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shelby-love · 4 years ago

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SIRIUS BLACK

A little Bit of Amortentia

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none this is a certified fluff piece (2.3K words)

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this! Harry Potter is such a great world, and I’d love to explore more of it. Requests for HP are OPEN!!

P.S for everyone wondering Remus is actually my favorite out of the Marauders

"Well I still think you're missing out," Lilly stated after a long rant and because of how sweet she was, she had decided to stop her mouth right at that sentence.

You only laughed lightly, pushing through the student body with Lily Evans hot on your robe. "Sneaking out to Hogsmeade is something I'm fine with missing out on."

She shook her head, determination settling hard in her brow. "That's beside the point."

"Then what is the point?" You asked, hugging your textbook closer to your chest. When you noticed that the auburn-haired girl was no longer by your side you bunched your brows together and turned around. "Lily? Lily, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide, bright green eyes blazing at you. "You seriously have no idea?"

You had idea of course. So much so that you felt embarrassed by the mere thought of it…

Him.

"Come Lily. We're late for Potions."

She shook her head and followed you reluctantly, only because she knew that your professor would surely be disappointed if you two showed up late. Lily and you were after all, Horace Slughorn's favorite students.

"This isn't over," She mumbled.

Perhaps for her it wasn't. Lily Evans tended to see the best in all people. It was the good in her that made her give in to James Potter little after Christmas this year after hating him her entire schooling at Hogwarts.

"He matured a lot," she would tell you, and while that might have been true for James it surely wasn't true for the boy you laid your desires upon.

Sirius Black.

Either he was purposely ignoring you, or he really was a dimwit.

***

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals." Horace Slughorn informed, keeping a safe distance from the steaming love potion. The rest of the girls in the class not so much. Each of them neared the potion little by little with a boy in mind. Lily and you both shared the same thoughts as those love-obsessed girls – only you didn't show it. Despite having boys in mind, Lily and you stood put.

"Lily, dear, how about you come here and tell us what you smell?"

You hard-pressed your shoulder against hers as she smiled shyly, obvious to what she was going to smell. James Potter stood at the other end of the assembly of students, looking at his lovely girlfriend with pure adornment.

For a second, they had you wondering if you could ever find love like that.

"Do you know why I asked Lily to tell us what she smells?" Horace asked, sending you a look that had a simple meaning.

"Because the potion is supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…" You answered quickly, just like he wanted you to.

"Marvelous Y/N. Good job," Slughorn praised you whilst ushering Lily to tell you all what she smelt. From the corner of your eye you managed to catch James' sly smirk as his eyes darted from you, to his very uninterested friend.

Sirius Black.

You swallowed, focusing your eyes on your best friend that stood in front of the potion, holding her hair so it doesn’t fall into the potion with a face as red as a tomato. "Vanilla, freshly cut oranges and –"

He cheeks flamed even more if that was even possible. She dashed away from the love potion and stood back next to you without revealing the third thing, although everyone knew already. James was grinning like an idiot. "What was the third smell?"

She shyly turned her mouth to your ear, "James' quidditch uniform."

You laughed out loud before Lily shushed you down frantically.

It was all fun and games until Horace called out for you, "Y/N would you mind telling us what you smell? Don't be shy now, come."

A part of you wanted to say "Yes, professor I would mind." but the other more rational, and smarter part of you had tied your hands behind your back in defeat. Lily gave you a push and sooner than later you found yourself standing over the love potion.

"I-I smell…" You inhaled slowly, the potion's fumes filling you up. Several different scents found their way into your nostrils, making you have a hard time deciphering them because of the sensual overdrive they gave you. "Roses…the smell of sea and-"

"Oh no," you mumbled, barely audible for everyone but yourself.

"Was there something you wanted to say dear?" Horace asked, having heard your mumbling barely.

"No…I um, smell petrichor," You stated somewhat awkwardly but very, very quickly. "You know, um, when the r-rain hits the ground…"

"Ah, yes," realization dawned upon your professor. "A lovely smell. A lovely smell indeed. Very well, miss Y/LN thank you. You may go back to your place."

Lily Evans waited for you, beaming, "Mind telling me what the third smell was?"

"Shut it Lily."

"But I told you mine!"

***

You glanced at the sign above the pink looking door and sighed. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, it said. You had known about this small tea shop that was located on a side road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village even before you had arrived at Hogwarts. A boy from Hufflepuff had taken you there on a date once, sometime during your fifth year. It wasn't an especially pleasant memory, being cramped and surrounded by snogging couples at only 15 with a boy you didn't particularly like that way. Nevertheless, it had happened, and there was nothing you could do about the lingering memory.

The overall cute place was owned by Madam Puddifoot; the same woman who dearly welcomed you in the moment you stepped through the door.

You hoped to spot Lily there, after all that's why you were there. When the front of your little notebook changed under the influence of the Protean charm, you knew it was Lily instantly. While the Marauders had their own tricks, maps and such, Lily and you had thought of something far more practical. It would do you good, the charm, as it was expected to be known by every student that wants to take the N.E.W.T.

A win-win situation that was.

But although Lily Evans was nowhere to be seen, you still decided to sit down, trusting her not to pull any tricks on you. Save for the snowy weather, your day has been good so far and you didn’t want anyone to disrupt it.

Cautiously, you sat down and leaned against the plush sofa, discarding your scarf and coat along the way.

"What can I get ya lovely?" A sweet woman asked, hearts practically swimming within her irises. A pale pink apron with daisies was secured tightly around her waist, dolling her up prettily.

"I actually won't be staying, I'm waiting for-" You started, although you were sure in the fact you were going to have to buy gilly water at the very least. Even waiting comes at a price here.

But that didn't seem to be the case as the bells jingle and a dark figure waltzes through. The ladies' man, a member of the Marauders that had the most beautiful features pursued by impeccable dark hair and grey eyes walked in without a care in the world. Sirius didn't know it, but he had your toes curling every time.

You immidiately glanced around the cute shop, seeing nothing but loving couples.

No lone girl in the shop save for you.

Realization struck you in the gut and you swallowed, wanting now more than ever to disappear into a hole…or turn into a little bird and fly away.

His eyes swept across the stuffed shop, getting attention of several girls who were obviously there on a date. Boys exchanged distasteful glances between themselves, sensing Sirius to be an equal competitor that could easily give them a run for their money. "Y/N?"

You dared to say his voice softened upon seeing you. "Sirius."

Sirius' smile widened teasingly. It looked like the smile he would give his best of friends.

But you didn't want that. Not that you would tell him that.

He glanced around the shop once again before slipping into the free chair opposite of you. Without a care in the world, he stripped his snowy coat off his shoulders, his muscles tensing under the movements.

You swallowed.

"I'll have some butterbeer thank you," Sirius said, pulling out a generous amount of sickles for the waiting waitress you forgot was even standing there.

"And the lovely lady?" She mused, giving you a wink.

"Pumkin juice." You choke out.

Like a real gentleman, Sirius halted your attempt to pay for your drink with a raised hand and a wink.

Why does everyone keep winking?

You shook your head at the rogue thought.

"4 sickles young lad."

Sirius handed her the coins and she disappeared, leaving a trail of literal hearts whisking underneath her steps. "Talk about exaggeration."

Sirius' low chuckle at your random comment had you flustered immediately.

"So –" You both voiced at the same time.

"No, you first." You said quickly, brushing some misplaced strands of hair out of the way.

"You can go fi-"

You gave Serius the look you would usually give Remus and James many times on many different occasions; the one that said not to argue with you. Only this time it felt like a completely different look. It intrigued the stubborn boy even more; dragging him deeper into the pit of feelings he had for you.

"Fine," he said, casually twining his fingers atop the table. "I have a question."

"Um…o-kay."

He smiled at your nervousness and decided at that moment to just blurt out the question that's been nagging him since it happened. "What did you smell during potions yesterday?"

"Y-you mean when I smelled the Amortentia?" The strongest love potion ever created that had the ability to reveal ones biggest attractions with a simple sniff. “That potion?”

"Mhmm," he said. "If you tell me what you smelled, I'll tell you what I smelled."

"You must be bloody joking," You exclaimed. Almost everyone knew that you smelled someone. Not just the rain and roses. Someone.

Unlike with Lily, they had no idea who it was.

No one knew save for Lily who probably told James.

Who probably told Remus?

Remus, Peter…

Sirius.

A million thoughts raced through your head. What at first was a blind date will turn out to be the biggest prank the Marauders ever pulled on someone. The biggest prank in Marauders history. You were sure of it.

"I-I should go," you muttered, grabbing your bag and coat in a haste to get out.

Sirius' eyes went wide in alarm, "What are you doing, Y/N? Where are you going?"

"Away from you," You said sternly. "I don't plan on being your new plaything so just leave me alone."

"Woah, woah, woah. Why would you think that?" He asked with what looked like genuine confusion as he held your hands in a vise grip to stop you from leaving.

"B-because…" Words stopped coming once you realized.

Telling him the reason behind it would ruin everything.

"Because you like me?"

You stared at him in shock, eyes widened to the size of a quidditch snitch. No, a bludger. "I don't know what to say to that."

Sirius outright laughed at you and your attempt to conceal what you both already knew, "Look…"

You swallowed.

"I like you too Y/N."

"I know, so let's just forget this ever happen- Wait what did you just say?"

The two of you were, unbeknownst to you in that moment, holding hands atop the cute table, looking like a real couple at that moment to anyone who walked into the shop.

"I like you," He repeated slowly, more audibly for you to comprehend this time. "I know I've been a…"

"Bully," You butted in quickly.

"No I wasn't!"

"Severus begs to differ," You reminded.

"Whatever," Sirius brushed you off, tightening his hold on your two hands. Warmth seemed to come off him in waves, making it all the more comfortable to be in his hold. No wonder girls fawned around him. "What I'm trying to say is – the four of us were idiots, and you were the girl I thought I didn't deserve."

You almost melted.

"So, when I saw what James has with Lily," He confessed. "I wanted that…but with you."

"So why didn't you come up to me?"

"Thought you'd reject me," He said quickly.

"True."

The way he looked at you had you tumbling down your brain for word, "B-but you've changed… And I like you too Sirius."

"I'd like to take you out somewhere else," Sirius proposed. "If you'd have me."

"Of course," You smiled, for the first time freely. "I'd like that very much."

Never in a million years would you have guessed this would be happening; Sirius standing behind you, helping you with your coat…

And holding your hand on the way out.

"You still didn't tell me."

“Tell you what?”

"What you smelled in the Amortentia."

The question didn't sound so attacking as it did 10 minutes ago, and you felt like you could answer it with more ease. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Fine," You stopped somewhere in the middle of the square, feeling quite brave and bold. "You."

He didn't look surprised, maybe relieved more than surprised. The relief shone in his grey eyes, you could see it. His long black hair blew against the wind that swept through Hogsmeade in a wildly matter. Sirius seemed closer now more than ever as he gazed into your eyes. Whilst you probably looked crazy in the cold wind, the weather only seemed to compliment the once a big troublemaker before you.

"Good."

You creased your brows, "You didn't tell me what you smelled."

Sirius chuckled, "You of course."

Pleased with his answer, you let him do something you've been dreaming about for quite some time.

He kissed you.

The kiss felt electrical, making your body go haywire. Sparks, as cliché as they sound, they were there, present from the moment the kiss started and until it ended. Sirius had his warm hand against your cold cheek, bringing you closer than ever before.

You hadn't shared this with any other boy save for the one you were with right now.

You didn't have what Lily and James did because their love was theirs and theirs only.

Sirius and you will build a love of your own. Something characteristic to you two only. Here in Hogsmeade, or wherever in the world. A long life was ahead of you and you, now more than ever, felt like you could do anything.

Even pass the N.E.W.T.

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hotpinkrathian · 4 years ago

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The Chief's Secret

(Kyalin)

A small get together is being thrown at air temple island, its been a while since everyone's seen each other so they decided to have a group supper to catch up.

It wasn't until Lin removed her armor, out of pure habit that she realized her mistake.

"Uh, Beifong, what is that?" Korra asked, looking at a point next to her shoulder. Lin looked down at her chest, blushing.

"Its nothing, collateral damage is all." Korra leaned in closer, her hands on her hips, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Oh my Raava. I know what that is! Asami! Beifong's got a hickey!" Lin face palmed, urging Korra to keep her voice down. Asami ran over, her eyes widening at the sight.

"Korra you werent kidding." Asami said, her too looking closer.

"Stop it," Lin grunted, bending her armour back on, concealing it again.

"Well well well..." Korra smiled deviously, "looks like you owe us an explanation."

"I owe you nothing!" Lin spat, crossing her arms.

"Fine. I'll just ask your sister." Lins eyes widened in terror as Korra hollered for Su, who looked at them from across the way. Korra waved for her to come over and Lin almost sent her flying with a Boulder the size of the island.

"Whats up you guys? Lin," Su smiled with a dip of her head.

"Su, I have something to ask you..." Korra grinned evily and Lin looked away in embarrassment.

"Anything Korra."

"Where might Lin get a hickey?" Su turned to Lin, her eyes wide and filled with an unreasonable amount of excitement.

"Lin!" She gasped, "what is she talking about?"

"Its nothing," Lin replied in her best attempt at a casual voice.

"Its not nothing, spill the tea!" Asami chipped in. Before Lin could reply, Su bent her armor off her, revealing the bruise on its prominent place on her collarbone.

"Oh my God," Su said with a grin. "Lin!" She added in a high pitched tone, giving her sister a friendly swat.

"Its not a big deal. Just a one night thing." She lied. She knew it was much more than a one night thing. But it was her thing, she didn't need them tainting it.

"Is there more?" Su asked, looking Lin up and down.

"No! Stop with the ridiculous questions!"

"Oh there's definitely more," Korra said with confidence. Lin sighed in frustration, just when she didn't think things could get worse, Kya walked up beside Su.

"Whats going on here?" Kya said, her smirk telling Lin she already knew.

"Beifong's got a hickey," Korra replied.

"She won't say anything," Su added, narrowing her eyes.

"A hickey? Well Lin I had no idea that was your thing," Kya said with a wink. Lin gave her an angry glare, and Kya just stuck her tongue out in response.

"Its no one's business," she said again, knowing it wouldn't be enough to satisfy them.

"Look, Lin just tell us some details, maybe how he looked, his height, where he works, his name..." Asamis's attempt at... whatever that was failed miserably when Lin scoffed.

"Whoever it was, it looks like you two had a good time." Kya said, running her tongue over her lips.

"Oh we did," Lin said, deciding to change her course of action, "it was like nothing I've ever done before. It was so raw, neither of us expected it, and before you ask, Korra, I was indeed on top." Everyone's jaw dropped, but Lin only looked at Kya whos look of surprise changed to anger at Lin's lie. Kya loved to be topped, and thats usually how things went, but not last night. The waterbender was good at what she did, and she knew it, but Lin would never give her the satisfaction of saying so.

"Wow, I thought that only happened in my dreams," the Avatar replied, getting a nudge from Asami.

"Suppers ready!" Pemas voice called over the crowd.

"Good timing." Lin smirked as she left the crowd. She was well aware of Kya following her, the waterbender's footsteps heavy with anger. Lin took a seat, feeling Kya's hair rub against her arm.

"You are a cruel, cruel woman."

"Thanks, I try."

"If you want a repeat of last night I suggest you fix this."

"I told you not to leave one."

"I can't help it. Have you seen yourself naked?" With that Kya pulled her mouth from Lin's ear, flopping aggressively down next to her.

Dinner started in a sweet silence Lin managed to avoid and further questions about the bruise, coming up with a bullet wound just in case. But she was well aware of her sisters eyes staring at her from across the table, her pupils filled with questions. She was also well aware of Kya's hand stroking her thigh underneath the table. The waterbender rubbed it on the outside at first, then she went up, and on the inside. Currently, she gripped it, squeezing lightly as Lin tried to manage a conversation with Zhu-Li.

"So anyway I think if we were..." she trailed off, Kya's touch distracting her.

"Sorry can you give me a minute? I just need to run to the powder room." Zhu Li nodded and Lin stood up, more abruptly and pronounced than she had wanted, but she dipped her head quietly at the table before dismissing herself.

As expected, Kya followed her to the bathroom a couple minutes later, using their secret knock to let Lin know it was her.

"You are intolerable." Lin said when the door was closed.

"That was not what you said last night," Kya smirked, crossing her arms. Lin glared at her, promoting Kya to place her hands on Lin's shoulders, rubbing a thumb over the hickey.

"You can't possibly think its easy for me to see them standing out there, ogling you, wondering about your serial escapades, assuming its with, dare I say it, men." Kya elaborated, her smirk turning into a frown.

"I never said it was a guy."

"But people expect that, Lin thats just the way things are." Lin frowned.

"I'm sorry, but, I did get you riled up."

"And I got you back, so I'd say we're even."

"Not quite," Lin said, pulling Kya into a kiss. Kya giggled, wrapping her arms around Lin's neck.

"What compelled you to take your armor off? You wear it all the time and tonight you decided would be a good time to go without?" Kya chuckled.

"Its this island, it makes me want to remove layers."

"Its the island? Or someone on it?" Kya suggested, pulling herself to kiss behind Lin's ear.

"The island. You're not the only one I've undressed here for." Kya pulled away, swatting Lin on the chest.

"Really?"

"Sorry, sorry. You are the only one who currently makes me want to undress on this island."

"Better, but you need to work on your flirting."

"You thought my flirting was just fine on Saturday."

"Perfect. Now we better get back to that dinner, or Su is going to suspect something."

"Ugh. Fine." Lin opened the door, and Korra fell into the bathroom, Su and Asami standing behind her with wide eyes. Korra looked up to Lin from her spot on the floor.

"Oh hey Lin I didn't know anyone was in here." The avatar said weakly. Lin sighed , offering her hand to Korra who took it.

"Well?" Lin asked them.

"Ummm, just to clarify," Korra started, "I didn't get a whole lot of that conversation, what I did get was hot by the way, but you guys are... um.... banging it out right?" Kya looked to Lin, doing her best to hide her smile.

"Yes, Korra." Lin admitted.

"Ob let's go!" The avatar cheered, high fiving Asami.

"Lin," Su said, "why didn't you say anything?"

"Because of that," Lin replied, pointing to Korra who danced around a laughing Asami in her moment of glee.

"We were keeping it on the down low," Kya elaborated, "we planned on telling you guys soon, but its sensitive. Lin has a very reknown role in the city, and some people won't see her the same way if this type of thing were too.... come out." Su frowned, looking at Kya and then Lin.

"I understand," she said after a moment. "So I take it this is more than you two 'banging it out?'" Lin felt herself blush, and she turned to Kya who had a similar color to her cheeks.

"Yeah, its a little more than that." Kya replied, a smile spreading across her lips. She was looking directly at Lin, who smiled in return.

"Well, I'm happy for you, and Lin, please don't be a stranger. I know we've had our troubles, but you can tell me anything."

"Thank you Su," Lin replied, "do you mind keeping it on the down-low? At least until we tell Tenzin?"

"Of course, anything. But, those two might be harder to convince." Theh looked to Korra, who was still chanting around an exhausted Asami, Lin was glad that at least she had processed the news.

"Beifong's gotta girlfriend!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, our avatar," she said sarcastically. The three of them laughed, and Lin felt the hairs on her arms raise when Kya gripped her arm, running her hand down it briefly. They returned to the table, after swearing Korra to secrecy, enjoying the rest of the meal in a newfound peace. That didn't stop Kya from leaving soft touches every now and then on Lin's leg.

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Kya froze her hands to the headboard, she took the liberty of pulling off her top, leaving her breasts displayed in her white bra, and exposing her underside with only a simple lace thong to cover up. She heard a knock on the door, her excitement bubbling up.

"Come in," she said in the most sultry voice she could muster. The door opened, and instead of Lin's usual heart stopping beauty, a bald head, covered only with a blue arrow stepped in.

"Kya have you- Oh my Raava!" Tenzin said, covering his eyes.

"Tenzin!" Kya yelled, breaking her icy restraints and covering herself with a blanket. "Knock next time!"

"I did knock! Why did you tell me to come in?!"

"I thought you were someone else?"

"Who?" As if summoned by Vaatu herself, Lin came in through Kya's window.

"Sorry I'm late I got caught up- Tenzin?" Lin looked to Kya eitha panick and the waterbender shrugged, her face scrunched up in a cringe.

"Lin?" He asked in confusion. He looked to Lin, then to Kya, then back to Lin, a horrified look of realization on his face.

"Oh-oh my..." he said, his voice barely audible.

"You and Lin... you? Kya?" He stammered. Kya bit her lips together, shaking her head up and down. Tenzin placed a hand against the doorframe to stabilize himself and Lin's face went red with embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" Kya whispered while Tenzin was rebooting in the corner.

"I came in through the window because there were acolytes outside the dorms."

"Its cleaning day," Tenzin said from his spot by the door, "they stay up later to clean the dormitories."

"Tenzin," Kya spoke gently, "this has been great, but can Lin and I have some privacy?." Tenzin nodded, backing out of her room as if he hand seen the ghost of Kyoshi.

"What happened?" Lin asked.

"I thought he was you!"

"Weren't you listening for the knock?"

"I was distracted!" Kya protested, nodding toward the headboard which still had ice stuck to it. Lin put her palm to her face with a sigh.

"Well its out now." She groaned. Kya walked up to her, placing a hand under her jaw.

"Hey, maybe this is a good thing," Kya said. "Maybe this means we can take this thing a little further."

"Further than this?" Lin said sarcastically, looking at Kya's outfit, or lack thereof.

"Haha. I did this for you, remember."

"I'm sure under different circumstances I would appreciate it."

"Yes, well what I meant is, maybe its time we make this more than a couple dates, more than the sporadic sex, which I love, but why don't we I don't know.... be together? For real this time." Lin looked at her, and for a moment Kya thought she ruined it.

"Okay." Lin replied after a moment.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I like you Kya. And I want more too. Starting with severing all ties to this island."

"Normally I'd disagree, but I'm so happy I'll do whatever you want right now." Lin raised an eyebrow, and Kya took the opportunity to wink.

"After we get to your place."

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be11atrixthestrange · 4 years ago

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Waking Up In Vegas Chapter 12

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

Ao3 | FFN

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[Hermione]

It takes all of Hermione's effort to maintain focus. Her wandering mind threatens to suck her in like quicksand, taunting her with the recent memory of her perfect morning in bed with Ron. She can still feel Ron's legs tangled up with hers, swimming together in the luxurious satin sheets. The way his hands explored her body, tracing every curve with both firm confidence and tenderness, leaving a trail of goosebumps that reappear now. The faint smell of his cologne clings to her skin, leftover from when he pinned her to the bed, and remembering the taste of spearmint and coffee as he kissed her makes her mouth water. She wants more.

Ron's casual demeanor of the present moment isn't helping. She watches him down the line, deep in conversation with Seamus and Dean. His whole face lights up as he laughs at a joke Seamus just told. When he speaks, he uses his entire body; his eyes glow with enthusiasm, and his hands punctuate his every word. Unlike Hermione, he doesn't seem acutely aware of what he's doing with his arms, how he's standing, or whether he looks natural. He makes looking normal seem so easy.

Be cool, Hermione.

Any hope of emulating his calm confidence shatters when he catches her eye and winks. Her cheeks burn, her heart drums against her chest, and butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Or not.

The group is waiting patiently for their turn to enter The Slug Club, which can only be defined as a combination of a nightclub, theme park, and a casino. Hermione and Ron landed on this location for Harry and Ginny's joint hen and stag party for its all-in-one benefits. Less time wasted traveling between multiple venues means more time to kick back and relax, while eliminating the risk of losing someone during transitions.

Ginny jolts Hermione back to the present when she sidles up next to her and flings an arm around her shoulder. "So, where'd you sleep last night?"

Panic sets in as Hermione glances at her friend — Ginny's wearing a smug, knowing expression. She decides to play dumb. "What do you mean, Ginny?"

"C'mon, you weren't in your room. I came by to check on you! Did you spend the night with that guy from the bar?" Her eyebrows raise suggestively as she awaits an answer.

Hermione isn't sure how to respond. She's not keen on Ginny knowing about her and Ron yet, but she's even less keen on lying and saying she was with Cormac what's-his-name, but she'd have to pick one…

"Um—" she stalls, before someone interrupts her.

"She was with me." Lavender appears on Hermione's other side and smiles at Ginny. "Turns out that guy from the bar was the worst, so we went to my room so he wouldn't know where she was sleeping."

Hermione releases an audible sigh of relief, which Ginny mistakes as disgust.

"Ugh, I hate men," she says. "Except Harry, of course."

"Yeah. Men are the worst," says Lavender, and Hermione watches her gaze shift momentarily toward Ron and the boys.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione," says Ginny. "All you wanted was a fun night out, and for some bloke to try and take advantage of you? I should have stuck by your side."

Feeling guilty, Hermione waves off her condolences — she had a great night last night, and wishes she didn't have to lie to Ginny. But alas, 'I shagged your brother!' isn't what most brides want to hear from a bridesmaid at their hen party.

The doors to The Slug Club open, and the bouncer waves them through, which absolves Hermione of the need to change the subject. Perfect timing.

Ginny skips toward the door to meet up with Harry, and Hermione turns to Lavender.

"Thanks for covering for me. I appreciate it."

Lavender nods but doesn't smile. "No problem. And for the record, I don't want details."

"Wasn't going to offer any," she returns, glancing at Lavender to discover she's watching the doorway, where Ron is passing through. He's still laughing and joking with the boys, and his eyes are bright and elated.

Looking back at Lavender brings a pang of sympathy. It's obvious by her expression that her mind is working a mile-a-minute to process the bittersweet emotion of seeing him so happy. Ron's laughter is contagious enough to bring a smile to Lavender's face, but it doesn't reflect in her eyes. Maybe it would if it had been her, not Hermione, that made Ron feel that way.

"Are you okay?" asks Hermione, even though she already knows the answer.

"Yes," says Lavender, meeting Hermione's gaze. They share a look of understanding, silently agreeing not to call out her lie. "Just don't hurt him."

Hermione looks back to Ron, catching his smiling face once more before he disappears into The Slug Club. She knows that neither of them can promise not to hurt the other, but something in her gut tells her that won't be the case.

Passing through the doors feels like entering a different world entirely. The venue appears much bigger on the inside than the outside suggested. She scans the room, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activities within reach. On one end, there's a dance floor, a glistening swimming pool, and a casino guarded by a fake willow tree. On the other end, there's a karaoke bar, a series of thrill rides that shouldn't fit inside the space and an elaborate miniature golf course made to look like a hedge maze. On closer inspection, it appears that each obstacle is guarded by a mythical creature — partiers laugh and point their clubs at talking sphinxes, dragons, and merpeople.

"Hey beautiful," Ron whispers in her ear, and his sudden appearance causes Hermione to jump.

"Hey," she croaks back; her voice catches in her throat, but the familiarity of his cologne soothes her rising heart rate. "I should start the tab."

"You're cute when you're flustered," he says, smirking.

Her cheeks heat up, and Ron chuckles with amusement. Hermione glances around to check if they've caught the attention of anyone in their party, but it seems like the grandiosity of The Slug Club is the perfect distraction. They've decided to keep the details of their relationship quiet for now, so as to not draw focus away from Harry and Ginny, but the way Hermione's body reacts to everything Ron says or does today might prove that difficult.

"Yes. The tab," says Hermione, feeling the weight of her wallet in her purse. She'd agreed to cover the bar tab for Ginny's party, but that doesn't mean she's ready to hand over her credit card to a stranger tending the bar, and let the coins fall where they may. She feels a little better when she lays her eyes on a familiar face at the bar. "Rosmerta?"

The blonde bartender smiles at Hermione. "Hey there!"

"You work here too?"

"Yes ma'am," she says, "and, please tell me you ditched that asshat from last night."

Hermione laughs, thankful that Rosmerta doesn't harbor any hard feelings toward her based on Cormac's behavior the night before. "Don't worry, he's long gone."

"Good. Ginger's better looking anyway."

"I agree," says Hermione, chancing a look at Ron. His ears turn pink, and Hermione hopes she hasn't embarrassed him.

"Would you two like something to drink?" asks Rosmerta.

"Actually, I'd like to start a tab," says Hermione.

"Under what name?"

"Harry and Ginny. It's for their entire wedding party," she says, wincing as she hands over her credit card.

"That's very generous of you," says Rosmerta. Tugging Hermione's card from her resisting fingers requires a little extra force.

Observing the interaction, Ron fishes into his pocket for his wallet.

"Can you split the tabs over two cards?" he asks, sliding his credit card across the bar to Rosmerta.

Hermione turns to him to protest. "You don't have to—"

"I want to!" he interrupts.

"I budgeted for this night," says Hermione.

"And have you seen how much these boys can drink? Let me split it with you."

The look in his eye tells Hermione there's no point in arguing with him, and she doesn't want to insult his pride. "Fine."

"Thank you, Rosmerta," says Ron.

"You're very welcome, handsome!"

Ron flushes at her comment but immediately directs his attention back to Hermione, flashing his adorably lopsided smile. Hearing another woman call him handsome, even non-threateningly, makes Hermione want to sidle up next to him and reach for his hand, something that would show the world he's hers. The fact that they agreed not to engage in any public displays of affection makes it all the more tempting.

Unfortunately, Ron and Hermione have also agreed to refrain from drinking tonight. It makes sense to have a few people thinking clearly in the group, just in case things get out of hand.

"Well, Hermione," asks Ron. "What should we do?"

Their friends seem to be drawn into the miniature golf course, and Harry, holding two clubs, waves them over.

"I guess that settles it," says Ron,

The walk toward the miniature golf course feels a mile long, especially in front of their friends. She knows that apart from Lavender, everyone's oblivious to their relationship, but their watchful eyes still feel like scrutiny. Once again, Hermione wonders how much distance there should be between two platonic friends walking together. The distracted chatter grows louder as they approach, which quiets her worries, and by the time they join, the group has already begun a round of golf, and is no longer paying them any attention.

"I bet you a drink that I can get a hole in one," says Ron, reaching for two putters. He hands one to her and casually bumps his shoulder against hers, sending a tingle down her spine. His confidence makes her nervous. Is she always this awkward?

"Didn't you want to stay sober tonight?" asks Hermione, silently hoping that he backtracks on their agreement. She could use the calming effect of a cocktail right now.

"Yep. But the drink can be any night."

"Deal," she says, taking the golf club from his extended hand, and knowing full well she'll probably be buying him, and herself, a drink later.

They follow behind the rest of the party, taking turns putting for the first few obstacles. Neither of them are any good, and they only get progressively worse as they continue further into the course. Someone's always heading back to the bar to replenish everyone's, save for Ron and Hermione's, drinks, and after a while, Hermione's too caught up watching everyone loosen up to think about the running tab.

Ron and Hermione continue to keep a safe distance apart, but as everyone else continues to drink, she questions how necessary it is. Harry and Ginny only have eyes for each other; Dean, Neville, and Seamus are in their own world, and Luna, Demelza and Lavender are quickly becoming too tipsy to pay any mind to Ron and Hermione, opting instead to try and attract the attention of a nearby group of men.

Everyone is equally terrible at miniature golf, but as time passes, and blood alcohol levels climb, Ron and Hermione start to look pretty good by comparison. The drunker everyone gets, the more affectionate they become, celebrating completed obstacles with high-fives, which turn into hugs, and then to kisses on cheeks. When Ginny jumps on Harry's back, Lavender and Demelza lock their arms around each other, and Dean picks up Seamus to carry him to the next hole, Hermione considers inching closer to Ron. No one would even notice, would they?

Hermione hits her next golf ball way off course, and it plunks down into a moat. Ron laughs.

"Wow, you're really terrible at this. Have you ever played before?"

She scoffs at him with mock indignation. "Hey!" she says, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "But no, I can't say I play much miniature golf."

"I guess I should show you how to swing," he says, taking a step closer to her. She scans for anyone's eyes on them.

"That's not really necessary," she says, and Ron grins at the suggestive tone of her voice.

"It's definitely not necessary."

She places another golf ball in the lane, and Ron positions himself behind her. He wraps his arms around her sides and grips her hands over the club. His hips press against her backside, and his body's instantaneous reaction suggests that keeping his distance from her is just as difficult for him too.

"So much for keeping our hands off each other," she whispers to him.

"No one's watching right now," he whispers back. "Plus, I'm just showing you how to hold a club. This is perfectly innocent."

Hermione presses her hips back against him, and he groans. Perfectly innocent.

"Is this right?" she asks.

"Fuck, yeah, it is."

Hermione can't help but laugh as Ron guides her club into a swing, then reluctantly pushes herself away from him. The longer they stay pressed together like that, the more likely they are to draw attention to themselves. He looks pained at first, but his expression turns smug when her golf ball sinks into the center hole on the first putt.

"Ha! You owe me a drink," he says.

"What are you talking about? That was my hit!" she argues back. "You owe me one."

"Okay," he says, smiling. "It's a win for me either way."

They lock eyes, and Hermione is tempted to give in and kiss him. His face is so close to hers, and would anyone really notice a short and sweet kiss?

Someone behind them clears their throat, and Hermione stiffens, only relaxing when she turns to see a couple she doesn't know. "Are you two almost done?"

"Erm, yeah. We are," says Ron hurriedly. "Sorry 'bout that." His face shines red, and they rush to clear the course.

Their friends seem to have disappeared, which nearly sends Hermione into a panic, but one glance around the club reveals they've just dispersed to their own activities. Seamus and Dean are now at the bar, Luna and Neville are off in a corner admiring an indoor garden, Ginny is cheering Harry on at one of the slot machines outside the casino, and Lavender and Demelza have taken to the stage for karaoke. Hermione smiles as the girls dance along to Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' — Lavender's enjoyment looks genuine, and it eases some of her dormant guilt for being with Ron.

Lavender and Demelza's voices grow quieter as Ron and Hermione approach the other side of the club, where the lights are darker, and a thick crowd is growing on a dance floor, bouncing to the music produced by an eccentrically-dressed DJ.

"Come and dance?" asks Ron, raising an eyebrow at her.

"In front of everyone? Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asks, but reaches for his outstretched hand anyway.

"The best idea," he says, tugging her toward the middle of the dance floor, where they'll be obscured from view. "It's just a dance. It's not like I'm asking for a snog." His voice lowers as he pulls her body close to his, and Hermione senses a touch of irony in his response. In a way, it sounds like he is asking for a snog.

"So as long as we don't snog, this is perfectly innocent?" To test the waters, she shifts closer, letting her lips brush against his neck as she speaks. His resulting shiver makes her smile.

"No, I guess not," he says. "But only because I won't be able to keep my hands off of you." As if to prove his point, his hands shift to her lower back, dangerously close to non-innocent territory.

"You're insatiable."

"I know."

Even though the music is quick and upbeat, Ron and Hermione remain intertwined on the dance floor, swaying slowly, almost daring each other not to kiss. Hermione's earlier anxiety about interacting with Ron while sober seems so far away — being with him feels natural, as if they've been together forever. It doesn't make sense; her feelings are too advanced, considering she barely knows him.

She thinks back to her very first sober interaction with him. She had just broken up with Viktor a few months prior, and her self-confidence was at an all-time low. When they met for coffee back in England to go over logistics for this trip, her immediate reaction was to push him away, and it was no surprise that she left with a negative impression. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. That day, Hermione watched everything he did and picked apart everything he said, attempting to convince herself that he was insufferable because then it wouldn't matter if he thought the same thing about her.

From the beginning, she tried to sabotage this. It makes sense — in relationships, she has to weigh the benefit of even trying. She hates failing, and love isn't like academia, which comes easily to Hermione. If she needs better exam scores, she can work harder, practice more, and simply try again. But personal pursuits are different. She learned the hard way that second chances are rare, and first impressions are everything. People are unpredictable, and failure is personal. It's not like studying harder will make someone love her.

Maybe that's why she looks for the worst in people — because that's what she decides to show them first. If she doesn't try to attract a man, it won't hurt when she winds up alone. She can blame it on her lack of effort, rather than her personality, her looks, or anything else on her laundry list of personal shortcomings.

Just as tears sting her eyes, Ron's arms wrap more tightly around her body, and his lips press against her forehead. His embrace feels secure, protective, even loving. Her heart fills for him, and she's finally fully aware of how deep her emotions run. Somewhere in the mess of the last few days, her defenses melted away, and she fell hard for this man. Despite her efforts to push him away, she wound up married to him.

She's always had a lot of questions about love; how long does it take? What does it look like? Is it a noun or a verb, something she's supposed to feel, or just do? Maybe it's more simple than that. At the moment, all she knows is that if things fell apart now, she'd be devastated, and she'd kick herself for not trying harder. She can't imagine not trying at all.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

She winces at his question.

Ron pulls away to turn her face toward his. A look of concern crosses his eyes as he wipes a loose tear from her cheek. "Are you okay?"

Hermione nods and averts her eyes.

"I don't believe you," he says. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" His voice is calm and unwavering.

"Yeah, I know." Her grip around his neck loosens so her arms hang comfortably. She wants to see his full face.

"So, what's on your mind?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "Wifey?"

And there it is again — a swarm of butterflies unleash in her stomach at his playful words, his goofy smile, and the genuine tender expression on his face.

Hermione's always been the analytical type, never doing anything without thinking through the consequences, or giving emotions more mind than logic. But this week has offered a reprieve from her cautious, methodical side. It would be easy to convince herself that Vegas-Hermione isn't really her, but that wouldn't feel honest. In Vegas, she's more honest than she's ever been.

She meets Ron's curious gaze with confidence. London-Hermione would probably run away right now, not daring to speak what's on her mind, instead choosing to sabotage it all. But, London-Hermione probably isn't qualified to give relationship advice.

And deep down, she knows how she feels about this man, even though the truth is completely insane. But so is marrying someone she just met, and that ship has already sailed. Now she has an opportunity to let him in fully; if she wants to.

Her heart is telling her to take a giant leap and go for it, but her mind…

Well, her mind is still in London.

"I'm probably mental for saying this," she begins, her voice soft and careful, "but I think I'm falling in love with you."

As soon as the words slip out, her heart starts pounding in her chest. She averts her eyes, unwilling to watch his reaction to her admission.

He doesn't respond right away, and every second that passes cuts like a dagger to her heart. What a stupid thing to say, she thinks, panicking. They've barely been together for twenty-four hours, and she's probably freaked him out.

Ron squeezes her arm, encouraging her to look him in the eye. She meets his ocean eyes with trepidation, and isn't sure how to feel when his ears are fiery red, and his expression is one of pure shock. He looks like a frozen computer, unable to process her confession.

Fuck. Her palms break out in sweat, her eyes well with tears, and her stomach sinks. She should have kept her mouth shut.

But then he beams at her. "Well, Hermione, you might be falling in love, but I jumped. Flung myself off that cliff. So, I guess that makes us both mental."

She has no words, but relief sweeps over her body, and she blinks the tears from her eyes. Ron pulls her into another embrace, and her head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the top of her head, and for the next few moments, they're the only people in the room.

Did they really just say that to each other?

"Are you serious?" she asks, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"Yes. I'm serious."

She smiles from both elation, and the fact that they're definitely, completely mental. Who brings up love so soon? It's Barmy. Insane. Crazy.

But it's also Las Vegas, and if there's something Hermione's learned from her time in this town, it's that life is better with a little bit of crazy.

#Ron and Hermione #ron x hermione #ROMIONE #romione fanfic #romione fanfiction #Ron Weasley #ronweasley #Hermione Granger #hermionegranger #muggle AU #be11a_vegas #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #hpromione

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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24 for danbrey, nsfw please!

24: i’m absentmindedly making snowflakes in class and you’re the nerd who can’t quit glaring at me every time you hear my scissors. It is NSFW

If they were in one of the big lecture halls, Dani would not be having this problem. But the twenty-odd person room means the snipping of scissors is irritatingly audible. The noise is coming from behind and to the left of her. Turning her head, she spots the culprit; a girl wearing a denim vest under her coat, whose curly black hair is streaked with fiery red.

She’s cute, but Dani is still going to steal her scissors the first chance she gets.

There’s another tell-tale “snipsnip” and she glares over her shoulder, willing the scissors to melt. When that doesn’t happen, she looks up and finds the other girl smirking at her, then sending a wink her way.

Shoot, she’s holding the scissors at a level where it 100% looked like Dani was staring at her chest.

She flips her attention back to the front of the room. A flurry of snips makes her look back again.

The girl has made a heart instead of a snowflake. When Dani notices it, the other girl smiles. She looks even better when she smiles.

Damn it.

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“Hi!”

The unexpected greeting makes Dani jump. It’s the Thursday lecture, and snowflake girl has sat down right next to her.

“Uh. Hi?”

“You’re Dani, right?”

“Yeeah? How did you know?”

“Um, because Professor Chicane takes role, and you always sit in front of me so I can see you when you respond. I’m Aubrey.”

“Dani.”

“Um, so, I’m sorry if the snowflakes were, like, distracting you on Tuesday. I do better in class when I have something to do with my hands but I can, like, doodle instead if it bugs you.”

“I just get a little on-edge from noise sometimes, it’s no big--wait. If you thought you were bugging me why’d you make a heart?”

“Because I thought there was also a chance you were flirting and I wanted to hedge my bets just in case.”

Dani blushes; she had no idea anyone could see her annoyed face and still hope she was flirting with them.

“Oh, crap, class is gonna start, I’m gonna move to my normal spot. The one with the nice view.” Aubrey winks over her shoulder and Dani impulsively blows her a kiss.

Aubrey sits down next to a short guy in “Monongahela National Forest” sweatshirt and whispers something in his ear. He high fives her.

Dani spends much of the lecture looking over her shoulder, even though Aubrey keeps the snowflakes to a minimum. In fact, she only makes one, which she leaves on Dani’s desk as she’s packing up her laptop. Written in the center of it, in red ink, is a phone number.

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Ideally, Aubrey would not have asked her out two weeks before the end of the semester, when Dani has to go back home for winter break. But they make the most of it. There are lots of “study” dates that involve more handsy make-outs than flash-cards, nights and afternoons snuggled up against each other in the little coffee shop by Aubrey’s apartment, and a memorable evening during which they discovered Aubrey’s immense, black rabbit, Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD, ate through the cord on the rechargeable vibrator (luckily before they plugged it in rather than after).

When break came, Aubrey walked her to the train station and kissed her goodbye, using Dr. Harris Bonkers paw to wave farewell as the train pulled away and down the tracks.

They text every day, Facetime or Skype at least once a day, usually when Dani has settled in for bed. She’s more than a little glad her brother is staying with his partner over the holidays; the walls of their rooms are thin and the two of theirs are next to each other. Jake stopped eavesdropping on her around the time he hit twelve years old, but the habit of not being able to quite relax while on the phone in her room remains.

She’s extra glad for it tonight, because she wants to show off a Christmas gift she bought herself (or, more accurately, she bought for the express purpose of riling up her girlfriend). The lace is a little fussier than she tends to buy, but it makes such cool leaf patterns, the pastel green and gold of the bra making her look stunning and the matching underwear hugging the curve of her ass in a way, if she does say so herself, is really flattering. But she’s more interested in what Aubrey thinks.

Fireblossom: Holy shit

Dani: You like it?

Fireblossom: Uh, yeah? Why are you so far away instead of here when I can show you how hot you look?

She laughs at the string of emojis that comes through next; flames, peaches, kissy lips, and…

Fireblossom: Sorry, moth emoji is from texting Duck to tease him about his crush. Did you for real buy that just for me?

Dani: Yep. You deserve some eye candy, cutie.

Fireblossom: I’m gonna fucking combust over here. Dr. HB is gonna be an orphan because of your cute butt.

Dani: I think we can do something about that.

Fireblossom: I’m stuck at family dinner time until nine and it’ll be hella sus if I sneak away to the bathroom for that long.

Shit, she should pull back on the teasing. Aubrey is typing something else, and she manages to get the strappy bra off in the time it takes for it to come through.

Fireblossom: They won’t notice me texting, though.

Dani: You sure? We can totally pick this up later.

Fireblossom: But I wanna make you cum in your fancy underwear ;)

She’s not about to turn that down, texts Aubrey the green light as she rifles through her duffel bag. It’s only a small bullet vibe, but it’s never failed her. Something she’s learned in her twenty years of life is to always have a vibrator on hand when traveling away from your hot girlfriend.

Dani: Ready.

Fireblossom: K. Turn on the vibe, but keep it outside the underwear for now.

The fabric is thin, and she gasps as she rubs the vibe in slow circles over her clit. She flips to voice to text, because now is not the time for an awkward autocorrecting or her one-handed typing.

Dani: what next?

Fireblossom: Feel yourself up for me, honey. Can’t my hands on those cute tits so you’re gonna have to do it for me.

She does as she’s told, massaging her chest and teasing her nipples the way Aubrey always does when they’re tangled up on the couch.

Dani: Fuck that feels good. Still wish they were yours though.

Fireblossom: Soon, beautiful, I promise

She shifts her hold on the vibe, which gets it to just the right angle to curl her toes.

Dani: Can I go under the fabric?

Fireblossom: Aww, you’re remembered to be good and ask first. Yes, you can.

“Thank god.” She slips the vibe under the silk, closes her eyes and imagines it’s Aubrey using it on her, grinning in that unfairly captivating way of hers as she tells Dani how good she’s being, how good she looks, how she’s so lucky they’re together.

She picks up the pace, groans when she sees the next text.

Fireblossom: Cum for me, honey, use both hands

Dani shoves her free hand down and pushes two fingers inside, moaning as she envisions Aubrey kissing her as a reward for doing it. It doesn’t take long, she’s been low-key horny all day and turned on ever since she got that first message back from Aubrey. The orgasm is short and satisfying, bursting out from her and making her feel like every one of her limbs is tingling with exhausted delight.

Dani: Came. Holy fuck. How are you this hot just through a screen?

Fireblossom: A magician never reveals her tricks ;)

Dani: A magician should make an exception for her girlfriend who’s still seeing stars.

Fireblossom: Flatterer.

Dani sighs, rolls onto her stomach so she can text more easily, not sure what’s she’s supposed to say now.

Fireblossom: That was really hot though. And now I miss you even more.

Dani: I miss you too, fireblossom. I can’t wait to come back to you.

Fireblossom: Me neither. Can I Facetime you tonight?

Dani: Totally.

Fireblossom: If I get lucky, will you help let off all the steam I just built up?

Dani: Of course, babe.

Fireblossom: GTG, nephew is bugging Dr HB. Talk to you soon, you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world <3

Dani: Don’t be silly. That’s obviously me, because I’ve got you <3

#aubrey little/dani #danbrey #winter fills #college au

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years ago

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FIC: Light In The Crack

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Her back ached something fierce sitting in on the bar stool, but leaning over the sticky, wooden surface, Jo mentally added new bar stools to her list for things she should think about updating in the bar going forward.

“Hey, did you get my list for new orders?” The brunette girl’s voice cut through, and blinking blearily as she lifted her eyes from the laptop screen to the god send of a barmaid, Jo found herself nodding towards Sophie. “Oh good. I know I added a few new things on there-”

“You’re thinkin’ it’d be good for the younger crowd comin’ in now, right?” “Exactly.” “Why am I even botherin’ to do the paperwork myself any more?”

That got a laugh from the other as Sophie quickly swiped over the bar top with a cleaning rag to pick up that sticky factor, before the other shrugged. “Easy. You’re off from your travels for a few months with the little one on the way, so best you do something to keep yourself occupied.”

“You better not get used to it,” she quipped back, sitting up a bit straighter and one hand going to rub her aching back and the other to settle on top of the shifting movement inside her extended stomach. The little brat was in an excited mood today it seemed. “You’re back on the books as soon as the little bastard gets out.”

Sophie laughed again, nodding as she grinned and moved back to restocking the fridge.

“Who are you calling that, cupckae. Is i- the baby misbehaving?”

Jo found herself smiling as she shifted on her seat with a groan to turn out towards the rest of the bar as the shadow settled on the stool beside her. The dark haired woman was dressed far more relaxed than usual, but that didn’t particularly surprise her. She’d noticed the other woman knew better than to dress too well whenever they’d be meeting at the bar - even though they never did when too many unfriendly types may be around, it just made the other stand out. And Shada had quipped once that a man smelling of fish or a college kid without a proper beard were not the type she wanted to stand out for.

“He’s bein’ a brat today, so yeah,” Jo found herself chuckling and then letting out an audible groan as she felt a foot hit out at her in a way that was still so surreal. “He gets to be one when he acts like it.”

As she looked over at the other woman again from where she was massaging the sore point from the constant running practice that morning the baby was doing, Jo was surprised to see the look of confused wonder and uncertainty crossing the other woman’s face.

“Is he... What was that you reacted to?” Shada’s voice was almost quiet as the natural sound of her real Voice, but held nothing but surprise in it’s tone. “Why... How do you know if he’s misbehaving?”

As another harsh kick started, Jo rolled her eyes and grabbed the shadow woman’s hand to place over the space. “Give it a sec and you’ll know how I know he deserves a goddamn motherfuckin’- ow! - time out today.” The hard kick came again followed by a second and then the strange bumping that Jo took to mean he’d decided he was bored and spinning around for some reason. The loud squeal that cut over Jo’s own pained reaction was loud, surprised and made Jo want to laugh a little as she growled darkly to herself as she could feel the mass under their hands moving about restlessly before settling again. “Bloody little brat, that’s right go to sleep you dick.”

There was a long pause before she realised the other hadn’t moved her hand back yet, and releasing her hold, the blonde found herself frowning slightly at the way the other woman moved her hand back slowly and kept twitching her fingers. Neither said a word for a moment, before they were interrupted by a loud shout of greeting from the stairs at the other end of the room.

“Hey! You two are early,” Harry beamed towards them as he moved across the room. “When’d you get here? Jo, why are you working?”

“Got bored at home, and Grey’s goin’ to be another half hour dealin’ with his stuff.” Jo replied gently as she turned back to her laptop and began shutting the system down once she’d finished sending her last email. Clicking the top down, she was surprised to see a hand held out by Harry to help her off of her perch. “What? You think I’m goin’ to fall flat on my face?”

“Not my fault you’d be easy to topple over these days.” “You calling me fat, Potter?” “Nah, just calling you front heavy. Balance out the back.” “Oi!”

Jo laughed as she hit out at the other gently once she was back on her feet, and smiled as Harry picked up her laptop for her. “Didn’t want to go upstairs until I knew you were ‘bout. Be a shitty landlord who just barged on in all the time unannounced.” She smiled brightly at the researcher as he shifted her laptop to the other hand and offered the same help out of friendliness and appreciation to the fact Shada usually wore much higher heels that she was right then. “Besides.. who knows if you’d’ve had a girl over for once.”

Harry’s cheeks went a little red at that, and if the way his eyes darted across the top of the bar in the direction of the brunette woman spinning about to some Broadway tune with a case of beers to unpack, Jo figured she’d have to have a look at how sexual harassment in the workplace worked if they finally got their shit together.

“Heh, funny Jo.” Harry replied sharply after a moment, smiling at her as she made to waddle towards the stairs after the other two. The researcher bent at the entry to the stairs and unlatched the protective iron bar he and Jo had devised to work as an alternative protection, and waved both women up as he moved to set it against the wall so the stairway would remain open for either friendly shadow when Grey would arrive. “You two get settled-”

“Harry, could you come help with the keg?” “Sure thing.” “Thanks sugarpie!”

Jo found herself raising a brow, before smirking as Shada let out her own giggle at how red Harry’s cheeks and neck had gone as he waved them up. He’d be along later, and if the way Sophie glanced over with a wink to the departing women, it wouldn’t be until Grey himself showed up likely. Jo would really need to look into if Harry not being an on a contract made it her issue or not.

As soon as they got upstairs, Jo practically flung herself onto the couch and lifted her aching, swollen ankles up onto the arm rest with a welcome sigh. She was barely six months along and already she was exhausted and aching constantly. Every muscle groaned constantly and it had been a battle for the last few weeks not to scream in frustration and pain frequently. Rubbing her belly again with a quiet whimper, she fumbled for a throw cushion to rest under her head as well as her lower back before foregoing the head support when she only found one cushion in arms reach.

“You, uh, need this?”

Jo looked up in surprise to see Shada holding out another cushion towards her, and smiling gratefully, she stuffed the pillow under her head with a happy sigh.

“God bless, fuck me I hate this so much.” Jo let out a quiet chuckle with the words, a self-deprecating tone running through the words filled with amusement as she continued to gently rub her stomach where she could feel the baby shifting but thankfully not kicking out. She didn’t think her bladder or liver could handle another kick right now. “I can’t wait ‘til he’s out and I don’t have to ever do this ‘gain.”

“Oh?” The other’s voice was quiet, quieter than usual, and took Jo by surprise with the tone inside of it. Something sad and pained, and maybe even a little bit longing if Jo could pick it right. Shada’s face betrayed none of that though as she perched on the coffee table where Jo could see her easily without having to turn her head or sit up, knees crossed and fingers picking at her perfect manicure that the hunter envied so much. “You, uh, that is, you’re not planning more afterwards?”

Her brow jumped sharply and high at that, and if her back didn’t hurt so much and she had any energy left, Jo would have jolted up at that. Instead she had to settle for a surprised noise and a brow raise to hopefully deliver the surprise for her.

“Um, fuck no?” She replied, confusion bleeding into her tone. “I don’t particularly suspect I’m goin’ to be sleepin’ with anyone other than your brother, so I’m pretty sure that there’s not going to be another one happening.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that-” “Well it’s kinda the only way that’d happen.”

“I just meant,” Shada’s fingers worked more slowly at her nails, twisting and examining them rather than meeting Jo’s eye, and watching that Jo knew the other was thinking something that was likely to upset or be confusing all over again. There was a beat before the other finished her sentence, tone shifting from affronted to curiosity easily. “I know brother is... well, we all know what’s happened. And he’s so happy about the baby coming, I just thought perhaps you’d discuss together options if you wanted another.”

Jo let out a harsh bark of laughter at that, hard and bitter under it as she sank into the calming feeling of rubbing her stomach that she’d found kept her from getting swept away lately. “I doubt Grey’d like me sleeping with someone else again just to get another baby.”

“Perhaps he could-” “What? Jump ship and compel that fuckin’ arsehole still in there to do the deed so it’d be ours?” “No!”

The way Shada’s face had shifted into one of abject horror and disgust made Jo laugh, though it weakened quickly as the jostling brought another painful kick against her diaphragm that time that made her wheeze. Bloody bratty kid. Coughing sharply, Jo waved a hand at the other’s worried look that appeared. “It’s fine. He didn’t like my laughing.”

Shada nodded a few times, eyes moving from her face down to the protruding stomach as the skin moved, and her eyes grew wider that dinner plates at the shifting movements visible at the flash of the bottom curve of her bump under her shirt gap. The blonde found herself chewing on her lip as she wondered just how the other must be taking her brother having a second child, as well as the practicalities of what she was seeing. Jo could remember their first meeting, and how her hunny had said his sister wanted children more than anything when she asked afterwards, but how different and how she didn’t wish to carry them herself. Rubbing at her eyes with a groan, she figured perhaps she was being rude being so ungrateful about the baby herself to the other woman.

“I’m sorry.” She supplied gently, a hand covering her eyes still from looking at what might be running across the other’s face. “I just... I thought this one wasn’t even possible, let alone the impossibility of another with your brother.” Jo found the words tripping out quietly, barely whispered out into the ether beyond the darkness of her eyes closed.

There was a second before she felt a gentle touch against her hand from the other, fingers gripping hers for a fraction of a second before releasing again, the tiny show of support Jo needed right then somehow perfectly. Even if the other probably had no idea.

“Why’d you think you wouldn’t have kids?” The curiosity bleeding out of the other was not unsurprising, given who is was, and turning her head and peering out from between her fingers, Jo wasn’t surprised to see confusion running rampant across the pretty face. “I mean, you said you didn’t want any before, but then-”

“I know what I said that time.” “Well, you changed your mind by then, clearly. And now you are, so why’d you think you couldn’t? It’s not like you’re not fit, cupcake.” “I didn’t think I could.”

“That’s not an answer.” The snap was surprising, as was the heat behind the other’s eyes when Jo met Shada’s in that moment, frowning to herself a little at the sharp look she was receiving. “Clearly you’re a healthy woman, you’re obviously fertile from the seem of things, and it’s not like you wouldn’t have known you could - you did grow up human, after all. So, why did you think you couldn’t?”

The look, dark but warm, caring but hard, curious and longing mixed with a bit of confusion and concern. Jo could tell something was running through the other’s mind - probably something as far from the reality of Jo’s worries as possible. It was like a voice was whispering in the back of her mind that this might be the moment she could finally vocalise that moment. The thing that had haunted her for years, ever since she was reborn as she is now. That this person - the woman staring at her with compassion and support and genuine care, but also a backbone of iron and a cooler head than most - could be one that might be able to handle and be trusted with the truth. That she could share the secret that had lived for so long buried in her mind and heart and the inflated womb that was carrying the precious child that had been the key to so much happiness already before he’d even entered the world.

Jo felt the prickle of tears in her eyes, sharp and painful, as she moved her hand from her face entirely and reached out for one of the other’s. Shada moved easily, eyes fixed on her own as Jo shifted their joined hands on top of her stomach again with sharp, harsh breaths.

“Jo-” Shada’s voice sounded faint and far away under the rush of blood in her ears, and blinking rapidly as if to fight off the start of tears, Jo found herself cutting the other off.

“I thought I could only have abominations.” The word felt right on her tongue - the phrase perfect for how she’d feared and felt for years - and the sharp jerk of the other’s hand as if to pull away and hiss of anger was nothing to the twang in her chest at feeling this finally bubbling out of her lips. “I was brought back to have them, I was made for it. It’s... what I’m for. So I thought I’d never be.. able to have somethin’ good and precious like this.”

“What?” Shada’s confusion was palpable, and Jo knew she hadn’t spoken well, but the wave of relief that was flooding her just then for even verbalising somehow a part of that felt amazing.

Riding that wave on the cusp, she shifted in her spot, swinging her feet off the armrest to the floor and sitting up to face the darkened look on the other’s face. Smiling softly to herself as she let the shadow pull her hand back like she’d been burned by Jo and her words, the blonde ran her hands gently across her stomach as she spoke quietly.

“I... When I was brought back to life?” Jo glanced up from her baby towards the other, dark eyes meeting and seeking the nod of acknowledgement and understanding from the shadow, before continuing. “I never... I’ve never told anyone-”

“Not even brother?” Shada’s voice was almost scandalised, and Jo would have laughed if this was about anything else. The look of surprise and confusion grew on the woman’s pretty face as Jo nodded, before the thick swallow of air seemed to pass them and Jo could find herself continuing.

“-when I was brought back, it wasn’t... as inexplicable as other’s have taken it to be. I, uh, I know who brought me back. And I have always known why.” Jo spoke calmly in a way that she could barely recognise of her own voice right then. “I was brought back for a very specific purpose-”

“What?” “To birth halfbreeds.” “What?”

“I was brought back to life through... I was brought back by the, by the-” The words were catching in her throat, and her eyes hurt like her back did. Like they were performing the same herculean task that her back did every day handling the stress of the baby growing inside of her by holding back the flood of tears she could feel building in her cheeks and dying to rush down her face. He tongue was five times to large, and her throat refused to let the words out on her mind’s command while her heart screamed to let the words out finally.

“Cupcake, it’s... I don’t need to know, whatever it is if it’s that bad.” Shada’s eyes were as wide as they had been at that first kick, but rather than surprise, wonder and confusion they were filled with sympathy and concern and something a little darker warning that perhaps she wouldn’t take the information as calmly as Jo had thought. But she’d bitten enough out already that Jo just had to spit it all out now or choke on the word vomit piling up in her throat. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Shaking her head, blonde strands hanging around her face as Jo let out a shuddering breathe, she wound her fingers together and began picking at a hangnail to avoid looking at the other. “Michael - the Archangel Michael - was the one to bring me back. He pulled me straight from Heaven and shoved me back in my new and improved body, right back where I died.” The air felt suddenly colder beyond belief, and Jo could see the hairs stand up along her arms the same as she felt it on the back of her neck despite the warmth of the room. It felt like all the air was sucked from the space as soon as she’d spoken the name aloud for the first time in years. Like a curse to it. “He... He was commanded to-”

“Who could command-”

“Angels were made by two people. One, we all know, as God. The other was his partner -” Jo’s eyes slowly slide up from her fidgeting hands as she spoke, to see the mottled mix of confusion and uncertainty swirling across the tug and pull of the other woman’s lips, before they dropped open in clear shock as Jo continued, “- his partner, known by most of her children as Mother.”

It was like an electrical storm was building in the space. The air felt like it was alive with energy, all swirling about in the tense atmosphere waiting for a spark or a jolt to let out a lightening crack. Or perhaps it was the complete and odd stillness that Jo couldn’t feel a single shift, kick or twist from the form growing inside of her. The form that if Fate had had her way, would never have existed. The form that if the Mother of Monsters had had her way, would be half angelic and pushed out to wreck havoc upon the world. The form that was somehow a blessing despite the curse Jo had been living under.

“Wh- wh... what?” Shada’s eyes stayed fixed on her own, and Jo could see the pinpoint focus and million thoughts that must have been rushing through the shadow’s mind at that information. Jo knew it was hard to swallow, and harder still to understand the implications. But the reality had been like a hard pill caught in the back of her throat no matter how much water she tried to wash it down with. “What would... What would Mother want with a human? Why would she want you resurrected?”

Jo gave a quiet, pained laugh at that question - because that was the million dollar question and the part she brought all on herself. “She wanted me out of the way and somewhere I could be managed.” She hissed the word out, tugging at the end of her hair sharply for a moment as she remembered the feeling of a less harsh pair of fingers stroking before they turned violent. “That’s what Michael was for. To manage me. And to help her with a brand new plan to destroy God’s children-”

“Humans?” “Bingo.” “What’s that to do with you and-”

The way the shadow cut off with a hiss made Jo want to laugh again as her eyes drew back to the other and the strange mix of tones crossing the woman’s face. The possibilities, every little bit of the puzzle Jo had shared, every little bit of the secret she’d trailed throughout the conversation, slowly dawning on the other’s face.

“She wanted a new species of monster - human and angelic hybrids, in fact. Mother wanted an army of nephilims.” “Don’t those kill the human?”

“They do. If they aren’t made specially for it.” Jo snarled the words out, anger bubbling at the injustice of what her life had been to be played and toyed with as she had been. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh at the tiny shift she could feel from her son against her skin. “That’s why I was brought back, and how I was changed. I, uh, I can carry and birth, and birth again, that type without dyin’. I was to be taken into... Into Michael’s custody. For him to begin her plans, for him to..to breed with me. For him to ra-”

“No!” The shocked cry was surprising, but nothing on the almost bone-crushing hug that came from the other as Shada launched from the coffee table to beside her. Thin arms wrapped tightly around her chest and the dark head pressed tightly against her own shoulders as Jo could abstractly feel them shaking before she felt that tsunami of feelings washing out of her and the tears falling finally with a sob as she collapsed into the other’s hold. “No no no. That’s- Oh Jo!”

Wrapping her own arms back around the other’s smaller frame, she felt as if something heavy that had been on her back had lifted - even if her back still ached from the pains of stretches and carrying a whole extra life with her, she felt like she’d never been as light as she was in that moment. “I thought I couldn’t... I could never have anythin’ but those. I never... I never thought I could have somethin’ that I wanted.”

There was a movement that felt like a nod from the other woman as Jo struggled to calm her breathing for a moment as she felt the soft rub of a hand on her back, massaging gently away at the tender open wound of her heart and mind with soft fingers that wouldn’t tug any more than Jo would offer.

“Jo,” Shada’s voice sounded rough and dry, not at all the sweet and clear tones that she usually used, and as the pair finally drew back from each other, Jo could see thick mascara lines matching what she was sure were red tear lines down her own face. “That’s not going to happen. None of us would let that happen to you, and the... the baby you have? You’ve had the say in this, it’s your choice that you’re having it, right? And you do want it, right?”

It was the first time someone had actually asked her that since she’d found out, and as she heard the sound of footsteps and the two men they were waiting on’s voices bouncing up from the stairway and hall, Jo found herself letting out a sharp, pained bark of a laugh as she nodded her head.

If there was nothing else Jo knew - she knew that no matter what had happened to her, that she was getting exactly what she wanted as another sharp, painful kick was driven out against where the other woman’s stomach was pressed to hers. And as Shada let out a surprised and shocked squeal again, her eyes caught the shadow’s eyes to know that there was someone who knew just how much Jo had been carrying to get just what she wanted.

#ca #au stories #kidverse #jopov

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years ago

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Cat Burglars - Henry Deaver X Mistress

Warning: 18+ mentions of sex/cheating/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: A little development, angst and a touch of cuteness!

Read more Henry x Mistress here > Masterpost

A hand on your shoulder startled you until you realized it was Henry. He wasn’t supposed to touch you or even smile too long, but sometimes, the man was blissfully negligent. You drew back in your chair and smiled at him.

“Yes, Mr. Deaver?”

A knowing grin widened across his lips, drawing his natural pout into a pleasing line, complete with chin dimple. “I’m about to start my meetings once my client arrives in, oh, ten minutes.” He looked at his watch. “Can you make sure that nobody disturbs us? It’s very important.”

“I know,” you replied. “You have three in a row with ten minutes in between. Assuming Bastion doesn’t talk your face off, you might make it out for lunch. And if not, I can grab you something.”

“I would love that,” Henry said with a sigh he didn’t intend to sound dreamy. “Thank you so much. If it’s a quarter past noon, just assume he’s talked me into a coma, and you can jet out for lunch. Whatever you want. I’m not picky.”

“Sounds good.” You returned his warm smile and turned to the papers on the desk.

The office was quiet that day, and you got a lot of work done while Henry was busy. The second client left the office looking rather pleased with himself, and Henry emerged for a bathroom break.

“Two down, one to go.” He winked at you.

“Bastion should be here any minute,” you tapped your wrist.

“Sounds good. If he arrives before I’m back, just send him in.”

Henry left and came back in time to intercept his last client of the day. The two men entered his office and shut the door. Your stomach growled ten minutes before lunch, but you put it off and crossed your fingers that Henry wouldn’t get bogged down in Bastion’s golf-talk. Henry hated golf, but his client was a top-tier, so he had to suffer through dry conversations about Florida, witless caddies and club brands.

At 12:15, the door showed no signs of opening, so you filed away your work and began to scribble out a note to leave on your desk in case Henry finished while you were out. A clicking noise approached as you signed your name on the bottom of the note and tucked the end of the pen between your lips. It was a bad habit, but one you hadn’t been successful in shaking since high school. When you looked up, a woman was standing in front of your desk.

“Hello, may I assist you with somethi—”

“Save the pleasantry. I need to speak to my husband,” her voice slithered out like a viper’s tongue.

It was Mary standing before you. You flinched from the realization, remembering her face briefly from the grocery store. Her eyes flashed and all the blood in your body drained into your legs, causing them to buzz and wobble. She gestured toward the door expectantly. “Well?”

“Uh, um... H-Henry... Mr. Deaver is in an important meeting right now and mustn’t be disturbed,” you stammered.

“Where’s the other girl? Who are you?”

“Oh, I... I’m filling in for her while she’s on maternity leave.”

You wondered if she recognized your face as she studied you over the desk from head to waist. When she noticed the make of your clothing, she quirked a thin eyebrow.

“Very nice outfit for a temp,” she said.

You didn’t know what to say and blanched a touch more.

“When will he be finished? This is just as important as whatever he has going on right now,” she waggled a manila envelope in her hand. You noticed her diamond wedding ring glinting in the incandescent light.

“I’m not sure when he will be done. I was told not to let anybody in.”

“Well, I’m not just anybody. I’m his wife.”

Not for much longer...

“Okay, ma’am, I still can’t let anyone in.”

Mary breezed by your desk with a scoff and brought three hard thumps down on the office door. You looked on in horror while she stared at the door as though waiting for it to disintegrate. When there was no answer, she knocked again louder.

“Henry!” She called out.

Some eyes peeked out over desks at the disturbance, some lingering and others turning away immediately. Mary sideswiped you with a vicious glare and looked at your fidgetting hands.

“Nice pen, by the way,” she smiled softly.

The silver pen twirling in your fingers stopped moving. You placed it on the desk and felt your head get lighter. The office door opened and all two hundred and fifty pounds of Bastion the insurance broker appeared with Henry looking rather spooked behind him.

“Mary! Good to see you!” The jolly man opened his arms.

“Pleased to see you, Bastion. Sorry, I can’t chat. I have an important meeting with my husband.”

“By all means!” The man decreed. “We should get together some time. You, Henry, me and June! It will be like old times!”

“Sure thing, Bastion. Good day.”

The office door shut behind the insurance broker, cutting off your view of Henry’s pale face. A nervous heat crawled up your back, beading your skin with sweat. Objects were leaving trails behind as your eyes wiped over them. Even Bastion noticed you looked wan as fresh paper. He made an act of looking at his watch.

“Lunchtime, little lady. You should get yourself something to eat. You look like you might need it.”

“Thanks, I will. Sorry for the interruption,” your voice was brittle but audible.

Bastion leaned up against your desk, oblivious to the jolts of panic beating in your stomach. “It’s not to worry, little lady. Henry, Mary and I go way back. I got them their first policy after they got hitched. They were just two young kids. None of this fancy-shmancy Prada and beamers. Hell, even I was a rookie back then—”

Bastion’s story was cut short from the sound of glass shattering. Voices raised beyond Henry’s office door and your eyes widened. The broker chucked a curious look at the door. All the eyes that peeked out before were now anchored to the entrance to Henry’s office. Pale and cold as china, you pocketed Henry’s silver pen and looked around your desk for anything that might give away more than what you wanted.

There was nothing on your desk that might show further connections with Henry except a bright yellow sticky note that he had drawn a childish heart on in black ink. You peeled it off, folded it into fourths and pocketed it as well. You heard more shouting from the office.

“I think you better call security. Sounds like somebody in there is about to get their ass kicked,” Bastion thumbed at the door before making a quick exit.

One of the floor supervisors came over, imploring you for answers with a serious look without having to utter a word. Her eyes bugged out behind thick glasses. You imagined Mary getting in Henry’s face, the broken glass — whatever it was — and the venomous insults you had heard the day she showed up at the condo. Your muscles screamed out to run in and put a stop to her tirade but your bones remained rooted. The worst thing imaginable would be to attempt an intervention.

“You’re fucking someone! You have been this whole time!”

“This isn’t the place to be having this discussion, Mary!”

“Ingrid saw you with a woman!”

The exchange warbled in your ears as blood pulsed through your head, dizzying you and shortening your breath. The supervisor went to the door, but it swung open before she touched the handle. Mary appeared, twice as red as when she entered.

“Move!” She spat, and the supervisor stepped aside.

Mary walked right to your desk and didn’t break eye contact with you for a second. “Call my husband’s lawyer and set up a meeting. We’re going over this bullshit settlement in the presence of the law.”

Henry finally appeared, shaken and ready to burst. “Don’t talk to her. Your problem is with me.”

Mary gave a dry chuckle. “She another one of your whores?”

“Excuse me—”

A security guard rounded the corner and Henry sighed. When Mary saw him, her chuckle turned into a great peal of laughter. “Oh, you’ve called security on me, of course. Well, let it be known that your precious Mr. H. Deaver is a cheat and a liar who fucks whores!”

“Mary, Jesus Christ, just go before you get yourself in trouble,” Henry insisted.

“I’m surprised you can get your dick up for the prostitutes,” she jabbed. “Oh, I will ruin you. You’ll have nothing but an outfit left after this. You want your divorce? You want freedom? I hope you enjoy it with an empty bank account!”

“Ma’am, you need to come with me,” the security guard motioned for her to come away.

Mary stormed past the guard and left the entire floor gawking like fish in a tank. All eyes were on Henry, including yours. He stood straight at the door to his office, shaking his head. Once you were certain his wife was far enough down the elevator shaft, you got up and went into the office.

The wreckage was merely a drinking glass and the manila envelope in shreds on the desk. Henry came in quietly, shut the door and risked a look at you. “That went terribly.”

“Well, now the entire world knows. Or, at least, the entire floor.”

“I’m sure the news will travel quick.” Henry pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“What happened?”

“She received my settlement proposal.”

“And? Suffice to say she didn’t agree with it?”

“She said her friend saw me... Us. I was a few days away from an even fifty-fifty split. Somebody saw us out. Now she wants everything... And...” His words trailed off.

“And?”

“She wants to keep my cat.”

“Your... Cat?”

“I have a cat at the house. He would have come with me to the condo, but the pet policy... Oh, god. She will never let me see him again.”

You tried not to point out the absurdity of the situation, but Henry was visibly upset.

“She just announced to the world that you fuck prostitutes, and you’re upset about a cat?”

“He’s not just a cat. He’s my cat! I adopted him. He’s mine and she won’t give him to me.”

“Henry... A cat.”

“You don’t understand, okay? This cat... He was there when she wasn’t. She doesn’t even care about him! She buys him the cheapest food possible. And he hates her!”

“She threatened to drain you, Henry! In front of your entire office.”

“No. No... This is good,” Henry nodded. “This is great. She came in here like a hurricane. All I have to do is call up her supervisor and tell them what happened. She’ll lose her job over this. She won’t be able to afford her lawyer.”

“This is insanity,” you mumbled.

“Help me,” Henry took a step closer to you. “Babe... You have to help me. We need to get Gromit back.”

“Gromit?” You tried not to giggle.

“If she hasn’t changed the locks on the house yet, I can still go in there. We can go get him.”

“We?”

Henry grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his lips for a quick kiss out of habit. “Please, baby. I need you.”

A knock on the door forced Henry to step back quickly. The feeling stayed on your fingers as he called for whoever it was to come in. It was another security guard with a clutch of inquisitive employees peering in behind him. “Everything okay in here, Mr. Deaver?”

“I’m fine, my good man,” Henry’s chest puffed out. “Thank you.”

The guard left with a nod and Henry deflated when the door closed again.

“So, are you up for a cat-heist?”

“You want me to become a real-life cat-burglar with you?” The question rang with a hint of amused unrest.

“Yes. I need you to help me steal my cat. Please.”

All of the trepidation shaking your nerves faded and you nodded with a smile. “All right, fine. Let’s steal your cat back.”

~*~

You never knew what Henry’s house looked like, but you had your suspicions. It was a large two-story home on the outskirts of a suburb, one of a handful that wasn’t a copy of all the other tidy homes in the area. Henry parked down the street and you waited in his car until his wife pulled away.

“She’s going to her book club. She should be out for at least an hour,” Henry explained.

After work, Henry took you home so you could change out of your office clothes into something subtle and civilian. Henry shed his jacket, tie and unfastened the first two buttons of his shirt. There was a rosy splotch on his collarbone peeking out from his undershirt — a little mark you left on him the night before.

Henry went in first, disarmed the alarm and then motioned for you to come in. There was no time to take in the details of the house, but it was just as magazine-worthy as you expected it to be. The floors were shiny, the banister polished and there wasn’t a dusty object on the shelving units.

“Won’t she notice the cat’s gone missing?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. At least not for a while. I paid the cleaning lady to feed him and pet him every day. She doesn’t care enough to notice.”

“Okay, well, if you’re not worried then I suppose I shouldn’t be.”

“Of course not. It’s my house, too. My name’s on the mortgage,” Henry pointed out.

Without further questioning, you followed Henry upstairs while he whispered for the cat. At the top floor landing, Henry let out a soft gasp. Alarmed and still on edge from the incident at the office, your eyes shot to where Henry was looking. A grey tabby cat brushed up against a doorjamb, purring and mewling for attention.

“Gromit! My boy!”

You watched him pick the cat up and cradle it in his arms like a child. The cat didn’t seem to mind the treatment and nudged his owner’s chin affectionately.

“Okay, that’s some next-level cuteness,” you scoffed.

Henry beamed at you. “Told ya. He’s the cutest boy in the galaxy. Yes, he is!”

Not wanting to interrupt their reunion, your eyes wandered over some photos on the wall. There were pictures of parents, grandparents, extended family and a few of a younger Henry looking happy with his wife. You wondered how long into their marriage they were in the photos. When Henry noticed you looking, he set the cat back down and went to you.

There was a photo of Henry and Mary sitting at a table in their wedding clothes. Mary was gazing at the document that Henry was signing with a recognizable silver pen. It was the same silver pen you saw him writing with before you ever knew his name; the pen she saw in your hand earlier that day.

“Hey. Everything good?”

You smiled at him, though your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, everything’s good. I just like to see old photos of you... Even if they’re with her. God, you’ve aged well. You’re so handsome.”

His cheeks turned pink. Henry was still green with receiving compliments about his looks. The man had convinced himself over the years he was nothing more than average, but the intensity of his bi-coloured eyes, the cut of his cheekbones and the plumpness of his lips told otherwise. You touched his chest and kissed the space between his nose and cheek before going for his mouth.

“Soon you and I can have our photos up on a wall.”

“I’d rather have you fuck me up on a wall.”

“Yeah?” Henry’s eyes darkened with mischief. “You want to fuck in my old bedroom?”

“On the bed that you used to sleep in with your wife? The bed she sleeps in every night?” You asked.

“Um, yes?”

“Fuck yes, let’s do it.”

#henry deaver x mistress #henry deaver fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfiction

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valhala90 · 5 years ago

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Shinsengumi (Hakuouki) - The Men of Yoshiwara parody

What would they say if you choose them?

(Usually, everyone sits together in the salon, sometimes not all of them; Kondo is the owner, Sanan is the manager)

Hijikata

Hijikata: I don't think you're ready for me kid, (Okita in the background: Nobody's ever ready for you Hijikata-san), but since you're determined, (Okita whispers loudly: run kid, it's your last chance) I acknowledge your resolve.

(A vein on Hijikata's temple is pulsating, but he tries to ignore Okita's taunting) Come, I give you the invitation for love and sweetest surrender-

Okita: Hijikata-san doesn't be so corny, with your shitty love-Haiku; the kid won't understand any of it.

Hijikata: (snaps) SHUT THE HELL UP, IDIOT. THIS IS MY CLIENT SO STAY-

Okita: (to others) Yeah, he scored the first client in months, the girl is weird and I tell you-

Hijikata: (bailing his fists) STOP INTERRUPTING ME YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL STRANGLE-

Okita: What are you doing, Hijikata-san? Your face is scaring her, maybe you should leave strangling for the bedroom.

Hijikata: THAT'S IT! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD. (Leaves his first client in months, to chase Okita)

Okita

Okita: Would you like to play with me? Let me give you a hint: it's not hide and seek, it's the game for a-d-u-l-t-s. Are you up for it? (Gives you a playful wink)

Heisuke: But Souji, you say that every time and you end up leaving customers blindfolded or tied up and you just sneak out of the room to eat-

Okita: (grabbing a dagger from his sleeve), Heisuke-chan, want me to play a game with you too? (Smiles maliciously)

Heisuke: (gulps) F-Forget that I said anything, excuse me. (Dashes out of the room)

Okita: Now forget about him, he's just an apprentice, let us continue.

Saito

Saito: (Is silent for 15 minutes, face flat, lips pursed)

Saito: You choose...M-Me.

(pause)

Saito: C-Come, I-I give you the... (whispers) invitation for love... (mumbles with barely audible voice)... and sweetest surrender...

Okita: Hajime-kun, are you trying to quote that dull and shitty Hijikata-san's Haiku?

(Hajime turns his head away, falling silent again)

Okita: Come on, you can do it better. Nobody wants to copy the demonic harlot of Shinsengumi-

(Angry footsteps in the corridor, moment after, Hijikata storms into the room with a broom, visibly furious)

Hijikata: What the hell did you say about me?

Okita: Oh, you think I was talking about you... Interesting. (Okita grins, trying not to laugh)

(Saito mumbling something, while Hijikata chases Okita with a broom)

Okita: Hajime-kun! (doges another angry attack from Hijikata) Just say to her what you would say 'bout katana!

(Runs out of a salon, Hijikata following him with a huge list of profanity words.)

Saito: Katana...? I see, that makes sense. After all, I would always pick a katana over a woman... Ah! Um- not that I think you're not worthy...

(Blushes slightly, and is silent for another 15 minutes)

(Then exhales, closing his eyes)

The contour of your body is what draws many men in,

Hard and brittle yet soft, combined in a harmony;

Your core is a symbol of dreams throughout the time,

You cannot break, but can only sharply cut your way

Into my body and my heart,

I humbly beg you to let me hold your immortal beauty,

In my unworthy arms...

Okita: (peeking through the door) That's it that's the stuff, just don't-

Saito: ...for you are not just a weapon but also a work of art.

Okita: He screwed it. But she's too dense to notice he was reciting a love poem to katana (chuckles)

Heisuke

Heisuke: Um... I don't have the experience like other guys-

Shinpachi: Heisuke c'mon, man up! (Shinpachi hits him on the back, causing him to nearly fall over)

Heisuke: (frowning in pain and anger) Hey, old guy! Shut up!

Shinpachi: Old? You're just a pipsqueak~ (Rests his hand on Heisuke's head) Sure you won't change your mind and pick someone more manly than this brat? Look at these! (opens up his kimono with his other hand, to show you muscular chest)

Harada: Shinpachi, stop taking off your clothes in front of the customers, you're scaring them. Besides, this is Heisuke's client, let him show his potential. (grabs your hand kissing it, with seductive eyes)

Heisuke: (wards off Shinpachi's hand) That's right you should- HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE HER? YOU'RE SO SLIMY, OLD MAN!

Harada: Slimy? (lifts his brow) All is permitted in love and war, if she's going to let herself be seduced by me, then you failed as a man. That also is a valuable lesson. (smiles softly)

Shinpachi: Oy, c'mon you two, you don't know what she wants... And she clearly needs to see more! (Pulls his hands from kimono, showing his bare torso) Heh? Like what you see?

(Heisuke and Harada facepalm)

Heisuke: I can't stand this anymore! (he snaps, pushing them out of the room) Just get the hell out of this room, assholes! She chose me, so you need to butt off!

Harada: Fine, fine... Let him become a man, Shinpachi. Let's drink.

Shinpachi: That's the smartest thing you said today! (pats Harada on the back) Heisuke, you have to tell us details later.

Heisuke: Sure...LIKE HELL I WILL, BASTARD! (returns to his seat) Um, sorry 'bout that. I... ( grips his fists, looking at the tatami mat)

I just want to say... Even though I'm nervous, there's nothing more I would like than to hold you. I have no special skills, but I'm eager to prove myself... (looks you directly into the eyes) So if you would have me... I don't mind showing you how much, as many times as I need.

Okita: (spying) My, my... Heisuke-kin is growing.

Saito: I hope he doesn't mistreat his customers as he mistreats his katana. He needs to be punished. (dead serious, has a grudge against him)

Okita: Something tells me he will. (grins)

Shinpachi

Shinpachi: Yosh! You made the right choice!

Harada: Oy, can you be more quiet, my eardrums hurt whenever you talk.

Shinpachi: (pretends not to hear him, talking louder) SO! What are we waiting for?! Let's get hot and sweaty!

Harada: You won't do what I think you will, right?

Heisuke: That's just what he'll do. He's a simpleton. Shinpatsu, you can't yell on customers and make them work out, that's not what they came for. (shakes his head)

Shinpachi: Shut up, you brat! Who doesn't want to work out with me?! I just show them the goods they'll be getting if they work hard!

Harada: But YOU are the goods they pay for, seriously man. (sighs)

Okita: If you continue to behave like this, you'll be even worse than Hijikata-san, and trust me you don't wanna get that low.

Shinpachi: ... uh... (looks down)

Hijikata: For the last time, stop talking about me, I have a list of customers, moron!

Okita: Oh? I didn't know male customers were also allowed... I'll talk to Kondo-san and Sanan-san, now way that I also have to deal with men-

(Hijikata stands up, trying to grab him)

Okita: (dodges) Too slow Hijikata-san! Maybe you should get hot and sweaty with Shinpachi, you're getting fat~

(cry of anger from Hijikata, things breaking while both of them exit the room, Okita's roaring laughter in the distance)

Harada: Well, let's go, (turns to you) If you change your mind, my room is down the hall to the right. (winks)

Heisuke: Shinpatsu, you're talking about being the real man all the time, but you're dense as a log, aren't you?

Shinpachi: (grabs Heisuke by the collar of his kimono) Shut up, you runt! Don't make me beat the shit outta ya!

Heisuke: Lemme go, fine! (turns to you and waves) Good luck Miss. You can leave at any moment, (whispers)

(Shimpachi pushes him out the door closing them)

(walks towards you, and sits down) Well... It's true that I don't have luck with women, and that they usually end up with Sano but... (Scratches the back of his head) I w-won't...make you work out... Well, not the work out routines, but you might end up a little sore... Uh... (blushes) I was saying-

Okita: (voice behind the door) Why don't you just hit her on the head with the club and drag her to the bed?

Shinpachi: (grits his teeth, stands up, punching the hole through the door) SHUT THE HELL UP ASSHOLE!

(sits again, exhaling) So are we...Um ... gonna get sweaty and hot? (gives you a huge smile)

(Harada and Heisuke looking through the hole in the door)

Heisuke: He's a moron.

Harada: Yup, he sure is.

Harada

Harada: Miss, I'm honored you picked me to be your companion for this lovely night. (Stares deeply into your eyes)

Okita: (whispers to Heisuke) Watch the pro, kid.

Harada: (pays no attention to anyone but you) My wounds started to open last night, as I was thinking about my life and this profession, drinking to forget that I have a different companion every night. Sometimes I have nightmares of waking up with the different face every morning, thinking about how I will do this 'till the day I die.

(Sad smile sneaks on his lips.)

But tonight, I saw your face, and thought how lucky I am. Just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to wake up beside you.

(he moves closer to you, taking your hand in his)

Don't worry, we don't have to get right to it...If you want to just talk, about love and the truth, about the meaning of life... I would listen to you all night, And though next night I may be with some other, you will always be on my mind. (brings your hand to his mouth, gently brushing your fingers with his lips ) So, would you help me heal my wounds? Just a little bit. (smiles)

Okita: Now that's how you do it. Hijikata-san, take notes.

Sanan: (nods) He's our number one, after all. It would be useful to keep the business going.

Hijikata: (frustrated) Just leave me the hell alone!

Sanan

Sanan: My, my, you have chosen me? How bold. I usually don't tend to customers, but I'll make an exception in your case. Why, you ask?

Okita: (interrupts) Cause she's easy money and you don't have to try hard?

Sanan: (stills smiles, but glares at Okita) Don't be so rude towards our paying customer. (turns to you) I apologize for his rudeness. (makes a small head bow)

(He approaches closer, focusing on you) We sell temporary love here... We sell madness... Pleasure... Shoulder to cry on... So come, (he extends his hand towards you) Take what you need. (he smirks, licking his lips)

Now would you all be so kind to leave this room, I need to tend to the lady.

Heisuke: But this is not your room-

Sanan: (not breaking the eye-contact with you) Heisuke-kun, what did I say?

Heisuke: (rushing towards others who were leaving) Yes, Sanan-san!

Bonus: Kazama

Kazama: I said it then and I say it now, the only reason I'm here because I'm bored. And I don't accept clients AT ALL. So go ahead, and pick somebody from this sad and lowly bunch, who is a pathetic excuse for men.

Hijikata: WELL EXCUSE ME? The hell you think you are? You are here with us! (stands up, glaring at Kazama)

Kazama: (doesn't spare him a glance) I'm only here because he begged me to raise your pathetic excuse of a business. (points towards Kondou) And I am a generous man.

Hijikata: As if! (Turns to Sanan) Sanan-san, why is this pompous, egomaniac here?

Sanan: Hijikata-

Okita: Because he still has more clients than you, and he refuses everyone, not to mention insults them and -

Hijikata: (through his gritted teeth) Nobody asked you.

Okita: (continues) I don't know, maybe women are suckers for abuse or something. The guy is a sadist. I tried to be that type but it's kinda a pain in the butt.

Heisuke: You are that type, Souji.

Okita: (his eyes gleam wickedly) Heisuke-chan, you didn't learn your lesson, didn't you?

Heisuke: N-Nothing. (mumbles) Man, it's hard to be an apprentice.

Kondo: Settle down, guys. Kazama-kun, the lady asked for you exclusively, and this is her hundredth time asking for you. She waited patiently so do you think you can reward her persistence?

Kazama: Hmpf.

Okita: (turns to you) Wow, you asked for him, hundred times? No self-respect, huh?

Kondou: Souji! Don't insult the lady, her self-respect is not any of our business!

Okita: (smiles) Kondo-san, you slam-dunked her just now.

Kazama: Fine, I don't have anything better to do tonight. (Turns to you with a piercing stare) Entertain me. I hope you're not as boring as you look.

Hijikata: That's not how it works, you moron! You are the one who has to-

Sanan: There, there, Hijikata-kun. Calm down. Let's leave them. (He gently pushes Hijikata out of the room; everyone stands up, walking away)

Okita's voice in the distance: Man she pays to be stepped over, what a weird woman.

Kondou: Souji!

Okita: Fine, fine, I'll keep my mouth shut, Kondo-san.

Kazama: (doesn't move from his seat, and is resting his head on his hand) What's with that blank stare? You got what you wanted, don't tell me you're just going to stare at me the whole night? (Sighs)

Tsk. You really have no clue how to entertain a man, don't you?

(Smirks) Guess I could show you the things I like, so you remember it the next time I grace you with my presence. Now be a good student, won't you?

(Hijikata eavesdropping) The bastard is a smooth operator. I won't lose to him, (Hijikata mutters, smirking)

Okita: Hey guys, Hijikata san is jealous of the new guy! So pathetic!

Hijikata: Soujiiiiiiiii!

Souji's laughter echoes through the corridor, followed by the angry footsteps of Hijikata.

#hakuouki #my fanfiction

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hergrandplan · 6 years ago

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Dimya + “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me”

A/N: I meant to write a domestic Dimya one-shot which quickly was dismissed for a college party AU (which may have turned into a Thirsty for Dima one-shot I regret nothing)

Music was blaring loud over the speakers in the common room.It was one of the latest big generic pop songs; maybe something by ArianaGrande or Nicki Minaj or Dua Lipa or Halsey, Anya couldn’t tell. It was thedifficult to make out over the hoarse voices of college frats and partycrashers, making up one big off-key chorus. The song slowly smoothed over intoanother song, a song that Anya did in fact recognize: “Sucker” by the JonasBrothers. She had had it on repeat for several weeks now, though of course shewould never admit that to anyone. Her eyes moved over the dancefloor, trying toget a glimpse of Dmitry Sudayev, arguably the hottest guy in college. He hadthose fine Eastern European features that he had inherited from his parents;Russian immigrants that fled just before the cold war. This was commonknowledge around campus of course, not that Anya had spent her days researchingDmitry and stalking him on Instagram. Okay, she admitted she may have lookedhim up on Facebook, but who wouldn’t want to know a little more about a guywith such chiselled cheekbones? As Dmitry roamed around the room, talking tovarious people, Anya followed him with his eyes. Eventually, she decided to “shoother shot” or whatever that was called nowadays. With the song Sucker stillspinning, Anya chugged her (disgusting) beer and got up from her seat in thecorner. When he was finally alone, the final notes of the song hovered on thespeakers, slowly turning into a much slower song. Anya took a deep breath andwalked up to him, muttering encouraging words to himself under her breath. Shehadn’t noticed she was still doing that, or that it was even audible, until shewas standing right behind him, ready to tap him on the shoulder to get hisattention when he turned around before she could even touch him (what a shame,really).

“What was that?” Dmitry asked her, flashing a beautifulbright smile that honestly made her melt. Yep, he had definitely heard her. Anyachoked. She definitely should have prepared what she was going to say.

“Um, nothing,” she dismissed it, the corners of her mouthtugging up slightly. Anya shook her head and try to regain her posture,standing up a little bit straighter. “Just wanted to say hi. So.. Hi.”

Dmitry chuckled. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

‘In my dreams we have,’ she thought to herself. Out loud,she was smarter than that, even with the alcohol in her system. “No, we haven’t.Not properly at least. I’m Anya.”

“I’m Dmitry.” God, his voice was so beautiful. Anya toldherself to focus.

“It’s nice to meet you Dmitry. Is that.. Russian?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“I’m Russian myself. I guess kind seeks out kind, huh?” Anyathrew in a smirk, just for fun.

Dmitry nodded. “I guess so. Would you maybe like to dance?”Dmitry made a coy bow, and Anya couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’d love to,” she answered, curtseying herself.

As they moved on to the dancefloor, Anya was very aware ofher hand in his, and she blushed. They danced for a good time, it felt likehours. Slowly they moved closer towards each other, and when Anya looked upDmitry’s eyes locked with hers. Soon, their lips would be meeting and when theyfinally did, Anya’s smile felt as wide as ever. Especially when Dmitry openedhis mouth. Slowly but surely, they made their off of the dancefloor, which wasgoing perfectly fine until Anya accidentally stumbled. They fell down together onthe floor, Anya on top of Dmitry. Both were laughing loudly, not caring whatother people might think. At least, Anya for sure wasn’t.

“How much did you drink tonight,Anya?” Dmitry laughed.

Anya couldn’t stop giggling. “I haveno idea.”

“Maybe it’s time we get you to bedthen.”

Anya knew full well that in thiscase “going to bed” actually meant sleeping, and not .. something more.

“Wait, don’t take kissing away fromme!” she protested. “I like kissing you.”

“How about we continue some othertime?” he said, winking at her. Anya nodded. Yes, she would very much likethat.

#aralisj #dimya #anastasia the musical #anastasia romanov #dmitry

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cinnamonsugarsheith-blog · 6 years ago

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Prompt: AU where Shiro and Keith meet at Allurance’s wedding. Rating: Teen, there’s a singluar line that could maybe be classified as M. Pairing: Sheith, what else. BG Allurance

Side note: I HC human!Allura as being Indian. Briefly mentioned here.

Keith did not understand the hype around weddings. They were expensive and you had to invite everyone you or your family had ever met and if Lance didn't Shut The Fuck up about ecru he was going to kill himself.

And what was even the point of a rehearsal dinner? That just seemed like a really good way to waste a whole lot more money. Especia-fucking-lly if the maid of honor he was supposed to be escorting down the aisle didn't show up. If it wouldn't absolutely destroy Lance he wished the woman fell in the ridiculously high heels that he (and Allura! Lance would insist, but more likely it was Coran...) had the girls wearing. At least Hunk was cool. When he wasn't sobbing about oh my god my best friend is getting married or committing for nerves. And Pidge, who Lance was technically borrowing from Allura's friend group, and her brother Matt apparently loved to pester Lance, making them his new favorite people. Her cousin Lotor was creepy as shit. He'd met him before at some art thing Lance had dragged him to when he and Allura had first started talking. He basically told both of them they weren't good enough to being his and Allura air and that she would be done with her little charity case in hanging out with then soon enough. Then he'd had the gall to ask Keith to dance. Fucking creep. Keith was just glad he didn't have to walk with him. And so glad all of this would finally be over tomorrow. And then he'd send Lance's crazy and Allura's patient asses on a plane to the Bahamas and be on with his life again. He was at the church at 8am, sitting in chairs that had been shoved against a wall in a room that he was sure was much smaller than the one Allura and her party was in. He and Pidge were both nursing coffee's, understanding that they were not on speaking terms until the whole pot on the cart by the door was gone. Lance was pacing around the room talking about he needed to put on his suit but then he couldn't put it on too early because it would get wrinkled. Hunk was blissfully unaware of all of this in the kitchen. He could not wait to get this shit over with.

At 10am, he was helping Pidge zip up her dress while Lance babbled nervously as he tried to button his pale blue dress shirt. "Lance." He and Pidge scolded together, for at least the tenth time. Keith stepped over and swatted Lance's hands out of the way, unbuttoning and rebuttoning the shirt with ease. "Pidge, tie." He flicked Lance's collar up and stepped out of the way. "On it." She looped the fabric around his neck and knotted it easily. Keith stepped back over with Lance's jacket as Pidge smoothed his shirt collar back down. He helped Lance into it and clapped him maybe a little too hard on the shoulder. "Shut up, Lance. You are going to get out there and do fine. Allura loves the fuck out of you and she is not going to leave you at the altar. And if she does Hunk and I will..." He trailed off, not wanting to threaten to beat up his best friends almost wife. "I'll beat her up for you." Pidge snickered and shoved them towards the door, purple dress bouncing when she walked. Hunk met them at the foyer and helped them pin flowers into their lapels, or in Pidge's case into her hair. He smelled like chiles and curry. Well there was that to look forward to at least. Eventually music started to fill the halls and this brought Lotor, followed by Matt, and then the most attractive man Keith had literally ever seen. Allura had a Man of Honor? "Hi!" The man said a little breathlessly. "You must be Keith! Sorry I missed rehearsal last night. I've heard a lot about you..." "Yeah I'm Keith." Ugh that jawline and the broad shoulders and his smile and well there went Keith's entire intention of leading down the aisle. He couldn't lead this guy anywhere if he wanted to. He was solid. "I'm Shiro." Then the music started playing and Pidge and Matt shoved Lance through the doors so he wouldn't see Allura, before retaking their places at the tail end of the group. Shiro offered his arm and he had no choice but to take it with the doors now open and the crowd watching. Hunk and Lotor were behind them, and the siblings were in the back. He tried to focus on his steps and breathing the short walk to the altar because this gorgeous man next to him was holding his arm easily, and their arms were touching... (Lance would remind him he needed to get laid if arm touches did it for him. Ugh.) A large hand on the small of his back guiding him to Lance's side of the altar when they parted was the last nail in the coffin.

He didn't interact with Shiro again until they were in the massive banquet hall where the reception was. That's right, they were expected to dance. Shit. Shiro took his hand with a warm smile and no questions, setting the other on Keith's waist as the DJ said some corny stuff about the new Mr and Mrs VonAltea-McClain. Keith settled his a little nervously on Shiro's shoulder. He didn't go to prom, but if he had, he imagined it would have been like a more tackily decorated version of this. "So you're Lance's best friend, brother, cousin, coworker...?" Shiro started after a moment of smiling at him in silence. "Foster brother." Keith swallowed and glanced away knowing what would follow that comment. "Cool. I hear your abuela is an amazing cook!" Well that was not the standard reaction. "Uh yeah... How do you know Allura?" "She um... My ex actually. Our fathers set up an arranged marriage when her family immigrated from India." Keith must have been looking at him like he was crazy because Shiro laughed. "I'll understand if you want to stop dancing with me, but I'm gay. It wasn't going to work for anyone." "Oh." Keith said simply. "Oh?" "Nothing, I'm just not used to gay men who look like they could snap me in half." Shiro laughed again. "I'll take that. You uh... Don't mind though? The dancing and all the other crap we have to do together tonight? Me and Matt can partner up and you have Pidge. Or vice versa. I've known them for years so..." "No, it's cool. I'm not straight either, so you're safe with me." He tried to give him the smile that Allura called "roguish" once. "Besides watching Matt and Pidge bicker was the highlight of the rehearsal dinner. I'm not missing them ramp it up tonight."

"What are you? If you don't mind me asking?" Shiro leaned in close, probably with Keith's privacy in mind. Fuck he even smelled good. Keith shrugged in response to the question. "It sounds stupid as shit, but I never really thought about it? Just like who I like." And right now he'd happen to like to do the dumb cliche thing where he fucked a bridesmaid on the wedding night. Bridesman? Fuck it. Whatever. Shiro raised an eyebrow. "How old are you? Am I dancing with a teenager?" "No you ass, I'm twenty two." Shiro nodded sagely. "Not a teenager. Still a child." "Oh fuck you." "Anything you want, Baby." Shiro winked and Keith was done for.

He spent the rest of the night in Shiro's periphery. And then, as previously planned, he went home. Drove Lance and Allura to the airport in the morning. Had basically forgot about the other man until Lance and Allura threw a cookout. And if Shiro looked good in a charcoal grey suit, Keith must have been in heaven seeing him in a tank top and swim trunks. He definitely gave an audible "oh fuck." Before getting hit squarely in the face with a volleyball. "Hey! Keith, right? I'm Shiro we--" "I remember you." Keith pinched his nose in hopes of stopping his watering eyes and shoved the volleyball back at Shiro. "Are you okay? Let me see..." Shiro pulled his hand away from his face and cupped his chin. He tilted Keith's face side to side slowly, looking at the red mark. He looked into Keith's eyes with just the barest hint of a smirk. "Looks good to me." Keith's cheeks turned as red as his forehead. "Shiro are you gonna bring the ball back or what?! Allura and I aren't finished kicking your asses yet!" Pidge yelled from the net.

"Sorry, Baby. Duty calls." Keith blinked as Shiro jogged off and tossed the ball to Matt to serve. Keith headed over to where it looked like Lance or Hunk had put together pitchers of mixed drinks. "Coran which one of these is the strongest?" He said over his shoulder. "Nunvil. The purple one." The man slurred from under the straw hat he'd pulled over his face. He gulped down half a cup before starting to look for Lance. "Hey man!" Lance was manning the grill under Hunks watchful eye. "Hey. Didn't realize you were having reception part two." "Haha, but nah. Lotor isn't here." He and Lance cheersed to that. "You bring trunks? I need a chicken partner for later against this guy --" he clapped Hunks shoulder "-- and Pidge." Keith snorted. If he remembered that correctly Allura had expressly forbids both herself AND Lance from playing chicken after they both ended up with matching broken arms for four months.

"Sure, man. How is married life?" "It's great. A few more months and we think we are gonna start trying for Lancey Lance Jr." "That's great!" Hunk lit up. "Yep, you and Keith gotta arm wrestle for god dad."

"What about me and Matt?" A playfully sulky voice came from right behind Keith. "Ehhhh. Matt's out. Pidge's god mom anyways." "It should probably be Hunk." Keith sidestepped to let Shiro into the circle. "Awwe Keith doesn't like my unborn child!!!!" Lance hung himself around Keith's neck dramatically. "Get off, weirdo!" Lance grinned. "You love it, dude." "Yeah yeah, Hunks about to give away your grill privileges. You're burning the mushrooms." "Oh shit!"

Shiro plopped into the grass beside Keith's lawn chair with his plate a short while later. "Hey." His shoulder was pressed against Keith's knee warmly. "Hey..." "So can I take you out sometime?" "That was forward." "You seem like a guy who doesn't like too much beating around the bush... And I've called you 'baby' and had my hands on you quite a bit with dancing and wedding photos and playing nurse... Seemed like you were into it." Keith shrugged. As if anyone wouldn't be into it. "So... Can I take you out sometime?" "Sure." "Okay, what are you doing after this?" "Uh... Lance bought fireworks, so I'm pretty sure going to bed?" "Mmmm come with me instead?" "To bed?" Keith raised his eyebrows. Knowing that was NOT what Shiro meant, but wanting to throw him off his game. Shiro blushed. "Not unless you want to, but I was thinking I could take you on a night drive? I rode my bike over."

He sat close to Shiro on the bike, letting the wind whip through his hair and tug at his thin shirt. He was thankful to have the bulk of Shiro in front of him as a shield. Shiro eventually pulled onto a dirt road and they ended up spread out in a field not too long after on a blanket Shiro pulled out of his saddle bag. He pointed out constellations to Keith and Keith watched him talk excitedly more than he paid mind to the stars. Keith hummed and shrugged his shoulder to nudge Shiro. "Hey..." "Yeah?" "Can I take you up on that offer?" "What?" "Sleeping." "Well that was forward." Shiro mimicked his earlier sentiment. "No. Not that. I just meant I'm tired, but I don't..." He could feel his cheeks darken. "Want this to end?" Shiro rolled to his side and boxed Keith in with a hand above his shoulder. "Yeah..." "Doesn't have to, Baby..." Shiro leaned down and Keith forgot all about being tired and cold and the lumpy ground under his back when Shiro kissed him.

#sheith parade #sheith au #sheith #voltron au

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fixxofvixx · 7 years ago

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TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

Hello~~~~~!!!!

I hope everyone is surviving the comeback! (Because I’m not) The songs are awesome. The boys are looking good. And I’m over here rocking back and forth in the corner….

Anywho~ I have an update for you!

Honestly, wonshik’s chapter will most likely be next and THEN demon leo. It’s just the way my brain was working….

I hope you like it! PLEASE PLEASE let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

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“Your mother is right, Taekwoon. She’s showing signs of hypothermia. And she most likely has a concussion. If we dont take her now, we might lose her.”

“You don’t need to do that. Let me see her.” JangPil made his way into the room and placed his hand on your forehead. He turned, located JiYoon, and waved her over. “You’re the healer, yes?”

“Yes, sir, but I can’t do anything, she’s not a hybrid.”

“Maybe, but let’s take a look anyway?”

“Yes, of course. If I can help, I will.” JiYoon stepped forward and waited for JangPil’s instructions.

“Good girl. Taekwoon, put her down on the bed here. Now let’s get everyone out of here so we can concentrate.” JangPil looked to the others in the room and they obliged his request quickly. Taekwoon was the only one that didn’t move. “You too, son. I know you don’t want to but we don’t want to distract JiYoon here. Go outside and see if JinOh is alright, please?”

Taekwoon grumbled as he left the room and closed the door behind him. JangPil turned back to JiYoon and waved her closer.

“Now, let’s see what we can do. She suffered a hit to her head so we need to look at that first.”

JiYoon placed her hand under your head and tried to focus on seeing the injury but she felt no bump or cut. She looked up to JangPil and he winked. He leaned in close to JiYoon and whispered as low as he could. Taekwoon’s hearing was good but with the sirens and other noise outside, he wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.

“She’s healing already. But, I want to talk to her before I say anything. I just needed your presence as a healer and to ask you to watch over her and the little one.”

JiYoon furrowed her eyebrows in confusion while she turned his words over in her head. She looked at you and it finally clicked. She gasped and looked up at JangPil.

“You mean…?” She pointed to your stomach and the panther elder nodded. He placed a finger over his lips to urge her to stay quiet.

“She should wake up soon but we’ll keep a close eye on her.”

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You opened your eyes to a dark room. It took you a few moments to recognize your surroundings. Your body relaxed when you realized the familiar heartbeat next to you. Turning your head, you could just make out the sleeping features of Taekwoon. You turned slowly, remembering the injuries you had might cause some pain. However, you moved easily and you felt no pain. Feeling the back of your head, you were surprised to find nothing there.

Worried, you touched Taekwoon’s shoulder. You jumped when shot up out of a sound sleep.

“Y/N? Are you ok? Do you feel any pain? Are you hungry?” His hands were on you instantly, is eyes were wide and shining in the dark.

You laughed a little at his panicked state.

“I’m alright. That’s what worries me. How long have I been asleep?”

“Only a few hours.” He felt of the back of your head and this time, he looked confused. “The bump you had is gone. Hang on, let me see if JangPil hyung is still here.”

He bolted out of the bed before you could speak again and rushed through the bedroom door. You sat up and looked at yourself. Thankfully, your dirty clothes were gone. Taekwoon must have changed your clothes while you were sleeping.

Before you could get out of the bed, Taekwoon came back into the room with JangPil following behind him. The old man smiled sweetly at you as he approached.

“Hello my dear. How are you feeling?”

“Strangely, I feel good. Did I just imagine all of this?”

“No, I am afraid that everything is true. Taekwoon, will you go get some water for (y/n)?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, okay.” Taekwoon mindlessly hurried out of the room, brain still fuzzy from sleep.

JangPil turned back to you quickly and took your hand in his.

“Listen, my dear, I need for you to know something that I don’t think you’re aware of. Here, take this,” He handed you a small folded note and curved your hand around it. “I wasn’t sure of your feelings so just take a look at that by yourself and if you need any help, just let me know. Okay?”

You nodded, confused, just as Taekwoon came back into the room with a bottle of water.

“She seems to be alright. Still needs some rest and makes sure she eats plenty and she’ll be good as new. I’m going to head home now.” JangPil patted Taekwoon’s shoulder and smiled warmly at you before exiting the the room.

Taekwoon sat down on the bed in front of you and just stared at you. Self-conscious, you broke your gaze from him and smiled.

“Are you sure you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great actually.” You stood up and expected a wave of dizziness but nothing felt off. You headed towards the bathroom mumbling a quick ‘be right back’.

Once you closed the bathroom door, you opened the small note that JangPil had given you. Your heart skipped a beat when you read the message.

Dear, no beating around the bush. You are expecting a child. I wasn’t sure if you wanted anyone to know so I wrote this. Come see me if you need to.

You almost fell to the floor. You thought that perhaps it was a joke but JangPil didn’t seem the type to do that. Not with something like this. The need for the bathroom could wait as you jerked the door back open and ran out of the room.

“(Y/N)?! What’s wrong?” Taekwoon came towards you but you threw your hands up to stop him.

“I’m okay, I just need to talk to JangPil. Just…..just stay right here, alright? Promise?” You headed for the door and suddenly stopped, thinking of something else. “And turn your senses down. Promise me?”

“Of course, love. Just be careful.” His tone sounded hurt but you couldn’t look at him or you would just blurt it out. You needed to talk to JangPil first.

You made it out of the house quickly and looked around, finally spotting the panther elder with JinOh walking up the trail to his house. Running at full speed, you reached him in no time.

“You came a lot quicker than I thought you would.” He turned before you even made it to him.

“Is this true?” You asked breathlessly as you held up the note.

“Of course, my dear, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know, but….perhaps you are mistaken? I mean, wouldn’t the others know too? Especially T–him,” You hesitated saying Taekwoon’s name for fear that he might turn his senses back up. JangPil seemed to understand and nodded.

“Not where hybrid babies are concerned. You can consider it a defense mechanism. Hybrids cannot detect pregnancy. This is simply for the protection of the baby. It was hidden, thankfully, in your case where two rogue hybrids came for you and Miss JiYoon tonight just for that purpose. If JooHyung would have been able to detect it, he would have just taken off with you. As a panther elder, it’s part of my job to know. Just like how I can communicate with JinOh here. It’s one of the perks, if you will.”

JangPil smiled at you but your vision was clouding. He placed a hand of your shoulder to steady you. JinOh whined and nuzzled his nose against your thigh.

“JangPil……I don’t…what do I do?” Tears instantly trailed down your cheeks and your lip quivered.

“Talk to him. You know as well as I do that he will be happy. He will help you through this. Don’t panic and you’ll be just fine. Do you want me to go with you?”

“No….no, I’ll tell him. Yeah, that’s probably better.” You nodded but your head was a mess.

“Call me if you need anything for have any questions, dear. I’m here.” He started back down the trail but stopped. “And (Y/N)? Congratulations.”

Somehow his words provided a small comfort. You watched as the elder continued down the trail. Now, you had to talk to Taekwoon. You started to head back to the hanok. it you couldn’t get your feet to move. As much as you tried, you were frozen. Finally, all you could do was sit on the ground.

Thoughts crowded your mind. You had no idea how to tell him. And what about VIXX? You knew Taekwoon loved children but would he want one now that the group was doing so well? And what would the company say? Would they make you leave to protect Taekwoon?

“(Y/N)?”

You jumped when you heard Taekwoon’s voice. When you looked up at him, you could do nothing but cry. Worried, he ran for you.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What is it? Are you in pain? Where is JangPil hyung?”

You just shook your head repeatedly. You felt his fingers lightly touch your cheeks and you jerked back. He reached for you again and you let out a sob. This time, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. You struggled for a moment but quickly lost the will. Finally, you melted into his arms and held on for dear life.

He stood up with you in his arms and carried you back to the hanok. Before you knew it, you were back on the bed, clinging desperately to Taekwoon.

“Honey, tell me what’s wrong. I swear I’ll try to fix it.” He smoothed his hand over your hair and you just buried your head in his chest.

“I’m–” You voice hitched as you tried to tell him.

“It’s okay, just breathe. Whatever it is, we can fix it together.”

Together.

That word resonated in your head. Yes, it should be together. You needed to tell him. He deserved to know. Taking a deep breath you pulled away from him and looked at him. He sighed and slid his thumbs across your cheeks, clearing them of the tears that had covered them. You were forced to break eye-contact with him. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally spoke.

“I’m…um….I-I….I’m pregnant.” Your voice was reduced to a barely-audible whisper by the time you got to the most difficult part.

“What?”

Taekwoon’s voice was quiet. Fear settled into your heart and you panicked. You raised your head and grabbed his arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I know it’s bad timing but JangPil just told me and I don’t know what in the hell to do right now. But JangPil told me I should tell you and–”

Your insane rant was cut off by Taekwoon’s lips covering yours. The force of his kiss caused you to fall back on the bed with a muffled 'umph’. His body immediately followed yours, his lips never leaving yours.

After what seemed like a lifetime to your nerves, Taekwoon raised his head with a smile on his face.

“Please tell me you’re not joking. Please.”

“Do you think I would be freaking out like this is if I was joking?”

“Why are you freaking out? This is wonderful! I need to tell everyone! Or do you want to do that? No, we can do it together! My mom will be so excited! What do you think it is? A boy or a girl? Oh, that doesn’t matter! What about a name? Ah, I need to buy baby stuff now too!”

You were struck speechless at first as you listened to his words. You couldn’t help but start laughing at his apparent giddiness over the situation. He stopped rambling and started placing tiny kisses over your face. Eventually, he just buried his face in your neck and sighed.

“Thank you.” He whispered in your ear and your laughing ceased. His arms were wrapped tightly around you and his body completely covered yours. He was fully surrounding you and you finally felt content. Your body was relaxing and you smiled. Your arms came up to circle his neck.

You didn’t answer him. You both just stayed there for a while, absorbing. It was Taekwoon who spoke up first.

“So, you feel okay? Do you need anything?” His voice was soft next to your ear and it calmed your nerves.

“Yes. Strangely, I feel great. JangPil said I will heal faster because of the baby and that’s why the bump on my head it gone.”

He raised his head and looked at you. A smile was permanently plastered on his face. Tears still escaped your eyes involuntarily. He leaned down and kissed each of your cheeks directly under your eyes. He lingered for a few moments more before removing himself from you completely.

He pulled you up along with him and he stood.

“Come with me, you have to be hungry. You haven’t eaten for hours.”

He led you out into the common room and it suddenly dawned on you that it was way too quiet in the hanok.

“Where is everyone? What happened with HaeJeong? Did you find him?”

“HaeJeong is dead.” Your heart jumped as he told you what happened.. “They’re both gone now. The police finally arrived with Jimin’s uncle to take care of everything. Everyone else went back to Seoul. We didn’t want to risk moving you for that long so I stayed here with you. It took about an hour to convince my Mother to go back home.”

A gasp left your lips as you thought of his Mother.

“Oh my God, Taekwoon. What are we going to tell your Mother?! What is she going to think of me?”

“My mother doesn’t think worry about things like that. She just wants babies.”

“Oh, so that’s where you get it.” You giggled as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter.

“I don’t want just any baby. I want yours.” His eyes were bright and focused. He was truly happy.

You blushed as turned to open the fridge. You stared at his back thinking about the changes that were about to happen. Your mother, of course, would be thrilled. But if you were honest, you were terrified. You had grown up with children everywhere in your family but now you would be responsible for one? What if you did something wrong. What if everyone hated you for this?

Your vision focused on a pair of eyes staring at you. You jumped a bit and smiled.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“Stop worrying. I can feel it. You–do you not want the baby?” The first look of fear passed over his face since you had told him the news. You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at him.

“No, of course I want the baby! I’m happy about the baby. I just don’t know if everyone else will be.”

“Everyone else doesn’t matter. We matter. You, me,” he splayed his hand over your stomach and you felt calm again, “and this little one is all we need to worry about.”

#Vixx #vixx fic #vixx scenario #hybrid vixx #Leo fic #Taekwoon fix #Taekwoon hybrid

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aldaerianreynardgradston · 6 years ago

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Interview with Alder

1. What is your name?

"Alder Gradston"

2. What is your real name?

"Aldaerian Reynard Gradston. A wee bit to formal fer me in'nit?"

3. Do you know why you were called that?

"No clue as to why me folks decided to name me like a bloody noble."

4. Are you single or taken?

"Taken but don't let that fool ya, I'm game for a wee bit o' fun if ye are, lass. Err or ye a lad? Oh boy..." Even under his fur, it's apparent that the worgen is blushing as he pulls at the collar of his shirt.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

"Well I dabble in some healin' a magic but nothin' too fancy. Always had a bond with dogs and can almost understand 'em. Oh and I can shapeshift"

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"A what? Ye daft idjit what are ye goin' on about?" The disgruntled worgen takes a sip of some whiskey. Slyly, under his breath, "An' me name's not Mary."

7. What's your eye color?

"Well right now they are a lovely shade of red." Alder flutters his eyelashes in a heavily sarcastic flirt before chuckling deeply.

8. How about your hair color?

"Me coat looks black but it's actually a charcoal black," he looks at you with a puzzled eyebrow cocked up. "Am I no allowed to pay attention to me own fur? Got tae keep it clean an' ye notice the color when ya do that."

9. Have you any family members?

His mood shifts all of a sudden. He now is much more stoic and almost reclusive.

"Can... can we change the question, please?"

10. Oh? What about pets?

His spirits almost instantly uplifted at the idea of talking about pets.

"Oh, aye, I got plenty o' pets. All of 'em are me dogs. There's Sparky, me oldest dog who was with me before the curse. Toby, Bronn, Rex, Mist, Cyril, Byron, Tiberius, and..." he goes on and on describing his 'dogs', of which you are certain probably only 3 are dogs and the others are all much more aggressive breeds.

11. That's cool I guess, now tell me about something you don't like.

Alder growls low, "Sylvanas..."

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

"Huntin' obviously. I love tae fiddle with me guns; some might even say I'm a damn good gunsmith. Shootin' whenever I can. Oh yea, and drinking; a lot." He raises his glass and sips.

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

"Aye ye could say that. E'ry notch in me rifle is one who shoulda kept his head down." There are about 18 tallies on one side of the rifle's butt.

14. Ever... killed anyone before?

"Did... did ye miss tha meanin' behind me last answer? How daft are ye, ya bloomin' idjit?"

15. What kind of animal are you?

"Well, ye'd think I was a wolf but I've been told I share traits with that of a fox. Thus, me informal title of The Black Fox."

16. Name your worst habits.

"I tend to go a bit, um, feral, I guess ye could say. Lose me temper sometimes. Tha drink donni help none either."

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

He shifts once more. In a somber tone, "Me da'. Looked up tae him since before I could walk."

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

The worgen clears his throat before finishing his whiskey, "I'm straight."

19. Do you go to school?

"When I was a lad fer a wee bit. Me da' was real keen on me bein' a smart cookie. Guess it worked," he laughs.

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"Aye, s'pose everyone does at some point. Just with tha Horde and that bloody sword... I'm not sure if I should bring any wee baby Alders inta' tha world."

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

"Fuckin' hell I'd love tae meet 'em. Who said they want a piece o' this beast?"

22. What are you most afraid of?

"Tae be honest? Everything I've ever cared about has been taken from me. Me family, Gilneas, Teldrassil. Never again." A fierce determination burns in his eyes.

23. What do you usually wear?

"When I'm not huntin' or fightin' I'll wear me long coats an' me derby."

24. Do you love someone?

"Aye, a beautiful night elf girl. She's the biggest pain in me arse I've ever had tae deal with but damn I wouldni trade it fer tha world."

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

A very concerned look washes over Alder's face. "Why in the name o' tha titans and tha wild gods would ye wanna know that? Pro'lly when I was a wee lad. Coulda been when I was piss drunk though. I like tae get pretty hammered."

26. Well it's not over yet!

"Well if that's tha case I'm gonna need more whiskey."

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

"Well growin' up I was low class. Damn near dirt poor. But now I think I'm upper middle class thanks tae this here," he pulls out an inscribed Alliance medallion with the word 'Houndmaster' on the front face.

28. How many friends do you have?

"A few close ones. None too many. I feel if ye have too many friends ye can spread yerself thin."

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Mmm, pie." His eyes glaze over and his tongue hangs out. An audible grumble is heard from his stomach.

30. Favorite drink?

"A nice, strong, Headlands whiskey."

31. What's your favorite place?

"The Headlands. I wanni go back there one day and see me old home."

32. Are you interested in someone?

"Why, ye lookin' fer some company tonight?" He winks one, strangely alluring, crimson eye.

33. What's your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

"Ye really want tae find out, love?"

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

"I'd definately say a lake. There was one near me home in tha Headlands growin' up."

35. What's your type?

Alder raises an eyebrow, "Hm, I'd say tall, thin yet curvy with curves in all tha right places," he wiggles his eyebrows. "Most likely elven. Donni really care what kind. Always had a thing fer elves."

36. Any fetishes?

"Oh, ye really are pressin' these intimate matters, arent ya? Join me fer a drink after this an' ye might find out."

37. Seme or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?

"Keep pokin' me with these questions an' I might just show ya."

38. Camping or indoors?

"I'd love tae be campin' more but with tha war rampin' up I've been confined tae me office and tha trainin' grounds."

39. Are you wating for this interview to end?

"If it means I get tae answer those naughty bit questions in a more... demonstrative way with ye, then yes."

40. Now it's over! Tag 3 people.

(Dont have anyone to tag on tumblr :/)

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make-me-imagine · 7 years ago

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Request: Could you do a Macgyver oneshot where the reader is Jack's niece/nephew or something and is secretly dating Mac and the team finds out???? Your writing is 👌👌👌

Thanks!! I changed it slightly, but I hope I still did it justice :)

Characters: Angus MacGyver x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: None

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“Y/n, where are you?” you heard Mac ask through his earpiece

“Second floor coming up” you said as you were walking stealthily down the hall towards the staircase

“Head up y/n, you got two guys comin’ your way” you heard Riley say quickly

Just ahead you heard whispering, quickly hiding behind a wall you waited for them to pass, it would be better if you don’t get caught yet. But just as you thought this you saw the men come flying down the stairs with Mac behind them.

After fighting the men for a moment he managed to knock one out but the other got away “Mac!” you yelled running up to him “What part about stealth mission don’t you get?!”

“I didn’t want them to find you” he said simply

“I was hiding, they wouldn’t have” you said exasperated

Just them you heard more yelling as men ran towards you, giving him a look that said ‘This is your fault’ you two quickly ran up the stairs.

“Jack, we need to hurry” Mac said while dragging you down the hallway, his hand in yours.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming” you heard Jack yell frustrated

Running around the corner you see Jack waiting for you with a bloody lip. He had obviously been caught at some point too. Pointing and firing his gun behind you as the men rounded the same corner, he gave you cover as you dived into the security office.

You quickly put the USB device into the side of one of the computers, you needed to download the files. Doing everything Riley was telling you, you managed to get the files. Taking the USB out and shoving into your inner jacket pocket you looked at Mac.

“So, how are you gonna get us out of this one?”

Looking around the room then seeing his eyes fall to the fire extinguisher he looked at you “I’ve had worse ideas”

As the door flew open and he blasted the men in the face with the fire extinguisher, you and Jack managed to get around them, running down the hallway with Mac following closely. With the bullets flying you managed to dive out onto the fire escape. Seeing Riley pull up in the vane you three jumped the rest of the way down, ignoring the throbbing in your ankle as you landed roughly you jumped into the van, speeding off.

Lying on the van floor, panting you looked over at your Uncle and Mac, each of them having obviously been in a fight you chuckled “You two really need to learn the definition of stealth”

Glancing at each other they turned back to you smiling, you and Mac sharing a look that Jack didn’t notice.

After debriefing with Thornton you, along with Jack and Riley, headed to Mac’s place. Bozer, after cooking you guys some burgers, was with Riley, trying to get her to help him with another project for his movie.

As you sat down outside, Mac came and sat next to you, handing you a drink, with another in his hand

Leaning closer he spoke quietly “So, you still mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked genuinely

“About ruining our stealth mission” he said taking a sip of his drink

Smiling you shook your head “No. I know why you did it” you said giving him an amused look.

Mac had a way of getting protective over you on missions, sometimes it was aggravating, but when the mission worked out well enough, like it did tonight, it only amused you. Glancing behind him and into the house, checking to see where Jack was you leaned forward, quickly pressing a kiss on Macs cheek, earning a smile from him. Mac smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you he pulled away quickly when he heard Jacks approaching footsteps.

“Hey” he said the Mac as he approached, throwing Mac a basketball “Horse?”

Mac smiled standing walking over the the hoop. Glancing back he smiled at you and gave you a wink, causing you to smile and shake your head lightly.

After watching them play for a while Grover decided to recruit you into fixing one of his props, it was easy enough, just a little glue and painting.

After Jack lost horse twice he finally decided it was time to go home “Hey y/n, want a ride home?” he asked walking up to you

Glancing down at the prop you hesitated “Um, no, I’m gonna finish this first, I don’t want Bozer to get on my case for it, I’ll just make him take me home as a thank you” you said smiling up at your uncle

The prop would only take another minute to finish, and you knew that Bozer had already gone to bed. Riley left about twenty minutes ago. You just wanted to be alone with Mac.

“Alright” he said oblivious

Leaning down and kissing the top of your head he headed into the house while bickering with Mac about how he thinks he was cheating.

After a couple minutes you felt Mac sit down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You smiled as you felt him place a kiss on your neck “Do you really have to finish that?” he spoke into your neck.

After sticking together two pieces you set it down on the little table next to you “There. Done” you said turning to smile at him.

Smirking at you Mac pulled you in for a kiss, his hand finding it’s way to the back of your head. After pulling away from the kiss he leaned stood up taking our hand “Come on”.

Standing up you winced audibly when your foot touched the ground, you quickly sat back down on the lawn chair. Mac quickly reacting by squatting down to look at your ankle, lifting the hem of your jeans he frowned

“You’re ankle is swollen” he said looking up at you

“Yeah, when we jumped from the fire escape I landed funny” you said looking down at you foot.

Suddenly, Mac swooped you up in his arms, earning a surprised yelp from you, quickly followed by a chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed him quickly on the lips “My savior”

Smirking, he carried you into the house, setting you on the couch he disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with a pair of your clothes.

Grabbing the clothes you looked at the pair of shorts “I’ve been looking for these” you said amused.

“You left them here last week” he said walking into the kitchen

After changing you lied back down on the couch, Mac came back with an ice pack, lying it on your ankle he lied down next to you, moving you so you were lying on his chest, careful not to knock the ice pack off.

Lying your head on his chest, you breathed out, relaxed, listening to the sound of Macs heartbeat. He started running his hand through your hair, you lied their contently, until you eventually fell asleep.

“What the hell?!”

You and Mac sat up suddenly at the shout, the now melted bag of ice falling to the ground. Quickly looking around you saw your Uncle staring down at you, a look of shock on his face. Riley was standing next to him, an amused smirk on hers. Thornton came in a moment later, ignoring you two and walking into the kitchen to get some coffee, Bozer was cooking breakfast already.

“Umm, we-” Mac started

“No! No, don’t give me any of that we fell asleep and must have accidentally cuddled!” he said exasperated “Wait, wait...are you two dating?” You and Mac exchanged a glance, giving Jack his answer “How long!?”

“Umm, like...three months” you said quietly.

“Three months, and neither of you though to tell me!?”

“Well, we kind of wanted to avoid...this” Mac said referring to how Jack was freaking out.

“Oh, you- Why are you smiling?!” he interrogated Riley, after seeing how amused she was “Did you know?”

Lifting her hand defensively she laughed “Hey, it’s not my fault your unobservant” she said walking into the kitchen

Jack opened his mouth in shock and offence “And what about you two” he said talking to Thornton and Bozer who were watching from the kitchen.

“Of course I knew, I’m their boss”

“And I’m Macs roommate, how could I not know” Bozer said from next to her

He looked over at you two obviously offended

“Okay, okay” you said standing up, your ankle still sore “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I was just afraid of how you would react” you said genuinely

After a moment of silence Jack sighed “Alright. Though I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” he said pointing at you “I guess...that if you had to date anyone...I would want it to be Mac” he admitted

Mac smiled at him, standing up next to you he was about to speak but Jack interrupted him “But if you ever hurt-”

“I know, I know! You’ll kill me” Mac said smiling.

Jack smirked before jumping forward and pretending he was gonna hit Mac, They exchanged playful punches before Mac wandered into the kitchen, giving you a quickly glance as Jack walked up to you.

“Does he...are you..happy?” he ended hopefully

Smiling at him you glanced behind him, seeing Mac talking to Bozer “Yes, Uncle Jack. I’m very happy”

“Good” he said before wrapping his arm around your shoulder “You just let me know, if he ever steps out of line” he said raising his fist in a warning

Chuckling you shook your head “You’ll be the first to know”

Requested by anon

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 7 years ago

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Nepenthe - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part II)

Request: Hello!! Could I possibly request a Steve x reader imagine where the reader is younger than him? (Well, anyone would be younger than him). So maybe she is around twenty with a tragic background and she is the one who has been helping him adjust and then she helps him with the whole Bucky thing and they kinda end up together somehow. She is a SHIELD agent. (Something like a timeline from the moment he was revived up until whenever you want). I don’t know if it made sense, sorry. Thank you so much. Nepenthe: Something or someone that can make you forget grief or suffering. Safe heaven. Warnings: My English, language, gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Also, it deviates from the movies at some points but it’s pretty close. This is the second part. The next one is going to be the last one. PART I Word Count~5k MASTERLIST Pending Requests You felt your eyes tearing up and a single tear fell down onto your cheek. Steve walked towards you, tracing the tear away with his thumb. He momentarily forgot about the problems that you would have to face later or the fact that touching you made him feel dizzy. But you could only think about one thing. He had mentioned that there was a person that had kept him from giving up. He was in love with somebody else. “Who.. is she?” You asked, your voice breaking. You couldn’t believe you were going to further embarrass yourself but you needed to know. You bet that it was either Sharon or Tash; they were both beautiful, independent and strong women. And you were you. He gulped at your words but held eye contact, making you go weak at the knees. “That obvious?” he questioned but the blush that had made its way to his cheeks have his facade away. More tears began to well up in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You couldn't let him see you like that. You should have known. He would never see you like that. You were too young for him. He felt that you deserved better. You were both oblivious. "Kinda" you tried to joke. He smiled and the whole world lit up but fell into darkness at the same time. He wasn't smiling at you. He was smiling at her. After a moment, he recollected himself and moved away from you, his hand leaving your cheek and you immediately missed his touch. You shook your head trying to make him get out of there. "What happened?" he asked you, worried about your previous demeanor. How do you admit that you had this huge crush on him? No, it wasn't a crush anymore. You had grown closer and you had seen him being pushed down to the ground and getting back up. You had met all of his sides and you couldn't help how much you cared about him. You knew that he didn't feel the same. How could he? "Nothing, really..." you trailed off. Just that you will never look at me the way I want you to. He furrowed his eyebrows. You were a terrible liar but you wished that for once he would just let it slide. And he did. "So, do you like the suit Tony... um, designed for you?" he proceeded onto asking you in order to change the subject. It didn't really work but it did distract you. But you blushed when you remembered that the suit didn't exactly cover you up. Steve hadn't seen it yet. "Tony is...something else. I do like it. I mean it's practical. Other than that...um, I don't know" you rambled on. It was petit. And tight. And, well destructing. "Too much?" he guessed but you smiled at the ground and blushed even harder. "Too little" you shyly admitted. He choked on his breath.

"Shit!".That had to be Tony, you thought. He was the only one who could manage to sound like a little asshole even when saying something like that. "Language! JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?" you heard Steve commenting. Language? Really? You scoffed but your eyes were glued to the soldiers that were approaching. "The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we've taken" Jarvis answered and instead of being assured that you knew what was going on you felt helpless. "Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last" Thor added and you understood what he meant. The scepter was powered by one of the infinity stones. Its possibilities were endless. You and Natasha had to take out those soldiers and that was what you did. "At long last is lasting a little long, boys" you commented dryly as Clint was being shot. "Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise" you heard him answering back sarcastically enough that Tony would be proud. "Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language?"". Oh, there he was. You thought you had lost him since no one was being bitter around here. You smiled and rolled your eyes at them. Boys. You moved closer to Steve. "I know" he said very much aware of his old-fashioned ways. You were close enough to see Steve throwing his bike at some soldiers that were driving up in their truck. Your eyes became wide and you gulped. He sure was strong. "It just slipped out" he said, winking at you with a loop-side smile. Where did that come from? "Sir, the city is taking fire" Jarvis commented nonchalantly but you knew that you had fucked up. "Well, we know Strucker's not going to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion" Tony murmured to himself and you looked over at Steve who was a tad more concerned. You didn't say anything, you just kept your pace fast and hoped that you would get inside that base. Before long, you heard Clint struggle and a new voice became audible saying ' you didn't see that coming?'. He was an arrogant asshole with an accent. "Clint!" Natasha yelled in panic and you could feel her worry through the earpiece. You rushed towards the building, leaving Steve alone without even thinking about it. This was personal. You took off your earpiece and tried to find your way in. You could sense that you were heading the right way. Tony flying the same way was a bonus. You didn't have the time to process what happened. Someone grabbed you and you both took off, only for you to realize that Iron Man was once again stopping you from doing what you wanted. "Stark, we really need to get inside" you heard Steve saying while he was obviously fighting with soldiers. "I'm closing in. JARVIS, am I...closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?". You scoffed and Tony rolled his eyes at you even if you couldn't see it. You had grown close to each other, not in a creepy way. More of a father-daughter way. He was annoying but oh, well. When was he not? "There's a pathway below the north tower" Jarvis informed. This was going to end up bad for you. "Great, I wanna poke it with something" Tony said like he was a five-year-old excited kid. You put your earpiece back on, just in case that any of them had a funny idea. "Ready?" he asked you but he didn't really wait for an answer as he threw you towards the north wall and probably the source. "Screw you" you hissed at him before all air left your lungs as you crushed onto the wall and blew up the shield. You ended up hitting your head pretty bad but other than your sore body, everything was fine. Tony on the other hand. He was screwed. "Drawbridge is down, people" he announced overly excited that he had actually thrown you against the wall. You heard other things going on but you couldn't focus. "Did you really just throw her?" Thor questioned him, not knowing if he should be impressed by him or furious. You sighed and moved in the shadows. "I'm fine. Now, get your asses in here" you practically ordered them. It was the least they could do. "And for gosh sake, watch your language!" Tony reprimanded you and you couldn't help but snort at his remark. "That's not going away anytime soon" Steve sighed. You would feel bad but he deserved it. Once you had found the main room and you saw Tony bursting in, you braced yourself for the worst. But that never came. They kept shooting at him but of course, the suit. "Guys, stop, we gotta talk about this" he said seemingly emotionless. You knew that he would shot down the soldiers using the damn suit but they didn't. "Good talk". You barely listened to him since your main goal was to find List and knock him out. You moved through the room, carefully not to let anyone notice you. Tony was one step behind you and when you saw List, Tony knocked him out. "Hey!" you whined. You wanted to hit the hell out of List, not just take him out. Tony ignored you and stepped out of his suit, ordering it to be in Sentry mode. He started doing his thing and you scanned the room for any hidden passageways. "Is Y/N alright Stark?" Steve asked a bit worried and you had to hid your blush. Also, you had to suppress the urge to kick his ass. Why was he worried about you since he was into Sharon? "Hey, J, give me an IR scan of the room, real quick" you breathed out while Tony was smirking at your obvious crush but considering your idea as a very clever one at the same time. "Your girlfriend is a genius, Cap" he commented impressed when Jarvis pointed at the wall to your left. "Just to throw people at walls, Stark" Steve sighed and logged off. You didn't have to look at Tony to know that he wasn't going to let you hear the end of this. "You know, he never denied it" he said lightly but your cheeks were burning a bright red. You hummed in a mocking agreement and cringed when you thought about the Blondie. The wall opened up and he let another five-year-old scream. Rule number one when it came down to Tony. He was a child. A stupid, funny, sometimes, ridiculously rich and sarcastic kid. You were about to step into the newly opened passageway but he stopped you and went first. "Cap would kill me if his girlfriend got hurt on my watch" he responded but behind that stupid facade, he really did care. "Thanks, dad" you replied nonchalantly. You saw him smiling at the thought and you just went with it. You walked through the narrow aisle all the way down to a strangely big room. "Guys, I got Strucker" Steve said but you couldn't exactly answer because what was in front of you was definitely a lot bigger. "Yeah, I got...something bigger" Tony retorted. It was unreal; a robotic monster, too many cables and a... dead robot? What the actual fuck. It hit you. They were the recovered artifacts from the Battle of New York, including a gigantic Chitauri leviathan and some of Tony's Iron Man scrapped armor. "Thor, I got eyes on the prize" he said after a second. Your head snapped towards him and your glance fell on the scepter.And then everything happened too fast. Suddenly the Chitauri came to life and moved through the room that was no longer the room you had entered. When you unfroze from your original shock you realized that something wasn't right. You turned to Tony but his eyes were glued to the scene. The rest of the Avengers team were all lying dead. Your heart stopped when you spotted Steve. His shield was broken and he wasn't breathing. He wasn't breathing. Tony went over Steve's body to check his pulse and you couldn't bring yourself to look away. Steve grabbed him out of the blue and stuttered out a very accusing sentence. Something that Steve would never say. And then you got it. You placed your hands on Tony's arm and tried to snap him out of it. "It's not real. The second enhanced, remember? Tony this isn't real" you calmly talked him out of the tragic scene. "How do you know?". His usually care-free demeanor was nowhere to be found. He was shaking. "I have been mind-controlled before, Tony" you admitted whispering. And just like that it was gone. You were back in the cold room, with the scepter within your reach.

"But it's a trick" Clint exclaimed too certain of himself. You just nodded and rested your head on Steve's shoulder. The party had died, and you were the only ones left. As usual. "Oh, no. It's much more than that" Thor replied, equally certain of what he was saying. "Uh, "Whosoever be he worthy shall have the power!" Whatever man! It's a trick" Clint mocked Thor's accent and made you chuckle. It wasn't a trick and you knew it. Even Thor himself wasn't able to lift his hammer at some point in his past. "Well please, be my guest" Thor gestured at Mjölnir. Clint scoffed but you already felt bad for him. He wouldn't be able to lift it, not even move it. Because even though he was worthy he hadn't been honest about his life. You knew about his wife and children and so did Natasha but no one else. He had agreed with Fury to keep that part of his life a secret so that he could protect them. And of course, you couldn't blame him for it. "Come on" Tony provoked him further. They were stupid. "Really?" he asked looking at Thor for approval. This would be such fun. "Yeah!" Thor encouraged, positive about the outcome. You arched an eyebrow, something that didn't go unnoticed by Steve, who smirked at your expression. Something about him had changed, you realized. He believed in himself a bit more. He was confident and sure. And even though that was getting on your nerves at times, it suited him. Very much. Clint got up and prepared to humiliate himself. "Oh, this is gonna be beautiful" James added ironically but highly amused. "Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up". Oh God. The innuendos. Everyone laughed at Tony's remark. You had to admit that it was well-played. "You know I've seen this before, right?" Clint commented before he failed. Miserably. You tried to hold your laugh, turning your face towards Steve's shirt. He tensed up when he felt your body vibrating lightly with laughter, but he relaxed almost immediately. He didn't even mind that he was in public space. He wanted to grab you and kiss you, even if you were that much younger than him. But of course, being the gentleman he was, he never did. And you didn't know how you made him feel. "I still don't know how you do it" Clint hissed with disappointment at Thor as he sat back down. "Smell the silent judgment?" Tony butted in, but his arrogant nature was going to be his downfall. "Please, Stark, by all means" Clint suggested. You just made yourself more comfortable and leaned against Steve, who had unconsciously wrapped his arm around your waist. You felt goosebumps wherever he touched you. He was so pure for this world. Tony got up and all of the others simply couldn't handle their sarcasm. He failed once, he added his armored hand. He failed twice, he added James and his armored hand. Nothing. And it was hilarious to watch. You didn't even try to hide your snorts. It was so amazing to watch the mighty Iron Man getting beaten up by a hammer. Bruce tried to lift it and while he was at it he roared trying to change to the Hulk but failed. What made you look twice was the way Natasha was smiling at him. "Bruce and Tash?" you whispered to Steve. He looked at you, surprised that you got it that fast but nodded with a hint of a smile. So, he didn't like Natasha like that after all. You smiled back, feeling relieved until you remembered that Barbie-Sharon. Great. "Wanna give it a try?" Tony challenged Steve. He turned his head to him and a blush was very visible. You had a few ideas in your mind. "Let's go, Steve, no pressure" he continued as Steve got up and pulled his sleeves up. "Come on, Cap" James encouraged him. Steve started pulling on the hammer and managed to budge it a little; You had a hunch about him. He was way too humble to actually let Thor looking all alarmed. He pretended he couldn't lift it and huffed in faked annoyance as he sat down next to you. "I saw that" you informed him tentatively, not letting anyone else to hear. He smiled at the ground, blushing even harder. Thor laughed with relief and Tony asked Tash but she refused to even touch it. You both had a very not worthy past. "What about your girlfriend, Cap? Could she kick your ass?" Tony messed up with you again. You smiled politely back at him. "Steve, he said a bad language word" you playfully mocked the moment. You had to get out of that mess. Steve turned to Tony, a pained expression on his face. "Did you tell everyone about that?" he sighed but he already knew the answer. Tony smirked like the Devil. "You didn't answer my question, Cap" he pointed out. Oh dear. Thankfully, he saw your furious glance and shifted his attention back to the Mjölnir. "The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code. "Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints" is, I think, the literal translation?". You weren't exactly paying attention because Tony was right. Steve had never answered the question. And more importantly, he had never denied that you were his… girlfriend. Oh, no. No, no, no. "Yes, well that's, uh, that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one. You're all not worthy" Thor concluded as he got up, lifted his hammer and flipped it. Everyone started disagreeing but there was a loud screeching noise, causing everyone to cover their ears. And then... a robot? "Worthy... No... How could you be worthy? You're all killers". Oh, that was definitely gonna be a great night.

"Steve" "The war's over, Steve. We can go home. Imagine it!" Peggy tells him. But there were two voices in his head. Suddenly the dance hall was empty and he was standing there by himself. How did he get here? "Steve". That wasn't Peggy. That was the other voice. It sounded like it was coming from far away but he felt drawn to it. He saw Peggy again but when she turned to ask him to dance, what came out of her mouth weren't her words. "This isn't real, Steve". A soft voice was calling him like he was underwater, and the voice needed him to resurface. But it wasn't Peggy. Why not? He felt his cheeks burning under gentle and careful fingers. He was alone again. "Steve". What was his problem? The war was over, they had won, he had the girl of his dreams and they could go home. Why would he ever question that? It was everything he wanted. “Can’t break the broken” the soft voice warned someone. Not him. Why was everything so blurry? And he suddenly remembered. It wasn’t 1945 anymore, Peggy wasn’t here and he was on a mission. A mission that a little witch had messed up. And he finally recognized the voice. It was yours.

As you tried to help Clint carry Natasha, Thor and Steve to the Quinjet, you had to admit that your main concern was Steve. Natasha seemed lost in her mind and her memories of the Red Room, something that you understood completely. Thor couldn’t bring himself to admit that he had witnessed the death of all his friends. Steve… even though he didn’t tell you, you knew that he had seen something that had to do with Peggy. She was special and he still loved her. Maybe he wasn’t in love with her anymore but still cared deeply. They were messes and so were you but you tried to hide it. You wouldn’t be able to help if you were a mess. You were sitting next to Clint, trying to give Steve some space since he hadn’t responded to any of your attempts. He wanted to be left alone and even if it hurt you, you understood that. “Everyone's...we took a hit. We'll shake it off” Tony reassured Maria. You weren’t that sure anymore. The little witch had played with your mind too. “Well, for now, I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here” Maria advised. Tony felt defeated. You could sense the disappointment flowing around. “So, run and hide?” he concluded. It was giving up and you all knew it but it was also the only way you could shake some things off. “Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer” she answered truthfully. She seemed concerned, but she couldn’t do anything. You kept your eyes glued to the sky but you felt Clint’s glance. He knew you better than almost anyone else. He had trusted you enough to take you under his wing when you most needed. You had been babysitting his kids ever since. “Neither do we”. That hit you hard. He switched off the monitor, ending the call when he turned to Clint asking him if he wanted to switch and placed his hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. It was a genuinely sincere moment. “No, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time, cause we're still a few hours out” he answered but nodded his head towards you as you kept ignoring them. “A few hours from where?” Tony questioned puzzled. Clint was taking you to his home. “A safe house”.

You were in the attic watching the night sky transforming from a simple black canvas to a beautiful and colorful painting. It was late, very late. The small fireplace in the corner was warming more than the room with its sweet fire. The hot cup of tea you were holding was warming more than your hands. It felt serene, probably the only thing left to feel like that. “Lila told me you like it up here” a soft voice ended your reverie. A small smile was carved upon your lips. You sighed. This little safe heaven was all that you wanted. “You know, that’s all I want right now. A magical sky, a burning fire, a cup of tea… maybe some company” you trailed off not wanting to give too much away. You kept your eyes closed, breathing in the soft scent of your tea. You felt him moving closer; he sat down on the built-in seat under the window. “Are you alright?” he asked you, his voice stripped of any facades. You finally opened your eyes, giving him a very honest answer. “I will be. Eventually”. You returned to silence and you sipped your tea, letting the hot beverage calm you down and relax your tensed body and mind. It wasn’t awkward. Sometimes, silence is preferable. You weren’t thinking, you were just breathing deeply and letting go. “Natasha was shaken, and she has experienced half of the things you have” he stated, not accusingly, simply trying to understand you. How were you able to stand and smile and function like nothing had happened? “You can’t break what’s already broken” you whispered, not wanting your past to mess up with the scene you were part of. He realized that he had heard that very sentence before. “It was you” he spoke before he could stop himself. That made you look at him puzzled. You saw him struggling with whatever it was he wanted to tell you. You smiled softly and your eyes never left his. You bit your lip. Maybe it was too much but if you never tried you would never know. “It helps” you gently told him, handing him your cup. He didn’t react for a while and you thought that you had truly screwed up. However, his hands were wrapped around yours as you were holding the cup. He was warm; and bold. To hell with it, he thought. “When… you know, I heard you. It felt like I was underwater but I could hear your voice” he shyly admitted. He wasn’t exactly smooth with words; he didn’t know how to talk to a woman but with you he dared to take a chance. Because he knew that even if it was Peggy he had seen in his vision, it was you who made him want to leave his past in the past and come back. How was it possible someone so young could get him that well? You kept staring at him without being able to say anything. His eyes were impossibly blue and brutally honest yet soft. You weren’t able to stop your glance traveling down to his lips and back up to his eyes. He noticed that and with an accelerating pulse, he eliminated the small space that was keeping you apart. His lips were on yours, soft and uncertain of what to do. This kiss was real. You carefully removed your hands from his touch, to place the cup down and to be able to bring him even closer to you.He snapped out of his trance and wrapped his arms around your waist as kissed you for real this time. He crushed his lips with more passion and hunger, against yours and even bit your bottom lip asking permission which you would have gladly given him if you had the time. He pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your legs around his waist but things didn’t stop there. He pushed you back, making you lay on your back with him trapped between your legs. He broke the kiss and looked at you, his gentle fingers caressing your cheek. His eyes were bluer than the raging ocean. “You deserve better, doll” he whispered. He was ruining the moment. You rolled your eyes and pulled him back to your lips by the chain that hung around his neck.

“Do you see? The beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, you are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal” Ultron said as the earth was shaking and a huge piece of it was lifted into the air. You couldn’t do anything. You were Ultron’s personal captive. His weapon. He wanted Tasha int the beginning as he told you but he figured out that with you he could hurt more people using you than her. “Why can’t you see? They mean nothing. They are nothing. The twins… they had potential and so do you” he said to you. It had been a while now and you he had grown on you. Threats and empty words. You really missed those days back at Clint’s house. Those nights more accurately. Steve, to be precise. You saw Tony trying to save everyone, Steve trying to decapitate as many as shit-heads as possible, Nat and Bruce emerging from the earth together. You made a mental note that if you were to survive today you would have a girls night and talk about everyone’s love life. You saw Wanda trying to hold them off and Pietro- well, you couldn’t see Pietro and that was how you knew he was saving people. You were very well aware of who was shooting those arrows. They were all trying and helping and saving. And you would be their damnation. He wanted to unleash his powers through you to take them all out but you would never allow that. “Incoming already came in. Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely. The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off” Steve practically yelled. You weren’t that far away but they couldn’t see you and you were struggling to get out of the roped that had you pinned down to the ground. That son of a bitch had a plan and so did you but for some, you would arrive a little too late.

There were two screams that echoed the moment Pietro hit the ground with his infamous smirk still on his lifeless face. Wanda’s, who she sensed her twin dying and yours, who you saw him for a brief moment before. Because the truth was he had become your brother. Both he and his twin knew how it felt to be inside a Hydra’s cell, even if they had volunteered. They never wanted any of it. That-and the fact that they were almost your age- was what had brought you close at first but you had really bonded with each other. You had begun as enemies but you had ended up as a family. And now a part of that family had been taken away. In the years to follow, you wouldn’t remember how you got out of there or how you arrived at the new Avengers facility.

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jt-boi-n7 · 7 years ago

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For the OC ask, #1 for Evan Shepard, #15 for Everly, and B for both :D

Sorry this took so long, but I can’t be short about these things. Plus, I couldn’t resist taking Shepard out for another spin. (Don’t take this personally; she’s only running on spite and coffee and the occasional 30-second backrub.)

#1: How long can your OC sit still without doing anything? - Evan Shepard

“Someone told you the ant story, huh?”

Shepard leans back in her chair and eyes you coolly. This is the first time you’ve spoken since you’ve been serving on the Normandy. You were a part of the retrofit crew, just a lowly enlisted tech, when the Reapers hit Earth. And now you’re here, on the most important ship in the entire fleet. Serving under the most important officer in the entire navy. And, yeah, you just asked her about fucking ants.

The commander reaches into the cargo pocket of her pants and pulls out a battered, scratched silver case. It shone brightly at one point, you can tell, but years of abuse have whittled the finish away to almost nothing. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, sending a plume of smoke high above her head. The air recyclers snatch it away. The sight is somewhat disconcerting, but you imagine if anyone can smoke in the mess hall of their own ship, it’s Shepard. Even Vega, who is standing in the small kitchenette cooking huevos rancheros, doesn’t seem to mind.

“It’s true,” Shepard begins, still looking at you with hard eyes. It’s like she knows she could end you at any moment and is just trying to decide how. “I was on Elysium, just after the Blitz. Intel had located a group of retreating pirates, one of which was one of the main players in the colony attack. So I was dropped in a couple klicks away from their camp and had to cross an open field to get close enough for a shot.”

She exhales another cloud of smoke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Vega try to inch closer as discretely as possible–a notable challenge for a man of his size.

“There was hardly any cover, mostly brush, barely a meter off the ground. So I had to crawl. Slowly, so I wouldn’t give away my position. The camp was over 1300 meters away. It took me three days and four nights.” Shepard leans forward and knocks ash into an empty coffee mug. “On the second day, I crawled over a nest of fire ants. Ever seen an Elysian fire ant?” She raises her hand, and holds thumb and index finger at least five centimeters apart. “Their pincers are at least this big. No bullshit. And they bite hard.”

Your eyes widen involuntarily. Shepard chuckles, a low, raspy sound. “I was lunch for those fuckers for a solid day. And I couldn’t move, or roll around, or tear off my clothes and run away screaming. When I finally was extracted, I was in shock from the venom and had to be hospitalized.”

She pauses.

“I got the bastard, though. So to answer your question, Specialist: I can sit still for as long as I damn well please.”

Suddenly, you feel stupid for even asking. For a moment, the only sound in the mess hall is Vega’s eggs, popping and hissing on the stovetop cooker. But then the door just behind the kitchen opens and Liara T’Soni enters the room. She’s breathtaking, of course, like always. It’s almost become boring. She walks over to the table, all grace and poise and tightly coiled power. The air turns electric and you wonder if it’s because of her biotics. Shepard tips her head back, cigarette dangling from her lips, watching as the asari approaches.

She’s smiling. You’ve never seen Shepard smile before.

“Is she telling that ant story again?” Liara, surprisingly, addresses you first. You stammer a reply, and she just rolls her eyes and plucks the cigarette from Shepard’s mouth. “And did she tell you where exactly they were biting her?” Her eyes sparkle as she stubs out the cigarette.

Shepard grumbles in protest, and you’re not sure of it’s because of the cigarette or whatever Liara is about to divulge. The commander crosses her arms with a dark look, but she’s still gazing at Liara like she’s the only thing that matters in the whole universe.

“On her ass. There are still scars.” Liara finally pronounces, and Vega nearly doubles over in laughter in the background. You chuckle, too, now imagining the mighty Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre, Hero of the Citadel, getting chomped in the buttcheek by a bug.

Liara smiles brightly and plants a kiss on the back of Shepard’s head. The commander waves her away, but she can’t conceal her smile. Nor does it look like she wants to.

And then you get it. You get why it makes sense to put the hope of an entire galaxy in the hands of one person. It was everything: the training, the discipline, the singular determination in the face of an insurmountable goal. If anyone could save us, it would be Shepard. But then you realize something else. Shepard’s not doing this for you. She’s not even doing this for herself. She’s doing this for one person, and one person only.

And suddenly you are very, very grateful for Liara T’Soni.

#15: How does your OC speak? - Everly Trevelyan

“I am a bloody poet!”

Lady Inquisitor Everly Trevelyan proclaims. Loudly.

She slams down her tankard and is rewarded by a roar of approval from the surrounding tables. She’s at least three deep, which is unusual, but with what you’ve heard about the recent events in Orlais, you can’t really blame her.

Nor can you argue when she starts telling the story of what happened at the Winter Palace in Halamshiral. Even though the tale grows more outlandish with each recounting, the bare facts remain the same. And are no less impressive.

Yes, the Inquisitor, with all the charm and poise and confidence in the world, talked her way out of a rebellion.

Despite the momentousness of her victory, you still get the sense that Trevelyan’s companions are indulging her. Although, as you look at the Inquisitor, you wonder if she couldn’t use a little more indulging and a lot less work. Dark circles sit under her eyes and her face is drawn and taunt. Her smile, ever-present, falters as she speaks. She looks exhausted.

You suspect the Inner Circle is letting her blow off a little steam, as it were, but they can only hear the story so many times. Sera is rolling her eyes. Dorian groans audibly. Iron Bull rests his chin in the palm of his hand and looks like he might drift off. Only Josephine, with her insatiable love of politics, appears even remotely interested.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Dorian says, interrupting. “We are all aware of your prodigious skills as an orator.” He leans forward and winks conspiratorially at Sera. “But tell me, Inquisitor: how does the Seeker enjoy your silver tongue?”

A hot, red blush runs up Trevelyan’s face. Suddenly, all eloquence is lost.

“I, um, I–have no idea what you, um, mean.”

Dorian arches a brow.

“Indeed.”

#oh man sorry these too so long #crazy weekend #and i went out for margaritas soooooo #asks #mass effect #dragon age #commander shepard #liara t'soni #femshep x liara #the inquisitor #trevelyan

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This is for @jaybear1701 who prompted this fic to me. Just a short one shot of some young wayhaught

"There is no way..." Thin and mousy haired, one teen nudge his friend, setting off a chain of nudges in the packed booth. "You ask her." He had the beginnings of a mustache that only teenagers thought were fashionable and he spoke with a slight southern drawl.

His closest friend, the captain of the football team scoffed. "She's hot… but have you seen her sister?" He shook his head, scrubbing his hand through his short cropped black hair.

"Sounds like a whole lot of excuses, if you ask me." Mousy hair nudged him again, sending him even harder down the line of bodies.

"Hey!" Nicole shoved back just forcefully enough to appear upset when she hadn't minded at all. Just aggressive enough to not appear weak, to keep her sacred bubble of safety and respect.

"Cut it out." Doc and Dolls, or Double Ds as she'd always referred to them, despite their nagging and rough housing, were never apart and had a tendency to let their obnoxious behavior interrupt a fun evening at Shorty's, the local pie shop that served mediocre food with out-of-date music piping from a rusted old jukebox against one wall.

Doc scoffed, any attempt at malice ruined by the fact that they'd been friends for a better part of a decade, since he moved up to Purgatory from Texas. "Make me." Having moved up to Canada from the US of A herself, neither she nor Doc had picked up the strange accent everyone else had.

"Shut up." A hiss came from the other side of the table, forms growing taller and a little more buffed. "She's coming." Nicole watched in disgust as he licked the palm of his hand, smoothing back his dark brown hair that was just long enough to curl against the edge of his ears. Pete could be pretty disgusting… hell all boys could.

It was so stupid, Nicole thought as everyone seemed to be preening. She'd been washing her hands in the bathroom when apparently the waitress had come by before, so she didn't quite understand what everyone was going on about. A group of 6 high school boys bracketing the one female player on the team, Nicole was used to their constant need for attention from every hot girl.

"You guys finally ready to order?"

Nicole barely heard the waitress who suddenly appeared. Waverly Earp. A junior unlike Nicole and the rest of them, she'd seen the girl around campus… as often as possible if she could admit it to herself. If there was anyone who was Nicole's kryptonite, it was all 5' 4" of Waverly Earp. It was like the adorable brunette in jeans cutoffs had an unspeakable pull on her, making her weak in the knees and heart.

They'd been going to Shorty's since junior year and she'd never seen the youngest Earp daughter working there. She couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with her sister, The personification of middle child syndrome, Waverly's sister Wynonna was no doubt a financial burden on their guardian, having been in and out of trouble with the law since their dad died a few years back.

As troubling as it was, it did nothing to curb the smile that danced across Waverly's face.

Nicole needed to find her cool, so she let every one order first. What was she going to order? The food really was bad, but she needed a reason to talk, to plead her case for… what exactly?

Hell if she knew.

Nicole didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse as she got to listen to each and every one of her teammates try to hit on Waverly. She winced with every attempt, watching with both disgust at the way the boys seemed to ooze their axe-scented charm all over the waitress, and pride as Waverly easily parried each advance, never unkind even as she pat Doc on the shoulder and declined his offer to come over for a game of poker. Nicole nearly laughed once or twice but kept silent and gathered her own confidence. They were her friends, but they sucked at flirting.

Finally, eyes the color of rich earth in the Spring landed on her and she swore she saw a smile grow brighter as Waverly saw her sitting here. "What about you, Nicole?"

Nicole felt her heart stop.

Waverly Earp knew her name.

"I…" Her voice cracked, not unlike her friends' voices had during those agonizingly long years of puberty. But she wasn't a teenage boy. Clearing her throat, she smiled. "Sorry. I'm not that hungry but…um," she sat a little straighter, trying to project the charisma that she'd worked years to perfect, "I'd love something sweet..." She could almost feel the eyes of the table turning towards her.

Waverly's smile ever so slightly pulled towards one side, a barely noticeable smirk appearing. "Well, you've come to the right place. We've got 15 types of pie, and just about all of them are worth trying," she paused for the barest of moments before continuing, "and I just wanted to let you know, we have the best darn chocolate ice cream in the town, churned by none other than yours truly."

Nicole rose an eyebrow. "You made it yourself? I don't think I've ever met someone who's made their own ice cream."

"It's great for building upper body strength." Waverly laughed a small nervous laugh, as if wondering why she'd just said that. "I mean… nothing like football or anything." She reached up to push a bit of her hair behind her ear, her smile sweeter than any pie could ever be.

Nicole swallowed audibly, wishing she could nudge the double Ds out of the way so Waverly could tell her all about each and every flavor. They may as well had been alone, just the two of them as the diner dropped away, creating a bubble of comfortable banter.

"Well, I can't let all that hard work go to waste. Can I get it in a shake?"

Waverly nodded, scribbling on her pad. "You sure can. Did you want to get a slice of pie with it?"

"Yeah." Nicole leaned forward. She didn't even like pie that much, but if it meant Waverly would stay even the briefest of moments longer, she would ask about every pie on the menu. "What's your favorite?"

Waverly chuckled softly, having been asked a million times. Normally she'd spout off whatever the special was, usually something that wasn't selling quite as well that day, but something stopped her. "It depends on the day of the week. Sometimes it's apple, sometimes it's pumpkin." She waggled her head back and fourth as if trying to decide. "I love banana cream pie but the chocolate cream is good as well…"

"What's your favorite today?" The words were suddenly so comfortable, Nicole decided. Talking to Waverly Earp was easier than she'd ever thought possible. "Like if you were to order a slice of pie right now, what would that be? Get me whatever that is."

Scribbling words on the pad, Waverly nodded, suddenly realizing she hadn't been paying much attention to the other players. "Alright." She gathered the menus, looking around the table with a smile that was just a hint muted in comparison to the one she gave Nicole. "I'll get that started for ya. You boys keep it down, all right?"

As soon as Waverly stepped away, Nicole nearly laughed when 6 heads swung her way completely.

"Dude."

"Nic…"

"Da fuck…"

Nicole laughed, fiddling with the small bundle of silverware in front of her. "Shut up." She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Being around Waverly and talking to her, despite her earlier fear, had been as easy as breathing, as natural as her heart beating. The moment their eyes met, without a courtyard of distance between them like there normally was at school, she'd sunk into a gentle pattern she hadn't known she shared with anyone else. Looking around to see jealous eyes watching her, she laughed again, scratching at the side of her neck.

She barely listened to them as they began to exchange rowdy comments back and forth, talking about the other girls in school who, according to their bruised egos, were a hundred times cuter than Waverly Earp.

Still they all sat a little taller, chests puffing out as Waverly returned, barely managing to balance a tray loaded with glasses. "Okay, two cokes…" She began to dish out the drinks, saving the last glass that was filled with dark concoction covered in a swirl of whipped cream, bright sprinkles and a cherry topping it off. That glass, Waverly reached over the table to first set down a square napkin and the glass on the corner of it. "Enjoy." Her eyes locked with Nicole's for a short moment before she winked and turned away, heading over to another table.

Nicole looked down at the drink, or rather at the napkin that sat between it and the table. Each letter and number written in obnoxiously cute form, Nicole let her fingertip brush over the phone number scribbled beneath an inviting Call me and a happy face.

There was no touchdown sweeter than a number scribbled across the cheap napkin. She had the most ridiculous urge to call her now. Preposterous since she could see Waverly across the diner, refilling a glass as she chatted with a customer. How soon would be too soon?

"Holy shit… did she just give you her number?" Dolls leaned over, looking at the napkin even as Nicole pulled out her cell phone. "You know you gotta wait like 3 days before calling right? That's what my brother always said. Can't seem too desperate."

Nicole snorted as she programmed the number into her phone, trying to reign in the giddy sensation that blossomed inside her as she keyed the name Waverly Earp into the contact screen. "You see Dolls," she spoke as she pulled up a text message, typing a simple note. "This is why you are still single," she smiled at him before hitting the send button. "And why your brother is still single."

From across the room, Nicole couldn't help but wonder if Waverly had her phone on her, because it was just seconds before those gorgeous eyes looked over at her even as she continued to speak to her customer. Nicole gave her a smile and she swore she could hear a soft laugh in Waverly's words as she talked about the pie.

#wayhaught #highschool au #wynonna earp #wefanfic #ficlet #prompt

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