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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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30 and 37 with Joseph Quinn on Christmas day/eve while visiting family

Abso-fucking-lutely 🫡🫡🫡

Merry Christmas you horny babes!

30. We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?

37. Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), unprotected sex, Joe is SLIGHTLY dom if you squint, teeny bit of degrading language, choking, mirror sex, creampie

This is the SPICIER second part to this fluffy lil drabble

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After too many Proseccos, too many baby photos being shared and one too many mince pies, your extended family had left your parent's house, each one of them singing Joe's praises and begging him to come to the next family event (your cousin Sarah's February wedding, to be exact). He had promised he would try his best.

Once the majority of your family had left, your parents, brothers and Joe all took part in a very scrappy game of Monopoly, resulting in Jack almost flipping the board as Charlie bankrupted him quicker than last year; such was tradition.

After Joe had made his intentions to you very clear in the kitchen earlier, it was very hard for you to keep your hands off of him. Not in a sexual way, well, mostly, but in more of a 'I love you so, so much and I can't be without you' gross, romantic way. And he was the same, having kept his hand on your thigh, arm around your shoulders or fingers loosely linked with yours.

"Oi, knock it off," Jack had thrown the Monopoly dice at you as you and Joe exchanged a quick peck during the heated game. "Gonna make me see my dinner in reverse."

You had flipped him off and Joe chuckled, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks.

After tensions had dissolved, it was approaching midnight and one by one your brother and parents excused themselves to go up to bed. You and Joe followed suit, returning to your old teenage bedroom for another night.

Luckily, your parents had redecorated you and your brother's rooms to a more...mature reflection of you all now. Your room was now neutral greys and whites, a refreshing change from the garish purple you'd had it painted as when you were younger.

You flop down on the bed, watching Joe as he unbuttons his shirt. He catches you watching him as he slips his shirt off and lays it carefully on the chair at your desk.

"What?" He smirks. He knows exactly what.

"C'mere," you crook your finger at him, spreading your legs. He grins, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Really? At your parent's house? Naughty." But he crawls on top of you anyway, hands coming onto the pillow either side of your head to hold him up. "All that Prosecco got you feeling frisky?"

"Don't say frisky." You laugh, pulling him down into a kiss, softly moaning as his tongue finds yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your hips up into his. "Fuck me, Joe." You whisper against his lips. He nibbles your bottom lip.

"We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?"

You whine softly, the pet name making your pussy flutter. You nod.

"Good girl, baby." Joe speaks in hushed tones and honestly it's just adding to the excitement. The rush of doing this where you shouldn't really be doing this...it was kind of hot. Very hot actually.

Joe peels off your leggings and socks, groaning in appreciation at your little red lace thong. "Very festive." He smirks, pinging the waistband playfully. He then pulls off your jumper, revealing the matching red lace bra. "Matching underwear?! Oh, you little minx, you planned this, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you smile coyly. "I know how much you love this set."

"Fuck, I do. I really do." He sighs, sitting back on his heels to rake his eyes over your body. "You're so fucking perfect."

Your cheeks flush and you reach out to undo his jeans. You manage to undo the button and unzip his fly, tugging them down before he stops you, taking over himself. Once he's fully naked, Joe sits in between your thighs and pulls your thong panel to the side, watching in awe as strings of your arousal connecting your pussy to your underwear break away. "Jesus, babe, look how fucking wet you are for me. You like knowing we could get caught, hmm?"

"Just what you do to me." You reply, biting back a moan as Joe drags the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips, lubing himself up.

"Yeah? Well, feel what you do to me, babe?" Joe taps your clit with his cock, making you shiver. He then pushes inside you slowly, the stretch and feeling of him filling you making you moan softly. Joe places a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. "Quiet, babe, remember?"

You nod, looking up at him with big, wide eyes. His cock bottoms out inside you, and he gives you a moment to adjust to him. "God, baby, you're so fucking tight. Can I move?"

You nod again, his hand still covering your mouth. He lets out a blissful sigh as he begins to fuck you deeply and slowly, each stoke of his cock against your gspot and nudge of his public bone against your clit making your entire body tingle.

Something behind Joe catches your eye - it's the long mirror standing next to your wardrobe. You moan softly at the reflection of Joe's bum and toned back as he fucks into you. How does this bugger look good from every angle?! Joe follows your eyeline. You can practically see his brain working as a grin spreads across his face. "I bloody love you, filthy girl. Wanna watch me fuck you?"

The involuntary clench of your pussy around him tells him all he needs to know. He chuckles, pulling out of you. You make a noise of complaint. He kisses you sweetly before instructing you to lay at the foot of the bed with your head hanging off the edge. You do so, watching him in the upside down reflection of the mirror as he crawls back over to you, sliding his cock back into your tight warmth. The rush of blood to your head coupled with the fact that you could watch him in the mirror fucking you with that perfect sexy look on his face made every stroke of his cock feel that much better.

Then he slides a hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You choke out a soft moan, and your pussy clenches around his cock.

"Fuck, you like that? Like my hand around your throat whilst I'm fucking you?" Joe growls, keeping his voice low. You whimper and nod, and he squeezes a little tighter. You feel like you're floating; everything he's doing to you being magnified by the position he had you in and the hand around your throat. "Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty. Letting your boyfriend fuck you like this with your parents in the next room. Fucking filthy, baby."

Your eyes practically roll back in your skull as the coil inside you suddenly and unexpectedly snaps, and Joe has to quickly remove his hand from your throat to clamp it over your mouth once more to stop your moans from echoing throughout the entire street, let alone the house. He lets you ride it out, before flipping you onto your front, still able to see yourself in the mirror, and begins to fuck you from behind.

Joe keeps his eyes on yours in the mirror, dark and intense, as he grips your hips to fuck into you deeply. Skin slapping against skin, your soft moans and his quiet grunts, it's the most exotic soundtrack. Honestly it might be some of the best sex you've ever had.

"M'gonna cum again," you whine, fists balled into the bedsheets. To help get you there, Joe finds your clit and rubs rough circles into it. Honestly it's too much, and it brings you, shaking and gasping, to another powerful orgasm. This time Joe has to shove your face down into the mattress to muffle your sounds; you just can't control yourself and honestly he loves it, but that's not a conversation he's willing to have around the breakfast table tomorrow morning.

"Fuck, babe, gonna cum." Joe pants. "Tell me where you want it."

"Inside, Joe, cum inside me." You push your ass back against him and his hips stutter as he finds his release, coming inside you with a breathy moan. You shiver at the feeling of his load coating your insides, his cock twitching as he comes.

You both collapse on the bed, panting, with stupid grins on your faces.

"Merry fucking Christmas." Joe laughs breathlessly, and you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

"We've still gotta make the New Year happy, babe, think we can do that?" You grin, kissing his flushed skin. He laughs, leaning down to kiss you, one hand cupping your neck.

"Abso-fucking-lutely, love."

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #kats dickcember event #kats hoevember event #joseph quinn x y/n

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gayshrug · 5 months

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(belated) pit babe ep 3 thoughts

holy fuck

- i once more have to empathise how fucking hot daddy's tony's assistant is. sorry for being disloyal, babe, but that man......

- still couldn't care less about the vlog squad, soz. i suppose they're serving a purpose by being way's PIs but a bad thing (the vlog squad) + a worse thing (way) is still an annoyance 😭 happy to be proven wrong in the future though.

- way being like "let me drive/ take you home" is so unserious like girl you've been drinking too

- i love how everybody and their cousin twice removed clowned on babe for having that 4321 door code, only for the show to make it clear that he changes it daily. he IS careless when it comes to charlie, nobody can dispute that, but he doesn't only think with his pussy (all the time).

- if tony weren't so abhorrently evil, i'd probably be simping for him. yeah he exploited all those kids but that charm when he smiles 🧍🏼‍♂️

- jeff/alan is gonna hit me hard, i can already tell. their chemistry is off the charts and the whole "i need my space" vs "i'm gonna weasle my way into your space" thing..... yeah

- TELEKINESIS????????!???????????? 👁️👄👁️

- i need charlie's actor to give me better line delivery like. he's SO cute but right now, i can't tell whether it's Charlie Wanting To Stay Distanced or the actor just not being on the same level as pavel

- that being said, their chemistry is incredible. those first kisses were SO tender. their body language!!!!! their smiles and the little pecks! thank you! that's so much more impactful than if it had happened in the middle of a sex scene. like, babe thought about that and made a conscious decision. (probably a bad one for the time being but.) 💌💌💌

- so thankful the Neck Stuff is still being catered to. ep1's throat mauling changed me as a person but i'm fine with little kisses as long as that part of babe's body is still being served. and it is. so. 💯

- pavel....... i once again tip my hat to you. he gives it his all in every single scene. (i fully take back whatever i might have said re: wanting the drama etc. btw like... babe is my heart and soul. that's my fucking baby. knowing he's gonna get hurt/ betrayed is terrible. i ride for him and him only.)

- alan seems like such a good guy. i don't trust anyone here but he gives off the most genuine vibes. there hasn't been one moment where i've doubted his intentions (so far). kim is on that same wavelength as well. yeah, he's playing for the opposing team, but he wants to stick to his morals and earn his success. (i need winner to croak btw. or get the unwarranted superiority complex fucked out of his system.)

- jeff running into the [car parts thing] after the little head kiss PLEASE he was so shaken up. if this were twins the series, he would've cupped his crotch for emphasis

- "from now on, our team doesn't have to stress about money anymore" and there's crisps with a fork, 15 chicken nuggets and some pickles on the table. ALAN. BABY. could you have maybe made this celebratory party look a bit more appealing 😭

- get those fucking product placements, widely adored omegaverse show.

- 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 the chemistry. yeah. i love me a good bit of explicit tonguing or whatever but the way they show the growing intimacy......... perfection. and yeah, i'm hurting.

- babe breaks my heart. he wants nothing more than to be loved and to be shown that the doctrines tony tried to instill in him are wrong. he deserves honesty. i hope charlie confides in babe and shows him just that - and soon. it's all already starting to crumble but i don't believe charlie and jeff have bad intentions at the core of it.

(- babe trying to be upfront with charlie is another reason why i love him so much. he knows he's probably gonna get lied to in response but he at least tries to clear things up. because he respects and appreciates charlie. and wants to, for once, believe in the best in people. he's a good egg. yeah, the "charlie ❤️" made me feel terrible.)

- i hate that i can't tell what charlie's concern is aimed at, babe's condition/ withdrawal or himself starting to lose access. i assume it's both, of course, but....

- watching the race itself made me feel sick. all those insecurities taking over. like i said, babe is my #1 priority and losing under those circumstances, with the emotional turmoil and lack of "concentrating" + whatever the fuck winner might've done to sabotage the race + the pressure of a wealthy sponsor on his shoulders....... i kept pausing tbh. like, i knew it was coming but 🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️

- i was fuming but winner stumbling like that after a tiny shove made me giggle. and kim standing off to the side, Knowing, was the cherry on top.

- THAT PREVIEW........ FUUUUUUCK. waybabe history. tonybabe confrontation. winner being a little bitch again and getting scolded by kim (hot). charliebabe olive branch and drama. ANOTHER ANXIETY-INDUCING RACE. it pains me that i always have to catch up so late because of my jobs atm but i can't fucking wait.

- tl;dr i'm still thoroughly enjoying the show and yeah, i block every single person who's being obnoxiously negative in the tag. 😇 it's legit a good show. bite me.

until next time

#pit babe #pit babe the series #thai bl #i'm having a blast baby etc.

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writingwhimsey · 1 month

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How Does A Good Girl Go To Hell? Ch. 2

Chapter 2

My eyes opened to a red ceiling above me and a soft bed beneath me. Slowly I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I then looked around, taking in the room. Deep reds were everywhere…and surprisingly hearts.

“What…where…” I mumbled to myself. It was then that I recalled the events that happened before passing out.

“That’s right…I…I ended up in Hell.” I muttered to myself. “But this…this room is so nice…”

I looked to the right of the bed and noticed a small yellow duck on the nightstand. It was dressed up to look like the little mermaid and there was a card next to it that said, “Welcome to The Hazbin Hotel, Ariel! We are happy to have you here!”

“What in the world? How…how can this be hell?” I asked as I picked up the little toy.

That was when I noticed my hands. My skin…was gray. I had always been a bit on the pale side… but gray?! I kicked the covers aside and walked towards mirror I saw hanging on the wall. I took a deep breath before looking at my reflection. My skin was gray all over…my hair…it was once red…now it was white. But that wasn’t the most surprising of my traits…but my eyes.

My eyes were…completely different. I looked like some Halloween monster with these eyes. The whites of my eyes were now black and the iris was yellow with a still black pupil. I blinked a few times as if I could clear my vision, but it wasn’t changing. “I just…this doesn’t seem real…”

Upon opening my mouth, I saw that my teeth were sharp and pointy. “What…”

It was then that I remembered the spider guy who had saved me earlier. Angel had been his name. I wondered if he was somewhere nearby. I took a deep breath and headed towards the door, opening it up and stepping out into a long hallway.

“This place must be huge.” I muttered to myself as I started to wander around. “Hopefully I can find my way around here.”

Meanwhile downstairs…

“What do you think, Vaggie?” Charlie asked, an excited smile on her face as she finished hanging up a banner that read “Welcome Ariel!”

Nifty was vigorously cleaning the room, while Husk was getting drinks ready. Charlie had already hung up balloons and streamers. Vaggie was smiling at Charlie, but thinking of a way to help out. She had only been gone for a short while and somehow Charlie had put all of this together.

“It looks great, Babe.” Vaggie began, “And i know you wanna welcome Ariel and that you’re excited, but…well I mean Angel did say she passed out after learning she was in Hell. Maybe we should just…tone it down a little?”

“I thought about that, but then well…wouldn’t it be good for her if she can see that it’s not so bad here?” Charlie replied. “I thought maybe if she sees that at least here at the hotel is super nice and welcoming, Hell wouldn’t seem so scary…besides she’s a fresh soul. Maybe she’ll be a little more eager for redemption.”

“I know you have good intentions.” Vaggie replied. “And I admire how positive you are and how much you want to help her. Seriously your big kind caring heart is one of the things I love most about you. I just think maybe we should get to know Ariel first before we do such a big party. Too much at once might not work for her.”

Charlie sighed. “I know…you’re right…maybe we can just leave the banner?”

Before Vaggie could respond, Lucifer was coming into the room carrying a large gift basket. It was filled to the brim with an assortment of items one might find useful to have in Hell…and a large duck. “What do you think of the welcome basket I made, Charlie? Do you think this will go well with all of the decorations I put up?”

“Wait, YOU put up all of the decorations?” Vaggie asked.

“Of course!” Lucifer answered, smiling brightly. “I mean, I want to help make my little girl’s dream come true. So I want to make this hotel the best place in all of Hell!”

I know exactly where Charlie gets it from. Vaggie thought, thinking of just how alike the father and daughter were. “I see.”

“It looks great, Dad!” Charlie exclaimed. She was then looking at Vaggie. “Can we please keep the banner and the gift basket? Aren’t they nice touches?”

“What? Why would we get rid of any of it?” Lucifer asked.

Vaggie repressed a sigh. She loved Charlie and her eternal optimism…she found it charming and endearing. And she honestly had to admit…it was sweet seeing Lucifer and Charlie bonding like this. “I just thought you know, it all might be a little much at once.”

“Oh…I…I see.” Lucifer said, taking on the look of a sad puppy.

“She might have a point, Dad.” Charlie said, also looking like a sad puppy.

Oh no…now I have two of them. Vaggie thought as she looked at their dejected faces. “Ugh… okay maybe we can keep a few of the decorations and the gift basket…”

“Yay!” Charlie and Lucifer said in unison.

“Hey what in the world are you guys doing?” Angel asked as he came into the room.

“Just trying to put together a warm welcome for our newest resident.” Charlie answered, smiling brightly.

Angel looked over at Vaggie. “You didn’t try to get them to tone it down a little?”

“I tried…but…just look at them…” Vaggie replied, gesturing to how excited the father and daughter looked.

“I see your point.” Angel replied.

“I just want her to not feel so bad about being here, that’s all.” Charlie said. “Let her see that she has a nice place here.”

Just then they could hear the sound of the elevator dinging and the doors opening. They all watched as Ariel hesitantly stepped off the elevator. Her eyes went wide as she looked around. “What in the world…”

Charlie was instantly buzzing over to her and taking both of her hands in hers. “Hi, Ariel, I’m Charlie and I just wanted to make sure you felt a nice warm welcome here to our hotel!” She was so tall, she towered over Ariel.

“Sweetie, back up just a bit.” Vaggie said, coming over and placing a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Oh, right, right.” Charlie said.

Ariel was looking around the room and her eyes locked on Angel. “You brought me here?”

Angel nodded as he came over. “Yeah, I promise you, you’re safe here.” He said. “Little Miss Sunshine here just loves to help people.” He said, cautiously lifting a hand to pat her on the head.

Ariel nodded. “So…where exactly is here? And who are all of you?”

Charlie was smiling excitedly at her once again. “Right, so I am Charlie. The owner of the Hotel. This is Vaggie, my partner. You’ve already met Angeldust, one of our residents. That’s Husk over there. He’s our bartender. This Nifty, our maid. Alastor is around here somewhere. And then this is my dad, Lucifer.”

Lucifer was then coming over to greet Ariel. He awkwardly held out his hand. “Hello and welcome, Ariel.” He greeted her with a smile.

Ariel’s eyes went wide as she stared at Lucifer’s hand, unable to bring herself to say a word.

Lucifer stood there a moment before letting out an awkward cough as he brought both of his hands up to fix his lapels. “Anyway, we are glad you’re at the hotel.” He said, doing his best to fight off a dejected look and keep up a cool front.

“Haha, looks like your reputation precedes you.” Came the sarcastic voice of Alastor as he suddenly appeared beside Lucifer.

Lucifer glared at the radio demon. “Listen here, you…”

“Dad, Alastor…can you guys not do this right now?” Charlie asked, keeping a smile on her face as she glanced sideways at Ariel who was looking stunned.

“Come on, I think you need a drink.” Husk said to Ariel as he and Angel moved to either side of her and gently guided her to the bar. “What do you like?”

“I…I’m not really a drinker.” Ariel replied.

“We’ll start you off with something easy then.” Husk said, putting together the lowest alcohol content drink he could.

“I don’t know…” Ariel said as she looked at the drink. “When I said I’m not much of a drinker, what I meant was I’ve never drank…drunkeness was a big no no and…”

“Sweetie, you’re already dead and in hell.” Angel replied, patting her on the back. “Drinking won’t kill ya here and ya can’t be condemned twice.”

Ariel looked at the drink, clearly thinking back to her human life.

“We won’t make you drink.” Husk said. “But it might help your nerves a little.”

Ariel nodded. “Alright…” She was then taking a sip and coughing instantly. “Ugh…that burns…”

Angel and Husk both blinked. “That was the weakest drink I’ve ever made.”

“I told you…I’m not a drinker.” Ariel replied, but she took another sip of the drink anyways. Maybe it would help and if she drank more…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, you remember how you died?” Husk asked Ariel.

“Do you really think that’s a good question to ask?” Charlie asked, looking at Husk.

It was then that Ariel bolted upright, her eyes wide. “I…I was in a car accident…I was in my friend’s car…OH MY GOD! Here I am wallowing in self pity about being in Hell…when I don’t know what happened to my friend! I don’t…I don’t know if she’s okay….or if she’s here…or in Heaven…”

“What was your friend’s name?” Lucifer asked, breaking from his glaring contest with Alastor to look at the new resident. “I can find out if she’s alive for you.”

Ariel looked to the king of Hell…the devil himself. She was trying to gauge whether she could trust him or not. Her whole life she’d been told the devil was a liar and master of deception. “Uhm…Anna Green.” She finally answered.

Lucifer nodded and then waved his hands, golden magic flowing and creating a bubble that floated between his hands. Soon an image of her best friend popped up. She was lying in a hospital bed and definitely looked banged up, but she was breathing and her eyes were open. Her husband and daughter were in the room with her, holding her hand.

“Oh, she’s…she’s alive and with her family…I’m so glad.” Ariel said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Lucifer held the magic for a few more moments before letting it disappear. He gave her a smile. “There anyone else you want to check up on?”

Ariel shook her head. “Not…not right now….uhm thank you.”

“Sure.” Lucifer replied, as looked at the young woman. All he had ever wanted was to help mankind…and he was glad that he had been able to help her even if only for a moment.

“Are you feeling a little bit better now?” Charlie asked, coming up to the other side of Ariel and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I…some relief…but I still…I still don’t know why I’m here.” Ariel replied, picking up the drink Husk had made her and taking another sip. “I mean…I thought…I thought I was doing everything right…”

“Well, we’ll get you into Heaven.” Charlie declared.

“Huh?” Ariel asked.

“That’s what this hotel is for.” Charlie declared, smiling brightly. She was then taking in a deep breath as if she were about to start singing.

“Babe, wait…” Vaggie said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe wait just a second…” But there was no stopping Charlie now.

Charlie was pulling Ariel up to her feet and starting to do a little dance as she sang a welcoming song explaining the mission of the hotel. “Welcome to my ho-tel! You’ll forget you’re in Hell!...”

“She never stops does she?” Angel asked looking at Vaggie.

Vaggie shook her head, though she was watching Charlie with a fond smile. “No, but it’s one of the things I love about her.”

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derelictheretic · 1 year

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💭 + one or more of your FC5 babes about Charlie?

I went with Heather for the dramatics, nothing says meet cute like a good ole B&E <3

Heather hadn't planned for this turn of events, how was she supposed to know John would have somehow managed to convince someone to marry him? Especially someone as gorgeous as the woman standing in front of her with a very unsettled and distrustful stare. An understandable reaction to finding someone breaking into your husbands office, and your home, even if Heather had fully thought it was empty. She put on her best smile and straightened up, closing the drawer to John's desk in a smooth motion.

"Forgive me I wasn't aware you— Well that doesn't matter, I just came to get some paperwork for Joseph." A lie, naturally, she was snooping for a weakness and any openings. This new development made this all a bit trickier, the mess of a situation getting more tangled by the second. Charlie shoots her a look, she wasn't buying it.

Beautiful and perceptive, just her luck.

"Okay, I was supposed to be collecting a deed to a farm today but if I'm being completely honest I was not listening to a word that man said and I thought John would have a list somewhere," Heather tries again, something more believable. She can tell the other woman isn't being fooled but she seems to want Heather gone as soon as possible so she walks around the desk and opens a different drawer sharply.

Her proximity gives way to a waft of sweet smelling shampoo, and up close Heather notes the freckles along the bridge of her nose. Curiosity bubbles away in Heather and she can't help but want to know her story, she didn't seem the religious cult type. But looks were often misleading and she could see there was something deeper hiding in those eyes.

"I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name."

And a lil Dean one for funsies !! Charlie could trick him into the cult faster than John could this is fact.

She sure was a sight for sore eyes, that Charlie Berger, with a dazzling smile and pale green eyes that left many weak at the knees. Dean had only seen her once or twice, right now being the third chance encounter, and he could definitely understand all the buzz around her.

Though a lot of that buzz surrounded her relationship with the man beside her, tattooed arm securely wrapped around her waist and holding her close. They were quite a vision together, a power couple to say the least. One his coworkers had warned him about on multiple occasions.

"John's bad but watch out for Charlie, she looks sweet but anyone crazy enough to marry into that family ain't right in the head."

"She's just as dangerous as the rest of that family, steer clear of her Rookie."

He didn't quite get it, especially as those green eyes and smile directed themselves at him. It left a pleasant warmth within his chest, the small polite wave reciprocated and leaving him a bit dazed. She really didn't seem all that bad to him, he was sure there had to be some kind of misunderstanding going on. He wondered if they'd actually talked to her, because from what he could overhear that honeyed voice didn't have even a hint of bad intent.

#Heather is like 'John pulled that??? how??????' ashsjshshshs #meanwhile Dean has his rose tinted glasses still in tact and life is great for everyone <3 #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #si/oc: deputy dean sinclaire #Charlie Berger #dean answers #detectivelokis

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date”

Hi everyone, how are you all?

Here is another Fred imagine, I planned on writing a smut but I enjoyed the direction this took, please let me know if you would like another part to this!

I think if I write a second and third part it will lead to a bit of a steamy chapter.

Female Reader

Warnings: None

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Fred Weasley wasn’t the kind of guy to catch feelings. He had his fun with girls who were up for it, but after a few fucks he’d cut them off and move on to the next. The cycle had done him good the last two years, and he didn’t intent to break it during his last year. But boy, was he in for a shock.

Fred was stood on the platform saying goodbye to his mum when something caught his eye, well, someone caught his eye. She was beautiful, her hair was tied up into a cute messy bun, her glasses stood on the tip of her nose, her small hand moving to push them further up as she smiled at the woman she was with. Her smile was gorgeous, and Fred couldn’t help but smile whilst he looked at her.

She definitely wasn’t in Rons year, or Ginny's, but she didn’t look younger than them. He moved away from his mum whilst she wrapped her arms around George, standing with Harry, Ron and Hermione he thought he’d ask them if they knew her.

“Hey Hermione, who’s that girl over there, with the glasses”, Hermione turned her head in your direction, “Oh, that’s Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a year above us, Hufflepuff I believe, why?”.

“Just wondering”

“Oooo, Fred’s got a crush” Ron laughed loudly.

“Fred’s got a crush, Who?” Molly said loudly as she looked around the platform.

Fred groaned before shoving Ron, “No one mum, we better get on the train before it’s too late. Love you mum, c’mon George” he made his way on to the train, checking behind him for Y/N but she was nowhere to be seen.

The majority of the train ride to Hogwarts was spent catching up with Lee, Angie, Kaitie and Alicia. The time during the ride came where they had to get into their robes, George and Fred went first down towards the changing compartments on the train, they went a bit earlier than normal so not many people were waiting. They were stood outside discussing their first prank of the year when Fred noticed Y/N walking towards him.

“Yeah mate, I got the map off Harry so we should be....” Fred stopped mid-sentence when he saw Y/N, mesmerised by the way she moved so gracefully down the train. George looked behind him, following Freds’s eyeline and smirked when he saw her.

“You’ve not got a chance mate” he laughed and snapped Fred out of his daydream.

“oh yeah? Whys that?” he said, a bit more aggressive than he should have.

“Well look at her and then look at you Freddie, that pretty much sums it up” George ruffled his hair.

“Are you remembering that we are identical twins”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, so we are” George laughed “point proven even more, because I definitely wouldn’t stand a chance”.

Fred shook his hand and smacked his shoulder when you got closer. They both turned to look at Y/N as she got closer, “Hi guys” she smiled, raising her hand giving them a soft wave.

“Hi, you alright?” George asked, returning her smile, “yeah I’m not too bad thanks, yourself?”.

“I’m good thanks, I’m George Weasley” he held his hand out for her to shake, “I’m Y/n Y/L/N” she peered over George's shoulder towards Fred, “and you are?”

Fred tried to speak, he really did but he was distracted by her. Her doe eyes staring up at him and her lips were slightly glossy, he wanted to feel those lips against his, her hand was held out to shake his and Fred couldn’t get over how soft they looked.

“ech hem” George cleared his throat and shoved Fred.

“What..shit sorry, I’m Fred” he placed his hand in hers, they were even softer than he imagined. The door to the changing compartment opened and Cedric Diggory walked out.

He nodded at the two boys before spotting Y/N and wrapping his arms around her, “alright trouble, how was your summer?”.

George slipped into the changing room and Fred stood awkwardly beside them, “it was good thanks Cedric, how was yours?”, “Eh yeah it was alright thanks babe, spent a couple weeks in Italy” he smiled down at her fixing his tie.

Fred couldn’t help but listen in on their conversation, the way Cedric called her babe made him a bit uncomfortable. How had he never noticed her before today? Surely, they’ve seen each other around schools or at parties?

“I’m jealous, I’d love to go to Italy, I’ve seen pictures, it really looks beautiful” Fred loved listening to the way she spoke, her voice like silk.

“You should definitely go if you get the opportunity, I’ll maybe take you one day if you want” he winked at her and Y/N laughed lightly “I'll hold you to that Diggory”.

“You better, I better get back to the boys but find me during the feast yeah?” he said and walked off down the train when he got a nod from her.

Y/N turned her attention back to Fred, “so how’re you Fred?” she turned her body and tilted her head up to look up at him.

Fred was shocked that she was starting up a conversation with him “I’m good thanks yeah” his voice came out a bit squeaky to start with, he cleared his throat, blushing, internally smacking himself “how about yourself?”.

Y/N grinned up at him and his blushing state “I’m good thank you, excited to get back to school, I’ve kind of missed it”.

“I know what you mean, trust me when you live in a house with a family as big as mine, the space alone at Hogwarts is enough to have you craving being back” he laughed.

“I’ve heard there is a lot of you Weasleys, how many of yous are there?” she fiddled with clothes in her hand.

“Well, there’s mum and dad, and then my older brothers Bill, Charlie and Percy, then myself and George and then Ron and Ginny” Freds face lit up slightly whilst he talked about his family, Y/N couldn’t help but smile up at him when she noticed.

“I’ve met Ginny before, she’s lovely” Y/N said, “actually I think I’ve met your brother Charlie before, does he work in Romania?” she questioned, and Fred raised his eyebrows, curious as to how she knew Charlie.

Just as Fred was about to answer George came out of the compartment, “all yours brother”, “eh yeah mate, I’ll meet you back at the compartment.”

George raised his eyebrow, the stare he got back from Fred was a clear ‘fuck off’, he smirked and said goodbye to Y/N before heading back down the train.

Fred turned back to Y/N “yeah Charlie does work in Romania, how’d you know that?”.

“My brother Thomas works there too, you’ve maybe met him, they’ve been good friends since school”. Fred did indeed know Thomas; he’d met him a few times actually.

“No way? Yeah, I know Thomas, he’s a good lad” Fred said and noticed a group of first years coming towards the compartment. “You’d better go get changed, first years are coming down”. It was well known that groups of first years often stopped older students who were at the compartments and bombarded them with eager questions about Hogwarts.

Y/N turned behind her and groaned, “it’s okay, you go first, you were here before me”.

“Trust me, you go first, more likely to ask you questions with you looking all cute and innocent than are with big old me” he laughed not realising that he had called her cute.

Y/N blushed slightly before nodding and making her way into the compartment. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she got changed, of course she knew who Fred and George were, they were the famous Hogwarts pranksters. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a crush on him, she’d fancied him since her third year and the fact he just called her cute had her blushing.

She pulled her knee-high socks over her legs, she looked at herself in the mirror and she was quite excited for Fred to see her when she walked out, not that she thought he’d have any interest in her, she just thought she looked hot.

She had on her usual white shirt with the top three buttons undone, her black skirt which was a bit shorter than last year, her yellow and black tie was wrapped loosely round her neck, her socks stopped just above her knee and she had simple black pumps on.

As she opened the compartment door, Fred couldn’t help but look her up and down, not only did she look beautiful, but she also looked so fucking sexy. Her hair was a bit messier than it was on the platform but he kinda liked it even more and her glassed were resting on top of her head. She pulled them down onto her nose and looked up to Fred. He bit his lip to stop himself from smirking down at her. Y/N winked at him, mouthing a thank you before making her way back to her compartment.

During the first two weeks Fred had been noticing Y/N all over school, he may or may not have been using the map to see where she was. He’d often see her out by the lake herself or in the library and would ‘just so happen’ to find himself in those places when she was there. Fred wasn’t a stalker, he wasn’t even close to it, he just really enjoyed her company and as time went on, he learned that she enjoyed his company to.

They got a lot closer and soon they were even arranging to meet, Fred often keeping her company whilst she studied or them spending time out in the gardens having little picnics or watching the stars at night.

Now I know what you’re thinking, they sound like dates, but they were not dates. Fred didn’t date.

Fred had noticed that he was starting to care about Y/N, quite a bit actually, but he didn’t act on it. He figured it was just because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, that was mainly due to the fact that all his attention was on Y/N.

In all honesty Fred was starting to fancy her, he loved spending time together, he loved their deep chats and flirty banter, he loved the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed and the little snorts she would make when she found one of his jokes particularly funny. He also found himself getting a bit jealous, watching her throughout meals laughing with the idiots in Hufflepuff or when she had to cancel her plans because one of the prefect boys needed a partner for their patrols.

On this particular day, Fred was stood waiting for Y/N to meet him, they had planned to go for a swim down at the lake with George and Lee. He heard footsteps and looked up, only to see Y/N walking down the steps with Cedric.

She was in a little sun dress which highlighted all the beautiful curves of her body. Her hair was in two braids and her regular glasses had been swapped for a pair of sunglasses on top of her head.

She jumped from the last step and wrapped her arms around Fred, he gripped her hips tightly “Hiya Freddie, ready for a swim?” her cheerful voice mumbled into his neck.

He put her down on the floor and grinned down at her “of course I am.”, he looked over at Cedric “you alright mate?”.

Cedric frowned slightly “yeah thanks, yourself? Didn’t realise you were coming swimming”.

Fred couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, “yeah I’m good, better now this ones finally ready for a swim”, he winked at Y/N before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “better get to the lake before George and Lee get bored of waiting”.

Freds smirk quickly left his face while he watched Y/N and Cedric in the water, she had her arms wrapped around him, trying to push him under the water but Cedric just laughed as he dunked them both under the water.

“Stop being a moody git and ask her out” George splashed Fred, “sitting there with a face like a slapped arse isn’t doing anyone any good, and if I'm honest, Lee and I are getting fed up with that frown on your face. Plus, you can’t keep leading her on forever”

Fred wiped the water out of his eyes before splashing George back, “I don’t ask girls out” he stated bluntly “that’s how things get complicated and what do you mean leading her on?”

“You know exactly what I mean” George raised his voice slightly before lowering it again “You’ve heard the rumours going round about how the ‘famous prankster’ Fred Weasley is actually settling down, all these little dates you have just lead her on”.

“We don’t go on dates, we hang out”

“ha sure, nights under the stars and romantic walks into Hogsmeade aren't dates. You need to decide what you want with her, if you don’t want anything serious then you need to leave her alone to flirt with Cedric”, George swam away over to Lee and wrapped his arms around him to get a piggyback.

Fred moved to sit on the grass beside the lake, did he want something more than a friendship with Y/N? It was clear they fancied each other, was he really leading her on?

He made his way back up to the castle, leaving them at the lake, he needed some time to decide what he wanted.

Y/N was splashing around the lake with the boys when she noticed Fred was missing, “Hey George, where's Fred gone?” he shrugged his shoulders and started splashing Lee again.

Cedric pulled Y/N closer to him by her waist “I wouldn't worry Y/N, he’s a big boy” Y/N frowned at Cedric before giggling when he tickled her sides.

“Come with me to look for him?” she asked and started walking back towards the grass, Cedric groaned but followed anyway.

“Why don’t we go grab a snack from the kitchen and get changed and then you can find him at dinner? I wanted some time alone with you today..if im being honest”

“Fineeeeee” she dragged out her words as she wrapped her towel around her.

Fred was laid in his bed, thinking about everything that had happened over the last few weeks, George was right, it wasn’t fair to lead her on, but Fred knew for sure that he wanted her to be his – the thought of her being with someone else made him sick to his stomach.

He thought it over and decided that the only difference would be the labels and he kind of hoped that if lads knew she was his then they’d stop flirting with her. They already went on dates and the thought of finally getting to kiss her and hold her just made the idea even more appealing.

He stood up off his bed deciding to make his way back to the lake. When he reached the corridor by the kitchen, he turned the corner and he saw Y/N against the wall with Cedric in front of her. His elbow resting on the wall above her head as his other hand pushes some of her baby hairs out of her face. Her little giggle echoed through the hall and Freds heart broke at the sight, crumbling when Cedric placed a soft and delicate kiss to her cheek.

Part Two

#Fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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pinkpetalwaterimagine · 3 years

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A Christmas nightmare

A/N : Hi everyone ! here a new imagine. (english isn’t my first language, feel free to point out mistakes ❤️❤️) anyway enjoy Bonne lecture 🌈❤️

word count : 2.3K

Summary : Charlie’s mom hates YN, she blames you of Charlie being away (angst)

Christmas, what a beautiful time of the year. Everything about Christmas was so beautiful and it just radiates happiness from everywhere. The Christmas lights hanging around the trees outside, the thousands lights illuminating the streets. It was so enjoyable, you loved being cooped up in your apartment in a big sweatshirt most of the time belonging to your boyfriend, reading with a hot cocoa cup.

Even if all of this was beautiful and everything, you had to focus on your work. You loved Christmas but you knew that if you wanted to enjoy your vacations you had to finish everything. Needless to say you were a little bit stressed but you could always count on Charlie to cheer you up. He was always trying his best to put a smile on your face. He would bring you cup of coffee or whatever beverages you fancied. When he wasn’t around he would sent you some goofy pictures of what he was doing. You loved all of his cute intentions he was always the one to take in your feelings and you were trying to do the same for him. Your relationship with Charlie was all about giving and being happy the two of you.

After being with him for more than three years it was natural that you will be going celebrating Christmas with his family and you just couldn’t wait. You had met his family a couple of times because the two of you were so far away from them but you still knew them a little bit. This Christmas was going to be perfect, or so you thought.

« Come on babe ! We need to go if you want to be in time at your parent’s house. » you yelled towards the stairs leading to your room where Charlie was getting ready. You were wanting for him to be done and oh boy does he take some time to get ready. You were loading the trunk of your car with your luggages when Charlie finally showed up.

« I know, I know, I was a bit long in the shower. But I love you. » he said, obviously trying to coax you.

« Get in the car pretty boy » you said laughing, and you swear you saw his cheeks turn into a crimson color. You pinched his cheeks before going behind the wheel and driving for another three hours.

The ride was filled with laughter and singing. The two of you had always been comfortable around the other. Even at the beginning of your relationship you knew that you could trust Charlie with your life. It was a feeling you had never felt before, a feeling of complete trust, you knew that you could tell him everything and he would still be there for you. He had this soft glimpse in his eyes that makes you want to tell him your secrets and just cuddle him. And he knew that he had this power over you and sometimes he used it against you and you could never resist. This boy, this man is everything you had dreamed for. The man that you could brought home to your parents without feeling stressed because you knew that they would like him. Who could not ? He was almost perfect. He still had his quirks but still he was yours and you weren’t ready to let him go.

Even if you had already met a part of his family you still wanted this dinner to go smoothly. You knew that Charlie’s family was everything to him. He loved them so much and was ready to drop everything if they needed him. He was the pride of his family, going off to LA, and Landing a big contract with Netflix and still being such a sweet and humble man. It was one of the many reasons that made you fall more in love with him.

Four hours later, after being stuck in traffic jam you finally reached your destination : the family home of the Gillespie. He smiled at you, a wide and happy smile that you not so often saw. He was happy to be home.

You had just the time to stop the car and the man child next to you was already out, running towards the door of his childhood home. It was warming your heart seeing him that way. You knew he missed being home.

You chuckled and took the key out of the ignition before taking the suitcase you brought, containing the numerous gifts and clothes you needed for the weekend.

You finally reached the threshold, almost falling several times due to the ice on the road. Charlie was already engulfed in his mother’s arms, laughing and talking.

You had already met his siblings several times. More than you had met his parents and they really liked you and always included you in the family gatherings and everything. They all huge you asking how you were and everyone was making small talk in the hallway. You finally have access to Mrs Gillespie and went in for a hug like you always did with her. You felt her tense around you and you asked yourself why. Had you done something wrong in the three minutes you’ve been here ? Only Charlie’s mother was acting weird towards you. Everyone seemed cool and nice like they always had been. You decided to let it slide and move from the hallway to the dining table.

The Gillespie household was never a calm one, every time you visited it was filled with laughter and talking. Overall, it was always a fun experience, the fire was cracking inside the chimney and everyone had tinted cheeks due to the heat and had a cup of tea or any hot beverage. You always enjoyed coming in here.

« Before we begin our Christmas dinner I have a little something for everyone ! » Charlie’s mother said with a wide smile. She passed around her children and gifted them cute Christmas sweaters. She even gave one to the girlfriends of Charlie’s brothers. You were the only left out, everyone put their sweaters on and you seemed to stuck out so much. You felt like you weren’t a part of the family, which granted you weren’t legally but after three years of dating Charlie you thought that they considered you a part of their family. Apparently you were wrong. What hurt the most was that no-one noticed that you didn’t receive a sweatshirt. You felt excluded of their gathering, and even Charlie didn’t noticed that you were a bit taken aback. « Those sweatshirts are just amazing ! Don’t you agree babe ? » He asked you and you thought that he had nerve telling you this. However you didn’t let this show in your demeanor : « you are beautiful bae, as always » you answered quietly with a forced smile.

Even the girlfriends that they had never met until now had one ! During dinner you couldn’t get this thought out of your mind. You were quiet during dinner, talking when asked to but never really engaging. Charlie was speaking enough for the both of you.

When everyone was done, you got up, helping clearing out the table and loading the dishwasher. As you were doing back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen you overheard a conversation between Charlie’s mother and himself.

« You can tell me when you want to come ! It’s been such a long time since we saw you ! I’m sure that it is because of your girlfriend ! She doesn’t want you to come here and see us ?! This is it ?! » she asked sounding angry.

You couldn’t believe she thought like this, you never forbade anything to Charlie or anyone for that matter. You waited for Charlie’s answer, you knew he would defend you and speak the truth.

« Mom, that’s not true, I’m just busy. » he said calmly but she went back at it again « Like I would believe this ». He said nothing and you felt your heart broke a little more. You never thought that this Christmas would turn that way. You waited for a minute before entering the kitchen with the dirty plates. It was only you and Charlie’s mother. You felt uneasy standing next to her knowing her true feelings about you.

« Listen Y/N, I know that my son says that he is busy but I know you are the one preventing him from coming home. I think that you are with him just for his fame and money and I won’t have that under my roof or nowhere ! » she was saying all of this calmly and quietly and you didn’t know how to answer to that. You didn’t realized she was feeling that way and perceived you like that.

« But, it’s not me ! The both of us are working hard and I’m not with him for his money ! Do you realize what you are saying ?! » you were growing mad and you won’t let this woman walk over you. The times being bullied by anyone were done. « You are just a gold digger and I know it’s a dark and complicated world out there but please let my son out of your life. » she was playing the sympathy card but that wasn’t going to cut it with you.

« You are crazy ! There’s no other explanation » you said a bit louder.

« What? » the voice came from behind you and before even turning around you knew it came from Charlie. You sighed before facing whatever was awaiting for you.

« I can’t believe you would say such a thing to my mother. She welcomed you with open arms in our house and now you are insulting her ? » he said angrily. You had never saw him like that, he was always this free spirited man that was always the cool one. But seeing him so angry almost repulsed by you was the worst. You had been together for three years and you felt your relationship crumbled under your fingertips because of three words.

« Charlie please, let me explain » he cut you mid-sentence « I don’t care, I think you should go. » you were frozen in place. He asked you to leave, in the middle of the night, during almost a snowstorm without anywhere to go.

« That’s why you never see your family. Goodbye. » he was so cold and his words were like ice swords going through your heart. Tears began falling on your cheeks. Being this humiliated you decided to not cause a bigger scene you quickly took your coat and suitcase running towards the door. As you passed the dining room you heard the laughter of the family around the Christmas tree. Once in the safety of your car you thought about the catastrophe that just happened. You could never forget those cold eyes from either of them. His mother had a small smile but Charlie’s face was stern, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes oh so loving before were replacing by something you never saw, towards you or anyone. Hatred, disgust. You couldn’t believe that was the last memory you will have with him, This messy breakup. It was obviously a break up. You knew that he wouldn’t come crawling back to you, he wasn’t the type and after what he said you could never look at him again.

Driving always had this therapeutic virtue of emptying your head. You were concentrating on the road and that was all on your mind. After two hours of driving in circle with snow covering the road, you stopped in a hotel. You couldn’t stand the look of pity from the steward and from everyone. You climbed to your room before crying and bawling your eyes out into the pillow. You don’t think that the two of you will be able to get through this. After excessive crying you finally fall asleep of pure exhaustion.

Packing your bags was hard. You were at Charlie’s apartment. It was for the two of you but you decided it was better to leave before he came back. You weren’t ready to confront him, see him, talk to him. The memories kept coming at you like hurtful punches. The several picture of you hanging around the place, being happy, smiling and laughing. Your eyes were waterfalls. You decided to keep only one thing from him, it was a picture of the two of you on your first date. You had your head on his shoulders smiling, looking towards the camera while Charlie was looking at you with the biggest smile he could have.

Your closet was always filled to the brim, and as you were clearing out your part one of Charlie fancy jacket fell on the ground. You put it back on the rack but you noticed something fell with the jacket. It was a black velvety small box. It couldn’t be a lot of things and your mind jumped to conclusion. Did he wanted to marry you ? Had he purchased the ring ? You opened the box and saw the most gorgeous ring, it was simple just a small diamond but you didn’t like thing too big or shiny. You couldn’t breathe. He was planning on marrying you ! You never talked much about this but of course you would have said yes. Leaving this place knowing that he was ready for a life commitment was the worst. You questioned your relationship on every aspect. What went wrong ? One morning he was ready to marry you and in just three hours he was ready to throw you out of his home.

Your car was filled with suitcases and your belongings. It was also filled with sadness and misery. You left a note and the key as well as the black box you found, on the counter in the kitchen : « I guess we weren’t that good for each other. I was willing to give you an explanation but you didn’t care. I guess it means it’s the end for us. I was hoping that we wouldn’t end, ever. And apparently you wished for the same thing before all of this. Goodbye, Y/N ». You signed with your own name and not some silly nickname he always gave you. You didn’t make a small heart like you used to do. Nothing you would do would be like before.

Your car was leaving the complex the both of you used to live in when on the other side of the road you recognized Owen’s car. Charlie was on the passenger seat. You tried to not look at them as if you didn’t saw them they wouldn’t saw you. This gate could not open any slower ! Finally you were able to drive down the road.

« Wasn’t it Y/N in the car ? » Owen asked.

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jetsetlife138 · 4 years

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Imaginary - Chapter 8

Rating: Mature for this chapter, but Explicit in future chapters

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions. Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Kidnapping Attempt, Non-Consensual Touching Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

The walk to Valentino’s office… or… headquarters… or lair… or whatever you wanted to call it was uncomfortable at best. Angel guided you through the streets of Pentagram City, making sure to deviate from the main roads by taking back alleys and seedy shortcuts to ensure that you remained unnoticed by Hell’s residents. You were afraid to ask how he knew about the obscure alternate routes, but considering his profession, which you had learned was an adult film star who alternated as a hooker, you supposed that he would be well-versed in that sort of thing.

“Listen, toots. If anyone asks, I didn’t set this up. Got it?” the spider demon urged, hustling down the alley.

“Why would that matter?”

“Because!” he snapped, slowing down so that you could keep up with his long legs. “I don’t wanna be the one who catches shit when the little princess realizes you snuck out right from under her nose. And I especially don’t wanna take the blame when Smiles discovers you’re gone.”

“What difference does it make if Alastor finds out?” you asked, perplexed. “I mean, I can understand Charlie. She’s giving you free housing, and you’re already on thin ice with Vaggie, but Alastor doesn’t have anything to do with you being there.”

He cackled maliciously. “Babe, you really are too much. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Smiles is obsessed with you. If he finds out that I took you to Big Vee, someone he’s not too fond of, I might add, he’ll probably eat me - and not in the way I’d like him to,” he added, grinning salaciously.

Much to your horror, you then began approaching a building with the words Porn Studios plastered on the front in bright red letters.

“Val… works in the porn industry?” you inquired, a hint of contempt in your voice.

“It’s a thriving business, baby. If you were looking for a ‘respectable’ establishment, you ain’t gonna find one a those in Hell. Get used to it.”

The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Valentino ran Hell’s gritty underbelly, and if he was in charge of the porn and prostitution industries, surely he was in a place of power.

When you reached the empty lobby inside, Angel motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs. “I’ll go an’ let him know you’re here. Sit tight.”

The moment he disappeared through one of the doors, a slight sense of dread fell over you, causing you to stir uncomfortably in your seat. Wringing your hands nervously, your thoughts began to wander. Did you just make a huge mistake? Should you have put your trust in Angel? Why didn’t anyone else mention Valentino as a trusted source before?

It was too much. You shouldn’t have gone there. A feeling in your gut was telling you to run and avoid this place at all costs.

Just as you had gotten up to leave, Angel came back through the doors. “He’s ready for you, toots. Come on back.”

“Angel… I--” you started to protest before he cut you off.

“You wanted answers, didn’t chya? He’s not known for his patience, babe. Come on, let’s go.”

Against your better judgement, you followed him back, swallowing thickly and trying to keep your nerves steady.

As you approached a large wooden door, Angel knocked twice before holding the door open for you. Hesitantly, you walked past him into a large office with tacky decor. Risque pictures lined the dark purple walls and a giant furry pink couch sat in the corner. Beneath your feet was a zebra-skin rug, which you were sure had been an inhabitant of Hell at one point.

At the very end of the room was a large and intimidating desk with a tall chair behind it that was faced away from you. Once you were just a few feet away, the chair swiveled, revealing a red-eyed demon adorned with a fancy flush coat and heart-shaped glasses. His outfit made him seem much less sinister than you were sure he probably was.

“Well, what do we have here?” he hissed, cracking a fanged smile. “Angie, when you told me that you were bringing me a living human, you didn’t say that she’d be so… delicious.”

Angel chuckled awkwardly, brushing past you to stand closer to Valentino.

“Don’t be shy, sugar. Come a little closer to Daddy and let me get a good look at you.”

Struggling to hide your grimace, you took a few more steps forward. Feeling his eyes scanning your form, you crossed your arms defensively, as if trying to physically hold yourself together.

The demon hummed thoughtfully before he stood up from his chair, gliding smoothly around his desk before he stopped directly in front of you.

Holy shit. He was tall. Even taller than Angel.

Pursing his lips, he circled you, inspecting you like a vulture honing in on its prey. Eventually, he stopped in front of you before demanding, “Sit still for me, sugar.”

He then placed a large hand over your chest, not in a sexual way, but as if he was trying to feel your heartbeat. Closing his eyes for a moment, you felt a strange tingling sensation where his hand was only briefly before he pulled it away with a smile plastered on his face.

Stepping away from you, he leaned back on his desk in a casual position before addressing you. “So, my little worker bee here tells me that you’re looking for some insight. That right?”

Unable to speak, you nodded your head.

“Walk me through what happened. Give Daddy all the intricate little details, baby. Don’t leave anything out.”

You wrinkled your nose as his use of the word daddy. It was incredibly off putting and didn’t at all appeal to you, but you went along with it anyway.

Clearing your throat, you started to speak, your voice shaking. “W-well… I-I was out shopping with my friends, and I saw a television that was a few decades old… probably from the seventies, at least. The remote control was next to the t.v. I picked it up, turned it on, and suddenly I was thrust into this place. That’s all I can remember.”

“Hmm,” he hummed aloud, tapping his index finger on his chin. “How very peculiar.”

“Whadya thinkin’, Val?” Angel Dust pressed, just as intrigued.

“Angie, baby… why don’t you run and get Vox. I’m sure he’d be interested to hear this little human’s story.”

“Y-you sure, boss?” Angel asked, hesitating.

Valentino narrowed his eyes at the spider. “Are you really going to waste my time with stupid questions?”

“But… you said this would be discreet-”

SLAP

You winced as Valentino backhanded Angel Dust, causing the spider to stumble back, holding his now tender cheek with a shocked expression on his face.

“Remember your place and do as you’re fucking told,” the demon snarled, baring his teeth at his inferior. “Now.”

Frowning, Angel Dust gave you a subtly apologetic glance before sauntering out of the room, leaving you alone with the pimp.

Even though you were genuinely upset at how Valentino treated Angel, you couldn’t bring yourself to act on your anger. When you had lost your cool with Lucifer, it was different because you were surrounded by Charlie and Alastor and you had the luxury of voicing your outrage, as foolish as it may have been. In your current predicament, however, you were utterly alone and at the mercy of Valentino. Clearly, you were out of your league.

“Um,” you stammered, practically trembling where you stood and wanting to ease the quiet tension. “Wh-who is Vox?”

“He’s an associate of mine,” the demon purred. “Something tells me that he’ll be able to enlighten us to your little predicament.”

“Really?” you pressed, partially intrigued, partially terrified. “Why do you say that?”

Before he could respond, another voice could be heard approaching. “Seriously, Val? You’re gonna send your whore to fetch me like I’m some kind of bitch who’s at your beck and call? You can’t just-- oh.”

The new demon froze as he entered the room and laid eyes on you. The sight of him was just as alarming to you as you had been to him. Rather than a zoomorphic creature, it was like he was a cross between a human and a television set. He was about as tall as Alastor, sporting a striped tuxedo with a black and red striped shirt underneath. His red bowtie prominently stood out in comparison to grey undershirt.

On top of his flat-screen t.v. head, he had a black top hat with sound waves etched into it. His eyes were red with one of them containing black rings around the pupil. His entire appearance was unsettling to say the least.

“And who do we have here?” Vox asked, his tone immediately changing from irritated to seductive.

You hadn’t realized that Valentino had moved next to you while you were distracted by Vox’s entrance. He entangled one of his fingers into a strand of your hair, twirling it around his lengthy digit, causing you to flinch. “This is the human that we’ve been hearing about all over the Seven Rings,” Val whispered close to your ear. “She has quite an interesting story. Why don’t you be a doll and tell my associate here what happened to you, sugar?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you repeated your story about the television set. As you spoke, Vox’s eyes widened in shock as he exchanged glances with Valentino who had a menacing smirk on his face. As you finished your story, Vox had a similar expression to Val as he eyed you hungrily.

“Excuse us for a moment, won’t you, baby? Daddy’s gotta have a little chat,” Val snickered as he pulled Vox aside and stepped into the room adjacent to the one you were in.

You briefly wondered what had happened to Angel Dust until their whispers brought your attention back to them. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped closer to the doorway, listening in on their conversation. It was difficult to make out anything that they were saying, but you caught certain things here and there.

“...didn’t think that it would actually work! By the time I heard that there was a human…”

“...exactly what we wanted. What’s even better is that she came to us…”

“...not going to go quietly. Her little friends at that rancid hotel…”

“...just do it. We’ve waited too long for this…”

From what you had heard, you weren’t at all liking where this was going. Everything inside of you was telling you to run.

Just as you were looking for an escape, the demons came back into the room with venomous grins on their faces. “Going somewhere?” Vox asked, interpreting your actions.

“I-I need to get back. The others will be looking for me soon, and I--”

“Now, now,” Valentino cooed as he towered over you, running a finger down your arm. “You just got here. It would be rude to leave so soon.”

All of the courage that you had gathered over your time in hell had immediately dissipated. There was no way that you could overpower two demons. It was clear that you were at their mercy. “Please…” you begged, still looking for an exit. “I was just looking for a way home. I didn’t mean--”

“Don’t worry, fleshling,” Vox soothed with false sweetness as he also caressed your face, giving you unwanted chills. “We’re going to get you home. But first… we’re going to have a little fun with you.”

“W-what do you mean by fun ?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer, but trying to buy time until you could come up with a crafty escape.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sugar. We’re going to take good care of you,” the moth demon purred as he continued to fondle your clothes. “You’re ours now.”

“You know, I do really hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means,” a familiar voice interrupted.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Never did you think that you would be so relieved to hear that eerie static-filled voice.

Valentino and Vox immediately went rigid, but kept their hands where they were on your body. “It’s rather distasteful,” the Radio Demon continued, emerging from the shadows. His eyes were radiating a crimson glow and his smile was even more malevolent than you had seen it in the past. “Like bad meat.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Alastor’s antlers seemed to lengthen in height and width. The dark circles under his eyes appeared once more and his pupils turned to dials as his teeth elongated to emphasize his already terrifying grin. “If you would, kindly remove your hands from her.”

“No one asked you to intervene, Bullwinkle,” Vox snapped, tightening his grip on your arm.

“What?” Valentino asked, suddenly distracting and quirking a brow at his cohort. “Bullwinkle is a fucking moose.”

“So what? They both have antlers,” Vox countered, shrugging. “Who fucking cares?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt what I’m sure would be a fascinating lover’s quarrel,” Alastor teased, earning a growl from the other demons, “But I really must be on my way.”

“No one’s stopping you!” Vox pointed out, baring his electric blue teeth. “But you’re not taking the fleshling with you.”

“If you refuse to relinquish the human to me, I’m afraid I’ll have to take a more aggressive approach. I’m sure no one wants that,” Alastor remarked, tilting his head mockingly, his frightening appearance still in place.

“You really want to threaten us?” Valentino questioned with a chuckle, his eyes flashing from behind his heart-shaped glasses. “We’ll annihilate you.”

“Oh, ho, ho,” Alastor laughed, straightening his monocle. “As much as I would enjoy proving you wrong, I’m afraid you’re confused. You see, I’m here to ensure that the human remains safe before she is claimed by Lucifer. He has very specific plans for her, and, as I’m sure you can imagine, he won’t be thrilled if he finds out his prized possession is being held hostage in this… fine establishment,” he sneered at the last part of his statement.

The two demons exchanged worried glances with one another, hesitating before speaking. “Lucifer wants her?” Vox pressed, eyes darting between you and his partner-in-crime.

“That’s correct,” Alastor replied, not bothering to mask the smug undertone. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell the King of Hell that his shiny new toy is being soiled by two clueless brutes. Would you?”

“Fuck,” Valentino grumbled before gripping your shoulders and thrusting you back into Alastor, where you landed harshly aganst his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you, his clawed fingers digging into your shoulders posessively.

Vox glared at Val with disbelief as he stammered, “You’re just handing her over?! She’s the key--”

“Shut the fuck up, Vox,” Valentino snarled, narrowing his eyes and giving him a subtle, unspoken warning. “It’s not the last we’ll see of her.”

Fuming, Vox remained silent as his eyes flashed at Alastor. Valentino then bent down, his eyes boring into yours as he whispered, “We’ll see you soon, sugar.” Sitting up, his lip curled as he addressed Alastor once more. “Now get out.”

With a flick of one of his ears and no other words exchanged, Alastor relinquished his hold on you and escorted you out, moving so quickly that you had to practically run in order to keep up with him.

“Alastor,” you addressed him breathlessly, “Just… wait a minute--”

“Not here, darling,” he urged, still moving with urgent haste.

After nearly fifteen minutes of power walking, you had reached the hotel. The moment the door shut behind you in the lobby, you glared at the Radio Demon while struggling to catch your breath. After a few moments of tension, you asked, “Is that really what you think of me? A ‘shiny new toy’ for Lucifer’s entertainment?”

Alastor, who had returned to his far less threatening appearance, simply smirked while twirling his hand and summoning his microphone before leaning on it casually. “No, sweetheart. That’s not all I really think of you.”

“What the fuck, Alastor,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. “You’re a god damned enigma! Is this how you get your rocks off? You tormented me when I first got here by making not-so-subtle threats and touching me constantly like a weirdo. Then you suddenly became nice and supportive, and after Lucifer, it seemed like you were actually going to help me, only to then make it seem like you’re just biding time until you can hand me over to him! What’s your game?! Is this how you drive your prey crazy before you slaughter them? Why are you such a creepy bastard?! What did I ever do to you to deserve these mind games?!”

Yikes. You didn’t mean to let all of that spill out at once, but you couldn’t help yourself. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. What’s worse was that during your rant, Alastor just gawked at you, seemingly unfazed. If anything, he was entertained, which only made you more upset.

After a few seconds of silence and him just staring at you with an amused expression, you emphasized, “Well?! Answer me!”

He then sat up straight, making his microphone disappear into a cloud of smoke before approaching you. Just as you were about to snap at him again, his long arm circled around your waist, pulling you close while cupping your face with his hand, running his thumb along your cheek. Before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours, moving against you in a deep and sensual kiss, making you forget the world around you.

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mysterioushogwartsrequests · 4 years

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Hello :) I saw that your requests are open so i figured i could try my luck and write you. Would you be up to write something with Charlie Weasley? Something with the same atmosphere of the music video "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift? The song is stuck in my head and the mv is so aesthetical (somehow i can just picture Charlie with it). It would be super cool, however if that is too difficult maybe some fluffy first Christmas at the Burrow with Charlies first kid?

It sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I hope all of you are safe and healthy during this time.

I’m not sure if I’ve done a request with a song implemented in the story for this account, but here it is.

I wanted to get back into writing stories for this account because I recently started replaying Hogwarts Mystery and I missed creating stories for this blog.

This one is a little iffy, but I hope you all enjoy it and I’ll be posting more requests soon!

(Y/N) (L/N) had quite a reputation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her connection to Jacob automatically made her a trouble-maker even though that was far from her true nature. However, no matter how many times she attempted to prove herself, negative rumors about her intentions spread around the school.

As a first-year, she had hoped these rumors would come to an end as the years progressed, however, as she entered her fifth-year she realized they had only gotten worse. (Y/N)’s friends attempted to cheer her up, but the rumors that she would bring danger to Hogwarts had affected her self-esteem and she had begun to isolate herself from the rest of the students.

Charlie Weasley noticed her strange behavior and began to worry about her well-being. He wasn’t used to seeing a frown on her face and her red nose and puffy cheeks made it clear she spent most of her time crying.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Charlie grabbed his broom and a supply bag enchanted with an extension charm, fully determined to make (Y/N) feel better.

Charlie headed towards the North Tower, knowing (Y/N)’s Divination class would let out in a couple of minutes. Charlie knew this way her final class of the day and she had fallen into the habit of retreating into her dormitory after her classes so, for his plan to work, he would have to reach her on time.

Leaning up against the wall, he waited at the bottom of the Divination stairwell, counting the minutes until the class let out. The booming voice of the students came from the top of the steps, the students laughing as they descended the stairs. Charlie pushed himself off the wall, scanning their faces to find (Y/N). Once his eyes landed on her familiar features, a grin spread across Charlie’s face as he quickly approached her.

(Y/N) stepped off the ladder and turned, only to come face to face with Charlie Weasley. His sudden appearance caught her off guards and she sheepishly looked away, “Hey, Charlie” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, (L/N)” He smirked, his hand swiftly grabbing hers, “I’ve made plans for us today” Charlie stated, pulling her off to the side with a wicked grin. (Y/N) looked away with a small frown, not understanding why Charlie would want to suddenly sweep her away.

“Charlie,” She uttered, furrowing her eyebrows, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to talk to me” She admitted, nervously gripping her cloak. She looked at the passing students, acknowledging their snide remarks as they stared back at her, “You’ll ruin your reputation”.

Now it was Charlie’s turn to frown, he leaned down to meet her gaze and squeezed her hand tightly, “What are you saying, (Y/N)” He asked sternly, his worry for her growing as she remained silent, “Do you honestly think I care about what the others say?” Charlie pried, but (Y/N) still did not answer his question.

Charlie huffed, letting his gaze fall and his eyebrows furrow, “You don’t have to answer me, but I’m going to tell you this anyway” Charlie began, resting his broom against the wall, “I’ve gotten the chance to know you for who you truly are and I know you’re loyal, responsible, and one of the kindest people I’ve met here”

(Y/N) was surprised by his sudden confession, but still could not meet his gaze, she still could not understand why he would want to get mixed up with her. Determined to prove his point, Charlie’s hand slipped underneath her chin, slowly tilting her head to meet his gaze.

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down”

“You’re so much more than what they say and I will prove it to you” Charlie’s bright brown eyes meeting her (E/C) ones, “But you have to come with me, we’ll fly out of the city, away from these students, and we’ll have fun” Charlie grinned, his thumb gently trailing across her chin.

(Y/N) began to blush darkly, his soft touches making her heart flutter. The two of them had grown close during their fourth-year but had not spent time together in the last couple of months, “I don’t know, Charlie...” She uttered, “I have a roll of parchment on Dream Interpretations due on Monday and I’m not sure if I should put it off...”

(Y/N) was nervous about what the students would say about Charlie if they saw them flying off-campus during the evening. However, despite her concerns, she couldn’t help fantasizing about what a relaxing evening with Charlie would be like. She let her guard down, her eyes examining his defined features as the blush on her cheeks deepened.

“Dream interpretations...?” Charlie whispered, tilting his head subtly, “Come on, (Y/N)” He pleaded, his hand cupping her cheek, “What does a bloke have to do to take a pretty girl out?” Charlie flashed her a bright, white smile, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but return it.

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

“My one condition is that you help me finish this assignment afterward,” (Y/N) replied a small burst of confidence in her voice after receiving Charlie’s compliment.

Charlie nodded approvingly, lacing his fingers with her’s, “Then what are we waiting for?” He asked, pulling her down the corridor as quickly as he could. (Y/N) yelped as Charlie tugged her, but began to laugh as the two raced down the corridor.

Charlie began to laugh with her, satisfied with hearing her laugh after only hearing her cries for the past month. He did not know how to describe it, but her laugh made his head turn, there was something so contagious about her laughter that always made Charlie feel comfortable.

His heart began to beat faster as the two locked eyes and she shot him a playful wink, reminiscent of the ones she would give him during their fourth-year adventures.

The two finally reached the Clocktower Courtyard, catching their breath in between their laughs. Charlie took this time to take in her beauty while she was distracted, the golden light of the sun illuminating her features. He examined her hair, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, making sure to appreciate every single part of her in secret.

Charlie dreamed of his future as a Dragonologist, but he also dreamed of finding the person he’d spend the rest of his life with. His wildest dreams were filled with magical creature explorations besides the woman he loves and will create a family with. Lately, (Y/N) had been appearing in Charlie’s dreams, where she usually cheered him on at his Quidditch Games or they spent time away on vacation together.

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh “Have you ever ridden on the back of a broom before?” Charlie asked, getting (Y/N)’s attention.

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) shook her head in response, “I’ve ridden a broom, but never with someone else” She replied, raising an eyebrow at Charlie’s intention, “Just what exactly are you planning, Weasley?”

Charlie chuckled softly, throwing his enchanted bag over his shoulder before mounting his broom, “Can I surprise you just this once, (L/N)? I promise I’ll impress you” He stated confidently, waiting for her to mount his broom.

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes shining brightly as she agreed to Charlie’s questions. Shedding all her inhibitions, she climbed behind Charlie, wrapping her arms around his tone, but slender figure.

“Hold on tight, (Y/N)” He whispered, giving her a small wink as he took off from the Courtyard. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut as her arms tightened around Charlie’s waist as she adjusted to the feeling of flying behind somebody.

I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

“I hope your eyes are open!” Charlie spoke up as he flew them over the Hogwarts grounds, “I don’t want you to miss the view from here, I want you to take it all in!” Charlie exclaimed happily and (Y/N) opened one of her eyes to view the landscape.

“O-Okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed, finally giving in and opening both her eyes, her arms relaxing as she grew more comfortable. Her eyes widened as they passed the Hogwarts towers, enjoying the wind flowing through her hair as Charlie safely guided them to their location.

There were tall, dark green trees and multiple blue-green lakes covering the Scottish landscape, and (Y/N) began to feel relaxed. She had spent multiple days cooped up in her dormitory that she had forgotten how beautiful the scenery around her school could be. Looking up at Charlie, she noticed the small smile on his face as they flew past Hagrid’s Hut and through the Forbidden Forest.

Even though they had not been out for long, (Y/N) was already beginning to feel better and she couldn’t help but feel indebted to Charlie for planning this. (Y/N) valued Charlie’s friendship, but she realized what she was currently feeling could be more than friendship. Her mind went back to their encounter in the corridor and the feeling of his thumb tracing over her cheek and chin.

(Y/N) blushed, remembering the feeling of his face leaning close to her as he attempted to convince her to adventure with him. Her arms instinctively tightened around his waist, her fingers brushing against the muscles of his abs as she held on. This feeling only made her blush more as she imagined Charlie lifting crates and supply bags for Professor Kettleburn, it wasn’t much labor but it certainly helped Charlie define his figure.

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss My last request is

Charlie felt (Y/N)’s grip tighten around him again and he grinned as they touched down at their destination, “We’re here” Charlie announced, hopping off his broom then extending his hand to help (Y/N) off his levitating broom.

Finally breaking away from her thoughts, (Y/N) slipped her hand into his and carefully stepping off Charlie’s broom. “Where are we?” (Y/N) asked, gazing at the surrounding trees and the flower beds that covered the area around the lagoon.

“We’re at Grindylow Lagoon”, Charlie replied leading (Y/N) closer to the lagoon, “We can’t get too close to the water itself because of the Grindylows, but the area surrounding it is peaceful for students”

“The flowers are beautiful, I never even knew this lagoon existed!”, (Y/N) exclaimed happily as Charlie pulled out his wand. She watched as the picnic blanket flew out of his bag along with plates, silverware, and food.

“Well, I’m technically not supposed to bring anyone here,” Charlie admitted sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, “But this was an exceptional situation that required some rule-breaking”

(Y/N) begun to giggle, her blush obvious on her cheeks, as she shook her head at Charlie, “You’d risk getting in trouble for me?” She asked making Charlie roll his eyes in response.

“Would you risk getting in trouble for me?” Charlie asked, raising his eyebrow teasingly at (Y/N) who obviously knew the answer to her own question. Shaking her head, she gazed up at Charlie with a smile, “Touche, Weasley” she stated simply, sitting down on the mat Charlie had prepared.

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh “What can I say, (Y/N)?” Charlie said as he took his place beside her, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see that gorgeous smile on your face” He admitted bluntly, placing his hand atop hers.

(Y/N) blushed once again, her eyes meeting Charlie’s as the sun set around them, “That’s very sweet of you to say, Charlie” (Y/N) admitting, giving his hand a light squeeze, “You’re the first person to get me out of the castle these past five months” (Y/N) let out a small sigh, gazing down at her lap as she recalled the vicious rumors her classmates spread throughout the years.

As the two spoke, Charlie began passing (Y/N)’s various sweets he had collected from The Great Hall. Passing a warm Pumpkin Pasty to (Y/N), he reached into his bag and pulled out two drinking glasses, “Would the lady prefer Butterbeer or Hot Chocolate?” Charlie asked, making her giggle once again.

“I’d like Butterbeer, please” (Y/N) replied, playing into Charlie’s scenario as he poured her a drink. Taking a bite of her Pumpkin Pasty, she shut her eyes and enjoyed the flavor of the warm pastry as the crisp breeze filled her lungs. Charlie chewed on some Salt Water Taffy as they enjoyed their treats in comfortable silence.

Surprisingly, Grindylow Lagoon was calm and completely different from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts Castle. The two listened to the buzzing of the bugs that covered the tall trees, to the sound of frogs croaking around them, and the soft-howls of creatures in the distance. Normally, most students would be spooked by the noises of the Forbidden Forest, but Charlie and (Y/N) were confident they would be safe as long as they stayed together.

You see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around (Y/N) watched as the Grindylows swam through the lagoon, noticing the babies and the families as they traveled back and forth. “Do you think we’ll remember this when we graduate Hogwarts?” (Y/N) asked, breaking their comfortable silence, “So many life-threatening situations happen all around us and I’m afraid that is all we’ll remember when we’re done” She admitted, bringing her goblet to her lips, enjoying the cold Butterbeer running down her throat.

Charlie was taken aback by her sudden question and thought for a moment, “I think we’ll remember the peaceful moments and the life-threatening ones” Charlie replied, finishing his Pumpkin juice. “I think these moments are even more special thanks to the types of adventures we have”, Charlie stated.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, “Why do you think that?” She asked, making Charlie smile as he gazed into his empty cup.

“If you think about it, we’re always risking our lives to protect the school, especially you”, Charlie explained, “Since you’re always surrounded by threats and villains, these peaceful moments are special because they don’t occur as often”. (Y/N) begun to understand what he meant, “Everyone deserves to relax after saving the entire student body” Charlie smiled, grabbing a treacle tart to appease his sweet tooth.

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, grabbing her own tart to enjoy, “I’ve never thought about it that way”, (Y/N) admitted, “But I agree with you, these are some of the moments I should treasure because they don’t occur as often” (Y/N) analyzed Charlie’s words, utilizing them to create her own conclusions.

“I really appreciate you bringing me here, Charlie” (Y/N) spoke, her body moving closer to Charlie’s as she grabbed his hand. As time the sun went down, (Y/N) felt compelled to be honest with Charlie, “I’ve been having a difficult time because of all the rumors and I thought it would be easier to isolate myself than to face the situation” (Y/N) let her gaze fall, but she squeezed Charlie’s hand as she spoke. Charlie returned her squeeze, hoping it would encourage her to continue talking.

“But you helped me realize that it rumors don’t define the type of person I am,” (Y/N) looked up at Charlie, leaning her body closer to his, “This might be bold of me to say, but I hope I can share more of these memories with you” (Y/N) admitted, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks as Charlie returned her loving gaze.

You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around

Charlie’s heart fluttered at (Y/N)’s words, he had always been impressed at her bravery when it came to the Curse-vaults, but this was a different form of admiration. He admired her smile and placed his free hand against her cheek, his thumb softly tracing the top of it as they spoke, “I’d be honored to be a part of your memories,” Charlie stated, his voice low and soft. (Y/N) leaned her cheek into his palm, giving his hand another squeeze once she heard his response, “You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever met and I will do everything in my power to keep you in my life”. The two of them were still young, but the passion in Charlie’s words was unmistakable. Charlie had grown up watching his parents’ healthy relationship and understood the love they shared for each other. It was their successful marriage that helped Charlie understand what type of relationship he wants for his future.

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just pretend “Charlie...” (Y/N) whispered, leaning closer towards the Weasley boy, “I’m so happy to hear you feel that way”, She admitted, her eyes switching from his brown eyes to his lips. A blush appeared on her cheeks as she imagined what it would be like to lean in and kiss him, but she could not find the courage to.

Charlie could read her like a book and the blush on her cheeks revealed her true intentions towards him. Letting a smirk play on his lips, Charlie leaned his face closer to hers as he tucked a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear, “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” Charlie asked softly, his hooded eyes meeting hers.

There was something about Charlie’s gaze that caused (Y/N)’s heart to melt instantly. The blush on her cheeks darkened as she realized Charlie had caught on to her intentions, “Ha, you’re really going to make me ask?” (Y/N) muttered with an embarrassed tone.

“Well, it’s not safe to assume,” Charlie teased, “I want to hear what you want word for word, then I’ll know we’re both on the same page” He confessed, pulling her face closer to his, ensuring her that he understood her intentions, “So, why don’t you tell me?” Charlie whispered, his soft lips brushing against her own. (Y/N)’s heart almost jumped out of her chest at his words, his sultry tone making her head spin. They were so close to sharing their first kiss, but he was making her wait and ask. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) recalled her encounters with the Curse-Vaults, were-wolves, and other mysterious occurrences at Hogwarts that required bravery and determination.

Although this was not a life or death situation, she knew she needed to be brave if she wanted to get what she wanted.

And what (Y/N) wanted right now was a kiss from Charlie Weasley, “Kiss me, Charlie” She stated confidently and a grin spread across Charlie’s face.

“Gladly,” He replied, finally closing the small distance between their lips and kissing (Y/N) softly.

(Y/N) immediately felt the sparks when their lips connected, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach as the two shared a kiss. Charlie instinctively wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her body against his as he deepened their first kiss.

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your (just pretend, just pretend) Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh In your wildest dreams, ah-ha oh (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams) ah-ha In your wildest dreams, ah-ha

Breaking their kiss, the two pulled their faces away but remained in each other’s arms, “I can’t believe you made me ask” (Y/N) laughed, pressing her forehead against Charlie’s.

Charlie gave her a subtle shrug, “Will it make you feel better if I ask you this time?” Charlie teased, running his fingers through her (E/C) hair.

(Y/N) smiled, pressing a kiss against Charlie’s cheek, “Well, we won’t know until you try” She said.

Charlie rolled his eyes at her remark, “I better give it my best shot then” he stated, pulling her in for another kiss. (Y/N) happily returned his kiss, enjoying the moment they shared at Grindylow Lagoon.

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery imagines #hphm fanfiction #hogwarts mystery fanfic #jacob's sibling

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I just had a horrible realisation...

Charlie was cursed gifted with the power of absorption, right? He can inevitably take away another's powers once he starts getting close to them, right? And what is Charlie's love language? Touch...

Are you fucking kidding me? A man whose love language is touch, who loves being clingy especially with the one he loves dear to his heart, beyond love itself; a man who has been starved of love, attention and appreciation, who wants to just love his lover to his fullest, to keep him safe will take away a prominent part of them??? Charlie cannot touch someone without taking the powers, he could never be intimate with babe without taking away his power, even if he didn't want to, that is something not under his control and my god the wrath he imagined he would have to face, the accusation of a thief that he knew would be casted on him, and he would not be able to do anything 'cause yes he stole but it was not even in his control. This just explains why Charlie looked terrified when he mentioned about his senses to Babe in ep7...he was not "scared of" babe, NO, he was terrified babe would hate him, terrified he would be disgusted, terrified he would be misunderstood, terrified his intentions were not clear enough, so the pause, the gulp, the teary glossy eyes before he says he can return the powers, his eyes were sparkling cause he was on the verge of loosing it, the thought of the pain, the pain of having his love hate him had him on the brink of tears, and he NEVER openly cried before...omg why would you do this to someone??? I don't even know who am I blaming 'cause wtf...it's like you are locked in a dark room with nothing but one single plate of your favourite food but you are not allowed to touch 'cause if you do it will rot, so you are just sitting in the dark room, starving looking at something you desire so often but so out of reach...omg omg omg

#lgbtq #bl drama #pit babe the series #charlie x babe

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avasharpe · 3 years

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Honey, There Is No Right Way Chapter Four

Chapter: four/four

Summary: Ava picks Sara up from blind school and they take a walk through the park. Later Sara makes breakfast for everyone and they talked about how Sara has settled into things.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Charlie, Zari Tarazi, John Constantine, Nate Heywood, Behrad Tarazi.

Chapter Rating: General Audience.

Additional Tags: Blind!Sara, Fluff, Lemons.

AN: I have completed a multi-chapter fic with a consistent update schedule! I am so proud of myself for this It's something I fail at more than I like and something I'm trying to change.

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Ava was absolutely not outside of the Blind school waiting for Sara to finish her lessons for the day. No, she was just sitting at the park, eating her snack, and... Oh who was she kidding, of course she was waiting for Sara. Ava missed her, Sara’s classes took up most of the day and she worried about how Sara was doing. Ava turned away from the building to look over at the park in front of her, watching the bare tree sway and picking out the lone red leaves left in the trees.

Ava tried to distract herself and think of anything other than Sara. It worked, and Ava was so distracted that she didn’t notice Sara sneaking up behind her until Sara tugged on her jacket. Ava jumped as she touched her and Sara laughed before wrapping her arms around Ava’s waist.

“You must have had a very successful lesson. You found me all on your own,” Ava said as she smiled and tapped her nose, before pulling Sara in and kissing her lips.

“The vision I saw of you waiting for me helped, but I walked 10 whole blocks, learned some new living skills, and worked on my Braille,” Sara smiled, her voice full of pride. “Also, we have got to catch up on Daredevil because Lucy is two episodes ahead of me and she kept spoiling everything.”

“It sounds like you had a really good day,” Ava said, leaning in to tuck Sara’s hair behind her ear. “I’m glad these lessons are going well.”

“Me too, it feels good to walk around knowing I can navigate the unfamiliar street,” Sara said, as they strolled into the park. Sara used her cane with one arm and Ava held her hand as Sara led them along the trail to where they had parked the Waverider.

“I’m glad, I know this has been an adjustment for you my love, and I’m happy that you’ve been able to learn how to adapt and even make some friends. Even if Lucy does spoil the plot for you.”

“I told her I was behind and she still blabbed the ending of episode ten.”

Ava chuckled as they walked. It was early winter and the wind picked up the leaves to dance around then and Sara laughed as the leaves tickled their legs as they walked. Eventually, they got to the Waverider and paused outside it. It was camouflaged to match the field around them, but Sara remembered where to stop, something she had recently learned.

“What can you hear?” Ava asked, as she looked around the park, wrapping her arms around Sara’s waist and set her head on Sara’s shoulder.

Sara smiled, tilting her head as she listened to the world around them. “I can hear the leaves rustling through the trees. The sound of kids' laughter as they play over there and the steady steps of the joggers as they run past us and the hum of the ship.”

“Can you hear what trouble the Legends have gotten into since we’ve been gone,” Ava asked, giving her a nudge.

Sara smiled and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her powers were another thing that she was learning how to use. “Well, it looks like they are decorating for the holidays. They’ve hung some large white snow fluff which has attracted some giant spiders as they left the cargo bay door open.”

Ava made a face and shivered “Oh, maybe we should enjoy the park a little bit longer.”

“Come on, Miss Sharpe,” Sara said, with a smile as she dragged her back down the trail. “I smell a taco truck.”

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Ava woke up to an empty and cold bed. She frowned as she stretched, missing her tiny little heater. Sara ran hot and Ava always got cold without Sara sleeping beside her. Ava was a morning person and out of habit, Sara got up early to train. Usually, they would wake up together and have morning sex, but it wasn’t too unusual for one of them to get up before the other. Ava never liked waking up without Sara next to her.

She reluctantly rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her and washing her face before heading out in search of Sara. Ava looked in the gym first, but found only Mick on the weights and headed off to the kitchen. As she approached, Ava spotted Sara at the counter.

“Surprise!” Sara said, having heard her walk in and turned around pulled the foil off of a plate for her.

Ava walked all over and looked down at the plate Sara had prepared for her. It was her favorite breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs, and a yogurt parfait. Taking the plate from her hands, Ava looked around to see the rest of the kitchen set up buffet style on the counter. There were waffles, eggs, pancakes, and a sorted array of breakfast foods set for everyone to enjoy.

“Thank you babe,” Ava said, as she wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist as Sara leaned into her and kissed her cheek. “Who made the rest of the food?”

“I did.”

“You made all of this by yourself?”

“Yep,” Sara said, smiling, very pleased with herself. “With Ray’s organization and the braille labels, I was able to find everything I needed. Then Gideon helped me time how long to cook things, and the rest I did all by myself.”

“Babe,” Ava said as Sara let her over to the table that was completely set with silverware, coffee, and a basket of fruit and flowers. “This is amazing.”

“And really good,” Behrad said as he stuffed his face with pancakes. Nate nodded too as his mouth was also full of pancakes.

“And a pretty decent English breakfast too,” Charlie said, with their plate of sausage, beans, and toast.

They both sat down at the table, at a place Ava assumed was Sara’s as it was half a bowl of oatmeal and apples. Sara poured her a mug of coffee using her liquid level indicator. She added the right amount of milk the Ava liked, grabbed her hand to give her the mug.

“Thank you,” Ava said, taking a sip of the coffee with a hum of content.

She put her mug down and wrapped her arms around Sara’s shoulders, pulling her in for a proper kiss. Sara smiled and hummed against her lips, putting her hands on Ava’s abs. They continued kissing, melting into each other, but were forced to part by the groans of the crew as they made out.

“Um excuse me, some of us are trying to eat breakfast here,” Zari said, tapping Ava’s shoulder in a teasing tone.

Sara and Ava laughed as they pulled apart. They never turned down an opportunity to embarrass their crew. Ava grabbed Sara’s chair, pulled it close, and put an arm around her as Sara laid her head on Ava’s shoulders.

“I didn’t realize that you had learned how to do all of this?” Ava said, looking around the kitchen again.

“Yeah, I’ve learned a lot, and I wanted to kinda show off and do something nice for everyone.” Sara shrugged against Ava’s shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you Sara,” Ava said, leaning down to kiss her forehead and give her a little squeeze.

Sara just smiled and Ava could see how happy she was, as she hadn’t stopped smiling. They all lapsed into conversation as they ate and the others finished up before they got up to leave.

“Excuse you?” Ava said, looking up at them. The Legends just looked back at her, confused until Ava gestured to the dirty dishes they had left at the table. “And I haven’t heard a ‘thank you Sara’ yet?”

“Thank you Sara,” They all chimed as they quickly picked up their plates and scampered over to put them in the dishwasher.

“You’re welcome,” Sara smiled as she heard them go.

Ava finished eating before getting up to do her and Sara’s dishes. The dishwasher on the Waverider was industrial and could handle anything, but she and Ray still like to do a few dishes by hand. Sara cleared the table and put away some of the food before she hopped up on the counter next to Ava and started drying the plates Ave handed her.

“I think I’ve grown comfortable being blind,” Sara said, looking straight ahead as she put down the plate and twisted the dish towel in her hands. “I mean, I still have my visions, but and I don’t know, being blind just feels normal now.”

“That’s good,” Ava said, putting down the last dish in the cabinet. “I’m glad that you're okay Sara. You have handled everything that came your way, better than I ever could, and I’m glad that you're good.”

“Come here,” Sara said, smiling and reaching out for her.

Ava smiled as she turned and wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist, moving in between her legs and pressing her lips to Sara’s. Sara held Ava against her and wrapped her legs around Ava’s hips.

Ava let herself smile against Sara’s lips so that she could feel it and kissed her again, letting herself linger there. She didn’t need to say anything and she let her body do the talking as she kissed Sara.

Sara pulled at Ava’s sleep shirt, her fingers quickly unbuttoning it before she paused. Ava’s gotten pretty good at telling when Sara was having a vision. She always paused just for a brief second as something flashed across her grey eyes.

“John’s going to come into the kitchen and catch us if we go any further,” Sara said as she reluctantly re-buttoned Ava’s sleep shirt.

“Well I guess we better take this somewhere else,” Ava said letting her hands run down Sara’s back, to rest on her ass. Sara laughed as Ava picked her up and tightened her legs around Ava’s waist, leaning in to trail kisses along her neck, her intentions hidden by Ava’s long hair.

Ava turned the corner just as she saw John whistle as he headed over to the galley. Ava carried her through the halls as Sara directed her way so they wouldn’t get caught by anybody else. Finally, Ava opened the door to their bedroom and walked over to lay her down on the bed quickly crawling on top of her.

#Ava Sharpe #Sara Lance #Avalance #legends of tomorrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #otp: I love you ya goober #DC #Charlie LoT #Zari Tarazi #Nate Heywood #Behrad Tarazi #John Constantine #my fanfics #my writing #my work

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companionjones · 4 years

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Legendary House Guests

Pairings (only including the romantic ones): John Constantine x Sorcerer!Reader, Sara Lance x Ava Sharpe, Nate Heywood x Zari Tomaz, Ray Palmer x Nora Darhk

Fandoms: Arrowverse, Legends of Tomorrow, Constantine

Summary: One day, a strange group of people show up on your doorstep. Of course John Constantine would be behind it.

Warnings: LONG, I think there’s some curses in it but I really don’t remember, I might’ve made Avalance a bit oc in one part but it’s only because I love them so much XD

(I HAD to use this gif. PLEASE tell me some of you get it!)

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“Hey, Y/n.”

It was the middle of a Saturday, and John Constantine knocked on your door. Ten others were with him.

Sighing, you looked him up and down. You stuck out your hand.

He placed a pack of cigarettes there.

“And your spare.”

He placed another pack in your free hand.

Both packs burned to nothing. “And your spare’s spare,” you ordered.

He blanched, “How did you know? I only started carrying this around last week!”

Responding with no actual words, you curled your fingers in a ‘give it to me’ motion.

Constantine begrudgingly handed it over, and it disappeared like the other two packs. “Legends, meet Y/n L/n. A sorcerer friend of mine. Y/n, meet Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Nate Heywood, Ray Palmer, Gary Green, Nora Darhk, Mick Rory, Zari Tomaz, Mona Wu, and Charlie.”

As each was named, they waved or nodded to confirm who they were. It was pretty awkward.

The last introduced explained, “I don’t exactly have a last name.”

For a few moments, you looked everyone over. “Okay. Come on in. You guys are safe here. I assume you need somewhere to stay?”

John assured, “Just for tonight.”

Reaching up to stroke the side of his face with your thumb, you smiled for the first time he’d seen you that day. “John, you are always welcome here. You and your friends can stay for as long as you need.”

John Constantine returned your smile. The sincere look on him was rare, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

From a few feet away, Sara cleared her throat.

You glanced at the ground to try and hide your blush. You told the Legends that they could have a seat in the living room. “There’s a bathroom upstairs and in the basement. Towels are in there for you. I’ll set up beds for you all and leave you clothes.” You then went on to give rooms to everybody.

Mona and Charlie would take the couches in the living room. You would set up beds for Mick and Gary in your finished basement. You had two spare bedrooms with one queen-sized bed in each. Sara and Ava would take one, and Ray and Nora would sleep in the other. Nate and Zari would have to do with a twin sized cot that you would set up in a semi-sizable hall closet you had on the second floor.

“John, I hope you would still like to share a bed with me,” you joked.

He smirked, “Of course I would, love. It’s been too long. I need a fix.”

Nate cut off your giggling by trying to ask, “Um, how did you know--”

“About the couples among us?” you finished for him. “I’m a bit of a clairvoyant as well.” There was a glimmer of feigned bragging in your tone. “I’ll go make a little lunch. You guys go get yourselves cleaned up and situated. There’s water in the fridge.” With that, you excused yourself to the kitchen.

Once some sandwiches were made and some fruit was cut up, you went back to the living room. You found that Mick and Zari had just gotten out of the shower; and Nora, Sara, and Ava were the only ones missing from the living room. You chuckled to yourself. You hoped to get as close to someone as Ava and Sara were to each other. Maybe you could be that close with a certain wise-cracking demonologist one day, you thought to yourself.

“You know, you could start a fire if you want,” you offered to Mick, who was crouching in front of, and staring intently at your fireplace.

Everyone’s eyes snapped toward you as if you had suggested something crazy. You felt you understood why they all thought it was an insane suggestion.

Setting the food on your coffee table, you walked closer to Mick to study him.

“Hmm...Yeah, I trust you. Just don’t let the fire too big, okay?”

Mick looked up at you from where he was on the floor. You thought you caught a smile. “Thanks,” he curtly noted.

“No problem. And I said not too big. Pretty big is fine with me,” you winked.

You earned a smile and a chuckle then.

When you turned around, Sara, Nora, and Ava were in the living room, and the whole team staring at you were in complete awe.

You chuckled and headed back into the kitchen. “I’m going to start on dinner.”

“Already? You just finished lunch,” Ray protested.

Shrugging, you justified, “I like making food for my guests.”

“Holy crap!” exclaimed Mona with two sandwiches stuffed in her mouth, “Make as much food as you want. This is delicious.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, then continued your trek to the kitchen.

However, you were interrupted again when Constantine gently took your hand in his and encouraged, “Don’t start dinner yet. Stay here...I’d like you to properly meet my team.”

“Your team,” you jeered. “Yes, please. I would love to know about ‘your team.’” You took a seat on your couch next to Charlie.

John sat on the other side of you. “Stop being smart.” He feigned annoyance.

The following three hours were spent by the Legends taking turns to shower, along with everyone swapping stories of past adventures; including yourself.

“No, I’m serious!” you were laughing so hard that you could barely talk, let alone breathe, “I turned around, and Tyler was completely naked! For some reason, he thought it would help with the ritual. I have no idea why...even to this day.”

Your stories sometimes included Constantine.

“And we just ran!” you practically squealed because you were laughing so hard.

John was losing his cool as well. “Looking back on it, running wasn’t exactly a stroke of genius. After all, he was a...what’d ya call it again?”

“Speedster,” Gary named for you and John. The time agent had the biggest grin on his face.

Constantine dismissed, “Yeah, speedster. Whatever,” and tried to continue on with the story.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully hit John on the shoulder to scold him for his behavior. You then thanked Gary.

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the living room to go make dinner. Everyone was eating again by 6pm.

After the meal, you all relaxed and talked more in the living room. Mick accidentally almost burned the house down, but you found the whole incident funny as you put out the growing fire with your powers.

The team retired to their makeshift bedrooms.

“Do you sleep with the TV on?” Charlie asked Mona.

The shorter woman thought for a moment. “Not usually, but the sound is fine with me.”

“Thanks,” Charlie smiled. She turned on the television, then flopped down onto her respective couch. “So, Mona. Mona Wu. We’re kind of the same.”

Mona took a seat on her own sofa, “We are?”

Charlie nodded, “I think we are. I mean, sure, I was trapped in something close to Hell for what felt like 500 years, and you’re a food delivery person turned werewolf, but I personally think we got a good amount in common with each other.”

“...Because we both shift?”

“Yep,” Charlie popped the ‘p.’

Mona thought for a moment again. “I mean, it feels pretty cool to be another thing.”

“Doesn’t it?” Charlie bubbled up, “It feels like you’re the best master of disguise in the history of anything, right? Like you’re a completely different being?”

The other living room resident smiled, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“See?” Charlie gestured between the two of them. “Not so different at all.”

The basement had a more uncomfortable atmosphere.

“Which cot do you want?” Gary asked fearfully.

Mick didn’t say a word. He just laid down on the cot furthest from the stairs facing away from Gary.

“Okay, sure. I’ll just take one.” Gary awkwardly sat down on the remaining cot. “...Constantine’s friend sure is kind, letting us stay in their home, giving us food, a place to sleep--”

“Shut up,” grumbled Mick into the then darkness.

Gary immediately apologized, then settled in for a long, sleepless night. Gary wasn’t sleepless because he was uncomfortable, no. Well, at least he wasn’t physically uncomfortable. Gary couldn’t help but feel too unsafe to be able to sleep alone in a basement with that particular pyromaniac.

Meanwhile, on your second floor, Nora and Ray were getting ready for bed in one for your spare bedrooms.

“You know,” Nora started, “I’d like living in a house like this.”

Ray smiled to himself. “You would?”

“Yeah,” confirmed the sorceress, “It’s a nice, quiet neighborhood.”

The Atom laughed, “When have you known our lives to be ‘quiet?’”

“Well, maybe we should lead quiet lives...Eventually.”

Ray paused, and carefully eyed his girlfriend, searching for any doubt. He didn’t fine any, and smiled, “Maybe.”

A few doors down, Zari and Nate were struggling.

“Come on, Nate. Move over,” Zari urged.

Heywood reasoned, “If I move over anymore, I’ll fall off.”

Zari sighed, “This clearly isn’t working. Is there anyway you can go down to the basement?”

“With Gary and Mick? No way. I do not want to be down there with them and only them.”

Tomaz groaned, “Well, I can’t go to the living room! I just got some water from the kitchen, and I heard Mona and Charlie bonding over their shifting abilities. It was getting weird...Plus,” she sighed again, “I don’t want to sleep away from you. That’d suck.”

Upon hearing Zari’s confession, Nate felt a soft smile appear on his lips. “Come here,” he lightly directed. He rearranged the two of them.

“What? Nate, no I--Oh.” Zari was suddenly laying on top of him.

Nate gently inquired, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah...I like it,” she cuddled closer to his chest so she could hear his heartbeat. “I like it a lot.”

Further down the hallway, Sara and Ava were also in bed together.

As usual, Ava was stressing about something.

“Babe, everything will be fine. The Time Bureau can survive without you for a day or two,” Sara assured her partner.

Ava bit her lip. “I know, but I won’t be able to make contact until noon tomorrow. What if they need me?”

Sara brushed some hair out of Ava’s face. “There are protocols in place to keep everything from imploding until you get back. Honey, everything is okay.”

“Everything is okay,” Ava repeated with a deep breath, starting to believe Sara’s words.

Captain Lance was relieved. “Thank you for calming down...Now, come here and give Mama some sugar.”

“Give Mama some sugar?” Ava repeated with a growing smirk.

Sara smugly nodded.

Ava laughed. “Oh, I’ll give Mama some sugar, alright.” She then leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.

“Man, they really go at it, don’t they?” you commented to John in the next room.

He chuckled, “When Miss Sharpe stays over on the Wave Rider, anyone within the distance of three rooms has to wear ear plugs.”

You laughed as well. “Don’t you guys tell them how loud they are?”

“We usually just let let them enjoy their happiness. There isn’t much of that these days.”

“Especially since you started time-travelling,” you admitted bashfully.

Regretfully, he started your name.

“I understand,” you interrupted him before he could continued, “You’re helping people. A lot of people. The whole world in fact. But I barely got to see you when you followed this timeline. And now...”

John tried to speak again. He seemed truly sorry.

You continued, “Look, I know we weren’t anything official. But what can I say, John? I lov--” you didn’t get to finish.

Constantine had kissed you.

He caught your lips simply at first, then circled his arms around you to cradle your lower back and the back of your neck.

You hadn’t felt that safe in months. You clutched on to the lapels of his trench coat for dear life.

John moved closer, then stopped the kiss to rest his forehead on yours. “I love you, too.”

Automatically, your eyes flashed up to meet his. Silently asking if he was sure, you touched the side of his face.

He just nodded.

Unable to contain your joy, you kissed him again, and again, and again, and countless more into the night.

For breakfast the next morning, you made your favorite: pancakes and bacon. It took a couple hours because you loved to make your pancakes from scratch, and because the delicious smell was wafting around for a while, the Legends all eventually made their way downstairs to join you.

“Mornin’ love,” John greeted you with a kiss on the cheek when he came up behind you and placed his hands on your sides.

You smiled down at your task, “Careful, Constantine. You’re going domestic on me.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

Just like the night before, everyone complimented your cooking. You really wished you could have the Legends as guests for at least a few more days.

But you also understood that they couldn’t stay.

A little before lunchtime, Ava finally got in contact with the Time Bureau. She and Sara went to make a call to them.

Soon, the couple returned to the living room. They informed everyone that it was time for the team to leave.

“No!” protested Mona, “I love it here. Y/n takes such good care of us. Let’s just stay here forever.” She curled up near the fire that Mick had built in your fireplace.

Ava replied, “Sara and I like Y/n, too. So, that’s why Sara has a proposition for them.”

“Y/n L/n,” Sara smiled and stepped forward. “Would you like to become a Legend?”

The question took you by surprise. “I...what? So, like, travel full time with you guys?”

“And help us defeat weekly evils,” Zari cut in.

Charlie nodded, “But, yeah. That’s the gist of it.”

Almost the whole room sounded with words of encouragement for you.

Then, John stood up. “Y/n? May I speak with you in the kitchen?”

Of course, you agreed. “What is it?” You asked when you and John were by the stove.

“I don’t want you joining the team,” he heavy-heartedly admitted.

Right off the bat, you knew why. “John,” you had him make eye contact with you. “You know me. I’ve been literally been to hell and back. You know I can take care of myself.”

He worried, “What if you get hurt? I can’t...I can’t lose you.”

“Don’t you see, John? You going away like this...It could be months, even years until we see each other again. If I go with you, so many morning could be like this one. You and I can finally be together for real...Please. I love you, John Constantine.”

Before he said anything, John brought you in for another kiss. He held you close. “...You have to promise to make us breakfast like this every morning,” he joked.

Finally.

“Oh, shut up before I throw out that pack of cigs you bought last night,” you teased.

Shock covered his features. “It was 3 in the morning. I thought you were asleep!”

“Uh, can we come in yet?” Ray poked his head into the kitchen. “We’d kinda like to welcome the newest member of our little family.”

The next thing you knew you were being nearly smothered in the largest group hug you’d ever been a part of.

Your life with the Legends was amazing to say the least. With your sorcery and clairvoyance, you came to be a very crucial member of the team. None of the Legends wanted it any other way.

As for John, you married that man a couple years into your time-travelling adventures. And if you thought it was hard for Constantine to be away from you before, you should’ve just waited until he became your husband.

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royalcordelia · 5 years

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Hey babe it’s me, your wife. I’d love it if you wrote a drabble based on any of the shots from the trailer that really sparked your imagination. Maybe expand on the Diana and jerry cuteness? Or the satanic ritual? Or the dance lessons? Whatever your sweet heart desires! Sorry this isn’t very straightforward 🤪

@neveragainsanta‘s prompt was my idea for yours, Alex, so I’m merging the two! Hope you both don’t mind!

things that fall (i, for you)

“Certainly more catastrophic things have happened before,” reasoned a panicked Anne. “Like the burning of the library of Alexandria, the crucifixion of Christ, the falling of Rome…” She stared at her reflection,cursed her own eternal stupidity. She wished she could turn her imaginative brain off so she’d stop seeing her cheeks as two ripe strawberries with a million freckles for seeds.

“All you did was kiss a boy,” Anne tried to reason evenly, but failed miserably. All at once, the realization crashed over her as devastating as if it had just happened. In a low, scared voice, Anne stared back at her own terrified reflection, “I kissed Gilbert Blythe. I kissed Gilbert Blythe.”

Tearing away from her mirror, Anne collapsed onto her bed, hands covering her eyes as a universes’ worth of shame settled on her like a thick blanket.

“How am I going to tell Diana? Oh god, how am I going to face him at school?”

Perhaps in the back of her mind, she was ignoring a somewhat important fact. Sure, she had kissed Gilbert Blythe, but he had kissed her back. Quite enthusiastically too, for a boy who’d never kissed anyone before.

It certainly wasn’t the logical outcome for how the interaction began. Squeezing her eyes shut, Anne tried with all her might to keep the memory from replaying in front of her eyes, but it was there over, and over, and over-

She’d been watering the flowers along the side of the house when she heard his footsteps striking the ground at an astonishing pace. Half expecting a horse to be galloping up the lane, she jumped when she realized Gilbert Blythe was running up to see her. When he was close enough them to meet gazes, his face burst into a wide grin.

“Anne, you won’t believe it!” he called out. Some of the chickens pecking around the barn rustled at the sudden call into the farm’s peaceful quiet. Anne hurried to the gate, but he skidded to a stop right in front of her before she could open it.

“Gilbert Blythe, what on earth has gotten into you?”

Catching his breath, Gilbert hunched over his knees and let out a wispy laugh.

“Guess why I’ve come,” he said excitedly.

“I…I couldn’t even begin to fathom!” she replied, her own laughter at his askew appearance making his smile even wider. The warm weather had turned his cheeks a pale red, and the afternoon sun glimmered the iridescent highlights in his hair, like the milky way against its dark galaxy. Anne could deny it when asked, but was hopeless at denying to herself that Gilbert had grown abundantly handsome in the last year. Yet, his heart changed so little. When he pressed his lips firmly together, Anne resisted the urge to reach over and shake him. “Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“Give me one good guess, and then I will reveal what I know,” he said with pretend officiality. Anne placed a finger on her chin as mimicked a person deep in contemplation.

“You’ve decided to join the traveling circus and become their trapeze walker,” Anne supposed. His hearty guffaw hit her ears like beautiful music that was so pleasant, Anne nearly repeated her joke in hopes that she might hear it again.

“That was indeed a good guess. It’s even better!”

“Better? Now I’m almost anxious!”

A confident glint took life in his eyes as he pulled a folded up newspaper snippet from his pocket. The sight of the wheat-colored paper made Anne’s nerves spark with electricity for reasons that she didn’t understand. With a tentative look in her eye, she took the slip when he offered it and peered down at it’s contents.

Queen’s College Pupil Acceptance (In order of test scores)

1. Gilbert Blythe (Avonlea) - Score 200

Anne’s heart filled with bitterness. Of course he only came to gloat about his own success. They’d been studying together, joking about who would come in first at Queen’s together, tackling their textbooks together. He’d told her how much she improved, and for the first time in her life, Anne wondered that she might finally be first in something - fair and square.

“You must be so pleased, Gil,” Anne found the strength to mutter, folding the paper back up. If she turned her gaze from the ground, she might see the utter incredulity with which he gawked.

“Anne. Anne, look again. With both eyes this time!”

Against her better judgement, she did.

1. Gilbert Blythe (Avonlea) - Score 200

1. Anne Shirley-Cuthbert (Avonlea) - Score 200

“We tied,” Gilbert said.

Anne felt like she’d gained ten years of her life back. Her head shot up to Gilbert and met his confident joy with her frantic excitement. All the time they’d spent studying together into the sunset hours had paid off. All the times he’d teased her over geometry, all the times she’d poked him over a misspelled word in his essay, every fumbling compliment to keep the other motivated had all led to this. They’d done it!

She hopped onto the fence, took Gilbert by the face and kissed him.

Don’t ask her why she did it. In retrospect, she supposed she wanted to in the moment. (And tragically, now that she’d done it once, she wanted to do it again, and again, and again, and)

Neither of them knew what to do. Not just because of their inexperience but also because they were kissing. They were friends, kindred spirits, orphans who understood each other, and they were kissing.

The books she read never gave much detail about kissing, and the few moments of affection Anne had witnessed in couples were so brief, she could hardly take notes. How long were you supposed to kiss? Was this too long?

Just as Anne began to pull back, Gilbert chased her so that the connection didn’t break. His hands came up to hold hers on his face, the tenderness of his touch so jolting that she broke back abruptly and stumbled off of the fence. Chancing a look at his face, Anne fortified herself for the worst.

But Gilbert didn’t look repulsed or upset like she expected, or even afraid like she was. He was never afraid.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked finally, with such a strong hint of hope that Anne had to catch herself from stumbling back another step.

“I don’t know,” Anne said quickly, quietly. “Can we…um..”

Do it again?

“Never mention that it happened?” he supplied, tone unreadable.

“Oh, uh, yes. That’s what I meant.”

Clearing his throat, Gilbert ran a hand through his hair with an audibly unsteady sigh, then began back up the lane.

“Have a nice evening,” he called over his shoulder, but it sounded like words merely leaving his mouth without intention, without meaning.

Laying on her bed, Anne gave a whimpering groan at the memory of it. She’d been wrong when she assumed that she could kiss a boy if she felt like it. If that were true, she’d be at his home, at his fence, retrying what they’d stumbled through for a few short seconds.

Fate was prepared to make the next day of school actual, physical torture as Anne faced the impossible task of avoiding Gilbert. She clung to Diana’s side, attempting to maintain the routine of normalcy of their dull school day, but the news had already spread about the Queen’s results.

“Anne! Congrats on tying with Gilbert! Did you have any idea before the results came out?” and “Wish the exam was out of 201 so you could’ve beat her, bud!” and “The only reason you tied with him anyways was because he taught you. You could’ve at least repaid him by missing one point.”

Anne and Gilbert danced around each other, even if Billy and Josie were much worse company. So in the mess of the noise and all the questions, when Charlie asked, “Is Gilbert walking you home today?” Anne’s mouth answered for her.

“No, he’s not.”

“Then could I?”

Anne’s head snapped up, and she looked at Charlie Sloane as if he were an extraterrestrial.

“No, you cannot.”

“Why not?”

“I’m…walking myself! I’m perfectly capable, thank you!”

Then she dashed away into the coat room. She made quick work of snatching up her hat and pulling on her coat, a sharp pain beginning to form behind her temple. Spinning around, Anne meant to aim right for the door -

And nearly bumped into Gilbert Blythe who seemed to be attempting the same quick escape. His hands lowered from his hat slowly, as if she was a doe he was afraid of spooking. Anne’s lips parted as she searched her mind for something to say, but for once, she was on her own.

Gilbert had something to say, she could tell. It was right behind his lips but he bit down harshly on the words to keep them from tumbling out. At last, straightened his hat and gave her a nervous smile.

“Anne, I heard you tied with me on the Queen’s exam. Congratulations.”

She blinked.

“Thank you, Gil. We both worked hard,” she replied slowly. Then, after a beat. “Does this mean you don’t despise me?”

Gilbert’s eyes squinted, the way he did when he smelled something unpleasant.

“Why would you think that?”

From the other side of the coat room, Jane and Tilly threw them a questioning expression.

“No reason,” Anne answered. “Are you still walking me home today? If not, I don’t mind.”

The ice between them thawed into nothingness as Gilbert smiled the grin that turned Anne’s knees to liquid. He grabbed her books from her hands and headed out the door with another word.

Anne felt strawberries on her cheeks again, but this time she didn’t mind. She swept out the door, and fell at Gilbert’s side, admiring the galaxy in his hair and the sweetness in his eyes. For a moment, she wondered if he was looking at her that way too.

#anne with an e #anne of green gables #shirbert #shirbert ff #tessa writes #asks and answered #drabbles #hecksinki

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angelichl · 5 years

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Any chance you could write a quick 500 words or so of the kid fic?💖and share it with us as a snippet

here it is! 1,398 unedited words of a fic I shouldn’t be writing rn lol (based on this prompt)

“How d’you think it went?”

Louis, who was already changing out of his jeans and into a soft pair of sweats, smiled at him from across the room. “Smoothly. Very smoothly. Why do you look so worried?”

Harry covered his face with his hands and used his shoulder to push the door to their bedroom halfway closed, so it was inviting enough for Charlie to come in if he ever needed anything, but still offered them a bit of privacy to talk without waking him. The exact angle of the door was something he’d never had to think about, until now. It made him nervous.

When he pulled his hands away, Louis was squinting at him. “Babe, what is it? I thought we had a nice day.”

They had, it was true. After picking up Charlie and gathering his few belongings, they’d brought him home and gave him a tour of the house. He didn’t react much at the sight of his new room, lovingly painted and decorated by Louis and Harry over the past few months as they prepared for this day, but that was expected. He’d smiled at the gift basket for him on the bed and that was really all they could ask for—just seeing that flash of baby teeth for a second melted Harry’s heart into a puddle of love and relief.

They had ended the tour in the kitchen and showed Charlie all the food he had access too, reassuring him he’d be given regular meals and snacks, and he could always grab an apple or a cheese stick if he was hungry. The social worker had emphasized the importance of making sure he knew food was always available. So they ate goldfish in the living room, sitting on the carpet and spreading out the old Candyland board Louis had kept from his childhood. It was Charlie’s favorite game, from when they visited him at the CPS center—they’d already spent many hours together counting spaces on the colorful board with their plastic gingerbread men. Harry always got stuck near Gramma Nutt’s house, and Charlie and Louis just thought that was the funniest thing ever.

After Harry lost terribly at Candyland, and Charlie won, of course, they played with a ball outside and blew bubbles in the backyard, bare feet in the grass. Harry was also miserable at soccer, so Charlie and Louis teased him again, playfully, which was apparently becoming a theme. But he was good at blowing bubbles and he got to show Charlie the best technique to get the perfect amount of soap on the wand, so all was not lost.

Sometimes he would look up and catch Louis smiling at him with that look on his face, and then Harry would get that look on his face too, and then they would have to try really hard not to overwhelm Charlie with how happy they were.

Louis made Kraft mac and cheese for dinner, since it was the only meal he was confident he could make without ruining it, and it was something Charlie was familiar with. Louis and Harry had discussed it for hours last week, trying to come up with the perfect meal for the day they would first bring their new child home. All the websites and books they’d read about adoptive parenting suggested comfort foods for the first few months. Mac and cheese was perfect, and Harry’s heart still swooped low in his chest just like it did back when he and Louis were new boyfriends in college and Louis would cook him a meal using the residence hall’s communal kitchen. The sight of Louis stirring the powdered cheese into the pasta at the stovetop was hardly any different from ten years ago, though now they were married and had a home to call their own.

So dinner went well, the three of them sitting around the small dining room table and making conversation about their plans for the next day. Charlie was quiet, but Louis had always been good at getting people to talk, especially kids, so by the time their plates were cleared, he was excitedly describing one of the video games he’d seen on a TV commercial.

Afterwards, they changed into comfier clothes, Charlie in his dinosaur pajamas he loved so much, and watched cartoons on the couch in the living room. Spongebob was still on Nickelodeon, as it was when Harry was growing up, and it still made him laugh.

The first month or two of having Charlie home with them was all about creating and establishing a routine. Having a set plan every day would make Charlie feel safer, knowing he had a schedule to rely on. Knowing he could rely on Harry and Louis. Coming from an unstable home, a home of violence, making him feel safe and cared for was the top priority. Which was why, when the Spongebob episode ended at 7:30pm, they all went upstairs to brush their teeth.

“Book?” Charlie asked, once he was settled in bed. Ever the man of words. Harry was just proud (and tearing up a little) at the fact that he actually asked for something he wanted. Louis looked like he was going through something similar, wiping under his eye before nudging Harry’s back with his knuckles in a gentle, private gesture.

They ended up reading Charlie’s worn-down copy of Dr. Suess’ Red Fish Blue Fish. The little yellow book was one of his only personal possessions, and the thick cardboard pages were weathered and torn. Later, Harry procured a copy of Go Dog Go, a relic of his own childhood. The three of them sat up against the headboard, sandwiched together with Charlie in the middle. As Louis pointed at the words for Charlie to read out loud, Harry stared out at their three sets of legs on the dark blue duvet, two pairs much longer than the other. He smiled at Louis’ bare feet and the tattoos on his ankles, somehow awed by the familiarity in the new situation. He and his husband were reading their child a bedtime story. Their child. Parents, they were parents.

“Goodnight, little love,” Louis whispered, after the light was turned out and Charlie was tucked into bed, eyes closed from exhaustion. He kissed his forehead and brushed his hair, and Harry did the same, whispering the same sentiment. The room was cast in a dull, warm glow from the green frog night light plugged into the wall beside the book case. Charlie was wrapped up in his blankets, clinging to his well-loved llama stuffed animal as he fell asleep. Louis grabbed Harry’s hand as they left the room, kissing his knuckles.

It was only 8:00pm now. Louis was in his sweats and a tee from his college soccer team. Harry was still standing by the door, worrying over nothing.

“You’re right,” he sighed, resting his back against the wall. “It was a nice day. So what do we do now?”

They’d told Charlie they would be in their bedroom, and if he needed anything during the night, their door would be open. They had a small lamp turned on in the hallway too, so he wouldn’t have to walk through the dark in case he had to make a late-night trip to the bathroom or something.

“Come here,” Louis beckoned, still smiling softly at Harry. His intentions became clear when he pulled out a jumper and shorts from Harry’s side of the wardrobe, and began lifting the shirt Harry was still wearing. He let Louis help him out of his clothes, all warm, gentle hands brushing over his skin and making him shiver. Louis was so attentive, so caring, and Harry loved him a million times over.

“I love you,” said Harry, just in case.

“I love you too.” Louis kissed his jaw, his lips. “Didn’t you say you wanted to journal about our first day?”

They sat together on the bed, Harry on the edge with the journal in his lap and Louis behind him, legs bracketing his own. Louis held him around the middle with his face buried in between Harry’s shoulder blades for a moment, before he hooked his chin over Harry’s shoulder to read what he was writing.

Day One: Coming Home…

#anon i wrote this bc i love you #adri answers #anonymous #kid fic

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flowerfan2 · 5 years

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Bound To Be Together - Chapter 12

McDanno, M, A03 A continuous story of Season 9 codas exploring the bond between Steve and Danny as they grow even closer.

Chapter 12: 9.12

Steve forces a smile and goes back into the house, making sure everyone at Grace’s welcome home party has food and drinks, and doesn’t forget about dessert. He’s good at faking it, he’s had lots of practice over the years. He chats with Koa and Tani, teases Charlie, and laughs with Lou.

But his heart is with Danny, Danny who is sitting with his ex-wife, exchanging memories and heartbreakingly fond smiles.

Steve can’t begrudge Danny the happiness that so clearly shows on his face, not after what happened to Grace. He can’t even begin to imagine what losing Grace would have done to Danny. He wouldn’t let himself do it, even when Danny had told him about the brain hemorrhage, even when Grace’s surgery had gone on for far too long. Grace is strong, just like her dad, and she pulled through. Thank god.

Steve is proud of how Danny held it together during the whole thing. The fact that he was so good to Rachel while they waited in the hospital, despite learning that Rachel had lied to him again (although not telling Danny that Stan bought Grace a car hardly compares to not telling Danny that he had a son) just demonstrates how fiercely Danny loves, even when he’s been hurt.

The affection on Danny’s face now as he brings Rachel a plate of food and sits down to talk with her, the two of them separate and apart from the rest of the party… Steve didn’t expect that. Maybe Danny’s still in that place where he’s more focused on taking care of the people in his life than recognizing he needs to take care of himself, too.

A current of fear runs through Steve at the sight of them together, a sickening worry, that maybe Danny’s actions today aren’t just Danny continuing to support Rachel during the aftermath of a terrible trauma, that instead it might be something more.

Danny’s done this dance before, this flirtation with the idea of getting back together with Rachel. The possibility has been a part of Steve’s friendship with Danny almost since the beginning. And lately Danny and Rachel have gotten along fine. Steve can’t even remember the last time that Danny complained about Rachel in anything other than his usual vaguely annoyed manner. Her ring tone on Danny’s cell phone is no longer ominous, hasn’t been for a long time.

Steve excuses himself into the kitchen and tosses paper cups into the trash, then ties up the bag and goes outside to put it into the garbage barrel. He needs a minute away from all the happiness, all the smiles and sunshine. He thinks he’s the most ungrateful bastard in the world, the most selfish of men, to be feeling sorry for himself right now.

He takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm down. It’s his own fault, if something blossoms between Danny and Rachel. It’s because of him. Steve allowed it to happen, opened the door wide open and issued an engraved invitation, by shutting Danny out so completely after Joe’s death.

When Danny had shown up at the ranch in Montana, there was a part of Steve that wanted to swim to the surface and cheer, wrap his arms around Danny’s shoulders and let Danny kiss him until Steve remembered how to breathe. But he was in too deep, too wrapped up in the mission that he thought would bring him peace.

Of course, it didn’t. Danny would have told him that, if he’d have let him. Instead, Steve tortured a man nearly to death to get information, then went on a manhunt that ended up with another child traumatized, Greer dead, and lingering gaps in their intel.

All the while Danny stood steadily by him, holding his tongue as he watched him and Catherine and their assembled band of lethal weapons tear the world apart just a little bit more.

Steve saw the look on Danny’s face when Harry brought out the wedding rings. It was ironic, of course, that Catherine would marry him for an op, but not for real. More than ironic, it was a kick in the gut, and Danny was the only one there that knew it, that understood what it cost Steve to go along with the farce. But Steve didn’t even acknowledge it.

Steve could have pulled Danny aside at any time and accepted some comfort from him, or told Danny how much it meant that Danny showed up. He could tell that Danny was uncomfortable, usually when it came to something Catherine said or did, but Danny didn’t falter. He was there for Steve, grounding him just with his presence, and Steve barely said thank you.

Worse, Steve pretty much took everything that had been building between them and let them both pretend it didn’t happen.

He knew why Danny didn’t push it – not only was Steve grieving and stuck in his own foolish spiral of revenge, but on top of it all, Catherine was there, had been there for weeks. Operationally, it made perfect sense to involve Catherine, but Steve knew all Danny could see was that Steve was relying on her help, and her support, and hadn’t even told Danny she was there.

Steve knows he hurt Danny by not asking him to come help. He even figures Danny thinks he understands why. A few days after they got back from Montana, in Steve’s office at Five-0, Danny had showed up with a bag of malasadas. He had come over to Steve’s desk, hip cocked, waiting to talk to him as he had so many times before, except this time his smile was tinged with sadness.

“Thought you’d like something to remind you you’re back home,” Danny had said. “And feel free to come out of your hiding place anytime. We’re not mad at you.”

Steve had stuttered out some kind of nonsense reply, that he wasn’t hiding and what did Danny mean by that anyway, and Danny had said, with a hint of bitterness, we get why you called your team. And then Danny had rallied, and made some joke about Army buddies, but Steve was too tongue-tied to insist that Danny correct himself to Navy buddies, letting their familiar routine fall flat. When Steve remained silent, Danny simply left Steve’s office, ostensibly to help Tani with some paperwork, a look of resigned disappointment on his face.

Steve should have cleared it up sooner, obviously, tried to correct Danny’s impression that Steve’s team was anyone other than Danny and the rest of Five-0, but then Grace got hurt, and nothing was more important than her recovery (and catching the creep that caused her accident). Danny’s been preoccupied with Grace for the past week, spending almost all his time at the hospital, or with Charlie. And, of course, with Rachel.

Steve shakes himself and goes back inside, pasting his smile back on his face.

*****

Danny and Rachel don’t let the party drag on too long – Grace still tires easily, and is eager to get back into her own bed. Steve’s just about to head out when he feels a hand on his arm, and turns to see Danny standing close, a strange expression on his face.

“Can I, um, can I come over? When we’re done cleaning up here?”

Steve stares at Danny, his heart suddenly beating hard against his chest. “Yeah, of course.”

“Good,” Danny says, and unceremoniously ushers Steve out of the house.

It’s more than two hours later when there’s a knock on Steve’s door. Steve has been driving himself crazy the whole time he was waiting, alternating between tidying the house, trying to distract himself with mindless television shows, and checking his reflection in the mirror. But now Danny’s here, and it’s time to face the music.

Danny comes inside briskly. He’s changed into a black t-shirt, jeans, and old sneakers. The pleasure on his face from earlier in the day has been replaced with a tense half-smile that he flashes at Steve and then abandons as he paces back and forth, finally coming to a stop in front of Steve.

“Are we over?” He barely pauses for Steve to answer before he continues, hands waving. “Because that’s what it seems like. If we were together, I would have thought that you’d have actually asked me to help you go after Hassan, although I convinced myself that I get why you didn’t. And if we were together, you’d have, you know, at least acknowledged that when I showed up in Montana, maybe not right in front of everyone, but eventually. Or, at the very least, if you didn’t want any of your Navy buddies” - he gets it right now, Danny’s not kidding around – “to catch on, you’d have, I don’t know, fucking said something when we got back home. But you didn’t, and you haven’t, and god damn it, I think I have a right to know.”

“Of course you do, Danny, I-”

“And I understand, Steve, I get it if you changed your mind,” Danny continues, like he hadn’t even heard Steve speak. “A lot’s gone on lately, Joe’s death was horrible, more than horrible, I know how much he meant to you.” Danny’s voice has gone soft, but he’s far from calm. “I get that losing Joe might have made you think about your life differently, or maybe being back with Catherine made you reconsider what you could have with her, someday, if she finally gets her head out of her ass. And before you say anything, before you -” Danny halts, his voice cracking, and takes a deep breath.

“Before you decide, Steve,” Danny puts his hands on Steve’s biceps, looking at him intently. “Understand that I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens. Me, and Grace and Danny, we’re still gonna be your family. And that’s not because of what you did last week, how you helped when Grace was hurt, that’s just how it is, how it’s always gonna be. Always. That’s never gonna change. No matter what.”

Steve’s vision blurs, and he ducks his head, wiping at his eyes. Danny pulls him into a hug, and Steve hugs him back, arms wrapping as tight as he can around Danny’s shoulders. He digs his face into Danny’s neck and struggles for breath as Danny tangles his fingers in his hair. “I love you, Danny, I do.”

“I know, babe.”

Danny sounds so resigned. Steve tries again. “I wanted to keep you out of it, the whole mess with Greer. Didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Danny snorts and pulls back, forehead pressed against Steve’s for a moment before they part. “Well, it didn’t work.”

“No, I guess it didn’t.” Steve takes Danny’s hand, squeezes it tight. “I’m sorry.”

Danny nods. “I know.”

Again, that damned resignation. It’s as if Danny doesn’t have any doubt about what Steve’s going to say, that he already thinks it’s over between them. Does Danny know something Steve doesn’t? Has he already moved on with Rachel?

Danny squeezes Steve’s hand and releases it, apparently taking Steve’s silence as a sign that the conversation is over. “I gotta get back, I told Rachel I’d take Charlie tonight. Give her and Grace some time alone together. So why don’t you, um, think about it, okay? ‘Cause I gotta know. This-” Danny waves his hand back and forth between them. “This isn’t doing either of us any good. Figure it out, and let me know.”

Danny strides towards the door, Steve following close on his heels. He can’t stand the thought of letting Danny leave like this, but he can’t manage to get any words out of his mouth either, so he grabs Danny and pulls him into a bruising kiss. He hangs on, stomach clenching until Danny starts kissing him back, Danny’s hands clutching at his hips and fingers digging in tight. Steve’s missed this so much, the smell and the taste of Danny, the way he pushes upward to meet Steve’s mouth. The way Danny nips at Steve’s lips, how his hand cups Steve’s head and tugs him closer.

When they finally come up for air, Danny’s lips are red and swollen, and he stares at Steve for a long moment, as if he’s searching for something. But just as Steve is hoping Danny’s about to break into one of his sunshine smiles, maybe trot back into the house and plant himself on the couch, Danny frowns and shakes his head.

“Ball’s in your court,” Danny says, and walks out the door.

#H50 #9.12 #episode coda #mcdanno #my fic

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