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kiwisfics · 2 years ago

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WIPs List

Currently includes: Conner Kent, Devour, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Simon Amal, Terry McGinnis, Tristian Grey

Current Count: 50

Accidents - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Training comes with risks, especially when Jason is nearly three times reader’s size and angry.

Accismus - Jason Todd

Fluff - Pre-relationship, both reader and Jason act disinterested in a relationship, but everyone knows they’re pining for each other.

Apricate - Tom Bronson

Fluff - Apricate: To bask in the sun. Aka: Tom’s feline habits are fairly obvious once you’re aware that he’s a werecat

Argument - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - An argument between two people who learned to lash out in lieu of showing any weakness can be messy.

Aubade - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason wakes up to reader singing to a puppy that he doesn’t remember adopting. Gotham Knights verse.

Baby Bats - Tristian Grey

Fluff - A late night visit with some extra guests.

Bad Days - King Chimera

Hurt/Comfort - Bad days just happen sometimes, and reader can’t hide this one from him.

Black and Red - Jason Todd

Fluff - Reader might have forgotten who those colors could represent when she bought that outfit.

Cafuné - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Jason’s hair is soft, save for the rough patch that hangs over his forehead.

Control - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Jason’s careful to never step over the invisible line that he’s drawn for himself, but the first time he trains with reader, he barks out an order, to which she immediately freezes up and takes a hit. Between letting him think that he messed up and admitting that she doesn’t mind him being a little domineering, she bites the bullet.

Cooking Disasters - Jason Todd

Fluff - Teaching reader to cook isn’t as cute as he thought it would be.

Crush - Devour

Fluff - Annoying Jason and making a move on your crush, multi-tasking at it's finest.

Embasan - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - After a mission goes off the rails and reader ends up drugged, Dick drops her into the bathtub fully clothed to wash the smell of the club out of her skin and hair.

Fake Dating - Dick Grayson

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Reader’s friends keep setting her up on blind dates, so she convinces Dick to play the part of her boyfriend to avoid any more awkward dates with men who end up having a 50/50 chance of being thugs.

Fangs - Vampire Jason Todd

Fluff, general vampire stuff - Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Aka, if Jason won’t bite reader when she asks, she’ll tempt him by accidentally cutting her finger on his fang.

First Kiss - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - Emotions run high after Nightwing rescues reader post-kidnapping.

Flinch - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Jason is convinced that reader’s scared of him after she flinches during an argument. Oddly enough, Bruce is the one that ends up telling him how ridiculous that is.

Fluff - Dick Grayson

Fluff - It’s literally just fluff. No other substance to it.

Goodnight Kiss - Dick Grayson

Fluff - Reader calls while Dick’s on patrol with a very domestic complaint.

Heights - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason pulls reader into his lap while he’s sat on the edge of a building, leading to her clinging to him for dear life.

Help - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - Following a failed mission, reader hides away in her room. When Nightwing comes to the door, she assumes she’s in for a lecture. Young Justice verse.

Impatience - Jason Todd

Fluff - He’s only got one more chapter, but reader has no more patience.

Ivy - Jason Todd

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Jason gets hit by Poison Ivy’s pheramones, leading to him being far more affectionate than normal while reader patches him up.

Jealousy - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - Reader disrupts a case when jealousy gets the best of her.

Laconic - Jason Todd

Fluff - “I love you” but spoken with other words.

League - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - Dick Grayson is probably the prettiest person reader has ever seen. Making a move on him is a leap of faith, but Dick has proven good at catching people that are falling.

Leather - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason swoops in to save reader from a mugger without his gear. It’s the first time she’s seen him in civies, so she stares more than she should.

Lesson - Dick Grayson

Fluff - Admiring Dick turns into a hands-on lesson.

Lockscreen - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason catches a glimpse of reader’s lockscreen.

Marmoris - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason thinks reader’s scared when a shark pops up only a few feet away, but ends up being reminded that he’s not the only visually intimidating creature she finds cute

Medic - Terry McGinnis

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Reader sees something fall from the air and goes to investigate, resulting in her finding Batman injured and unconcious and proceding to drag him back to her apartment to clean him up.

Monachopsis - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - After joining Young Justice, reader can’t help but feel like she doesn’t fit in. Young Justice verse.

Mozzafiato - Dick Grayson

Fluff - Reader is terrified of heights, but she’s plastered to Dick’s side, feeling every breath he takes, and knows he’d never drop her, Gotham is a breathtaking view from the top of Wayne Tech.

Mudita - Dick Grayson

Fluff - A date to the local animal shelter is only topped by that date ending with a new pet.

Oddity - Jason Todd

Action, Hurt/Comfort - He’s a sight to be sure, bandages wrapped around his face hiding the burn scar that reader knows is there, and a baby pressed to his chest as he aims a gun between her eyes. Reader is a relatively new member of the Batfam, and despite never meeting him before this moment, she’s determined to bring him at the bright-eyed baby home. Death in the Family verse: Hush!Jason.

Oodal - Jason Todd

Fluff - Bruce thinks there’s something wrong between reader and Jason; reader and Jason are oblivious.

Qualities - Conner Kent

Fluff - In which Kryptonians have fangs. Basically, a testament to me loving any alien character having fangs.

Rescue - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Reader runs into Red Hood while being tailed by men with obviously ill intentions. Gotham Knights verse.

Safe - Dick Grayson

Fluff - There’s something comforting about sleeping in his bed, whether he’s there or not.

Seatherny - Dick Grayson

Fluff - Waking up in Dick’s arms for once.

Shield - Jason Todd

Action, Hurt/Comfort - On a scale of misfortune, this would probably rank near the highest. Gotham’s most murderous vigilante is pointing a gun at reader’s skull while she’s used as a human shield. Death in the Family verse: Red Robin!Jason.

Sleeping Beauty - Jason Todd

Fluff - After Jason drags reader out of bed early in the morning to take her to a book-signing event, she falls asleep on his shoulder on the trainride home.

Smaragdine - Jason Todd

Fluff - Jason’s eyes glow sometimes because of the Lazarus Pit, but only ever for reader.

Staying Quiet - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - Classic hiding from enemies in a closet setting, but it’s more daunting in practice than romantic.

Succiduous - Dick Grayson

Hurt/Comfort - A leap of faith.

Tail - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Following a suspect to help in one of Jason’s missions turns sour when the man notices that reader has been watching him.

Trust - Jason Todd

Hurt/Comfort - Reader falls asleep against Jason’s arm and he proceeds to overthink the danger he poses to her.

Ummi - Dick Grayson

Fluff - Damian is a common visitor to Dick and reader’s apartment. Sometimes, words just happen to slip out.

Walk in the Rain - Simon Amal

Fluff - Sometimes dancing in the rain is a bit much.

Voracity - Jason Todd

Fluff - Reader wants his attention and she wants it all.

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago

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HAPPY NEW YEAR , OSH [M]

oh sehun x fem! reader

IN WHICH you're forced to go to your best friend's giant new year's eve party, only to hit it off with someone who equally doesn't want to be there.

genre: college au! fluff and smut (toward the end) word count: 5.0k warnings: stupid jokes, swearing, sexual content, dirty talk, cunnilingus

author's note: MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON'T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. also this is cross-posted from ao3 (i wrote it back in january for the new year lol). feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

Ugh.

That was the only word that came to mind as you navigated your way through the banquet hall. You grumbled to yourself as you adjusted your dress for the fifteenth time that night, resulting in your clutch dropping onto the floor. You resisted the urge to shout an expletive as you bent to pick the small bag up, which only resulted in your dress moving to that stupid spot that you didn't want it to go. A soft 'God' slipped from your lips as you adjusted your dress once again, this time gripping your clutch tightly in your right hand. Once you were contented, you resumed your trek to the venue you tried hopelessly to avoid.

Tonight was your best friend's annual New Year's Eve extravaganza. Normally you'd be a bit more willing to attend, as these parties were usually limited to 20-30 people in either her parent's house or your shared apartment, but apparently she found the need to rent out an entire fucking rooftop penthouse room filled to the brim with alcohol, hors d'oeuvres and packed with every single student that went to your college.

To put it rather bluntly, you hated the party scene that came with college. The thought of being at some fraternity with obnoxiously loud music shaking the entire house, an entire mass of sweaty drunk people doing God knows what and random couples eating each other's faces off was unappealing to be a part of. Maybe it sounds rather prudish, but you highly preferred nights in with a bottle of wine on your coffee table and Netflix queued up on the next episode of your favorite show or your laptop open to continue writing your novel over an en masse of horny and drunk people shoving you around the living room of someone's house.

Your best friend, on the other hand, lived for partying. Every Saturday night not spent studying, she'd beg you to come to the party her boyfriend or classmate was having. And after your declination and 'Don't have too much fun!" she'd return the next morning with a giant hangover with (on some occasions) hickeys on her neck that looked like vampire bites. By now, you were used to her drunk texts at 3 am and having to hold up her hair every time she puked her guts out. And these were reasons that simply fueled your hatred for large parties.

New Year's Eve was your only exception for large parties (mostly). Back in high school, her parents allowed her to invite you and a few classmates over for what they called a 'New Year's Sleepover.' You liked those well enough simply because they were rather small, you knew everyone there and you even got to steal a drink of champagne from the wine closet. As you entered college, the past two parties became a tad more crowded but were still bearable in your eyes. But this year, the New Year's Eve of your junior year, took the cake. Exams were a lot more rigorous this year and to celebrate everyone getting through it, your idiot of a best friend used practically all of her savings to rent out the largest rooftop venue in your area for what she called 'the New Year's party that'll fuck any other party in the ass.' She sent invites to the entire student body (which, naturally, 95% of them RSVP'ed to). While you tried your best to stop her, she persisted. And when you begged her to let you stay at home, she persisted yet again. So here you were, bracing yourself for a night of... honestly you had no clue.

You stopped in front of the entrance of the large room, your breath hitching in your throat. The music was from a genre you weren't familiar with, the bar was blocked by a large crowd and your best friend was nowhere to be seen. Slightly turning around from the disaster waiting to happen, you took in a deep breath before turning back and entering.

The stench of champagne and sweat immediately made you recoil and question your decision for even coming. You internally scoffed as you shifted through the crowd to find your best friend. You softly muttered 'excuse me' to every person you passed (or accidentally shoved) as you begged whoever was in the sky that your best friend was near. You struck gold when you saw her sprawled out on a loveseat surrounded by her boyfriend and others you didn't know by name. You pushed through a few more people before stopping in front of the group. Your best friend turned around immediately and let out a loud squeal.

"Heyyy!" she slurred as she threw her arm around you. You rolled your eyes as a smile etched itself onto your face, knowing she was already drunk as hell.

"Hiiii..." you responded, replicating her energy. She let out a loud howl of laughter as she led you to a small table next to the sofa. She picked up a plastic flute filled with champagne and practically shoved it in your hand. You laughed as she grabbed a red plastic cup from her boyfriend's hand.

"A toast, to the New Year!" she bellowed as she clinked your glass and her cup together.

"Happy New Year!" You responded. She snickered as she led you to sit down on the sofa.

"Hey (Y/N), Happy New Year!"

"You too, Baekhyun." You clinked your glass with your best friend's boyfriend's glass and took a sip of the fizzy drink. You let out a breath you were unaware you were holding in as the familiar taste of champagne washed over your tastebuds. Even if you were dreading tonight, you couldn't deny the free food and drinks being made available.

Quickly you were introduced and re-introduced to a bunch of Baekhyun's friends. They were nice enough, sure, but you found their energy to be a bit much (especially paired with the excess of alcohol that they all consumed). Luckily, you gave the group the excuse that you needed another drink and left them to their own accords.

After taking a second flute of champagne from the bar, you found yourself wandering onto the balcony. Luckily for you, it was completely deserted. With a small smile, you shut the sliding door and wandered toward the metal railing, slowly sipping your champagne. Setting the plastic flute and your clutch down on a nearby table, you readjusted your dress (yes, again) and slipped your heels off, sighing in relief that your feet were finally free from those restrictive shoes. You felt a chill down your spine as your feet touched the bare ground, stepping a couple of times in place to help adjust to the temperature. You took the champagne glass from off of the table and lifted it to your lips, taking another sip as you looked out into the night sky.

You took a deep breath as you finally felt yourself relax. The music from inside the venue was muffled a great deal and the cold temperature the winter night brought was a comforting contrast to the heat from inside the building coupled with the crowd of sweaty college students. The sky was thankfully clear from any clouds, so you were able to enjoy the comforting presence that the waning gibbous moon coupled with the scattered stars brought. Taking another sip of your champagne, you took a few steps until you felt the cold metal of the railing. You leaned slightly forward as you continued looking and admiring the sky, feeling surprisingly at peace considering your location.

Soon enough you realized that someone else has also decided to leave the party, as you heard the music grow louder then muffled again. You turned to see a tall man around your age typing quickly on his phone with a red plastic cup in his other hand. A tall, attractive man at that.

He wore a simple oversized gray hoodie coupled with a pair of blue jeans. His jet black hair appeared tousled underneath his dark beanie, and suddenly you felt a tad overdressed. You couldn't help but ogle at how his brows furrowed in concentration as he continued looking down at his phone, how eerily well-defined his jawline was- wait, scratch that- how his entire face was well-defined. You couldn't help but mutter 'damn...' to yourself as you looked away for a second to gather your thoughts. When you looked over at him again, he was staring in your direction. Immediately you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as he walked a little closer to you.

"Hi, sorry. I hope I'm not interrupting your vibe or anything." he said softly.

"Oh, don't worry about it, you're good. 'S long as you're not loud or annoying." you joked in response. He let out a short laugh as he downed the rest of his drink, placing the empty cup next to your clutch. You took a small sip of your champagne and turned back to look at the sky. Absentmindedly, you placed the glass down onto the balcony, not realizing that the bars were too narrow to support the bottom of the glass. You looked down in utter shock as the glass made its descent down the building. You covered your mouth with your hands when the glass shattered before your eyes on the ground below. Turning around you saw the man pursing his lips together in an attempt to hold back a laugh. When he looked back at you, you couldn't help but let out a loud giggle. He doubled down with laughter at the event, which only made you laugh harder.

"Jesus fucking Christ, how tragic." you chuckled. The man covered his mouth to try and conceal his louder waves of laughter; the sound intensifying your own laughter. Eventually, you let out a loud sigh in an attempt to calm yourself down. The man coughed into his elbow and cleared his throat, effectively calming himself down.

"You want another one of those?" he asked, pointing to the mess of glass shards and wasted champagne well below them.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though," you responded with a smile. He nodded, looking around the area for a second. "Huh, it's clear you don't wanna be here either."

He let out a playful scoff as he stretched his arms. "How'd you know?"

"'Cause you're out here with some random ass girl you don't even know when you could be among that sweaty-ass crowd of other people you don't even know." you deadpanned. He chuckled at your joke, which made you smile a bit as a result.

"I'm Sehun, by the way." he said, holding his hand out in front of you.

"(Y/N), nice to meet you." You replied, shaking his hand. You felt your heart skip a beat at the contact; his hands were slightly calloused but surprisingly soft at the same time. You unconsciously squeezed his hand before pulling away, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as you blushed slightly.

"So... how'd you get invited to this? I think like every student was invited." Sehun inquired.

"Oh, my best friend actually was the one who invited everyone. Obviously I had to show up 'cause she is my best friend. Even if I loathe the idea of hundreds of loud, drunk college kids gathered in one giant venue with music I don't even like to listen to. But it's cool, though. 'Least there's a balcony out here for some peace and quiet," you explained. "How about you?"

"I came with my brother. One of his friends I believe is dating your best friend? So, obviously, he insisted I come with." he responded.

You let out a short laugh at his response. "Baekhyun is her boyfriend."

"Right... Yeah, they're pretty close."

"Oh sick, I may know him. What's his name?"

"Jongin."

"Oh, Jongin! Yeah, I know him. He's pretty nice." Sehun nodded, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah, a lot of people know him. Obviously. He's so popular. He's so handsome. Loads of girls and guys wanna get into his pants 'cause he's such a good dancer. Everyone loves Jongin. Meanwhile, when people find out we're related, they always ask 'Oh you're so quiet! You're so different from Jongin!' Well sorry I don't party 24/7 and actually study a lot so I can get my degree!" Sehun ranted. You were stunned at his sudden anger. A soft expression made its way onto your face as you wanted nothing but to quell his fury.

"I'm so sorry, I know that's a lot to unload on a complete stranger. I'll go back in now." Sehun began to make his way back inside before you grabbed his arm, stopping his movement. He turned around with a shocked expression present on his face.

"Shh. Don't worry about it at all. I get your frustration, honestly. I know what it's like to get those comments. It fucking sucks, I know. But can I say something? I've known Jongin for a few months and you for like a half-hour and wanna know something? I feel a lot more comfortable around you than him. Again, he's a good guy and all, but a little much at times. I vibe better with more reserved people honestly." you reassured, giving his arm a small squeeze before letting go. His face lit up at your comment. A grin etched itself on his face as he walked back to his previous spot.

"So. Who is Sehun 'I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name-So-Fuck-This-Bit-Isn't-Gonna-Work?' You do go to ISU, right?" you asked, grinning.

"It's Oh. And yes, I do go to ISU." Sehun responded.

"Okay, hi Sehun Oh. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). And holy shit we go to the same school! How come we've never run into each other?"

"Hi, (Y/N) (L/N). Also, I'm a chem major, is your major different?"

"Oh, no wonder! My major's secondary English education. Science is on the opposite side of campus, right?"

"Yeah. We should totally hang out sometime. Well, when we're not escaping a large ass party." You let out a giggle at his quip, which caused him to blush and rub the back of his neck.

"I'd like that a lot," You gave him a warm smile, resulting in a warm blush spreading across your face. Sehun smiled sheepishly in return, looking down at his feet again.

"So... uh... wait, shit. I'm not good with small talk, sorry." he rambled, folding his hands together while twiddling his thumbs.

"Don't worry, neither am I. Uh... I dunno... Wait, I got it. What do you do besides studying since you don't like to party 24/7 like the icon you are?" You and Sehun began giggling softly as he put his hands on his hips.

"Well, I actually dance. Jongin and I have been taking lessons since we were kids. And, uh... my friend Chanyeol and I composed a couple of songs together for his music class a while back. And I made up choreography for one of them."

You felt your jaw drop at Sehun's answer. "You dance and make music? That's so fucking sick! You literally became 10 times cooler than you already are. Uh, not that you weren't cool to begin with... but, uh, making music and dancing is hard! Honestly, kudos to you."

"Thanks," he said, grinning sheepishly. "How 'bout you?"

"Well... I read a lot, I write a lot, I'm finishing up my second novel, uh... that's it, I guess. Well, besides studying."

"Hold on. You've written a whole novel? You're calling me 'the cool one' when you wrote a novel? And you have another one in progress? You're amazing," You swore you were going to faint. "Now you have to show me."

"Do I have to?" you pouted.

"Pleeeeaseeeee? Please, please, please?" Sehun whined.

"Hm... I have a proposition for you. Show me your choreography and your song and maybe I'll let you read a few chapters of my first novel."

"Deal."

"Well damn, okay. Show me the song first."

Sehun nodded and took his phone out of his pocket. He spent a few seconds typing and scrolling before setting it down on the table.

"Uh, it's called 'We Young,'" Sehun stated quickly before tapping the middle of his phone screen. He backed up from the table and straightened himself out. You focused your attention on him as the song began playing from his phone. You let out a soft 'ooh,' immediately being intrigued and fascinated by the melody of the piano and the drum beats chosen. As you heard Sehun sing from the phone, he closed his eyes and felt himself get lost in his dance.

Your jaw dropped at the sight. Watching the way his fluid movements intricately matched the rhythm of his song was like watching a flurry of snow getting caught in a gust of wind. His passion for the craft was full-on displayed right in front of you. Every single movement he made perfectly encapsulated the message of his song. The way he bobbed his head for a few seconds before jumping straight into the chorus while mouthing the lyrics kept your attention. You simply couldn't look away.

'God, the way he moves his hips. I so wouldn't mind him moving those hips against my-'

You shook your head at your thoughts. Sure, Sehun was nice. And really hot. And also really easy to talk to. But would he be comfortable with doing anything with you? You did not want to push anything onto him, even if it meant you had to repress any thoughts you had about him maybe fucking you against the railing like the world was going to end. Or feeling those large hands cup your breast and rub your clit simultaneously. Maybe.

Before you knew it, Sehun stopped his dance and paused the song. "So... what did you think?" Sehun's voice snapped you out of your trance, feeling yourself blush due to your inappropriate thoughts. You shook your head lightly and turned to face him.

"What did I think? What did I think? Holy shit, that was... that was amazing! You are so fucking talented, it's unreal!" you exclaimed while clapping your hands softly. He grinned at your response, happy that you liked the song and dance.

"Okay, (Y/N)'s novel time! Yay!" he cheered. You playfully rolled your eyes as you opened up your clutch to take your phone out. You unlocked it and pulled up Google Docs, opening up your manuscript to show him.

"So this is the final manuscript of my first novel, titled 'Neckties and Rosé'. It's a cheesy, romantic, sexy, angsty mess of an office romance. Or, to put it lightly, angstier and sexier Jim and Pam from 'The Office.'" you explained. Sehun nodded and giddily took the phone out of your hands.

He began to dramatically read the prologue of the book. As he read, you were alternating between laughing hysterically at the various voices he gave the different characters and whining due to his teasing of the actions of the characters. You also noticed that he was enjoying himself thoroughly, much to your delight. You felt as if you were around one of your closest friends rather than a complete stranger at the moment, sharing similar humor and personality traits.

"'While Cordelia angrily slammed her car door, she swore she saw Rocky throw her a cocky smirk through the rearview mirror, which only added fuel to the dumpster fire that was her hazed state of mind.' And that concludes the prologue of 'Neckties and Rosé.'" Sehun announced, locking your phone and handing it back to you.

"So... whaddya think?" you asked shyly, looking down at your feet.

"(Y/N)... that was so fucking great! It sounded like you've been writing for like a thousand years rather than it being your first novel. Damn, you're amazing. Please send me it when you can, I wanna read the rest!" he praised, grinning at you. You couldn't help but return his smile, a jovial feeling igniting inside.

After a beat, you turned your phone on to look at the time: 11:59 PM.

"Oh shit, it's almost midnight!" you exclaimed, showing Sehun the time.

"Oh, wow. I honestly thought it was still 10-ish."

Soon enough, you began to hear the crowd inside count down from thirty, signaling the close arrival of the New Year. You bashfully looked at Sehun as you began twiddling your fingers together.

"Can I say something?" you questioned, earning a nod from the dark-haired male. "I... I've never had a New Year's kiss."

"Um, me neither, actually."

"D-d'you want to... I mean, if you're comfortable of course."

"Uh, yeah, sure. I kind of wanted to ask earlier, but I wasn't sure if you'd want to kiss me."

"Trust me, I would be honored to kiss you." You walked closer to Sehun until your bodies were centimeters apart.

"Three!"

You blushed as Sehun wrapped his toned arms around your waist. A jolt of electricity pulsed through your body at the contact, causing you to put your hands on the back of his neck.

"Two!"

He gave you a small smile as you stood on your tippy-toes, mentally preparing yourself for what was about to happen.

"One!"

You closed your eyes as you slowly leaned in for the kiss.

"Happy New Year!"

The moment your lips touched his, you swore you could feel fireworks going off inside of you. The scent of his musky cologne filled your nose as you kissed back with equal fervor. Sehun let out a groan as you entangled your fingers through his dark locks. His hand snaked down your back and cupped a handful of your ass, causing you to moan in his mouth. He took the opportunity to bite your lip lightly and put his tongue in your mouth. You cupped his cheek and pressed yourself even closer to him, practically getting drunk on the scent of his cologne and the subtle taste of beer on his lips.

"Yooo! Get some, (Y/N) and Sehun!"

You regrettably pulled away from Sehun as you turned to the door separating the balcony and the inside of the venue. You saw a drunk Baekhyun being held up by your equally tipsy best friend and one of his taller friends, also with the boys you recognized from earlier in the night. You felt yourself turn red as you buried your face in your hands.

"Girlie, no worries! Get some tonight! Lord knows ya need it!" your best friend slurred before letting out a loud hiccup.

"Same goes for you, Sehun!" another one of Baekhyun's friends jeered, earning a soft 'Ugh' from the taller male next to you. The boys began laughing and teasing Sehun as you collected your shoes and clutch, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"You wanna get out of here?" You heard Sehun whisper in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

"God, yes."

The boys and your best friend erupted into whoops and cheers as Sehun took your hand into his and led you back inside of the banquet hall. He held you close as you pushed past the larger crowd of drunk college students. Luckily you successfully left the venue unscathed and made your way to the elevator, out of breath and silently giggling.

"Wait, fuck. I don't have my car with me." you muttered as you followed Sehun inside of the elevator.

"I have mine, don't worry." Sehun responded before capturing your lips again. You uttered a soft moan as you pressed him against the back wall of the elevator. He broke the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"God, I could take you right here baby. You're so fucking hot." he mused, nipping at your neck. You whimpered in pleasure as he sucked your sweet spot and palmed your ass until the doors of the elevator opened. He took your hand into his and led you out of the shaft, out of the building and to his car.

It took every fiber of your being to resist shoving Sehun into the backseat of his car and fucking him right there. He insisted on taking you to his apartment for, in his words, 'a lot more privacy.' The ride over to his place was silent yet filled to the brim with sexual tension. As he drove, you held back a moan as he placed his big hand on your thigh and almost ordered to stop the car as his fingers slowly yet surely moved toward your clothed core.

As soon as you entered the apartment, his lips were immediately on yours again. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as he hoisted your legs up so you could wrap them around his waist. Impressed by his strength and flexibility, you cupped his cheeks in the palms of your hands and deepened the kiss.

He brought you into his bedroom and slammed the door before laying you down onto his bed. He looked at you with hooded eyes as he pulled his hoodie off and discarded it to the side. You reached your hands under his t-shirt, feeling the smooth outline of his abs before pulling it over his head. You ogled at how his chest shone under the moonlight, indistinctly licking your lips as you put your hair back. He wrapped his arms around you, leaving butterfly kisses along your neck and jawline as he unzipped your dress.

You shifted away from Sehun to slide your dress down your legs and toss it across the room. His eyes flew down to your braless chest, a small smirk toying with his features.

“No bra? You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” A smart remark got stuck on your tongue as he latched his lips onto your left breast. He swirled his tongue around your nipple as he brought his hand to your other breast, massaging it gently. You threw your head back in absolute bliss. How were you getting this wet from him simply touching you?

Sehun laid you down on the bed, giving you a lingering kiss before pulling your panties down your legs.

“Wet for me already, hm?” Sehun hummed as he grazed a finger down your folds. He let out a contented hum as he lowered himself down between your legs, spreading your thighs apart while licking your arousal off his finger.

“Oh God, Sehun!” you moaned out as he slid his tongue between your folds. He eagerly began licking your dripping cunt, groaning softly as he tasted you for the first time. You fisted a handful of his jet black hair as he alternated between sucking on your clit and lapping your juices like a man starved.

"You taste so fucking good," he cooed, the vibration of his voice between your legs sending a jolt of electricity down to your center. You felt your orgasm creep closer and closer the more he ate you out.

"S-Sehun, I'm gonna..." you cried out. Right as you were on the cusp of coming all over Sehun's beautiful face, he stopped his ministrations and looked back up at you, his mouth dripping with your arousal. You whined as he wiped your juices off of his chin, slipping his digits into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at the sight; here this gorgeous man was, licking your arousal off his long fingers. It drove you bonkers.

"Shh, you're not gonna cum unless it's all over my cock. I want your pretty cunt wrapped around me as you cum, got that baby?" You nodded with a whine as Sehun walked over to his bedside drawer. He opened it and took out a condom, ridding himself of his pants and boxer briefs as he walked back to you.

"Mmmh, hurry up, I need you inside of me," you croaked, watching Sehun stroke his half-hard cock, eliciting another moan. He tossed you the golden package, which you happily ripped open.

"So needy," he scoffed. You stuck your tongue out at him while you rolled the condom onto his cock, palming him swiftly. He hissed as he aligned himself to your entrance, wrapping his arms around you. "Ready?"

"Just fuck me already."

With a click of his tongue, Sehun quickly pushed himself inside of you. You gasped as he filled you, blissfully stretching your walls in the most perfect way. Never have you had a partner who made you feel this good, made you feel so full. Your eyes shut in pure pleasure as he began to move. His thrusts started off slow but gradually picked up the pace; each movement filled with utmost care. He cradled you as if you were made of porcelain, wanting nothing more than to make you feel as good as possible.

"Christ, (Y/N), you're so fucking tight. So pretty wrapped around my cock."

"Fuck," You felt yourself being brought back to the brink of your orgasm as he continued his languid thrusts inside you. "Sehun, I'm close."

He hummed as his thrusts became sloppier, feeling his own orgasm coming close as well. You opened your eyes to see Sehun's face contorted in pleasure as he moved inside of you. The sight made you come undone, your body clenching around his cock as you felt juts of white-hot pleasure seep from your center to his cock. His movements became sloppier and sloppier before he filled the condom with his own release, grunting loudly at the sensation.

You breathed heavily as you came down from your high. Sehun pulled out of you and stood to dispose of the condom as you relished in what just happened. You turned to see him bringing a box of tissues over to you, almost swooning at the sight.

"Thank you," you hummed as he cleaned you up. He nodded, placing a chaste kiss onto your sweaty forehead before disposing of the tissues. He took your panties and one of his t-shirts from off the floor and handed both articles of clothing to you. You thanked him silently as you pulled the material over your head, relishing in how the shirt smelled just like him.

He climbed into bed after putting on a fresh set of boxers, beckoning you to come closer to him. You sighed in contentment as he cuddled close to you, feeling your eyes close as soon as he wrapped the duvet around the both of you.

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peterprkrsbtch · 4 years ago

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sapphire - part 2

Peter Parker x reader

A/n: Part 1 is up on my page! There’s a couple flashbacks in this one so I put the dates before so it doesn’t get confusing. If you enjoy this one, like or reblog to share! I already wrote part 3 and it’s my favorite one yet so that’ll def be up soon :)

tag- @juliannaamonroe

Warnings: swearing, make out, violence

(September 1)

We’re one minute away. Come out hoe!

You smile as you read the text, glancing at yourself in the mirror again, nerves and excitement ablaze in your stomach. You’d been planning for this day since last winter, and now it was finally here. You adjust your carefully styled hair and double check that the natural makeup you applied was sitting on your skin correctly.

Of course it was. That goddamn injection sometimes made you feel like a vampire out of twilight and sometimes you still got surprised when you saw your own face while passing a mirror or a particularly reflective window. You smooth down the ruffles of your short black skirt and tug the top of your tank top down so a bit more of your curves show.

You put on your white sneakers and tug your shirt back up to cover your chest again. We’ll have to work up to that, I guess. A long honk sounds from outside your apartment building and you curse as you scramble to grab your backpack and phone before running down and out the front steps.

“Awwww,” You say sweetly at the sight of the two girls who had become your best friends. “That’s the shirt you were wearing when we met, Ally.” You jokingly brush away a tear, pretending to be ultra touched.

“Best damn day of my life.” Ally says from her spot in the drivers seat, laughing at your dramatics. She may be joking around, but her sentiment makes your heart clench. This year really was going to be different.

***

(July 3)

You quickly realized you needed to find some Midtown friends if your plan for senior year was going to work. If you dared to show up looking, well, like you do, completely alone and friendless, you might become even more of an outcast than you were before. The first month of summer had been the least lonely time of your year so far, thanks to a certain Spiderman.

The two of you spent most of your nights together, flying through the city, fighting crime together, and talking. The “slow” nights that used to fill you with boredom quickly became your favorite when he was involved. The sound of his laugh and the jokes he makes during fights quickly became the highlight of your days.

But you couldn’t let yourself get too distracted by him. After all, neither of you knew what the other looked like. The only other boy you’d ever found remotely cute (other than celebrities) was nerdy Peter Parker from your high school. He wasn’t your usual type and he seemed to be just as shy as you were, so you had little (zero) hope that it would ever lead to anything more than a smile during the hallway if you accidentally made eye contact.

Sorry Spiderman, but no way in hell are you gonna make me lose my focus. The loneliness you had felt through the last three years of high school was too much. Your plan had to work. So that night as the two of you patrolled together, you softly mentioned that you were going to a pool party tomorrow and wouldn’t be able to meet.

He seemed a bit disappointed, but you brushed it off, trying to remember the names of the girls at your school who seemed nice. Peter, however, couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that you had told him where you would be tomorrow. There was only so many pool parties in a city like New York.

You tried not to think about who was under the Spiderman mask out of respect and, to be honest, it seemed like a pointless endeavor. Peter was not the same. No matter how tired he was from patrol, he always had time to lay awake before he fell asleep and picture what you would look like under the mask.

There wasn’t very many people who understood Peter’s secret life. None, actually, until you. Maybe that was why he was so intrigued by you, because you were so similar, but in his heart he knew that wasn’t it. He liked you. And he hated himself for it. But once you mentioned the pool party, he made sure to take one long last glance at the color of your hair before you two said goodbye. Just in case he happened to see that same hair tomorrow.

(July 4)

You were so, so nervous. Your closet of exclusively sweats and hoodies was trashed as Part 1 of your plan, much to your mother’s happiness. She had always been honest about her hatred of your junior year clothes and was extremely excited to purchase everything you needed. As distant as she was, you had to give her a little credit.

Although you’d been wearing the new clothes for the past month, this was the first time you were doing it so publicly. Your denim shorts exposed miles of smooth leg, and you’d decided to wear a red tube top in honor of the holiday-not to mention it really showed off your curves. You’d meticulously done your hair and makeup like you’d been practicing the past month and prayed that somebody would talk to you today.

You’d seen the flyer for the Fourth of July party on Instagram, which had been step 2. Unfortunately, you had two followers. Your mom and her boyfriend. Step 2 is a work in progress.

One long walk later, and you’re in front of the address. You swear you could explode of nerves right there, but instead you take a deep breath and force your legs to carry you inside the house and towards the people out by the pool.

Your eyes are so focused on your destination, the glass sliding door, that you barely notice when you bump shoulders with someone, causing you to drop your phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You say, reaching down to grab your phone.

“Oh my god, stop. That was totally my fault.” You stand back up to see the girl who was speaking, and you recognize her immediately. Her name is Ally, and she’s a part of the most popular group at school. Despite her long black hair and sweet smile, you haven’t heard many good things about her. Not the type of person you were looking for.

“Do you go to Midtown? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” Ally says, making no move to walk away from the conversation.

“Yeah, actually. My name is Y/n?” You don’t miss the way her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen with confusion and shock. You’re embarrassed now, realizing maybe you weren’t as invisible as you’d thought. In an effort to explain away the last few years, “My dad left a couple years ago and it was pretty hard on me, but I’m all better now.” You flash the most dazzling smile you can manage and hope she accepts it.

“No way, mine did too!” She gasps as she grabs your hands. You feel a small pang of guilt at that. It was a lie, you had no idea who your dad was and frankly, you didn’t think your mom knew either.

The conversation starts to flow between you and Ally easily as you make your way out to the pool. “This is my best friend Betty.” Ally introduces you to the sweet-as-pie girl and the three of you quickly fall into a conversation like you’d known each other forever. A few of their guy friends tried to come up and talk to you, but she just waved them away. “Leave us alone, we just met our new best friend.”

You felt bad for judging Ally so harshly earlier, blindly trusting the stupid rumors you’d heard about her. Popular or not, the three of you got along better than any of the other friends you’d tried to make throughout your life. They do briefly make fun of your instagram before forcing you to take and post pictures with the two of them by the pool. They both tag your account.

Peter didn’t seem to share the good luck you did. He’d dragged Ned to 6 different pool parties across the city and saw no one who looked like Sapphire. Disappointed, he spent the night patrolling alone and dodging fireworks.

***

(September 1)

Since that day, you’d become a trio with Ally and Betty. The day after the pool party you’d woken up to nearly 1,000 followers on your instagram. Everyone from Midtown who never gave you a second look when you had your hood shoved over your head now wanted to be your friend.

The three of you spent the rest of your summer days together, and you fit into the popular friend group better than you could have imagined. Maybe you watched too many teen movies, but you expected them to be mean. The only mean one was Flash, and even he was basically harmless. You’d given up Saturday night patrols with Spiderman for a weekly girls night with your new best friends. You thought having new friends and a bustling social life would’ve made it easier to forget about Spiderman, but somehow he seeped into every area of your life.

That damn laugh. As Ally and Betty sing along to the radio loudly, you bite your lip to stop a dumb smile from rising to your lips. God, just thinking about him made you flustered. As Ally drives into the school parking lot, nerves bubble in your stomach.

As if you aren’t stressed enough, your brain decides this is the perfect moment to remind you of the one night this summer you and Spiderman haven’t talked about since.

*** (August 14)

The two of you were sprawled out on a gravel rooftop next to each other. Not the most comfortable of relaxing spots, but you’d both grown tired of flying around under the summer heat with no hint of trouble for miles.

“This sucks.” Spiderman huffs out.

“Rude.” You reply quickly, even though you know he isn’t talking about you.

“Oh, no,” He immediately sits up. “I didn’t mean you suck, I just meant, you know, because there’s not much going on right now and it’s hot and-” He sees your cheeky smile and stops himself with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s cute.” You bite your lip. The fuck did I just say? Before you can begin to explain, he jumps to his feet.

“Spidey sense, let’s go!” You jump up too and follow after him as he jumps off the building. Thank god. I’ve never been so grateful that someone’s in trouble. The fight was tough, even with the both of you. These men had strange guns that keep firing at you and Spiderman even though you’d tried multiple times to crush them with your powers.

“The guns are magic-proof! I can’t destroy them!” You yell over to Spiderman as you take down one of the men in between punches.

Somehow, two men get ahold of their guns and corner you. Just as you start levitating to fly over them, a web shoots from somewhere behind them and the men and their guns are yanked away. Spiderman wastes no time and you swear he seems angry with the two men as he webs them to the wall next to their friends before picking up the guns and violently smashing them on the ground.

You’re still frozen in shock, watching him. When he seems to be satisfied with the broken pile of guns on the floor, he runs back over to you. “I’m so sorry, I know we promised-” You finally break out of whatever trance you were in to place a finger over his lips, casting a disgusted glance towards the men staring at you from their webbed cocoons.

“Not here.” You say quietly, and fly the two of you quickly up to the roof. He blinks for a second, his head spinning from the speed. You rarely use your full speed, especially with him, but you had to get out of there. “Okay, go ahead.” You say after a second of silence.

“I’m so sorry, I know we agreed not to get in each other’s way, and I know you can handle yourself, probably better than I can. Hold on, I didn’t mean I handle you. That sounded weird. Anyways, I just got so angry when I saw those men pointing their guns at you I had to-” He’s talking about the agreement you two had made when you first started working together. You both obviously were skilled, so you agreed that you wouldn’t interrupt each other’s fights unless asked.

“Spidey, I really don’t care you interrupted. It was hot.” JESUS CHRIST NOT AGAIN. You immediately winced and slap a hand over your mouth. “Oh my god I did NOT mean to say that I’m so sorry.”

Your rambling is cut off as Spiderman’s hand travels up to the bottom of his mask and you think your eyes might fall out of your head with how wide they become as he begins to pull it up, revealing the soft pale skin of his neck.

His jaw, chin, and then lips become visible as he lets the mask rest on his nose. The 0.5 seconds that have passed since you stopped talking feel like an eternity until he suddenly leans forward, crashing his lips into yours. Spiderman is an amazing kisser, you decide, as you gently kiss him back.

WHAT AM I DOING? Your mind is going haywire but instead of stopping, you deepen the kiss and nearly smile when he lets out a low moan. Everything you’ve told yourself about focus and distractions flies out the window when his gloved hands clutch your waist and pull you closer to him than you thought possible.

It feels like it’s only been a second when he pulls away, but your eyes flicker to his swollen lips and you know it must have been longer. You smile as you stare at his lips, only inches from yours, but as your gaze moves to the rest of his exposed skin the smile drops slowly.

Your rational mind comes back. It’s easy to forget when you’re with him that you’ve only known each other a couple months. How could you do this? Your first time making out with a boy, and he doesn’t even know your name.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper as he starts to say something. “Sorry, what were you going to say?” He blinks slowly and takes a deep breath before stepping away from you.

“Nevermind. See you tomorrow.” And he swings away from you. You silently curse yourself for being such a big mouth, wanting to know what he would have said. You can’t help the small voice in the back of your head, telling you that you made the wrong decision.

You raise your hand to run your fingers along your tingling lips before flying home as fast as you can.

***

(September 1)

You wince at the painful memory before reminding yourself everything was back to normal the next day and neither of you mentioned it again. You still weren’t sure if that was good or bad. You force all thoughts of Spiderman out of your brain and even give Ally an encouraging cheer when she successfully parks on her first try.

You don’t remember Midtown having so many fucking students last year, but maybe it was because they were all staring at you. Any confidence you’d had as you opened Ally’s car door had disappeared as everyone around you turned to gawk. The bright smile you’d pasted on a second ago quickly fell and you glanced at Ally nervously.

“Come on, girls!” She says enthusiastically, grabbing an arm from you and Betty as she breaks the brief moment of awkward silence. God bless you Ally. As the three of you hoist your bags over your shoulders and make your way into the school, you mouth a quick thank you her way, hoping she can see your genuine appreciation. She smiles at you. “I’m happy we’re going into this year as three instead of two.”

Betty leans forward to smile at you. “Me too, y/n. I’m really happy you’re here.” You smile back brightly. There really was no one as sweet as Betty.

“You won’t be so happy I’m here when I talk your ear off during class.” The three of you continue laughing and joking your way down the hall to stop at your lockers.

“Oh my god, is that Y/n?” Ned interrupts Peter’s latest ramble about his night with Sapphire. Usually, he really did listen. Ned was fully invested in the superhero love story, as he called it, unfolding. But the sight of a girl notorious for hiding in her own baggy clothes across the hall in a miniskirt and tank top was more important.

“Y/n?” Peter asks, confused why Ned wasn’t paying attention. But when he turned around to see what Ned was staring at, he understood. He’d seen you around school the past three years, but never like this.

You looked like a fucking model. And everyone in the hall couldn’t help but stare. “Holy shit.”

“Right, dude?” Ned breathes out, the two of them shamelessly staring. “Why didn’t that happen to me over summer? Oh my god, of course she’s friends with Betty.”

Peter laughs as his best friend goes on about “two pretty best friends” but he can’t take his eyes off of you. The light in your eyes as you joke with your friends, making them double over in laughter, feels strangely familiar. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking on his part because you’re extremely pretty.

He watches in surprise as you and Ally walk up to the AP Chem classroom, waving goodbye to Betty sadly as she heads off to English. You turn to walk into the classroom after Ally, but you pause and look back down the hallway-right at him. Instead of yelling at him for being a creep like he expected, you smile at him widely before heading into the class. He exhales deeply and glances down at his schedule quickly, a smile appearing. AP Chem.

Of course his thoughts are still consumed by Sapphire, but it was hard to ignore you especially after seeing his name on the seating chart next to yours in the back row. Plus, Sapphire was the one who’d shot him down after he finally tried to make a move after catching onto the hints he thought she’d been dropping.

He felt bad for thinking that about her, he didn’t blame her at all. He knew there was a million reasons they shouldn’t be together-and he didn’t want to know specifics on why he wasn’t good enough. Sapphire hadn’t brought up that night since, and he was fine to pretend it never happened.

You were already in your seat at the lab table, but Ally was still standing next to you waving her hands wildly as you two spoke. He doesn’t want to interrupt so he freezes in place, unsure of whether or not to go sit down. He’d thought you were cute, and a little shy like him in freshman and sophomore year and he remembered the many times he would look at you from across the room like he is now.

His eyes had been quick to find you whenever you two were in the same room ever since the first day of school freshman year when you smiled at him in the hall. Even last year, when all he saw of you was a curled up lump at your desk or a sliver of hair peeking out from behind your hood he still noticed you.

Luckily for him, the bell rings and he slides into his seat just as the teacher begins speaking. “Hi, Peter.” You lean over to him, your shoulders nearly touching, and whisper so the teacher doesn’t hear. “I’m y/n.” You smile warmly as his cheeks and ears turn light pink.

“You don’t have to introduce yourself. We’ve gone to school together since we were 6?” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed and you purse your lips together.

“No, I know, just-” Peter notices you seem a bit frustrated as you glance around the room and then lean even closer to him. “Everybody thinks I’m new.” You nervously mess with your bracelet.

“You do look a bit different.” He points out and you raise your eyebrows before sighing slowly and shrugging.

“I was just sick of feeling invisible, you know. Not because I care what anyone here thinks. Last year was just, really, really lonely.” Peter watches you intently as you speak, hanging onto your every word.

Your confession made him sad. If only he’d been brave enough to ask if you were okay. You pause for a second and meet his eyes. Any other guy in this school would’ve laughed at you by now. You gesture to your outfit and nervously adjust your skirt. “I’m also not a superficial person. It wasn’t about changing how I looked, I just needed the confidence to put myself out there.” You pause and nod towards Ally with a smile. Peter glances over to Ally and sees her blow you a kiss, which you catch across the room with a giggle.

I miss you! She mouths with a dramatic frown and this time Peter laughs quietly with you. “I thought she was a bitch before I met her.” He looks at you with surprise to find you smiling at him. “But,” you hold up a finger for dramatic effect, “because I put myself out there, I met my best friends. A lot of people around here judge on appearances. I’m not like that anymore.” You say with confidence.

“That’s really cool of you.” Peter whispers back, and the sound sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. He’s so close to you and the feelings you thought you left behind two years ago don’t seem so left behind as you stare into his warm eyes. “For the record, I’d be your friend no matter what you look like.”

Peter has only been this nervous a couple times before in his life, and he can’t help but feel like he’s betraying Sapphire with the way he’s thinking about you. He watches as you smile warmly at his words and extend your hand towards his.

“Friends? Even though I'm so much uglier now?” You pout your bottom lip out, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. He nearly laughs out loud and has to remind himself you’re still in class. “I know guys go wild for the homeless man sweatpants look.” You’re both trying to hold back your laughter, shaking silently in the back of the class as he raises his hand and grabs yours.

“Friends.” Peter isn’t sure why he keeps going, but he does. “And just so you know, you were never ugly. I don’t know why you tried so hard to hide yourself last year, but even then,” the words leaving his mouth sound confident but Peter takes a deep breath before looking up from his lap to meet your eyes. Your wide eyes and surprised smile give him just the confidence he needs to finish. “You could never be ugly.” Peter can hear his heart beating.

You blink at him. This boy could not be real. Here he was, basically implying that the one thing you had wanted all along, for somebody to notice you, was true. Not only was it true, but it was Peter fucking Parker telling you this. Despite everything that had changed you in the past year, the giddy feeling in your bones brought you back to sophomore year and pining over Peter.

“Really?” Your smile spreads and he seems to let out a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah.” He smiles back at you until your sweet moment is interrupted by a fat ass syllabus dropping onto the lab table in front of you.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “This class is gonna be so much homework.” You turn the page so Peter can briefly see the list of projects alone, and it’s enough to make him cringe.

Something about the way the whispers travel back and forth between you all class makes you realize you hadn’t fallen into a friendship this easily, even with Ally. Even with Spiderman, your brain points out.

A red and blue suit swings into your mind and you are hit with a wave of guilt. Not two hours ago I was thinking about my make out with Spiderman, and now I’m comparing him to Peter?

You have all but one class together, and you can’t help but glance in Peter’s direction any chance you get. The only time you don’t see him is at lunch, even though you look all around the lunch room for him or the boy he’d been standing with this morning. You thought it would be too creepy to ask him where he’d been.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang, and you were sure if you didn’t have superpowers you would’ve been exhausted. School is kinda draining when you actually acknowledge people. Ally and Betty share your complaints about being tired on your drive home, all three of you agreeing you need naps. You kiss them both on the cheek and wave goodbye before heading up to your room.

Forget what I said about having superpowers. I’m fucking tired. You lay down on your bed, groaning into the pillow at the thought of having to patrol tonight. You sat up abruptly. You’d never dreaded patrol, it was always the thing you looked forward to. You glance towards the suit in your closet and sigh.

It’s not patrol I’m nervous about. It’s him. You feel incredibly guilty about today. I’m not a two timer. If I want to like Peter, I have to talk to Spiderman about that kiss first. You start to make your way over to the closet before another wave of exhaustion hits, sending you straight back to your bed.

After a nap. Then we’ll talk.

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holycatsandrabbits · 3 years ago

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Tollense, an original serial romance by Dannye Chase, Chapter 3

A history professor falls in love with his best friend, a 3000-year-old vampire.

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

Chapter 3

1996 (Three years later)

Liam got a letter in the mail that morning, another one, from New York this time. Liam didn’t know anyone in New York who would send this kind of letter. In any case, they were all from the same person, no matter the constantly changing postmark, and they all said the same hateful, frightening things.

Liam had just tossed this one into the drawer with the others when Kurt appeared out of nowhere, as only he could. Liam had done a bit of research on vampires in the three years he’d known Kurt (as much study as he could on something that was supposed to be fictional), and teleportation was not a common vampire ability. But then Kurt was not a common vampire.

“Morning,” Kurt said, dropping into a kitchen chair. He looked a bit bed-rumpled, but Liam honestly wasn’t sure whether it was because Kurt had been sleeping or because Kurt thought that humans should look bed-rumpled in the morning. “Been for your run yet?” Kurt asked.

“I was just getting ready to go.”

“Want company?”

“You’re not dressed for it,” Liam pointed out, waving a hand at Kurt’s blue jeans, and that caused Kurt to vanish again. Liam was lacing his shoes when Kurt reappeared, this time wearing athletic shorts and, crucially, no shirt. Liam’s fingers tripped over themselves and got tangled in his shoelaces like clumsy people with jump ropes.

Liam had seen Kurt without his shirt on occasionally over the last three years, most memorably when Kurt had shown Liam the scars he still carried from the earliest thing he remembered— a Bronze Age battle. There was a scar above his heart and two on his left shoulder, the marks of flint arrowheads, presumably the wounds that caused his death.

But that was not what caught Liam’s attention when Kurt was shirtless. Kurt had the build of a fighter: a slender waist, sturdy legs, broad shoulders and strong arms. His chest was smoothly muscled around the scars. Meanwhile Liam had the body of a thirty-year-old history professor who went for a run most mornings, but also had a fondness for rocky road ice cream.

Liam wasn’t sure if Kurt knew about the threatening letters. He was also not sure if Kurt knew how fervently Liam desired him. If he was aware of either, or, most importantly, felt any desire in return, he had never said. And while Liam was sorting out the shoelace mess, Kurt pulled on a shirt, so the distraction passed.

The morning was cool, with fog still gathering around the trees. While they ran, Kurt told Liam about a morning in 1914 outside of Ypres, when snow had fallen silently, covering fallen leaves and fallen soldiers alike.

Liam had learned by now that Kurt did not feel the cold. It must have been obvious during a winter campaign, when Kurt’s fingers did not stiffen with frostbite, or his toes blister with trench foot. Sometimes, Kurt had told him, his fellow soldiers thought of him as an indestructible good luck charm. Sometimes they looked on the only member of their group to emerge from a battle unscathed and called him a demon.

A countless number of Kurt’s stories ended with him holding a fellow soldier as he succumbed to injury and passed out of this world.

When they turned back onto Liam’s street, there was a blue car in Liam’s driveway that belonged to one of Liam’s students, Martina. She was standing beside the car, waving at them. Of course, she wasn’t there to see Liam.

When Liam got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, he was surprised to see Kurt in the kitchen alone, drinking the coffee that Liam kept on hand for him. Coffee and water were the only things Liam had ever seen Kurt eat or drink. “Martina didn’t stay?” Liam asked.

“No. She was just returning my jacket.” Kurt looked melancholy for a moment, a brief flash across his features before it faded back into his usual somewhat detached expression. “She met someone else. He’s moving in.”

Liam looked at him in shock. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Kurt shook his head. “I’m happy for her. She’s about to graduate anyway, so we were going to break it off.”

Martina was not the first of Liam’s students that Kurt had dated. Kurt was very good about it, really. The students he chose were from the graduate program, so all in their mid-twenties or older, and they’d all known what Kurt was. They’d chosen to be a part of his life for a while, providing him with companionship, and, though they didn’t usually state it so plainly, with blood.

“I don’t get attached,” Kurt said. “And I pick those who won’t get attached to me. I don’t have the patience for a line of angry exes. Better to be with those who will part as friends.”

“Have you ever been wrong?” Liam asked. He didn’t look at Kurt, carefully focusing on the toaster and butter dish.

“Accidentally broken someone’s heart, you mean?” Kurt asked. “Or lost my own?”

“Either.”

“Not in a long time.”

“Ah.” Liam buttered his toast with perhaps more force than was called for.

“I investigated him, though. Martina’s new boyfriend. His name is Devon.”

“Investigated,” Liam repeated. He sat down at the table opposite Kurt, accepting the cup of coffee Kurt passed to him.

“He seems like a very nice man. And he loves her.”

“So you read his mind.”

“I can’t read minds.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

Kurt looked amused. “I know. But not because I read your mind. In any case, Martina is my friend. She’s under my protection. And so are you.”

This last part was said gently, but Liam caught its meaning as overtly as he was meant to. He let out a groan and pushed away what was left of his toast. “How long have you known?”

“Long enough. The letters are mailed from around the country, but I am almost certain the sender is local. He probably travels a lot, and also has other people mail the letters without knowing what’s in them.”

“That’s what the police think. They also think they’re not serious.”

Kurt seemed immensely unimpressed by this opinion. “So did you do something that some bastard holds a grudge for? Murder his wife? Steal his parking space? Or do you think it’s because you’re gay?”

Liam’s sexuality was not something that had come up in conversation before, so Liam was a bit startled to hear it accurately described. “I have no idea,” he said. “I certainly don’t recall murdering anyone.”

“I’ve looked over the letters. No fingerprints, and I can’t find anything distinctive about the printer he uses.” When Kurt got emotional, he wore it strangely, as if he could be both agitated and unaffected at the same time. Right now his green eyes were bright and his mouth tight. His fingers curled sharply around his coffee cup, blanching white where they gripped too hard. But the rest of his body was still relaxed in the chair, stretched into the sort of lazy pretzel shape that sore legs often took after a run. Liam sometimes wondered what Kurt would be like if he stopped trying so hard to seem human.

“They’re not serious,” Liam told him.

“I’m not convinced of that. You really don’t have suspects?”

Liam shrugged. “Nobody in particular.”

“Ex-lovers?”

Liam focused on his coffee. “I haven’t had one of those for some time.”

“Family?”

“It’s just my sister and me, and we get along fine as long as she can pretend I’m not gay.”

Kurt’s fingers clenched around the coffee cup again. “This is a very intolerant period of history.”

Liam laughed, not unkindly. “It is all history to you, isn’t it? This is just another era to walk through. How odd to—”

“Stop trying to change the subject. Colleagues?”

“I’ve never had any problems. Anyway, the letters are all anti-university. Anti-technology. Unabomber-type stuff.”

“I’m not sure I trust the subject matter. Why send anti-technology missives to a history professor? It still feels personal to me. The one you got today talks about kidnapping you, Liam. That’s a very intimate threat.”

Liam groaned. “How the hell—”

“I read it while you were in the shower.” Kurt did look a little regretful, at least. “Look, I know you don’t like me being all— the way I am—”

“If I minded the vampire stuff, I’d never have agreed to work with you. What I object to is your being sneaky and intrusive on an entirely human level.”

Kurt seemed surprised, which was not a common look on him. He stared at Liam for a moment before saying, “Well, I object to being kept in the dark about your safety.”

“Kurt—”

They were interrupted by the ding noise that Liam’s computer made when he received an email. Normally Liam might ignore it, but at the moment, he welcomed the distraction.

The email was from a colleague in Germany, and as Liam read it, he forgot all about their argument. “Kurt,” he said, in an entirely different tone than the one he’d just used. Kurt was behind him in an instant, moving with that silent speed he had.

Liam traced his finger across the screen, aware that he wasn’t supposed to do that, but he hadn’t quite yet learned not to treat emails like they were pieces of paper. “Look at this. Someone found an arm bone with a flint arrowhead in the bank of the Tollense River in Germany. It’s not— it’s not a giant battle, not yet, just with one body, but it’s the right place, the right time. My colleague thinks this could be what we were looking for, and I think he’s right. Your earliest memory. Your origin. It could be Tollense.”

Kurt had knelt down so that he could read the screen more easily. When he turned his head it brought his mouth so very close to Liam’s. “You did it,” he said softly. “You found it.”

“Well, I didn’t find anything. Someone else—”

“But you put your neck on the line, theorizing about a battle in a time and place no one expected.”

“It’s not like I don’t have eye-witness evidence.”

“But no one knows that. You’ve endured a lot of controversy, trying to help me.”

“Oh, I don’t care about that. I care about—” Liam cut himself off before he could say it.

Kurt seemed to hear it anyway, because he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Liam’s.

It was a light kiss only for a few seconds, until Liam made an intensely hungry noise and Kurt responded to it, bringing his hands up around Liam’s face to hold him steady. Kurt deepened the kiss, sweeping into Liam’s open mouth with his tongue.

Liam had thought about a kiss like this, thorough and overwhelming, fantasized about it, wondered if it might happen someday because Kurt would read his mind and know how much Liam wanted it. But Liam was suddenly sure in that moment that Kurt could not read minds, or at least, that he’d left Liam’s to its secrets. If he had read it, he would have known not to kiss Liam. Because unlike the students Kurt sought out, Liam was already attached, far too much, to this utterly alien man who kissed with a technique undoubtedly honed over millennia, ranging from soft to strong all in a single lick of his tongue, instinctively knowing which parts of Liam’s mouth were most sensitive, and all with a kindness Liam had never before felt.

It was the kindness that made Liam put his hands up and push Kurt gently away. Liam didn’t want kindness at that moment, didn’t want Kurt offering this kiss out of gratitude or friendship, or because Kurt knew Liam was attracted to men and would probably enjoy it. Even because he was worried about Liam’s safety. Kurt was three thousand years old, and he’d no doubt live for many thousands of years after this. Liam’s lifespan was a drop of water in the river of Kurt’s life. Kurt had said it just this morning— he would never allow himself to get attached.

After the kiss broke, Kurt looked at Liam searchingly for a moment, and then moved away.

“We should— we should visit Germany,” Liam managed to say. Kurt just nodded.

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Not Playing Nice

Request: a transman!reader x protective!Spike after the reader gets insulted or invalidated

Pairing: Spike x transman!reader

Warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of violence, bullying

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N is a member of the Scoobie gang and attends UC Sunnydale with them. When Spike walks Y/N home after a group meeting, he notices some marks on his skin and gets concerned.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first time writing a story with this POV and it was such a fun new experience! I hope I did the story justice and I hope you enjoy it! X

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Curled up in the armchair, I struggle to not doze off. Buffy and the others discuss the latest Big-Bad that’s been ravaging Sunnydale. When Xander called this meeting at his and Anya’s apartment after he spotted the demon earlier at the construction site, I almost lied and said I was busy in the library. Usually, I’m of greater help than this, but classes have me drained and last night was a long night. The idea of having to walk back past the frat houses on the way to the dorm keeps popping into my head every time I close my eyes, so at least I have that to keep me alert.

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey Y/N?”

I hum, too tired to open my eyes. Spike is squatting in front of my chair, studying my face.

“You seem tired. How about you head on home?” He suggests.

I shake my head, sitting up to prove I’m awake. “Nah, I’ll stay until everyone calls it a night.” A yawn escapes me accidentally.

“If you’re worried about walking back with Mr. Munchie-Man out and about, I could join you,” he offers, referring to the toothy demon we’ve been hunting.

“It’s not that, thanks though,” I offer the blonde vampire a weak smile.

“Yeah, Y/N, you should get some rest,” Willow agrees. “I know you’ve had a lot of projects this week. We’ll bring you up to date tomorrow!” She offers enthusiastically.

I yawn again, “alright, maybe you’re right.”

I shift in my seat to stand and Spike’s hand remains on my arm kindly.

“Come on, Mate,” he mumbles, guiding me to the door. “I’ll walk you home just in case.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m human, not a defenseless puppy.”

“Doesn’t mean the Hungry-Hungry-Hippo won’t make you into a chew toy,” he insists.

Spike is always so uncharacteristically protective of me. He’s not that way with Xander. I suspect it’s because Buffy and the others treat me the same. I’m the ‘empathetic one’ of the group.

Everyone says their goodbyes and repeat for us to stay safe. Buffy adds a request, for me to call when I get back to my dorm room okay. I promise her to do so.

As Spike and I arrive at my dorm room, I go to unlock the door. Considering how late it is everyone on my floor is asleep and the only lighting in the hall is the emergency lights.

“Well, thanks for playing bodyguard,” I start to bid the vamp farewell as my door swings open. “I’ll see-”

“Wait,” Spike grabs my wrist suddenly.

I jump, thinking he says something in my pitch-black room. “What?!”

“What’s this on your neck?” He releases my wrist and his fingers brush against my neck.

Shit.

“Oh, I uh...” I stammered, struggling to think of an excuse. “Willow was messing around and tried flat ironing my hair! She kinda got to close ya know,” I laugh nervously, moving to step inside my room.

Spike grabs my forearm and I wince. Noticing my reaction, he frowns and swiftly raises the fabric of my sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“Spike, don’t-”

His sight lands on the massive, hours old, scrape that travels from my elbow to my wrist on the outside of my forearm.

“What the hell is this?” He mumbles, peering up at me with hooded eyes.

“From the last time, we fought a Big-Bad,” I explain plainly, taking my arm back and lowering the sleeve. “I’m not vampy like you, don’t heal as quickly.” I force a smile.

Not buying the story, he nudges my shoulder aggressively and I bump into the wall of the hallway. He presses his palm against the wall beside my head and reaches for the hem of my hoodie. I swat at his hand away and he slaps it back like a cat.

“Stop that,” he orders sternly.

I turn my head to the side, clenching my jaw. I focus on a single piece of wood positioned at the end of the corridor. Swallowing hard, to distract me as Spike picks up the hem of my hoodie hesitantly. He shifts on his feet as the dark-colored bruise that coats my rib cage becomes fully exposed. For a moment that feels like an eternity, he examines the many clustered marks around my abdomen.

He clears his throat and drops the fabric. Pushing off the wall, he paces away to the opposite wall. There’s a prolonged silence between us as I protrude far within myself.

Spike spins on his heels to face me. “All of these marks from one fight where you had me, two mega witches, a Slayer, an ex-vengeance demon, and her lapdog to help you? What are you, a human or a peach?”

I toss my head back in annoyance. “Just leave it, Spike!”

“So, you’re just not going to tell me what happened?” He clenches his jaw.

“I did tell you,” I defend calmly and go to enter my room. “Now, goodnight.”

He rushes to the doorway and slams his hands against the frame. “I’m going to find out!”

“See you tomorrow!” I dismiss, shutting the door in his face.

Finally, alone, I slide down the back of my door and bring my knees close to my chest. Releasing a deep breath, I do everything I can to relax, even in the slightest bit. I’ve gone this long without any of my friends finding out, I just hope Spike doesn’t say anything. I’ve just never wanted to trouble them. I mean, considering we fight demons and forces of legitimate evil each day my problems don’t exactly match the level of priority. I can handle this. Besides, I’ve been dealing with it for a while now. I’m used to it.

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The following night, we all gather at The Bronze to celebrate another win against a demon. I really didn’t like this one, he gave IT vibes this his racks of teeth. Gives me the heebie-jeebies!

At the bar, I wait patiently for my drink while the group is around our usual table just a few yards away.

“Jack Daniels please,” a familiar English accent requests the bartender.

I glance to my right and sure enough, there’s Spike in all his glory. He turns to face me directly and I stare ahead, watching the bartender make my drink.

“You were good today, you know when you picked up Xander’s ax and whatnot,” Spike compliments awkwardly.

“Thanks,” I mumble.

“So you’re still not going-”

“Nope,” I nod. “Still not gonna tell ya.”

“Right then, fair enough,” he sighs, spinning on his heels to face the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him tapping his black painted nails against the bar. After a second of fidgeting, he reaches into his coat pocket and reveals a pack of cigarettes. He slips one between his lips and holds the pack out to me. I give him a knowing look, he can’t be serious.

“You know I don’t smoke,” I remind him.

“You know I don’t smoke,” he mimics my voice, stuffing the cigarettes back into his pocket.

I suppress my amusement, biting down on my lip. That impersonation was just horrid. Spike notices and continues his act.

“Oh Spike, you’re just the best!” He says in a sing-songy tone. “You’re the evilest, most vicious vampire I’ve ever met. I just-”

I swat his arm and he whines, rubbing the wounded area.

“I don’t sound like that!” I laugh.

“You’re right.” He takes a quick smoke of his cigarette and clears his throat. “Let me just get in tune here-”

I whine, “Spike, I-”

“Well if it isn’t the SheMan!”

My heart stops as soon as I hear the eery insult. It’s nothing original, I hear it almost daily, that’s not what makes me anxious. The part that has me so worried is I hear from the same group of asshole every day. They’re all in the same frat at UC Sunnydale. I have to pass their house to get to my dorm, that’s how I ran into the first time. They were are their porch and one of them recognized me from our English Literature class.

The douchiest one of them all, the leader, appears at my side rubs against me. “We missed you in class today!”

I turn my body to Spike, putting my back to the Frat guy. His friends circle us like a wall of steroid driven rage. Spike clenches his jaw, switching his sight between me and the group of guys.

He removes the cigarette from his mouth and barks past me at the Frat leader. “Piss off you wanker!”

“Ooh, got yourself a boyfriend?” One of his minions purrs, making the others laugh.

“Trying to compensate for something are we?!” Spike insults the group, unfazed by the dickwad’s insinuation.

“Just ignore them,” I grumble to Spike.

“I’m sorry? What was that you little tranny?” Another one of them snickers and shoves me into the bar top.

The wind gets knocked out of me as I grip my bruised side. Sweet Lord, that hurt like a bitch!

“Okay, this should be fun,” Spike remarks, having had enough.

I push off the bar weakly, still suffering the shooting pain in my abdomen. I grab the vampire wrist pleadingly. “Spike, don’t!”

He won’t always be there to play bodyguard and I’ll be the one left to deal with the consequences at school. Next year I’ll live in a different building and I’ll never have to see these pricks again.

Spike is ready to drop-kick each of them and huffs when I stop with him. He opens to argue with me. “But-”

“Let’s go!” I repeat sternly.

We go to walk back to our friends, leaving the group of Abercrombie models by the bar.

“Must you always be so patient,” Spike grumbles, his cigarette balancing on his lips.

I can tell it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself. It’s not in his nature to leave a fight, baby steps.

“I thought you liked that about me,” I laugh lightly.

A faint smile appears on Spike’s lips, at least he’s easing up a little. Soon, we’ll be back with our friends and it’ll be fine.

“Oh yeah, you run!” One of the boys shouts over the chatter of the club.

Spike shifts to turn around and I press a hand to his back, urging him to keep walking. “Ignore them!”

“You sissy!” Another adds, earning a series of laughs from his friends.

“Alright fuck this nice-person bollocks!” Spike snaps, dropping his cigarette and smashing it with his boot. His face morphs into his vampy one as he allows his frustration to consume him. “I’m evil for Christ’s sake!” He spins on his heels and marches toward the group of guys gathered by the bar.

“Spike!”

Before I have the chance to stop him, he grabs one of the guys by the collar of his polo and punches him right across the face. The college boy falls into his friends then the floor with a grunt. He covers his face, his nose bleeding excessively.

Spike leans over him with a wicked snicker. “How’d you like that you gutless tit?!”

He stands up straight to address his circle of friends. “Anyone else what a goat it?! Suddenly I’m very thirsty!”

Taking one look at Spike’s face, all of them scatter. I watch as they shove each other out of the way to get away and sprint up to the exit. They leave their friend on the floor moaning and groaning in pain. Spike brushes his hands over his gelled hair, sleeking it back.

“Well, that was refreshing,” he sighs, dropping his arms at his sides.

He rejoins me and presses a hand to my back to walk me back to the bar to where we were peacefully before.

“You didn’t need to do that,” I mutter, nonetheless appreciate.

“Of course I bloody did,” he debates. “If there’s anything I hate more than sympathetic, humanitarian namby-pamby, self-righteous prats! It’s weak high-and-mighty bullies!”

Spike playing defender instead of the offender? What an interesting turn of events. After a moment, the bartender brings us our drinks.

“Thank you,” I say to Spike before I forget.

“Eh, don’t mention it,” he waves his hand, dismissing it as nothing. “And the next time any other prep-fest frat boy gives you trouble you tell me, alright! Promise?!”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell the others about any of this,” he assures me timidly as a side note.

That truly comes as a relief to me. I wouldn’t want to deal with the constant questions and fussing that I’m sure would ensue.

“So...do you wanna go join the others?” I suggest.

“Nah,” he makes a disgusted face as he lights himself a new cigarette. “They all annoy me.”

“I don’t annoy you?” I laugh, raising a brow.

“No, you’re quite pleasant actually,” he compliments to my surprise. “You think I’d punch someone for just anybody?”

“Umm, yeah?” I argue, not hiding my amusement.

“Okay maybe you’re right,” he concludes. “But if it were Xander I’d let him get hit!” He rushes out to maintain his tough facade.

“Oh, of course, certainly,” I agree, snickering at his sternness.

There’s a comfortable silence between us as Spike finishes his cigarette and I sip on my drink. Then, out of nowhere, Spike pops off like a rocket, causing me to jump a little. Evidently, he’s been going over the events of the conflict with the boys.

“I just don’t get why people get their knickers in a twist about some things?!” He complains to me. “And it changes with every bloody decade! One minutes it pre-martial sex and every other woman being called a harlot! That was real a drag for many centuries, let me tell ya! I couldn’t shag a girl without her panicking after! I was going through villages like I was on a damn pilgrimage! Then, a lot of the focus was shot at the gays for a couple decades following Stonewall and AIDS! I was in New York for that whole thing and people were down right bonkers! And the same people who were so pissy about it also blasted Freddie Mercury and Elton John from their boomboxes! Bet it came as a real shock to them when those closet doors swung open!”

Resting my chin my hand, I just listen to him rant and sip on my drink.

He goes on, “it’s just a load of bollocks how you humans are so quick to attack one another! It leaves us vampires and demons with little work to do! Most of the time, we just sit back and watch the bloody shit show!”

An amused grin appears across my lips as the decades old vampire bitches about closed-minded humans. He’s preaching to the choir here.

“For thirteen years everyone was up in arms about alcohol! Alcohol!” He repeats, peering at me with raised brows. “Of all things! So, for thirteen fucking years we had to hide and sneak around because a group of Jesus loving women decided alcohol was the reason their husbands didn’t like them! Well, I have a hunch that it might of been their constant nagging and preaching!”

He pants, catching his breath after his tangent. Honestly, it was quite amusing. I hope he has more.

“My point is Y/N, if I’ve learned anything from my many years on this planet, it’s that humanity constantly evolving along with the world. In this point in time, you’re who you’re meant to be,” he tells me as he fidgets with the paper from his straw. “Only you can define who that is and fuck anyone who tries to do it for you. Be yourself, people will learn to fucking deal.”

I sit quietly, processing his words and wait to see if there’s more. Then, he meets my gaze for the first time since his tangent.

“Would... would you mind if we just sit here, have a few drinks maybe?” He requests. “Those nitwits have me all moody.”

I struggle to hide the smile that’s forcing itself across my lips. “I’d like that.”

For the remainder of the night, Spike and I sit at the bar. We talk about a ridge range of topics from my major to his life before vamping out. I try imagining Spike as William the poet, it doesn’t quite work out in my head. He tells me some funny stories about his experiences during Woodstock, and we laugh about them for a good hour or two. It’s unspoken between us, but it’s evident that this is the start of a real friendship.

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Listen Closer - Chapter 14

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Garrett definitely noticed that Strahm refused to make eye contact with him when they got back to the precinct, and couldn’t help but feel very proud of himself for that, even if all he’d done was get caught after having sex.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home? It’s going to take more than a day for you to make up for all that blood loss,” Mark spoke up beside him, snapping him back to attention.

“I’m sure. I want to make sure they don’t dig too much into Lawrence,” Garrett replied, shifting in his seat.

They were currently sitting in the room hidden from the interrogation room by the two way mirror, waiting for Strahm and Perez to go in and ask Lawrence where he had been for so long. He was one of the only Jigsaw victims they had known of, but had never been able to find after his trap.

Of course, they couldn’t know that he was healing up at the meat packing plant. So he came up with something else, something John approved of.

They didn’t have to wait much longer before the door of the interrogation room opened and the agents entered, Strahm hovering closer to the mirror while Perez sat down across from Lawrence.

“So, Dr. Gordon, you’ve been missing for over six months now. I’ll admit that we don’t know very much about your “game” other than the fact that your fellow captive, Adam Stanheight, is dead. You were presumed dead as well. Where have you been all this time?” Perez asked, resting her hands on the table between them.

“Hiding,” Lawrence answered simply. “I had to… kill Adam in order for my family to live. It wasn’t my best moment- or my best shot, because of the blood I was losing- but I couldn’t just let them die. Not because of my mistakes.”

Garrett knew that Lawrence’s ex-wife had gone to the police after escaping Zep, only because he had looked at the files as soon as Lawrence told him he was going to be questioned. The police knew about their part of the kidnapping, and they had told them that Zep told them the game was over, and that Lawrence had lost.

They had a way around this too.

“I- I know that my ex-wife probably told you that I lost the game, but it’s not true. Zep’s clock was wrong. I checked as soon as I could walk.” This was a complete lie, both of the clocks were perfectly set up.

However, knowing that one day something like this would happen, Zep’s clock turned off permanently when the game was done, so no one could ever check. The police didn’t know that, and they never would.

Apparently they hadn’t been expecting Lawrence to be so cooperative, because there was silence for a minute, before Perez spoke up again.

“You said you were hiding? Is that because you killed Adam? You were trapped, Dr. Gordon, and it was the only way to protect your family. You wouldn’t have been arrested for that,” she said, leaning back when he scoffed at her.

“Do you honestly think that I was thinking about that after sawing off my own foot and murdering someone?” he asked coldly, his gaze flicking to the mirror for a second before dropping back to the table. “I was afraid, ashamed, and bleeding out. That didn’t exactly make me very open to thinking logically.”

There was silence again, before they decided they were satisfied. “Thank you for your time, doctor,” Perez said as she stood up, offering him a weak smile. “We’re glad to see you’re alright. Take care.”

With that, she and Strahm left, leaving Lawrence in the room. Garrett had already been told earlier that he could take Lawrence home when they were done, so he wasted absolutely no time in doing so, only pausing to give Mark a goodbye kiss.

“So, do you think my acting was on par with yours?” Lawrence teased once they were in the car, gaining a chuckle from Garrett. “Be honest. It was pretty important.”

“Yeah, it was,” Garrett admitted. “You could put a little more into eye contact, but they definitely believed you.” Lawrence gave a quiet “whoop” next to him, which made him laugh hard and sudden enough that he had to slam on the brakes as pain shot through his face from his wound.

Lawrence was on him in seconds, tilting his head to the side to check the stitches. Luckily he hadn’t pulled any out, but it hurt like HELL. “I’m fine,” Garrett muttered, getting an incredulous look from his boyfriend before he was released.

Soon enough, they were back on the road, the only thing breaking the silence being the radio.

This was probably the most quiet car ride Garrett had ever been in.

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Upon arriving back at the meat packing plant, Garrett almost immediately locked himself in his room, getting straight to work on the plans for his next trap.

There wouldn’t be many traps for the next few months or so, other than a few small ones that Amanda and Mark would be putting on. Only one of them would need Garrett’s touch- he was going to have to put one of them together piece by piece in a motel room.

He was looking forward to the challenge, but that required the trap before it to happen, and that wouldn’t be for at least a month.

So, he worked on his own trap instead.

Honestly, part of him thought it would make more sense for Mark to design and build a trap for Strahm, but he found it rather poetic that it was his job instead. Since they’d met, they had continuously been forced into situations together, one even bad enough that Garrett literally passed out in his arms.

Strahm was growing attached, and Garrett was planning his death.

Some people might call that love.

His focus turned entirely to his plans as he sat down at his desk, surrounded by pieces of scrap metal and small models of traps. Luckily, he already had a plan in mind and didn’t have to sit there and try to figure it out.

The trap was going to be a box that would be placed on his head and quickly fill up with water. Theoretically there should be no escape, which was why it wasn’t his most creative trap. He wasn’t even going to make a tape for him.

He was, however, going to spend as much time as possible on it, in order to ensure that there was no way for him to get out.

Theoretically, of course.

Once he had the plans sketched out and finalized with a design he liked, he got to work on the actual building. He knew he had several months to put it together, but he didn’t want to waste any time.

He knew his little found family got worried when he threw himself into his work like this, but they did the same damn thing so they never said anything. He was pretty sure they worried just because he was the only one that locked himself away when he worked.

Nar still came in on occasion to make sure he was hydrated and not accidentally starving himself, but it was mostly Lawrence checking in on him now that he could walk.

What finally brought him out of the hyperfocus was the sound of a folder hitting his desk, the sound making him flinch.

The perpetrator was Mark, who was now leaning against the desk. “What’s that?” Garrett asked, tilting his head to the side as Mark handed the folder to him.

“That, sweetheart, is the paperwork you need to fill out to become my official specialist, instead of one accepted on my word alone,” Mark explained, gesturing for him to open the file, which he did.

Most of it was already filled out by Mark, leaving only a few black spaces that Garrett needed to fill in. “Man, you wanna be around me that bad?” he joked, but he really did appreciate the work Mark was putting in to let him into crime scenes.

“Just fill out the forms,” Mark shot back, pressing a long kiss to Garrett’s head before leaving the room.

… Maybe a little break would be okay. These forms were probably more time sensitive than the water box, and he’d take any chance he could to get away from his bookstore job.

Besides, all he had to do was sign his name, explain why he was certified to be a specialist, and any criminal history, which he did not have.

The form was finished quickly, and he took the chance to get something to eat while he looked for Mark to return it to him. After that was done, he went right back to his room and got right back to work.

John had only given him two traps to work on, and by god was he going to work on them.

Besides, the faster he got the water box done, the faster he could put together the pieces needed for one of his favourite traps yet.

#story tag: listen closer #self ship fic #self shipping #self insert #scrap.writing #scrap.ships #s/i: garrett whitlock #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #peter strahm #romantic: 🦿🩺#romantic: ⛓🕵️‍♂️#romantic: 🖊💧#(poly) romantic: ⛓🩺🖊#chapter 14

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olicitytropes · 5 years ago

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Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Other Inspirations

One of the coolest, and most popular, things about fanfic is that you don’t have to stick to canon for inspiration. We can plop our favorite characters into almost any situation using the books, movies, and tv shows we love. Call it an alternate universe, call it a crossover, call it awesome. Our love for Arrow and for Olicity brought us together, but here are some writers who used other sources to give us the best of both worlds!

@allimariexf’s recs:

Gotta Be Compatible - theshipsfirstmate

Magic Mike AU.

Felicity and the girls go to a strip club in Metropolis for Caitlin's bachelorette party.

**Award: Best Lost-Boy Oliver and Playing-It-Safe Felicity (who find themselves in each other!)**

Breaking All The Rules - griever11

Five letters that were never meant to be sent, two ex-friends who soon rediscover their friendship, and one fake relationship that honestly, isn't really fake at all.

Or, you can't really pretend to be dating each other when what you really want is to be really dating each other.

An Olicity AU, loosely based on To All the Boys I've Loved Before.

**Award: The Longest Mutual Pine Award**

Someone Else’s Sky - punchdrunkdoc

Oliver Queen, the Starling City Vigilante, moves out of his family home into a small apartment.

But he has an unexpected roommate.

A 'Just Like Heaven' AU

**Award: Most Brilliant and Beautiful Season 1 “What-If” (also known as: THIS FIC MADE ME CRY REAL TEARS and FEEL ALL THE THINGS)**

Baby Daddy - moreorLessJess

Bartender Oliver Queen was living his twenties to the fullest, he lived with his best friend John Diggle, and his brother in everything but blood, Tommy Merlyn just moved in to their apartment as he started his professional baseball career for the Starling City Rockets. On top of that, his childhood best friend Felicity Smoak, who was no longer goth and instead blonde and beautiful, was back in town and they were hanging out again.

Oliver thought his days were going to be filled with partying, one night stands, and boys weekends while also spending quality time with the girl everyone kept telling him he was in love with.

Until his ex girlfriend dropped a baby on his doorstep who turned out to be his son.

After a lot of thought and Felicity Smoak peptalks, Oliver decides to keep and raise his son with the help of his friends.

Or the Freeform sitcom Baby Daddy AU that no one asked for but I needed to write. Aka Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends and are hopelessly in love with eachother and everyone knows but them, oh and now they're raising a baby.

What could go wrong?

**Award: Fluffiest Childhood Friends Trope**

Absolutely, Probably - theshipsfirstmate

Oliver tells his ten-year-old daughter a story about the loves of his life.

RomCom AU based on the Ryan Reynolds movie "Definitely, Maybe" for the Arrow Summer Movie AU Challenge.

**Award: Most Achingly Beautiful Delayed-Happily-Ever-After**

The time to make up your mind about people (is never) - nashtag

Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak had a whirlwind Vegas romance—and a tornado of a divorce a year later. Two years after that, Oliver is about to marry his old flame, Laurel Lance. But when his father is caught cheating with another executive, he must let two journalists cover his wedding to preserve the family name.

Philadelphia Story/Arrow AU, with a dash of Flash crossover.

**Award: Most Heart-wrenching But Hopeful Second Chance at True Love (with a happy ending, of course)**

@tangled23works’ recs:

The Governess - @laurabelle2930

Felicity Smoak is a 22 year old Governess for the newly orphaned Thea Meryln. Thea's caregiver is the mysterious lord of Thornfield manor Oliver Queen. Based on the amazing novel by Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre" inspired this prompt from @lalawo1

**Award: Best Affectionate Bickering**

Welcome to the Party - @bushlaboo

Die Hard inspired AU – Oliver Queen, an SCPD officer, tries to save his wife, Felicity Smoak, and several others, taken hostage by terrorist Edward Fyers during a Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza in Los Angeles. [Borrowed some dialogue from the show and the movie; it was too good to pass up.]

**Award: The Olicity/Die Hard AU I Didn’t Know I Needed But Enjoyed Immensely**

Velocity - MachaSWicket

SUMMARY: There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? AKA, the Olicity Speed AU.

**Award: Best ‘If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving’ Moment That Made Me Cry**

Separate Lives - shannyfish

It was luck that Madelyn Smoak and Mackenzie Queen met at summer camp during a fencing match. Neither of them expected to pull off a mask and find a reflection of themselves staring back. But in the days that followed the girls learned that they were sisters– twins, separated by their parents. Madelyn had been raised in London with tech genius and blonde bombshell Felicity Smoak, while Mackenzie grew up with their father, Oliver Queen, the owner of Green Arrow Vineyards. When the girls devise a devious plan to switch parents, neither of them expected that what they’d really be fighting for was putting their family back together again. (Parent Trap AU)

**Award: Most Entertaining Olicity-Have-Kids-Who-Plot-Against-Them Fic**

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

Two Weeks Notice - LucyHatesJosh4Eva

Oliver Queen has a reputation as an insufferable playboy and a habit of hiring very inept, very attractive attorneys to represent his multi-billion dollar family corporation. So when an act of corporate espionage lands Felicity Smoak in his office on the heels of his last hiring debacle, her law degree and tech experience seem like the way to please his shareholders and his unhappy mother. He expects her smart mouth to cause him a huge pain in the ass; however, he doesn’t expect to trust and like her. Over time, Oliver starts to rely on Felicity for everything, and his world comes to a crashing halt when she gives her two weeks notice.

Retelling of the adorable rom com “Two Weeks Notice” starring Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. I love this movie, and borrow some plot and some dialog with appreciation and joy. Updates on Mondays.

**Award: Most Wonderfully Frustrating ‘Just Tell Each Other How You Feel, Dammit’ Fic**

In Every Star, I See Your Face (Call Me in the Morning) - @jsevick

Felicity's new internship is full of... complications. (Grey’s Anatomy AU)

**Award: Best Olicity Playing Doctor, Literally**

Love Like Battleships - @callistawolf

Six Days Seven Nights AU - Felicity is a driven career woman on a much-needed vacation with her doting boyfriend. Oliver is a charter pilot with a history of running from complications (and his life). They clash from the start, two wrongs rubbing up against each other the wrong way. What happens when a nasty storm causes them to crash on a deserted island, alone, together?

**Award: Most Untraditional Appearance of a Trousersnake in a Fic**

Between Hello and Roses - charmingwords23

Felicity Smoak had no idea what she was getting herself into when she signed on to be the star of the new season of The Bachelorette. With plenty of drama, adventure, heartbreak, and romance, this season promises to be the most shocking and dramatic yet!

**Award: Cheesiest (in the best way) Reality TV Olicity**

Surreal but Nice - angelica

"After all... I'm just a guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him."

a.k.a.

One Wednesday, Felicity Smoak of Tech Village meets Oliver Queen, the movie star. (Notting Hill AU)

**Award: Most Adorable Bumbling Felicity**

@memcjo’s recs:

Are These Your Glasses? - IIIIRENE

When Queens Consolidated throws a masked ball for New Year's Eve, Oliver and Felicity meet for the first time. They dance all night long until Felicity mysteriously flees from the venue dropping her glasses in the process. Unfortunately Oliver never got the name of the gorgeous blonde in the emerald dress, but he has her glasses and he will stop at nothing to find her so that they can continue where they left off.

Olicity AU inspired by Cinderella

**Award: Best Olicity Fairy Tale**

How to Save a Life - witchy2008

DWTS!AU. Oliver Queen has been pushed into competing to improve his image and subsequently the QC stock prices. His professional partner, Felicity Smoak, is working on coaxing him into putting some of his ghosts to rest.

This week, Team Olicity presents Oliver's most memorable year with a contemporary dance dedicated to Shado.

**Award: Best Sexy Olicity Dancing SO Sexy**

seemingly impossible (but not untrue) - @alexiablackbriar13

Genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries.

Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her heritage and unruly, powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring.

With a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her.

Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.

(No knowledge of ADOW or background is needed for you to read this fic!)

**Award: Best Felicity and Oliver Being Drawn Together Against the Odds**

Move - @bushlaboo

Push inspired AU. When people with psychic abilities are discovered governments around the world setup agencies to handle and secretly experiment on these enhanced individuals, one such agency is ARGUS. They're testing a powers boosting drug, Mirakuru, which will allow them to build the most powerful psychic army in the world. The only thing standing in their way is the vision of world’s most powerful Watcher who set in place the means to allow her daughter to foil their plan over a decade ago.

**Award: Best BAMF Felicity Smoak**

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

How To Train Your Vigilante - @alexiablackbriar13

In a world where dragons exist and roam the earth, Felicity Smoak considers herself to be a normal if not slightly nerdy IT girl, with complicated family issues, a fascination with the winged predators and a slight ‘saving people’ complex. Her entire world changes when she meets Oliver, the infamous deadly Night Fury - and a genetic experiment - who flies around Starling City taking down criminals.

Their partnership will be one that rocks the world.

(How To Train Your Dragon AU)

**Award: The ‘Oliver as Toothless is Brilliant and Spot-on’ Award**

The Big Catch - @nodecaff4me

The lives of Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak could not be more different.

He was an infamous billionaire playboy and heir to a fortune 500 company who did everything he could to reform himself into everything his family wanted him to be. She was a struggling single mother of two girls, doing her best she could do get her family through after her whole life in Boston had fallen apart in the aftermath of her ex-husband’s criminal mischiefs.

Both their worlds collide after his yacht’s Wifi-network collapses somewhere along the Oregon coast and he is forced to harbor in a small sleepy town called Elk Cove and hire an IT specialist to fix it only to refuse to pay her for her work in the end.

All bets are off when she learns that he was laying in the county hospital with amnesia after an accident and she could finally get her revenge...

An #Olicity Overboard AU (WIP)

**Award: The ‘I’ve Never Seen This Movie but This Fic is Everything I Need’ Award**

Stones of Time - arrow_through_my_writers_block

AU. Felicity Smoak is halfway across the world on a mission to recover the rumored mystical waters known as the Lazarus Pit. But when fate tosses her back in time and into the company of rogue League of Assassins members, she's caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse... soon falling for the mysterious Al-Sah-him, otherwise known as Oliver Queen. Will she find a way back to her time, or will love and adventure keep her in the past to possibly change the future? *inspired by Outlander

**Award: The ‘Perfect Fic for Your (my) Arrow and Outlander Obsessions’ Award and a Bonus ‘Fangirl Swoon’ Award for Al-Sah-him**

Fate, Luck, and Tequila - Emilyymay_x

The Olicity AU based on the film 'Just My Luck'

Oliver is a billionaire playboy with all the luck in the world.

Felicity Smoak is an excellent IT assistant at Queen Consolidated, with the most rotten luck ever.

When they meet at a masquerade party, they have no idea how much the tables will turn.

**Award: The ‘Better Than the Movie’ Award**

Werewolves and Vigilantes - Emilyymay_x

When Felicity finds out who her father is, and finds out he lives in Beacon Hills with his son, Felicity has to go and meet them. Little does she expect the crazy in Starling to be ten times worse in Beacon Hills... a whole new level in fact… (Teen Wolf inspired)

**Award: The ‘Best Combination of TV Shows Crossover’ Award**

Let us always find each other (in every world, in every story) - imgoingtocrash

Instead of asking Felicity to work on the ATOM Exosuit, Ray brings Felicity on to help him create a device that allows the user to theoretically travel to parallel universes. When Ray turns the theoretical into reality by stealing one of the prototypes and attempting to find his dead wife at the cost of ruining other universes, Felicity follows him. What begins as an attempt to stop her boss from going places he doesn’t belong turns into a realization that some people will always find a way to be together, no matter what.

A Thousand Pieces of You inspired AU, but no book knowledge is required.

**Award: My New Favorite ‘Exploring Other Universes Fic’ Award**

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

Kerosene and Desire - @smoaking-greenarrow

An Olicity Notebook AU with a darker twist.

**Award: Most Intense, Sweet, Topsy-Turvy, Beautiful Notebook AU (With the Best Cliffhanger!)**

Home is Where the Heart is - CSM

AU. This fic is loosely based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Puppy love is for fairytales and storybooks, they don't exist in the real world and all Oliver wants is for her to sign on the dotted line, a clear cut divorce. But being married to the most stubborn woman in the world and their equally opinionated mothers, Oliver knows this trip back home is going to be anything but easy.

**Award: Most Sass-Filled, Funny, Romantic Olicity AU**

Where You Lead (I Will Follow) - @jsevick

Oliver Queen’s careful routine at the diner he owns is disrupted by Stars Hollow’s newest residents, a single mom and her young daughter searching for a new life--and his own simple life will never be the same. (Gilmore Girls AU)

**Award: The Slowest of Slow Burns That I Wish We Could Have More Of!**

The Sound of an Arrow - thecomebackkids99

Five years ago, Oliver Queen lost his wife in a car accident.

Twenty years ago, Felicity Smoak's father kissed her on the forehead and disappeared from her life.

Now, she is the nanny for the six adorable Queen children, fighting to restore love in the mansion and trying to deal with the difficult-to-get-along-with Oliver, all the while as she continues to stumble upon evidence that could drag the Queen family further into darkness. (The Sound Of Music AU)

**Award: Most Emotional Rollercoaster**

Felicity the Virgin - javajunkie

When Felicity is accidentally artificially inseminated with hotel mogul Oliver Queen's sperm, her life changes in more ways than she could have ever imagined. Jane The Virgin - OLICITY STYLE AU

**Award: Most Beautiful Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers to Family Fic**

#Arrow #Olicity #olicity tropetastic awards #Other Inspirations trope #rec list #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak

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fluidityandgiggles · 4 years ago

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Dalton Big Bang day 1 - The Canadian Girlfriend Experience

Writing Masterpost, AO3 Link

Notes: So... y’all. Dalton fam. Hear me out.

I understand that y'all are gonna be mad at me for staying up until (four? five?) five in the morning to post this, but I'm something like 90% sure I'd forget to post it in the morning (afternoon), and I have to write tomorrow's fic anyway, so... here's an extra early fluffy mess. Hope y'all like it.

I had to write this one... I really really had to. Han's girlfriend is a big deal to me. I hope you understand it.

(And for the uninitiated in pathfinder - the rank system is wild, feats are taken every two levels or so, Logan’s character is basically invincible, defeated only by Dwight’s monk and the absolute insanity that creating a monk in pathfinder can end up being.)

—————

"I really have to go to sleep," the familiar (by now) high-pitched voice said through the headphones, stifling a yawn. "My drama class is moving props to the auditorium tomorrow for our exam and my mom would be mad at me if I don’t go to sleep in the next thirty minutes."

"So go to sleep, Lils. I won’t be mad at you."

"Okay! I’ll text you in the morning! Love you, bye!"

"Good night."

Han finally let himself snort a bit after his girlfriend hung up, watching as she disconnects from the game a few moments later. He did say he’ll only play Starcraft today so long as Leah is available, and now that she’s offline…

He just closed the game and went back to working on his Pathfinder session prep.

Han met Leah at the San Diego Comic-Con last summer. On day one, she approached him because she thought the Westwoods’ Bat family cosplay was really cool. On day two, he approached her because her Arwen cosplay was flawless. By day three they’d already ditched the con to have a not-date lunch at In-N-Out, found out they’re in the same guild in World of Warcraft, Han found out Leah has a voice acting channel on youtube, they exchanged phone numbers, and by day four they may have not spent the whole day together but they certainly went on a date-date at the end of the day.

They’ve been rather inseparable for the following three weeks, but by then Han had to face the reality of it all. Leah’s phone number was weird to him from the start, sure, and he was willing to pass off her accent as a speech quirk, but it wasn’t until those three weeks ended that it finally sunk in that she’s not American. And like most good things, her visit too has to come to an end.

Maintaining a relationship online just… didn’t feel the same.

1 Unread Message

‘Merril: Can I suggest an idea for Mishka’s character arc?? You can say no, I just had an idea is all!’

Caterpillar: I’m all ears

———

"While this mess of a… bargain is happening," Logan called as Merril and Reed tried to catch their breaths from laughing. "Can Dwight and I get to the diplomatic debate?"

"Sure," Han sighed, watching his party quickly derail the session. "But let’s take a break first."

The first to disappear at the sound of "let’s take a break" was Lucy, who ran to the bathroom, accidentally knocking off Logan’s dice tower in the process. Merril got the brownies out and on the table, everyone pulled their phones out…

Han could take a couple moments to look at the pictures Leah sent him earlier. According to her, they were not yet done with lighting cues, and she was going crazy, but seeing her in her period piece of a costume and leg brace prop made him feel excited for her, somewhat.

Caterpillar: wish I could been there to see it

Jabba the Hutt: Oh no! Don’t say that! Jabba the Hutt: I’ll send you the filmed version when I get it, but it’ll probably be really bad anyway.

Caterpillar: im sure it cant be that bad

Jabba the Hutt: Han, it’s a high school production of the Glass Menagerie. Jabba the Hutt: My class is also doing the play version of Spring Awakening. Jabba the Hutt: It *can* and *will* be that bad. Jabba the Hutt: Trust me.

"Han?" Merril called before he could answer that one. "Hansel, are you listening?"

"No, I wasn’t. What was it?" He grabbed a brownie, leaving his phone aside for a second.

"Wizards of the Coast announced a new edition of D&D," she said again, smiling gently. "Do you think you’d want to try it?"

"I’m already one step ahead of you there. I’m going to playtest it when it— excuse me…"

Jabba the Hutt: WE FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS Jabba the Hutt: I’ve never been happier to say I’m getting offstage, I need someone to punch me!

Caterpillar: dont you mean pinch?

Jabba the Hutt: I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Han tuned back in time to hear Logan say "I just really don’t want to have to mess with the power system again", which resulted in Dwight throwing a bag of chips at his head.

"Fourth edition has a very special place in my heart, Wright. Don’t talk shit about it around me."

"Yeah, why all the hate for the power system?" Lucy frowned (when did she get back from the bathroom?). "It’s not all that different to how feats work. Would you complain about getting a new feat every odd level once we switch systems?"

"Not going to happen, Lucy."

"Aw man, but I wanted to play Vampire the Masquerade next!"

"And we already said Merril is going to run it," Han reminded her, checking his phone one last time. "But we’re not switching our current game to another system. Not gonna happen."

There was a quiet "hell yeah" from Merril as Han’s phone buzzed with a new message, but before he could even read it, it was snatched by Lucy.

"Wha… who are you talking to, Han?" She laughed a bit, scrolling up, and then her eyes went wide open. "Well… damn."

"Don’t act like you’re surprised, that’s my girlfriend. You met her before."

The silence in the room was so tense, Han swore he could hear a pin drop.

"...a girlfriend?" Dwight was the first to ask, raising a brow. "Since when?"

"You know, I honestly thought she would’ve forgotten all about you after two weeks…"

"Since a few months ago," Han told Dwight, taking his phone back. "Can we continue, please?"

"No! It’s interesting!" Merril joined in, resting her chin on her hand as she got closer, pushing some papers a bit. "How did you meet? Where is she from? Can we meet her?"

"We met at Comic-Con and no, you can’t meet her. She’s… not from here."

"...is she Canadian?" Logan raised a brow too, starting to laugh.

"Noooooooo…?"

"Oh yeah, Han’s Canadian girlfriend."

"She’s not— let’s start to fucking play, this session isn’t going to end itself."

By the end of the session, Han couldn’t say he’d be surprised if the whole school found out by tomorrow. And if anyone (namely the twins) made fun of him for his "Canadian girlfriend"... so be it.

———

"Is this Canadian girlfriend of yours coming to prom?" Julian’s tired voice came through the phone, sounding like he was about to pass out. He just arrived at school earlier today, already tired from the flight, and immediately got coddled by Logan.

"She’s not Canadian, Julian. You’re the twenty-fifth person I’ve told this already."

"So where is she from? Would you please tell just one person?"

With a quick glance at the security footage, to make sure Logan wasn’t listening, Han whispered "her name is Leah, I met her at Comic-Con in San Diego last year, she’s from Israel and no, I doubt she can come to prom. She has her own prom to attend."

"...okay, so this Israeli girlfriend of yours. Got it."

"Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to keep her a secret…?" He clicked his tongue. His laugh sounded a bit rougher than usual. "You know how things can end up. You of all people."

"I… I’m just not sure I’m ready for… dude. Is Logan drooling on your shoulder…?"

"Give him a break, Westwood. He’s adjusting to his new pills."

"I asked about the drooling."

"He does that sometimes. I just let him be."

"...why is everyone so interested in my girlfriend? Is it really any different from David and Katherine?"

"I don’t know how to break it down to you, Westwood, but you’re not exactly the type anyone would expect to even have a girlfriend."

A shift in the camera footage made Han cuss silently, covering his microphone.

"...she said she’ll be here for graduation. Hers is in late June, but she finishes school in May."

"Yeah. May. When prom is."

"Do you want to talk to her yourself?" He could hear Julian snort. "I’m not kidding. I’ll give you Leah’s phone number and you’ll convince her yourself. I can’t."

"Because that totally won’t be crazy."

"Julian."

"Hansel."

"Just fucking ask her, you absolute nerd!"

"Can you stop ordering me around? This isn’t Hollywood. This is my girlfriend we’re talking about."

"Can you at least send me a picture of her? So I’ll know she’s real?"

"...fuck you, Larson."

Han sent him a picture anyway. A picture of the two of them that Lucy insisted to take while they were in San Diego. They coordinated somehow, Han with his LOTR shirt and Leah with her whole Arwen cosplay. It was the happiest day he could possibly remember.

And then, a snort through the phone.

"...so you’re Leah Appelbaum’s mysterious Maryland boyfriend? Huh. Didn’t know you lived in Maryland."

"...you know Leah?"

"We had auditions in the same building two years ago and she approached me because she’s a fan of Something Damaged. She insisted on keeping in touch. How did you meet her?"

"At Comic-Con… please be gentle about this, Julian."

"Okay! I just… wow. I know where you live now. Sweet."

"Don’t you dare try to blackmail me with that information, Larson."

"I won’t. There’s nothing to worry about."

———

"...you know what?" Han sighed as the last session before prom was about to close off. "Roll sense motive."

The clatter of dice hitting each other and everyone cussing filled the room, quickly picking up their dice and looking.

"Fifteen!"

"Seventeen!"

"Five!"

"How’s you get a five, Lucy?"

"I’m a barbarian, what do you think—"

"Thirty-four."

Dwight practically glared at Logan. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I play a half-elf cleric, Dwight," Logan answered, straight-faced. "Plus two to wisdom straight away, rolled extremely well, I have a plus five modifier to wisdom and the alertness feat. I took a single rank in sense motive every time we leveled up and now I have ten ranks. On the tenth rank in sense motive or perception, you get a bonus four to the skill instead of the usual two. Thus, ten plus four plus five equals nineteen, plus the fifteen that I rolled. That’s thirty-four. Do I sense motive?"

"...everyone who rolled above a fifteen, and that definitely includes Flint—" Han could see Logan smiling smugly. "Everyone who rolled above a fifteen can see that this woman is telling the truth. Anyone who rolled a twenty or above, Flint, can also sense that—"

There was a knock at the door. There was never a knock at the door. But now there was. And as Reed got up to open the door, Han silently hoped it wouldn’t be anyone who shouldn’t be there—

"And this is your boyfriend’s room," Julian’s voice came through as Reed’s jaw dropped. "Thank you for picking Julian Larson to be your tour guide, we hope you enjoyed the trip."

"Very! Oh, hello!" The girl at the door waved at Reed, who waved back. The whole party waved back. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, those nerds are just playing dungeons and dragons. You have nothing to worry about." Reed finally returned to his seat as Julian kissed the girl’s cheek, chuckling at the shock. "Logan, I’ll be expecting you to pick me up at six. I want my pre-prom sushi."

"I promised you I will, Princess, don’t panic."

"Okay, just making sure."

As Julian left, the girl went to sit on Han’s futon and look at everyone. Long brown hair, half of it bleached; dark eyes behind a pair of green plastic-framed glasses; a bit on the heavier side, like Han himself, and wearing a floral summer dress and a pair of short leggings. Her face was flushed red, her lipstick a dark blue, and her nails painted black that just started to chip.

Han missed her so much.

"So… hi." She waved around again, a bit confused. "What’s up…?"

"Who’s this?" Dwight was the first to speak.

"My girlfriend," Han replied, sounding rather insistent. "We were just about to finish our session, Lils. Can you wait?"

"Mmhm! Absolutely! I’ll be so quiet, you’ll forget I’m even here!"

Nobody forgot she was there. Merril kept looking over to her, Reed and Dwight seemed skeptical as ever, and the only person who was normal about it was Lucy. But it wasn’t news for Lucy, she’s met Leah before after all. All the while Leah sat there, chuckling at the game and waiting patiently for Han to finish, which he did twenty minutes later. Dwight practically ran out, followed by Logan who needed to pick his own boyfriend up for dinner, but…

"So where are you from in Canada?" Merril asked first, making Leah smile.

"I’m… not Canadian. Did Han tell you I’m Canadian?"

"Where’s your lipstick from?" Reed asked next.

"Umm… it’s, it’s from NARS, I picked it up on the way here, I forgot to pack my own makeup and—"

"Is Han taking you to prom?"

Han choked on his water at that. "I can’t leave my room for prom, Merril. Health risks."

"You can have an indoors prom."

"We planned on watching Battlestar Galactica and ordering takeout," Leah admitted. "But… an indoors prom would be nice. I’m not going to mine anyway. My class is writing this… really offensive skit about one of the math teachers and I don’t want to be a part of it."

"What’s your prom even like…?" Reed squinted, sitting back down. "That you do skits."

"It’s… not really a prom. Israel doesn’t really have the promenade culture, it’s just like a showcase the whole class does for family and friends before graduation… I’ve never liked this practice, you know, I think it’s just…"

As Leah rambled on, Han took his time to clear the table and silently hope Merril and Reed leave soon. Those two have prom dates after all. And neither are a Canadian girlfriend.

#kylo cant write #Dalton by CP Coulter #dalton big bang 2020 #day one - Windsor house #Han Westwood has a girlfriend #and Logan has ADHD #there's a bit of jogan if you squint

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What If The Legends Were True?

Pairing: Leah Clearwater x fem!reader

Summary: Leah hasn’t felt whole in ten years and nothing she does seems to change that

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: there’s some angst but mostly fluff!!

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so bear with me this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

When you’re five years old you don’t know what love is. You love your parents, your grandparents and other family but you don’t really understand it. Kids have crushes on other kids they think are cute and it usually doesn’t go beyond that because you’re kids and you just don’t know yet. A five year old doesn’t usually know what it means when their chest tightens and their cheeks get hot when their best friend hugs them tight. Is it embarrassment? Maybe I don’t like being touched?

I met my best friend one day over the summer when we were both five. My mom and dad had taken me and my little brother to the beach to play around. She was there with her family, she had lived in Forks all her life and finally bugged her parents enough to take her to the beach and La Push had been the closest. She introduced herself to me, having come over abruptly when I had first arrived and told me that we were now friends She took me by the hand and we were off.

The day we met we had made sandcastles, mine were not as good as hers. They were little and dumpy compared to her perfectly structured castles, covered in seashells she had dug up. We played for hours that day, the sun tanning me up and bringing little red patches to her face. Even with a small sunburn she still smiled and laughed endlessly and if I had known then what I did now, I would have known it was love at first sight.

Now that I’m older I know what it all meant. Looking back at every time my chest tightened and my cheeks flushed, I now knew that it was love. She brightened my day every time I saw her. Her eyes shining and a wide smile when she would spot me. Her giggle rang in my ears as I remembered how she laughed at everything I said and how she would grip my arm if she got to laughing too hard.

Just a year later and you couldn’t separate us. She had even tried to get her parents to send her to school on the reservation so she could see me more but they had said no. She came over every weekend and came to every tribe bonfire. We sat side by side, jaws practically on the ground in awe as we listened to the tribes history. There were spirit warriors who turned into wolves and cold ones that over time had started to be called vampires. She loved every second of it, we both did.

“What if the legends were true?” She leaned over and asked me one day. The two of us were only six years old at the time and both fell into a fit of giggles at the concept. We were both shushed by the tribes council leaders and covered our mouths with our hands to stop the giggling but we couldn’t and were shooed away to go play.

For her seventh birthday I knew I had to get her something special, enlisting my parents help I was satisfied with what I got for her. I spent two whole weeks with the gift wrapped up sitting on my desk, my stomach churning with nervousness. Even though I knew she would like it there was always a thought in the back of my mind that she wouldn’t. My stomach dropped at the thought of disappointing her.

“I love it so much, Leah!” she squealed when she opened her gift. Her big, round eyes that usually shined somehow were shining even brighter. A huge smile was plastered across her face and she kept bouncing up and down while her mom helped her put it on. The bracelet was leather braided intricately with a small wooden carved wolf charm hanging off of it. Once the bracelet was fastened around her wrist she pulled away from her mom and launched forward to hug me. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and she was telling me how much she loved it. My chest tightened as she squeezed me, my face getting hot.

“I’m glad you like it!” she pulled away and smiled up at me. Her smile shined brightly and I couldn’t help but smile back. She went on and on about how much she loved it, the wolf especially. She told me they were her favorite part of the story, the heroes who would always save their people.

“This means so much to me, Leah! I’m never going to take it off!” she told me that day and every time I saw her till she moved away she wore it. She made sure people knew she was wearing it too, always bringing it up and telling everyone how much she loved it. She even wore it on her fourteenth birthday and got sand all over it as we made sandcastles like we did the day we met. She built her castles tall and I helped her decorate them with seashells I had dug up for her.

“My mom says that the beaches in Maine are even more beautiful than this one,” she muttered to me as we sat cuddled under a blanket watching the sunset on the horizon. I glanced over at her, the setting sun illuminated her face a deep orange. Her eyes were sad, the usual glint in them gone. My heart started to pick up, my chest tightening as I realized how beautiful she was. I had always known but it really hit me as I looked at her then. Every part of me wanted to take any sadness away and bring the shine back to her eyes.

“I’m sure they could be!” I mumbled back to her, completely and utterly distracted by the feelings flooding into me. My brain was barely functioning as I tried to sort through everything going through my head. She was my best friend, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts.

“I really love you, Leah,” She told me sounding sad. My breath hitched in my throat when she said it, my heart hammered in my chest. She pulled her body away from mine and looked over at me. She opened her mouth to speak again and looked away before she started talking. “My dad got a job in Maine so my family and I are moving. I didn’t know how to tell you sooner.”

“Moving?” I whispered back at her, sitting up straight. She was so small compared to me, almost by a whole foot. She couldn’t move away. What was I going to do without her around? Outside of school we spent all of our time together, our families even spent a lot of time too.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered leaning into me and wrapping her arms around my torso. She laid her head on my chest and I leaned back keeping her tucked tightly to my side. This was it so I was going to make the most of it.

My heart had been missing something since she left, nothing made me feel whole. I tried to figure things out for myself, making new friends and really involving myself in school. My first boyfriend, Sam Uley, didn’t even fill the void even though I did love him. No one that came into my life since she left has made an impact on me like her. I’ve loved and lost over the last ten years and haven’t found myself fully.

Things had changed for me though. A few years ago when my father died the grief had been too much and I felt like exploding and then I did. My clothes tore from my body and I transformed into a wolf for the first time. The legends had all been true, my first thought that I had, had been about her. She would be so excited to find out that the legends she loved so much were real. My mind went to the wolf charm bracelet that I had given her having now taken on a new meaning, though she probably didn’t wear it anymore.

I was at Sam and Emily’s watching them being blissfully happy with the pack. We had just eaten a huge meal when the phone rang and my mom was on the other end telling Emily to send me home right away because she had a surprise. I had no inkling as to what it could be but I phased quickly and bolted off to my house. I threw open the back door and walked into the kitchen, my mom was sitting at the table laughing at something the person across from her said.

“Leah!” The other person squealed and my eyes darted to them recognizing the voice right away. She was sitting there at my kitchen table, her hair longer than I had ever seen it and flung delicately over her shoulder. She jumped up from the table and launched herself at me, arms wrapping around my neck. My arms wound around her waist and we squeezed each other tightly, it felt like a whole decade hadn’t even passed since we last saw each other.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I accidentally inhaled heavily, taking in her scent. She smelled familiar, like home. She pulled away to look me in the eyes, she was even smaller than me now. Well over a foot shorter than me now. Our eyes locked and everything changed, my breath hitching in my throat. Every fiber of my being felt tingly. I stumbled back a step as I took her in, my head spinning. The emptiness I felt for ten years felt like it was being filled in. My heart filled up with love to the point where I felt like it would burst. Everything I had felt for her ten years ago was back but felt enhanced by a billion.

“I moved back!” Her words filled my ears bringing me back to the present. She was even more beautiful than she had ever been. My chest began to get tight like it used to when she came around and heat began to flood my cheeks. This time it felt different, everything was more intense than it had ever been and I knew why. The legends of our tribe talked about imprinting and how the second you saw your imprint your world flipped upside down and they became your world, the sole reason for your life.

“I-” everything I wanted to saw got jumbled in my throat, refusing to come out. She let go of my arms and stepped back from me looking upset. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it before she did. She looked back at my mom, my mom sat there and shrugged at her not knowing what was going on.

“I thought you’d be happy to me,” she whispered, her voice sounding so small and sad. Her eyes were shining but from tears that were building up in them. I felt the world crumbling around me for I had done something I had always been scared about. I disappointed her. Without a second thought, I turned and ran out of the kitchen as fast as I could. Phasing was second nature to me now, I was suddenly a wolf running full speed through the woods. A couple people from the pack were phased too and their thoughts were running through my head, a terrible consequence of being in a pack.

“You imprinted!” Sam shouted to all of us that were phased. I tried to ignore everyone and kept running, my legs propelling me forward at a dangerously fast pace.

“Finally! Leah’s in love!” Jared shouted back over everyone else’s thoughts. He went on to talk about how great imprinting was but I ignored him and ran to the beach.

I stayed within the tree line when I got there and watched the waves crash on the rocks. I laid down deciding to stay for a while to think about everything. Ever since I met her at the beach I always came back for comfort. Every big decision I had to make was made here, even little decisions were made here. Everything here reminded me of her, of home.

My ears pricked, picking up on someone walking along the beach. I spotted who it was, holding a bag with a flannel shirt sleeve bursting out of it. She was here with a hand placed above her eyes to shield the sun as she looked around the beach. She was calling my name.

“Leah! Your mom said you would be here and that you would need these!” She shouted spinning around trying to find me. Still in my wolf form I stood up and made my way slowly out to her. I hadn’t consciously made the decision to do it but my whole being yearned to be near her. She froze when she saw me and I couldn’t blame her for it. I didn’t look like myself, in my place was a huge white wolf with tan fur around my face.

“Leah?” She asked sounding like she couldn’t believe it. How could she know it was me? She hadn’t found out any of the legends were real yet but somehow she knew. She took a tentative step toward me so I stilled letting her make the move. After a couple more steps she reached her hand out and began to caress my face. A huge smile broke out across her face as she looked at me. Her head tilted to the side as she began to giggle.

“I always knew the legends were true,” she finally got out after her fit of giggles ended. She dropped the bag next to her and held my face in both of her hands. She pressed her nose to my snout and sighed. I shook my head to get her hands off of me so I could phase back. Once I was back into my naked human form she asked me, “Does this mean the whole imprinting thing is real?”

“Yes,” I replied softly as I scrambled to put on the clothes she brought me. She stood there looking fascinated as she thought over everything. After a minute she pulled me down to sit next to her on a log and we watched the sunset like we had the last time we saw each other.

“Have you imprinted on anyone?” She asked me as she leaned her head on my shoulder. The slight touch had my stomach doing leaps. I looked down at her and saw that her face was turned up toward me.

“Yes,” I told her without hesitating. Something flashed across her eyes but she blinked and it was gone. “Just today actually.”

She sat up instantly and was on her feet before I could even blink. Without confirming it she took a step and took my face in her hands and smiled down at me. Her eyes looked from my eyes to my lips then back again. A small gasp left me, parting my lips slightly as I realized what she was going to do. She leaned down and captured my lips with hers. Everything disappeared around us, nothing else mattered except for this.

I grabbed her hands and pulled them off my face as I stood up. I had broken the kiss momentarily and she looked up at me a pout forming on her beautiful face. But before she could say anything else I was leaning down and pulling her face back to mine. Her lips were softer than I had ever imagined, her taste sweeter too.

We pulled away from each other after a while, completely breathless but with smiles on our faces. My hands traveled from her face and down her arms to capture her hands. Before I could hold her left hand, I felt something on her wrist and pulled her arm up to look at it. On her wrist was a worn leather braided bracelet with a wooden carved wolf charm dangling from it.

“You still wear this?” I asked my eyes were wide as I realized that although ten years had passed she still cared that much about me. She shook her head and grasped my hands tightly, standing up on her tiptoes to be closer to me.

“I told you the last time we saw each other that I really loved you, Leah,” she told me pressing a quick kiss to my chin, she was too short to reach my mouth without me bending down slightly. She giggled slightly before continuing to talk. “I’ve always loved you, Leah, nothing has changed.”

“I love you, too,” I told her back with emotion flooding into my voice. Before either of us could speak I leaned down to kiss her again. The sun set as we kissed, neither of us bothering to stop. Her hands gripped at my shirt pulling me impossibly close and I knew in that moment she would never be far from me again.

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MONTHLY READS | October 2018

Happy 1D Fanworks Appreciation Day! Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into your stories and the courage to share them with us! I am so grateful for all the amazing authors in this fandom. Here are the fics I read this month, as always, Top 5 + 16 (!!) more under the cut (to not clog up your dash)

The Road Less Travelled

by freetheankles | Lumberjack Louis | angst | slow burn | slow build | hurt/comfort | mutual pining | banter | minor character death | 98k Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada. Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed. Louis certainly didn't need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband. A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid. No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.

I Wanna Be More Than Friends

by 2tiedships2 | a/b/o | accidental bonding | friends to lovers | fluff | childhood friends | 20k He hadn't meant to scent Harry. They were best friends and that was it. Scenting best friends wasn't exactly socially acceptable. "Lou," Harry whispered. Louis jumped at his name and sat up straighter to provide a bit of distance between himself and Harry. "You can't scent me, Lou," Harry stated. Which of course Louis couldn't scent him. They were best friends. "I mean," Harry continued. "I wouldn't mind exactly, but if I can't scent you, I don't think you should scent me." "What do you mean you can't scent me? I mean, I get it because we're best friends but..." "I mean I can't smell you, Louis. I fucking can't smell you. I can't smell anything, okay?" Or the one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

We'll Never Fall Apart

by GMTYUniverse for 1D Pet Fest | post break-up | pre-make up | exes to lovers | famous/ not famous | angst | fluff | 20k Harry’s hand seems to tremble a bit as he takes the pen from Louis. Louis pretends he doesn’t notice. It’s not his right anymore to notice, he thinks to himself. Or maybe it is – as friends. He’s not sure what being just friends entails, if he’s being entirely honest. He’s a bit confused where they’ve drawn the line, or will be drawing the line. It's just - it’s not really clear where they stand at the moment. Despite all the paperwork surrounding Oliver, there's so much left unsaid. Then again, maybe everything already has been said and Louis is just scrambling for reasons to keep holding on. or the one where Louis and Harry's relationship falls apart after 7 years, but the rescue dog they raised together doesn’t understand the joint-custody agreement they’ve hashed out.

Stars are guiding me back

by coffeelouis | Bachelor AU | post break-up | 78k Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision. For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He's taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time. They didn't exactly think this through. [or, the BACHELOR AU where Louis directs his ex-boyfriend Harry in his season as America's first bi bachelor.]

Dirty secret

by iilarryii | Mulan AU | a/b/o | enemies to friends to lovers | war | mpreg | character death | 122k "Dad, you can't go!" Louis yells to his father as he watches him pull out his sword. "Louis, you know that I have to. It's the pack leaders orders," Dan says calmly. "I need you to promise me that you'll take care of the family if I die." "So what? You'll just give up?" "Of course not. I am just willing to die for my family's safety." "So am I." The Zoely pack is attacked by rogue alphas and the pack leader orders all alphas over the age of eighteen to protect their pack. Dan Deakin is one of the strongest alphas in the pack, but there is one problem. He has a wife and six kids to feed and look after. Louis is the oldest child and the one who wants to protect their family. Or a Mulan AU where Louis is an omega who takes his father's place in the war.

To change how you see and what you believe

by jaerie for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange 2018 | mpreg | unplanned pregnancy | I didn't know I was pregnant AU | friends to lovers | graphic description of birth | 12k Harry and Louis are best friends who just happen to fall into bed with each other sometimes, it's not a big deal. After a drunken night of discussing their kinks, they wake up naked together. They don't remember what happened, but they've done it before and they'll probably do it again, but five months later, a surprise changes everything.

Baby We Could Be Enough

by lovelarry10 for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange 2018 | mpreg | mutual pining | angst | natural birth | 74k Harry Styles has always wanted a family, but his boyfriend doesn’t. When an unexpected pregnancy leaves Harry feeling alone and terrified, he feels he has no choice but to give up his baby. He finds a family with the adoptive parents, and maybe something more. ~ Louis Tomlinson and his wife, Jess, have been trying for a baby for years. Their hasty marriage after they first got pregnant has only led to a series of miscarriages that have put a strain on their already precarious relationship. When they meet a young man desperate for a home and someone to raise his child, Louis realizes that he may have been moving in the wrong direction all along.

He Saw His Own Eyes

by SadaVeniren for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange 2018 | mpreg | doctor/patient | angst | friends to lovers | 16k Dear Child, By the time you read this I’ll be dead. Here’s how I think it’s gonna to happen. Your mum - whoever they are and I’m sure they’ll be a smashing person - will read this letter, realize I quoted a very old and niche video, and teleport to my exact location and strangle me. I know sense of humor is not genetic but if it was I hope you’d get mine. I hope you don’t get my nose - it’s pretty big, and if you get my height I hope your mum evened it out with some grace and coordination so you didn’t spend puberty impersonating Bambi on ice. I’ve finally grown into it but it took awhile and I once almost fell into a bonfire because of it. Maybe I’ll tell you about it when we meet up! Please know that if you decide to reach out to me I will be receptive, so don’t let that cause you any anxiety. I hope that your life has been good so far. I’m sure your mum (and dad or other mum or other parenting figure) loved you with everything they are. Yours, Dad P.S. Then two cops will read this letter and shoot each other. AKA Louis conceives a child from an anonymous donor and Harry’s the midwife.

Shut your mind off (and let your heart hear me)

by BeHappily for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange 2018 | mpreg | ballet | kid fic | friends with benefits | 13k Harry wants Louis for a while, Louis wants Harry forever, but emotions and a little human get in their way. Or, an AU where Louis is a single father to cute twins, Harry is a ballet dancer who doesn't want any relationship, and they foolishly become friends with benefits, but maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

A Perfect Reason

by Chelsea Frew for HL Mpreg Fic Exchange 2018 | mpreg | royalty | fluff | famous/not famous | natural birth| 29k During a visit to a charity he'd like to support, Prince Louis--next in line to the throne of the United Kingdom--meets Harry, the man of his dreams. Trouble is, Louis is not out, and the law says his heirs can only be born of a woman. Louis is determined not to let that stop his pursuit of Harry. His determination doubles when Harry accidentally becomes pregnant. He and Harry will have their little family--and change the monarchy while they're at it.

Does it Look Devious or Something?

by haztobegood for 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names | sex toy store | homophobia | 4k When someone complains about Louis’ new business, he must defend his sex toy shop to the city council. Written for Prompt #231: The amazement at how much hot air people manage to produce.

Beneath the sound of hope

by YesIsAWorld | sexual confusion | high school | 1990s | 6k After Louis Tomlinson leaves the set of the Smashing Pumpkins’ “1979” music video, it’s not the band or the experience that he can’t stop thinking about—it’s the curly-haired boy he met while filming. Determined to track that same boy down, he sets off on a short journey and ends up figuring out some truths about himself along the way.

Better Late Than Never

Navždy

by nikogda | vampires | established relationship | 7k Louis took his hand and walked him over to the up escalator and felt him squeeze it tightly as he stepped on. And that is how it went, up and down as Louis watched Harry from the seats by the puzzles near Starbucks. He could see Harry as he went up the escalator and down, only to repeat about twenty more times. Louis sighed, because he loves Harry of course he does. So he would put up with this and the amusement that wore off a while ago. Yet for Harry, this newness was still very exciting to him. Louis couldn’t wait to show him Netflix. Wondered if Harry had seen a television. He stood up as Harry neared the floor and walked over to him. “Babe, do you know what a television is?” Louis questioned, reaching for Harry’s hand to keep him from going towards the up escalator. “I’m not a complete idiot, Lou.” Louis could see the glint of Harry’s fangs as he smiled, his hand covering his mouth quickly. “Have you ever watched one?” He tugged Harry to the exit. “No,” Harry said quietly. Or, Harry finally rejoins a world where everything has changed but the most important thing is exactly the same.

I love your demons (like devils can)

by ariadne_odair for One Direction Big Bang: Round 3 | Girl Direction | homophobia | internalised homophobia | angst | 60k "I am right here," she says loudly, and she can almost hear the crack when Louis' head whips around to stare at her. "Why?" Louis asks, and Harry feels her insides shrivel up and die. Harry didn’t plan to join the football team. She didn’t plan to sleep with the captain of the football team. She definitely didn’t plan to sleep with the closeted captain of the football team, who promptly acted as if nothing happened and left Harry a pathetic, pining mess.

Sea Salt and Chocolate

by cupcakeL | strangers to lovers | friends to lovers | coffee shops & cafés | cheating | fluff | 10k “How can I help you?” He looked at the customer and wow, Harry was pretty sure this guy had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. When the guy opened his mouth Harry could almost feel the venom in his voice. “Do you have some kind of truffle that passive aggressively says ‘fuck you’?” Or Harry owns a confectionary/café and Louis is an aspiring musician who needs to break up with his boyfriend via truffles.

We'll Paint the Town

by kotabear24 for Larry Abroad Fic Challenge | Say Yes to the Dress AU | Kleinfeld's | famous/not famous | 4k For the Larry abroad prompt: Kleinfeld's, New York. This is a Say Yes to the Dress fic. In which Louis can't flirt, Lottie does all the work, Harry just wants to get her in a damn dress, and Niall is an aggressive affirmer. It ends well for everyone.

Knot Safe For Work

The Things You Hide

by LiveLaughLoveLarry for HL Summer Exchange 2015 | spies Á secret agents | angst | undercover missions | 27k Louis has been an MI6 agent for four years. Now he wants out. Unfortunately, his superiors have other ideas. Their solution: a 'mission' in the Greek Islands, one that's more vacation than actual work. Harry is an avid photographer who shows him around the area. He's open and carefree and everything that Louis wishes he could be. Along the way they fall in love, and maybe Louis learns a little about love, a little about lies, and a whole lot the meaning of home.

Say It First

Take Our Bodies Higher

by littlelouishiccups | phone sex | dirty talk | Daddy kink | Dom/sub | 21k Harry wasn’t often caught off guard at his job anymore. He called different men Sir, Master, or Daddy for work almost every week, but he’d never been told he was a good boy in a voice quite like that. In which Harry is a phone sex operator and Louis dials a wrong number.

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🎶Boys and girls of every age

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Clink the links & you will read

These some fics of Halloween.🎶

Hey Buggies, the song & dance is over (literally), but the fics are still here! Below you’ll find a list of both supernatural/spooky seasonal type fics & Halloween specific ones (marked with a 🎃). After the trick-or-treating is over (but before the candy hangover sets in) get your Halloween fic fix here below the cut!

🎃 10.31.17 by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

On that night, when the veil is at its thinnest, he finds his way home.

body talks by @justcourbeau | NR

Instead of late morning light being his wake up call, Jughead was woken by the horrendous chirp of an alarm clock going off, and, really, that should have been the first sign that something was wrong.

Cooper's Monsters by @cooperandjonesinc | M

In the darkened halls of an abandoned mental hospital Dr. Hal Cooper has been making monsters.Betty, oblivious to her father’s machinations, comes across a horrifying creature. Together can they stop the doctor and free the others?

Curl of Ash by @darknessaroundus | T

Jughead attempts to save a strangers life in Queens one night. Nothing is what it appears to be.

Darkside by @exmachina187, @itsmarscosta | E

Jughead has had centuries to reflect on his life, but none of it had meaning until she came along.

🎃 Dirty Devil by @thesecretfandom | E

Betty and Jughead are celebrating Halloween, but their costumes seem to be interfering with their fun.

Dust & Desire by @darknessaroundus | T

They have a rhythm to their days, the result of having very little company but each other for years now. When Betty wakes from the nap, they eat mac and cheese before they go hunting. A Vampire Slayer AU.

erase & rewind by @sopaloma | M

When a powerful storm hits Riverdale, five students are hit by lightning as they leave school. The result of that storm will change their lives forever, in ways they never could have imagined. A Misfits AU.

🎃 go home people (the party's not over) by Anonymous | T

“It was your dad’s idea,” Betty chirped. “He told my mom that if people were going to stare at us she may as well make it worth her while.” Jughead bit back a sigh. “And she said ‘like what, throw a party’? And he said ‘sure, Alice, the perfect holiday is coming up’.”

🎃 Hollowed Hearts by @kmlefev | T

Betty and Jughead have a pumpkin carving contest.

🎃 Howling by @lovedinapastlife | T

Jughead's working a shift at the Blossom haunted house when he spots a familiar blonde ponytail and decides to try and give her a scare. He ends up smashed in the face, real blood added to his costume. Horrified, Betty tries to make it up to him. She's nervous to finish the house by herself, so Jughead offers to let her work on a few scenes and scares with him until Archie comes back from his break. There's nothing quite like method acting with a childhood crush and best friend when hearts are pounding and limbs are entangled in a ravenous display. Something's building inside of them, a low, penetrating howl.

🎃 I Don't Have a Lot of Friends by @typing123 | M

Joker Jughead and Harley Betty meet at a Halloween Party. It's definitely a treat.

Interview with the Coopers by @typing123 | E

What a perfect little family they make

🎃 It's A Great Pumpkin, Jughead Jones by @alisoncollis | NR

Jughead and Betty go to a pumpkin patch.

i will hang on the hook of your splendour by @jughead-jones/@stark | G

“We have to go up to Woodland House tomorrow,” Betty said, hopping out of the back of the van the night before, dressed in something that she called summer sleepwear and Jughead deemed to be sweet torture. “There has to be a clue there about these abductions.”Mystery Inc AU

🎃 Let the Right One In by @yavannie | T

When Jellybean talks Jughead into going to a Halloween-themed birthday party in Greendale, she does such a good job on his make-up that not even his best friend can tell it's him.

🎃 love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little girl like you) by @whaticameherefor | G

Jughead always thought that falling in love would feel like a punch to the gut. It didn’t, of course. It was more like a punch to the face. Right in the nose, to be exact.

🎃 Magic in the Air by @it-happened-one-starry-night | M

A tale from Riverdale. Betty and Jughead learn something interesting about the earlier inhabitants of their tiny town. Later, they attend a Halloween party together at the Blossom Mansion.

🎃 Movie Night on Elm Street by @bettsc | NR

Jughead Jones finds himself at the Cooper household on Halloween night, and it's not just the scary movies that are giving him goosebumps.

🎃 No Guts No Glory by @thesecretfandom | E

Jughead may have taken their pumpkin carving competition a bit too far, and now it's Betty's job to get the both of them cleaned up.

🎃 Nobody Knows You Now by @bettsc | M

They moved like this for what seemed like hours; neither one relenting to the other; both losing themselves in the intertwining of two souls.

🎃 october 2017 by @elizabethbettscooper | G

“Jug, you’re home!” she glanced up, grinning at him. He nudged off his shoes and started towards her.

“So it seems.” he said, smirking and dropped onto the floor beside her. “What’s up, Betts?”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? I want to go to the pumpkin patch.”

“The… pumpkin patch.” Jughead raised an eyebrow and put his arm across the sofa seat, leaning in to look at Betty’s planner.

🎃 Over the Wall by @typing123 | T

The Over the Garden Wall AU nobody asked for.

Palm Readings and You [AO3] by @soylent-greene | G

Fall AU - In a world where Jason never died and Riverdale never fell into chaos, Jughead and Betty come across a palm-reading who will change their perspectives on life and bring them closer than they ever were before, or ever wanted to be.

🎃 Pumpkin Spice (and all things nice) by @itsindiansummer13 | G

Jughead, Betty, and Halloween through the years.

Seek Forbidden Things by @maeve-of-winter | T

Kevin Keller has gone missing from Riverdale, and it's up to Betty and the rest of the gang to bring him back.

🎃 Self control by @bettyscooperr | NR

Jughead just really hates Halloween

Spirits, Are You There? by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

An abandoned asylum, plus a ouija board, plus Cheryl Blossom? The perfect potion.

strange days by @sopaloma

His sister is missing, his dad is talking to Christmas lights and Betty Cooper needs his help. November 1983 is a strange time for Jughead Jones. A Stranger Things AU.

🎃 The Cooper House by @satelliteinasupernova | T

“Let’s go to a haunted house, Jughead,” Jellybean had said. “It’ll be fun,” she said.

Except, now he was turned around somewhere in a dark hallway; alone. With no source of light nearby, he could barely make out his surroundings. Tentatively, he reached out to use the wall to guide him, taking one step at a time. The surface of the wall was uneven and with each step he felt another notch as his hand moved across one panel of wood to the next. The floor creaked softly under his feet. Here in the dark, it was unnervingly quiet. The only other sound he could hear was of the wind passing through the trees outside the house.

“Hey, JB?” he called out. “Where the hell did you go?”

🎃 The First Halloween Since by @typing123 | G

Single Mom Betty doesn't think she can face Halloween this year. She just wants a quiet night in with her daughter. Jughead's not so sure.

🎃 The Mouse by @typing123 | G

A hungry Jughead is lured into the woods on Halloween by a hungry vampire.

🎃 The One That I Want by @dreamersshouldknowbetter | T

Betty and Jughead meet at a Halloween party where they accidentally form two halves of a couples costume

the strange death of Elizabeth Cooper by @wolfofansbach | T

Betty Cooper, after a long struggle with illness, has passed away. Except--she hasn't, because against all rhyme and reason, she awakens on the coroner's slab, hale and healthy. The illness is gone, and she couldn't be in better condition, to the weeping relief of her friends and family, not least of all her longtime boyfriend, Jughead Jones. No real explanation is forthcoming, but what does it really matter, when Betty is alive? And he can discount the occasional oddity in her behavior. She's been through a lot, after all. Except, as the days go by and the strange happenings pile on, Jughead begins to suspect that whatever it is that crawled out of the grave that day isn't really Betty Cooper.

🎃 the unexpected perks of being a pumpkin by @thetaoofbetty | M

Jughead Jones has a damn good Halloween.

🎃 Things that Go Bump in the Night by @createandconstruct | T

Are sometimes things that also squeal...

Time Honoured Tradition by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

When Cheryl dares Betty to spend some time in the abandoned house across the street she gets a little more than she bargained for.

What Happened on Elm Street by @tory-b | M

When Jughead Jones moves to Riverdale with his family, he uncovers a few mysteries this simple small town has been trying to cover up--specifically the murder that occurred in his house during the late 1950s that was never properly solved. Unable to keep his curiosity away, he teams up with neighbor and fellow mystery lover Betty Cooper to uncover the truth.

🎃 what we pretend to be by @sylwrites | G

It's his little sister's first Halloween, but his parents don't have money for a costume or the time to take her trick-or-treating. The answer to both of these problems comes in the form of his best friend's neighbour.

🎃 What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? by @gellsbellshead | T

Betty Cooper doesn't do scary movies. However maybe she could be persuaded by some cuddling from her boyfriend Jughead. This is a continuation of the fic "Movie Night"

🎃 when things go bump and grind at night by @rainystripe | M

Betty dresses up and Jughead is her slave.

🎃 won't you tell me what you're thinking of? by @flwrpotts | G

Betty enlists Jughead, Reggie, and Archie to help her set up for the annual Riverdale middle school Halloween dance.

Still haven’t satisfied your itch for Halloween fics? Check out our fanfic tag on @buggiebreak! Our Halloween event, Vice and Virtues, is going on and you can find fics posted exclusively to Tumblr there!

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renegadesrpg · 4 years ago

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Soulmates Part 17: Netflix and Chill. Layla and Sean

Sean: *Looks the TV tray and evaluates its contents.* Hmmm.... Microwave popcorn? Check. Brews? Check. Raisinets? Check.... *calling out to the living room in the @ChosenDarkened * Hey, baby, what do we need for movie night besides popcorn beer, and Raisinets? I feel like I'm forgettin' something. *grinning to myself because even after all these months, this totally mortal thing of 'Netflix and chill' with my girl still feels special.*

Layla: *smiling I peek my head out the doorway* Ummm peanut butter M&M's? The movie choice?

Sean: Right. *gets in the cabinet and snags the M & M's, then adds the to the tray and takes it to the living room* Movie choice is yours. *smiles and sits the tray on the ottoman.* I made the popcorn.

Layla: *smiling as I snag a few M&M's then grab the remote as I plop down next to you* I'm thinking something silly. I've heard this movie mentioned before so I want to see it. It's supposedly quite funny. *I push the buttons and hit start then put the remote to the side as the movie, Sixteen Candles, begins* The popcorn smells great Love. Not burnt this time. *I giggle remembering the last time he accidentally burned it*

Sean: Hey *mockingly defensive as I toss a piece of popcorn at you* I may not NEED to eat but I can learn how to use a microwave. I just needed practice. *twisting the cap of your beer, I hand it to you and then do the same to my own. Sitting the popcorn bowl in my lap, I put my arm around you and settle back against the couch.* So what's this movie about?

Layla: *I take a drink of the beer* It’s about teenagers in the 1980's. It’s my understanding it is about their various relationships and how they get along, or not, and figuring out ummm their role in life. Something like that. I was told the situations they deal with are funny. *I lean into you as we start watching*

Oh my goodness! How could her family forget her birthday?

Sean: *Taking a sip of my beer, smiling as I get a warm armload of Layla-mine* Birthdays are important to mortals?

Layla: Yes, it’s my understanding they are quite a rite of passage. Especially their 1st, 16th, 18th, and 21st. That's what I read anyway. Oh my, that boy is definitely odd. Do young males act like that when they wish to woo a female? Because... No.

Sean: *Laughing* It's been a long time since I was a teenage boy and when I was a boy you were pretty much considered a man by the time you were 16. Not like it is today. Male-female relationships were a lot different back then. But I will say when those hormones start flowin' initially, a guy's brains pretty much are focused in another part of his body than his head.

Layla: *giggling* I have seen that in adult males too. Those hormones must be very strong. Gym class? Oh, exercise to stay healthy. That is important, but why are those females jealous of the naked one? They seem fit enough.

Sean: *choking on my beer* It's not about being fit, baby. It's about the...um... figure. Chosen all live in pretty close quarters growing up don't they? Didn't you guys ever compare you're...um... "assets"?

Layla: *my brow knits for a moment then I realize what you mean* Oh! Oh! Well um it wasn't, well some of us did as we developed but it was definitely not encouraged or spoken of.

Sean: *laughs and kisses your temple* Of course you didn't. But you weren't in competition for males. In humans, a woman with certain well-developed assets was considered to be more likely to survive childbirth. And getting a male who was strong enough to protect them and provide for them and their young was important to females. So there was competition among them to attract that kind of male and it only makes sense to evaluate the competition. In thousands of years, that basic behavior hasn't changed.

Layla: Oh that makes sense. Yes, female vampires are also desiring males who can provide well for them. Hopefully this female, ummm Sam, sees she is worthy despite having smaller breasts. For instance, she's been very patient with her family's forgetfulness even though it must hurt.

Sean: A wise man realizes that a happy life is about more than their mate's "assets." Sam has what it takes to make that happen for a guy. But I think these bozos are all too immature to see it. *Laughs* I'm glad that mating dance wasn't part of my youth.

Layla: Me too. Although my youth was good I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be involved in those games. I agree the males seem very immature. Definitely not ready for mating. Ohhhh! Her grandmahmen just squeezed her breast. I fear I would have slapped her. Respected elder or not. That was very rude and probably hurt Sam.

Sean: Yeah....that was pretty out of line. Maybe she's got dementia? I can't think of any other reason she'd do something like that.

Layla: Perhaps. What? Long Duck Dong? OHHHH I get that joke. *laughing hysterically* poor male. *still laughing*

Sean: *Laughs* Oh man, he's never gonna' live that down! *crunches some popcorn*

Layla: No, he will not. *eating a handful of popcorn and M&M's mixed. We watch laughing at times, shocked at behavior other times*

Sean: *nuzzling your ear and snickering* If we have young, this is NOT happening. If I have to keep her under lock and key.

Layla: I'm in complete agreement Love. Holy shit! That male is showing all those boys Sam's underwear. *I cover my mouth with my hand shocked at my mouth*

Sean: And THAT would get a male dropped into the mouth of a volcano if that were our daughter. *frowns* If we have boys, maybe I'll lock THEM in their room until they're adults.

Layla: *I lean in and kiss your cheek* I would help you drop a male into a volcano who would do that. I believe our sons would know better but if they do not behave then definitely, they get locked in their room. *a few minutes later* There are way too many people at this male's house. I can understand why he's mad. *starting to laugh* That Long Duck Dong has found a female who appreciates him.

Sean: *snickers* I guess there really is someone for everyone. But yeah, that many young unsupervised is a recipe for disaster. Can't be too long until police come.

Layla: Oh that female that took advantage of her boyfriend, that's what she called him, would be punished severely by me if she were my young. Oh he's letting that umm nerd young male take her home. This may be ugly as he said he has no license.

Sean: Somehow I think she's about to face Karma. *finishes my beer* I don't think the other one is her boyfriend anymore after this.

Layla: I agree. She ruined her chances by being so cruel and selfish. Ohhhh a human wedding, how neat! I have heard they can be crazy. *giggling at the antics of the family*

Sean: Humans build it up so that women sometimes turn into bridezilla's for their "big day". I never got that. Wedding feasts, sure. Wealthy families always did that, but these days its nuts. *snickers* And that poor kid is supposed to put up with all of her sisters insanity.

Layla: Very much unfair. Her wedding is important but not more so than her sister’s 16th birthday. That was just very mean to be honest. *giggling* that is karma at its finest. That sister is now a mess at her own wedding! Foolishness to have taken so much muscle relaxing medicine.

Sean: Well let's hope the marriage goes better than the wedding. Although it might have made a funny sequel. *laughs and squeezes your shoulder.* You gonna be that nervous before our official mating?

Layla: No, because I am secure in our love and connection. That female was hiding her insecurities by being so self-absorbed. Oh Love look! That male made Sam a birthday cake. He's a worthy male.

Sean: *kissing your hair* You are my everything. *smiles* I'm glad you know that. Yeah, finally. I guess all teenage boys aren't total jerks. Is he taking her for a ride?

Layla: He did take her for a ride to his house where he gave her a cake. It’s good to know not all those young males were unworthy. Ohhh I love a happily ever after. *smiling and sighing*

Sean:*kisses you then smiles down into your face* I'm kinda up for our own "happy ending tonight. If you catch my drift, nalla.

Layla: Our thoughts were the same Nallum. Shall we? *I ask as I turn off the TV*

Sean: *scooping you up in my arms as I rise and smiles.* Absolutely. *mists us away to our bedroom for the night.*

#TBC

#Soulmates #Renegades #RRPG #AU #BDB #Reapers #Vampires #Angels #Wolfen #Ghosts

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vampiricallyinclined · 7 years ago

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Prompt: “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” - Prompt Lists

Warnings: death & grief

You were distraught, there was no other word for it. You had managed to find some semblance of happiness for the first time in centuries and just like that it had been stolen from you by someone you considered to be your friend. What was worse, however, was the fact that things were finally adding up for you. All of those times you had fallen head over heels for someone, only to have them mysteriously disappear or die, all of those fleeting moments of romance that had been cut too short. No longer did you wonder what had happened to your fallen lovers, no, now you knew for sure and it not only hurt, but disgusted you.

You had caught Kol in the act this time, quite literally red handed as the blood from your current flame’s heart dripped down from his hold. He hadn’t been expecting you, that much was evident from the shock and disappointment that filled his features as you gasped at the sight in front of you. But even as he stood there spluttering for some form of explanation you were already rushing from the house, making your way to the one place in that God forsaken city that still held some peace for you; the beach.

Water rushed against the pier as you stood there alone, looking out at the water lapping against the wooden structure in careless waves. Your sobs had lessened during the drive to the water, but they had not completely left you. Sure, the human you had been so enraptured with of late may not have been the love of your life, but he was good and pure, he cared about you and you cared about him. He didn’t deserve to die.

“Y/N?” Kol’s unmistakable voice called out from behind you, quiet and insecure. His tone pleaded for you to look at him, to show him the depths of how badly he had hurt you, but most importantly, to tell him you were ok. But for the first time in years you found yourself unable to give your friend what he needed, and instead you simply let your gaze fall to your feet.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, aching to come closer to you, to pull you to him and give you comfort for the pain he had caused, but he stayed where he was, knowing that in that moment you needed some space. “Tell me what I can do to make this up to you.”

That was the final straw. It felt as though something had broken within you as you turned to face him, still unable to bring yourself to actually look at him. He thought he could fix this, and while usually you would find some way that he could fix whatever ill he had caused you, you did not think that were possible this time. For a moment his hand reached out towards you, as if he wanted to dry your tears from your cheeks, but he soon thought better of it and let his hand drop to his side in defeat, waiting for you to say something, anything.

“How could you?” you questioned, trying to appear strong and confident, but your voice betrayed you, coming out small and fractured instead. “How could you kill him, Kol? I loved him!” as you spoke your tone gained strength in your anger, and before you knew it you were shouting. “He wasn’t just some plaything for you to throw away! He was my boyfriend, he was my partner! He was mine!”

Unable to hold back any longer, Kol rushed to your side, pulling you to him despite your protests. Holding you tightly against his chest, he merely grimaced as your fists curled and hit him, weakening with every punch until you were once more sobbing your heart out, held up only by Kol’s arms around you.

For once in his life, Kol was silent, not knowing what to say, and petrified of saying the wrong thing. Gently he ran his hand against your arm in a soothing motion, willing you to calm your breathing until your tears fell silently, unhindered by the sobs that had wracked your body moments earlier. He had always been able to calm you, and while you usually relished that fact, right in that moment it had you terrified. How could he still be the one person who could calm you down when he was the one responsible for your pain?

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Kol whispered into your hair, refusing to let you go as he continued his soothing motions against your arm. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he admitted with a sigh, his heart aching at the thought of losing you. “But please, I know it’s a lot to ask, but please, Y/N, don’t hate me forever. I couldn’t cope with that.”

Pulling away from his hold, a frown filled your features as you took in his equally broken state. It was rare that you saw any form of remorse or guilt on your friend’s face, but right then they seemed to be the only emotions that had ever sat there, so full and heavy they instantly erased any hint of previous happiness from him.

“How can I not?” you asked, desperate to know the answer. You didn’t want to hate him, he was the one person that had stuck by you your entire life. Sure, the entire Mikaelson family had been there in some form or another since that day they had accidentally turned you only weeks after their own transitions into vampires, but none had been there for you like Kol. No one had fought for you, had killed for you, no one had spent sleepless nights at your side just to make sure you were ok.

“I was stupid,” he nodded, desperation filling his words as his eyes caught yours, flooding you with emotions. “I was stupid and jealous and reckless, and I should never have done what I did, and, God, Y/N, I can’t lose you.”

The admission threw you off somewhat. Kol was a very many things, but responsible was not one of them, and the fact that he was not only admitting to his actions, but the stupidity behind them had you in a stunned silence. But then your mind focused on something else. He was jealous. Jealous of what, you had no idea. Of the fact you were spending time with some human and not constantly at his side? Jealous of the fact that you had a life outside of the Mikaelson drama? Or, perhaps, just perhaps, jealous of the relationship you had?

“Kol, what are you-” you started, only to be interrupted by a suddenly nervous and jittering Kol.

“What if I told you I’m in love with you? What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands fell to his sides, his gaze fixating on water splashing against the pier you were standing on, refusing to look at you as you processed his words.

There was no chance he could be telling the truth, that was your first thought. But why would he lie? What would he possibly have to gain by saying something like that if it wasn’t true? And suddenly your mind was filled with all the little moments of the centuries where he had gone out of his way to keep you safe, to keep you happy. All the fights and forays he had started in your name, all the times he had stood up to his brother on your account. And then, without warning, the little voice you had thought you had silenced some centuries earlier piped up once more, cheerfully pointing out that despite how much you may have fought it, despite how much you may have pretended the feelings weren’t there, you had loved him for just as long.

Hesitantly, somewhat scared he would suddenly start laughing and shouting that it was all some kind of sick joke, you placed your hand against his cheek, encouraging him to look at you once more. Raising his head, Kol shut his eyes in earnest, clinging onto the warmth that came from your hold whilst terrified at what he might see were he to look at you.

So, you did the only thing that came naturally in that moment. Raising yourself onto your tip-toes, your lips met his in the softest of kisses. There were no fireworks or explosions as your lips met, but a feeling of warmth and familiarity instantly enraptured you both, and suddenly he was pulling you to him, kissing you with a passion that had been building up, hidden and pushed aside for a thousand years.

Pulling apart because of that pesky little necessity called oxygen, you looked up to him, revelling in his joy filled gaze, neither of you willing to truly part as your foreheads met with a tender sigh.

“Just so we’re clear,” you smiled up at him, a hint of a smirk playing on the corners of your lips, “there will be no more jealous murders, right?”

“Not sure I can promise that, love,” Kol smirked back at you, pulling away just enough to place a loving kiss to your forehead.

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axelsagewrites · 7 years ago

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Alec Lightwood*Downworlder

Requested by anonymous:

Alec x reader where she's a downworlder and he brings her to the institute and some Shadowhunters insults her and he gets mad?

Alec X Downworlder!reader

The reader is female, as asked by anonymous.

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Being a downworlder and dating a shadowhunter was hard work, no one could deny that. Especially in New York. Theirs a huge divide in NYC when it comes to downworlders and shadowhunter, even within the downworld there are big divides. None the less I found myself dating a shadowhunter, Alec Lightwood to be precise. I had met him when he was on business investigating a vampire den that was in the building across from me. He had to question the downworlders who lived in the surrounding area and I was one of them. Only after the serious questions we had a drink and asked each other better questions. It blossomed into a beautiful relationship but it had its hardships. I had never visited him in the institute and because of that, I hadn’t even met his sister or parabatai. We were from 2 different worlds but we made it work. Alec had crashed at my flat last night since his mission was late at night and he couldn’t be bothered walking back to the institute. I didn’t mind at all. He had to leave the next morning at 8 but he accidentally forgot his phone. Fuck. I couldn’t phone him, obviously, and knowing him he wouldn’t notice till he needed it. Like on a mission. So I got dressed to go to the institute. Since it was my first time at the institute and possibly running into his friends I may have dressed up a bit. A nice sweater, jeans that weren’t ripped, black boots I had bought last week and a necklace Alec had gotten me. I looked put together at least. I grabbed the phone, slipped it into my pocket and went out my apartment. Since it was around 8 and I was lazy I just phoned a taxi. “You realise this is an abandoned church right?” the taxi driver, who was actually a good person to chat too, asked when he couldn’t see the grand cathedral I could. “Yup.” I paid and tipped him and got out the taxi. It was half 8 and from what Alec had told me I knew most if not all shadowhunters would be up and working. I took a deep breath and walked up to the institute. I had to stand and wait and hope the person who came out wasn’t a dick. I was lucky though as I saw a little redhead come out. Clary. Alec had told me about her and how she was an annoyance and I also knew she was new so most likely wouldn’t question me too much. “How can I help you?” She asked politely. Most shadowhunters hate downworlders so it was a surprise, though she still had a blade in her hand. “I'm looking for Alec Lightwood,” She furrowed her brows and looked confused. “We’re dating. He forgot his phone.” I held up his phone and she nodded. “Yeah, he was looking for that.” She took the phone and turned around. I kinda expected that but I didn’t expect her to turn back to me, “Do you want to see him? I can give you clearance.” “That would be…cool.” I decided after a moment. I don’t know if he’d want me too but we’d been dating for 8 months so I hoped he wouldn’t mind. It would have to happen eventually. Clary walked inside and came back out a couple minutes later. “Follow me.” She smiled. I did and she guided me through the institute. Shadowhunters saw me and either frowned, made unpleasant faces or shoved past me. Clary sent me an apologetic smile but didn’t say anything. We reached the main room and Clary looked around. “He was here,” she frowned. “He’s probably just in the bathroom. We can wait.” She quickly added. At first, no one said anything to us but did give me a few weird looks. It wasn’t until we had started a friendly conversation did anyone say anything. “Fucking scum.” He muttered as he shouldered past me. I shook it off, I didn’t expect any better anyway. A couple more people did something similar but I didn’t say anything. Neither did Clary or anyone.

Alecs pov (never done this before)

I had left the computers to file some stuff away. An older shadowhunter, Chris, I think walked in muttering something. “Everything ok?” I asked. I didn’t care about him and it was clear in my voice. He was kind of an ass. “Some downworlder scum is in the main room.” “What’d they do?” I really hoped I didn’t have even more work because someone showed some mundies some ‘magic tricks’ again. He scoffed. “Their talking to Valentines daughter like their friends. Doesn't she get their scum?” I didn’t respond, only clenched my jaw. It was only after I started dating (Y/N) that I noticed how people talked about downworlders. How I used to talk about them. I decided to go check on them. (Y/N) had shown me I should have respect towards downworlders so I wanted to make sure no one was being a dick and giving the institute a bad name. I really didn’t want that. I walked into the main room and scanned the crowd. I saw Clary standing with someone but I could only see them from the back. I was walking closer to them when someone called across the room “Either lock her up or kick her out. She’s a downworlder.” The girl turned around and my heart sunk. (Y/N) had tears in her eyes no matter how much I knew she tried to be strong. We made eye contact and she took something off Clary and walked over to me. “You forgot this.” She mumbled before hurrying off. I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t go,” I whispered to her. “He was always rude. Don’t take it personally.” “Its fine,” she gave me a clear fake smile. “I’m used to it. So are all of us.” “Who’s us?” “Downworlders” she whispered before walking away. This time I didn’t grab her hand. Instead, I turned around to Jace who had walked over. “Stop her from leaving.” “Alec-“ “That’s an order,” I spoke firm and kept walking. I was currently the head while mother was away so I wasn’t going to let anyone get away with insulting downworlders.

(Y/N) POV

I was just about to walk out the door when I heard someone yell “Wait.” I turned to see Jace running towards me. Alec had told me about him and showed me a couple photos of him and Jace. Also some of him and Izzy, his sister. I knew they were parabatai so I also knew I could trust him. “Alec wants you to stay.” I sighed. “Look, I know about you and Alec.” I raised my eyebrows. “We’re parabatai, closer than a brother, I know when he’s happy and in love.” My heart fluttered at that. “he only told me this morning. Please stay.” “Fine,” I muttered. He grinned. “So whats Alec like as a boyfriend?” Jace and I chatted about funny stories about Alec as we searched for him. We found him in the training room beating the crap out of some shadowhunter. Alec slammed them into a wall and spat “Don’t insult her again.” Before dropping her. Jace and I were speechless when he turned around and saw us. “You stayed.” He spoke quietly, through his panting. “What did you do?” I asked once I got my voice back. Alec looked at the person on the floor. He was currently trying to stand. “He’s the one who yelled at you. And I’ll do the same to anyone who insults my girl.” Alec marched out the training room to the main room. Jace and I followed. “Attention everyone!” He yelled which made everyone look at him. “While I’m in charge no ones to insult downworlders. Anyone who is discriminative towards them will go under questioning to see if you’re fit for mission work.” Everyone was speechless. “Back to work.” He barked. Alec turned back to me. “You shouldn’t be used to the insults.” “You didn’t have to do that,” I mumbled, a blush covering my face. Alec wrapped his arms around me. “I did. I protect who I love and your no different. Besides,” he added. “You taught me not to hate so I’ll teach them the same.” “By punching the hell out them?” “If that’s what it takes.”

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nightwitchwriter · 4 years ago

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This was suppose to be done on Mabon (look up the date if you don’t know), but stuff happens whether you want it or not. Enjoy.

Chapter 3: Revelation

Will’s P.O.V.

I flew back to my house, with the ingredients my mom asked for, on her list for our Mabon dinner.

“So, you’ll be able to help me on my project?” I asked the person on my phone

“Sure. It shouldn’t be that hard. I was there the past two centuries. You could do holidays, like Christmas. It’s been relatively the same.”

“Yeah, if you don’t take in commercialization being taken to the extreme.”

“Hehe. True.”

The person I’m talking to is Antony Agostini. He’s a vampire that’s been around since the 1800s. And yes, vampires are real, but not like the ones from Twilight. And I’m sure you already guessed, he’s not the only one. Throughout the world’s entire population, there are about over 100,000 vampires in existence.

“So I’ll see you this weekend?” I asked landing on my balcony. I take the bags off my broom.

“Sure. I’ll finish work early and drop by your place.” he agreed

“You’re a peach, Tony.”

“And you're a sweet treat.”

I giggled as I hung up. We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend in lovers terms, but we are close friends. He’s been calling me that since I was eight.

I opened the balcony door, and dropped the bags in a basket, before making a beeline to one of the hall closets. Suddenly, I heard a crash from the other door. Turning to the side, thinking it was Faye, my eyes widened in fear when I saw Nick staring at me, shock all over his face. Aw, shit.

What is he even doing here? How did he even know where I lived?

Awkward silence filled the room.

“You were flying on a broomstick!” he blurted out

“That’s the first thing you say?!” Seriously, that’s really his first choice of words?

“I just saw you outside the window! You were floating towards the balcony on a broom! What the hell?!”

It got even worse when Tippy came out of nowhere and landed on Nick’s shoulder. Now, when you think of the name Tippy, you think of a squirrel, right? This is not the case. Tippy is our family’s pet teacup dragon, a furry little creature with horns and feathered wings. And very curious about newcomers.

The two looked at each other, before Nicked panicked. Tippy flew to the closest shelf, as Nick fell to the floor. Tippy hissed at Nick, and I tried to call him down, before he accidentally attacks him.

“Tippy?” Faye poked her head into the room, seeing the pet on the shelf. “Tippy!”

She opened her arms, to which Tippy flew to. He snuggled around her neck, like a cat, before resting in her arms. She then noticed Nick on the floor, staring at her, before turning to me with a smug grin on her face.

“You’re in trouble.” she sang

“Don’t flatter yourself, you little imp. I know you had a part in this.”

She stuck her tongue out and ran back to her room.

We both looked at each other again, and another few moments of silence started again, until...

“You’re a witch?!”

Really? I swear, I felt an anger vein pop on my forehead.

“Your question’s timing is off! My god! Was it the pointy hat or the broom that gave it away?” I asked sarcastically, pointing at my hat and motioning my broom.

“The smoking cauldron, actually.” He pointed towards the iron black cauldron, black smoking coming from below the cover.

“Shit! It’s not supposed to do that!” I quickly ran over to the pot, taking the pot off, stirring the stew that was supposed to be simmering. Luckily, it wasn’t too badly burnt.

“Wait, you’re not supposed to be a witch!” Nick exclaimed

“Excuse me?”

“It was supposed to be an image! For appearances! You were supposed to have stuffed animals, pink walls and friggin’ ponies posters! You weren’t supposed to be an actual witch!” he yelled

“How dare you! Just because I don’t have stuffed animals in my room, doesn’t mean I’m not who I say I am! Besides, I'm sure you realize by now, but this isn’t my room.”

Nick just gave a blank stare.

“What?”

“You have stuffed animals in your room, don’t you?”

I embarrassingly blushed. The way he said that sounded more statement, than question.

“F-forget this! What are you even doing here?!”

“For our stupid project! Why else would be here?”

“Oh you to be kidding me. This isn’t even my room!”

“Your sister said left!”

After another moment of awkward silence and heavy breathing from the yelling, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him out of the room. I shut the door behind us and turned the knob, changing the color from green to purple. I opened the door again, revealing my actual room.

“Holy, crap.” Nick ducked under my arms to take closer, look, to which I took the opportunity to kick him inside, before shutting the door behind us and locking it.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“What do you think? You sneak into my house, in an attempt to find my room.”

“First of all, your mom let me in. I told her that we are doing a project together, which is true, so she let me in.”

“You couldn’t just call or email? We do have that.”

“You never answered.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Nick sighed. “So, you’re a witch? Like a real witch? Like Bewitched and Sabrina witch?”

I sighed. “Yes, I’m a witch. So is my sister, and so is my mom.”

“And your dad?”

“Not a witch, but knows how to keep a secret.” I glared at him.

Nick swallowed as he stared at me nervously. “So, should I not call you a witch or…”

I held out my hand to stop him before he continued. “No, its fine. Just don’t touch anything.”

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Nick’s P.O.V.

I watched as Will looked through her bag for a few seconds before unlocking the lock to her door, and going through it.

“Stay here. Don’t move.” She warned. She quickly shut the door and locked it. Panicked, I went for the door, not only to find it open, but somehow turned into her closet. Jesus, technology ain’t got nothing on magic. I can’t believe I just said that.

Well, with nothing else to do but wait on Will, why not snoop through her room. Granted, not the smartest choice, but she did lock me in her room so, oh well.

I search her room, which is surprisingly organized. No creepy altar, no potions, nothing. While there were a few witchy stuff, they could be mistaken for toys or collector’s items. I was accurate on the stuffed animals and dolls. Her closet however, tells a different story. There were bright colors, dark colors, plaid and patterns. If had this many styles of clothing, then why doesn’t she wear them at school? Suddenly…

“GET OUT OF MY CLOSET!!” Will’s voice went through my head. It felt like I was in a room of large bells and they were ringing at the same time.

“Will?” I questioned my sanity, as I looked around for her, but not seeing her. “Are you speaking into my head?”

“Yes. its called telekinesis. Now get out!”

“How'd you know I’m in your closet?”

“Out!”

I quickly got out of the closet, and once I did it quickly shut behind me. The doorknob turned to the side, and out came Will, glaring at me as usual. She was carrying some type of tube in her hand.

“How’d you do that?” I asked more curious, than fearful now.

“Not telling. Now get out. I got family coming over for Mabon later, and I don’t want them questioning who the heck you are.”

I knew I should leave, but finding out that the school’s witch is an actual witch, peaked my curiosity. So I decided to go against my better judgement. “No.”

“What? Why not?”

“If you answer some of my questions, then I’ll leave.”

“Fine. But you only get three.”

“Okay. Um… How are you a witch?” I hurried through my question, without much thought on what to ask.

“I’m a hereditary witch. We’re born to do magic. Next.”

“What’s Mabon?”

“It’s basically Thanksgiving for witches and family. Last question.”

“Ok. How come you wear only black, when you have all those other clothing?”

She hesitated, red coloring her cheeks.

“I,... I… I can’t color coordinate.”

My cheeks puffed out trying not to laugh. “You can’t color coordinate?! Really?” I ended up failing, probably risking my life further by laughing at a witch.

“Alright, you got your questions. Now get out!” she ordered, still embarrassed. She started to push me out.

“What about the project?”

“We’ll work on it tomorrow after school. Now go!”

“Wilhelmina!”

Wilhelmina? Is that her name? My guess that it was her mom calling.

“Go!”

“Alright. See you tomorrow.”

This time she directed me towards the side down of the apartment building, where she first went in, and slammed the door behind me. As I walked down to the bus stop, I think of the things I learn today. One, Will and her family are actual witches, with actual powers. Two, her real name is Wilhemina. To tell you the truth, I’d never would have guessed. Three, she can’t color coordinate. I continue to chuckle as I think about tomorrow.

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Will’s POV

The next day, dad dropped me off a school, early enough that the school wasn’t officially open, but kids, could still get inside.

“Hey Will.” I turned to see Maddy walking up towards me.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“I heard your dad’s car.” she answered

We continue our daily morning small talk, as we walked towards the school. I noticed Nick and his group by the edge of the school’s steps. We ignored them, as we walked passed them. But obviously, they didn’t decide to ignore us.

“Will!”

“Did someone call your name?” asked Maddy, just I opened the door.

“Who knows? Let’s just ignore him and go.”

“Will!”

“You sure? It sounds like Nick.”

“Again. Ignore him.”

“Wilhemina!”

I immediately froze the moment he said that. I turned around to see him being the only person staring at me. The few students outside, including Nick’s friends were looking around, confused, as to who the heck Wilhelmina is. Thank God, they’re stupid enough not to make the connection.

But how dare he!

I quickly stomped over to him, grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him through the school doors.

“Will?” questioned Maddy

“Sorry, Maddy. I’ll explain later. I’ll see you in class!”

I felt bad leaving my only friend in the dark, but this was serious.

Once we got to an empty classroom, I pushed him away.

“What. The. Hell.” I growled at him

“What?” he asked all so innocently

“How dare you say my name in public!”

“Isn’t it your name?”

“Yes, but I don’t want people to know my full name. It...” I hesitated before continuing. “...it brings a little mystery to me. Heck, if it wasn’t for the clothes I wear, they would have mistaken me for a boy a long time ago.”

I can see Nick trying not to laugh. “Don’t laugh! I’m serious!”

“Sorry. I needed to get your attention, and you were ignoring me. It wasn’t like I trying to embarrass you.” he said with a smile on his face

Liar.

“Also, I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Oh, God.”

“I though witches didn’t worship God.”

“Don’t mock me.”

I sighed as I rubbed the bridge between my eyes.

“So what do you want?” I groaned

“That place you came from. Where you were riding your broom? I know that wasn’t New York City. People would have noticed if there was a girl flying around on a broom.”

I saw that he was serious. Crap. I wasn’t expecting to see that too. It’s too late to wipe his memory, though I should have done that in the first place. I guess I have to tell my parents and break it to him slowly.

“Fine. I’ll tell you as we work on this project, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“How would you tell if I did?”

I took out a piece of paper and my athame switchblade, from my bag.

“Blood contract.”

“Isn’t that something the Devil would do!”

“Who said I’m not the devil?” I asked with a smirk

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Okay, I’m taking too long on this. Let me wrap this up.

For the next week, Nick and I worked on the project. As we did, I introduced him to the world of Arcanos. Think of it like a parallel world to Earth. After being grounded for two weeks and only getting released by passing on the project, I introduced him properly to my family. I even showed him a bit of Arcanos. It’s not technically a secret, but most residents of Arcanos are worried about regular humans. Faye wanted to meet his three sisters, but we’ll do that on a later date.

Hey Will, can you get your cat to stop staring at me? I know it sounds weird, but I feel like she’s staring directly into my soul.

Dalila stop staring at him!

But it’s so much fun! I love it when humans are weirded out like this!

Holy crap! It talked!

I’m a she! Not an it!

Okay, I gotta go before Nick either has a panic attack, or they attack each other.

I do not have panic attacks!

Anyway, gotta go!

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I ended up making this too long, so that’s why I cut it short like that (though its still long).

#witches #mabon 2020

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