pull Kagome into a bear hug that while she didn’t completely accept, she didn’t exactly fight him off like he thought she would either.

Now, James found himself striding closer to the pair, unable to ignore the growing, curiosity gnawing his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, old habits die hard,” James overheard the man say, still laughing. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re as bad as Miroku proposing to Sango every weekend.”

“Hey, she gave in eventually didn’t she?”

Kagome refused to deign that remark with an answer. “Now get off me you big oaf, you know I have a boyfriend. He’s gonna have a heart attack if he hears about some strange bloke proposing to me in the middle of Hogsmeade!”

Striking blue eyes caught James’s and he was startled to see a hint of fang in the smirk the other man flashed. “Oh,” he chortled, not even bothering to keep his voice quiet. In fact, he projected it so James could clearly hear him. “I don’t think you have to worry about the rumors getting to him first – he wouldn’t happen to be the tall bloke with the glasses coming just now would he? Cause he’s giving me quite the evil eye.”

Instantly, Kagome’s hand snapped out to start wrapping him against the arms to release her, which he did a chuckle, arms steering wide.

Once free, Kagome whipped around, the familiar look of mortification whenever it came to a certain Durmstrang graduate clear on her face, and he already knew what she was going to say.

“James!” she said, a little breathless and on a nervous laugh. “This is, haha, this is Kouga. I’ve told you about him.” She sounded honest-to-Merlin at her wit’s end at that last part.

James crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Am I going to have to duel him for your hand in marriage?” He looked over Kagome’s head to lock stares with Kouga as she suddenly choked. Despite his snarking tone, his gaze was uncharacteristically serious. “Cause I will.”

“What is this, the dark ages?” she sputtered, before waving her hands hastily between them, “And there will be no dueling because that was just his idea of. Of a Joke.” She turned to give Kouga a filthy glare when he shifted a little uneasily behind her, adding in a much darker tone, “A bad one.”

James broke out in an easy smile that still held a bit of edge. “Oh I know,” he said pleasantly, sounding all light-hearted now, even as he smile turned a little smug. “I could tell by the slap. I think even kids in Hogwarts could hear it, it was a beautiful one, love.”

Kagome’s head tipped to the side to study him, and it was the uncertain look that crossed her face that had him inwardly sighing and backing down. He strode over, dropping a reassuring kiss on her temple as he passed her before offering his hand to the older man. “James Potter,” he introduced himself. He also offered a half grin, “I’d say nice to meet you, but, I just saw you propose to my girlfriend.”

“Kouga,” he introduced himself laughing a little, a little nervous. “It, uh, it really was a joke,” he said, taking James’s hand and shaking it. “The ring’s actually for my girlfriend. Fiancé. Hopefully, if she accepts that is.”

“And she will,” Kagome chimed in, giving Kouga another stink eye, “So long as she doesn’t murder us both if she ever hears of this.”

Kouga waved her off with a robust laugh. “She’s in Japan visiting family, she won’t know a thing!”

“She always knows,” he heard Kagome mutter, watching as Kouga suddenly gave a deep wince when she continued to say, “She knew about Valentine’s,” which was when James realized the Howler from back then must’ve been from his girlfriend instead of Kouga and… and that Kouga must have been dating her even that far back.

Louder, Kagome went on to say something about how Kouga started writing to her about this Ayame, his hopeful fiancé to be, asking for advice and sharing about his ideas to propose, all which James heard but didn’t quite take in completely as he was slipping back into his thoughts.

This meant, that this whole time, the growing… growing jealousy that he’d felt – he couldn’t deny what it was now that he knew – seeing Kagome with the letters… all that worry had been for nothing…

Merlin, he felt like a bloody idiot.

It wasn’t until after Kouga left, treating them all to lunch – Sirius included, who had hung back, fists at the ready for the moment James needed him to jump in to help kick the arse of the bloke trying to propose to his best mate’s girl – for his self-admitted “dumbarse stunt” before taking the Floo back to his flat, that Kagome confronted him.

“James?” he heard her quietly prod, felt her nudge him gently against his side. He turned to see her looking up at her, “Everything alright?”

James sighed, managed a small smile to reassure her, before turning to Sirius to ask for a moment alone with Kagome. He caught on quick, clapping him on the shoulder before getting up and making his way to the bar.

When he turned back to face Kagome again, he found her worrying her bottom lip. With another sigh, this one fond, he reached up with his thumb to gently tug her lip away from her teeth to save it from further abuse. “It’s not your fault,” he told her with genuine honesty, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers, “I’ve just been a bit thick lately and hadn’t realize it until today.”

“Kouga,” Kagome guessed, and correctly at that. James nodded, squeezing her hand. “I never realized the letters upset you, I’m sorry, James, if I did…”

She trailed off when he shook his head, squeezing her hand more insistently this time. “No, no, this was all me, getting into my own head, seeing things that wasn’t there and never… speaking up about it. I’d thought…” he trailed off, with a rueful, self-deprecating laugh as he confessed, “I’d thought the letters were working on you, I guess. I saw you get them, and how you’d… laugh, or even blush, and built it up to something it clearly wasn’t.”

James reached up with his free hand to tuck a fallen curl out of Kagome’s face and behind her ear, pressing a kiss against her furrowed brow to smooth it out smiling when it worked and Kagome leaned into his touch. “Never once realized I was jealous until I saw the bloke today, down on one knee in front of you and a pretty impressive rock in his hand,” he said with a wry laugh.

“Gods,” Kagome breathed out, laughing along with him. “All this time I was helping him with Ayame, it scared the shite out of me when he did it.” Quietly, more hesitantly, she added to say, a pretty flush rising to her cheeks, “Definitely, uh, definitely not the one I thought about… about proposing to me.”

James was not ashamed to admit how breathless her admission made him, the sight of Kagome shyly averting her gaze, her blush darkening further, as he whispered, “Yeah?” and she nodded, biting her lip once again to hide her flustered smile.

Nor was he ashamed at how eagerly he quietly confessed in return, “I think what upset me the most was the fact that I wasn’t the one to propose to you first, joke or not.”

Stunned, Kagome steered a wide eyed gaze back up at him, silently mouthing “Really?” and he laughed, a little giddy, and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Trust me on this, Kagome, I was not kidding about dueling that prat for your hand. And I’d’ve kicked his arse, you know I would.” At her breathless, snorting laugh, James grinned a foolish grin, before he sobered and slipped his hand free of hers to cup the sides of her face instead.

“One day, I’m gonna propose,” he promised, and watched with rapt attention how her blush returned in full force, mingling with the freckles smattered across her cheeks, and the roundness, the misty sheen her gorgeous blue eyes took on in response.

James felt his heart flutter, so incredibly entranced right then and there, and swallowed down the nerves that was building up in his throat.

“Not now,” he ruefully muttered, “And certainly not in middle of The Three Broomsticks where all you can smell is the butterbeer and stale fish and chips, but…”

James trailed off and gazed warmly at Kagome with gentle grin. “But one day it’s gonna be me getting down on one knee, offering you up a ring, riding on the hope you’d grant me the incredible honor of becoming your husband, because as sure as I knew it the day you threatened me with your bat that you were something special,” and James paused, grinning wider as Kagome burst out in a watery chuckle, her eyes way past misty now and almost spilling with tears, before he told her so solemn, so empathetically, with as much emotion and confidence that he could summon, “I know you’re it for me, and there’s not a chance I’ll let you slip away, not if I can help it.”

#it started out funny and fluffy and ended up sappy and fluffy lmao #i'm tagging this #pfk #as there're a couple of nods to a few events in the fic #but i am reasonably sure this won't be canon in rts lol #again i hope you enjoyed and sorry for the wait;;;#jameskag #my fic #mail time #nonny #prompt fill #ALSO #i almost forgot aksjhf #although he wasn't named #the fifth year that got shit on by the owl #was most definitely shippo lmaooo

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crusherthedoctor · 6 years ago

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Sonic Villains: Sweet or Shite? - Part 13: MEPHILES

There are some villains I like. And there are some villains I don’t like. But why do I feel about them the way I do? That’s where this comes in.

This is a mini-series of mine, in which I’ll be going into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the villains in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and why I think they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves in the game(s) they featured in. Keep in mind that these are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions! I don’t bite. :>

Anyhow, for today’s installment, we’ll be covering the malevolent spirit of Sonic the Hedgehog 2006, and #1 Shadow cosplayer across the nation: Mephiles the Dark.

The Gist: On Sonic's 15th anniversary, a little game was released. You might have heard of it. People like to bring it up a lot, regardless of the time or reason. It's called Sonic the Hedgehog, ostensibly, but we tend to call it Sonic '06.

It did not live up to expectations.

But what's the story?

Life was suffering for poor Silver the Hedgehog. His world was ravaged by a fire monster, he could never truly defeat said fire monster no matter how hard he tried, and his sole companion was only there because the writers didn't understand how backstories work. Things appeared to be looking up for him though, when he was approached by a mysterious black hedgehog, who offered a permanent solution to the hero's seemingly fruitless quest. Silver looked at this hedgehog with no mouth, slitted eyes, and ominous deep voice, and accepted the offer without hesitation.

"If only they knew..." *wink*

The completely trustworthy hedgehog reasoned that in order to destroy the Flames of Disaster, Iblis, Silver must destroy the one who unleashed it in the first place. The "Iblis Trigger", if you will. Who is this catalyst though, according to this perfectly benevolent hedgehog? None other than Sonic the Hedgehog, the hero of whatever Sonic's world is called this week. No more Sonic, no more Iblis, so says the absolutely well-intentioned hedgehog. Silver accepts all of this without question, because his intelligence ranks somewhere between "potato" and "Madoka Magica protagonist". He's then sent on his way by the definitely good-natured hedgehog through the means of time travel. This is barely questioned as well.

Meanwhile, in the present day, Shadow the Hedgehog is doing his duties as a new member of G.U.N, as they were fortunately able to make amends and can now look back and laugh at the time they killed his friend. His mission is to assist fellow agent Rouge the Bat in the kingdom of Soleanna, and when he catches up to her, she reveals a peculiar discovery: a tool known as the Book Scepter of Darkness.

Even the PS3 lighting couldn't contain its power.

After a brief discussion about the kingdom's history, they made their way through the ruins of the ancient Soleanna castle, where Anti-Furry Activist Dr. Eggman was waiting for them, in the hopes that they would politely give the Book Scepter of Darkness to him. The two comrades tussle with some of the doctor's robots, but the Book Scepter suffers in the midst of the crossfire, and is destroyed completely... releasing a slightly phallic surge of dark energy in the process. Eggman promptly gets the fuck out of there, and the darkness soon takes the form of Shadow himself... and the same hedgehog that would appeal to Silver's wishes. He also knows who Shadow is.

"Fucking hell, this is my design...?"

His name? Mephiles the Dark.

Not Mephisto.

Not Mephistopheles.

Mephiles.

The Dark.

Mephiles the Dark.

Mephiles the Evil.

Mephiles the Hoodlum.

Mephiles the Wrong'un.

Mephiles the Right Prick.

So you know he's a villain who demands to be taken seriously.

Mephiles quickly sends Shadow and Rouge on what he dubs "a one-way ticket to oblivion", which is actually just the same place where Eggman forcibly sent Sonic away to, alongside his buddies Tails and Knuckles. It's Silver's time period, the one plagued by the Flames of Disaster. Shadow contemplates these recent happenings as the colour palette suddenly dies for no reason.

A minor disappointment in an otherwise high-quality gaming experience.

Since the computers in this horribly ruined world still work better than Windows Vista, they use one of them to figure out the nature of their plight, and maybe check out Craigslist while they're at it. They are understandably concerned about the answer, as a madman with time travelling capabilities is no laughing matter. Shadow takes this potential threat very seriously, and he will not be distracted under any circumstance.

When they meet up with Team Sonic, they decide to work together in order to figure out how to get back to their time, because friendship truly is magic. Along the way, Shadow and Rouge discover the dusty form of a sleeping E-123 Omega, and they leave him there. Because friendship truly is magic.

Soonafter, the five of them encounter Iblis, and a tedious battle ensues until Iblis itself gets bored and fucks off. Using the power of two Chaos Emeralds, they induce Chaos Control, which in this game means...

*spins Deus Ex Machina wheel*

...they go back in time. Alright then.

So they do. Except for Shadow, who catches sight of the evil Mephiles the Dark and immediately gives chase. Mephiles has a surprise for him however... another Shadow. An imprisoned Shadow. Mephiles claims that he was used as a scapegoat for what happened with Iblis, which naturally unnerves the Ultimate Lifeform.

RAW EMOTION

Mephiles offers Shadow to join him in his cause for justice, under the belief that humanity hates Shadow, humanity fears Shadow, and humanity will make a martyr out of Shadow the first chance they get. Unfortunately for Mephiles, Black Doom said all this beforehand, and he's dead now, cause Shadow ain't taking this shit anymore. He made a promise to the Professor and Maria, and he intends to keep it. It's time to live up to his family name, and face Full Life Consequences™.

They fought.

Shadow won.

With a little help from a non-dusty, present day Omega, who was sent by Rouge.

Mephiles escaped with his time travel prowess, and Shadow and Omega followed after him. They arrived back in the present, but with no sign of the deadly demon. Meanwhile, said demon was reiterating to Silver that Sonic is totally the Iblis Trigger he's after, absolutely, dead-on. Silver barely questions him once more, and as punishment for his extreme foolishness, Shadow finds him and teaches him a lesson in pain.

"I'm Shadow the Hedgehog. Get shanked. This is who I am."

During battle, they accidentally induce Chaos Control together, which summons another time portal that Shadow somehow already knows in advance where it'll take them. They travel to ten years prior, where they find the then-alive ruler of Soleanna, the Duke, attempting valiantly to harness the energy of the omnipotence known as Solaris. Instead, he gets an explosion in the face, and Solaris divides itself into two different entities. Aggressive flames, and a mass of darkness... Iblis and Mephiles. They were two halves of the same being the whole time.

The two hedgehogs split up to stop the two halves from escaping. Thanks to the Book Scepter of Darkness the dying Duke gave him, Shadow successfully seals the formless Mephiles away, thus explaining how Mephiles knew who Shadow was ten years later. Shadow and Silver eventually return to the present, but not before Silver laughs in the face of Sonic continuity and gives his blue Chaos Emerald to the young Princess Elise, the daughter of the recently Wasted™ Duke.

After reuniting with Rouge, and after obtaining a brand new Book Scepter of Darkness, Shadow and her learn that E-123 Omega is engaging Mephiles, meaning they must head to Wave Ocean (head to Wave Ocean?)... ... ...Shadow and her learn that E-123 Omega is engaging Mephiles, meaning they must head to Wave Ocean immediately. (Sorry about that, I'll fix it in post.)

Omega was indeed engaging Mephiles. Very easily at that. Yet Mephiles took his humiliation in stride and escaped while laughing all the way. Omega confesses to Shadow that he is in fact the one who will go on to imprison him in the future. Rouge reassures her old friend that even if the rest of the world turns against him, she'll always be at his side no matter what. Shadow in turn expresses gratitude for one of the only instances of good writing in this game, and the three of them leave for Dusty Desert, where Mephiles is hiding away like a Scooby Doo baddie.

When they finally confront Mephiles, he tries the exact same tactic that failed to bring Shadow over to his side to bring Shadow over to his side. He did not succeed in bringing Shadow over to his side.

"Ugh, blackcurrant."

They fought again.

Shadow won again.

And with the new and improved Book Scepter of Darkness, he seals the villain away once more... for about five seconds, before the Book Scepter unexpectedly tears itself apart. The fiend has apparently developed an immunity to this old song and dance.

"Now for my next trick, I shall make my credibility disappear!"

He then summons a whole pack of Mephiles's's's's's to do away with Team Dark. But unbeknownst to him, Shadow has a trick of his own up his non-existent sleeve. By removing his inhibitor rings, he could become even more needlessly overpowered for a limited period of time. This was more than enough to send the army of clones flying like skittles.

Alas, the real Mephiles escaped yet again. And this time, he topped himself by fulfilling IGN's dreams and killing Sonic the Hedgehog himself. The older Princess Elise, his latest friend, was grief-stricken.

RAW EMOTION

Unable to keep her emotional turmoil in check, the princess wept, which released the mighty Iblis into the present time. As it turns out, this was Mephiles' real plan all along. He intended for Silver to kill Sonic so that Elise's ensuing tears would unleash the flames, but he finally decided to do the deed himself. Using all seven Chaos Emeralds, which he warped them to where he was like it was nothing, Mephiles rejoined with Iblis once more, and Solaris was officially back in business to corrupt reality as he saw fit. Time distortion? Environmental disasters? Soulja Boy game consoles? It's all the work of Solaris.

But while Solaris was fucking time and space's shit up, Sonic's friends (and Silver) gathered all the Emeralds together, and with some... curious assistance from Elise, they brought the dead hedgehog back to life. In his super form, no less. Shadow and Silver were granted some of Super Sonic's power in order to turn super themselves, and the Hedgehog Master Race obliterated Solaris so bad that he reverted to his original form of a tiny white flame... which was soon blown out by Elise, despite knowing that time would reset itself in the process. The threat of losing her memories with Sonic took a toll on her, but with the hedgehog's own encouragement, she pulled through regardless.

Merry Christmas.

Thus, from the Soleanna Festival onward, everything started over. This time around, the festival could commence in peace, as Eggman wasn't there to menace the princess with his golden udders. For the Flames of Disaster, Iblis, Mephiles, Solaris... they were all literally forgotten by time itself until Generations. Why they were now holding a festival for a god who never existed remains a mystery, but Elise couldn't help but feel that the "wind" was strangely familiar, and pleasantly so.

That same wind enjoyed a good night, possibly aware of what he had to go through to get there.

"That's a lovely full moon. A lovely full, whole, complete, non-fractured moon. Would be a shame if something happened to it."

The Design: Mephiles spends his initial scenes as a shit recolour.

"This is my Chaos Emerald OC, his name's Genocide the Blitzkrieg."

On the other hand, he spends his later scenes as a shit recolour.

He can't believe it either.

Which is a shame, because there is an appeal in the concept of a shadowy being made of crystal. It's just incredibly undermined by how it's mimicing Shadow's form, and for little justified reason at that. Outside of a single quip about him being Shadow's shadow, Mephiles doesn't really do anything to warrant the "Evil Shadow" angle he's apparently going for, which makes his recolour status even more pointless.

(And yes, I know his chest hair kind of looks like Solaris. That doesn't mean his design is suddenly good or clever.)

The Personality: Remember how Black Doom was a complete and utter void of evil for its own sake? Good, beause Mephiles is exactly the same, and it could be argued that he's actually worse than Mr. Ten Packs a Day.

Oh sure, you say. He might have a motive in the form of wanting vengeance for being experimented on. Too bad this is not established in any way whatsoever with what we see of Mephiles in the game proper. When he's not transparently fooling Silver, he spends all his time cackling and taunting. Any time he brings up humanity is when it involves Shadow's expense, not his own. His goal to rejoin with Iblis isn't given any tragic or sympathetic angle, and is purely to serve as his Cause Even More Destruction Card. Even Shadow lampshades his lack of motivation beyond craving destruction, and you can’t say his imprisonment in the Book Scepter of Darkness made him go mad, because even before he got sealed the first time around, he was already threatening Shadow with death.

And make no mistake, not all villains need to be especially sympathetic. Villains who are just cruel or selfish bastards for petty reasons can work just fine. Eggman does it beautifully in this very franchise. But Eggman is also funny, brave, intelligent, and has a clear motive beyond evulz that's backing up his actions, despite that motive's simplicity.

What else is there to Mephiles?

His weird attempts at being cryptic...?

"Is Lara-Su Chronicles legit?"

His lackadaisical Crash Bandicoot impression...?

Cortex Laughs Back

There's just nothing to this guy. And for a character with his backstory, it's all the more noticeable and disappointing. But hey, at least he's a cunning schemer and a powerful opponent, right?

Well, about that...

The Execution: I'm going to get straight to the point. I don't like Mephiles. I really don't like Mephiles. Next to Scourge the Hedgehog and Eggman Nega, Mephiles is one of my absolute least favourite characters in the entire Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, adaptations included.

"But why is that?", I hear you not asking. "Why do you detest him so? Is it his design? Is it his lack of personality? Is it his story?"

Those are all key ingredients, yes. But more than anything else, it's that he's played up to be a cunning mastermind, and is regularly applauded even by '06's detractors for being a cunning mastermind... when in reality, he is one of the absolute dumbest characters in the whole franchise. No, that is not an exaggeration. Silver and Elise in the same game were far from flawless, but Mephiles deserves much more ridicule than either of them. He is completely undeserving of the kudos he frequently receives for his supposed magnificent bastardry, and I'm about to tell you why.

Strap in, folks.

We're about to go through why the evil plan of poor Leslie makes no sense whatsoever.

Well done in advance if you don't fall asleep.

Too late.

1. He could have fused with Iblis at any time he wanted. Despite what many fans claim, NOTHING in the final game so much as implies that Mephiles needed certain requirements to fuse with Iblis. Meaning he could have completed his mission at the beginning of the game, from the moment he met Silver for the first time. Instead, he’d rather monologue to Silver and butcher the English language.

Guess I'll go and done that.

Let’s put that aside for a moment though, and assume that Mephiles needed the Chaos Emeralds to fuse with Iblis. That’s reasonable, except...

2. He could warp all seven Chaos Emeralds to his destination immediately. That’s an incredibly useful ability to have, especially when you're plotting something as major as reuniting with the other half of a god-like entity. He has no reason to not use this ability as soon as possible, aside from him simply forgetting he could do it.

Well, Silver had to have some vital role in his plan, surely...?

3. He had no use whatsoever for Silver. He goes out of his way to rely on Silver to eliminate Sonic, but he could easily kill Sonic himself with no trouble at all. Nothing is preventing him from killing Sonic. He’s not trapped somewhere. He’s not been sapped of his powers. All he’s guaranteeing with Silver is giving himself a potential enemy in the future when the jig is inevitably up, and sure enough, in the rare moment when Silver actually questions him, Mephiles dodges the query in the most suspicious manner, and always gives vague, shifty half-answers.

Fig A: The Twitter defense.

He’s only complicating things even more for himself, and again, for no reason. His only potential motivation for manipulating Silver is because it’s the evil thing to do. And the only reason Silver falls for his ruse is because he was made to be a complete idiot in order to make Mephiles look smarter than he actually is. Not that Silver was alone in that department...

But you think “Well, maybe Mephiles is tricky, but not actually that strong. So he needs Silver to kill Sonic since he can’t do it on his own.” It would explain why he’s a damage sponge in his boss fights, and why he relies on minions and clones to do all the work, right?

Nope.

He eventually kills Sonic himself anyway. Which leads us to...

4. He has no limitations to his powers. You might be inclined to assume he would be weak, yet smart, in contrast to Iblis being strong, yet dumb. Admittedly that would make logical sense, and it would tie in thematically to their motifs of being the consciousness and the raw power of Solaris respectively.

But that’s not how it went. Maybe that was the intention (again, note how he’s something of a sitting duck when you get past his minions), but in cutscenes, he’s as much of a powerhouse as the likes of Shadow. Which reinforces the fact that he wasted his time with Silver, because he could have - and did - kill the Blue Blur with his own hands.

But at least he actually killed Sonic, right? After all, that was the key to unleashing Iblis courtesy of Elise’s tears, yes? Weeeellll...

5. He could have killed Elise instead. Elise’s crying is NOT the only way to release Iblis from within her. As the report that Tails read in Crisis City confirmed, Elise had died in that time period due to being aboard the exploding Egg Carrier, and Iblis’ presence is very prominently felt in that time period’s future. So Mephiles could have killed the princess herself and achieved the same results, without ever needing to bother with Sonic and/or Elise’s emotional connection to him.

Okay then, what about Shadow? Mephiles was pretty serious about swaying the Ultimate Lifeform over to his side... wasn’t he...?

6. He wasted his time with Shadow too. Like Silver, his frequent mind games with Shadow served him absolutely no benefit in relation to his goal to reunite with Iblis. He wasn’t even truly invested in turning Shadow evil to begin with. Whenever Shadow tells him to fuck off back to the Antarctic, Mephiles shrugs it off every time. It’s just a game to him, and it’s a game that prolongs his objective even further. Compare this to Black Doom, who at least was genuinely committed in getting Shadow to join him, and as dumb as it was, at least Shadow was actually a vital part in Doom’s scheme.

"It's just... I wasn't ready before... I wasn't sure if I could commit..."

Despite everything however, he still managed to become Solaris in the end. How did he lose then...?

7. He threw the Chaos Emeralds away, thereby giving Sonic’s friends a chance to nab the Emeralds themselves. Which of course revived Sonic, turned him super, and you know the rest. He could have kept the Emralds to himself, or maybe even destroy them outright. Instead, he was generous enough to hammer the final nail in his coffin.

Also, what did he intend to do afterwards? When all of time and space was destroyed, would that have included himself? Or would he have sat around with his thumb up his arse in a featureless void for all of eternity? Your guess is as good as mine.

And finally, let’s go over a few leftover arguments:

“But Crusher, he still KILLED SONIC!”

You’re right, he did. But how did he kill Sonic?

Not by beating him in a fight.

Not by using genuine brilliance.

No... he killed Sonic by distracting him with a light, and stabbing him from behind.

This is hardly flattering for either character. Sonic gets a laughably undignified death, and Mephiles’ method of execution is extremely unimpressive. And on top of that, the dynamic between the hero and the villain falls flat, because there is no dynamic. Sonic himself doesn’t have any kind of connection or relationship with Mephiles, because up until his death, he saw Mephiles a grand total of once. And even then, he knew nothing about him, not even his name. So the person who killed Sonic the Hedgehog - from Sonic the Hedgehog’s point of view - was literally just “some guy”. (Sonic didn’t even acknowledge his existence. It was Knuckles who did that.)

“But Crusher, he still played the other characters for fools!”

You know who else can do that? Del Boy. :P

Mephiles only looks like a master manipulator because with the sole exception of Shadow, the rest of the cast suffered the same fate as Silver. Instead of Mephiles being genuinely intelligent, everyone else is made insanely stupid to hide the fact that Mephiles himself is stupid. Instead of him achieving his goals because he’s legitimately talented or brilliant, he “achieves his goals” because the plot hands them over to him on a silver platter.

“But Crusher, Eggman makes mistakes too!”

That’s true. Eggman does make mistakes. However, there are two small but significant differences that render this comparison moot:

1. None of Eggman’s blunders are on the same tier as Mephiles’ fuck ups. An Eggman mistake is putting an obvious weakspot on his giant boss mech. A Mephiles mistake is going out of his way to jeopardise his entire plan from start to finish.

2. For all his intelligence, Eggman has always had a comedic, goofy edge to his character, so the occasional questionable decision is expected and par for the course for that particular character. Mephiles does not have that excuse. He was intended by the writers to be suave and slick, meaning he has a lot more to lose when he makes consecutive dumbass decisions.

......

I think I’ve made my point. Mephiles the Dark’s reputation vastly overshadows his actual capabilities. To appreciate what he could have been, or what he was meant to be, is one thing. But I’m looking at Mephiles for what he is, in the final product. And what he is in the final product, is one of the worst villains this franchise has ever had. People can laugh it up about Infinite, or the Deadly Six, but they have nothing on this guy. No amount of Dan Green can save him, and while I don’t like to put all of a character’s fans in the one basket, I do strongly believe that at least a sizable margin of his popularity stems from the fact that he’s a hedgehog. Either that, or the fact that he killed Sonic, despite how underwhelming that kill really was.

I’ve went on long enough about Mephiles. Anything else at this point would just be redundant. Here’s a bunch of old memes I’ve made in the past at Leslie’s expense. Enjoy.

Also, his name is dumb.

Crusher Gives Mephiles a: Thumbs Down!

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endangered-liaison · 5 years ago

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Prompt #2: Bargain

"You're fuckin' joking."

"I'm sorry to say I'm not."

"Tell me you're fuckin' joking."

Wyda shrugs, lifting the report and holding it out to Maxima. Max glares at it as if it has personally wronged her. Which it hasn't. Yet.

"You want me to go to Ala Mhigo? A day after I get back from Ishgard?"

Wyda shrugs. "Them's the breaks, I'm afraid."

"Do you have any clue how dangerous that is for me? They find out who I am they'll lynch me, yeah?"

Wyda sighs and places the report back down on her desk. "I know. And I'm sorry. You're the only one involved in this who knows the terrain, and if this report is even a fraction right..."

Max groans and rubs her face. Wheezes a few slow breaths to calm herself down.

"Max..."

Max snatches the report from the desk. "Don't even fuckin' start."

Wyda's face has fallen from impassive to worried. "Max, if you really can't, I could..."

"Could what? Call in a favour from your Mhigan pals? Write them in with all this? They're dumb as shite, they wouldn't know what they're lookin' for."

Wyda winces. Bit racist.

"Don't look like that! I meant your Mhigan pals! Not all of 'em. Fuckin'... UGH."

Wyda holds her hands up, conceding Max's point. Okay. Less a bit racist.

"...I'll do it."

"You will?"

"Yeah. Fuck."

Max rubs her eyes, slumping against the window of Wyda's office.

"I'll fuckin' do it."

"Max...thank you."

Max glances over. "You ain't heard my conditions yet, bluestocking."

Of course. Wyda rolls her eye. Of course there's conditions.

"I'll give you double your usual wage. Plus danger pay."

Max snorts. "Beast's giving me free lodging and steady wages here. I don't give a shite about extra gil right now." Max snorts, a little too hard. It's followed up by a cough, and she lifts her mask to her face. Clips it in place, and breathes steadily.

Wyda watches the rise and fall of Max's chest as she tries to breathe. Blue lung is...fascinating, really. Some day she might cure it.

Some day.

"I want Vic for All Saints' Wake."

Wyda snaps out of her thoughts about respiratory disorders and blinks in confusion.

"You... want..." Wyda blinks a few more times. "What?"

"All Saints' is the one holiday you get right, yeah?" Max's confidence seems to fade, after that initial sentence. Smug condescension gives way to something...more vulnerable. "I wanna get dressed up, and I wanna go walk through the festivities with my best friend, and get some fuckin' spiced lattes and do all that normal shite."

Wyda stares. "You...want the day with Vicky?"

Max sneers. Wyda can't see it behind the mask, but she knows she's sneering. "You go to work with her. You go home with her. I go across the fuckin' world searchin' for your damn arcanist friend. I want one day with her that isn't just me showing up with wine."

Wyda looks down at the floor. "I didn't...I didn't realise I was taking so much of her time. I'm not used to her really..."

"Havin' other people?"

She nods, silently.

"Yeah. Makes two of us."

"I'll back off." Wyda concedes. "I'll try to, at least. A little."

There's silence for a few moments, before Max gets to her feet. Her chair's legs scrape against the floor loudly.

She walks towards the door without another word.

"Max?" Wyda calls out.

Max pauses with a hand on the door and chuckles. "Always gotta wait 'till I'm almost gone. Yeah?"

"I'm not her keeper. You want an All Saints' date with her, you've gotta ask her yourself."

"Deal."

"She might say no."

Max glances over her shoulder. Regards Wyda slowly, like some sort of dangerous animal. Like a hunter. "I like my chances."

And then she's gone.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

#ffxivwrite2019 #Wyda #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #Max Sawyer

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Remus/Sirius, 1st war, sickfic

“Are you sure you can't come?” Sirius asked with pleading eyes.

“I broke every single bone in my body last night and rearranged all my organs. Do you think I want to be in bed? No. Do I think I can sit through an Order meeting though? No,” Remus replied from his nest of blankets in the centre of the large bed the two men shared whenever they were both home for a rare evening together. “Go and you can tell me all the details when you get back.”

“But it's no fun without you,” Sirius whined, straightening his robes in the reflection of the full-length mirror and frowning at his appearance. “And I'm tired.”

“Then tell Dumbledore to stop scheduling them after full moons,” Remus replied wearily. “Or don't go at all. Stay home and say you're sick.”

“My throat does kinda hurt,” Sirius replied. “I have these dark circles.”

He pulled his lower eyelid down with his hand and stared into the mirror.

“You have dark circles?” Remus asked with a barking laugh. “Shut up and get going or you'll be late.”

Sirius moved to the bedside and leaned to kiss Remus' brow.

“You're sure you're okay here? You sound a little stuffed up. Maybe I could stay and say you couldn't be left alone?”

Remus shoved Sirius' face away with a snort.

“Don't bring me in to it, Black. Get out of here!”

“I'll be back as soon as I can then,” Sirius assured him. “And I'll bring leftover treats if James doesn't eat them all.”

“Give everyone my love,” Remus instructed, pulling the quilts up to his chin with a yawn. He shifted his hips and winced as pain shot through his spine.

“See!” Sirius cried, noting the pained expression. “I should stay.”

“It's a back spasm, not the Black Death,” Remus retorted, adjusting the heating-charmed pillow beside him to cradle his back. “Go!”

“Ugh, fine,” Sirius replied, getting his scarf from the hook on the back of the door and winding it around his neck. “Owl if you need anything. Be home soon.”

“Have fun!” Remus called with mocking cheer as Sirius headed for the front door. His hoarse voice cracked and went up to a funny pitch. He could hear Sirius chuckle as the door shut behind him.

Closing his eyes, Remus tried to fall back asleep. Neither James nor Peter had the previous night off for full-moon adventures, but Sirius had come along as Padfoot and the two canines spent the whole evening romping through snow-covered fields in the Scottish highlands. In the morning when Remus woke in a snow bank shivering so violently he thought he was starting another transformation, Sirius had bundled him in a coat and Apparated them both back to his cozy flat.

They'd slept most of the day until afternoon turned into early evening and they were scheduled for an Order meeting. Normally Remus would try to get out of bed for such affairs, but it was freezing out which made the aches all the more painful and Sirius had been right- he was getting a bit stuffy.

So he curled up as best he could with an aching back and sore limbs, and tried to rest more. The heated pillows positioned on either side to cradle him seemed to be doing little to keep him from shivering, even with the pile of quilts Sirius had arranged on the bed. After an hour of fitful attempts to sleep he found himself wishing he'd allowed Sirius to stay home. His chest was beginning to ache with the early wheezes of a cough and his nose felt swollen and full.

When the door creaked open a few hours later, Sirius came inside kicking snow from his boots and sniffling noisily. The flat was dark and Remus was still in bed, lying quietly in the dim bedroom. Sirius shed his cloak and scarf as he walked, leaving a trail of damp clothes across the living room furniture.

“You awake?” he asked softly as he entered the room.

“Mhmm,” Remus murmured.

“Didn't miss much,” Sirius said. Remus could hear him rummaging in the wardrobe for his pyjamas and the sound of robes swishing to the ground in favour of warm plaid. After a moment, a chilly pair of arms circled Remus as the bed dipped under Sirius' added weight.

“You're freezing,” Remus yelped hoarsely, shying away from the touch and rolling over to look at Sirius. In the dim light he could see the shiny red glow of Sirius' winter-wind chapped nose.

“And you sound like shite,” Sirius replied.

“I think I've got a cold,” Remus admitted. “Probably better I stayed here.”

“I should have stayed too,” Sirius grumbled. “Half the group wasn't there and I'm pretty sure you shared your germs with me.”

“Really?” Remus asked.

“Do you want me to cough on you to demonstrate or...?”

“No, I believe you.”

“Good, cause I did my fair share on the road outside and I'd like to give my lungs a rest.”

“Should I go get some potions then?” Remus asked, finding Sirius' frozen fingers under the sheets and pulling the man's hands to his chest, wrapping them up under his arms for warmth.

“No,” Sirius replied, snuggling closer. “I want to die in peace without drinking some horrible tonic first.”

“You're so dramatic. What about tea?”

“I don't want you to get up. Just stay here and suffer with me.”

“Fine. Just shove over so I can reset the heating charms on the bed,” Remus said, rolling away from Sirius grip and reaching for his wand on the bed-side table.

“You strong enough for that?” Sirius asked. “I can do it.”

“You set them last night and they've already worn off,” Remus teased. “I'll do it.”

He sat up partially and swished his wand in a half-circle before bringing it straight down to touch the quilt, muttering 'Calorvapos'. The blankets glowed an otherworldly earthly red for a moment before returning to their normal pale green.

Remus set his wand back down and snuggled back down next to Sirius.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better,” Sirius agreed. “But it's making my nose run....going cold to warm...”

He sniffled wetly and bumped his nose against Remus' shoulder.

“I'd ask you not to share germs like that, but I suppose it's too late,” Remus said, shying away from Sirius' damp nostrils.

“Sorry, Moony...don't have a...hehh...ts'gHXHT!...a tissue.”

Sirius interrupted himself with a half-stifled sneeze directed into Remus' pyjama-clad shoulder.

“There's plenty here,” Remus said drolly, reaching for the box. “I'd try them next time instead of my sleeve.”

“Be nice,” Sirius moaned, taking one of the tissues and folding it over his nose. “You're used to this! Being sick and all that.”

“Just because I'm not whining doesn't mean I enjoy this,” Remus replied. “In fact, I've barely slept at all and I'm tired of being in bed.”

“I know, love,” Sirius said, his voice quieting as he circled an arm around Remus' thin hips. “I didn't mean to tease. Will you sleep now?”

Remus sniffled as he let himself bend against the curve of the other man, forming the little spoon to Sirius' embrace.

“I'll try,” he said wearily. “I wish it wasn't so cold out. It makes it worse.”

“I know,” Sirius soothed, kissing Remus' neck gently. “Poor skinny Remus...poor achy bones.”

Remus smiled wanly and reached a hand to poke Sirius.

“I'm not skinny...I'm efficient. Good metabolism.”

“I've seen you be efficient. No one that skinny should be able to polish off three steaks.”

“It was finals week before the moon,” Remus said, chuckling. “I needed my strength. And the house elves were happy to provide me with a good meal. Besides, I...hnhh...”

He stopped mid-thought, tensing against Sirius before his head bobbed forward and he jerked violently with a throat-scraping Ehh...Hhn'TSGHXTT!

“Bless you!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Ugh,” Remus groaned, reaching for a tissue and giving his nose a gurgling blow. “Officially sick.”

“As if there was any doubt.”

“I know, but the first sneeze is what proves it for me.”

“Well, we're both official then. I'll send an owl in the morning....there's no way you're going in to see Dumbledore tomorrow,” Sirius said.

“I'll be fine. I already missed tonight,” Remus replied. “It's a short meeting.”

“Don't make me force you,” Sirius said, tightening his grip around Remus' waist momentarily. “Dumbledore can wait.”

“Mhm, fine,” Remus agreed sleepily, yawning as he spoke.

“Sleep, love,” Sirius urged, tucking his head against Remus's shoulder.

Remus made a contented sound of agreement and closed his eyes. If the first signs of a cold had shown themselves, there were many more to come and he needed as much rest as he could get!

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Attraction

A/N: Ugl, I know this is not requested or a serie but it’s kind of personal to me and none of my favorite writers didn’t want to write it. So I wrote it myself and here is the result. Hope you like it <3 (also sorry for not posting much. I just have my first job and its really exhausting me)

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

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He was funny. So humorous, flirty, kind and sympathetic. His smile was always present on his lips and his comments never disappointed you. He was, what you would call, a crush.

To be completely honest you didn’t even know he was a fellow Gryffindor until your fifth year. Yes, you knew he was your classmate but you were distracted by everything else to notice him. You’ve grown to like the boy since the fifth year. You’ve grown to like him quite a lot. To you, he was your muse because nobody could ever be so damn perfect and flawed as Fred Weasley was.

He was tall and handsome. His body was in perfect shape and it kept being like that due to Quidditch. His arms looked slim but they were strong, following into perfect broad shoulders. He usually wore sweaters or hand-knitted jumpers but when he wore a normal T-shirt, that was when his fit shape really showed. His hair was always messed up. How could it not? He was always up for some trouble, always inventing new things, things he was passionate about. And the way his light brown eyes sparkled with mischief everytime somebody mentioned trouble. How he looked at you with those big round eyes, confused yet in the light they showed a light color of hazel. It matched his ginger hair perfectly. They were flaming red yet the dark smoke always seemed to cover that color. To be honest, you never saw his hair clean or combed but when it was, it seemed confusing because you weren’t used to that Fred.

He knew you existed. You have been his classmate for years and you always seemed to help George with his Herbology. George was kind and nice, a tad crazy like his other half, and he was assigned your Herbology partner in 4th year when he was creating a ruckus with his twin. The kind and loving professor Sprout lost her mind that day completely, separating them and having a close eye on them both. George got a bit better with Herbology since you became his partner, but he was awfully distracted by his twin on the other side of the classroom. He wasn’t the only one though.

You and Fred didn’t talk much to each other. You were always talkative and comfortable around others but when he was around, you completely froze. You couldn’t concentrate on anything else. He just walked in and took away your focus with his presence. You always said you shouldn’t like a boy like him. He dated many girls, snogged with one of your closest friends at the Hufflepuff win party, Angelina Johnson. Though you told yourself you weren’t having feelings for the boy, hearing that, hurt. Of course, nothing else happened with Angelina except a one-time snogging but you knew he always had eyes for her. Sometimes when the two of you talked it was mostly arguing. He seemed to pull some of your nerves with all the talk and no action. As he talked awful of your classmate in Divination, a Ravenclaw snitching on him, you had to defend him. Yes, you weren’t close with the Ravenclaw boy anymore as you were before but he was still someone you cared about.

Fred, however always saw you as a classmate and nothing more or less. He knew you and Angelina were friends but at times even a Gryffindor like him isn't brave enough to face a girl he snogged a month ago. He had fancied Angelina for a few months now but he didn’t have the balls to go to her and ask her on a proper date. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a date. Maybe he was looking for someone to snog. Someone he liked and that was Angelina, not you.

And it broke your heart whenever you thought about it. Fury was what you felt when you knew Angelina had that chance but thought of Fred just as a one time mistake. You envied her because you would do anything for that boy to be yours. Maybe a snog was what you needed, to try and solve the puzzle that has been bugging you all this time. Do you have real feelings towards him, or is it just the attraction?

Attraction worked so oddly. You were drawn to Fred, feeling the chemistry, the pull, the appeal, the magnetism... But as you sat with his twin, who appeared to look just like him, same shoulders, same eyes (maybe slightly rounder than Fred’s), and the same messy ginger hair with smoke among those strands, all you felt was... normal.

“ I should have never taken this stupid class.” he complained for the hundredth time in one whole hour, tilting his head backward and running his hands down his face.

It was late, yet you were determined to learn him all the magical properties and usage of plants you’ve learned back in the First year. “ Too little too late, don’t you think.”

“ This is garbage. I promised Fred we’d plan that prank together and now he’s doing it all on his own. “ he huffed and dropped his head on the table, face down. “ I don’t want to do this.” he whined, turning his head towards you and begging with his puppy dog eyes.

“ Fred can wait. Your exam can’t. Now trust me when I say this is as painful for me as it is for you. I am fluent in Herbology and professor Sprout loves me..or she did until you were assigned, my partner. Now, I just have to finish this year until I leave this-”

“ Leave? “ he shot his head up, feeling slight pain poking his in the head before focusing back on you. “ What do you mean leave? “

“ Oh shite. “ you cursed under your breath, throwing your head on your palms and rubbing your eyes. “ Why do I ramble so much? “

“ You’re leaving? “

“ It’s just, my parents are moving to America and I am transferring to Ilvermony for my last year. “ you looked up at his dark brown eyes, simpering at him. “ I mean not that anyone will miss me...”

“ Don’t say that. I’ll miss you. You’re my Herbology partner, you help me with ...well you know, Herbology. “ he kept the serious look in his eyes. “ Plus, you will never be able to tell Fred you fancy him.”

“ Ha! “ you scoffed of laughter, leaning back on your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. “ I don’t like your brother, Georgie.”

“ Oh, please. You give him almost as much attention as I do. Plus you become all stiff and quiet when he is around.” he argued back, causing your mouth to fall agape before closing.

“ Pff. I am not stiff. I am loose and comfortable and you know it.”

“ I do know it. But not when he is around. Like, I don’t get it. Why don’t you just ask him out? “

“ Because I don’t see myself as his girlfriend. Yes, I feel some sort of attraction towards him but it’s confusing. I am attracted but I don’t like him.”

“ You don’t like my brother? “ he asked, slightly offended, causing your head to drop in defeat. You tried to explain but he just doesn’t get it.

“ Okay. Get this through your thick head, Georgie. I do not want to date Fred Weasley. Yes, he’s an okay person but he’s not serious. Not that I want him to be but at times, his jokes and pranks or whatever the two of you do- all I’m trying to say that I just think he is not right for me.” you sighed, lowering your head before looking back at the boy in front of you.

He crinkled his nose and grinned. “ I love it when you call me Georgie. “

“ You’re unbelievable.” you giggled and lightly punched his arm.

“ You’ve got my attention. The first girl who doesn’t want to date my brother. “ he winked at you, causing your cheeks to blush.

“ You get your attention to this stupid plants I have to teach you.” you replied with a scold, pointing your index finger at the book full of plant photos.

“ AHA! So you do think this is stupid. I freaking knew it. “ he crinkled his nose once again at you but you only pushed him away.

“ Just shut up and learn. ”

----

The whole gang was in the common room, laughing and hanging out. There was Katie, Angelina, Fred, George, and Lee. The famous five.

You always envied them. They were a nice group of friends but you were always the kind of person who picked their friends carefully, meaning you had trustworthy and amazing small circle of friends.

So as you passed them by, a letter in your hand and your focus on the girl's dormitory, George noticed your presence and immediately ran after you. “ Merhaba, (y/n). “ he greeted you, wrapping his arm around you and turning you around towards the group.

“ Weasley? “ you quirked an eyebrow. “ Learning Turkish I see.”

“ My new passion.” he replied, walking you back to the group.

“ So I see your brain is working just fine. If you can learn Turkish, so can Herbology.”

“ Ugh!.” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “ Not today, please.”

“ Yeah, whatever. What do you want? ” you slipped away from his hold.

“ Come join us! “ Angelina chirped, cutting in before George could speak and jumping over to you with her every move being followed by Fred’s eyes, which you took notice in.

“ Yes, darling. Come join us! “ George shouted and threw himself on the armchair which Angelina sat before.

Though you wanted to join them, you still felt like you were forcing yourself to hang out with them. Angelina always told you that you should hang out with them more but you couldn’t trust them. They just weren’t your type of friends you’d feel comfortable with. Of course, you felt comfortable with Angelina and Katie as well as George but you always got an odd vibe from Lee and Fred. You somehow knew you weren’t welcomed here, though they both tried to be nice and polite to you. “ I wish I could but I have this letter to read and reply to.”

George immediately got back on his feet and grabbed the letter in his hands, turning it around in his hand. “ From Pistachio? “ he puzzled, looking confusedly at you.

You heard a laughter come from the couch, the loudest was, of course, Fred’s. “ Who the hell is Pistachio? “

“ She’s a friend. “ you grabbed the letter from George and stepping further away from him as possible before turning to the group. “ She actually one of my closest, childhood friends and Pistachio is just a nickname I gave her when we were kids. It just stuck like that.”

“ Oh, so you do have friends.” George teased and was immediately hit on the shoulder.

“ I also have a crazy mind and a bad temper, so don’t tick me off. “ you growled at him but he only crinkled his nose at you again and grinned. He always looked so cute when he did that.

“ I haven’t seen that bad temper yet. I have to step up my game if I ever do before you leave.”

“ Leave? “ Angelina furrowed her eyebrows at you, frowning. “ You’re leaving.”

You hit George once again with the letter in your hand, latter followed by a stronger punch. “ Thank you, Georgie.” you gritted your teeth, turning to Angelina and simpering at her. “ I’m just gonna finish my last year there. I’m leaving right after the end of this school year. “

“ But- you’re my fashion buddy.” she pouted and you chuckled.

“ Better not find another one until I come back. “ you tried to cheer her up and succeeded.

“ Well, we have two months left together so I won’t leave your side. “ she spoke with determination.

“ Great.” you smiled at her before noticing the confused look Fred was giving you. “ What? “

“ You called him Georgie. I’m usually the only one allowed to call him that.”

“ Well, she’s allowed as well.” George beamed. “ She just says it so sexy.” he winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“ Always so confident when around your friends, aren’t you George.” you smirked at the boy but he only sent you a grin.

“ No. Say it.” George grinned again. “ Correctly.” he added as he stood up from the armrest.

“ I won’t.” you scoffed, crossing your arms once again.

“ Come on. For me.” he fluttered his eyelashes at you, causing you to roll your eyes and walk away.

“ Bye, Georgie.” you started walking upstairs, George gasping dramatically before falling back on the couch. Stopping, you turned around and waved at the others, your eyes locked with Freds. “ Night guys. “ and you were gone.

After you disappeared, Angelina turned around with a lovely twirl and hopped back to her spot. Though she knew everything was fine, she couldn’t help herself but feel odd. She glanced at Fred and his eyes weren’t on her anymore. They were set on the stairs you walked on a moment ago.

A lack of attention was missing but she brushed it off, turning it into some teasing. “ Distracted much, Fred.”

Fred shook his head to her, watching over to her with a confused look in his eyes. “ Hm, what? “

“ Don’t tell me you like her.” Katie spoke, getting Fred’s attention.

“ Like who? (y/n)? No, of course not.” he quickly denied even though he felt completely focused on you.

“ Ha. Even if he did like her, he wouldn’t have a chance with her.” George laughed, creating a few confused faces around him.

“ Why not? “ Katie furrowed her eyebrows.

“ Yeah, why not? “ Fred repeated after her, sharing slightly different but still confused expression as the others.

“ Shortly put, your not her type.” George replied.

“ Really? “ Angelina spoke in disbelief. Of course, she has always thought you were into Fred. Something about you was always different when he was around. It was in both, Fred and you. She could have described it as chemistry but it really wasn’t. Sometimes the two of you didn’t speak to each other at all or when you did, the conversation was short, teasing or smiling at each other.

“ Yeah. She said she could never see herself dating him.” George continued, not even thinking twice about what he spoke.

“ Auch. That must hurt, Fred.” spoke Lee, smiling at him.

“ Not him, just his ego.” Katie joked around, getting a mocked glare from Fred.

“ Bog off.” Fred brushed them off and laid on the sofa, faced at the ceiling.

There was always something about you he couldn’t figure out. He loved your eyes. They were always smiling with your mouth curved into a wide beam. He also loved your honesty. Getting into argument with you was challenging. You just didn’t give up on it. When he was complaining about the Ravenclaw boy, he was so surprised you raised your voice at him. You were right in that argument but what, he was 16. An age where every boy acts like he is ten years younger. The two of you were quite alike but different in so many ways. He envied George that he got along with you better than him. You seemed to get along with pretty much everybody, including Angelina, Katie and sometimes he even sees you laughing with Lee. Why not him?

And why, everytime he sees you with George, playfully punching each other and laughing, whispering and giggling, he catches himself staring at you with a glare? Why do you make him so mad all the time? Especially now when he found out you would never go on a date with him. Why not?

----

He could hear your giggle from another side of the class. Knowing George was right beside you, it seemed to be a lot louder. The way you snorted when you tried to hide the laugh which wanted to escape your mouth. Or the way you warned George to stop making jokes in class. It drove him mad.

His eyes were up on the board, wanting to copy the notes professor Sprout wrote. They were stuck like that for the whole period. His eyes focused on the board while his ears on the giggling which came from two students in the back.

“ No, George. Don’t. “ your whisper seemed to become louder. “ Georgie, please.” you continued, your hands preventing George to pour the potion over the gorgeous plant. “ I swear to God, give me the potion.” you started to warn him with a sharp edge in your voice, causing Fred to smirk.

And all of a sudden there was a loud blast, causing all students to cover their ears and turn around at the pile of smoke. And there the two of you were, both with wide eyes, staring at the dead plant while the dark amber smoke covered both of your skin. Letting out a few coughs, the two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing.

The class laughed as well, pinching their noses and grimacing at the smell. Fred laughed the loudest, he always did, but seeing you as George wrapped his arms around you, that laugh soon disappeared and his smile turned into an angry frown. He grabbed you tightly, laughing, while you tried to get out of his grip, losing all the balance and falling off your chairs. It was a ruckus but professor Sprout laughed along, shaking her head and trying to keep a serious face.

“ Will we have to switch seats again, Mrs. (y/l/n) and Mr. Weasley? “ she asked as she walked to the two of you, helping both of you to stand back on your feet.

“ He is just so unreasonable.” you lightly punched him in the shoulder, crinkling your nose at him and pinching his while he mimicked your expression. “ Stubborn like his brother.” you smiled, switching your gaze at the other twin and noticing the forced simper he gave you. It gave you another uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach but you still kept the smile on your face.

Fred however quickly calmed down after his eyes met yours. But they changed as soon as they landed on him. Firstly, they were so joyful and after they observed his expression, they changed and looked away from him.

“ Class dismissed. You two, come with me.” professor Sprout ordered you and George.

The two of you quickly made your way towards her desk, snickering and whispering to each other.

Fred made his way to his desk, grabbing his books and making his way out but he couldn’t go without glancing back at his brother and you. And while he waited for his brother, which he told himself he was doing, he couldn’t help himself but replay every single moment the two of you had together. The day the whole class went ice skating and you seemed to skate better than him, which revolved into a lot of teasing. The glances the two of you caught each other giving and the lovely-

“ I cannot believe you got me in detention! “ your voice echoed through the corridor while punching George on the shoulder once again.

“ Auch! It hurts. You want to kill me, woman.” he rubbed his hand over the painful spot

“ Oh, you-”

“ So you think I’m stubborn, huh? “ Fred cut you off, leaning forward and looking at you with those big round brown eyes.

You felt your breath get caught up in your throat and your heart raise its beat. “ Annoying, sarcastic yet still humorous too. “ you pointed out with a smirk while he only watched. “ There is a tad of arrogance but we’ll let it pass. More or less idiotic yet it’s fun watching you get embarrassed because of it.” you winked, walking alongside them.

“ I think this is the nicest you have ever been to me. “ he let his hand touch his chest, fluttering his long eyelashes at you.

“ Thursdays are my nice days. “

“ But it’s Wednesday? “ Fred grinned and you returned the gesture.

“ Guess, today is an exception.” you smiled and noticed your friend waiting around the corner. “ Anyway, I have to go but see both of you ..” you lifted your hand to look at your imaginary watch. “ Sometime else.” you smiled before running over to your friend and greeting her with a hug.

Boys waved at you and walked in the opposite direction. And though George was talking to Fred, Fred could help himself but think about something completely else. You.

“ So what did you mean yesterday she doesn’t want to date me? “ he blurted out of nowhere, causing George to snicker beside him.

“ Really, Freddie? “

“ What? “

“ Are you seriously considering dating her? “

“ What?! No.....maybe.”

“ Oh my god! “ George started to laugh, holding on to Fred’s shoulder and grabbing his stomach. It was all funny until George straightened his posture and looked Fred dead in the eyes. “ Yeah, no.”

“ What? “

“ Freddie. She likes you but she’ll say no. Trust me on this.”

“ She likes me? “ Fred smile turned into a more wide beam before George slapped his head.

“ You’re such a twat. If you really want to know why she doesn’t want to date you, go and ask her yourself. Just stop bugging me about it.” George lifted his hands in annoyance as he walked away. He stopped and turned around once again. “ And do it before she leaves. “

---

And he did. He was determined to talk to you before you leave.

“ Oi! ( y/l/n )! “ he shouted as you tried to climb the stairs.

Thinking it was George, you smiled to yourself and turned around only to find a different twin standing in front of you. It was easy for you to separate them. It was all in the energy Fred gave you that George didn’t. That feeling, that attraction. “ Fred? “

“ (y/n). Hey, hi. “ he felt a bit nervous. “ I need to talk to you.”

You smiled as he only stood there and watched you. “ Yeah. So, talk.” you giggled, looking at your feet before back up into his gaze.

“ Private..”

You looked over to the empty common room, stretching your neck to see over his shoulder and around, hearing him chuckle. “ You’re right. That couch over there looks like a curious lil shit.” you grinned at him and he returned a nervous smile, confusing you. “ Are you okay? “

“ Yeah, yeah. I’m fine..” he mumbled, feeling his hands getting clammy and his stomach twist in a knot.

Why was he nervous all of a sudden? He never got this nervous around a girl before. And what did he even want to tell her?

“ Sooo.” you swayed on your tiptoes, trying to break the awkward silence. “ You wanted to talk to me about..? “

He breathed in all the air he could manage so that his lungs were full but still nothing came out.

“ Fred? “ you quivered and put your hand on his shoulder, worrying about him. “ What’s wrong? “

“ Why don’t you want to date me? “ he blubbered out, causing your eyes to pop out.

“ Wait, hold on. How-” you stopped after pondering it in your head. “ That little snitch.” you narrowed your eyes at the empty, shaking your head in fury.

“ You really thought George wouldn’t tell me? “

“ I don’t understand why you would care. Why are you asking me this exactly? “

“ I- I don’t know. Maybe because I want to know why? “ he mumbled quietly, where shyness took over his usual confidence.

“ Because I just don’t see myself with you.” you replied more harshly than you intended to.

“ Why not? “ he started to raise his voice as well.

“ Because...”

“ Because of what? “

“ You know what. It doesn’t matter.” you brushed him off and left for your dorm.

“ IT DOES MATTER! “ he shouted and you twitched at his hoarse voice. He realized the way your fingers clawed the fence and he didn’t know if it was because of fear or anger. “ I’m sorry, I just... I just don’t understand us.”

“ Us? “ you turned around with a glare.

Angry. You were angry. Good to know.

“ There is no us, Fred. There never was and apparently, there never will be. “

“ And why do you think that? “

“ Because you don’t like me, Fred! You don’t like me the way I like you! “

“ And that is why you don’t want to date me? Because I don’t share the same feelings for you! “

“ YES! THAT IS EXACTLY WHY! “ you yelled furiously yet desperate. You rushed back to him, glaring at his round eyes that always seemed to make you melt and tonight was no exception. “ I know. I know you like Angelina. I know that I am nothing but a classmate to you who hangs out with George a lot. I know you don’t think about me every night before you go to bed and I know that you don’t become jealous or angry everytime I am with another guy. “ you voice started to become more shaky and weak. “ I know, Fred. “

And somehow, he was hugging you. His arms were wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly, while yours sneaked around him and pulled him closer. Your head was laid on his chest and you could feel the beat of his heart calm down.

It was the first time. The first time the two of you were close and it felt so right. It felt warm and comfortable, something the two of you never were around each other. Both of you felt it.

“ I do. “ he spoke softly, breaking away from the hug and cupping your cheeks. And as you looked up with your red glimmered eyes, he simpered softly and brushed the falling tears from your cheeks. “ I do get angry and jealous when I see you with George or any other boy. The Ravenclaw and how the two of you connect with only a look. You just get along with others so well but with me... “

“ You’re judgy.” you simpered and he let out a laugh.

“ I’m not judgy. “ he defended, his eyes watering as well.

“ You act judgy. “

“ Well, I’m not. “ he laughed and got a hold of your hands. “ I’d love to give us a chance but ...”

“ But I’m leaving. “ you sighed and glanced down at your hands.

“ Can’t you stay? “

“ It’s not that easy. I already have a summer job, an interview with the Ilvermorny headmaster and my parent-” your rambling was stopped.

He kissed you softly on the lips. A soft and slow kiss that made your heart explode in your chest. His thumb supported your chin and he smiled into it. Brushing his lips against your, he looked up into your eyes and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “ I can wait. “ he whispered, giving you another soft kiss and interlacing his fingers in your hair.

“ A promise is only a promise if it’s from the heart. “ you smiled sheepishly, causing him to snort of laughter.

“ Cheesy. It suits you.” he spoke in a low whisper, his forehead leaned on yours. “ Wait? “ he moved away. “ Is today Thursday? “

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