#mild inuendo

[starlocked01]

Your Average Petty Sinner

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Summary- Patton goes through an Emo phase and decides to hang out with the most notorious kids at school, going so far as to try to date their leader.

Relationships- Janus&Patton (Moceit), Remus/Virgil (Dukexiety)

Word Count- 5.4k

Content Warnings- swearing, mild description of injury, mild sexual innuendos

This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @lily-janus 💛💙 I really hope you like it! Also a shout out to @infinitesimal-dna for beta reading and putting up with my shenanigans.

“I just don't get it!” Patton frantically paced the small patch of faded pale blue carpet that was visible in his cluttered room, “I literally caught them with cigarettes and lighters in the bathroom- how did they weasel out of detention this time?”

Roman barely looked up from the script in his hand as he lounged on Patton’s bed, “I don't know. Remus didn't say when Mom picked us up. They weren't going to hurt anyone but themselves.”

“Lighters start fires- they could have caused a fire alarm and some freshman could have been trampled in the ensuing panic while the science wing burned down-” Patton whipped back to face Roman who remained unperturbed. 

“And none of that happened. You saved the day, Padre. Why can't you just be happy about that?”

“Because they didn't get in trouble!” Patton crossed his arms tight over his chest and resumed his pacing, “why turn in the bad kids if they're just going to be let go?”

“Sounds like you want to put my brother in jail,” Roman snickered and briefly looked up, “I don't know why. Why do you snitch on them?” Roman countered

Patton bit down hard on his lip before taking a measured breath, “I am not snitching. They just keep breaking the rules in front of me.”

“I think you just want Janus to notice you. Trust me, he does, sweetie. Remus won't stop complaining about how much the goodie two shoes need to fu- leave them alone,” Roman replies, remembering too late the household ban on swears.

“SHH! Don’t let Mom hear you.” Patton whispered tersely, “you’re wrong. I don’t care what any of them think about me– especially not Janus.”

Roman snorted, “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re constantly tattling on him. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that when a boy’s mean to you that means he likes you?”

Patton stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Roman, “That’s… completely untrue.”

Roman rolled his eyes, flipping a page lazily, “Just keep telling yourself that, Padre. I bet if you just asked he’d go out with you.”

“I’m not gay and I don’t want to go out with him,” Patton countered, “will you please just be quiet? My mom would kick you out in two seconds for being a quote ‘bad influence’ if she heard you right now.”

“Mmm fine. Alright. I won’t talk about your obvious crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Mysterious.”

“I am not- Why don’t you understand that not everyone has to like guys?” 

Roman sat up, “I’m not saying everyone. I just know you, Patt. You don’t like girls. You’ve turned down like twenty of them since homecoming last year. So if you don’t like girls, that just leaves guys. I know you don’t feel comfortable bringing a bf home because of the witch, but you’ve at least got to let yourself consider the possibility.”

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” Patton replied, not sounding as convincing as he should have to shut down the conversation.

Roman chuckled, “sure. Because she’s actually a boy named Janus and you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Roman!”

“Just ask him!”

“He hates me. And I don’t like him.”

“You absolutely fucking do!”

“Roman!” Patton hissed, flinching as he could hear his mother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. “Now you’ve done it-” he muttered as the bedroom door clicked and swung open.

“Patton, sweetie. What’s our rule for having friends over?” his mother asked from the door, a falsely sweet and disarming voice cutting through the tension of the argument.

Patton turned, “they need to follow house rules and not distract from school work…”

“That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard Mr. Prince here swearing. That is no way to speak to others, is it?” 

“No, ma’am,” Patton replied, head hung in defeat. 

She turned towards Roman, “Exactly. I’m sorry dear, but you need to leave and reevaluate your vocabulary and manners if you want to spend time with my son.”

“Sorry, Patt,” Roman murmured as he grabbed his backpack and walked past to leave, “tomorrow. Just do it.” 

Patton sighed with exasperation, “Please, Mom, let him stay? He didn’t mean to-”

“You know the rules, Patton. I think it’s about time you got started on your homework,” she brushed him off, escorting Roman out to the front door. 

Patton waited until he heard the front door shutting before closing his bedroom door to get started on his work, trying to tune out his racing thoughts about school. 

___ ___ ___

 Janus slumped against the lockers, ignoring the dirty look from Susan next to him when he accidentally shut hers for her. It wasn’t his fault her locker was so close to Virgil’s. He gripped the head of his cane to keep it from sliding into the throng of students that would trample and crack it without a second thought. The polished wooden cane had cost a fortune, stained black with a yellow snake carved around the shaft up to the handle. He'd refused to adopt a medical-looking metal bully magnet and protected his aide fiercely. Janus silently watched Virgil picking out text books for the next class.

“What a bitch, right?” he asked once Virgil had noticed him. 

Virgil nodded sagely, “Yeah. Who’re we talking about this time?”

Janus smirked, “Mrs. Hansen, of course. It’s like she doesn’t even care that I don’t give a fuck about Physics.”

“She held you after class again? That bitch!” Virgil gaped, closing his locker, “that is so messed up. You should tell the VP that she’s not respecting your accommodations, right?”

“Like he ever cared the twenty thousand other times someone tried to make life harder,” Janus scoffed, glancing at the disturbance coming down the hallway and opting not to warn Virgil.

With all the subtlety of a tornado, Janus watched as Remus pinned Virgil to the lockers, dropping his backpack at Janus’ feet in his hurry to get hands on the boy. Virgil grunted in surprise, pushing back against the attack until he recognized the lips pressed harshly into his neck.

“Rem-! Oh my god!” Virgil laughed breathlessly, “I told you not at school, motherfucker!”

Remus looked up with a devious grin, “and? Your mother said she loved it.”

“Gross,” Virgil chuckled and pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug, “I missed you.”

Janus rolled his eyes, pushing the discarded backpack away with the tip of his cane, “It’s been all of an hour since you two last molested each other in front of the entire school.”

“Jealous, Jannie?”

“Utterly green with envy,” Janus sighed, noticing the crowd in the hall thinning rapidly, “are you done playing tongue hockey yet?”

“Never,” Remus laughed and turned back to Virgil, cutting off his protests with a filthy kiss.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t figured out how to make gay love babies yet,” Janus replied, carefully readjusting his treasured suede gloves. The crowds of students dissipated and doors shut as the bell for the next period rang through the now empty halls.

Janus nudged the pair, “Biology will have to wait. Let's get going.”

“Oh come on!” Remus whined, “just tell Mr. Sawan you got held back and we're helping you-”

“It's not a lie for once,” Virgil added, leaning down to grab Remus' bag.

“And they say I'm the bad influence,” Janus scoffed, grabbing his cane to start towards class. Virgil and Remus reluctantly followed, careful to give him space to walk. 

Janus wasn't actually eager to get to class. Everyone always stared when he walked in late, despite arriving late by necessity every day. The scrutiny felt absolutely miserable. 

As they neared the stairs down to the mathematics wing, Janus paused to let the couple go first. The last thing he wanted was to slip all the way down into a concussion.

“Hey!” A voice called loudly from down the hall, “aren't you supposed to be in class?”

Janus glanced over and swore quietly at the sight of the world's most annoying goody two shoes coming towards them.

“Patton. Where do you think we're going?” He asked in a lazy drawl.

“Yeah, calm your tits,” Remus added less than helpfully.

Patton frowned, glancing down at his chest for a brief moment, “I don't have- the bell rang five minutes ago. You're supposed to be in class. I bet you're out here trying to smoke and ditch class.”

“How? You stole my lighter yesterday,” Virgil snarked back, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“It’s against school policy-” Patton started.

“What's against policy is a student trying to police other students. I literally cannot walk the halls when everyone else is running around,” Janus spoke up, standing up straighter. “We'd have made it by now if you hadn't interrupted us.”

“You liar. You're just messing around to get out of class,” Patton accused, stepping closer as if to intimidate Janus.

He laughed, “we have this discussion once a week! If I didn't know better, I would think you're going out of your way to flirt with me.”

An inscrutable look passed over Patton’s face, freckles melting into a soft flustered blush. “I am not!” Patton whispered hoarsely.

“Then we'll just be on our way,” Janus sneered, starting down the first step, cane first.

“Hey!” Patton gasped, reaching for Janus’s shoulder. Janus flinched at the unexpected touch, shifting to toss Patton as far from him as possible.

Unfortunately, this sent the boy careening down the flight of stairs.

“Shit!” Janus exclaimed,  watching in horror and slight mesmerism as Patton came to a halt on the first landing.

“You killed him!” Remus cackled with glee at the possibility.

“Jan- what the fuck?” Virgil asked, not sure if he should move to help Patton or not.

Janus glanced down the hall, and seeing no one, made his decision.

“Virgil, help me get him to the nurse.” he instructed. “Remus, get to class and tell them Virgil and I cannot make it. Give as little context as possible, got it?”

Remus nodded and hurried to the class.

Janus hurried down the steps as fast as he could manage to the place Patton lay on the stairs.

“Wh- why?” Patton murmured, cradling his shoulder, “I- I wasn't-”

“Next time don't touch people without permission,” Janus snapped, reaching to pick  Patton up, “can you walk?”

“I- I think so?” Patton winced, trying to sit up with both of the others pulling him up, “d-don't pull my arm, please.”

Janus nodded, “right, let's go, before you die or something.”

“Good going, Jan,” Virgil groaned as Patton leaned more heavily against him.

“Shut it, Vi. I didn't do anything.”

The walk down the rest of the stairs and to the nurse's office felt impossibly long and arduous, as Patton moved slower than even Janus. And he moaned in pain at each jostle to his arm.

“You're going to be okay,” Virgil chewed at his cheek, “it wasn't that bad of a fall.”

“I- I hope so,” Patton murmured, “why are the bad kids helping me?”

Janus rolled his eyes, “who said we're bad?”

“I- you always get in trouble,” Patton tried to explain.

“Yeah. Because you're always trying to get us in trouble,” Virgil scoffed.

“I don't expect you to understand, Patton,” Janus stopped as they reached the nurse’s office, “ but sometimes people just don't think like you.”

Patton nodded then tried to walk into the office, “thanks, I guess.”

Janus rolled his eyes, turning to head back to class, only to be confronted with the imposing figure of the school vice principal.

“What's this, then?”

“Oh- sir, I can explain,” Janus offered hastily.

“You will,” the man nodded, pointing towards his office, “If you please, Mr. Shephard.”

Virgil fiddled with his sleeves, “It was completely an accident. We were just helping Patton.”

“He fell down the stairs after slipping on a spilled water bottle,” Janus protested, already tired of walking, “I think he hit his head so we didn't want to leave him alone before he could get over here.”

“I see,” the man eyed the two, “is that so?”

“Yes. That's what happened.” Janus nodded emphatically. He watched the disciplinarian's face to see if he bought the story.

“Get to your class,” the vice principal barked, and the two wasted no time disappearing down the hallway.

___ ___ ___

Patton stirred and sat gingerly up in bed. A needle of pain shot through his shoulder at the weight pressed on it. 

“Oh- f-”

“Patton!” His mother stood at the door to his room with a sour look on her face.

“I was going to say ‘fudge’,” Patton gritted his teeth.

“Honestly, when did I raise such a delinquent?” She shook her head and barged her way in, “bullying other students and now swearing? Certainly nothing I taught you.”

“Mom!”

“I won't hear it. Luckily, some of your classmates collected your homework assignments for you. Behave yourself with them,” she scolded.

“I'm not a bully,” Patton muttered, gazing up at the ceiling as though the stucco could offer him the strength to endure her accusations.

“For the record, no one said you were but her. I don’t know why she thinks that,” Patton looked back to the door sharply, finding his mother replaced with Virgil standing slouched against the frame, a book bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey- I hope it's okay I- let's not worry about how I knew your address. How… are.. you?”

“I've been better. The doctor poked and prodded me a lot yesterday.” 

“Yikes…”

Patton nods, “I’ll be back in school by Monday. Unless I go completely loopy in the head. But I think the sprain in my shoulder is worse. Is Janus okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He was tired from all the running around but like.. I don’t think he’s mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Virgil glanced back to the door before leaning closer to ask, “is she always like that?”

Patton nodded, “yeah… that’s my mom for you.”

Virgil swung his bag onto the bed, “alright, well, I’ve got your homework for the classes you missed.. And I thought you might like some music to pass the time? It’s the kind I listen to when I get really upset,” Virgil explained with a pointed look as he pulled a disk in a clear cover out of the bag with the school books, “just.. Let me know what you think if you do. I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“It’s not your fault, Virge-” Patton shook his head and then winced, “thank you, though.”

“No worries. I- uh.. Look forward to seeing you..? Yeah. Get better soon.”

Patton watched as Virgil exited his bedroom, confused why he of any of the kids at school brought him make up work. He examined the CD, turning it to read the sharpie writing, a list of songs with artists listed in incomprehensible initials. He turned the case over, noticing a small piece of paper tucked under the CD inside the case. Intrigued, he pried the case open and popped the CD out, laying it on the blanket. He retrieved the small folded paper from his lap, carefully picking it apart. 

I didn’t push you down the stairs. I also did not try to help you after you tripped. If you tell anyone I did, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. -J

Patton frowned, confused by the note. He tossed it aside and pulled out his portable CD player to listen to the mixtape without his mom listening in. He laid back, letting the beats and melodies wash over him. As he listened, an idea started to form, one of which he was barely conscious.

___ ___ ___

“Are you insane?” Roman stared far more openly than other students in the hall. Patton shrugged and pushed past his friend to his locker.

“I’m just trying something new,” Patton replied, hanging his backpack up and picking out books for the first class. He tried very hard to not express frustration when the bookbag caught on the spikes sticking out of one of his many new bracelets. 

“You look ridiculous. You hate black! What is going on?” 

“I can wear whatever I want, Ro. You sound like my mother right now.” 

That shut Roman’s protests up quickly. Patton hummed to himself, reaching into the bag to pull out a brand new makeup pallet made of browns and blacks, picking the darkest shade to dab onto his eyelids.

“How hard did you hit your head?” Roman asked, staring in even more shock and disbelief. 

“My head is fine, Roman. I told you I’m trying something new,” Patton explained.

“Oh Hey! When did you get hot, Pat-Pat?” Remus yelled, dragging Virgil behind him from down the hall.

“Woah- Patton, are you okay?” Virgil asked as they reached him and Roman at the lockers. 

“Looks like Jannie knocked some sense into him. Hot damn!” Remus leered, earning a smack on the shoulder from Virgil and Roman. 

“Guys, I am fine. I promise. I wanted to see how my mom would take it,” Patton offers, not so subtly searching the halls.

“Right. Suuuuuuure,” Remus giggled, “just remember that Virgie is mine,” he snaps playfully, “I don’t share and I certainly don’t do threesomes.” Remus winked, sending a shiver of disgust running down Patton’s spine. “Congrats, baby emo.”

“If you need to talk or something,” Virgil managed to offer before getting swept away by Remus.

Roman sighed, “Seriously, do you want to talk?”

“I’ll be fine, Ro. I’m still me. I just... I don’t know. It felt right this morning,” Patton offers as explanation.

“Well, you know where to find me. And if this is some ploy to get Janus to like you- it won’t work-” 

“I don’t care if he likes me,” Patton protests, “this isn’t about him.”

“It’s not?” Janus asked in a smooth voice, standing behind Patton as if he appeared there from thin air.

“Janus!” Patton whipped around, “how- when did you- um, hi.” he stammered.

Roman laughed and clapped Patton on the shoulder, “good luck, Romeo. See you at lunch.” He walked away still laughing as Patton blushed and tried to shake the teasing off.

Janus watched curiously. He certainly would never have predicted that Patton would show up in an all black pretend-emo costume. Amazing really how people could still surprise him. 

“I promise that Roman doesn’t know what he’s talking about-” Patton tried to recover his composure.

“He never does. Poor Remus got all the interesting and useful brains,” Janus sighed, examining his gloved hand nonchalantly. “Even if this were some ploy for my attention, I wouldn’t be interested just because you changed clothes and painted your nails.”

“That implies you would be interested in different circumstances,” Patton pointed out.

“Would I? I never said that. You understood my message, right?” Janus asked, changing topics quickly.

Patton nodded, “I- yes, I understood. You didn’t have to threaten me. Everyone thinks I broke my head and wouldn’t believe me saying either thing.” 

“Correct. No use spreading rumors,” Janus smirked.

“Janus?” 

“What?” 

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Patton asked quietly.

Janus took a moment to think over the question, “Why are you asking me?”

“Because I think you’re probably the person I’ve hurt the most.”

Janus laughed, “Oh please. Like you could hurt me. Since when do you care about my opinions?”

“I don’t know- I’m really trying something new here, Janus.” Patton worried his lip between his teeth. 

“I see. I notice,” Janus nodded and turned to head towards class.

“Janus? Do I… seem like I have a crush on you?”

Janus stopped in his tracks, turning back slowly, “Do you have one?”

Patton shrugged his one good shoulder, “Roman says I must have one. I’m not sure. How do I figure it out?”

Janus studied the black clad teen he would have sworn had it out for him just two days ago. Who was he to answer this kind of question? And why wouldn’t he just ask Roman, the prince of failed relationships?

“I don’t know. Go on a date with me?” Janus was just as surprised at the words leaving his lips as Patton looked hearing them.

“Wait- really?”

“Yes. We can go out tonight. No need to make it formal. Just black, not black tie.” Janus nodded. It surprised him just how calm and collected he felt, proposing a romantic time together. 

Patton hummed, “um.. I assume Virgil… gave you my address,” he replied diplomatically, “would you be able to pick me up.”

“Yes. 9 o’clock?”

Patton nodded, “yeah, that works. I’ll see you then?”

Janus smiled just a bit mischievously, “yes, you will. Good luck in school today. Everyone is going to notice.”

“Notice what?” Patton asked.

“This.” Janus smirked and leaned forward, planting a lipstick stained kiss on Patton’s cheek, turning to leave just as the first bell rang out. 

Patton stood frozen like a deer, slowing reaching up to touch his cheek, “oh, shit-”

___ ___ ___

“Uh, Jannie?”

“Yes, Remus?”

“Where the fuck are we going?” Remus asked, hanging on the back of Janus’ seat.

Janus inhaled slowly, “We’re picking up my date for tonight.”

“Since when do you date?” Virgil asked, lounging in the back seat and scrolling on his phone.

“Since this morning,” Janus answered, “You two just made it look so fun I had to give it a try.”

“Ooooooooh,” Remus absolutely beamed, “so who’s the lucky virgin?”

“Come on, Re. Don’t assume,” Virgil chided, trying to pull his boyfriend back to the back seat. “Wait- I recognize this street-”

“Just shut up,” Janus growled, “You’re the ones who wanted me to date. He’s harmless and might even like me.”

“So you’re trying to go out with the guy who made our lives hell for over a year?” Virgil asked.

“I’m not being some sort of saint, I’m just curious about what Patton’s going through.”

“I’ll cancel the wedding bells,” Remus cackled as they pulled up to the door. The headlights swept over the porch, revealing Patton sitting outside in the dark. He popped up, rushing over to the passenger side of the car.

“Hey Janus- and… Virgil and Remus? What?” Patton squinted at the couple in the back seat, “is this.. A double date?”

“Somewhat. Get in,” Janus commanded, ignoring the snickering from the back seat. 

Patton climbed in and sat down, confused but not about to back out now. Not when Roman would roast him for failing to go on the first date he’s ever been asked out on. Janus pulled out of the driveway and continued on in relative quiet.

“So… where are we going?” Patton asked, a little too bright for his dark exterior. 

“You’ll see,” Janus replied cryptically.

Patton nodded and fell silent, watching the road slip by as they drove along.

“Woof. The chemistry is just bubbling,” Remus snarked after a few minutes of quiet, sitting back to cuddle into Virgil.

Virgil laughed softly, “give them time. I’m sure it’s just first date awkwardness.” He wrapped his arms around Remus and held him close.

Janus turned down a residential street and flicked off the headlights, “Well, Patton, since you’re exploring new countercultures, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you along to a protest.”

“A protest? At night?” Patton asked, fear glinting in his eyes, “what kind of protest?”

“One against ableism in the education system,” Virgil grinned, grabbing cartons of eggs from the floor of the back seat.

“Yeah! We’re gonna show that bitch what it feels like!” Remus crowed, opening the door before Janus could put the car in park and banging impatiently on the trunk. Virgil piled out as well as Janus parked and grabbed the latch to open the trunk for them. 

“This… is illegal, isn’t it?” Patton worried, glancing around the street to see if they had been spotted yet.

“Very.” Janus nodded, “but, lucky us that the Virus have the dirty work covered. We’re just lookouts tonight. Mrs. Hansen has been violating my disability accommodations. That makes my life harder when I end up missing the beginning of class because of the crowds in the hallway. So we’re making her morning a bit harder.”

“Oh.. that’s why you three were in the hallway during class time the other day?” Patton asked, voice softening at the realization.

“Yes. Sometimes we wait until after the bell anyway but she still shouldn’t be holding me back like that,” Janus explained.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that,” Patton offered quietly, wincing as Remus started chucking raw eggs at the car in the driveway.

“Relax, Patton. They’re just letting off steam. I swear they would have burned the school down by now if I didn’t try to aim them at productive activities,” Janus chuckled, glancing down the road for any observers.

“Right. So… this is a date… why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Patton turned in his seat to face Janus. 

Janus slowly turned his head, “what do you want to know?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” Patton laughed nervously, “maybe… when did you know that you’re gay?”

Janus snorted at that, “I still don’t know. You’re the first boy I’ve tried to date. You’d think hanging out around the twins would make that sort of question easy, right?”

“Right! Like, I’ve known Roman really well for years and he sure seems to know… some of what he wants. But I just don’t know how he understands what a crush is versus wanting to be friends.”

“Those two make it seem like you meet someone and suddenly they’re the only thought in your head ever,” Janus nodded to the couple who were busy laying out toilet paper strips in the shape of a penis on the hood of the car, “I’ve never understood it.” 

“Do you.. Feel that way about me?” Patton asks, “since you’re the one who asked me out.”

“Frankly, I find your change of aesthetic rather intriguing. And you seem willing to challenge some of your bullshit ideas right now, so why not?” Janus shrugs, “maybe I just want attention and don’t give a fuck about who you are. You can never know.”

Patton looked down towards his hands, folded neatly in his lap, “I think I’ve been jealous of you all.”

“How so? You seemed adamant about reporting us to the school like a narc for the past year,” Janus challenged.

“Because things like egging teacher’s houses and smoking in the hallways can cause problems for people! But, I do like how you all express yourselves.”

“Really?”

“Right. You just… get to be weird and stand out in classes. You get away with a disturbing amount of rule breaking. It seems really freeing,” Patton sighed softly, “Maybe I’m thinking about it wrong. I’ve just always felt terrified of disappointing people, and in just one day I’ve been able to disappoint almost everyone.”

“So, you’re just dressing emo to make people upset, not to express yourself?”

“I mean- maybe partially?” Patton shrugged, “I never knew you all were this criminal-”

“Patton-”

“And… I think it’s maybe hot that you all stand up for yourselves despite what people think of you?” Patton says shyly, more of a question than an opinion.

“I didn’t bring you along to impress you with like that-”

“No?”

“I thought giving Virgil and Remus a target would give us some time alone,” Janus explains.

“Time  alone to do what?” Panton leaned a bit closer.

“What we’re doing now, talking.”

“That’s all you wanted to do with me?” Patton asked, head tilted a bit.

“Did you want to kiss me?” 

“Patton-”

Patton leaned in even closer until the backdoor slammed open, sending him scrambling back to his seat, blushing bright red.

“Drive- Neighbor might be calling the cops.” Remus replied, out of breath.

Virgil nodded and Janus jumped into action to get away from the crime scene. 

“Looked like a productive date,” Remus teased as Janus slowed back down to avoid suspicion.

“Wow what a rush!” Patton exclaimed. 

“Adrenaline wasn’t the point,” Janus reminded him, “Are you two ready to head home?”

“Yeah, Remus’ please,” Virgil nods.

Remus spent the car ride back to his place giving the lookouts a play by play of the night, with Virgil interjecting with certain facts and figures.. Janus soon dropped the pair off and the silence settled between him and Patton. 

“I just… you guys get away with bad behavior all the time. I wish I could do that the same as you,” Patton spoke up eventually.

Janus sighed and pulled the car over again, this time near a park, “Do you even care about why we do that stupid shit?”

“Well, tonight was about getting back at Mrs. Hansen, right? For treating you badly,” Patton recalled.

“And skipping class is because it’s too overwhelming to sit still learning useless crap with a bunch of jerks who know nothing about what it’s like to try and navigate when your feet don’t just take you to where you need to go. They don’t care that it hurts to walk and it’s just safer to take my time with friends by my side to catch me.”

“I-”

“You just see me as some bad boy to upset people with. You don’t care how I feel about it, do you?” Janus challenged.

“That’s not true-” Patton tried to protest. 

“I’m not some average petty sinner to disappoint your family with at the holidays. I actually have feeling and wants and needs and I just- I-”

Patton reached over to take one of Janus’ hands, “It’s okay. I-I didn’t want to use you, Janus. Not in the long run. Sure, I wanted to experiment and see if Roman’s right about crushes, but I don’t want to trap you in a relationship you won’t enjoy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Janus looked away, trying to pull his hand free.

“Just remember that you asked me out tonight. So, I thought that kisses were something you’re supposed to do on dates. Can we try again without interruptions this time? See if… well, if we’ll like that sort of thing?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes I am. You are not a manic pixie dream boy or the dangerous rebel to scare my mom with. You’re Janus. And I don’t know you very well because I’ve never tried to get to know you. But we’re on a date. It’s past curfew. I think you at least deserve a chance at something properly romantic, since defacing property was just the distraction to keep Remus and Virgil busy. It’s too late to get food anywhere. So maybe we can try a kiss and start over again in the morning?”

Janus blinked, trying to process all of that at once. “Um… no.”

“No?” Patton sat back immediately, “did I do something wrong?”

“Not necessarily, I just… you asking makes it very clear to me that I don’t want to kiss you, Patton.” Janus tried to explain.

Patton nodded, “okay. I- actually, thank you? I- I was so scared…”

Janus chuckled softly, “I don’t think we’re crushing on each other. I’m not sure why not. But I’m glad you agree.” 

Patton nodded emphatically this time, “I very much don’t want to be the awkward one. I think… it would feel wrong or empty to try. And that’s not your fault-”

“I get it. I agree. We tried. Dating just… isn’t in our cards,” Janus laughed a bit more at that, “let me take you home?”

“Yes please. Maybe at school… we can just say hi?”

“That would be much more pleasant.”

Patton sighed softly and leaned back in the passenger seat, “I won’t tell about the eggs and toilet paper, by the way. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hansen why she’s not letting you leave for class on time?”

Janus smiled, “That could be helpful. Maybe she just needs to see one of the responsible students concerned on our behalf.”

“Would have been a lot less illegal if you just asked me to do that in the first place,” Patton giggled, “It makes more sense than vandalism.”

“But throwing trash at her house is fun,” Janus grins, starting the car again.

“It may be fun. But there are much better outlets for the anger, I would think.” Patton grinned.

“Maybe you’ll be a good acquaintance after all,” Janus mused, pulling back out onto the road to take his definitely-not-a-date back home.

#sandersidesgiftexchange 2023 #sanders sides #moceit #dukexiety #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #secret santa gift exchange #mild injury #mild inuendo #swearing #criminal activity #acespec characters

[mischiefmaker615]

Mischief and Chaos

Rating: PG14

Summary: boredom isn't an option for Loki

Requester: @LaufeyLecter (wattpad)

The only sound that seemed to be in existence that late morning in Asgard's forests was the sound of horse hooves and birds chirping. Oh, and the occasional mild whining you would give when Loki rode along next to you sometimes just to run his hand up your thigh. This would cause you to have to turn your horse and almost swerve so you wouldn't hit a low hanging branch all because of the distractions the prince you give you any chance he got.

''honestly, it's as if you don't get enough of it at home'' you scold him with a blush as he laughed and slowed his horse to ride again along yours, earning a warning look from you but he relented.

''I could never get enough of you darling'' he grinned and you both went into a trot as your eyes looked ahead finally once the rough parts of the forest seemed to be behind you both.

''if I didn't know any better young prince, I'd say maybe you just didn't have anything better to do'' you lightly tease, earning a chuckle from him.

''are you suggesting that I'm bored, faire maiden?'' he scoffed dramatically with a hand to his chest for dramatic affect. ''I'll have you know that I enjoy touching you, any place.. anytime, anywhere-''

''alright-'' you cut him off before your blush could get any redder and avoided his eye contact, using the act of steering your horse as an excuse. Curiosity got the best of you though. ''..what do you do when you are bored?''

Loki raised a brow at your question. ''being a royal doesn't exactly give you a chance to be bored.''

''well, you have time for outings like this and.. other activities'' you suggested, making him smirk at the inuendo ''say we never got together, what would you be doing with your spare time?''

Loki glanced up in thought, doing his best to understand your question.

''sleep in?'' you suggested, earning a smile from him.

''well, perhaps now and again. Usually I find myself disappearing into the library, or-'' his thought process suddenly halted as a grin and that mischievous look in his eyes appeared you recognized instantly. ''or half the time, I'd be living up to my title.''

''..lies?''

Loki gave you a small look. ''and?''

''oh- ohhhh..'' you understood, staring at the god of mischief and trickery ''but.. after all these times, wouldn't your brother and whoever constantly have their guard up?''

Loki smirked and took the lead with his horse, yours following behind in a faster trot as he glanced at you over his shoulder. ''there are other beings to prank than those within the palace..''

~

Loki clutched your hand now, ensuring you wouldn't leave his side even if you wanted to as you both ducked amongst the bushes. Activity could be heard from not to far away as you look through the branches to gaze upon the peaceful people of one of Asgard's villages. Peaceful.. for now.

Honestly you couldn't help feel a bit nervous, even though most of the time Loki always got himself out of trouble in the end.. key word: most of the time. yet with you here, you were sure he wouldn't do anything extreme to put you in danger. You couldn't help but wish that you both had tied the horses a bit closer encase you needed to make a run for it but Loki explained how their noise might give you both away.

''so what are you-''

A finger pressed to your lips as Loki gently hushed you, giving you a glance over his shoulder before he finally stopped when you both seemed close enough to the outskirts of the village. ''I need full concentration my love for this to work, I need all sound silenced if I can help it'' he whispered.

Giving him a small look, he gave you an indifferent one as you both peaked through your hiding spot to see the normality of things. Children playing, some women walking amongst the small market shops, men carrying great beasts through the paths as they must have come back from hunting. An average day in Asgard. That is, until Loki came along.

''alright darling, just stay still and watch.'' He smiled and held your hand, closing his eyes as he took a breath.

You expected him to let your hand go in that moment as he began his spell but he held past, even sometimes using his thumb to rub against your skin as he kept his eyes closed. It was one of his methods to stay calm as he prepared to make chaos.

Turning your eyes towards the village, you watched in anticipation while listening to the slow breathing of Loki. In one final beat, it happened- a scream here! and scream there! Women jumping and kids scattering, men cursing as they all jumped around and looked towards the ground. You stood ever so slightly to try to see what all the commotion was about, feeling Loki's hand tighten ever so slightly as if you were to go some where but just enough to let you look as your gaze fell upon the result.

Snakes!

Snakes scattering in all directions and slithering towards the runners. One woman dropped her laundry basket as serpents flooded there too! Out the open doors, dropping from the roofs, they were everywhere! Your grin couldn't help but spread as people ran for nothing! All they had to do was touch one of Loki's illusions and they would simply fade through. Instead, they ran! They screamed, dodged and yelped! You felt bad giggling, having to place a hand over your mouth to stop your noise but honestly with the chaos, you probably wouldn't have been heard.

Even Loki, eyes still closed, had a grin tugging at his lips as he listened to the chaos before him. it wasn't until you let out a sharp yelp, did his eyes snap open to see you just in time falling on top of him from your sharp movement. Unprepared, he fell backwards with you on his chest and you both landed outside the bush with a thud, a flash of green and suddenly the serpent illusions were gone!

''Loki! I knew you had something to do with this!'' a drunkard yelled, angrier that his wine had been spilt than being aware of the true chaos. He looked mad, mad enough to dare taking a step towards the prince of Asgard.

''I don't think he's sober enough right now to stop-'' you stammer and scramble off of Loki as he got up as well.

''its his damn stench I'm worried about'' Loki jested, you giving him a look that suggested there should be a time and a place for jokes but the man had already heard him.

''you'll pay for a new bottle of wine!'' he yelled and advanced in anger.

''it was only a glass-'' you start but Loki already grabbed your hand and pulled you through the bush.

''not according to him darling-''

You both dashed off to find your horses, hearing the man crashing and trampling through the greenery with his impressive build to try to keep up with you both. That made you all the more keep up with Loki's long legs as you gripped your dress to keep from tripping.

''you think they'll tell your father?'' you asked worried and panted as he led you through the trees.

''not if I tell him first'' he joked before shaking his head and through you over his shoulder to run faster with you, earning a squeak at his sudden action. ''besides, there was no damages besides a spilled glass of wine, that clumsy oaf should have been braver with a mere snake-''

''I think you better run faster if you're going to continue talking about him in such a manner-'' you interrupt as you look ahead to see the man yelling and cursing as he sloppily trampled towards you still.

''well unfortunately for him, he won't get to hear the rest'' Loki then set you down next to your horse where you both skillfully got on and kicked your heels into its sides, dashing off and leaving the enraged man in your dust.

It wasn't until you finally had the palace in site, did you slow your horses down to catch your breath, having been laughing when you both knew you were safe. ''I suppose with magic like yours, boredom doesn't exist''

Loki chuckled and pulled his horse closely along side yours ''or having a woman such as yourself'' he smirked, causing you to blush as you lost eye contact until Loki suddenly took hold of your hand, making you flinch.

''so is this why you jumped into,'' Loki sighed, stating the obvious yet with concern in his eyes as he examined two small puncture marks on your wrist. ''who knew ironically an actual snake would be making a visit.''

''well honestly it doesn't hurt that bad, I'll just wha-!'' you gasp as Loki pressed his mouth to your wound, your hand gripping the saddle as your arm stretched over to him and thankfully your horses holding absolutely still.

Your face lit up beat red as you felt his tongue run flat along each wound before he began sucking at it, making you stammer. ''r-really- I don't mind just going to the healers-''

Loki merely shook his head as he remained what he was doing and you thought he was practically just giving you a hickey until the pain subsided and he raised his eyes to meet yours. You loved and hated that.. how any time he managed to make you blush, those eyes would pierce yours to capture just how much you were reacting. From what he saw, it earned a smirk from him and he finally released you.

''I'm the best healer you've got darling.'' He teased as you examined your arm.

Wound was gone, pain was gone. Feeling your blush subside, you took a breath and looked at him as less-frazzled as you could ''thank you..''

''your welcome darling, now shall we patriciate in.. other activities when I am blessed with this 'spare time' you were curious about?'' he smirked, his eyes raking your body as your hands gripped the reins in nervous anticipation.

''I don't- I don't know what you speak of dear prince-'' you tease as you pretended to be modest.

'that's fine darling, but I'm still going to fuck you.''

And before you could even gasp, he reached over and slapped your horse's ass, making it run ahead with you and Loki in hot pursuit with a grin on his face. 

#loki x reader smut #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki god of mischief #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #lokifluff #loki

[virtie333]

Day 11 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Light(s)

Summary: Rey shows Poe how she celebrates Christmas

Notes: This is another Modern AU, and I had it take place in my hometown so they could do one of my favorite holiday traditions.

Warnings: This is mostly fluff and feelings, but there is a bit of inuendo. Poe is horny.

AO3

Poe Dameron had never really though much of Christmas.

His mother had been raised Jewish and he father Catholic, but neither practiced their faith much by the time he was born. While he did remember having a decorated tree with presents from Santa under it, that tradition ended after his mother died. As an adult, Christmas was to him just a secular annoyance buoyed by commercialization, the epitome of capitalism. Other than going to his father’s house for dinner on Christmas Eve, the holiday was just another day in his world.

But that was before he met Rey Smith.

Though not one of those ‘bible thumping’ Christians, Rey wasn’t afraid to comment on her belief in Jesus. Her parents had instilled in her a strong faith that continued on even after their deaths in a car accident when she was ten. Growing up in various foster homes, she looked forward to Christmas every year, mostly because no matter where she was, it brought back good memories of her real family and gave her hope for a bright future. While she didn’t attend church regularly, she always made it to Christmas Eve mass every year.

They had begun dating over the summer, after being introduced by Rey’s friend (and foster brother) Finn, who just happened to be dating Poe’s childhood friend Rose. Everything about Rey made Poe happy, even her love of Christmas, though he still couldn’t understand it. She had invited him to go to mass with her, but she had told him that she wouldn’t think less of him if he refused. He told her he’d think about it.

One thing she would not let him get out of, however, was going to Storybook Island to see the lights. Every weekend between Thanksgiving and New Years, the children’s theme park, which closed for the winter, dressed itself up in thousands of Christmas lights. Having grown up in Rapid, Poe had vague memories of going to the park as a child, but had not been near it as an adult, and had never seen the lights. Rey was going to make sure he saw them this year.

They went the weekend before Christmas. They had had snow earlier in the week, but the night itself was mild by South Dakota standards, with temps around 20 and no wind. Poe was already enthralled by the colorful display even before they entered the gate to the park, and as he and Rey wandered along the paths, not only was he awed by the lights, but memories of walking these same paths with his mother as a child found their way to the surface of his mind. Cinderella’s pumpkin coach, the whale that ate Pinocchio, the Wizard of Oz, the old lady in the shoe… he remembered it all, but almost as if it was all from a dream.

He watched as Rey laughed and grinned and pulled him along to something she was excited to see, never letting go of his hand. He had never seen her so giddy! About half way through the park, it started snowing, which only increased Rey’s delight. He stopped her at one point, unable to keep himself from kissing her. She laughingly pushed him away. “Poe, there are kids around!”

“Well, it’s not like I’m gonna bend you over and rail you,” he joked. “Not here, anyway.”

She swatted him playfully, but the glint in her eye told him she was going to remind him he said that later. They eventually made it to the exit, where hot chocolate was being served, and they stood together watching as families with children stopped to see Santa. They also saw more than a few couples like themselves walking hand in hand.

Feeling happier than he had been in a long time, Poe looked at the woman he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “I wanna make a deal with you,” he told her.

She looked at him, her eyebrows raised. “What kind of deal?”

“I’ll go with you to this Christmas Eve mass… it’s at ten, right?… if you agree to come to my father’s for dinner earlier that evening.”

Rey’s eyes lit up and her beautiful smile grew. “Yeah,” she said. “I like that plan.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to go to church with you all the time, though,” he added.

She shook her head. “I don’t expect you to,” she said. “You can’t force faith,” she told him. “Just like you can’t force love. It just happens.”

He gave her a steady look. “Yeah, it just happens.”

“Merry Christmas, Poe.”

“Merry Christmas, Rey.”

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #modern au #christmas

[sussyaroace]

bffs wit benifents - here for you(marcanne) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1289110740-bffs-wit-benifents-here-for-you-marcanne?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=plebicash2007&wp_originator=Dir1wcTGJAmtQR%2B3pWfj5JMt3vmhf7%2B2E%2BdPDEHSc8p85F3Ce0Ux3BJ5q0COmVBbkkYYvndm%2BMlfDQ6gZ4X7A7y4sW%2Bgd%2BM%2FI0BMp33H0FlnGCyzl8YR%2FFs9RL0BJ%2Fb9 TW: mild language, blood, belitting, dr0gs and some inuendos

#amphibia #clamitytrio #gay #gxgxg #marcanne #polyamory #sapphic #sashannacry #sashanne #sasharcy #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[marlasomething]

Summary: Rosie gets a well deserved promotion. Kind of... And, definitively, not from her boss...it's just a little bit twisttier

Relationships: Distortion!Helen/Rosie Zampano

A/N: Written for Arcon2023 Rarepair Collection

Word count: 1913

CW: mentions of death, creepy weird sexual inuendo, very mild body horror, manipulation, Spiral usual content, very distant mentions of the Lonely (in case anyone is specially sensible to it)

#magnuspod #the magnus archives #tma #writing #fanfic #ao3 #self-promo #helen richardson #distortion helen #rosie zampano #helen x rosie

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

First Blood Drawn

A Love Of Venom And Claws - Chapter 3

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: 18+. Angst. Family drama. Mild violent threat. Sexual inuendo.

A/N: I no longer have any self control with this story, as soon as I post this I'll probably straight away start writing the next chapter. A huge shoutout to @autumnleaves1991-blog for once again letting me bounce ideas off her and being an absolute star in helping me solve the issue of *that one line*. I adore you!

Tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

The Viper's threat echoes in your mind the entire way back to the keep. You are quiet, watching him warily whilst he converses lightly with Tyrion as if nothing had ever happened. His mood changes quicker than the weather you realise, shifting from menacing to charming in the blink of an eye and you wonder if the rumours are true that he is indeed half mad.

He has decided he'll speak to your uncle after all, grinning slyly as he informs you both that certain matters do in fact need to be discussed and he'll temper his thirst for justice for the time being. You had masked your suspicion, merely raising an eyebrow at your cousin who shrugged wordlessly in response and as you return to your magnificent cage for the time being, you turn to Tyrion before slipping away.

"Keep an eye on him." You warn, eyeing the prince distrustfully and narrowing your eyes in irritation as he bows mockingly before winking at you.

Tyrion reassures you not to fret and with one last dark look at the new thorn in your side, you turn on your heel and sneak back to your rooms blissfully unaware of the heated gaze that follows.

Oberyn knows he is staring but he cannot bring himself to stop, he watches you curiously as you quickly flit through hallway, looking around like you do not wish to be seen, before slipping out of sight. Every moment near you only fans the flames of his curiousity and he despises that you linger in his mind like a ghost.

Even with the coldness you radiate as you walk away from him yet again he cannot forget the moments where passion and warmth roll off you in addicting waves. His mind is a chaotic mess of flashes of your smile, your teasing laughter and your anger. He saw the rage in your eyes in the brothel, remembers the way his breath quickened as his eyes locked on yours from across the room and he had been blown away by the radiance of your fury.

When your eyes had bore into his he'd found approval, awe and he's almost certain there had been desire. He had relished it, basking in the heat between the two of you until your cousin had doused him in icy water with his interruption.

Disgusted by his own treacherous desires and lashing out, he'd unleashed his own burning rage as he accused your family of their unspeakable crimes and reveals his lust for revenge. You had closed your eyes and looked away, like your cousin and like your cursed family always did, never admitting any wrongs.

But then you'd made him falter, your eyes flying open with the fierce glare of protectiveness and a growl echoing from your tantilising lips. When you had stepped towards him threateningly he'd dropped his hand in confusion more than anything, Lannisters did not fight their own battles one on one, let alone anyone else's, even if it was for their own precious family.

Yet there you were, shielding Tyrion's body with your own and facing down a man that you had seen potentially kill someone with a single strike to the wrist only moments before. There was no trace of fear on your features, only the stubborn set of your jaw and Oberyn had found himself almost purring at your challenge.

His eyes linger on the wall you disappeared around before he shakes his head and follows after Tyrion. He just needs to fuck away his frustrations from last night and today, that's all this is. You're only haunting his thoughts because he's pent up, his agitation getting the better of him last night so he'd decided not to partake and then his fun being ruined by the lion's song in the brothel.

He'd seek what pleasures this hell of a city can offer for the remainder of the day after his business is settled and his mind will be sharp and focused once more.

"You know if you were hoping to intimidate our family, she is the worst one you could have chosen to try out that tactic on." Tyrion says and Oberyn looks at him innocently until he mutters your name. "She's as fearless as they come. I've never met anyone that can intimidate that woman and worse than you have tried."

He eyes the Dornishman carefully, watching as he works over this information in his mind before wetting his lips.

"She's certainly one hell of a woman."

"In case you haven't noticed she's also fiercely protective of those she loves. You would be wise to not antagonise her again, she cares little for politics and won't think twice about striking out if she sees a threat." He warns, frowning as the Prince laughs wickedly.

"Is that a threat Lord Imp?"

"Call it friendly advice. I would like to see our houses get along rather than continue to be at each other's throats and that won't happen if the two of you are baring your teeth at every opportunity."

Oberyn smirks and there's a vicious glint in his eyes as he taunts the man beside him.

"I would normally try to work out such ugly emotions in a much more pleasurable way but the thought of laying with a Lion almost tempts me to cut off my own cock. A pity, I'm sure we would be quite the match for one another." He leers and the golden haired man bites back his anger along with a scathing retort.

Tyrion whirls on the Dornish prince as they reach the door to his Father's study. The way he targets you with the brunt of his hatred for your house both confuses him and enrages Tyrion deeply. Surely his vendetta should be aimed most violently at Tywin himself, so why is it the prince is fixating his ire on you?

"If I may be so bold as to speak freely. I love my cousin, dearly, and she does not need you throwing who she is and who her family is in her face constantly. Believe me she knows. She's had to hear it more than enough in her lifetime."

"Oh I'm sure she has." Oberyn mocks ruthelessly. "I'm sure she grew up with everyone telling her what a special, important little lion she is. That she's better than everyone like you all think you are."

His eyes are furious and brimming with contempt as he saunters past and enters the study, missing the way Tyrion sighs sadly.

A few hours pass before you leave the walls of your chambers again, having a light breakfast at your desk as you scribble in your journal before changing into more appropriate attire for mingling with your family.

"Not exactly."

**

You pay no attention to anything around you as you walk through the cold hallways, your mind far too preocupied as you wonder what to do about the devilish prince of Dorne. He's taken up far too much of your thoughts since the previous night and it's mildly concerning, if not a touch irritating.

The man is an enemy to your family and therefore, yourself and you can't decide whether he's brave or moronic for informing you that he's here for less than polite reasons. The sheer arrogance infuriates you, the way he looks at you with taunting eyes as if you are no more than a cub scratching at his ankles rather than a true threat to him.

Even worse though is when he looks at you like he wants nothing more than to devour you whole, his gaze scorching along your skin and imprinting itself upon you like a brand.

There's a whisper in the back of your mind, challenging you to let him try, to see the surprise on his handsome face as you turn the tables and sink your claws into that warm skin and ruin him ever so slowly and thoroughly.

Gods, what are you thinking.

Has it truly been so long since you've had pleasure with another that you're allowing yourself to fantasize about that arrogant, impulsive, murderous snake! You would sooner stab one of your daggers through your own heart than lay with someone like him.

An agonised screan shatters your internal debate and before your mind can catch up, your legs break into a desperate run. Unbidden, the viper's threats thunder in your ears and your heart slams against your ribcage as you race towards the noise. You skid to a stop at the open doorway, taking in the scene before you warily, there is shattered glass and spilt wine across the floor.

Tyrion looks at you worriedly as you enter and your uncle sits at his desk, scribbling away at letters like nothing is amiss. A small sniffle draws your attention to the owner of the scream, Cersie sits crumbled on the ground with her head bowed low and shoulders shaking.

Any animosity between you flees your mind as you rush to her side and crouch before her. She flinches as you rest your hand gently on her shoulder before sagging against the touch when she hears your soft voice.

"Cersei what's happened, what's wrong?"

You try to keep all urgency out of your voice but panic is creeping through your heart. Jamie is absent, has something happened to him? Is it the children? The woman before you continues to cry quietly and that terrifies you beyond reason.

"Cersei tell me what's wrong." You murmur and though she lifts her head, she's looking right through you.

"My daughter." She croaks and your heart clenches with dread. Surely the Dornish wouldn't be so spiteful as to harm an innocent child?

"My only daughter."

"Where is she? Where's Myrcella?" Your voice shakes, fear spiking through your body and curdling your blood.

"They're taking her from me." Cercei whispers and you frown in confusion before you lift her to her feet and walk her to a chair, she clings to your hand even after she is seated and your heart hurts at seeing her so broken.

"Who is taking her?" You demand, looking between Tyrion and Tywin and the former shakes his head ever so subtly as if to plead for you to drop it.

"No one is taking her, she is doing her duty." Your uncle drawls and your spine stiffens as you turn fully to face him.

"What duty could she possibly have to fulfil, she is a child!"

Your anger draws his piercing stare but you refuse to be intimidated and lift your chin in defiance.

"She is a princess. Her duty is to the well-being of her house, as is yours though you choose to selfishly neglect it." He spits and you bristle with rage. "Her marriage will unify two families that have hated each other for years and with their alliance we will be well prepared for when the Targaryen girl crosses the sea."

Two families that have hated each other for years? You wrack your brain but that could be anyone, countless houses hate yours.

Wait.

There is however only one house who ever truly stood successfully against the Targaryens before.

House Martell.

Oh no.

"You're sending her to Dorne." You mutter in disbelief and tighten your grip on Cersei's hand as she shudders.

Your uncle doesn't even see fit to give you and answer and your disbelief quickly morphs into outrage.

"You cannot send her to Dorne! If the rumours about Elia Martell and her children are true, they will either kill her out of sheer spite or use her as a hostage until their desire for vengeance is satisfied!"

"They will do no such thing." Tywin glares at you. "They want this alliance as much as we do."

"If you truly believe that then you are a fool." You sneer. "You honestly think this isn't the opportunity they've waited for all this time?"

Your uncle rises with frightening speed from his seat, fixing you with a lethal glare.

"You have no idea what you're talking about and will do well to learn your place. You have been allowed to go unchecked for too long because my brother is soft and weak." He snarls.

"If you were my daughter you would have been dealt with and married off years ago and make no mistake, though I am not your Father, I do have the power to still do so as head of this family. Continue to defy my orders and I will see to it that you finally become of some use whether you like it or not."

His threat cleaves you to the bone as angry tears fill your eyes and you look away before he can spot any sign of weakness and pounce on it. You hear him huff before sitting back down and resuming his writing.

"Get out of my sight, both of you." He declares, pointing at both you and Tyrion. "I wish to speak with my daughter alone."

You glare at him before looking at Cersei, who during your spat has schooled her emotions behind a wall of ice, she nods at you sharply and squeezes your hand which you return as reassuringly as you are able before letting go and storming from the room and slamming the door behind you.

Taking a deep breath does little to quell the fire in your blood and as you grow increasingly frustrated over Myrcella's situation, your mind snaps to a certain Dornishman. Is this the business he teased you with earlier?

A snarl rips from your throat and you stride through the hallway, barely acknowledging Tyrion who calls after you. He shouts your name, followed by a plea to stop and think and he sighs when he sees you wordlessly shake your head.

"Where are you going? He yells, unease settling in his stomach when you calmly reply.

You have no clue where to start your hunt for Oberyn. Do you return to the brothel? Enquire as to where he is staying in the keep?

"To hunt a snake."

**

You are mulling over options in your mind when you hear the hushed giggles of the prince's name from the other side of the wall. You pull yourself back before anyone can see you and strain your ears to listen to the gossiping handmaidens that are coming your way.

"…sat in the gardens with the Stark girl. Alone no less!"

"She's probably hoping he'll seduce her and whisk her away from her husband!"

You grind your teeth in irritation and push away from the wall, glaring at them both as you glide past and you don't miss the way they audibly gulp.

"I'm sure you both have better things to be doing than spitting foul rumours." You call and they have the decency to look ashamed before nodding and scurrying away.

The gardens have always been your favourite place here, the place you go to calm your mind is always peaceful and quiet and it's not long before the prince's smooth drawl reaches your ears as you make your way through the vibrant greenery.

You still for a moment when you see them, Sansa's head is tilted back as a loud laugh leaves her and Oberyn is sprawled in his chair grinning and gesturing with his hands as he lazily regales some wild tale of his heroics.

The sunlight shines off his short curls, causing them to glow with golden light and you briefly imagine what they'd feel like beneath your fingers before you mentally slap yourself to remember why you are here.

The young wolf notices you first, her grin widening as she calls your name in delight and beckons you closer. Your anger recedes for the moment as you smile warmly at her, floating over to wrap her in a gentle hug.

It is hard however, to keep it restrained when the second your name leaves her lips you feel the suffocating weight of the Dornish prince's hot gaze upon you.

The corner of your eye catches the subtle shift in his body as he straightens ever so slightly, clearly reacting to what he now percieves as a danger and you grin darkly at the thrill of illiciting such a reaction from the arrogant warrior.

"Won't you join us for some cakes?" Sansa beams up at you and you shake your head softly, feeling guilty as her eyes colour with disappointment.

"Maybe later sweetling, I'm afraid I must steal away your companion for a moment."

Oberyn's dark eyes bore into yours when you finally look at him, a small curl to his lips as he regards you with amusement and something else in his stare that you can't quite put your finger on. He seems to take a moment to contemplate gracing you with his presence, his fingers stroking the neatly trimmed beard and impatience spikes in your blood, plucking at your nerves.

"You have nothing to fear Prince, I will return you in once piece. Now if you'd be so kind as to follow me I'd like a word." You mock sweetly, ignoring the troubled glance that Sansa casts between you.

Infuriatingly, Oberyn merely smirks at you, his voice like warm honey drizzled over your skin as he leans forward.

"I have no concern as to how I will return. You are not the brave, ferocious Lions you wish to believe you are. You snarl and gnash your teeth but it is for show. When the time comes you cannot bring yourselves to bite." He taunts, smirking deeper when you take a step towards him in barely concealed rage.

He surges from the chair to meet you, graceful and quick, his sweet breath mingling with your own as your eyes lock in silent challenge.

"Do you wish to prove me wrong little lion? Maybe you do like to bite after all."

"That is enough." You hiss. "Will you stop fooling around and come with me or not?"

Oberyn's laugh is gleeful and teasing as he draws away, winking as he plucks a berry from the bowl on the table and pops it in his mouth.

"After you my lady."

He somehow makes the title sound both sensual and insulting at the same time and your stomach flutters even as you glare, jerking your head for him to follow as you offer Sansa a strained smile before weaving your way through the trees and around hedges.

Lost in your own mind as you attempt to gather your thoughts, you hardly realise how far you've walked and you startle as the prince speaks up, bringing your attention to where you are.

"Are you hoping to lead me far enough away that no one can hear me scream?"

You're too preocupied looking around to feel irritated by him, this is the place you used to come so no one could find you. Your own little secret, a secluded area of the vast gardens brimming with beautiful wild flowers and lots of hidden alcoves along the walls.

In the middle stands an old fountain and your fingers absentmindedly stroke over the weathered stone.

"I wouldn't have took you for the screaming type." You retort, wonderment taking any true malice out of the jibe and Oberyn looks at you in surprise, smirking.

"Oh I can be quite vocal if the situation calls for it." He purrs.

His lewd teasing serves to snap you out of your dream-like trance and your head whips in his direction as you narrow your eyes at him.

"Cersei's daughter is being shipped off to Dorne to be married to your nephew, apparently your house is suddenly interested in an alliance. Did you know anything about this?" You demand sharply but if you were expecting Oberyn to look offended or even aggrivated, you are seriously disappointed.

He looks bored, his eyes roaming over your hideaway lazily as he strokes his fingers over the flowers he passes by whilst he walks.

"Of course I did." He shrugs, appearing to be focusing intently upon the delicate petals beneath his finger tips, but instead he's watching you like a hawk from the corner of his eye. Revelling in the violence of your reaction when he drawls his next words deliberately.

"Who's idea did you think it was?"

You jerk as if his words are a physical slap and hot rage consumes your body wickedly fast, making it almost impossible to breathe as you throw yourself to your feet.

"What. did. you. say?" Your voice is a vicious bark, each word dripping with venom as your eyes pierce through him.

He watches you smugly, an eyebrow raised as if telling you that you heard him well enough.

"Why." You demand. "Why would you encourage an alliance when you have made it abundantly clear you loathe us."

He sighs and tuts at you like you're silly for even asking, if he has an ulterior motive then of course he won't disclose it to you.

"I loathe your family yes, but we do not have to like it each other to form an alliance of mutual benefit." He shrugs slyly. "I merely saw an opportunity and gave my advice."

"Do not lie to me! I am not blind and I am most certainly not stupid." You spit, sweeping across the garden in a swirl of fury until you're almost nose to nose. "Do you think that one of ours in your grasp, isolated from the rest of her family, will give you an advantage over us?"

Oberyn's eyes rove over your face, a wicked gleam in there depths but he says nothing, you have a mind for strategy he considers with a hint of dark interest. Your suspicion allows you to guess with stunning accuracy what he is doing, something not even the great strategist, Tywin Lannister, had done.

He's far too arrogant to assume someone would try to manipulate him but it seems you do not share the same hubris as the rest of your family and surprisingly it only serves to intrigue him further. He feels almost... proud? No, that can't be right.

You are correct in fact that by the princess being in Dorne, he will have an advantage. If the girl weds his nephew the Lannisters will not dare attack Dorne when he finally takes his revenge, out of fear of putting her at risk and Oberyn plans on fully exploiting that weakness.

Your eyes flicker searchingly over his and he swallows thickly, feeling like you're examining his soul.

"You do not need to answer I can see it in your eyes. You are using an innocent child to further your desire for revenge. You disgust me" You murmur, hatred bubbling like acid in your belly and you yelp in shock when a strong hand stops you from turning away, yanking you into a warm, solid chest.

Oberyn's eyes are blazing as he looks down at you, his teeth bared into a snarl as long fingers sink into the flesh of your arm.

"I disgust you? That girl will be treat with kindness and respect which is more than your vile family deserves." He seethes.

You snap and with a surge of adrenaline you shove him as hard as you can, he stumbles back and before he can regain his balance you are on him.

Slamming his back into the cold stone behind him, your dagger is in your hand and at his throat blindingly fast and your chests brush against each other with every heaving breath. His pupils are blown wide as his eyes rake darkly over every inch of your face, only considering the blade at his throat for a moment before his heavy lidded gaze is faced with your wrath .

"I promise you this my Prince." Your voice a low, thunderous growl. "Should anything happen to Mrycella, should she even feel the slightest bit at threat, there will be no place in the Seven Kingdom's you can hide from me."

Oberyn's grin is languid and dangerous as he considers you, tongue sweeping slowly across the seam of his lips and his voice oozing honey.

"The imp said you were quick to strike out at others, you are quite the reckless little thing aren't you." He taunts.

"Says the man that walks among my family spouting brazen threats and doesn't expect this kind of response upon taking one of our own."

"Oh I expected this kind of response sweet girl." He rasps, sending a shiver down your spine. "What I did not expect was you."

His eyes drift to your mouth and yours almost fall to his before you go deathly still as the tip of a blade taps along your ribs, eyes snapping back up and cursing as a smirk tugs at his lips. He'd been purposefully distracting you and he wants you to know you'd fallen for it, now the two of you are locked in a stalemate glaring at one another.

"Let me guess, I probably won't die from the stab wound itself but your blade is poisoned?"

Oberyn cocks an eyebrow like he's daring you to find out and with gritted teeth you pull away, raising your dagger as a sign of peace before sheathing it away.

"Ever the Viper." You mock.

He offers you a sinful smile, as if your venomous words had been the most flattering compliment and you're forced to look away as the last of your anger begins to burn out. It leaves you feeling weary and vulnerable and it seems your heart can't take it as you sneak a wary glance at him again.

Fuck he's beautiful.

He's in blue today you suddenly allow yourself to notice, the colour making him look positively ethereal. Why does the man who makes you want to kill him, and you're positive wants to kill you, have to be the most beautiful human being you've ever laid your eyes upon.

You've literally just threatened each other's lives and know you're admiring him? What is wrong with you. You sigh tiredly, perching yourself on the ledge of the fountain and praying the man will take the hint and leave you be.

He doesn't.

He twirls the dagger in his hand as he watches you quietly, you look exhausted and the tiniest bit of guilt gnaws at him before he shoves away as quick as it appears. He means what he said with the dagger to his throat, he hadn't expected you.

When he planned his revenge he had expected it to be difficult, for the Lannister's to watchful of him. But not like you. You are suspicious, cunning, wickedly clever and for some reason, he doesn't understand, he can't refrain from needling you and baiting your anger so he can retaliate with his own.

Sooner or later one of you is going to cross a line you cannot come back from and he despises the thought of being denied his revenge because you both can't pretend be civil.

"You know I had thought to sort you out earlier." He lies smoothly, offering you a charmingly soft smile when you look over at him like he's sprouted a second head.

"Why on earth would you do that? You scoff. "I should think you would wish to stay far away from any Lannister, which by the way you've failed spectacularly at by coming to King's Landing."

He bristles at your snarky reply instantly and stalks closer until he's standing above you, desperately willing himself to ignore the delicous way his stomach coils when you peer up at him beneath your lashes.

"I wanted to apologise for my unpleasant behaviour towards you last night and again this morning, you yourself had done nothing to deserve my hostility. But maybe if you insist on threatening me and lashing me with your barbed tongue instead of accepting an apology then my actions so far have been warranted."

Oberyn's sweet tone quickly turns poisonous, any plans of faking civility with you reduced to ash as he glares at you. Your lips part as you laugh in disbelief and he's struck with an overflowing well of hatred mixed with the burning desire to silence your attitude with his lips on yours.

You rise slowly and deliberately, giving him plenty of time to back away but he doesn't and you don't intend to accommodate him. You are chest to chest again for the gods knows what time since meeting the wild eyed prince and the tension grows thicker than when you'd held your weapons to one another as your harsh breaths fan across one another's skin.

"You act as if I've personally had a hand in everything that has ever been done wrong to you because I happened to be birthed into a family you hate. You threaten my family, scheme to send away my young cousin to a place where you know she will be despised and alone, so you can gain some misguided upper hand and you expect me to what? Forgive it all because you had thought to seek me out with an insincere apology and weak honeyed words? Oh forgive me for not swooning."

The air grows heavier around you, the viciousness you feel when he is close to you is startling but you cannot temper it.

Maybe it's because for a moment you had allowed yourself to want him and his rejection because of who you are has hurt more than you wanted to admit.

You curse yourself as even now your eyes drop to his lips and you have to bite down painfully on yours to keep yourself from lunging at him. The action draws his gaze and a fire burns beneath the warm chocolate of his eyes as his body trembles.

"You Lannisters are all the same." He seethes. "You stand on your mountain of gold, condemning others actions whilst acting blind to the horrors of your own. You think yourselves high and mighty when the poorest beggar in this shithole of a city is worth ten of you. You're nothing but a bunch of murderous leeches."

Your gasp echoes in the otherwise silent gardens and your hand whips towards his face before you even think of it yet the impact never comes. Instead warm fingers grip your wrist in a bruising hold as Oberyn's dark eyes flash down at you.

For what feels like an eternity he remains painfully silent, glaring at you with an intensity that makes you quake in his hold as the volatile tension morphs into something no less violent, but entirely different.

His breathing is chaotic, he's trying frantically to regain his self control as searing heat roars in his veins and when you try to pull back his grip tightens and draws you achingly close. He leans down until his nose nudges yours and his hot breath hits your lips.

"Oberyn-"

The breathy sound of his name forces him to bite down a groan, the sound so sweet from your lips, and his eyes darkening rapidly.

"Try and strike me again sweet one, and I won't be held responsible for what happens next." He threatens lowly and your eyes flutter closed as arousal mortifyingly curls in your belly. Your voice is barely above a whisper when your eyes open slowly to watch him.

"Will you kill me noble Prince? Because then I have news for you Oberyn, you'll be no better than those you seek justice against. I've never harmed another soul, can you honestly tell me the same?" You challenge and for a moment there's a hint of softness as warm gentle fingers hover along your jaw.

"I will never harm you little lion." He finds himself promising despite himself, gripping your chin in his fingers and tilting your face up to his. Your breath falters as his eyes go from soft to sinfully hot in a flash. "But I will make you scream."

A broken moan escapes your lips before you can choke it back and Oberyn's increasingly threadbare restraint snaps. Just as he lunges forward, his mouth millimetres from crashing to yours, the sound of a plate clattering to the ground causes you to rip yourself from his grasp.

You head whips wildly in the direction of the noise, your heart hammering in your chest as Sansa stares at you wide eyed.

"I'm sorry, you were gone so long, I just wanted to check you were alright." She rushes out, distressed as she looks between you, the Prince and the plate of cakes on the floor. "I'm sorry."

You scramble further away from Oberyn to go to her side, helping her scoop up the mess as you inwardly attempt to slow your racing heart and ease your panic.

"Sansa it's okay, it's just a bit of mess." You gently reassure her giving her a one armed hug as you both rise." Prince Oberyn and I are fine, we were just working out some…issues."

The excuse sounds pathetic even to your ears but thankfully she doesn't press you further. You loop your arm in hers as you suggest going back into the main garden, she asks Oberyn if he's coming and though his eyes avoid yours as he declines, his gaze is a demanding weight on the back of your neck as you walk away.

You cannot resist one last glance before you round the corner and this time he doesn't look elsewhere, dark, turbulent eyes bore into your own and you inhale sharply before the connection is broken by the wall of foliage between you.

"I'm not going to pry." Sansa speaks up and you turn to her nervously. "I just hope you know what you're doing." She murmurs, worry pinching her features and you squeeze her arm, words failing you as you try to tell her of course you know.

But truthfully?

You have no idea what you are doing.

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[throwawayfish]

summary: moving from new york city to the outerbanks was already difficult in itself. but having to deal with being hated by a blonde surfer who questioned your existence made it harder to keep a secret you cannot disclose. especially when his friends roped you into what they called a gold game

all-inclusive warnings: angst, brief mention of abandonment, drug and alcohol use, smoking, fighting, sexual inuendos, jealousy, lowercase intended, typos for sure, mentions a few happenings in the show, language, mentions of abuse, mild derogatory terms, fluff, adoption, mentions of death

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: you try to be on the low as possible in the outerbanks because of issues you try to avoid. meanwhile, a blonde pogue has different plans.

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[yoongii-ah]

Spring Day (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: The First Date (Part 1)

After your morning hike with Min Yoongi, he asked you out for dinner at his apartment. Neither of you wanted the day to end, and you happily accepted the invite. After reflecting on your previous relationship back home, you realized just how comfortable you felt around Yoongi, even though you had only known him for a few days. The conversation at dinner was interesting, to say the least, and just when you thought that Yoongi was one of the most introverted people you had ever met, you realized he wasn’t the person you thought he was…  

 Warnings: Mild alcohol consumption, Y/N cuts her finger lightly while prepping food (not graphic), one f-bomb

Word count: 3,0523k

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This one is going to be a sloooow burn, but I still wanted something reasonably realistic for this story. I had been thinking about this chapter for a few days until I finally sat down at my computer after finishing (and procrastinating) some homework. I’m hoping to write Chapter 4 (part 2) some time mid next week! Someone keep me accountable… Enjoy!

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“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Yoongi asked calmly, hands still in his pockets, his cheeks a little pink. He seemed nervous for the first time since you met.

“I – yes, I would” you answered, also feeling a little embarrassed. It was as if you were a teenager all over again, being asked out by your high school crush. Why do I have butterflies in my stomach? I barely know him… you thought as you avoided his eye contact momentarily.

Yoongi smiled wide, trying to meet your gaze. “Great. How about tonight?”

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, thoughts drifting once you had finally finished getting ready for your date. You slipped on the little black dress that sat at the back of your closet, some high heels, and had curled your hair. Your appearance was a stark contrast to how you looked earlier this morning after your hike. Your hairline was sweaty, and cheeks tinted pink on your drive back home, and embarrassment and self-consciousness quickly rushed over you. How long had it been since you had spent a few hours alone with another man?

Thoughts of your ex crept back into your mind as you reminisced of the last few weeks you spent with your boyfriend back home before you moved to South Korea. He was disappointed that you had ever considered moving away from him, but he never once offered to come with you. He never offered to even visit you. It summed up how compromise didn’t exist in your relationship. He couldn’t understand how this opportunity would help excel your career in ways you never imagined. The contract is only for one year, you remembered arguing with him. It didn’t matter; it seemed as though his mind was made up about the ending of your relationship as soon as you took the job.

You reached for your tinted lip gloss that sat on your bathroom counter. After applying it, you stepped into your bedroom and took one final look in the full-length mirror that sat in the corner. Your calves looked toned while standing in your favourite high heels you were thankful you packed. At least you would be comfortable this evening, which was one less thing to worry about.

It wasn’t like you were actually worried about dinner with Yoongi, it was just nerve racking. He had invited you over to his apartment after the hike and it took you by surprise. He seemed eager to see you again so quickly, and you also felt like you didn’t want the time you spent together this morning to end.

“I’ll cook” he reassured you after extending the invite.

“I’d offer to help, but Korean cuisine isn’t my specialty” you half-laughed. “Maybe I could be of some assistance in another way” you added, without realizing the hidden inuendo of your offer.

You checked your phone while walking out of your bedroom to the front door where your purse and coat hung. Yoongi had texted you his address and elevator key code earlier this afternoon. You felt calmer after he had also shared where he lived so willingly. A habit you had kept while dating back home was to always meet in public spaces until you got to know someone better. People are crazy, your friends would say, just meet him at a bar and we can always call you if the date goes badly. You missed having their friendship in the past few months, but you felt confident Yoongi wasn’t crazy. There was something about him that you couldn’t quite explain, but you had never felt more comfortable accepting his invitation to his home.

You typed the address into your Maps app on your phone since you were unfamiliar with the address and neighbourhood and locked the door behind you.

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When you pulled into the designated visitor parking located underground, you weren’t sure where you were exactly. The building above looked like a corporate office, not an apartment. The security guard at the gates asked for your name when you pulled up.

“I’m here to see Min Yoongi, my name is Y/N…” you explained without being asked. The security guard smiled kindly at you, glanced at the tablet in his hands, and pressed the button to open the gates and let you in.

“Please hang this pass in your rear-view mirror. You’ll have to give it back whenever you leave” he handed you a pass with some numbers and letters combined, along with a QR code. This looks really official you thought to yourself as you hung it on the mirror and continued to drive through the gates. After parking, you located the elevator, entered the code, and pushed the button to Yoongi’s floor.

You collected yourself for a moment in the elevator, checking your appearance in the mirrors before stepping out. After locating the correct apartment door, you knocked and heard some footsteps come to the door that were accompanied by a few different locks being unlocked from the inside.

“Hi…” Yoongi smiled at you, his eyes crinkling. He was wearing black dress pants and a plain white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. His sleeves were rolled up and a kitchen towel hung over his left shoulder.

The butterflies were back in your stomach, and it felt like no time and all time had passed since you last saw him this morning. “Hi…” you whispered back. He gestured for you to step inside.

“Let me take your coat. Did you have any troubles finding the building?” he asked as he stepped behind you to remove your jacket from your shoulders, his hands brushing against the backs of your arms.

“My phone did a good job of getting me here. I haven’t been to this neighbourhood before… is it mostly businesses in this area?” your conversation felt too formal, but it did feel a bit odd to arrive at a giant building with glass windows.

“Somewhat, both businesses and personal apartments are located in this building…” he paused while hanging your jacket and purse in the entrance closet. “I actually work on a different floor.” You turned around to face him, a bit stunned in his answer. You finally had a chance to break eye contact and glance around the entrance. This apartment was elegant and vast.

You followed him down the hallway and into the open concept kitchen and living room, in awe of the modern design and décor. Everything seemed so new, clean, and simple. “Have you lived here long?” you inquired, hoping it wasn’t too personal of a question.

“A few years I think…” Yoongi muttered, stepping in front of the kitchen island collecting a few vegetables on a cutting board. He changed the subject, “how do you feel about dicing?” he locked your gaze. You smiled and he slid the cutting board and knife to the other side of the island for you. Chopping vegetables while he prepared the meal felt oddly intimate, and you were happy to stand opposite of him. As silenced passed over your conversation briefly, you could hear faint classical music playing from the speakers located in the living room. As you chopped a red pepper, you glanced around to see a piano and acoustic guitar that sat in the corner. On the other side of the living room, plain leather couches with no pillows sat across from each other, and a stereo system sat against the wall in between them. You found it comforting there was no giant flatscreen tv.

“Ouch…” you mumbled as the knife you held in your right hand scraped against the opposite’s knuckle, immediately stinging. Blood trickled down your finger to match the colour of the pepper that was diced on the board.

“Come here” said Yoongi, as you walked to his side of the kitchen island. He turned the sink tap to cold water and grabbed your arm. He held your wrist as the cold water rushed over your fingers, relieving the sting from the pepper.

“I’m sorry, I let my thoughts drift for only a moment and ruined the pepper” you hadn’t stood this close to each other, even when taking a photo from earlier today. His chest pressed against the back of your shoulder, and you could smell a sweet musky scent from his hair product.

“It’s just a pepper, I can get another from the fridge. I don’t have a spare finger in there though” he joked, showing his dry sense of humour. As he laughed you felt his breath at the base of your neck. You looked over your shoulder and locked eyes, smiling and letting out a small laugh.

“If you did, I think I’d have to run” you smiled widely, feeling at ease.

Yoongi bandaged your finger, holding your hand carefully, and tossed the old pepper in the garbage. He found a new one from the fridge crisper, along with a new cutting board and knife, and you focused on the task at hand while dicing the pepper with full concentration. By the time you had finished, Yoongi had prepared the rest of the meal on the stove top and added your peppers as the final touch.

“I guess I wasn’t much help” you admitted. “Thank you for cooking tonight.”

“I enjoy it, it’s meditative” he replied calmly, plating your dish and his. “Minus the carnage” he winked at you, teasing. “It’s also nice having someone around to cook for” he added, glancing up to meet your eyes, your breath catching. The evening had turned intimate quickly as you felt like you were both getting to know each other so well. After spending the majority of your morning hike in comfortable silence, it felt nice to have some relaxed conversation. He placed both meals at the dining table, the cutlery already set and a small candle burning in the middle. He motioned to the chair opposite of him as he pulled it out slightly, and you slid onto the chair.

“Do you drink?” Yoongi asked, already grabbing a bottle of wine from the rack located at the side of the kitchen island.

“Yes, please” you said with a sigh of relief, as he uncorked the bottle and grabbed two wine glasses from a shelf, placing one in front of you. After pouring both of your glasses, he set the bottle down on the table and sat across from you. You glanced at the label and held your breath. It was an expensive bottle of wine, definitely nothing you had ever tried before since it was out of your budget. Your mind raced to all the times you had seen it listed at the top of the menu at any fancy restaurant you had been to; how much was it again?

Yoongi saw your expression and explained nonchalantly, “it was a birthday gift, don’t feel badly about the price”. He read your mind as your tried to calm your expression, feeling flushed. The town car, the empty park this morning, the security guard, the apartment design, the furniture, the bottle of wine… You had finally realized that this was a man with a great deal of money. Who else could afford to live in this style of building? You began to feel a bit panicked while you realized you could never match Yoongi’s wealth with your current salary.

You cleared your throat and shook your head to clear the intruding thoughts, “thank you again for cooking and sharing this bottle of wine with me, I really appreciate it.” You were starting to sound too formal again from your awkwardness, and Yoongi could sense it. He changed the topic.

“Tell me something more about the list you were writing in the café, I only know one item we crossed off this morning” he took a bite of his food, leaving the conversation up to your as he chewed.

“It’s more of a to-do list” you replied, hesitant to be completely truthful with him. You had only known each other for a few days, but you were also a terrible liar. “The work contract I took is only for one year, and six months have already passed by. I didn’t realize how little I had seen and done in Seoul, never mind South Korea, so I started to make a list before I go back home.” You put a spoonful of food in your mouth, so you had an excuse to stop talking.

Yoongi crossed his brows briefly, “I didn’t know you were only visiting Seoul temporarily.” His tone sounded disappointed, but he continued, “would you ever extend your work contract?”

“I’m not sure if that’s an option for foreigners” you replied softly after finishing chewing, trying to quickly shove another bite of food in your mouth. You wanted this part of the conversation to end. It felt like your bad luck really. You had spent only a few hours combined with this wonderful man, and you were already talked about having to leave and return home. Now it was your turn to change the conversation.

“How long have you been at your job for?” staying on the topic of work.

“Mmm”, Yoongi confirmed as he took a sip of his wine. “I think it’s been almost 10 years now.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me what type of business you do…” eluding to the apartment you were sitting in.

“I write music, songs… for other artists” Yoongi took a sip of his wine and expanded on his answer. “Music is the only thing I’m good at.” Sensing a little awkwardness from the conversation, Yoongi took another sip of wine and turned the conversation light. “Do you play any instruments?”

“I do, but not very well. It’s mostly a hobby, but I wouldn’t call it a talent” you replied while glancing over at the black piano and guitar sitting in the corner.  

“What can you play?”

“I started taking piano lessons at a young age and learned the guitar just for fun when I was a teenager. I also play the drums…” you added, looking to see his expression change.

“Like, drums?” Yoongi inquired, motioning with his hands, using his cutlery as if he were playing an imaginary drum kit in front of him.

“Yeah, my dad used to play when he was younger, so I think I got that talent from him” you laughed at his imaginary playing.

“I though you said you didn’t have any musical talent…” he grinned at you, one corner of his mouth turning up.

“What about you? You write music, you obviously play the piano and guitar, do you sing?”  You were thankful the conversation had turned light with a little bit of flirting in the air.

Yoongi paused with no expression on his face, watching you take another bite of your meal. Your questions were confirming his thoughts when he had met you briefly at the café.

“No,” he smiled and scoffed, “I can’t hold a tune.”

“I find that hard to believe” you add, taking a sip of your wine. You were starting to feel full from the home cooked meal and warm from the alcohol. Alcohol tended to make your conversation braver, and you were thankful that the attention was currently on Yoongi. “If you write so many songs for other artists, I’m sure you could sing one yourself. Could you play me something later?”

Yoongi paused again, and his eye contact suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The playful banter you were just having had seemed to pause, and you could sense a little tension in the air. You cleared your throat, embarrassed, and feeling like you had pushed the conversation too far.

Yoongi finished his meal and took the last sip of his wine glass. You noticed his cheeks were also a little flushed, and you wondered if it was from embarrassment or alcohol. You hoped the latter…

“Sure” he said softly and hesitantly. “But first, I think I need another glass of wine for liquid courage.”

You softly laughed and relaxed, appreciating his humour again. Your conversation with Yoongi is something you were coming to appreciate. His replies were well spoken, and he was a great listener.

“Should I fill your glass too?” he asked, reaching for the middle of the table, and uncorking the bottle again.

“Please, liquid courage sounds good.”

And just like that, the tension was relieved as you both smiled, mouths wide and eyes crinkling as he poured the remaining bottle into yours and his glass.

- - - - - - - -

You offered to wash up since Yoongi had spent the evening cooking and topping up your wine class. You placed the rubber gloves over your hands, making sure that your carefully wrapped bandage wouldn’t get wet in the dish water. Yoongi disappeared for a moment, and you noticed in the silence of your washing, the classical background music had stopped. Comfortable silence filled the apartment and you noted that was another thing you appreciated about Yoongi. His words were sincere, and he never felt the need to fill the air with meaningless conversation. As you were drying the dishes and placed them on the rack, you heard footsteps in the corner of the room, followed by the sound of soft piano keys.

You slipped off the rubber gloves and turned around, watching Yoongi play a few broken melodies on the piano before settling on a song. You walked toward him, being careful to not get too close or disrupt his playing. From behind you could see his right hand played a few chords gracefully as his left hand played a lower melody, his hand moving swiftly across the bottom keys of the piano. After a few seconds, you immediately recognized the song. You had heard it many times in your own apartment while listening to the radio to distract yourself from your own thoughts. Since Korean wasn’t your strongest language, you recognized and could sing along to a few of the lyrics, but not the whole song. You listened to him play the intro as a smile crept onto your face, appreciating his talent.

You were immediately impressed that he was the one to write this song that had played on the radio dozens of times. You were just starting to sway a little bit to the music but stopped as soon as Yoongi opened his mouth. The smile that came across your face immediately vanished, and chills came over your entire body as the light hairs on your arms stood up. You felt a little dizzy, but knew the wine wasn’t to blame.

He wasn’t the one to only write the song that was so popularly played on radio stations across Seoul, you would recognize that voice anywhere. He fucking sang it.

#bts #bts fanfic #btsfanfic #minyoongi #min yoongi #minsuga #min suga #yoongi fanfic #yoongifanfic #sugafanfic #suga fanfic #bangtan #springday #agustd #agustdfan

[azaraspirit]

i wrote a thing. a little dad mob tom cuz @duskholland inspired me lol and i miss his buzz cut 😩 @geminiparkers @cicicantblog @fancyxparker @perspectiveparker @ethereal-beauty-p @its-a-leap-of-faith-kid

warnings: none just some mild sexual inuendo at the end

Since Tom retired being in charge of the mob, he stayed home to be a full time dad to your infant daughter, Lilly. He’s been suppressing to be a father for way too long and he wanted to spend every moment with his daughter that he could.

He’s been playing with her all day. Lilly was four years old now and recently developed an obsession with gum after Uncle Harrison let her have some. Tom didn’t think it was a bad idea. That was until she stuck some in his hair as a joke. Tom tried to get it out himself but was only making it worse. It was mid day so you were already at work. He reached out to his nanny who helped around the house and also tended to his personal care needs such as his hair. She tried to cut as least as she could but in the end the gum was too close to his scalp and she was forced to shave it all off.

Tom groaned as he looked in the mirror. “Oh god. It’s gone. All gone.”

“I’m sorry sir. There was no other way.” his hair dresser apologized.

“It’s okay, Teresa, I’m just worried at what Y/n will think of it…” He kept his eyes on his reflection, rubbing his freshly shaved scalped with his palm. “I don’t look too bad...do I?”

“I think it looks good on you sir. What do you think Lilly?”

The little girl looked up from her dolls she was playing with on the floor next to them. “Daddy looks handsome!”

Tom gave her a quizzing look. “Where did you learn that word from, Lilly?”

“That’s what mommy calls you.”

Tom’s cheeks flushed red and chuckled. “Of course, she does. You think mommy will like it?” he asked.

Lilly nodded, giggling. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It was only a joke.”

“Hey, it’s okay. C’mere little one.” Tom picked her up and kissed her forehead. “I know you didn’t mean it. He moved the full length mirror. “I still look pretty handsome though as mommy puts it yeah?”

Lilly giggles as she feels his head. “You feel like a fuzzy peach, Daddy!”

Tom laughs as his daughter plays with his shaved head. “That’s one way of describing it. Let’s surprise mom when she gets home.”

“Okay! Can we make her dinner?”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He turned to face Teresa. “Thank you for the help, Teresa. Ya know it actually feels kinda good not having all those curls.”

His maid smiled as she swept up his hair on the floor. “You’re welcome sir. I bet y/n will love it.”

You arrived home a couple hours later. It was killing Tom the whole time not telling you about the gum incident but he wanted to surprise you.

“Guys! I’m home!” you called. You sniffed the air, realizing that they were cooking something delicious in the kitchen. You set your things down and took off your coat, hanging it up before making your way to the kitchen.

“Hello, love.” Tom greeted as he saw you come in. Lilly was at the table coloring. “Mommy’s home!”

You gasped, your hands on your mouth as you stared at your husband. His hair was gone. All of it. Not a single curl left. “Thomas! What happened to your hair?” She hugged Lilly and kissed her head before she went back to coloring.

“Oh yeah…” He felt his shaved scalp again. “Lilly put gum in my hair and well...Teresa had to shave it off…”

You kept staring at him, making him feel self conscious. “You hate it.”

“No! I don’t hate it. Just....a shock is all.” You approached him to get a closer look and felt his scalp with your hand, giggling. “It tickles.”

“Lilly thinks I look handsome.” he told you.

You blushed. “Oh. I didn’t even think she was listening…” You knew very well she learned that from you.

“I’m still handsome though, yes?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You smiled. “Hm very. It actually looks really good on you.” You leaned closer to his ear so Lilly couldn’t hear. “You look sexy. Can’t wait to see how your fuzz will feel between my legs.”

“Y/n!”

[lovelivingmydreams]

Thank you guys: TS sides secret dating prank p1

As a thank you to my 230 followers. I decided to write out a concept I brought up a while ago. I know not everyone is here for my sides stuff, I'll write something for OUAT and Voltron too. So here's the first of the two part Sanders sides instalment of my 'secretly dating bet' idea.

Secret but not forbidden

Roman was pouting.

It wasn't very princely and he wasn't proud of it, but he was pouting none the less. Finally he gets Virgil to go on a quest with him and just about everything that could go wrong did.

Now he was dirty and soaked and injured.

“I can't believe you. Why in the world would you even go head to head with a manticore? What were you thinking?” Virgil mumbled as he helped Roman get to the bed in the abandoned cottage they found. Their first lucky break since they left the castle.

“I'm telling you falloutboy. I've fought more ferocious creatures than that and gotten away with barely a scratch… this one just got- argh!” Just then Roman accidentally moved his foot and a vicious sting shot through his body.

Virgil scowled as he took in Roman's pained expression. “Can't you just magic your injuries better? Or do you enjoy making me play nurse?”

Roman let out a flustered scoff at the accusation. “No! It's… I…it’s against the rules!”

Virgil blinked a few times in astonishment. “Rules…?”

Roman lifted his chin in defiance. “Unlike my brother I like to run a world where there is consistency and consequences. Until we get back to my room I’ll have to heal naturally,” he huffed as he turned away dramatically, ready for Virgil to berate him some more… but nothing came.

He turned back to Virgil and found the darker side looking at him thoughtfully.

“What?” he demanded.

Virgil shook his head and focused his attention on Roman's ankle.

“It' just… really mature of you… in your own way…” Virgil muttered as he ever so gently inspected the wound and tested how much movement it could handle.

Roman didn't realize he'd leaned in to see what he was doing until Virgil looked up and the tips of their noses came a hair’s width apart.

They both leaned back as fast as they could. Without another word, Virgil scrambled to his feet to get a fire started to warm them both up.

Roman took the time to consider the day’s events. If he was honest most of his misfortunes, with the exception of the unexpected downpour that had forced them to seek shelter, had one and the same cause. He had been distracted.

And not just today. He'd been noticing his tendency to get lost in thought when he was around a specific side a few weeks ago.

“I found some dry blankets,” Virgil announced, not quiet looking at him as he laid one next to Roman, another already wrapped around his own frame.

“Give me your cloak and stuff, I’ll lay it out to dry.”

Roman really, really wanted to protest, but he felt that would give him away so he just got it over with as fast as possible. And honestly, the warm blanket was worth the mild embarrassment.

Virgil sat down next to him.

“Your horses wouldn't happen to be the kind that always return in the end would they?”

Roman chuckled humorlessly. “They're not supposed to run off with all our supplies while we refill our canteens in the first place…” he should have tied them down better, but he had seen them brave much worse threats than a stray viper and he'd wanted to join Virgil at the river as soon as he could.

“I don't get it it's as if the entire realm…” then it clicked. “Oh…”

“Is that a good ‘Oh’ or a bad one?” Virgil asked tensely.

Roman blushed and looked back at his companion. “I… the imagination is playing out a different story than I thought… it's forcing us to follow the narrative.” His kingdom was trying to set him up.

“So you know what to do?” Virgil looked relieved. Roman was terrified.

“Yes. If I am right… well we could be home within the hour.” But everything would be different.

“That's great… isn't it?” Virgil picked up on Roman’s nervousness. Well, if he was going to risk it all he better go all in.

He took a deep breath and allowed his face to be soft, his eyes admiring, to show how he truly felt around his former adversary. He gently took Virgil's hand in his.

“Thank you, for saving me from the manticore… I am continuously astounded by your courage.”

Virgil blushed under Roman's praise and intense gaze, but he didn't look away.

“Virgil you are… I…” suddenly Roman felt soft lips gently touching his. The moment was over so fast he almost thought he might have imagined it. But then Virgil spoke. “Me too.”

Roman was ecstatic. He swiftly took hold of Virgil's face and kissed him properly.

And just when they parted they heard horses outside and a voice calling out for them.

“Deus ex machina?” Virgil scoffed dryly. The grin on his face took away from it though.

“Looks like we brought the story to it’s desired end. So… just to be clear…”

“Ugh. You want to hear me say it don't you?” Virgil complained.

“By the gods no. Not unless you want to. Just… we are officially dating, right?”

Virgil sighed. “Yes Princey. We're official. Now let's see about getting back so we can tell the others. Pat is going to freak!” Roman chuckled and let Virgil pull him up.

The man who'd followed their horses to their refuge had brought fresh clothes and some pain soothing herbs that would let Roman get home without too much trouble.

On their way Roman thought about everyone’s reactions… and out of nowhere he got an idea for an interesting once in a lifetime prank.

“Virgil?”

Virgil chuckled. “What? One kiss and you’ve got no more clever nicknames?” he teased.

Roman chuckled. “I have plenty don't you worry my dark knight in patched up armor. But I was wondering… what if we didn't tell anyone?”

Virgil grew silent. “you… don't want the others to know?” he asked tensely.

“My dear angel of darkness, I would love to shout from the rooftops that you are mine. But… what if we let them figure it out on their own?”

Virgil’s guarded expression immediately gave way to a mischievous gleam.

“Want to make it interesting?”

Roman was glad Virgil seemed on board. “I’m listening."

“Whoever does the thing that makes everyone realize we’re together has to plan our first official date.”

Roman nodded. “Alright, but some ground rules. We can’t straight up lie. And Remus doesn't count.” Virgil grinned wickedly. Already imagining the harmless chaos they were about to cause.

“Deal.” And with that they arrived at the gateway.

If the others noticed a difference when they got back, none of them mentioned it. To be fair their banter had steadily grown more and more flirty even before they confessed so the change might not raise any suspicion.

In all honesty it made their little game more exciting. They kept pushing the line of what they could get away with. Roman especially had a blast finding excuses to get close to Virgil and touch him casually in front of the others. His favorite was when one morning he took full advantage of Virgil's habit to sit on the kitchen counter for breakfast.

He stepped up to him and reached overh his head to get in the spice cabinet. He looked down at Virgil with a pleased grin when he noticed his boyfriend struggle to keep himself from checking him out. His sleepatire was much more casual and while he usually never left his room unless impeccably dressed and completely groomed, today he hadn't even combed his hair. Roman had found that Virgil had yet to deem any look on him unattractive and it had done wonders for his self image. So he let himself relax a little when it came to his appearance and man was it paying off.

"Eres tan lindo," he whispered lowly before stepping away, leaving Virgil to compose himself. Logan, who was reading the newspaper at the table didn't even spare them a glance.

While Roman liked proximity and sweet nothings as his hints to the others Virgil set up inuendo's and jumped on every opportunity to imply their relationship, remaining vague enough to be written of as something else.

"We both know who you think is the hottest of all of us. Fairest of them all, if you will, a hot topic..." he grinned during a game of truth or dare where Patton had dared Roman to give complement cards to the side they fit best with in his opinion.

Roman just threw up his hands and conceded.

“You got me there short, dark and handsome.” The jab at Virgil's height earned him a pillow to the face. And once again they flew straight under the radar.

The first real close call came from Remus. As expected honestly...

“Come on! I get why you are nit a fan of the classic princes, but Naveen and Tiana?!” Roman exclaimed gesturing to the paused screen that showed off the couple in question during their first wedding. They were sitting on the floor of Roman's room, cuddling underneath a blanket fort. Virgil had ran in earlier because he'd felt an attack coming up and wanted his boyfriend with him.

Once he'd calmed down Roman had made them both comfortable and got them some comfort snacks.

“They are fine. Tiana and Megara are my favorite Disney ladies. And Naveen is a well meaning airhead who can handle being humbled by a far more competent woman. But that,” Virgil gestured wildly at the screen. “Is not the best Disney kiss.”

“Alright. Then what is?” Roman demanded. Ready to defend this one. It was earned it came with magnificent outfits and the dialogue!

“This,” Virgil purred before laying one on Roman.

It was short and sweet and perfect. When Virgil pulled back he found his boyfriend looking rather pleased with himself. “What?”

“’So what you are saying is, I’m a Disney Prince?”

Virgil chuckled. “Well Thomas stole the show in a Disney production twice. And you are a Prince so…” Virgil didn't het to add anything else because Roman was now kissing him. It was a happy kiss. Playful and light but also earnest and…

“Roma…” when the door burst open they parted ways. Remus was balancing a pile of papers, props and fabrics related to whatever elaborate prank he’d come up with and didn't look at them in time to see them making out. But their position was far from platonic.

His eyes widened, he dropped everything and ran of screeching.

“Rude,” Roman muttered looking at the chaos his brother left behind.

“Leave it. He can clean it up himself. Let's finish the movie. Next one's my pick,” Virgil suggested, sitting back upright in a slightly less compromising position.

Roman considered going after Remus for a second. But he'd probably come back of his own accord.

And indeed. They'd only just settled back in after putting on Treasure Planet when the door flew open.

“See!?” Remus screeched gesturing to them in their fort.

He was talking to Janus, Patton and Logan who were taking in the scene.

“Did I misunderstand? Based of the description you provided I was under the impression we would find them in at the very least a state of undress.”

Virgil burst out laughing while Roman gasped scandalized.

“I'd never! Not without proper courting! Patton did I ever ask your permission to win Virgil' affections?”

“Pardon?” Virgil asked no longer laughing.

“If I were to ask you out it wouldn't be very princely to do so without Padre's approval,” Roman explained casually. "Then I’d ask you for the honor of taking you on a date.” Roman then turned back to their audience so he could pretend he wasn't aware of Virgil's blush.

“What exactly did he drag you lot here for?” he asked, sounding like he didn't even care.

“According to him you two were ‘going at it’?” Janus drawled narrowing his eyes at Roman. The snake might not approve of them. But Roman didn't really care about his opinion so it was fine.

Virgil groaned. “I… needed to calm down. Roman helped me out and we started watching Disney movies. We were not planning to do anything above a pg rating.”

“Oh… well… we'll let you get back to that then…” Patton smiled though he looked disappointed. Virgil was pretty sure he was rooting for them.

“Thanks Popstar,” he sighed relieved as Patton ushered the others outside. “Remus! Get your stuff to your side of the room at least!” Roman called after his brother. Remus reappeared in the doorframe with a pout. He started picking up his stuff as the door closed behind him.

Suddenly he heard Roman and Virgil chuckle. He looked up and they looked a lot cozier. Roman even kissed Virgil' hair. Dropping everything once more he jumped up and down pointing at them accusingly. “I knew it!” he screeched.

“If only your mind hadn't been in the gutter. Then it wouldn't have been so easy to keep it secret,” Roman grinned, relishing just a little in his brother's frustration.

“Your little stunt could've lost you the bet though,” Virgil countered.

Remus looked lost so Roman and Virgil explained the bet to him.

“So… what are you going to do? Tell everyone we're an item. Or help us?”

Remus grinned at his brother and his childhood friend.

"Let’s sow some chaos.”

@slytherin-halfblood you wanted to read something like this so here you go.

Part 2

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #ts sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #secretly dating #but fun #prinxiety

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Derek Hale & Melissa McCall, Cora Hale & Derek Hale, Melissa McCall & Talia Hale Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Cora Hale, Talia Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent Additional Tags: American Politics, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Humor, Developing Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Melissa McCall is a badass, and also the President of the United States, sexual inuendo, past Derek/Kate and Stiles/OFC mentioned, mild jealousy, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Derek-centric, when raised with love and stuff Derek can actually have almost-human emotions, shameless stealing from The West Wing, Alternate Universe - Human Summary:

Derek Hale is the Executive Secretary to the President of the United States, Melissa McCall. His life is complicated by his on-again-off-again relationship with her son Stiles.

#sterek #ficrec #raktajinos

[ao3feed-merlinarthur]

by SwanFloatieKnight

Arthur needs Merlins magical help to win a battle, urgently. But his boyfriend takes his time... or does he?

Words: 1145, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Merlin (TV), Dietrichsepik

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Inspired by Medieval Literature, Dietrichsepik - Freeform, Middle High German, Battle, Magic, Arthur Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Court Sorcerer Merlin (Merlin), Established Relationship, Boyfriends, Aftermath of battle, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, inuendos, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Hugs

#AO3 works tagged 'Merlin/Arthur Pendragon' #ao3feed #merthur #ao3feed merthur #ao3feed merlinarthur

[sussyaroace]

bffs wit benifents - Cash stolen(sasharcy)Pt 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1287121685-bffs-wit-benifents-cash-stolen-sasharcy-pt-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=plebicash2007&wp_originator=iwczry2Mf2Upe1y2i0LaWgNhC4wE2qMH9y9DC6uF6tSYMwcZhjzwZJ49p3%2BqRLdwxoQ%2Bl8G3BBeZxXoiaODv23jd7NU9gol3BV03Ywul4PaCJwHqzVAPWCsq4LJzrzIO TW: mild language, blood, belitting, dr0gs and some inuendos

#amphibia #clamitytrio #gay #gxgxg #marcanne #polyamory #sapphic #sashannacry #sashanne #sasharcy #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[ao3-feedshance]

Golden Birthday

by SharkGirl

For as long as Shiro could recall, he would have the same series of recurring dreams. Not that he’d tell you that when he woke up because , as the moment he reached full consciousness, all memories of the visions would be gone.

However, while Shiro was in the dream, he’d remember it all. He could almost recite the events and conversations around him word for word. But even though he knew it was a dream when he was in them, everything felt so real. And familiar. Like he’d been there before.

Written for the Year of Shance Valentine's/Birthday Exchange~

Words: 6441, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Year of Shance

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Matt Holt, Pidge | Katie Holt (mentioned), Gyro (Voltron), Pike (Voltron)

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt & Shiro

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe, Alternate Reality, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Monsters & Mana (Voltron), Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampires, Consensual Blood Drinking, Kissing, inuendo, Mentions of previous major character injury (mild), Flashbacks, Daydreaming, Dreams, Dreamsharing, Recurring Dreams, Birthday, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Date for Hire, Mild Blood (Minor Injury)

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22958647

#IFTTT #Shance #Shiro #Lance #VLD #Voltron #Ao3 #ao3feed #fic #fanfic

[angrylizardjacket]

double shot. {John Deacon} /SMUT\

Anon asked: Okay so I absolutely love your writing, AMD I'm an absolute thot, so I was wondering if you could potentially wrote something where the reading is a friends of the band, and one night when they're out at a party together the reader gets a confidence boost and tries to get a little "Freaky with Deacy"....if you catch my drift.

A/N: 3380 words. I’m hot for 1981 Montreal!Deaky, but what’s new. Pretend he’s single and that Roger’s green hair makes sense in the timeline. SMUT!! Unprotected sex and drunk sex. (also ignore the weak ending, no that’s no inuendo, i mean of the fic, but it’s 7am and i’ve been writing all night i just want this done).

“You look like an idiot.” You’re not even looking at Roger when you say it, eyes fixed firmly on the dance floor as you stirred the ice in your mostly empty glass.

“I think I look rather dashing.” Roger, ever the relentless narcissist, and unfortunately one of your closest friends, is also only paying you about fifty percent attention where he’s got his eye on some girl by the bar.

“Your hair’s green.” You try to flick your little, cardboard straw at him, but it misses, and snaps him from his own distraction to notice yours, after it lands on his shoulder.

“Well not on purpose.” Running his hands through his hair a little self consciously, he finally follows your gaze to one dancing bass player in the crowd, “you ever going to stop making mooney-eyes and just go and shag him?”

“Excuse you, Roger!” You splutter, finally tearing your gaze away from John to level a glare at former blonde beside you, embarrassment heating your cheeks. His smile sharpened at your obvious flusteredness, and he finishes his drink with far more confidence than he should rightly have in his cosmetic state. 

“You think I spend all day staring at a wall, blatantly ignoring the way you eye-fuck him from side of stage?” Putting his glass down with a thump, Roger’s grin turns amused as his gaze slides to catch glimpses of John bopping his way over to the bar through the crowd. “Not that he’s any better.”

“What about you?” Despite how pleased his words made you, you were quick to turn the conversation around. “You going to make a move on whoever your poor target for tonight is?”

“You make me sound like I’m hunting these poor women,” he huffed, clearly indignant, “and anyway, it’s a totally different situation, it’s not like I’ve been pining over Stephanie for months.”

“You haven’t even talked to her, how do you know her name?” Glancing over at the woman by the bar, she keeps glancing over at the two of you, well, at Roger, and her drink is getting dangerously low; you know he’s getting close to making his move. 

“I don’t, but she looks like a Stephanie,” he paused, his smile sliding to a smirk as he winks at the girl by the bar. You don’t look over to catch her reaction, but judging by the glint in Roger’s eye, it was a good one, “maybe a Michelle.” 

“Also, it hasn’t been months, and it hasn’t been pining, I just...” And if your voice slipped into a little bit of a whine as you found yourself watching John by the bar, Roger, for once in his life, was kind enough not to comment on it.

“You just want to shag Alcatraz, I know.” Roger gave you a cheeky smile, which you scowled at. “Sorry, love, forgot you were hot for the short-haired look.” He snorted, though you didn’t deny it. “Listen, just put all of us out of our misery and,” he pauses for a minute, brow creasing as he stood from his chair, “I don’t know, something about basses and fucking, you get the idea.” 

“You have such a way with words,” you grimace, sarcasm heavy in your voice, “at least get me a drink while you’re over there.” He rolls his eyes at your request, but agrees easily. “Make it two!” You call as an afterthought. 

Of course part of you assumes that you’re never getting those drinks; the moment Roger’s within five feet of that woman at the bar, he’ll forget your very existence until he wakes up the next morning, and he’ll have zero regrets, at least regarding you. Not that you begrudge him for that, you knew him too well to expect anything else. 

The music from the jukebox is playing loud enough over the sea of people that you can feel the beat in your bones, and as your earlier drink starts to set in, you let yourself sway in your seat to the music, contemplating getting a drink for yourself, though it turns out you don’t need to.

“I was told to deliver these to you.” Deaky’s grinning, carefully placing two drinks onto the table in front of you, keeping a third in his own hands. Your pleasant surprise at the sight of him turns to exasperation as you look to the bar and see Roger giving you a jaunty wave and a shiteating grin. 

“Of course you were.” Your smile returns to John, and you pat the vacant seat beside you. “Come on, if you go back out there, you’ll end up spilling it all over yourself.” John flushes at that, casting a gaze at the crowd on the dance floor, before he looks back to you, his smile widening as he settled in beside you.

It had only been a few years since you’d joined the bands tour crew as an assistant stylist, though they liked to affectionately refer to you as their professional groupie. You took the nickname in stride, however, after all, the only things the main stylist ever gave you for them was a hairbrush and eyeliner, and you trusted the band well enough to brush their own hair.

Tours are messy and too close for comfort, you quickly learned, and after a few weeks of awkwardly leaning over them and pretending like they hadn’t been passed out and hungover more times than you can keep track of, you take your one job in stride and asked Freddie if you could just sit in his lap to put on his eyeliner and save you all some embarrassment.

“Of course, darling, I don’t bite,” There was a twinkle in his eye, “at least, not during business hours.” He finishes, but ultimately, he was mostly respectful, as they all were, Roger notwithstanding until after you kicked him in the shins and threatened to aim higher next time.

“I like your perfume.” John had always been very quiet whenever you were with him, so it came as a surprise when, halfway through applying his eyeliner, he pays you an unexpected compliment.

“Thank you,” you’re a little flustered, a little uncertain, you’d watched him perform for almost a month at this point and you’d developed maybe the teeniest crush on him, “I like your music.” Mentally you’re berating yourself, you actually have to take a moment to pause and frown over your own choice of words. He takes it in stride easily enough.

“I would hope so,” he starts, tone deceptively mild as his eyes flutter open to gauge your reaction, “otherwise this must be some form of cruel and unusual punishment.” And that’s enough to startle a laugh from you, the sound bringing a smile to his own lips as you lean back for a moment, and you feel his light tough on your waist where he’s steadying you.

As the months and tours and music videos go by, he quickly becomes your favourite (he’d always been your favourite, you were just less likely to admit it before) and he, much to your surprise, quickly begins to favour you too. Conversation comes easily, though he seems to prefer to talk when you’re applying his eyeliner, voice quiet, his hands resting on your thighs where you’ve got a leg either side of him where he’s sitting. Every so often when you’re buzzing about the space after you’re finished with him, he’ll shoot you a smile, or if you make a joke, more often than not you’ll hear his quiet laughter.

The fact that every time you watch him perform or even just dance, you wanted to bang him - how did that song go again? Oh right - all day long, that had just become an undercurrent of your life that you tried to ignore. He was your friend and you technically worked for him and- god damn it, it got harder and harder to keep coming up with excused not to make a move on him, especially when the others were so pointedly trying to get you together. 

So maybe tonight, thanks to the drinks Roger bought you (double shot, the both of them, that cheeky bastard), and Deaky looking particularly good in that all blue outfit, was the night you finally made a move on the bopping bassist of Queen. Or, you consider as he’s got his hand around your wrist, tugging gently you towards the dance floor as you quickly finish your drink a while later, he might make a move on you. Actually, you don’t mind the sound of that.

The world turns blurry at the edges, a kaleidoscope of lights bouncing off the walls and dancers. Sometimes he’s holding you, by the hand, by the waist, always moving to the beat, always so careful, sometimes he’s twirling you and for one heart-stopping moment you feel like you’re flying, and distantly you know that what goes up must come down, but he catches you before you spin out too far, having never left solid ground to begin with. He doesn’t let you fall.

“I’ve got you.” He assures, hand on the small of your back. He’s so close, practically nose to nose, his smile so familiar yet surprisingly cheeky, though part of you suspects it’s due to the drinks, at least in part. So is the courage you gain for your next move, though.

You kiss him, in the middle of the dance floor, crushing your lips against his as you pull him in by his collar. When his grip on you tightens just a little and he kisses you back, you feel relief flood through you that you hadn’t realised you’d been waiting for. When he pulls back, he’s full on beaming at you. There’s a pause, a hesitation, an uncertainty, like maybe he wants to kiss you again, or pull you back to the dance floor, but then someone stumbles into you, almost spilling their on you, and Deaky pulls you back in time.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You ask, as someone knocks into him from the dance floor, and it’s as if you suddenly remember how stuffy and crowded it is.

“I’d love to.” He agrees. 

The taxi ride back to the hotel is giggly and sloppy, at one point he presses a kiss to your nose, and it sends you into a fit of giggles, which only serves to make him grin brighter.

“Was that not the right spot?” He asked, bright and faux innocent, and you’re trying to quell your laughter as he takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. You actually snort at that. “Warmer?” He asked with a grin, still holding your face. After a moment, he squishes your cheeks together and bursts out laughing. Once he drops his hands, you grin.

“No, I think-” and you cut yourself off by pressing your lips to his temple, before pulling back a little and humming, before going back in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His laughter dies down and he catches your face as you go to lean back, instead pulling you in for a proper, passionate kiss. He hums, pleased against your lips, pulling you practically into his lap in the back of the taxi, and you feel your body already humming with anticipation. In this moment, you’ve never wanted anything more than him.

With him it’s not rushed, but it’s passionate, and fun above all else. You’re both still tipsy; he’s grinning and humming something familiar as you help pull his shirt over his head, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed when he hits the edge of it, beckoning you to him. You straddle him where he’s laying back, and he takes his time to admire you,hands sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt, to ghost over your stomach and land at your hips. Leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to meet his as you teasingly lick at his bottom lip before sitting back up and impatiently pull your own shirt over your head.

There’s that admiring look again, but something about it fills you with warmth, the look in his eyes like he’s blessed to see such a sight. His hands come up to rest at your waist, moving to the small of your back so he can guide you to him for another kiss. This time he wastes no time, and unclasps your bra with surprising ease, helping you out of it without breaking the kiss as it becomes more desperate. Your bare chest against his, the giddy teasing fades in to want, as one of his hands finds your hip, encouraging you wordlessly as you begin to grind against him. His other hand grazes up your side, nails scraping gently against your sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp, back arching at the touch. With you hovering above him, the hand at your side comes to cup one of your boobs, squeezing for a moment before he kisses the gentle swell of it, his lips trailing down until he’s sitting upright and pressing a kiss to your sternum. 

Looking back up at you, his pupils are blown wide, and he kisses you with a ferocity you hadn’t anticipated. His mouth is hot when he presses kisses to the column of your throat, his hands on your thighs where you’ve got your legs wrapped around him, shifting and grinding in his lap, desperate for some sort of friction, or for the both of you to be wearing less pants.

“Pants.” You finally gasp out, scrambling from his lap and unbuckling your own jeans in a desperate hurry. “Pants off.” You clarify to his confusion.

“Good call.” He agrees, and he’s beaming again, as if he his heart isn’t racing and the sight of you, so desperate to get undressed and fuck him, doesn’t making him unbearably hard. You can’t help but be a little flustered by his smile, among other things. By the time you’ve gotten your pants and panties off, he’s got his jeans mostly off, he’s just struggling with one leg.

“You need help?” You ask, and he looks up, as if finally seeing you, and he actually blushes.

“A little.” He admits, and you tug off the jeans with ease. Standing over him with a triumphant smile, he looks you over like he’s trying to savour the moment; no-one’s ever looked at you quite like that before, like they were simultaneously in awe of and hungry for you. “Where were we?” He asks, voice low and surprisingly rough as you waste no time sitting in his lap. 

“Right- here-” you punctuate each word with a hard kiss, reaching down between the two of you to where his cock was standing hard against his stomach. Gently you begin to pump your hand up and down the shaft of his cock, listening to him gasp and groan as he pressed kisses along your neck. You swipe your thumb over the head where it’s already leaking precum, and you shift as you too are already wet with anticipation and need.

“God, I want to fuck you,” your own voice comes out a low moan, and the moment the words leave your mouth, his hand takes yours, and you still. He’s looking at you now, and more than anything he wants you.

“Please.” 

Gently, with his hands on your hips as a guide, you kneel on the bed, straddling him, and you lower yourself onto him. His cock slides in with ease, you’re practically dripping, and you let out a long, low moan, and he hums in response, smiling at the sight of you, your eyes closed and mouth open in quiet pleasure. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, admiring you as your pussy flutters around his cock buried deep inside of you. You stay like that for a long moment, just getting used to the feel of him inside you, but the moment he shifts, just a little, experimentally, your eyes flicker open and your lips stretch into a smirk as you look at him through your lashes. Slowly at first, you begin to grind, your hips rolling to meet his; he’s got a hand on your lower back to keep you steady, and the other is at your tits, tugging at one of your nipples as he sucks the other into his mouth. At that you whimper, arching your back as he bites gently, tugs a little harder, and the rhythm of your hips stutters against him for just a moment. 

You lift his chin with one hand, his lips meeting yours in a messy, desperate kiss as you moan into his mouth, still rocking against him. It’s not enough, so with gentle hands you press against his chest guiding him to lay down on the bed trailing kisses down his neck and chest as you ride him. He’s got a firm grip on your ass, and when his hips snap up to meet yours you audibly gasp.

“Incredible,” he murmurs, and he leans up, pulling you in to meet him half way as you’re fucking him, “you’re incredible.” And your breathy panting turns to moans against his lips when he’s got one hand between the two of you, thumb on your clit. He’s almost teasingly gentle, and your frantic rhythm slows down a little to accommodate the new stimulation, and as rubs the sensitive nerves more firmly, curses come tumbling from your lips. This just seems to encourage him to move more insistently, and he shifts his hips to an angle to fuck you just a bit deeper and you actually cry out.

“Fuck- fu- plea- please fuck me.” You whimper, breathless and needy. He’s happy to oblige. When you climb off of him, you’re quick to replace his cock with your fingers as you lay back against the bed, need curling low and hot within you, and he watches for just a moment with a smirk.

“How long have you wanted this, darling?” He asks, already moving himself between your legs, which split easily for him. 

“So long, so so long.” You admit, groaning as he takes your hand away and slides easily back into you. For just a moment he’s still, buried to the hilt inside of you, then he starts thrusting, teasingly slow at first.

“Good.” He murmurs, and though your eyes are closed, you can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s still holding your hand, and after a beat, he tugs at your wrist, pulling your hand to him, and your eyes flutter open to see him suck your slick digits clean.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” you moan, rolling your hips to meet his as your head falls back against the pillows, the image of him looking at you with nothing but want in his eyes as he sucks your own juice off your fingers now burned into your memory for you to get off to in your own time. He’s still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours as he presses it against the bed. Your legs come up to wrap around him as you feel yourself getting close, and you reach down with your free hand to toy with your clit.

Your panting turns to whimpers turn to crying out his name as you come, wrapped up in him and the feeling of ecstasy that washes through you, with him still deep inside of you. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and as you’re coming down, he bites back a long groan as he pulls out of you, his cum hitting your stomach and tits. He lets out a long, pleased sigh, collapsing beside you. There’s tissues on the bedside table which you clean yourself up with well enough, and as you’re turned away, throwing the tissues out, John presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. 

He’s smiling when you roll over to face him, and kisses you back tenderly when you lean in. 

“We should do this again some time.” You say with a half-smile, and he lays back against the bed, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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Healing Hands

Read it on AO3 here!http://bit.ly/2tmnjJo

by MandalaRose

“You’re right. I’m a dick, but I’m not that kind of dick."

Dean's had his eye on the hot, sex-haired owner of Healing Hands Spa & Gym for months now. If sex-hair, stunning blue eyes, and hands that send Dean's thoughts nose-diving for the gutter (Dean's thoughts are considering buying a summer home there at this point) weren't enough, Castiel is also smart, funny, and sassy as hell. Dean's crushing hard, but when Cas catches him sneaking his photo from across the gym and assumes the worst, will he lose any chance with the man before he even gets up the nerve to ask him out?

Words: 16198, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Meg Masters, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Lisa Braeden, mainly just Cas and Dean though, most characters tagged are mentioned but don't actually make an appearance

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, past Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden (mentioned), past Dean Winchester/Aaron Bass (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Gym Owner Castiel, Yoga Instructor Castiel (Supernatural), Massage Therapist Castiel (Supernatural), Firefighter Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Human, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Comfortably Bisexual Dean Winchester, Chubby Castiel (Supernatural), Body Positivity, Why isn't body positivity already a tag?, That makes me a little sad, Dean Winchester Has a Crush, Castiel Has a Crush, mild pining, Hand Kink, Misunderstandings, Brief discussions of privacy and consent, Mention of Fat Shaming, But no on-screen fat shaming occurs, The world's most inappropriate yoga class, The author has never taken a yoga class and it's probably obvious, Dean blushes a lot, like a lot, Fluff and Smut, Sassy Castiel, Gratuitous use of inuendo, Massage as Foreplay, Mild Dom/sub undertones, Praise Kink, Dean Winchester's First Time With a Man, NO Gay Panic Though, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, look at that, I tagged my first fic, tagging is fun, Not the graffiti kind though, don't do that, But if you do at least make it artistic and shit

Link: http://bit.ly/2tmnjJo

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