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xxreader-writerxx · 3 years

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Red Haired Boy

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry got carried away)

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of death (happy ending tho), panic attack, graphic violence at parts, mentions of blood, cursing (maybe?), tell me if I need to add anything

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House Y/N/N= Your nickname

I get shoved sideways by a red haired boy and run into the wall. I let out a small gasp feeling my shoulder run into a sharp brick. I hold the cut with tears in my eyes. I see the boy turn around and run back worried. "Bloody hell! I'm so so sorry!" He tells me and I shake my head firmly. "It's alright." I mumble trying to make it seem like I'm not crying. "No it's not, you're bleeding!" He tells me and I see another boy run and stop seeing us. "Fred! He's on my tail!" He tells him tugging his arm. "Go on then! I need to handle something!" He tells him angrily getting his arm free. "Whatever..." The other boy mutters. "Does it hurt?" He asks and I shake my head shyly. "No... I'm fine. Really."

"WEASLEY!" I hear and see its our groundskeeper. "I'm going to enjoy this one..." He mutters to himself as he pulls the boy by his arm harshly. I look at him and he looks sad but smiles weakly at me. "AH MY ARM. OH IT HURTS!" I say not thinking. "What?!" He asks and I clutch my arm. "AH HELP HELP!" I yelp and he drops Fred, as soon as he's freed I silently tell him to run and he smiles at me. He runs and Filch is still distracted by my wailing. I stand straight and smile. "Its gone now. I think I just need to get patched up." I say calmly, walking to the infirmary.

"What do you mean?" I hear as I get wrapped up by Madam Pomfrey. "It was bloody amazing. She started screaming her arm hurt and let me run off!" A nearly identical voice replies. "Well good for her but karma must've came to bite you." The voice replies. "Yeah... But- No way! It's her!" He says and I look up to see the boy I helped earlier. "Hey- What happened!?" I ask seeing his eye covered in blood. "When he was running he was distracted and fell face first into a statue, cut his eyebrow pretty good." His identical brother tells me. "Oh no!" I say and he walks over and Madam Pomfrey groans.

"Sit there, I'll be back in a moment... Foolish boy..." She mutters and he hops up next to me. "Fred Weasley." He introduces and I smile shyly, shaking his hand. "Y/n, Y/n L/n..."

"I wanted to say thank you, for not only saving me but I also wanted to say thank you for saving me despite me hurting you." He tells me shyly and I smile. "My pleasure."

***

I wake up to my boyfriend kissing my shoulder as I sleepily wake up. "Hi baby..." I whisper groggily. "Hi darling..." He smiles at me and I notice he's kissing my scar from how we met. He places his cheek against mine as I wrap his arms around me. "Whatcha thinking about?" I ask and he sighs. "I never payed you back for saving me the day you got this..." He tells me and I laugh. "How bout..." I say pushing him lightly so I'm on top. "Five minutes, whenever I choose to use it, you have to do whatever I want." I whisper and he smiles cheekily. "Yes ma'am..." He tells me and I chuckles. "Yay that one day I will be doing no dishes." I tell him and he scoffs. "I was thinking something more sexual but ok." He tells me and I kiss his nose.

***

I look around frantically for my loved ones, happy I am a half witch so my family isn't here, blood related though. I look for the Weasley Family trying to see through the falling dust and rubble. I see a messy ginger hair and get excited. I limp over as quickly and see its not my Weasley but Percy. He's screaming for help. I ignore the pain coursing through me and run the best I can.

He's digging through rubble and I freeze in fear. "W-who is that?" I ask seeing a hand underneath it all. "JUST HELP!" He screams and I rush over moving each piece of rubble. I finally help drag the body out. I lay him on me to support his head and moves his hair from his eyes. "Freddie?" I ask softly and he looks at me smiling. "Hey..." He barely says and he gasps slightly for air. "Hey, stay awake for me... Percy get help, he's bleeding a lot..." I cry and he runs. I feel Fred's weak and cold hand wrap around mine. "I hoped you were in my last moments ya know?" He tells me smiling, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Well let that be another day. Freddie you are going to stay alive you idiot." I tell him chuckling through my worry, combing his hair lightly. "I want you to be happy. Don't wait for me to come back. Find someone who makes you happy. Alright?" He asks and I scoff. "I would if you were dying. But you aren't." I sob and he holds my hand. "You'll be ok..." He whispers closing his eyes but I grab his head shaking my own. "Hey remember the time we met?" I ask smiling at him and he nods smiling. "You cut my shoulder so deep and I saved you minutes later, remember that?" I ask and he scoffs leaning his head back weakly. "Didn't think my last moments would be getting guilt tripped." He tells me and gasps at a pain in his side. "Well because of that you told me you would give me five minutes of anything I wanted. I want to have five minutes, after this war, dancing with you. You understand? I want to get married and dance for five minutes." I demand and he chuckles, then cringes at the pain.

Wizards swarm us and help him onto a stretcher as we finally let go of each other's hands. People help me up saying I need to heal my injuries. I keep my eyes on him scared..

***

Three months.

Three fucking months and nothing is better. They said it would be better by now. But I still miss him, miss my fiancé. He died shortly after I saw him. His dead body being the only thing on my mind every single day. Today I need to collect his belongings so I throw myself out of bed sadly. I walk out to the room to the empty, quiet, kitchen. I look for my mug and think George must have put it away when he was cleaning. The twin of my passed fiancé constantly stops by to help around the house, he says it helps pass the time.

I climb on the ladder and see he just put it far back in the shelf. I look right above it and look at it shocked. It's Fred's mug.

I hold it and tear up. "Why couldn't you stay? You promised you would stay! You promised! Wh-why did I have to loose you?!" I scream and fall to my knees feeling my heart crumble. "You promised..." I whisper against the mug. I put it down and feel the ground rumble from the nearby train. I ignore it until it makes my mug fall from the counter and drop on Fred's. "No... No no no no no..." I sob picking up the pieces.

George's POV:

I walk into the building to see Y/n yelling at the landlord angrily. "NO YOU CALM DOWN GARRETT! THAT BLOODY TRAIN BROKE MY FIANCE'S MUG! HE FOUGHT IN A WAR YOU WOULD NEVER IMAGINE! HIS MUG IS IRREPLACEABLE! HE FOUGHT DEATHEATERS! DID YOU FIGHT DEATHEATERS GARRETT?! NO! SO YOU WILL GET THAT BLOODY BLOODY TRAIN TO STOP OR PUT A DAMN SPELL ON THIS BUILDING SO I DON'T HAVE TO THINK I AM ON A CRUISE EVERYTIME IT PASSES!" She yells at him holding a bag to her chest, tears streaming down her face. I grab her arms holding them to her chest as she continues to yell at him. "Sorry mate its just a horrible day." I explain as I wrestle her into the lift. "Y/N!" I yell at her and she sobs clutching the bag. "All I had left George! I didn't even know I had it! And it was gone just like he's gone! It was practically a reenactment!" She cries and I hold her close. I kiss the top of her head knowingly.

"He's gone!" She sobs and I nod not wanting to add to it. As much as I miss Fred, she misses him more. She has had everyone in her life leave her and he was all she had besides our family but we weren't even close to him. She trusted him with her life and it was ripped away so quickly. Her love for him was more than a man could describe.

"Let's get you washed up..." I whisper and she nods silently.

***

Fred's POV:

I limp inside the home I once knew and look for my mother, brother, anyone. I can barely see through my bloody hair that has overgrown. I climb the stairs harshly noting the pain in my ribs. I open my room and everything is empty on my side. I walk over to George's bed and nothing. "Mum?" I barely croak. I keep searching ignoring the pain.

I hear a teacup fall and break behind me, I whip around to see my mother as pale as possible. "George? What's wrong?!" She asks and I try to smirk. "Mum wrong twin, but before I yell at you about that I need to find- well myself..." I say drawing my wand. "What? George are you alright? Please don't tell me my boy is gone too." She whimpers. "Mum, where have you last seen me, or well Fred?" I ask and she walks over, tears filling her eyes. "Georgie... Fred died. You remember don't you?" She whispers, combing my hair, I nearly relax at the sensation, haven't been able to see my mother in a year. Only being tortured.

"Mum? I died?" I ask and she sobs, holding me. "C'mon Georgie! Don't tell me we have to go back to St. Mungo's!" She sobs into my chest. "What?! George went to St. Mungo's?!" I ask getting worried. "Oh Godric... Georgie! Y/n! She snapped! Please stop this!" She cries and I freeze. "What do you mean mum?" I ask and she cries more. "You know what happened!" She clutches my shirt tightly. "Mum!" I say grabbing her wrists. "It. Is. Fred. I have been tortured for a year. I need to go find Georgie and Y/n. Where's my girl?" I ask getting worried. She places a hand on my cheek and looks at me carefully. "Freddie?" She asks and I nod, cupping her hand. "Yes mum. Freddie. Can you heal me up and show me where my girl and twin is? I haven't seen them in so long, I miss them." I ask and she smiles. "ARTHUR COME HERE!" She yells as she helps me to the den.

***

I walk into George's apartment with him and my parents slowly. "Why's she living here?" I ask and George sighs. "Please be calm alright?" He asks and I nod. He unlocks the door and looks around. "Y/n?" He calls and sighs. "Don't know why I try anymore..." He whispers mostly to himself. "Please show her slowly George. We can't have her getting worse." My mum tells him and he nods.

I walk into a room across from his and see her laying on her bed. "Hey Y/n! Got you a surprise..." George says and points to the corner. "Let me get her used to seein me first." He whispers and I look at him confused. She turns around and smiles at him silently. "Still no talking?" He asks and she tears up. "It's alright. Can you trust me real quick?" He asks and she nods confused. My heart breaks seeing her, she looks broken.

"C'mere Fred..." He tells me and she whips her head around. I walk over and she tears up. "No..." She whispers and I back away. "Hey Lovey..." I whisper. "You're dead." she tells me and I chuckle. "Turns out. A lot of people think that..." I joke and she walks over. She pokes my chest and I poke her shoulder playfully. "What was that for?" I ask joking and she says nothing but wrap her arm around me.

"Hey Y/n/n, want some tea and we can explain?" George asks and she nods. "Alright me and Fred-" He begins but she shakes her head, holding me tighter like a toddler with a teddy. "I want Fred to stay." She says and I kiss her head. "Y/n, you need to change." He tells her and she grips on my shirt. "I want Fred to stay." She repeats and he sighs. "George. She can just change while I'm turned around. I don't think she'll let me leave, right lovey?" I ask and she nods, nuzzling her face into my shirt. "He'll leave again." She states and I kneel. "Never again. I promise." I tell her and she starts to cry. "You said that." She tells me and my heart breaks. "I know, but this year was temporary. I promise." I tell her.

George finally leaves and she changes as quickly as possible and races back to hug me again. I pick her up and she stays hugging me. "Freddie..." She whispers and I nod. "I gotcha baby." I tell her and she shoves her head in the crook of my neck.

I sit down and George is tearing up. "You got her to talk." He tells me and I look at her confused. "What do you mean?" I ask and he wipes his face. "She was ok at first... Then she saw a Scrapbook of you guys. She realized that you were actually well- You know what I mean. And she stopped talking. We brought her to St. Mungo's in hope she'd start talking but after a month I just took her in here. Hoping one day she'd talk again. Then you came back. She talked for the first time today. Only because she saw you." He explains. "Your turn." She says and I nod, rubbing circles on her back.

"They thought us twins were the only two who were important enough to be in the army but slightly unimportant to kidnap one and try to get answers. They replaced me with a soldier using Polyjuice. Luckily... I had the memory of you guys keeping me strong." I explain kissing her neck. I feel tears on my shoulder and I move to see her face. "What's wrong lovey?" I ask and she hides in my neck again. "My fault." She cries into my neck. "Hey... What do you mean?" I ask and she nuzzles her face into my neck. "I didn't notice..." She cries and I kiss her neck up and down softly. "No baby, they took some of my memories so it would be impossible to not notice." I explain and she holds me tightly. "But I love you so much. I should've." She explains, taking breaks, every time trying to remember a word or at least how to say it. "I'm going to pack her things, I think your flat will be more comfortable." George says and I nod.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles and I kiss her again. "Me too..." I whisper.

***

"Good morning darling." I say as I sit on the couch next to Y/n. She smiles at me slightly and I grab the newspaper. "Want me to read for you?" I ask and she nods, laying on my lap. I run my fingers through her hair as I read the news, showing her the cartoons. I'm smiling and laughing for her until she gets up and grabs a grape. She eats it and I pop up straight. "Sorry did you want that?" She asks and I smile at her. I kiss her all over her face and she giggles. I start kissing her even more causing more giggles. The sound I haven't heard in two years, right before the war.

"Freddie!" She giggles and I smile at her with the dopiest smile I can muster. "I love your laugh..." I sigh and she smiles at me. I get a call and answer it seeing its George.

"Hey could you come down to the shop? Ron set off fireworks after falling and there might be a hole near your office. We tried fixing it but your Magic Blocker is being a pain" He tells me and I sigh. "Alright coming. You two are very much interrupting the best day of my life." I say kissing the crown of Y/n's head. "Why? What happened?" He asks and I smile at the girl in my hold. "Y/n both ate and I heard that gorgeous giggle of hers." I say smiling proudly at Y/n. She blushes slightly and I kiss her nose.

I get up to change with Y/n following closely behind after hanging up and change in our shared room as she fiddles with the sensory knickknacks. With my ADHD and her PTSD we got them to keep our minds healthy. I laugh when she throws the dollar bill squishy at me playfully. I pick it up and she smirks at me. "Pass me my wallet." She tells me and I sigh knowing what I'm getting myself into. I toss her the wallet and she opens it looking for something.

I continue getting dressed when I feel a coin hit my back. "Hey! Dollar bills!" I say tossing the coin back. "I see no such rule." She replies and I smile. "How can you annoy the hell out of me but make me fall so much harder..." I mumble and she smiles. "Its cause I pay good." She quips, tossing a coin at me. I finally get my belt fixed and I walk over. I pick her up and drop her onto our bed. I kiss her neck and she giggles as I tickle her lightly. "I love you so much..." I whisper and she kisses my cheek. "Not as much as I love you." She whispers back.

I get fully dressed and I watch as she disappears into the closet and returns, first eyes searching for me quickly and when she finds me she walks over hugging me. "Ready to go?" I ask and she nods.

Y/n's POV:

I walk into the shop with Fred as we walk out into the streets of Diagon Alley. "Busy street today." He mutters worried and I nod, holding onto his hand tightly. "Don't worry. If we lose each other, meet me at the shop. You know the way." He tells me and I nod silently.

We set off and halfway I lose him in the crowd. I look around scared. My heart beats faster and faster as the seconds pass. "Fred?" I say loudly and get no response. My heart starts to go faster than I've ever felt. "Fred?" I say, tears forming in my eyes.

What if he gets kidnapped again?

What if he's hurt?

What if I get kidnapped?

What if Fred has to go through the same as I did?

What if-

I rush to the shop and go into the bathroom, locking the door as I fall to the ground crying. My heart beating faster than it should. I try to breath but no air is allowed down my throat. Tears fall from my eyes and I cry harder.

I need to go back and look for him.

Stop being a coward.

He could be hurt.

God I can't move.

What if me being a coward causes the last of the Deatheaters kidnap him again?

I can't lose him-

"Y/n? Darling?" I hear and I wipe my tears, quickly standing up shakily. I unlock the door and smile at a distressed Fred. "Hey I just had to fix my makeup." I say and his frown deepens. "C'mere." He says holding his arms open. I stop before hugging him and take a step back. "How do I know?" I ask and he sighs. "I got some Veritaserum in the back if you'd like that." He tells me and I run into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry." I cry softly into his chest and he kisses my head. "I'm here for you every step of the way. For better and worse." He whispers into my head softly.

"Now it's time to deal with my idiot brother's mistakes."

***

Fred comes into the apartment and smiles happily. "Lovey!!!" He says and I smile brightly at him. I hold up my now empty plate and he wraps his arms, one hand holding his briefcase, around me. "I made you some too!" I tell him and he looks at the coffee table. "I can't believe I was lucky enough to marry you..." He whispers in my ear and I smile. "I can agree." I tell him, kissing his nose. It's been two years since he got back and I finally got better. I started talking again, laughing, hugging, all because I had my loving husband next to me the whole time. I still have some issues with him leaving but not as bad as before.

"How was work?" I ask as he sits down, starting to eat. "Good. Missed you though." He tells me and I smile, laying on his lap as he devours his food. I unbutton his shirt and pull up the t-shirt underneath, I put my head under the cloth and kiss his scars lightly as he rubs my hair lightly. "I love you my crazy lady." He tells me and I pull my head away, smiling at him goofily. "I love you my red haired boy."

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dear-diary-where-is-my-soul · 3 years

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Hey Diary,

It has been... almost a whole year? Idk. I’m here anyhow. I somehow got it into my head that when high school was over, I would somehow become magically no longer mentally ill. That didn’t happen, obviously. So here I am. I did a bit of digging and I think I have ADHD (Which I like to call dopamine deficiency) and also ASD (Which I like to call a pain in my ass). I’m just kidding, they’re both a pain in my ass. But at least I know what it’s called. I can kind of manage it now because I spent hours looking for management plans that work for both ADHD and Autism, and seeing what worked for me. I know for a fact that I have Anxiety (Of the social variant - possibly tied to autism) and depression (That I’ve had since age 12 - about 6 years). I thought I was over my anorexia but it keeps pestering in the back of my mind. I’m eating now, but it still isn’t 3 meals a day. It’s not ‘healthy’ meals but it’s better than nothing. I still think that sometimes I’m not worth the food. My boyfriend (The same boyfriend) is a really good cook. His food is so good. But neither of us can eat it. I moved out for a short while, about 4 months. I moved in with my boyfriend, who moved in about 9 or so months before me, with his ‘dad’ (Non-bio, no longer dating [Boyfriends] mother). During those 4 months, I spent more than 1000′s dollars in savings not to mention my Centrelink payments, which only started during the second month [half of what my boyfriend was getting], to trying to keep me and my boyfriend alive. Which would’ve been way easier if I didn’t need to spend over 500 dollars in taxi fees because his dad didn’t know when to stop drinking. So, a little bit of extra kicked in the fucking balls, Before I moved in, I was told that I wouldn’t need to worry about rent until my Centrelink payments were sorted. But, when we move out, my boyfriend sold his bike and 650 of that money was given to his dad because he was keeping track of how long I didn’t pay rent for and said I owned it to him. Even Though my boyfriend offered 2/3 of my rent (Plus his own) every payday. We were both told that it was fine and that we didn’t have to worry about it. He always complained about me being anti-social. Which was really fucking clear to begin with. I never said that I would be interacting with him more than what was comfortable. This was his main excuse for drinking. But, until I moved in he completely ignored my boyfriends attempts to be social with him. He wasn’t my type of person. Conservative, mid 40′s, cis-het, white man with ASD and previous alcohol and drug use problems. AKA ‘There’s nothing wrong with the world you’re just to sensitive, men are men and women are women nothing will change that, except don’t move my living room around because that’s too much for me to handle’. He used to scream at my boyfriend that he isn’t a real guy, but got upset when my boyfriend then put distance between them to not get any more hurt and depressed. I hated it. I can’t handle any loud noises or anything like that. It sends me up the wall with anxiety and I’m very easily over stimulated. Unfortunately, our roommate did not get over stimulated easily and really like heavy metal, which he would play unbearably loud until 2-3 AM on the weekends. He also nearly broke our bedroom door several times. He would scream insults at us through the door and while outside our window (which had a little undercover deck-type-thing, where he drank himself stupid). Me and my boyfriend took a two week holiday up back to our home town, because my boyfriend was having stress-induced Seizures. He was having full-on whole-body fits every 2-3 days that lasted about 5 minutes (These have stopped since we moved out). Anyway, we got back home, being dropped off by my bf’s mum,( who has since very much mellowed out [about my boyfriend being trans] by having another kid, this kid is nearly 18 months old, has some kind of IBS [Unconfirmed as of yet, but he is in a lot of pain]). We put away the few bits of shopping we got, as we were band from touching our roommates food over a month before because he was asked not to eat ours (Not true, but he did use a full packet of our cheese [7 or 8 bucks per packet] in one meal that neither me or my boyfriend liked or could eat, which we were talking about to my boyfriends mother who mentioned it). He also said that we accused him of stealing and shit like that (We didn’t). But anyway, We make dinner because it was around 5;30 or so and we didn’t eat lunch. We put of a movie in the background and my boyfriend goes out for a cigarette on the deck-thing and when he comes back in he tells my that our roommate has been drinking but will stop soon because we’re home. 8:30 comes around, me and my bf are heading to bed with the same movie on in the background and that’s when the screaming starts. 20 whole minutes of our roommate screaming “FAGGOTS” to try to get our attention. During this time, we call my bf’s mum, who is still in town because she had a doctors appointment the next day, staying at my bf’s nans house. We then get up, grab our still-packed from our two week trip (day)bags, and wall ten minutes away to the shopping centre near-by and call a taxi. During that night, our (ex)roommate texted my bfs mum basically saying that we are ‘kicked out’ and that he hates all of us. This isn’t the first time this has happened but it is definitely the last. We went back, the next day while he was at work, grabbed our other bags and a few of the essential items we wanted for the next week or so. Our landlord (ex-roommates mother) said that everything was fine to stay there until we could get it picked up within the next two months or so. She offered to pack it all up for us as well, which we accepted because neither of us wanted to go back to that house again. We haven’t been there, or seen him since. My bf’s mother’s bf went with my brother to pick up all of the rest of our stuff a week after we left. We set back up in my home town, now both of us have been ripped away from our new doctors, our counsellors and my new therapist less than a week before my first appointment (which I now do via telehealth [phone/video calls]). This was about a month ago. me and my bf now have set up and pay for our internet ourselves and I got a disney+ subscription because I'm obsessed with feeling the safety I felt during childhood. Anyway, I live with my boyfriend and his mum and her boyfriend and their 1 year old. Both of my parents live in this town but we’ve been in lock down and I haven’t been able to see them. I feel like I’m drowning because I don’t go outside. I used to walk with my boyfriend, but because he has several chronic health issues we can’t risk him going outside and he can not exercise as much as either of us would like due to chronic pains (And a busted knee which he has scans for in a fortnight or so). I’m in an online course, which was fully government subsidized due to the amount of people who need training or retraining after Covid-19. I really like it, and it is making me think more harshly about wanting to start a business. However, I don’t think I can do the assessments. Almost all of them seem to require me being social on the online group chats, and it fuels my social anxiety so much I didn’t do anything to my course for a whole month. And this whole thing was a way to help me get rid of those feelings, but I still don’t know what to do. How do I word it to the teachers? I haven’t talked to any of them before and it might seem like I just don’t want to put in the work in the social aspects of my assessments because I don’t have a diagnoses. This sucks. I can barely sit my ass down and read through the work as it is. Then I start thinking about how I'm 1 quarter of the way through this course and haven’t brought myself to do a single assessment. Then I freak out over how much I’ve done (or haven’t done) and don’t end up doing the work.

#diary #dear diary #my diary #home issues #kicked #roommate rant #ex #ex roommates #asd #self diagnosed autism #self diagnosed adhd #depression #anxienty #health #learning

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 4 years

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Replay ch. 3

Chapter is rated M

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Rayla got up at seven, eyes heavy from the lack of sleep last night. “Noooo. UGH.” She turned to angrily glare at her alarm that had interrupted her rain noises. Aberdeen wasn’t the rainiest place in the world, but the sound of a rain storm always helped put her to sleep. Her mum and da always joked she was named ‘Rayla’ because she was born right when the moon shone through a stormy night.

Rayla went through her emails quickly, making a note in her phone to call both sets of her parents this weekend. She missed the days in Scotland when Runaan would speak French with her and talk cheese or helping Ethari in his jewelry business. Runaan ran the books while Ethari ran the artistic side, his work with metal and jewel placement both tasteful and modern while taking classic elements from Celtic art.

Her parents had yet to retire from being bodyguards, but they regaled her with stories of Africa and Asia and Australia, how kind people were, the different foods and cultures. Sometimes, she wished she could have grown up going with them. Other times, she knew they had made the right choice leaving her with Runaan and Ethari. They wouldn’t have had much time for her anyways.

Sighing, she rolled out of bed. She had a breakfast date with Corvus before she had to be at the office. God. She hated those pricks sometimes; a lot of old money lived in that office. She had thought she was leaving classism behind when she did her study abroad in the States for her law degree. Apparently, America just hid their classism really well instead of openly displaying it like they did back in the UK.

She lived well, was paid well, did better than anyone had expected her to do, probably. She had been more focused on athletics as a kid, leading Runaan to force her into ballet (‘you already know some French. It’s perfect!’), Ethari insisting on Irish step dance (‘Lain’s mother was Irish. It’s a world wide sensation, Rayla!’), and her own parents signing her up for kickboxing when she was in high school during their vacation from work. Her teachers had been frustrated that she was smart but didn’t ‘apply herself’ whatever that meant. She got good grades, did better in college, got into law school in another country, and passed the bar. She could apply herself just fine. She just liked to be active.

Rayla sighed as she stepped into the hot water of her shower. She had made a good choice buying this shower head. Slowly, she felt the burn that had started last night begin to build back up again. Green eyes entered her mind again, as well as a voice that she would love to hear calling her name out while she rode him. ‘Calm down, Rayla.’ She couldn’t meet Corvus horny. Rayla sighed, putting her forehead against the shower wall before starting to massage her breast. She tried to imagine it was Callum’s hand stroking her, dipping down to touch between her thighs where she ached.

Would his hands be soft or rough? There hadn’t been any obvious calluses when she had shaken his hand at the cheese shop. She moaned, dipping her fingers into her wet heat. Her thighs rubbed together as she tried to chase that elusive release. She didn’t have time for this. The more she tried to speed up, the more it just wasn’t happening. Growling in frustration, she tried to play with her clit, breathing deeply as she finally found a rhythm that was working. Rayla bit her bottom lip and sighed as she came, inwardly crowing with satisfaction. There was no worse start to a day than being unable to cum after a wet dream or being too horny to function.

She washed and dried off, stretching her muscles before dressing. The green pantsuit and black top showed off her toned figure without drawing too much attention to any one place. Her heels made her even taller and, hopefully, a little intimidating to jerky clients or coworkers. She grabbed her purse and went out the door. When she finally made it to her car, she leaned her head on the steering wheel. Had she really started her day off by masturbating to a guy she met YESERDAY?

She shook her head, driving off until she made it to the little café she and Corvus frequented. Corvus also worked in the same building, but for a different law office, specifically divorce. Rayla had no idea how he did it, but someone had to. She saw Corvus at their usual table, smiling at something on his phone. “Your boyfriend sent you a naughty text?”

Corvus smirked back up at her. “Nope. Just something about one of my latest clients. Well, their soon-to-be-ex.”

“Good news or bad news?”

“Well, considering it’s a custody case, it’s good for my client.”

“Abuse?” Rayla frowned.

“I would not be smirking if that was the case. No. Apparently, the ex has been mismanaging the children’s money. Lying about putting it in a back account for them and spending it on gambling debts.”

“You don’t call that abuse?” Rayla smiled up at the waiter who came over, ordering an earl grey, a coffee to go, and an omelet.

“Thank you,” Corvus nodded to the waiter. “I do, personally, but everyone views that differently. The children were never struck, no record of emotional, mental, or oral abuse. It seemed like it was going to go 50-50 custody, which tends to be the ideal situation, but my client was concerned about the gambling problem.”

“So best case scenario, gambler’s anonymous and supervised visits eventually leading to 50-50 custody?”

“Best case scenario. Probably won’t happen, but we can all hope.”

Rayla shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it. I didn’t do criminal law or divorce law because I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing evidence of child abuse all day.”

“It’s a lot. We try to spread those cases around as much as we can, because it gets to be too much when it’s all you see. When police reports come into play, it’s even worse.” Rayla nodded. “While you work for old money. Tell me, how’s Kasef doing?”

“Hitting on me, again. Got upset when I told him off for glaring at a guy in a cheese shop for asking me a question.”

“He comes down to our office on his breaks and hits on half the women there.”

“Believe me, I know. His father gets really upset about it.”

“How is Mr. Ahling?”

“Still insisting we call him ‘Mr. Ahling’ and not the proper ‘Mr. Patel.’ His health is starting to go downhill, so we’re hoping his daughter graduates soon and can start to learn how to take over the office.”

Corvus shook his head, smiling at the waiter with her when they brought their food. “Thank you. I’m telling you, join our office. You could be really good at gathering information.”

“Thank you, but, no thanks. I grew up believing in true love with both sets of my parents. I’d like to continue believing in it.”

“You still believe in love. I love my boyfriend so much we’re moving in together.”

“Well, congratulations to you both. You moving in to his apartment or is he moving into your’s?”

“Mine’s bigger and closer to both our jobs.”

They talked work for a few more minutes, keeping an eye on the time. Rayla sighed as she looked at Corvus. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“My hairdresser would love to do your hair. Those layers are cute, but maybe you need a new look.”

“Ha ha. My hair’s fine, thanks. You remember me mentioning a guy in the cheese shop?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, he asked to draw me. He said it’s cool that I brought a friend and I would like to bring you. I don’t really have any other friends in the city.” She finished her tea, opening the lid of her coffee to put some cream in.

“He seem legit?”

“I saw his art. He also runs a YouTube channel with his friends and little brother?”

“What’s his name?”

“Callum Evans.”

“Katolis Squad!” Corvus smiled, clapping his hands together.

“You know them?”

“Of course. They do a lot of food stuff. I found this café because of one of their videos. Also, my boyfriend’s a baker, remember? Ezran and Claudia do a series on baking and sweets and he likes to watch them. Callum Evans is also kind of known in the art scene in town and I’ve met his aunt a few times. Lovely lady, so’s her wife.”

“Huh. Apparently, I’m out of it.”

“You just arrived in Katolis last year. I grew up here. You remember my boyfriend’s beignets you liked so much?”

“Those were delicious.”

“Ezran’s recipe. His grandmother’s friend was from Louisiana and she taught him how to make them like it’s done in the French-Quarter.”

“Huh. So, you’ll come with me?”

“Sure. Callum Evans seems harmless, but since he already approved it, might as well take advantage.”

“Agreed. I can take care of myself, but, you never know.”

“Where’s it going to be?”

“At his house. He said he has an art studio there. At least, that’s what he implied. I’m waiting for a text from him to iron out the details.”

“Maybe he’ll ask to draw you nude?” Rayla flushed red at that, looking down at her almost finished breakfast. “Oh? Something you want to share with the class? A reason you were distracted during kickboxing last night, perhaps?”

Rayla glared up at him, taking a few harsh bites of her omelet. She swallowed, keeping eye contact with him. “He’s cute, I’m single, that’s it.”

“He’s single.” Rayla paused. “He broke-up with his last girlfriend months ago. She made a big Instagram post about it, saying they wanted to focus on their careers. Which was weird because no one even knew they were in a relationship.”

“So, he’s probably used to people trying to use him for fame.”

“Most likely. He keeps to himself.”

“I saw that when I went digging online. His step-father’s the governor and his mother was in the military for a few years, rising through the ranks very quickly.”

“Yeah. They try to keep their channel separate from all that, though. People are always asking them questions about it and they’ll either ignore it or say they aren’t a mouthpiece for Harrow Williams.”

“Fair. I’ll text you the details. I’ve got my coffee, gotta go.” Rayla put a $20 on the table and waved good-bye to Corvus, leaving to head to the office. Well, this just got even more interesting, didn’t it?

---------------------------------------------

Callum rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. All night, he had dreamed of Rayla. Her white hair down and around bare shoulders, purple eyes starting deep into his. ‘Come on, Callum. Make me feel good.’ He tossed and turned in his bed, suddenly thankful for the fact he lived alone. His cock was at attention and it was not going to be going down any time soon. Rolling out of bed, he took his sleep clothes off as he made his was to his shower. He winced at the cold water, but sighing in relief as his erection went down. He had no time to rub one out. He was already running late for his meeting with Ezran, Soren, and Claudia. They had to go over whether or not to actually hire a crew now that their channel had six million subscribers.

It would be a smart move. Claudia’s home-made beauty series was getting a lot of attention, as were her and Ez’s baking series. Soren and Ezran’s sub channel and Twitch channel was getting a lot of attention in the video game community for their let’s plays and commentary. Even Callum’s art sub channel was getting more and more attention. He was just worried about going bigger because, if they did, what if drama followed? It had been a PR nightmare when his ex-girlfriend had posted on Instagram about going their separate ways for their careers. Callum had asked her to keep it between them because he wanted to keep his personal life and his YouTube life separate. She had apparently felt that, after they broke-up, what he wanted didn’t matter.

As he quickly ate breakfast, he couldn’t get the idea of Rayla from his dreams or of her in a forest out of his head. Those eyes haunted his every though. ‘She’s a freaking fae. That must be it.’ Callum rubbed his eyes again, sighing. He sent a quick text to Rayla asking if she would be alright with her modeling for him in the woods outside of town. She would probably say ‘no’, but Callum needed to get this image out of his head and out of his system. He had just met her and she was distracting him already. Still, Callum wasn’t so sure he could ever get someone like her out of his system. Even if they had sex a week straight, he would probably still crave her. ‘Stop getting ahead of yourself, Callum. She’s probably in a relationship, you just want to draw her, and you have other things to focus on right now.’

All day, as the group discussed the benefits to do YouTube full-time, barring Ezran because he was still in college, a Scottish accent and a pair of soft eyes stayed in the back of his mind. Beckoning him to find her and take her under a waterfall in the forest. Would she scratch and like it rough or did she like to go soft and slow, like a wave?

Ezran snapped his fingers in his face. “Callum, focus.”

“Right. So, I think taking a step forward is a good idea….” He didn’t have time to be thinking about faeries in suits from Scotland.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #tdp #the dragon prince #au #replay #moonbase fanfics

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faedawayyy · 3 years

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THIS IS POST 2: CHARACTERS WHO HAVE SOME STORYLINES AND PLOTS ALREADY BUT AREN’T NEARLY AS ESTABLISHED AS THEY COULD BE. THEIR PLOTS WILL INCLUDE MORE LOOKING FOR LOVE AND MESSINESS BECAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE AS MANY COMMITMENTS AS THE ONES IN POST ONE.

MILES

the only carmichael boy who is officially single from his household. i feel like this has definitely caused his mum to push her attention on to him, particularly because he lives at home. she definitely wants him to settle down with somebody and at the moment, he fake dates arabella to keep her happy but there’s more i can get out of this. SOOOOOOO...

- HIS PLANNED GIRLFRIEND/WIFE: this was charlie at one point but she has more with leo now so it doesn’t really make sense. somebody from a wealthy family who his parents wanted him to end up with. maybe they’re constantly pushing them together but the two of them HATE each other with a passion and do everything they can to mess up their parents plans. - FWB: he’s been in the shadows for quite a while which isn’t a surprise given how much leo, mason and brody have going on. but, now he’s getting a bit older, i think he’d be more confident in himself and i can totally see him hooking up after events and stuff and having a few fwb. it’d be cool if these had different dynamics too like unrequited crushes/people using him for fame etc. - MALE FRIENDSHIPS: he’d definitely hang out with people in his family’s circle but also people who are different and come from different walks of life. as a general rule, he’s chill and not big on aesthetics and appearances if that helps anybody!

NATE

HE’S LIKE MY 2021 DALLAS AND THAT’S THE DIRECTION I WANT TO MOVE HIM IN. he’s a rising star in terms of his music and also has a minor acting and modelling career. he definitely gets the right amount of hype too so i think he’s the best choice out of my new guys to really give like the whole ‘rising star’ thing. i have QUITE A FEW ideas for him bc i’m excited!

SIDE NOTE: him and imogen aren’t officially end game. like they might be? but what i’m trying to say is me and nadine haven’t plotted anything like that. their official plot is that they were dating behind charlie’s back when imogen was with charlie. now imogen isn’t w.charlie, they flirt and hook up but are p.toxic and argumentative.

- FWB/RUMOURED PARTNERS: this one goes w/o saying. i think i’m going to cap the plot at about 3 (not including imogen). maybe 3 different girls he’s linked with and has his own thing with. bonus points if one of these is a PR arrangement and it doesn’t go any deeper than public appearances. - SECRET SHARERS: so with his career getting bigger, i think he’d be more serious about keeping his secret which is basically back in high school, him and a few of his friends are responsible for leaving another guy in a coma (he’s still in it now) after they spiked his drink to stop him from exposing them for cheating their way into st judes. i need maybe 3 or 4 people who all had a hand in this but we can work it out together.

- FRIENDS/PEOPLE HELPING WITH HIS CAREER ETC.

EZRA

i’m kinda stuck with ezra. i have ideas but i dont know what the best way to execute them will be? so, he obviously has his son - nicolas - who is being raised by his mother atm. he’s natalie’s son; ezra and natalie were high school sweethearts but have gone their separate ways, they coparent as much as they can. this year ezra has got closer to madison and then felicity but in both relationships found they weren’t really satisfied with just him and flirted with others...so he’s kind of in a weird place. - PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP: maybe someone who knows all about his son and has helped ezra raise him/keeping it all a secret. it would be strictly platonic. i think she/he would be ezra’s best friend and they wouldn’t have any grey area. there’s no romantic feelings but the bond is strong.

- EX: in between natalie and then felicity/madison. maybe they broke up because he wanted to focus on nicolas and didn’t have enough time for their relationship but there’s still feelings there. i just want somebody who genuinely loved/wanted him at one point and doesn’t always find someone better :’) we could develop how things unravel in 2021.

LUKE

luke’s father is the head of film at st judes and he has a lot of pressure on his shoulders to do well. at the moment, he’s in his good books because he’s a key part of the harry potter movies which is really pushing him and boosting his profile. he’s very focused on his work but also wants to branch out and make more connections. he’s currently interested in athena but i want to dig into his past a little more. - EX FRIENDS/RIVALS: a friend that luke grew up with and they both went into acting, that’s when the friendship became toxic. they were always trying to outdo one another and it’s continued on to this day; they both have good careers but aren’t satisfied unless they’re doing slightly better than the other one; this can be m or f.

- HIGH SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND: he went to gallagher high school. i think it’d be interesting if they were dating and looked as if they’d be typical high school sweethearts. maybe the plan was to live in one of his parents place, get regular jobs and settle down but then he chose his career/st judes and broke it off because it got too serious too soon. bonus points if she still hasn’t fully let him go bc she truly did love him.

- COMPLICATED EX: an ex he dated at the beginning of st judes and it just got toxic very fast. maybe the reverse of his high school girlfriend - she fell out of love with him/was stringing him along and now there’s a lot of tension.

- WILDER FRIENDS: he’s very clean cut at the moment and has pressure to be a good example for others bc his dad is so linked to the academy, but maybe friends who tempt him to go out more and enjoy this time/make memories/do crazier things.

TAEWAN

ok ok i’m getting bored but for taewan, it’s very similar to luke. BTS are really going to be pushed to be the best next year and this is going to create both new and break old connections for him sooooooo take a look.

RIVALS/INDUSTRY ENEMIES - artists who work just as hard, if not harder, than BTS but don’t see half of the benefits with advertisement and getting prime performance spots at award shows. i think there’ll even be rumours than BTS buy some of their awards. he’d 100% have enemies by this time next year and would lowkey be sad about it bc he knows BTS are in the wrong, but also his career means too much to just admit it. P.R. GIRLFRIEND - a girl who’s a rising star too and he’s placed in a fake relationship to boost both of their profiles. it’d need to be a relationship where they clash and do not get along with one another bc i think that’d be fun. maybe they grow to like each other or be at least friends in the end but !!! the more tension the better tbh.

LOVE INTEREST/BEST FRIEND - i feel like he’d have one person who is currently his best friend and they’ve always kind of had feelings for each other...but now BTS are blowing up and management are getting involved with who he’s seen with and who he can be with, their friendship is breaking down massively and they’re drifting.

BRIELLE

brielle has just moved in with imogen and park and she’s been thrown into like, the world of old money and the richest family’s in violet springs. she’s experiencing so much new for the first time. imogen and her friends have kind of taken brielle under their wing & her life has kinda separated into two.

PEOPLE WHO KNOW HER FROM THE STRIP CLUB - i’ve literally been begging for this connection since i had her. her main source of income is stripping and dancing at a sketchy club in london. i’d love to have someone who sees her regularly and even pays for her to perform for their. i feel like it could either be they become infatuated with her through it OR they lowkey do it as blackmail to make the point that they’ve always got something over her. OLD FRIENDSHIPS - people who have NO connection to the richer families and are friends with brielle from before. they know about her getting closer to imogen and the hamiltons and brielle is almost like their eyes on the inside, and they meet up and just gossip about everything that brielle has experienced. maybe one of these friends get a little jealous at some point and accuses her of forgetting who her real friends are/changing? NEW FRIENDSHIPS - people who DO have connections to that whole circle. maybe they get closer to brielle through events that she comes to with imogen OR they kind of mock her and treat her like an outcast. i definitely think she’d encounter some mean girls. ALSO new friends with benefits because why not! there’re so many possibilities. i’m just getting tired of typing LOL

YULIA

yulia currently lives in the home of the family she nannies for. this job funds her scholarship at st judes, but she tells everybody that those people are her parents and sisters. she gives off the impression that she was born rich and doesn’t mention her real family to anybody because she’s ashamed. she has a lot of self hatred when it comes to where she came from and is v.much continuing with ‘fake it ‘til you make it’.

GUYS SHE USES FOR PUBLICITY/MONEY - i think yulia wants nothing more than to be legitimately rich, so she’d be very picky about the guys she flirts with and gives her time too. she’s probably more determined to get a rich and famous boyfriend than she is about having a successful film career. her priorities are all over the place.

SOMEONE WHO HELPS HER CONTINUE HER LIE - maybe one or two friends who know she’s a nanny and they aren’t her family - but she doesn’t know that they know that. however, because they like her and/or feel bad for her, they play along and help her continue her lie.

ELOISE

eloise is the oldest calloway sister and even though she’s technically a “half” sister, she’s been raised with the other girls and is very close to them - especially zara. she’s the sensible one and often has the most level-head. she doesn’t take much shit but is also a hopeless romantic and loves to be in love. she really doesn’t have much at all right now so i could do with lots of different plots:

childhood friends, people who were like sisters to her when her real sisters weren’t.

an ex boyfriend and her first boyfriend. i feel like the break up would’ve hurt because she’s v attached to people

a close friend who has a ridiculously big crush on her atm; boy or girl idm! i feel like eloise wouldn’t know at first and maybe freak out when she finds out and we can see what happens from there

maybe friends/guys who have used her to get to her sister(s)

MARGO

MY BABYYYYYYY. margo is legit my favourite and thats saying a lot bc you guys know how much i love issy and hensley. she’s basically signed herself out of rehab and takes advantage of the fact that dallas is working SO hard to get everything done. she has a huge tendency to buy and drink her feelings away SOOOO.....

ENABLERS - i kind of want her to get in with ‘the wrong crowd’, and by that i mean like...people who don’t rly care that she’s an addict and want to have fun with her. i have a really specific connection in mind where they’re fwb but it’s no good for her; BUT she’s kind of easy and happy to have sex hjkl; so they just keep her on standby.

OTHER FWB - i really want her to just go through a massive sleeping around stage. i haven’t really found someone she ‘clicks’ with. she relies LOTS AND LOTS on park and even though they’re not romantic, he’s her safe space. but i think there’d be a lot of other people in her life who she gets different things from. some ideas could be excitement, or people who baby her, or someone who maybe cares a lot about her & its their only way of being in contact.

EX FRIENDS - friends who gave up on her after she went to rehab and became a mess. she’d hate them bc as tough as she acts, she HATES HATE HES being abandoned. that’s why she clings to park and disney sm, bc she knows that they’ve been her friends since the beginning.

#save #PLOTS

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omgsomeonesomewhereonearth · 4 years

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I know I can’t stand you, but please stay anyway? (pt 5)

Pt 1| Last Chapter | Ao3 |

Patton hates lying. Patton never tells lies. Patton has told a massive lie. Ethan can’t stand Patton. He has no reason to ever help him. Except, of course, the most obvious one. A fake relationship, a family Christmas, and other shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Swearing, original characters

Pairings: Moceit, eventually

“Oh, my god, Patton, I cannot believe you!”

“Okay, Vivian, wait-“

“Trust you to go and get yourself a gorgeous boyfriend like that when the rest of us aren’t looking!”

“God, Vi, no…”

“Mr ‘Woe is me, I’m so lonely I need to invent a relationship to tell mum about’!”

“Okay, well, now you’re just being mean.”

“Ohmygod, that hair! And his eyes! Is that a real piercing? Goddamn, Pat, I didn’t think you had it in you!””

“Vivian!”

His sister snickered, not registering Patton’s serious tone. She’d been smirking slyly at him the entire time he’d been trying to introduce Ethan to his Dad, and she’d literally dragged him outside at the nearest possible opportunity so that she could excitedly interrogate him.

Patton rubbed his arms as he grumpily surveyed the garden. What was the point of all this cold weather if he didn’t at least get some snow out of it?

“What’s going on, how long have you been together, why didn’t you tell me you finally got a real boyfriend?”

…ugh. He’d thought kissing Ethan earlier would be a good idea as it might finally get all of his infuriating tricks to stop – Ethan couldn’t keep flustering him with his teasing if he thought that Patton wasn’t bothered by it! (In hindsight it might not have been the best idea, but clearly, Patton wasn’t known for his ability to think things through).

Of course, Vi had to walk in at the worst moment and jump to the wrong conclusion.

“Vivian, please stop!” he whined, pouting at his sister, who was literally bouncing up and down like an excited child.

…Maybe that was why she didn’t mind being out here like this. They could be could be warm in the living room listening to Christmas music if he hadn’t been so stupid.

“Aw, am I not allowed to call your boyfriend hot?” She cooed, leaning forward to ruffle his hair.

…why exactly had he assumed his sisters would stop tying to baby him once he turned twenty-one?

“As I recall, you did enough ogling of Andre the first time I brought him home- don’t you deny it!” she finished with a triumphant giggle.

Patton rolled his eyes, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. Vivian was supposed to be his source of support this week! He’d been planning to go to grumble to her when Ethan got too frustrating, not listen to her gush about him! When she’d walked in on them, he’d wanted to lead her away so he could explain the situation, but then his father had been there, so he’d had to shut his mouth and play along.

Although, he had to admit, Ethan had been amazing with his father. He hadn’t been particularly worried about his mother – Mum loved everyone! Dad, on the other hand had a tendency to be a teensy bit more strict.

Still, Ethan had been incredible, shaking Dad’s hand, politely answering all his questions about his family, his classes, his career plans – Patton had never even seen Ethan tell someone what his favourite colour was without twisting his answer in some way! Patton didn’t think his father had ever taken to someone he’d actually been dating so quickly.

It was honestly kind of startling, seeing the way Ethan’s entire personality could shift in a second depending on who he was talking to. He’d become so warm and friendly and nice when he was talking to his mom, despite the fact that he’d been winding up Patton mere minutes before. And the minute Dad had approached him, his entire cool, detached demeanour had melted away, giving way to courtesy and polite deference as if- well. Patton wasn’t sure he was ready to start thinking about what he and Ethan had been doing before that.

In fact, he wasn’t sure he wanted to think about Ethan at all at this moment. Because thinking about Ethan would mean thinking about how he was actually, genuinely putting effort into helping him, and thinking about that would mean circling back to why Ethan was helping him, even though he didn’t even seem to like him most of the time and wondering if he didn’t actually have some tricks up his sleeve and- nope, okay, he was doing it again.

“Vivian, can we talk about literally anything else?” he begged. “Ooh, how about your wedding; surely that’s a more engaging topic?” Come on, Vivian had literally never passed up an opportunity to talk about her wedding, there was no way this could fail. Well, not that he could blame her, he was pretty excited too! There was going to be cookies, his little niece was going to be the ring bearer, it was going to be so cute. And of course, he was pretty excited for Vivian too!

If only her ‘finally’ getting engaged didn’t have to mean him constantly being asked when it was his turn.

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” Vivian gasped, clapping her hands. Finally, a new topic! “Listen, I know you said you probably wouldn’t need a plus one, but it is totally fine if you want to bring Ethan; we can probably still make adjustments, have you asked him yet? Should I ask him? I should go ask him!”

…Or not.

“No, Vivian, that’s fine!” he urged, grabbing her before she could run back in. (It astounded him when people who hadn’t met his sister thought he was impulsive and easily excitable) “I mean – you know there’s a very good chance that Ethan and I won’t actually be together by the time you get married, and also that you might never actually see him again so maybe you shouldn’t actually do that probably?”

Oh, snickerdoodles, now she just looked concerned.

“What, why? Are the two of you okay? You know, most couples go through rough patches, that doesn’t mean-“

“No, no Vivian, that’s not it, we’re fine, we’re not having problems, we’re just-“ Oh fudge, he was just digging himself into a deeper hole with everything he said, wasn’t he?

“I should certainly hope we aren’t.” Ethan’s voice cut through the air and a long black coat was draped over Patton’s shoulders as he came to stand behind him. “You forgot to take your coat with you, love.”

Love? Oh, well, they were pretending to date, he supposed. It was a fairly standard cute pet name. There was no reason for his heart to jump when he heard it.

“This…isn’t my coat.” He did still put it on, but still. Definitely not his coat.

“Oh, I know, but you look so lovely in mine, dearest.”

Fake boyfriend, fake relationship, they were pretending to date, his sister was right there, that was the only reason…

“Ethan, hi! Patton and I were just talking about you!”

“So I gathered.”

“Or, I should say, we were talking about me and my fiancé – Andre, you met him in there – and how we’re getting married in the coming spring!”

Vivian was getting really quite good at showing off her engagement ring. Ethan, had apparently always been really good at getting on people’s good sides.

“Oh, congratulations, may I say, your ring is stunning. Your fiancé has excellent taste.”

“Aww, thank you! You’re so sweet. I was just telling Patton how lovely it would be if you could make it to the wedding, I don’t have a card on me, for obvious reasons, but Patton has one, you’ll find the details on there…”

“Vi, is this totally necessary-“ How on Earth was he supposed to explain this in a few months’ time, when Ethan didn’t show up?

“That sounds absolutely wonderful, I adore weddings, it’s so sweet of you to invite me.”

Patton knew for a fact that Ethan did not enjoy weddings in the slightest.

“Aw, of course! Listen, as far as I’m concerned, my baby brother likes you and you have incredible taste in facial piercings; we may as well be best friends already.”

“Thank you so much, yeah, you know, I wasn’t so sure about getting it at first, but-“

“Guys, can we go inside? Please?” He couldn’t fault Ethan’s coat for its warmth, but if he had to listen to this conversation, he’d rather be playing with Abby than freezing out here. At this point, she was the one person in the family who wouldn’t be praising Ethan to the skies right now, even if it was only because she was two and couldn’t really talk that much.

…

Patton had thought that his biggest problems during this visit would be convincing his family that their relationship was real and making sure Ethan didn’t do anything to mess him up. One day in, he’d come to realise that Ethan was way better at this than he could imagine anyone else being – maybe even better than Roman, and he was actually an actor.

Now his biggest problem was worrying about how sad everyone was going to be when he finally broke the news of the break up to them.

Patton was alone with his Mum and Dad – Vi and Andre were tired from the ordeal of taking a two year old through an airport twice, and Ethan had chosen to head upstairs too, after pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek (which had gotten Mum to coo) and muttering something about wanting to get some studying done (which had earned an approving nod from Dad), so Patton was left to help clean up after dinner.

…And his parents were still talking about his supposed ‘boyfriend’.

“Well now, I won’t deny that I was a little put off when I first saw him, he definitely wasn’t what I expected, but you know, once we got talking, I found him to be a fairly stand up fella.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that first bit hon, I thought he looked quite charming! Sure, it wasn’t exactly what I’d call conventional, but he’s a very handsome young man, and it was a very distinctive look. And I do love his manners so, he isn’t rude at all…”

…Suddenly, Patton was quite sleepy as well.

He went upstairs and found Ethan sitting up in his bed, surrounded by several pages of notes in a neat, slanting hand. He’d changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants, and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He looked so different like this. Patton decided to add the way some strands of Ethan’s hair framed his face to the list of things he was definitely not thinking about this week.

Ethan didn’t look up as from his notes as he walked in.

“Um…hi?”

“Hm…oh, hey.”

“You’re actually studying.”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“Well, no, but…I’m not making you miss anything right? Do you have any exams coming up that you need to be focusing on?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I wouldn’t have agreed to come out here if I thought it would interfere with my abilities to pass my classes.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

“Mm.”

“…You’re really very good.”

“Come, now Patton, it’s not nice to lie.”

“I mean, you’re really good, at what you were doing earlier. Everyone loves you.”

“I’m able to read people well enough to then deduce what they expect of me, and behave accordingly when I need to. Not exactly a skill. Most people do it every day.”

“…Okay. Um, do you mind if I just move your notes to the side a bit, so I can sleep on this side? I’m sorry about this whole situation though.” Patton gestured awkwardly to the bed. “I guess it should have occurred to me that we’d have to – but it didn’t, I’m sorry, I hope it’s not too weird.”

“Well, it’s not weird for me at all, but if you’re uncomfortable, those toys in the corner would make an excellent barrier for preserving your modesty.”

“Oh stop.” Patton giggled a little despite himself. “Goodnight. You’ll sleep soon?”

“When I’m tired.”

Patton drifted off quite quickly, Ethan’s solemn, focused face in the corner of his eyes as they closed. Ethan wore different faces around different people. He could be sweet and charming, polite and professional, open and friendly, at the drop of a hat. Still… right before Patton fell asleep, he couldn’t help but think that he preferred his Ethan, sharp and witty and infuriatingly snarky, but at least Patton knew he was real, he wasn’t trying to charm him, or – wait, had he said ‘his’ Ethan? No, nope, Ethan wasn’t his, he meant the Ethan that he got to see, not – this was fake, – Ethan didn’t even like him, and the feeling was mutual.

…Sugar cookies. He’d been arguing with Ethan literally this morning. Then he’d kissed him once and seen him be sweet with his mum and his thoughts were starting to go all funny. He really had been single for way too long. Maybe he should look into getting a boyfriend for real when he got back.

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98hwas · 5 years

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strings of fate 🎀

featuring :: fan chengcheng

summary :: the red string looped around his fingers laid hanging by his pinkie, a lucky being whose life wasn’t played in the hands of whimsical fate yet, a man free to love whoever he wanted. and there was you, a being blessed by fate with eyes which saw the fate of others, but never yourself.

genre :: angst, fluff

rating :: some light swearing? so pg13

word count :: ~3.3k

style :: bullet scenario

so you have this gift curse but i guess people call anything magical a gift because being normal is boring and that’s the real curse but yes, you can see the strings of fate of others

so a little more detail on your little gift, you could see the string of fate of others, a singular thread, the one which represent the fated person who will complement you well. some people have their fates matched since young, others have a free hanging string waiting for them to discover their fated person, or sometimes fate will match them later on in life.

and there was one last group, a minority that you were convinced you were the singular being within that category, you didn’t have the red string of fate

nothing

nothing at all, no matter which angled you tried to look, or tried to find that red string, it had never been there

you used to convince yourself that it was simply a blindspot of the ability as any superpower had it limitations

although you could never quite get the nagging feeling that perhaps you never had a fated person to begin with but you were quick to push these thoughts aside since it was better to see things positively

so you were been friends with chengcheng, a pure coincidence born because you attended the same kindergarten as the boy and your surname fell close to his and the teachers made you pair up with him and thus began your interactions with the boy

so it has been 14 years??? and somehow you’re still stuck with him, although you’re not complaining since along the years, maybe around high school, you realised you were crushing on your dorky childhood friend who ate too much, annoyed you from hell and all the way back, but always stayed loyal to you as a friend despite your bickering over sometimes the most absurd things

“the taiyaki should be eaten from the tail”

“no nononono, you start from the mouth”

also had once said that he eats marshmallows straight off the bag without roasting them in a barbecue because they are the same as roasted marshmallow and he didn’t see the difference and you got so offended that you spent the next fifteen minutes of your life toasting the perfect marshmallow to prove him wrong only to realise he had said that to trick you into roasting the marshmallow for him because he was too lazy

but yeah, you had that kind of friendship dynamics going on which you were fine with

okay

you were not so fine with because a heart in love just wants more but you were too damn scared to act on your fat crush

the fears gnawed at you, even if he accepted and became your boyfriend, what were you supposed to do if chengcheng’s string suddenly connect with someone else?

do you give up on him? and just let him go because there is someone who is destined for him out there and him being tied down to you was denying him of a future he should have

or worse what if he leaves you because you were always second and never the first choice for anyone because you have no fated person to begin with

you had given up on hoping for your pinkie to grow a string because, honestly, it isn’t going to happen

so with these fears, you had instead chosen to simply take the grand first row seat as the oblivious boy told you his crushes and you pretty much became the confidant whenever he had a significant other

oh i forgot to mention but your secret ability to see the string of fate of others? you told no one, not even chengcheng because your mum really felt like she will murder whoever knows of this family secret

and yes, so you have witness 3? 4? relationships in the past 14 years of friendship with the male and all of which you tide over by throwing yourself in anything and everything that you can distract yourself with

you even tried going out with other people but most of them ended within months so you eventually gave up

although you couldn’t help but feel relieved whenever you glance down and see that his string remain unattached even through so many relationships he was in

although you lived with trepidation, in fear to see that one day, his string would attach to someone and that was the last straw that kill any hope of your love being reciprocated because you will. WILL. have to back off, you may be in love but you were such an asshole to deny chengcheng of a better future

also he noticed your habit of looking down at left hand

“y/n, i notice that whenever you see me, you always look down at my hand???”

and you needing to not expose yourself and your secret you always shrug and change the topic before he could press any further

it was university, both of you were freshmen, of the same faculty, same major

so you were still stuck with chengcheng and still had the front seat to his love life

you noticed his crush earlier than chengcheng himself

a young boy in love, awkwardly shy but incredible soft, a side you never knew he had beyond the dorky self he was and that made you jealous

but with countless experience, you kept it cool because better being friends than having any semblance of relationship shattered over your petty feelings

so one day when both of you were lounging in his bedroom, taking a break from the project you were working on as he said, “y/n. you know qinqin?”

you glanced up from your phone only to spot the same shy boy, show hesitated with the beginning of a smile curling his lips, your heart dropped a little but you merely hummed, “yes? what about her?”

“i think i like her”

and like always, a practiced line came out automatically as you encouraged him to do what you wants as long as he didn’t regret it

although this time, you found yourself asking, the question passing your lips even before you had the chance to process them

“hey, chengcheng, do you believe in the string of fate?”

and the male who was amused replied, “maybe? but that did be so dope if it is true. but why though?”

“nah… just curious.” you were surprised that he didn’t catch the bitterness behind your words.

within a month, chengcheng began going out with qinqin, a girl who you had known her name and face but little to nothing about her

but it was a glance at her pinkie did you see the red string around her pinkie extending to connect with another school mate, a male who seemed to be acquainted with qinqin as well

and the sirens in your head went off, you could almost foresee the future events, one of heartbreak for chengcheng, and you knew the male had always been particularly sensitive and you didn’t wish to see his heart get broken especially knowing how deeply invested he was in the current relationship

so you tried to hint to him, an uphill task which was hard because you had to hide your ability while trying to convince chengcheng who interpreted your actions as trying to tear him apart from qinqin because you were jealous of his closeness with qinqin

and of course, i guess the frustration got to you because you spouted a rather careless remark, “i hope you don’t regret not listening to me when it really happens”

oh boy did you fuck up big time

and both of you slipped into a period of cold war

a first in 14 years of your life and you felt bad, super awful over what you said but you can’t take back what you said and chengcheng pretty much pulled a ninja card on you and was never in sight when you tried to find him, and when you do find him he was with other friends you didn’t know or qinqin herself

so you gave up trying, only to have yourself to blame for meddling

it was one day when you have thrown your miserable self deep into your studies did you receive angry knocks on your door

opening, standing by your doorstep was chengcheng, broken and bitter, he chuckled bitterly, “we broke up.”

your eyes darted down to his left hand, the string was still unattached

“are you happy now, y/n? that what you hoped happened? that i didn’t listen to you?”

your eyes dropped to stare hard at the wooden flooring, the back of your eyes stinging with the sudden gathering moisture threatening to fall

guilt, it gnawed at you, hurt, it struck at you like a dagger digging into your stomach and ugly ugly relief washed you, making you disgusted.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn-”

“well it is too late, y/n, you can’t take back what you-”

“I know!” the words burst past you lips as your gaze flew up to meet his, which were dark with stormy emotions

“i know…” you whispered, swallowing the growing lump pushing against your throat

“if i wasn’t cursed with these ability”

your mutter didn’t go unheard by the male narrowed his eyes at you, “what do you mean?”

“nothing,” hasty to cover up, the worst cover up lie was thrown only making the male advance closer, “lying now, huh? i guess our friendship is really nothing to you, y/n.”

and that’s when you snapped

“look, you want to know? alright, here’s the deal, so listen up, fan chengcheng. her string was connected to someone else that wasn’t yours and fate doesn’t give us humans much control over our choices, you will never becomes her first because is someone else much better than you for you. and i know what it’s like to always be second to someone and never the first, it hurts. it fucking hurts. i know i was in no place to say those things and regarding your question, if i was jealous of you and qinqin? yes i am, i am jealous that she had a chance with you because i will never have one but you know what, i am happy being friends with you but i guess we won’t be anymore seeing the state of things right now. so yeah, i’ve got better things to do so please get out.”

somehow you managed to hold your tears back as you pushed a stunned chengcheng out of your door before slamming it shut

it was over, you fucked things up big time, not only did you reveal your ability, you had dropped the bomb of your crush and ended your friendship with him

well done

well done indeed

and the weeks after that night, you became the one who pulled the ninja card on chengcheng, refusing to be anywhere near him because you knew you did sob your eyes out over ruining your 14 year friendship over something so petty because you couldn’t contain your jealousy unlike the previous times

four weeks in your mission to avoiding chengcheng, while rushing to a sudden change in project meeting venue, you had flung yourself into the seminar room ready to apologise for not noticing the message because you had drowned yourself in work, you had instead came face to face with the very person you were trying to avoid

“sorry, i think i’ve gotten the wrong room, i’ll take my lea-”

“y/n, can we talk? please?”

hands gripped the doorknob, you were ready to bolt until the kicked puppy eyed glance went your may made your will crumble as you sighed relenting as you stepped into the room, “alright. ten minutes.”

scrolling to set the timer, you hit the start button.

00:09:59.37

he looked haggard, tired, worn, much worse than few weeks back, and you knew you were the cause of his current state, if you just didn’t open your fat mouth and let things take its course

you saw the male perk up but simply disregarded the action as you settled atop of the table, “what business do you have with me?”

“i’m sorry for that nigh-”

you could feel tears gathering at the very mention of that night as your hands sought purchase on the edges of the table, knuckles gripped white as he fought to maintain your cool

not in front of him

never

“it’s fine, i was clearly in the wrong for what i’ve done and if you wish to apologise, it’s heard and we are chill, if there’s nothing els-”

“y/n, please listen.”

the plea shot straight into your soft spot for the male which had never left no mattered how hard you had willed yourself to give up on the male, “okay”

“i’ve heard about it from your mum- regarding your ability, that is.”

your gaze shot up at his words, wide as saucers - you mum knew

you’re officially dead, your mum is going to ship you off to some deserted island to hide you and there went your youth-

“i explained the situation, and promised to not share your secret with my entire body and soul. and i’m sorry for putting you in such a difficult spot, you were looking out for me but yet i-”

“it’s fine, you didn’t know, i never told you,” you deflated a little as you shook your head with a wry smile

the silence dragged between the two of your until you heard a whisper, one which nearly got swallowed by the humming silence, “how long? for how long did you like me?”

lips pursed, your gaze cast down, refusing to meet the burning gaze that was staring right at you, “high school.”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“i was scared” you felt tired, your legs pulled up to fold against your chest as you buried your head against your knees

“… why?”

you felt a choked bitter chuckle escape your lips at the question, your eyes lifted to finally meet chengcheng’s

“why? because your string isn’t attached to anyone and-”

you sucked in a shaky breath, lifting your left hand to stare at the empty vacuum surrounding your pinkie, “i don’t have a string, chengcheng.”

your phone beeped and your hand was quick to snatch it up, grateful of the interruption as he pushed yourself off the table and grabbed your bag

just as you were about to leave the room, chengcheng blurted out, “then, can we at least go back to being friends?”

you hesitated, as seconds dragged to minutes, you shrugged, “if you want to.”

and you left

so post cold war period was a stage of rebuilding broken bridge, including chengcheng being overly eager to reconnect with you and make up for the time lost

and while you were still uncomfortable, the familiar presence of your childhood friend won out the uncertainty as you were glad to have your childhood friend back although you would never admit it back to chengcheng

some things had changed, chengcheng asked you a lot about your ability and knowing that you could talk about it freely, you began talking about what you can see and answering his curious questions

things were fine, some of the wounds in your hear never quite closed, and you know staying with chengcheng will only allow the sparks of love you harbour for him to linger but you didn’t care anyway, too relieved to have your childhood friend back

so fast forwarding a year, things were fine, both of you have settled back into a comfortable dynamic which never quite differed from the past although chengcheng seemed to be a little more attentive to you and your emotions than before which struck at your soft spot for him

and it so suddenly, at a time you never expected

he texted you asking you to come to a meeting room to help him to shift some files, and while you complained and grumbled, you had begrudgingly agreed

but the meeting room was pitch black

“chengcheng?” you had called and the lights flickered on, instead of a place filled with haphazardly stacked files, it was decorated with so much red that you thought your eyes were going mad from the red petals on the floor, red streamers crossing the ceiling

and you were like wHaT iS gOiNg oN??????

“what prank is this?”

and chengcheng nearly broke the face of seriousness to roll his eyes at your apprehensive comment

“do you like it, y/n?” he had gestured to the room

and you surveyed it once again - too much red - too much and all you could offer was a “maybe?”

although you were quick to supply a following statement in case the male got sad, “but a+ for the effort.”

and that made the male chuckle, a low quiet one as long strides were taken to close the distance between you and him

“i thought about it for a very long time, harder than i’ve done before.”

clearly not following where the male was trying to lead to you could only nod dumbly, and chengcheng suddenly lifted his left hand asking, “how is my string doing?”

“uhm? single pringle as ever?” you offered hesitantly only to see the male break into a wide smile as he dug into his pockets, turning his body away as though to shield what he was doing away from you

and you being you, you got a little impatient, “chengcheng, i swear-”

and you were hushed by the male who leaned in to press a finger to your lips before reaching to grab your left hand

a woolly feeling slipped around your pinkie before chengcheng glanced up with a smile, “what about now?”

a red woollen string extending from his left pinkie to loop around yours sat in your gaze before disbelief and denial set in

“chengcheng, if you’re joking right now, i think it is time to stop, and if this is out of pity, it is fine, i am happy being frie-”

“but what if i want more than that?”

you stuttered to a stop, startled by the sincere graze transfixed upon you, suddenly at a loss at what to do

and stupid stupid insecurities floated upon before any semblance of happiness could arise

“aren’t you cruel? what will i do if your string connects to someone else in the future?”

your head dropped fringe falling forward to shield the first wave of tears which slipped past

“it won’t happen.”

“liar, you don’t know, i don’t think i can handle another round of heartbreak, chengcheng,” you sucked in a shaky breath as your chin tucked itself further inwards

“it won’t happen, trust me?” from the edge of your gaze, you saw him extend an open palm towards you, the silly red woollen string sitting awkwardly around his pinkie

“prove it to me then” you felt petty saying that but you needed to prove to yourself that this was not a mere figment of your imagination

and you felt a hand gently tilt your head up, a thumb moving to vrush the stray tears away before your felt the warm sensation of lips ghosting the nose, a tender murmur breathed only for you, “I like you, I like you a lot, y/n. so go out with me?”

it was a leap of faith but for your one fat crush, you did take it anytime

left hand searching for his as he dived into his arms, your answers came in a chant of incoherent ‘yes’s before you looked at your boyfriend, a smile so warm, so soft, and so fond, and that smile was reserved only for you.

“you know, i think the reason why my string is always unattached because you’re the one i’m waiting for, until the day your red string appears, mine will continue to wait for yours.”

a/n: haha so i tried, this turnt out real long, and i think the ending is so cheesy good bye but i had to satisfy my chengcheng feels so hope yall enjoyed it ? and if yall want more, feel free to hmu and i will try my best to write them c’:

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australiancarisi · 5 years

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Peter Stone ~Boyfriend

Imagine dating Peter Stone and the squad finds out... oh and being Rafael’s sister... Words: 3336 Sorry for an Mistakes

The light broke through a small crack in the curtain that somehow managed to shine right on your face. You scrunched your face and rolled over, half rolling on top of the body lying next to you.

“What are you doing....” he mumbled into his pillow

“You didn’t shut the curtain all the way” you mumbled back

“Sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re right I’m not” even though you could see it, you knew he was smirking. He rolled over onto his back before grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. You laid your head into the crook of his neck with your legs either side of his body. You shouldn’t be lying here, you should be nowhere near him. But you couldn’t help it.

“What are you thinking?” Peter asked

Peter Stone. ADA Peter Stone. The SVU ADA. Your ADA.

“You smell nice” you mumbled

“I try...So what’s the plan for today detective?”

“I’ve got family lunch” you groaned

“Ah yes third Sunday of the month, Barba Family Lunch” Peter nodded.

Peter Stone, the ADA who tried to send your older brother (former) ADA Rafael Barba to prison. You really shouldn’t be lying here. You never meant for this to happen. When your brothers trial started and you had met Peter you hated him with a passion. And then when he took over Rafael’s job as your division ADA you almost quit. How dare this man come in here and take everything Rafael has worked so hard for? Just waltz in and get it handed to him.

8 months ago you never thought you’d be lying in his bed... It took about 2 months for you to stop hating him so much, mostly because Liv warned that if you couldn’t work with Peter she’d have to transfer you, Rafael also convinced you that he was fine with Peter taking over his job ‘I quit y/n I wasn’t fired I left on my own terms’ Rafael would remind you. But you were an overprotective little sister. 2 months after Rafael left and Peter had joined the team, you all went out for drinks after a particularly tough case and you and Peter had been the last two left.

“Is it always that hard?” Peter asked sipping on his beer

“No... but when kids are involved it’s always tough” you sighed “2 weeks into being an SVU detective I got my worst case ever”

“Worse than being in the gang unit?” Peter asked. You raised an eye at him “I did some background digging on you, considering you don’t talk to me about anything other than whatever case is happening”

“Yes worse than the gangs. It was 3 kids, 10, 4 and 2. Their dad...” you trailed off not really wanting to go into the details.

“Say no more” Peter held his hand up.

“It’s hard... SVU... but it is also amazing. To be able to help people, to get justice for them... it’s everything I’ve ever wanted” you smiled

“Why did you become a cop?”

“Well as you know there’s a little age gap between me and my brother, 7 years to be exact. And when he went off to Harvard I thought, that’s what I want to do I want to be a lawyer just like my brother... I quickly realised that I wasn’t smart enough to get into law school so I decided to be a cop was the next best thing” you shrugged

“You are smart enough to be a lawyer” Peter whispered “you are easily smart enough”

The two of you talked all night long. You let your guard down and you found yourself and Peter becoming friends. It was not long after when the team were going after a serial rapist that things turned romantic.

“So what’s the plan?” Fin asked as the squad and Peter sat around precinct with pictures of the victims and of the suspect, Daniel Wilder.

“We need to catch him in the act. He’s gotten away with this too many times before. We need concrete evidence that not even the best defence lawyer could get him off” Carisi said

“Isn’t it obvious?” You said rolling your eyes at the blank stares you got back before standing up and standing next to the pictures of the victims. You pointed to each face before pointing to your own. “We know where he hangs around every Friday night, we have a detective who fits his pattern of victims. Let’s get him”

“No” Peter said sternly before anyone could say anything

“What do you mean no? It’s our best chance!”

“It’s too dangerous. He’s unpredictable-“

“It’s not like I’d be going in there alone. Dodds and Nick will be the muscle watching, Rollins and Carisi play the couple in the corner so very well” you smirked at the two “Fin and Liv in the van”

“It’s still too dangerous” Peter held his ground

“So what? We’re just gonna let him get away with this?” You demanded

“We are not using you as bait and that’s final” Peter said. You rolled your eyes and walked away, knowing if you stayed you would say something you’d regret. You went to the small kitchen that was at the precinct and started making yourself a coffee when you felt a presence behind you.

“You are making a mistake” you said to Peter

“No I’m not”

“Yes you are. Can you stop being stubborn for one minuet? We have a chance to get this guy before he strikes again and you aren’t taking it, why?” You argued

“Because it’s too dangerous”

“That’s not a good enough excuse. We are cops. We’ve all been on the street, we’ve done our training, we all knew the risks getting into the business. So ‘it’s too dangerous’ is not gonna cut it”

“I’m not putting you in harms way” Peter said walking towards you “I can’t have you getting hurt I’d never forgive myself if something happened”

“Nothing is going to happen”

“You don’t know that…” Peter closed the gap between the two of you. Silence fell over the room but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Your eyes locked with his. The next thing you knew Peter slowly dipped his head and placed a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and you locked eyes again.

“I-I uh I don’t know why I-“ Peter stuttered. You cut him off with a kiss of your own.

You managed to convince him to go through with the job and you got the rapist before he struck again. After the kiss in the kitchen you and Peter began this little dance. You’d find yourself thinking about the ADA whenever he wasn’t around. You’d catch him looking at you and he’d turn away and blush when he realised you’d caught him. You didn’t want to feel this way about Peter, god no. He was the man who was brought in for your brothers trial. The man who literally tried to send your brother to jail. But you couldn’t stop your feelings and now here you lie, in Peter’s bed, like you do pretty much every Sunday morning. For obvious reason the two of you have kept your relationship a secret. Besides that fact that it would definitely be frowned upon at work and potentially get one of you transferred, all hell would break loose with the drama it would cause with your family.

“You should probably get ready” Peter said wrapping his arms around you with no real intention of letting you go. You groaned snuggling into him more

“I don’t wanna”

“I could always call your brother and let him know you won’t be coming”

“Don’t you even think about it”

“When are we going to tell your family?” Peter asked running his fingers through your hair

“We tell Mami then Raf will find out. If Raf finds out then he will go straight to Liv and then one of us will probably get transferred”

“Is that really that? If it means we can leave our apartments as a couple?”

“I like working with, getting to see you everyday” you smiled as you lightly peppered kisses along Peter’s neck and collar bone “besides secret flirting at work is great. We’re getting pretty good at it”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” Peter said “go to lunch”

“Fine” You huffed getting out of bed and going to the draw of clothes you had started to compile. It scared you a little at how fast you and Peter were moving. When all this started you told yourself to take it slow but everything felt good and you never noticed truly how fast you and Peter were moving until you took a step back and look at everything. In the moment, everything is perfect. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Probably just do some work. Might head into the office. How long do you think lunch will go?”

“Not sure I’ll message you” you smiled pulling your shoes on. Peter got out of bed to walk you to the door.

“Bye” you leaned up and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

The ride over to lunch you were dreading seeing your brother and mother. You really did hate lying to them about Peter. You were surprised they hadn’t figured it out already. Normally the 3 of you could pick up easy when another was lying. Maybe they knew and weren’t saying anything…. that couldn’t be it there was no way, they are Cuban, all they do is talk.

“Nice of you to join us” Rafael says with a smirk as you sit down in your usual seat at your usual table in your family’s favourite cafe.

“I’m 5 minutes late” you rolled your eyes and kisses your mothers cheek.

“You normally always get here before me… have a wild night did we?” Rafael’s smirk seemed to me permanently attached to his face.

“No just a little bit of traffic Rafi geez” you order your food and lunch went the way it normally did. Your mother trying to get every detail about your life. She asked you if you were dating anyone, she asked Rafael about Sonny and you even talked about work a little. At first you tried not to bring up SVU for Rafael but he insisted he was fine.

“…but we got him easily. Stone got the conviction pretty much as soon as he started opening” you shrugged

“How is everything going with Stone?” Rafael asked

“What do you mean?” You frowned

“Sonny just made a comment the other day that the two of you seem to be getting along better” Rafael shrugged. Your eyes flicked over to the door as you saw someone who looked suspicious walk through the door. You frowned slightly “hello… y/n”

“What… oh yeah, well kinda had to get used to him. He’s not going anywhere and I didn’t want to lose my job so had to get used to him” you shrugged not taking your eyes off the man at the counter.

“What are you looking at?” Your mum asked

“That guy he-“

“Everyone get on the ground!” The man yelled pulling out a gun. Screams were heard as people dropped to the floor.

“-looks suspicious” you finished as you laid on the ground next to your mum.

“Nobody move!”

“Do you have your gun?” Rafael whispered

“Oh yeah you know I’m off duty going to have lunch with my brother and my mum of course I have my gun with me- no of course I don’t! I wasn’t expecting to need it” You hissed at him. You slowly moved your hand to your pocket to grab your phone.

“Hey!” The man pointed his gun at you “I said no moving! Show me your hands”

“It’s okay” you said quickly holding your hands up “I don’t have anything” the man moved around the room. you started to slowly get off the ground “Rafi text Sonny”

“What are you doing? Y/n get down” Rafael whispered. As you stood up the man turned to you pointing his gun at you.

“Get on the ground!” He yelled

“I haven’t got anything” you held your hands up “I just wanna talk”

“Why?” He sneered

“Because my name is y/n Barba I’m a detective for the NYPD” you said “but! I don’t have my gun, my cuffs not even my badge” you moved your jacket to show your hips to prove there was no gun. “I just want to talk”

“Why? I could just shoot you right now”

“You’re right you could” you nodded “probably make things easier for you. Although then you would have murdered an NYPD officer and that probably isn’t the best idea”

“Get on the ground”

“I can’t. Not until you tell me why you are doing this? If you let me I can help you” you said trying to stall him.

“I just wanted the money” he said his gun never moving from you

“You could have just left when they didn’t give it to you”

“No! I need something! And if taking hostages means I get it then I will. If I have to kill somebody I will”

“The police will be here soon. You could leave now and get a head start” you said

“Not when an NYPD officer has seen me” he said moving closer and closer to you. Then. He stopped. The sounds of sirens getting closer distracted him. You took your chance, lunging at the man and attempting to take his gun. The two of you wrestled for it until there was a loud bang.

“Y/n!” Rafael yelled getting to his feet. You doubled over in pain as you felt blood deep through your shirt.

“Well this isn’t good” you mumbled as Rafael grabbed a hold of you.

“It’s gonna be a okay, y/n, hang on” Rafael whispered.

Rafael paced around the waiting room. When you had been shot a man not to far from the shooter took his chance to grab the man and get the gun. Luckily police showed up as well and you were taken to hospital. Sonny and Amanda met you at the hospital. Amanda was on her phone while Sonny sat next to your mum trying to console her.

“What is taking so long!” Rafael yelled “why haven’t they told us anything!”

“No news is good news I guess” Amanda said “everyone is on there way”

“Rafi” Sonny held his hand out to Rafael to make him sit. Reluctantly, Rafael sat with Sonny as Fin, Nick and Mike came in.

“Please god don’t take her”

Peter sat in his office, trying to focus on the files in front of him. But every two minuets he was checking his phone, waiting for your text to tell him lunch was over.

“Knock knock” Liv said opening the office door

“Hey Liv” Peter greeted

“Here’s those files” Liv smiled handing the papers to Peter.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to they could have waited until tomorrow” Peter said

“It’s okay. Noah is at a sleepover anyway I wasn’t doing anything” Liv shrugged “anyway what are you doing working on a Sunday don’t-“ she was cut off by her phone ringing “Carisi what’s up?” Peter watched at her face fell “I’ll be right there”

“What’s wrong?” Peter frowned

“Y/n has been shot” Peter felt the colour drain from his face.

Shot… No… that couldn’t be… she was just having lunch… he thought to himself

“What hospital?” He said although it was barely audible

“St Vincent’s” Liv said. Peter jumped from his seat and practically ran out of his office, Liv in tow. The entire drive to the hospital Peter prayed. He wasn’t religious at all, but he needed something in this moment. Something to hold onto because the thought of losing you was too much. Liv pulled up to the hospital, Peter barely let the car stop before jumping out and running into the building.

She’s gonna be okay… she’s gonna be okay… he told himself like a mantra. She has to be okay….

Liv pushed the door open to the waiting room that revealed the squad.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” Peter asked scanning the room for Rafael. “Where’s her mum? Barba?”

“The doctor just came and got them” Amanda pointed to the room they were standing in front of. There you laid, hooked up to wires and machines. You looked so pale. It physically hurt Peter to see you like this. Rafael and your mum sat by your side.

“H-h-how… uh… how is s-s-she?” Peter asked his eyes not leaving you. He could see your eyes slowly moving to open.

“She’s gonna be okay. Bullet missed all the vital organs. She lost a lot of blood but she’ll make a fully recovery” Sonny said. Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he saw your eyes open. He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips.

“Thanks god” Peter sighed, rubbing his hands over his face to stop him from letting the tears he felt in his eyes from spilling over. Suddenly Rafael looked out the window, his eyes right on Peter. Rafael stood from his chair and came out to the squad.

“She’s asking for you” He glared straight at Peter.

“Oh Mija” you heard your mother cry. Your body ached as you slowly opened your eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the overly bright room.

“Y/n” Rafael whispered taking your hand squeezing it slightly. It came back to you. That you were in hospital, that you had been shot. You looked from your brother to your mother but it was the figure at the window that had your attention.

Peter

“What was that Mija?” Your mum asked

“Peter” you should louder not taking your eyes off him” I want Peter” Rafael followed your eyes to the ADA. He frowned, slowly standing up and going to the door.

“She’s asking for you” Rafael said. Peter quickly ran through the door and was by your side. Not caring about who saw.

“Y/n” Peter whispered grabbing your hand and placing his forehead on yours

“Hi” you smiled weakly up at him “I got shot”

“Yeah I can see that” Peter chuckled

“I didn’t mean to I promise”

“I’m glad…” silence fell over the room for a couple of moments. Rafael coughed to break it.

“Rafi…. Mami… this is Peter Stone… my boyfriend” you smiled. Never had you said that out loud before. Boyfriend. It sounded good.

“Your what?” Rafael asked

“My boyfriend” you repeated

“Oh Mija” your mum cried with happiness before hugging you.

“So you are dating the ADA that took my job?” Rafael asked crossing his arms

“You are dating my partner” you threw back at him “besides you said you were fine with him taking your job”

“Yeah taking my job not dating my little sister” Rafael said

“Rafael” your mother warned him

“You hurt her and you will wish you had put me in prison” Rafael glared at Peter, moving towards him. At this point the rest of the squad had come into the room. Sonny was by Rafael’s side pulling him back by his arm.

“I don’t plan on it” Peter stood his ground, not afraid of your Rafael

“Okay cool now that we have all the marcho crap out the way” you rolled your eyes, you pulled on Peter’s hand, the one that you hadn’t let go of since he had walked in the room, and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you” Peter whispered

“I love you more” you smiled back at him. You looked over Rafael “Rafi please, I’m happy. He makes me as happy as Sonny makes you” Rafael stared at you for a moment.

“…Fine. But watch your back Stone. I wasn’t threatening you, I was making a promise”

“Noted” Peter nodded before kissing you again.

#law and order svu #law and order imagine #law and order svu fanfic #law and order imagines #law and order svu imagine #law and order svu imagines #law and order fanfic #peter stone fanfic #peter stone imagine #peter stone imagines #peter stone x reader

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florbexter · 5 years

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Gunai 🐷and/or Tincan💃

TinCan Ficlet

“Attention! This is not a drill! This is the worst! Abort mission!”

Can burst into the apartment as if he was hunted by someone for sport. Tin didn’t look up because Can burst into his apartment several times a week since their agreement and mostly it was related to food, his sister or football.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? This is the worst, this is…. wait… are you wearing sweatpants?”

Tin didn’t look down at himself because he knew that he wore his most comfortable sweatpants. He threw Can a look and rolled his eyes.

“… are you even allowed to wear sweatpants?”

“You’re an idiot again.”

“I thought rich people have a different dress code?” Can stared at Tin’s grey pants as if they were a hallucination. “Wait… are those expensive sweatpants? They are, right?”

“Your emergency can’t be that urgent when you have time to be distracted by my pants.”

“You never wear sweatpants… Oh! Yes!” Can threw his backpack and his sport jacket on the floor and jumped next to Tin on the couch.

“We have a big problem.” And like the little child he was, he held his hands apart to indicate how big the problem was. He looked dishevelled Tin noticed. His cheeks were red, there was sweat on his neck and his ridiculous fringes were in disarray. A standard look for Can most of the time but the panic in his eyes was new. Whatever it was Can wouldn’t be reassured with a couple of words and the promise of free food, so Tin put his laptop on the table and said goodbye to his plan to watch a movie. Which, maybe, he should mention, he was sure Can had a weird idea about the rich and them watching movies, too.

Can made a dramatic pause and put one hand on Tin’s shoulder. Tin suppressed the urge to twitch. Can’s hand felt strangely warm.

“My mum knows about us.”

“What do you mean?”

“That she knows about us.”

“What us?”

“Us… us.”

“There is no us.”

Can threw his hands up. “The us as in you and me are in a relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

“Do you want me to kill you?” Instead, Can took one of the throw pillows and smacked Tin with it. Tin didn’t know he owned throw pillows, but Can had made him order stuff online, which meant he also had carpets now which had been described as ‘fluffy’. Apparently, that was the aesthetic Can tried to implement.

“I meant that we pretend to be boyfriends to annoy your asshole brother!”

“She knows we’re pretending?”

“No. She thinks we’re real.”

Tin frowned. “Why would you tell her we’re in a real relationship?”

“She tricked me!” Can pouted and let himself fall back. The couch jostled noticeably. He brushed a strand of hair out of his face and looked like a disgruntled puppy.

“Was there food involved?” He was hit with the pillow again.

“Why would you say that all the time? I don’t think about food every second of every day.” Tin laughed and used the pillow to lean more comfortably into the couch. “How did she tricked you?”

“She asked for my phone and I forgot that I had our picture from the last charity event as the background.”

Tin remembered that evening. Every detail of it.

“Why would you use a picture of us as a background?”

Can threw him a look he had learned from Tin. “Today you’re the one asking the stupid questions. It’s called being authentic.”

Tin nodded. Can placed great importance on them being authentic. Tin may have been the one who had approached Can and asked him to be his fake-boyfriend for two months but since then Tin wasn’t the one who held the reins. If anything he was the one who should finally ask if playing boyfriends for half a year was really the right thing to do. But then he would miss the things Can deemed important for their authenticity.

Like making out in a secluded corner of a mansion where a charity event was held with the excuse that Tin’s brother could see them. There were a lot of what-ifs, maybe’s and could’s in Can’s plans.

“You could have told her, that we’re just faking it.”

Can rolled his eyes and Tin frowned. “She would have killed me. Or worse, she would have dragged me to your brother so I could apologize for lying to him.”

Tin made a sound and he had no idea what he wanted to say with it. Maybe just that he heard everything Can had said and found it confusing. Can looked at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

But what he wanted to say was: “Maybe you didn’t tell your mum the truth because it’s no longer the truth. If it would be the truth we would talk about this being fake more than kissing as often as possible.”

Should you know about your fake-boyfriend that he would lift his chin slightly when he wanted to be kissed? That, when you caress the soft skin behind his ear he would shiver and dig his fingers into your shoulders ready to almost climb you? That he had the habit to just breathe against your mouth for a few moments after you stop kissing him as if he wanted to catch the warmth of your lips?

Tin blinked and noticed that he stared at Can’s mouth. He quickly looked up and everything in him went still when he saw Can’s dilated pupils. Had they been thinking about the same thing? Tin licked his dry lips and swallowed.

“I could,” he started and had to clear his throat. “I could meet your mum and then you could tell her we broke–” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Can had climbed on his lap in one smooth motion and kissed him. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss to test the waters. He held Tin’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply. For a moment Tin’s only response was to hold onto the couch out of surprise.

“You and this damn sweatpants,” Can mumbled and Tin’s brain started to function again. He sat up and laid his arms around Can to hold him closer. He opened his mouth for Can’s explorations and groaned. Kissing Can was always exhilarating. He felt more alive, as if Can’s lips were the trigger to awaken his nerves.

“What about your mum?”, he asked between kisses and put his hands under Can’s t-shirt. He was hot to touch and Tin wanted to feel every inch of him.

“Don’t talk about my mum now.”

“So no fake relationship?” He felt pressure behind Can’s hands on his shoulders and let himself slowly pushed down on the couch.

“Real,” Can said and nipped at Tin’s jawline, “real relationship.”

Tin wanted to say ‘yes’ or ‘alright’ or ‘I agree’ but he had priorities so he got Can’s lip back to where they belonged. Against his own.

#love by chance #lbc ficlet #tincan ficlet #florbexter writes #prompt extravaganza #prompt ficlet #au - fake dating

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lonely-bored-writer · 5 years

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Winchesters meet the Phantoms Ch. 15

"SCHOOLS OUT WE DON'T CARE" Danny laughed from behind his phone, recording his two friends as they sang rather loudly. He was definitely keeping this one. "NA NANA NA NANA NA"

"Okay boys." Sam spoke once all their laughter died down as they walked down the sidewalk leaving the school behind them. She threw her arms over "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to the malls and get a new clothes for this summer."

"But Sammmmmm" Tucker whined, placing his PDA into his pockets.

"We're broke." Danny finished, wrapping his arm around Sam's torso while Tuck did the same. "No all of us can change up our wardrobes whenever we feel." Sam flashed her two friends a grin.

"My mum gave me her credit card and told me to go ham." Sam laughed when Danny and Tuck each raised a hand and whooped.

"We're not throwing away our shot." Tuck spoke, earning a groan from his two friends causing him to smirk. "Hey, we only just watched Hamilton on Broadway okay"

"Last summer Tuck."

"The mall is less pack than I expected." Sam mused, leading the way to the first shop on their stop. Hot topic. The people were the normal crowd, no more crowded with schooling being officially out and graduation in just a two weeks. Not that any of them are complaining.

"Okay, so how are you guys going to completely change my style this time?" Danny asked, smiling politely at the worker that greeted them in the store.

"I'm thinking more skinny jeans." Sam mused, looking over to Tucker while Danny sighed behind the two.

"Oh, you told me to remind you to get him more over-sized tops." Tuck jumped in, smirking at Danny's groan. "And shorts... I think you wanted to try him out in crop tops too."

"Guys, I'm already the shortest. The large clothes will only dwarf me." Danny whined, following his friends as they piled things together. "Guysssss"

"You don't oppose of the crop tops?" Sam asked, holding up a tied dyed supernatural crop top. "I think Dean and Sam would love this." Sam laughed.

"Whatever you do to me, we're doing to Tucker." Danny bargained.

"Deal." Sam nodded, turning back to the wracks of clothing. Danny grinned and cheered while Tucker groaned. Danny's grin widened when he heard the worker nearby laughed at their antics.

"I don't a choose in this!" Tucker cried, seeing Sam hold a pair of army booty shorts and crop top before him.

"Nope." Sam Chimed, tossing them onto the pile. Sometimes being the one in charge of paying for everything had it's perks, and guess what? She's not throwing away her shot.

"We got a lot." Danny mused, looking over at the large bags resting beside and under the table the trio sat in. The bags ranged from H&M, Forever 21, Spencer's, Hot Topic, Pink, etc. To Danny it felt like they just drained Pamela Manson's bank account but he was pretty certain they barely made a dent. Though, Pamela will probably be pissed that Sam spent money on her 'boyfriend'.

"And now we have food." Tucker grinned looking over the food. There was churro mania, Cajun Cafe, and burger king. He rubbed his hand ready to dig in when...

"There's an... angel?" Danny's words broke Tucker from his food stare, turning to see who it was Danny was talking about. Sitting only a few table away from them was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, eating a burger king whooper.

"He's not hurting anyone, it's fine."Tucker bit into his sandwich and groaned when his best friend stood walking over to said angel. Tucker looked over to Sam, who shrugged.

"We give him ten minutes, if he's not we go over?" She offered, stealing a fry from him. Tucker nodded, that could work for him besides who would want to waste all this delicious food?

"What are you doing here?" Danny asked the moment he took a seat across the man who looked up with a raised eyebrow. Okay, so maybe Danny could have ignored the angel and enjoyed his day with his friends... but this angel was weird. After Gabriel, that's saying something.

"Enjoying a whooper." The angel responded, glancing around the mall. "That a problem kid?" Danny watched the wings stretch behind the man. he was trying to intimidate him.

"Angels aren't very common here." Instantly the man's eyes narrowed. "I'm also curious about your wings. Why... hot pink and sparkly?"A look crossed the man's face before he leaned back with a smirk.

"So, your the kid everyone's been talking about." The man smirked, his wings flaring out before resting back against his back. "I'm Lucifer."

"... That doesn't answer my question." Danny deadpanned, only earning a raised brow from the older being.

"I tell you I'm Satan and you're more curious about my wings?"

"Eh, I met the king of hell the other day." Danny shrugged. "I'm even leaving with a hell-hound. Hell, I met your brother Gabriel Monday. Whose Next? Micheal? Raphael? Uriel?"

"To have Gabriel paying you visit,must mean you really are special." Lucifer glanced over Danny's shoulder, before looking back at the teen. "A thing like you with human friends? That's quite odd."

"Says the fallen angel." Danny glared, eyes flashing green.

"You're giving me chills." Lucifer smirked, taking another bite from his sandwich.

"You're different than I expected." Danny mused, watching the archangel. "You seem to human for the devil, or an angel... But then again there is Gabriel." Lucifer smirked.

"You're odd for not running away when you found out you were talking to Lucifer himself."

"Eh, I've dealt with scarier things." Danny challenged, leaning back.

"Oh now, let's share stories and braid each other's hair." Lucifer grinned leaning forward.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't all that comfortable finding out you have Satan's number." Tucker grumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the fallen angel as the trio left.

"I'm just sad I didn't get to talk to him." Sam sighed, shifting the bags on her arms. "I have so many questions."

"You could always call him." Danny responded, not surprised his friends had completely opposite reactions to this. "His number is purely sixes."

"Living up to the stereotype, nice." Sam laughed, her eyes landed on the phone screen held out to her. Aside from the number, the contact name caught her eyes."Pink wings?" Tucker popped his head from behind Sam's shoulder and laughed.

"You guys won't believe this, but his wings are hot pink and they even sparkle." This pulled a laugh from all the teens as they slowly nearing Sam's house for a movie night.

"Satan just keeps getting better and better." Sam grinned, flashing the elderly couple who walked by with an innocent smile and they glared at the trio. "We should invite all the people you've met to my place."

"Can you imagine the hell that would go down?" Tucker groaned at the thought. "Wait... does that mean you'll meet God!?"

"Lord who knows." Danny sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of claws against the concrete. "Hey Juliet, I'm going to assume you were with Crowley." Danny greeted the dog causing Sam and Tucker to glance around a bit.

"I really wish I could see her" Sam sighed, the only inclination the hell-hound was there was a soft huff beside Danny.

"I'm happy not seeing a hell-hound thank you very much." Tucker's words caused his other friends to laugh. "What! Normally when you see one you're going to die!"

#Danny meets luci #Lucifer has pink wings #you can't change my mind #Lucifer spn #spn fanfic #SPN #Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #superphantom #phandom #superphantom au #danny fenton #danny meets Dean and Sam #winchesters meet the phantoms

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originalworks25 · 5 years

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Kinktober 2019 day 7 - drunk

You sat in the back of the taxi heading home giggling to yourself as you tried to dial your boyfriends number. You had spent the night out with his mum drinking and you were now completely wasted barely able to see straight.

“On your way home babygirl?” He asked as you giggled enjoying his voice

“Yess daddy I'm in the taxi now” You slurred out smiling dopily

“I do believe your wasted babygirl” He said chuckling as you hummed in agreement

“Your mummy wanted to see how many shots it would take me before I got sick” You said proudly

“Oh God” He groaned out rubbing his forehead “How many?”

“I got to about 20 and I wasn’t even sick” You said smugly as he groaned again

“Babygirl how much have you drank tonight?” He asked shaking his head

“There was a lot of double vodkas, maybe even a couple triples at time with a few more shots thrown in” You said your mind blurring over the past 5 hours of dancing and drinking

“Can you even walk?” He asked as you snorted chuckling

“Not at all” You said shaking your head

“Are you nearly home?” He asked as you nodded

“Yep just pulling onto the street now” You said pointing to your house for the driver to pull up as your boyfriend stepped out the house making his way to the taxi.

“Hey princess” Hey said as he opened the door putting his hand out, you took his hand as he helped you out wrapping his arm round your waist “You left anything in the taxi?”

“Nope daddy” You said shaking your head as you perfectly curled hair bounced

“Let's get in the house then” He sighed as you leaned heavily on him stumbling your way to the house in your platform red wedges you had opted to wear “Did you and my mum have a good time making fun of me?”

“Oh yeah, I like your mummy she's always so sweet” You said as you stepped into the house

“That’s because she likes to ply you with alcohol” He mumbled as he shut the door behind him while you stumbled on into the bedroom following closely at your back

“We also ran into your ex” Your said with a smirk as you turned to look at him, he looked shocked enjoying this view you wobbled back over pushing him back against the door

“What happened?” He asked looking you over thankful that you didn’t get into a fight with her

“I think I scared her” You said with a massive grin on your face, you were wearing a black lace skater dress with black thigh highs that had red bows at the top with your red heels, red lipstick and a large red and black roses flower crown. You might not look like much but he knew you were not someone to fuck about with.

“That doesn’t surprise me princess, what happened though?” He asked as you pressed against him wrapping your arms around his neck

“She said some stuff and I shut her down before she said anything else, I was mean and I threatened her” You said with a chuckle “She walked away looking terrified”

“Least you never got into a fight babygirl” He said watching you, he enjoyed when you got drunk because it always made you a little more dominant in the bedroom

“Nope I was good” You said giggling as he raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly how you had threatened her wasn’t his idea of you behaving but at least you didn’t fight her that was a plus “But I don’t want to be good now daddy”

“Is that so?” He asked smiling at you as he grabbed your ass pressing you against his erection as you moaned before trying to push apart, he let his arms fall and let you take a step back

“I’m in charge tonight?” You said trying to look stern as he tried to hold back a smile nodding

“Ok then babygirl, I’m all yours”

“On the bed” You said pointing as he walked over to the bed and lay down on it you followed closely behind while you pulled the zip down at the side and let the dress fall from your body, stepping over it you carried on to the bed. Liam watched you make your way over to the bed with your dress gone wearing your red underwear, you climbed on and straddled him “A few ground rules too you will not be allowed to touch me, hands off at all times”

“Deal princess” He said knowing it would be hard to not touch you but he’d let you have control for tonight at least. Smiling you bent down and started kissing him slowly driving him crazy knowing he hated it, running your nails down his chest under his top leaving light scratch marks as they went. You trailed sloppy kisses and hickeys down his neck hearing him moan, making you smile excitedly feeling powerful. You sat up and pulled at Liams top till he smiled sitting up and pulled his top off as your eyes glanced down his chest biting your lip, you always found Liam sexy. He kissed your nose before lying back down as you frowned at him twitching your nose, he just held his hands up shrugging with a smirk on his face. You kiss down his chest biting at times to hear his breath hitch and moans to follow, while your mouth was busy on his chest your hands made quick work of his undoing his jeans buttons. You slipped your hands in his boxers and started stroking his erection making him jump, as he swore throwing his head back enjoying the feel of your hands teasing him. You sucked on the skin just above his waistband leaving marks along the way, sitting up you pulled his jeans and boxers off leaving him completely naked. He watched as your eyes ran over his erection before you reached out excitedly running your fingers down his length gliding over his balls. Digging his fingers into the bed to stop from just grabbing you and pushing you into the bed to take you like he wanted to, but he promised to let you have tonight. You wrapped your hand round his tip and started moving up and down which made Liam moan as he watched your face enjoying the effect you were causing him. You continued on wanking him as you bent down and started kissing along the length below your hand. Then you kissed the tip licking it as some liquid spilled out, before moving your hand as you slowly wrapped your mouth round him. Your tongue ran along his length as you started off slowly taking him all in and then pulling out, enjoying the noises that were spilling from his mouth giving you the courage to continue. You picked up a bit of speed as your hand started playing with his balls, his hands where twitching to grab at you, you could see it as he watched you. You soon drew him out your mouth with a resounding pop before kissing the tip one last time, you pulled off your pants before straddling above his erection holding it to your entrance before you lowered yourself onto him taking him all in. You started slowly trying to catch your rhythm as you ran your nails down his chest again, throwing your head back enjoying the feel of him inside you being in control. He watched you as you went his eyes skimming from your face in pure ecstasy and the moans that were coming from you, down your chest to your boobs which were still covered by your bra, down your stomach to were you both were connected sliding on his erection. You had caught him staring at your chest before realising you were still wearing your bra before you slipped it off, you raised your hands to grab at your tits. His moans were urging you on as you picked up the speed, you could see his hands twitching to reach out and touch you grab at you.

“Does daddy want to grab my tits?” You asked biting your bottom lip looking at him innocently as he growled at you while you just rubbed your thumb over your nipples

“Yes” He groaned out as you smirked at him wickedly

“Then daddys going to need to beg” You said as you lowered your hands to his chest leaning over him

“Princess let me touch you please?” He begged as he watched your tits bounce just above his chest

“I don’t know yet” You said biting your bottom lip

“Please princess” He begged before stretching up to catch your lips in a kiss

“Ok daddy” You said breathlessly as his hands ran up your stomach and grabbed at your breasts squeezing them making you moan loudly, before they travelled down to your ass

“Faster princess” He moaned as he grabbed at your ass helping you pick up the pace as he started thrusting into you, you felt the pressure building and with him slamming into you, you finally broke down. You literally rode out your high as he came soon after gripping his fingers into your ass sure to leave bruises. You collapsed onto the bed beside him curled into his side, panting as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Babygirl maybe you should get ready for bed” He said chuckling as you still had on your shoes, thigh highs, and flower crown as you looked at him through sleepy eyes “I’ll put you to bed babygirl, go to sleep” with that he kissed your nose before your eyes closed for the night.

#kinktober #2019 #day #7 #drunk #original #works #content

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tintedglasses · 5 years

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some velvet morning! I'm so obsessed with that fic

(from this) that is the very first fic i ever posted and also my longest fic! i was really intimidated when i first found out who i was assigned to for the Tomlinshaw Exchange but luckily the prompts were right up my alley i’ve done some digging and i found two deleted scenes for you, so i’m going to include them both!:

1. Louis goes back to work

Louis’ boss calls him that Thursday, reminding him that he’s scheduled to work Friday night. While part of Louis has enjoyed sitting around at home all week, he can’t deny that he’s looked forward to getting back into the swing of things and being productive.

After all, the more time he sits by himself, the more he thinks about Nick and he resolutely does not want to do that. Because the problem with thinking about Nick is that he can’t just remember the bad times, how alone he felt towards the end, that crushing realization that it wasn’t going to work out the way Louis wanted. He does think about those times, of course. Thinks about them a lot, actually.

But thinking about Nick means thinking about the good times, too. The late-night trips to the fish and chip shop down the street from Louis’s shitty student flat after Nick’s show, laughter bouncing off the buildings around them. The afternoons spent watching soaps on the telly when Louis didn’t have class, mixing corn pops and frosted flakes. Kissing in the morning, Nick’s eyes still half-shut, before leaving for class.

It hurts.

He didn’t really know that he’d been harboring all of these feelings for Nick still, only letting himself tap into them while writing before locking them up tight again. But now they are undeniably, unbearably there, right under his skin.

He doesn’t know why they haven’t gone away, why he can’t make them go away, because it’s stupid, really. It’s been years since they were together and Louis was so, so convinced that it was for the best. That they’d both moved on.

Now, he’s not so sure. He doesn’t know about Nick, despite what Niall and Lottie try to convince him, but he knows there’s still something there on his end. He just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do about it.

All in all, it’s driving him fucking crazy. Barely three days ago, he was suggesting that they get divorced and now he’s entertaining thoughts of them getting back together? Must have lost the fucking plot.

So, yes, he’s in dire need of a distraction.

Niall’s not too happy about him going back to work when Louis tells him later that night, insisting that it’s too soon. You just had a brain injury only a week ago, Louis, just tell Simon you need more time. Fuck that. His head doesn’t even really hurt anymore, aside from the brief headache he gets every morning, and his ribs only ache if he moves a certain way.

So, it’s fine. He’ll go back to work and he’ll do his bloody job and he’ll be fine.

——

He’s only been at work for an hour, but it’s becoming increasingly apparent that he is not fine.

He’s trying, he is. He pulling pints and flirting for tips and making sure the glasses are stocked at all times, but it feels like the actions are pure rote at this point. There’s a steady thrum of panic, electric beneath his skin, that’s getting harder to ignore. Instead of settling in, he only gets more and more jumpy, his shaking hands clumsily spilling vodka on the bartop while he tries to pour shots.

It comes to a head halfway through his shift, as he’s weaving through the crowd, strobes lights bouncing off of the tray of shots in his hand, tequila this time. Someone behind him presses at one of his ribs, just a guiding hand as they move past him, but he nearly jumps out of his skin. It didn’t even hurt, really. Rather, it’s the jolt of fear that shoots from the base of his neck down his spine that makes him drop the tray.

It feels like his world shrinks exponentially in the moment between when the tray leaves his hand to when it hits the ground, the air sucked out of his lungs.

He jumps at the noise of the glass shattering on the ground even though he knew it was coming. His memory flicks back for a moment to Nick’s kitchen, a shattered mug lying at his feet.

But he’s not in Nick’s kitchen. He’s broken out of the memory by a yelp. He looks to his left and sees a girl in sandal type heels, pulling her hand away from her foot. The strobe lights flash and Louis sees blood. Fuck.

He notices the blood at the same time as her boyfriend does, who is in his face not a second later.

“What the fuck is your problem, mate?” the man snarls. His breath smells like whiskey and coke. “My girlfriend just fucking sliced her foot open, you clumsy shit.”

Louis can feel himself trembling, his head pounding. “I’m sorry–I didn’t mean.”

The man’s girlfriend is trying to pull her boyfriend away, blood from her hand smearing on his light blue shirt. “Michael, I need to go wash my foot.”

“No, I’m not done with him yet,” the guys says, pushing her hand off to get closer to Louis. “Where’s your manager, huh? I’ll have you fucking fired for this.”

Louis’s face is hot and he can feel the tears welling in his eyes. Some far off part of his thinks it’s stupid because this is just some douchey guy, but most of him is fucking terrified. People around them have stopped dancing, openly staring at them, but none of them are helping. And he’s not in the alley, but he feels cornered all the same.

“I swear, I didn’t mean–” his throat feels sticky and he has to clear it before continuing. “I can–I’ll go get someone.”

He starts backing up before he runs into someone, who grips his shoulders. He bats at their hands, scrambling.

“Hey, Louis, whoa,” Ben, one of the bodyguards says, releasing Louis’s shoulders instantly. He takes in Louis’s face, his brow furrowing. “What’s going on? Did something happen, Lou?”

The boyfriend–Michael?–cuts in, “Yeah, he dropped a fucking tray and my girlfriend cut her foot on the glass.”

Ben sees the blood on the girl’s foot and the floor, and curses. “Shit. Okay, here’s let’s take her to the staff room, we’ve got a first aid kit back there.”

He starts to usher them off, the boyfriend seemingly forgetting about Louis and focusing on helping his girlfriend hobble off the dancefloor. Ben looks back for a moment, addressing Louis, who’s frozen in his place, heart rabbiting. “Lou, why don’t you go to Simon’s office, okay? I’ll get Niall to clean this up for you.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want Niall to even see this, let alone have to clean it up. Besides, Louis knows that he should be the one picking it up, knows that it’s the person who made the mess’s responsibility to clean it.

However, he’s fairly sure he’s about 30 seconds away from a meltdown, so he has no other choice than to push his way through the crowd until he gets back to bar, ducking through the side door that leads to Simon’s office.

Thankfully, it’s empty. Louis slides his way down the wall, tucking his head between his knees. His body is sore from the rush of adrenaline and the lack of air getting through his lungs. He can’t turn the memories off, the men from the attack blending with the man from today until his palms are sweaty.

The door opens and Louis’s head shoots up.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Niall says quietly, closing the door behind him.

Louis tears bubble up at the sight of him. He clears his throat, willing them back down. “Aren’t you supposed to be picking up?” Louis chokes out.

“I made Deo do it,” Niall admits. He comes over and crouches opposite Louis. “Besides, I needed to see how my best mate was doing.”

Louis tears to run over at that and Niall doesn’t hesitate before scooping him into a hug.

“You’re scaring me, mate,” Niall murmurs quietly. “What happened? Ben said some twat got mad cos you dropped some shots?”

Louis nods into Niall’s neck.

Niall pulls back to look at Louis’s face. “Why the tears then, hey? Usually you just tell them to fuck off.”

Louis chuckles, a bit snotty, at that. “I don’t know…I just, I thought he was gonna…”

Niall’s face falls a little, “Oh. Well, that’s understandable. It’s only been a week. No one’s expecting you to be over it yet.”

Louis had, and he knew Simon had, too. Fuck, Simon’s going to be pissed that he broke all those glasses.

He looks down at his hands, “Is the girl okay?”

“What girl?” Niall asks, confusion clear in tone. He must not have seen her.

“The guy’s girlfriend cut her foot. That’s why he was so mad,” Louis says, a stab of guilt stinging in his gut.

“Oh, I didn’t see her. She’s probably fine. Happens every week you know that,” Niall shrugs.

Louis can’t deny that, having seen countless girls cut their feet on broken beer bottles and the like. He’s just never been the cause of it.

“It’s fine, Lou, really,” Niall claps him on the shoulder. “Listen, why do I go talk to Simon and talk about getting you out of here, okay? It’s a slow Friday so we can hold down the fort without ya. Besides, Simon shouldn’t have even asked you to work anyways.”

Louis wants to argue that, because he should have been fine. There’s no real reason for him to be freaked out–he didn’t even get attacked in the bar. But being on edge all night has him feeling drained and he knows he’s probably going to be useless for the rest of his shift anyways, trembling too hard still.

“Yeah, fine,” he mutters.

“Good lad,” Niall says, and it should be patronizing, but it’s Niall, so it isn’t. “Just wait here, I’ll go talk to him.”

Louis focuses on breathing until Niall comes back, probably ten minutes later.

“You’re all set to go,” Niall says. Louis isn’t too shocked that Simon’s letting him go; he can be surprisingly empathetic at times. “Listen, I have to get back out there, but I want you to text me when you get home, okay?”

“Yes, mum,” Louis says, huffing out a laugh.

“Good,” Niall says before ducking back out the door.

Louis stops in the staff room to grab his stuff, the girl and her boyfriend luckily long gone. Once he has everything, he heads back to the front and out into the muggy night air.

2. Nick calls Louis after a nightmare

Louis wakes up to his phone ringing. He knows it’s late because he got back from his shift at 1am, and it’s still dark out. He squints at the screen. It’s 3am and it’s Nick. Shit.

“Hello?” he answers quickly.

“I just need you to tell me you’re okay,” Nick says, a panicked tinge to his voice.

“What?” Louis asks, unsure what Nick means.

“I had a dream and I woke up alone and I need you to tell me that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Nick,” Louis says. “I’m okay. Just breathe, alright?”

Nick takes a few deep breaths. “Sorry, I just–I didn’t mean to bother you. This is stupid.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Louis says. He sits up against his headrest. “We can talk about it. If you want, that is.”

“No, it’s late and you should be–”

“Nick, it’s fine. I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.” Louis winces thinking about the wake-up call Nick is going to get in a mere two hours though. “You can tell me what it was about if it’ll help you get back to sleep.”

“It was…,” Nick trails off, hesitant. “It was a phone call from the hospital.”

Louis stomach drops faintly. “What did they say?”

“It was the same phone call as before. That they found you and they couldn’t tell me anything except which hospital you were going to.”

“Oh, Nick. I’m so sorry.”

“I was just so worried because I didn’t know what had happened or if you were going to be okay.” Louis doesn’t know if Nick is talking about the dream or real life now, but Nick’s voice cracks at the end and Louis’s heart cracks along with it.

“I’m okay. I swear,” Louis says, trying as hard as he can to be comforting. He hates that he hurt Nick like this, even if it isn’t his fault.

“I know. Just…the whole way to the hospital, all I could think about was that if you were okay, I was going to try to fix this. That I would make everything okay again.”

“That’s not on you, Nick. I’m the one who fucked up,” Louis says.

“I know and that really hurt,” Nick says, making Louis’s stomach drop that final inch. “But the thought of being without you forever…that hurt so much more than anything. And I need to know if there’s something there for you still. If you could still want this. Because I’m not ready yet, I don’t think, but I really want to be.”

Louis cries, half out of sadness for Nick and half out of relief. He hadn’t let himself fully acknowledge how much he wanted Nick back until now, but the want burns bright in his chest. “I’ve been trying to figure out how not to want you for so long, but it never went away. And I don’t think it’s going to anytime soon. For as long as it takes.”

“Really?” Nick asks, sniffling a bit.

“Yeah, really. I promised forever, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Nick laughs wetly. “I don’t think we need to think about forever right now, though. Maybe just lunch next week? As friends? If that’s okay. I just think I need to go slow.”

“Slow is good, I think.” Louis says, trying to quell the panic about having lunch in public with Nick. The press or anyone else don’t matter. He’s not going to let them.

“Okay, I’ll, um, text you about it, I guess,” Nick says. “I should probably get to bed, though. I have to get up in…fuck, an hour and a half.”

“Get some sleep,” Louis says, yawning reflexively.

“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Lou,” Nick says.

“Goodnight, Nick.”

#theres probably a ton of typos in these #but i don't feel like editing lol #my fic #fic meme #queerlyalex #thank you!!#i loved this fic too

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Conspiracy club (Klance au) part 1

This is a birthday present for @beekeeper-cas who wanted a high school au where Keith is in a conspiracy club and Lance wants to help everyone and constantly needs a nap (I hope I remembered this right ‘cause my garbage phone deleted the text). Enjoy <3

„Lance? Lance? DUDE!“

Something cold touched the back of his neck and he jerked. His head collided painfully with something hard. He groaned and examined the spot of impact. He could have sworn he could already feel a bump.

“ ¿Qué mierda?” he cursed and looked up angrily. His expression softened immediately when his eyes fell on Hunk’s pained face. His best friend was rubbing his jawline.

“Man. You really don’t like it when someone wakes you up…”

“Shit, Hunk. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’ve had worse. I’m a beefy football player, this is nothing.” He flexed and winked at Lance who blushed a little. Hunk was his best friend but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tell how handsome he was. He had had a small crush on him in 10th grade but it had lasted only a couple of weeks and it had never made things weird between them in any way. “So…” Hunk started and sat down next to Lance at the table he had fallen asleep at. “I’m guessing you didn’t get any sleep last night…again…” Lance squirmed in his chair. Hunk wasn’t going to like his answer.

“Nooo…BUT it was totally an emergency, Hunk! The yearbook club had a major setback with the layout so Nyma called me and - “

“Nyma can do that sort of stuff on her own. She knows how busy you always are and yet she calls you over every little thing. You really need to learn how to say no to her, Lance.” Hunk sighed and ruffled up Lance’ hair.

“I know, I know… but I also wanted to help the other guys in the club, not only her… Anyways, we were supposed to be finished by ten but I didn’t get home till after midnight and then suddenly one of my sisters called from college because her boyfriend broke up with her and she got super drunk and cried and stuff. He didn’t deserve her anyways, that motherfucker…”

“Not the point, Lance. You need to sleep and preferably not during class. By the way, you slept through chemistry again in case you haven’t noticed.” Lance looked around and realized they were indeed still in the lab. He groaned.

“Kaltenecker is gonna breathe down my neck for the rest of the year. I might as well just dig my own grave.”

“No self-pity today, we don’t have time for that. Get off your ass, we’re going to the library to study. You have a lot to catch up on.” Lance was already grabbing his bag and hurried after Hunk.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you, big guy?”

“Once or twice… a day.” Hunk chuckled and punched his arm playfully.

A couple of hours later he was rubbing at his eyes aggressively and was downing his fourth coffee. Which was a lot considering that he hated coffee more than anything. The library smelled of old books and wood and the cheap lamps with their dimmed light did not exactly make it easier to stay awake. Hunk yawned for the fifth time in a row and finally closed his chemistry book.

“Alright, I need to crash. Let’s go home.” Lance shook his head in response.

“You go. I want to go over this part again.”

“Lance!” Hunk said with a warning tone in his voice.

“I’m gonna sleep eventually, promise.” Hunk raised his eyebrows.

“Full 8 hours!” Lance added and made a boy scout gesture. Hunk snorted.

“I’m gonna ask your mum at what time you got home so don’t try any shit, McClain.” Hunk pulled a granola bar from his bag, put it in front of Lance and grabbed his books. Lance smiled at him and saluted when he turned around one last time before he left the library. He pushed the granola bar aside with his index finger. He could use it as a reward for later and his brain worked better on an empty stomach anyways. He sighed and flipped through the pages of his book until he found the chapter he was struggling with. He ripped a blank page from his writing pad. Maybe summarizing his own notes again would help him learn this stuff by heart.

Ten minutes later he found himself doodling small fish on the side of the page. He sighed and lay his head on the table. He should have gone home with Hunk. It was late and he was tired and he had to get up early tomorrow to help the prom committee hang those stupid posters before class started. A sudden chill made him shiver. It was getting cold in the library but he also had the feeling someone was looking at him. He turned his face so that his other cheek was now resting on the table. There was no one looking at him but he saw someone roaming between the shelves. The person was trailing the back of the books with their finger as if they were searching for something but weren’t sure what. Lance could only see their hand for a second but he was sure they were wearing black fingerless leather gloves. When they rounded the next shelf Lance could finally see their upper body.

It was a tall boy with black hair. He wore a black shirt and a red leather jacket with broad white stripes on it. He wasn’t looking in Lance’ direction so it was difficult to see his face. Eventually he pulled a rather big book out of one of the shelves and opened it. Lance was sure he would go to one of the tables to read next but instead he lowered himself to the floor right between the shelves and sat down cross-legged, the book in his lap. He was now facing Lance but apparently hadn’t noticed him. Lance breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know if it was because he was tired but the boy looked incredibly beautiful to him and it made Lance’ heart ache a little. His face was the perfect mix of hard lines and softness and his hair was falling into his face in an endearing way. Lance was, however, pretty sure he was hallucinating the boy because there was no way he actually had a mullet. Nope. Not possible.

His hallucination suddenly looked up and met his gaze. Lance froze. His eyes were so big… and they were fixed on him. He gulped, suddenly very aware that his face was lying on the table and he probably looked like a complete idiot. But the other’s face showed no emotion. He just looked at Lance for a moment and then turned his gaze back to the book in his lap. Lance couldn’t help but keep staring at him and he swore he saw the corner of the boy’s mouth curl up in a smile. Even if it was only for a second.

Lance knew his face was probably red by now and he buried his head under his arms on the table. He fell asleep seconds later.

When the annoyed librarian woke him an hour later because they were closing a red leather jacket had been draped over his shoulders.

After Hunk hit him lightly for not even being close to eight hours of sleep the next morning he was finally able to tell someone about the weird encounter.

“I mean I don’t even know who he is so how am I gonna give him back his jacket?” he ended helplessly. Hunk giggled in response. Lance frowned at him.

“How exactly is that funny, Hunk?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just… dude…this is some Cinderella shit right here. Now you have to make every guy you see try on the jacket until you find your one true love… mullet-boy.” Lance kicked his shin under the cafeteria table.

“Bad Hunk, not helping.” Hunk stilled laughed at his own joke.

“Sorry, yeah. Back on track. So, tell me again how pretty he was.” Lance sighed.

“Soooo pretty, Hunk. Ugh. Like… have you ever seen someone so pretty it actually made you thankful humankind was created?”

“I think you might be exaggerating a bit there but okay.”

“Exaggerating? Our Lance? Never!” deadpanned Pidge who just arrived at their table with a full food tray. They sat down next to Hunk and threw the cookie from their tray at Lance. “Here, you disgusting sugar addict.” They took a spoon full of pasta and started chewing. “What are we talking about?”

“Lance met some weird guy in the library last night and is head over heels for him. Unfortunately he doesn’t have any idea who they guy is,” Hunk filled them in while Lance was busy unpacking the cookie and taking a big bite of it. “Our only clue is a jacket his knight in shining armor left.” Pidge nodded.

“Cinderella style.” Hunk beamed at them.

“Exactly!”

“So, Lance. What did he look like?” They asked with one eyebrow raised. Lance knew that the story had woken their interest.

“Black hair, black shirt, fingerless leather gloves, I didn’t pay much attention to his legs but I think black jeans and boots and ummm also… he… well sort of… a mullet,” he mumbled the last words so Pidge might not hear them. They did of course and a stupidly wide grin was plastered on their face.

“Show me the jacket please, dear sir.” Lance grabbed it from the seat next to him and held it up so Pidge could see. He knew they were up to something but knowing Pidge it was better to just go with it.

“Ahhh, well. Mystery solved, I guess.” They said still grinning.

“What? How?”

“I know exactly whose jacket that is.”

“Well? Tell me!”

“Yeah!” Hunk joined in. “Tell us! This is getting really interesting.”

“Keith Kogane. He’s in our year. You don’t have any classes with him though so that explains why you never saw him before. He usually sticks to himself.”

“Kogane…Never heard the name either… How do you know him, Pidge?” They shrugged and swallowed another spoon of pasta before they replied.

“Conspiracy club.”

“Conspi-… what? I didn’t even know we had one!” Lance almost yelled. This was definitely not what he had expected.

“Well, now you know. Every Thursday, 5pm.” Lance and Hunk watched them eat their pasta in silence for a moment. Both too surprised to react. They had been friends with Pidge for years and while they knew about their ‘obsessions’ they had no idea that they were in a club like that. Lance took another bite from his cookie before he slammed his fist on the table and made Hunk jump a bit.

“Hunk, we’re going to the conspiracy club. Today. I wanna meet my Cinderella.”

Author’s notes:

@beekeeper-cas You know how much you mean to me, right? You’re so incredibly important to me and I will be forever thankful that we met and became friends. You’re such a kind, amazing person and I learned so much from you. I’m so glad that we can just hang and talk about stuff all day and when I get home I feel so much better. I wish you all the good things in the world and hope you have a wonderful birthday <3

I’m incredibly sorry if there are any mistakes in this. Unfortunately beekeeper-cas is also my beta and since this is a surprise for her I couldn’t exactly ask her to proof-read it xD If you find any mistakes feel free to tell me.

I don’t know shit about American schools so I’m just making this up as I go with a little help from google.

In case you read my Klance soulmate au and are wondering “Wtf Donna, why don’t you finish one fic before you start a new one?” the answer is that a lot of shit is going on in my life right now (I’m talking existencial level) and I need to work on that right now. Since this is a birthday present for one of my best friends it was more important to me than the other fic. I hope I will be able to upload the next chapter of the soulmate au wihtin the next two weeks. Please bear with me. Read the soulmate au here

As it says in the short intro the idea for this fic comes entirely from beekeeper-cas. She told me she wanted a conspiracy club au where Lance always helps people and studies at night and one night he falls asleep in the library and wakes up with Keith’s jacket on him. I just filled in some details, added some own ideas and well... wrote it xD I hope you like it Mish ^-^

If you want me to tag you when I post the next chapter of this just send me an ask ;)

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area50dununiverse · 7 years

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Jedward teenage years fic

Summary: I couldn’t do one whole fic because I wasn’t happy with anything I wrote so I made one fic out of a few little teenage Jedward moments. I also didn’t make it into jedcest because I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted???

Anyway: Happy/sad/funny. Hope you like it anon!!

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John laid back on his bed, tears streaming down his face and holding his stomach. He couldn’t breathe through the manic laughter and gasped for air, wiping at his wet cheeks. He tried to speak but all that came out was more breathless laughter.

Edward giggled, leaning over his twin and digging his fingers into his ribs. John squealed, his high pitched laugh disappearing as he gasped for air. “Tell me!” Edward demanded through his own laughter. “Or I’ll keep tickling you!” Edward grabbed on to John’s stomach to prove his point.

“Okay! Okay!” John cried in surrender. Edward sat on John’s bed watching John sit himself up, wiping his red face. Edward smirked. John knew he wasn’t going to let the subject drop. Edward could read John like a book and knew he wasn’t telling him something. He pestered him until John finally snapped “it’s a secret” and that’s when Edward had to use force. Tickling.

“Okay-” John puffed, still out of breath. He caught Edward’s eye and smiled and Edward thought he was going to combust with the suspense. “John!” “Okay! I’m getting there!” John laughed holding his hands up in a surrender. “Our 16th Birthday is next week.” John started, a big smile on his face. Edward nodded, trying to hurry John along.

“I know what we’re getting!” John whisper-shouted with a quick glance to the door, looking relieved at finally telling. Edward sat forward, his eyes wide. “Spill-” “It will ruin the surprise Ed!” Edward held his hands up, making grabby movements and John spat “A puppy!” Before Edward attacked.

Edward gasped, his eyes wide. “Really?” He breathed. John nodded with a wide smile. “How’d you know?” Edward could feel the excitement bubbling through his body. “I was asleep on the sofa and mum was on the phone taking about it. She left the room and I woke up and heard everything!” Edward giggled and pounced on his brother, pulling him into a tight hug which John returned. “I’m so happy!” Edward laughed, making John giggle.

A week later and Edward held the puppy to his chest, proud with himself for his acting skills. He pulled off the surprised look perfectly. It had been a tough week, pretending he didn’t know and he was glad it was finally over. John reached out and gently stroked the tiny animal with a smile. “We should be actors.” They shared a knowing smile and turned their attention back to their new pet.

•

Edward looked at the clock for the tenth time and sighed. He had been stuck in double maths for what seemed like forever. “Grimes?” Edward’s head flicked up from his doodles to find everyone watching him. “Do you know the answer?” Mr Bobbett asked, knowing full well that he didn’t. Edward inwardly groaned. “He misses his boyfriend.” Someone mumbled, making a few other people giggle. “Yeah, to busy writing love letters to his own brother!”

There was more laughter and Edward looked back down at the page he was using to draw the batman logo on and sighed. “Enough.” The teacher snapped at the class before walking away from Edward’s desk. Edward continued shading in the dark bits, his pencil pressed on the paper so hard, the lead broke. He rolled his eyes and checked the clock again.

“What’s their problem?” Edward fumed, pacing the floor back and fourth. John watched him from where he was sitting on Edward’s bed. “Why can’t they just..” Edward trailed off, trying to find something that will convey his anger. “-Die?” He settled on, making John laugh.

Edward sat on the bed next to John and huffed. “Wanna hear a joke about a ghost?” John asked with a smirk. “No.” Edward grumbled shooting John a dirty look. “That’s the spirit!” John smiled and Edward wanted to push him off the bed. “Spirit!” John repeated, breaking into full on laughter and as much as Edward didn’t want to, he laughed too. “Shut up John!” He laughed, actually pushing him off the bed. John landed on the floor with a thump, still laughing, his hands grabbing at Edward and pulling him down with him.

Edward screamed and playfully hit him, forgetting what he was even mad about. “Be nice!” John called from under Edward’s body, where he landed on top of him. Edward simply laughed and got off, letting John up. “You love me too much to hurt me.” John sat up and gave a cheeky smile. “I do.” Edward returned, ruffling John’s hair. “I do too.” John smiled, holding out his hand for Edward to help him up.

•

“Where’s Edward?” John asked, popping his head around into the classroom. The teacher swiped his eyes around the room “he left when the bell went.” He told John. John didn’t know who the teacher was, he didn’t have all his classes with Edward which annoyed him. John took a step back and frowned. Edward never failed to meet him at home time or break times. John left to go and search for Edward, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He finally found him ten minuets later, after the school was completely abandoned, everyone else long gone. “Edward?” He called as he entered the last set of toilets he had to check. “John?” Edward’s face poked out of the stall, tearful and red. John rushed over, joining him in the cramped space.

“Why’re you here?” John mumbled, breaking the silence. “Hiding.” Edward said flatly. He looked down at his brother, sitting on top of the toilet lid, shoulders slumped. He realised Edward’s shirt was missing a few buttons and frowned. “What did they do?” Edward’s eyes flicked up and met John’s and John instinctively put his hand on Edward’s shoulder.

“Nothing too bad. Just pushed me around a bit.” Edward took a shaky breath, John instantly kneeling down in front of him, his arm stretched around the back of Edward’s neck. Edward leaned forward and put his head on John’s shoulder, his breath shaky. John could tell he was close to tears. Edward hated confrontation. “They’re jealous Ed.” John soothed. “Because you’re so much better than all of them put together.”

John’s knees were aching and he was slightly grossed out by kneeling in front of the school toilet, but all he could care about was Edward and the fact he was now crying on his shoulder. John rubbed along Edward’s back. He was angry and the worse thing about it was that he knew he couldn’t do anything about. John was hardly tough, he couldn’t fight them and Edward always begged him not to make a scene anyway.

“Let’s go home?” Edward’s voice was broken, small and John felt his heart sink. He got to his feet and opened the stall door before straightening Edward’s shirt out, trying to tidy him up a bit. Edward’s pale skin was blotchy and red, his eyes tired and sore from the tears. John quickly looked away and left the bathroom with Edward.

John protectively linked his arm with Edward’s as they walked home, glancing at him every few steps to make sure he was okay. They didn’t speak until they were home and in the safety of their bedroom. “Do you know how great you are?” John suddenly asked while Edward was idly flicking through his homework. Edward looked up from the page and frowned. “You’re kind, Edward, the kindest person I know-” John told him, getting it off his chest.

The whole way home John was silently fuming, his mind listing all the reasons Edward was picked on, all his qualities that made him a target. “You’re also smart, even though you deny it, you are.” “What’re you talking about John?” Edward put his book down and watched as John paced the floor between their beds. “You’re funny and you care about others, you’re always helping people and you’re good looking.”

Edward scoffed and shook his head. “Shut up, you have to say that, we look the same!” Edward smiled. John sat on Edward’s bed, wondering if Edward saw himself the way John saw him. “I mean it. That’s why they pick on you, you’re everything they’re not and you should be proud of that. Hold your head up high and never change.” Edward gave a sad smile and John could see he was almost crying again. “Thanks.” Edward leaned towards John, wrapping him into a hug. “Can you help me with my science homework? Edward asked, pulling away after a minute, his eyes glazed over. John nodded and took the book from him.

•

Edward smiled to himself as he watched John walk down the garden. He ducked down, trying to stay hidden as John neared the door, straining up to see out of the window. John had stopped to pet the dog, Edward could hear him talking while he made a fuss of their pet. “Come on..” Edward mumbled watching John throw a ball for the dog.

Edward stifled a giggle as John started for the door again. This was Edward’s best idea yet and he couldn’t wait. “Edward?” John called, a few steps away from the half closed door. Edward ducked again and put his hand over his mouth to silence the giggles. A tiny part of him reminded himself that’s he was sixteen and not six, but Edward giggled harder the thought of being so childish.

“There you ar-” John’s sentence was cut short as he walked into the kitchen and the bucket of iced water that Edward had expertly balanced on top of the door fell over him, soaking him through. John gasped, ice cubes scattered around his feet, his white t-shirt now see through and his face one of pure shock.

Edward held his stomach, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes and his laughter overtook him, he couldn’t breathe and Edward thought he was going to pass out. “Edward!” He opened his eyes to see John, shivering and wet, an ice cube stuck to his t-shirt, setting Edward off, laughing even harder.

John approached him, and Edward feared for his life until John broke into a grin, grabbing Edward and pulling him into a tight hug, getting him cold and wet. “Ew!” Edward cried through his laughter, leaning on John for support. “Your face!” He laughed “you’re so wet!”

John laughed with him, pulling back and stripping his wet shirt off. “Just you wait. Revenge.” He warned before walking away, leaving Edward in fits of giggles.

•

John hated family parties. He loved his family, of course, but one of the side effects of being Irish is having a massive family and after speaking to four people he didn’t even know, he had had enough. “Who’s that?” Edward asked from beside him. John followed his stare and frowned. “I think they’re cousins?” John seemed to recall chatting to one of them earlier but couldn’t remember the details.

“Second cousins maybe? Yeah second cousins.” He concluded. Edward had already turned his attention to the plate of food in front of him and wasn’t listening anyway. John huffed and folded his arms. “Why do we have to be here?” He whined “who’s birthday is it?”

“Christening.” Edward corrected, nodding towards the baby that their aunt Mary was holding, a small group of female relatives making a fuss over her. “Is there cake?” Edward nodded and John felt a little spike of hope run through him. There had better be a cake, he thought.

“Is there cake?” John asked as their mum approached a while later. “Yes John.” She sighed. John could feel Edward laughing from where they were pressed together in their shared armchair. John sighed again. “You could look a little happier!” John gave a fake, over the top smile to his mum, “Better?”

“Don’t be cheeky.” She smiled as she was ushered away by another unfamiliar face. “Who knew we had so many family members?” Edward said, stuffing another cocktail sausage into his mouth. John sighed again.

John stayed in the same chair with Edward all afternoon, watching people come and go. When the parents of the baby started doing speeches. John and Edward were forced to stand with everyone else while they listened. The baby was fast asleep in her buggy, behind the table and John didn’t really see the point.

The baby’s mum was thanking the god parents and John was impatient, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and bumping into the person to his left.

He gave him a polite smile and took a step to the right just in time to knock into his uncle Kenneth. Unfortunately for John, uncle Kenneth was carrying the beautifully, hand decorated cake, which was now on the floor in a mess.

Everyone stopped and looked, John heard a few gasps and he froze. His suit was splattered with icing, as were a few other people’s outfits and John could see the horror on their faces, his own mother was looking at the floor shaking her head and all John could do was apologise. It could have only been a few seconds but time seemed to slow down, John’s face was bright red, he could feel the heat radiating off of himself.

He started to bend down, trying to at least clean the mess up when Edward appeared out of nowhere, grabbing a handful of cake and throwing it at him. John felt the splatter, his eyes wide, mouth agape. What was happening? One of the younger cousins leaped forward, grabbing herself a handful before throwing it at her older brother.

John watched as a few more of the younger ones followed, the room erupting into chaos. Edward was laughing and John caught his eye as uncle Kenneth began to join in. “What did you do?” John asked, still in shock as he approached his twin. “Saved your arse.” Edward smiled, a bit of pink icing hitting his shoulder.

John watched as the baby’s mum smudged cake on her husband, both of them laughing, eyes full of joy as the baby slept, safely out of the way of flying cake. “This is the best christening I’ve ever been to!” Someone shouted and John was so confused, like he’d entered another world. Something wet hit his face and he turned back to Edward, his hand full of cake and a mischievous grin on his face.

John was quicker, grabbing and throwing cake right at Edward, hitting him in the face as they both laughed. “Well, you wanted cake!” Edward laughed as a bit hit John on the shoulder.

Edward shot John a bright smile which John easily returned. They loved each other and they both knew that no matter what happens, for the rest of their lives, they will always have each other.

#jedward #prompt #anon #i hope this isn't as bad I think it is!!#jedcest fic #jedcest prompt

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