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lazycats-stuff · 2 years

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I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batfamily

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soft-serve-soymilk · 2 years

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For Cynthia

(Soft oc asks) 4 - Forehead kisses or hand kisses?

@hungrydolphin91

The oc rambles continue :3

Hello and welcome to another long overdue OC ask :3c. Today I shall cover perhaps the only “normal” person living in my head— Cynthia :D (Well, she is probably insane but everyone around her is worse, so it cancels out /j (my head children are great ty very much))

Cynthia Conifer Smith, 15, is a soul addled with executive dysfunctional issues (mood), a love for anime and other assorted melodramatic Japanese media (and Mario kart), a passion for making esoteric lil potions aka mocktails,, and a need to thrive in this capitalistic society by owning a babysitting side hustle which operates mostly by chucking kids in the garage where she has a lil arcade set up and proceeding to watch them fail miserably at said arcade games. I absolutely love her to pieces. She is also pansexual~

Unlike many of her half-breed Lucid Dreamer friends, Cynthia remains 100% a pure and wholesome human :>. And much like Inigo, she immigrated to Amonea in her childhood. The circumstances, however, being a lot less tragic and a lot more wholesome than him. You see, Cynthia originated from a region of Byrgir with stiff academic competition and pressure to succeed, something which really took a toll on her brother, who only wanted to be an artist in life. Her brother was aware that with her neurodivergence, life would be increasingly miserable for her, especially since their parents were the type for no accommodations and high expectations. So after argument after argument, he took Cynthia with him as they moved to Amonea, and has been raising her ever since~

Cynthia integrated well into Amonea, made even better by the fact that there was another newcomer at the same time as her! This ended up being Inigo, and they have been the bestest of friends ever since <3. However. It was not like this friendship was without it’s incidents. Cynthia with her #quirky energy and earnest demeanour, at some point, made herself quite the target for juvenile mean girl bullying. This escalated to the point where at one point it looked like she was about to be cornered, when *shwiiiip*!!! Inigo dashes to protect her. with his pocket knife brandished. in front of too many people. during lunchtime at school.

He got promptly suspended (perhaps the start of his delinquent behaviour, in a way)

On the other hand the bullying stopped :D. And being both made outcasts, they found a newfound depth to their friendship that wasn’t there before.

There’s also another interesting moment in their 6 years of shared history. Due to the twin disappearances of the Dandelions (Dism and Archus), Amonea schooling has quite the lean into mental health, asking for help, stranger danger, y’know, related concepts to what happened in 2002-2003. And at one point both Cynthia and Inigo were called to do a research assignment about ✨depression✨ (At a level suitable for their age). And Inigo takes this assignment far too seriously bc that’s what he does, he needs the best grades for everything. It was incidentally at this point where he wrongly assumes that by having thrown Archie’s diary filled with very important pictures even though why he did it was largely not his fault, he set Archie on a very bad spiral ultimately culminating in, well, suicide. Please read his oc ask and fish around my blog for the tags where I cover this I promise it makes more sense when I discuss this through the lens of himTM

Anyway due to this “revelation” Inigo essentially shuts down into a state of immense listlessness and fear. And obv Cynthy wants to know what’s wrong, so she tries talking to him when he’s alone. And he. He looks at her with these scared wide open puppy dog eyes, and runs away 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (he is so scared that by getting close, the same will inevitably happen to her). So!!! Cynthy decides enough is enough. This poor child absolutely needs to know there’s always someone happy and bright and there for him, she reasons, and with her love for anime in tow she dyes her hair in the brightest possible colour she can think of- pink! And she’s been keeping it that way ever since it’s been like Inigo’s heart has been encased in ice, and then further chained in the prison that is his mind (perhaps waiting for a certain bright-eyed bisexual boy to shine a gentle light to wake him up again so he can free himself… wait no I’m not doing this I’m not ready for Disigo feels this GODDAMN TIME OF NIGHT—)

(QPRs peaked at Dism and Inigo fyi)

Anywayyy Cynthy has matured(?) into quite the air headed fanfic author, and a particular enthusiast of RichAss of Tales of Graces fame. She’s a moodmaker, loud and extroverted, much unlike her best friend. She embroils herself in Dism’s newfound circumstances regardless of whether she has powers or not bc she wants to make herself feel useful, not unlike Dism’s true motivation (perhaps with less misguided/darker reasoning than him :>). Quite an out-of-the-box thinker!

Anyway for the question that has been bequeathed to me— hand or forehead kisses? Well, I think Cynthia would take the hand kisses <3. She’s a bit of a playful person, and ofc we have that media influence bleeding right through. But also, she has bangs that are in the way! However,, I do think that when it comes to giving kisses, she would be pecking Archie and Idyllia on the forehead (I like to imagine them in a polyamory sometimes, and trust me you have not seen anything fluffier). Those two deserve something honest and direct after all!!

And that concludes the latest ramble session <3. For those that read to the end,,, I hope you enjoy all the information!! See you in 5 months :D

#just pav things #pav’s ocs #my ocs #she’s a sweet girl… the Amonea friendship group really wouldn’t be complete without her <3 #we stan an adhd-addled girl who’s a reining queen at Mario kart~

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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Hi may I please ask for headcanons demon brothers with a poly mc who's very witty and has a perfect clapback whenever someone insults them please

Witty MC | Brothers Reactions! | Obey Me |

A/N: Lol some of the comebacks may be so bad (so bad they are just insults tbh), I’m not the best at those Also may not be what you expected- Angst and Lesson 16 spoilers in Belphie’s part

Lucifer

He has been a victim to these comebacks a handful of times during the first few weeks/months of you being in the Devildom

Once he had tied up Mammon, you came into the room, stared at Mammon tied up on the chandelier, looks at him deadpanned.

“Geez, you don’t need to tie everyone up to keep showing you’re into shibari, we get it.”

“.....”

“...Excuse me?”

“You are excused”

And then you just... walk out??

He’d admit, your bravery was a bit admirable, but this was was early on.

Later on, once his feelings started to develop, he saw a lowly demon cornering you

“Damn, do you corner all the people you try to intimidate? It just looks like you want to give them a smooch-”

The demon certainly was stunned, and during that time, you shrug and walk off.

He found it amusing but was glad you had some comebacks to guard yourself.. most of the time anyways

Mammon

Like Luci, he has been a victim of these comebacks when he was first in charge of you

When he told you he didn’t want to be babysitting a human, you just cross your arms.

“Well, I didn’t want a demon with a mop for hair to watch over me but here we are”

He gets mad, as he usually does, and was a bit taken aback by it as well

When you got to know him and get closer to your first man, he uses you for a guard against his brothers insults.

He would hide behind you, getting the message, you return a just as icy comeback to the ones making fun of him

Just gets sad whenever you make a comeback about him, doesn’t show it but does get very insecure later on

Perhaps picks up some of these comebacks to use himself

Leviathan

No insult or comeback early on could faze him, he was use to being made fun of, insulted, etc.

He actually ended up agreeing with whatever icy comeback you make about him, but it’s about his idols or his passion, he gets mad.

One time, he was going on about how humans were so lucky yet so stupid because they had mostly all official content of animes and consoles sold at Akihabara, yet weren’t as devout as him, so he should deserve all that content, yet he can’t have it.

“That’s nice and all but.. Why are you so obsessed with Ruri-chan..? She looks like a lil kid.”

Later on, he got somewhat sad when you used your wits on him in the form of a comeback.

Like a sad little puppy all sad he got chastised by his owner

He still agrees with you but like Mammon, he gets all insecure

If you guys do get close enough for him to be more open about his feelings, he would ask you over and over again if you actually meant it

It’s hard to say you didn’t, even if you did, but either way, he wouldn’t believe you...

Satan

Seeing you constantly talk to Lucifer like that made him laugh

He was a bit caught off guard when you directed it at him though

You were defending Mammon, and when you stared directly at him, he stared back

“Insulting your brother? No wonder I got the “daddy issues” vibe from you..”

His eyes widen as he felt his anger boil.

He does not have daddy issues, shut up!

Satan was still a bit salty later on, but you shared the common goal, to annoy Lucifer.

Your wittiness always led to funny situations and conversations between you two or one between you and another he happened to hear.

Asmodeus

Now, besides Belphie, I imagine him to be one of the people to also have comebacks on the backburner, usually they would be patronizing, sarcastic comebacks.

At first he was straight up offended at whatever comeback you throw at him.

One time, it was the retreat, and he lowkey insulted you while complimenting himself, as you were done with his shit, you snort and cross your arms.

“I wouldn’t call you Snow White.. I say you are more that witch that tried to posion her.”

Later on, he forgave you for all those past insults, and instead taking them as a joke every time.

He even lightly jabbed you with some of his own comebacks, but knowing he most likely didn’t mean 85% of them helped clear the air a little bit

Beelzebub

It may be just because I simp for Beel but I can’t really imagine many times where a comeback is needed, but here we go

Early on, he takes your food, constantly.

At some point, you have had enough (unless you’re like me where you’d let him have his food lol) and swipe your food away, glaring at him.

“if you’re really hungry, why don’t you eat the drywall or something, I am very close to making inedible food just so you don’t try to eat it, so please, for the love of god, don’t steal my food.”

You did feel a bit bad but it really needed to be said, but you saw worried glances.. was he actually going to eat the drywall?

Later on, he did control himself better and there weren’t many times you needed to use your wits against him

Belphegor

A while into making the pacts in hopes of freeing him, there has been a few times where you had to use your wits in your favor.

When lesson 16 came about and he threw you to the ground after choking you, you weakly look up at him.

“Ya know.. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are into choking-”

Wait.. what?

You’re about to die and those are your last words? Humans are weird..

After lesson 16, he knew you didn’t forgive him, so when he went to apologize, you just cross your arms and look away from him.

“Is the youngest ruler of hell so naïve to think someone he killed would just forgive him? Oh go cry me a river.”

How much was he going to have to do to make it up to you..?

#obey me shall we date #omswd #om! brothers #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! mc #poly! mc

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lady-ragnvindr · 4 years

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hii 💕 i was wondering if you could maybe write something for omega kaeya and diluc (separately ofc) with an alpha reader 🥺 ik you've already done one like this for diluc, but could you maybe do how they would fall in love with the alpha and then confessing during/before their heat 🥺🥺

Puppy Love HCs

Characters:Diluc and Kaeya

Alpha!GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of heat, some spice

Kaeya

(music: crazy in love cover by J2)

Kaeya would be seen as an alpha obviously, he had the looks the dominant and confident aurora around him. But inreality he was an omega, but nobody else knew besides the acting grandmaster of course.

He didn't wanted a mate, no no no he didn't, because if he did, then everyone else would know what he really is. That was his plan, to avoid a mate

But you, oh ho ho you came in. Walking into his life with a head high, each step bringing any omega to their knees and when your sharp eyes looked at him, his inner wolf was ready to risk it all 😔

Thankfully, Kaeya's self control was much more stronger then his inner urges. So when you looked at him, he held his ground, a smirk on his lips covering the omega inside wanting to be in your arms. You raised an eyebrow and just walked away

Let's say Kaeya felt like whimpering but he stopped himself. Anyways throughout the days, he would catch a glimpse of you and for some reason, he would walk up to you with a flirty grin and start up a conversation with you

Maybe it was because your voice was music to his ears or the way your predatory eyes would drive chills down his spine and for that did he curse the archons above for making him a mess for you

But you, well you didn't mind having a handsome man around you if anything he was much more different then the omegas who would literally throw themselves at you, brining you with gifs and other crap that you really paid no care

Oh? You know?

Tha Kaeya is an omega?

You smirked, seeing the too confident man blabbering about this and that, desperately hiding the omega but your eyes and nose were sharp enough to know what's hidden, but for his sake, you kept your mouth shut

But in each passing day, the two of you became very close. Kaeya would come with a rose in hand, giving it to you with a cheeky smile and you would accept it, each day was like that

He would come to you with a rose, and would quite literally hang around you, giving you his full on attention and you didn't care, your alpha instincts accepting him and the more you two hanged around, the more subtle touches were placed, a playful smile here and their, hungry eyes looking at each other

Until one day, Kaeya was no where to seen. You looked around at your usual place, expecting to see his jumpy self around the corner, but sadly no. Going to the HQ, you were let in by Jean who knew why you were here.

As she told you about the 'problem' that Kaeya had, you both ended up standing at a door. "Here, this his door....please be gentle with him, he has always been alone when it comes to these type of issue and you have been friends for months, so just be understanding, ok?"

You nodded, soon she walked away and as she turned the corner, you opened the door slowly with the key Jean gave you. When opening the door, a sweet smell of vanilla hit your nose, your alpha slowly wanting to take the reins but you kept a firm hand

On the bed, a nest of blankets were around a naked body, Kaeya weakly looked up and when sensing an alpha he let a whimper out, fear evident in his eyes (he had no eyepatch)

You slowly entered in and closed the door, so no nearby alpha would sense him. Kaeya, at recognizing you almost, almost, pounced on you but fear was the one that had control and so his body started to shake, he felt weak, vulnerable

But you approached him, slowly and steady, watching for any reaction and when you finally got to be infront of him, his beautiful blue eyes looked up at you, and that's when he let everything out

You didn't touch him, you didn't do anything until he told you so, he opens up to you, he confessed that he loved you, he broke as he told you everything

Until he stopped, his shaky arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and that's when you moved

"Kaeya...."

"I-I don't want you to...you know that ...just cuddle with me....please"

And so you did, you didn't claim him, not until he was ready

Diluc

(music: waiting game by banks)

Diluc was.....an interesting person to say the least.

He was seen as an Alpha, always at the top of everyone, man and woman alike looking for his hand but everytime he would look away

Like his brother, he was an omega but he was very good at hiding it, besides he looked and acted like an alpha so he was confident of keeping his little secret hidden

That was until you came in all of your glory

You had come to the party that Dawn's Winery owner would always celebrate it, you were a visitor from Liyue, known for being a bounty hunter and also by fighting side by side with the outlander

So when Diluc saw you with the blonde traveler he didn't expect much

That was well until you moved your attention on him and when he noticed the way your eyes would look up and down at him, he felt chills

Obviously he was used to being eyed by a lot of omegas and betas

But the way you looked at him, the way your words would be ingraved deep in his mind was different

And then when you revealed that you were infact an alpha, Diluc almost choked on the grape juice he was drinking

Well shit

Trying to act cool, he had looked at you and when he saw you already looking at him did his omega almost broked his facade but he quickly recovered or so he thought

You had keen eyes, being able to calculate your next prey's step, catching even the smallest thing

So when seeing the infamous young owner of the winery to crack just a little and for you to sense an omega with him, you were if not a little bit confused

Anyways, after the party, you have gotten very close to the quiet male, or maybe he was the one that got close with you because now everytime you tend to go to his bar he is on the other side of the bar giving you a small smile

But you didn't mind, he was cute and a good man, so you just played along

Instead of sitting in the car corner, you would sit close to the bar and start a conversation to the suddenly shy red hair

Through the small talk y'all made, you two became friends, Diluc would be on you side most of the time when walking together, an arm out for you to hold and glaring at any passing omega to fuck off

And the more time you guys hanged out, the more you would notice that he really wants an alpha, and you smiled maybe he was the one...

Nahhhhh

Nope pffftttt

You shrugged the thought off and kept walking with the grumpy omega

But the more days you two passes together, the more not 'dates', and on how protective the two of you were with each other, the more feelings the two of developed for each other

And time was running out, you were from Liyue after all, and home called.

When the message of you leaving Monsdtat reached Diluc, he went running, searching for you and when you appeared through the crowd with a bag hanging on you back and the outlander on your side, his heart skipped a beat

Walking towards you, he looked at you and then at the outlander who just nodded at him and walked away giving you guys space

"Well...um I'm going back to Liyue with the traveler...."

"I-I know, just wanted to say......"

"Yes?" Curiosity taking over as you looked at him

Diluc looked like he was having an internal battle and he was, he wanted to tell you so much, his feelings towards you, how he wanted to be by your side but he quickly shut those thoughts away

"Good luck on your trip" and that were the words that he had said to you, and your heart broke a little but you thanked him and kept your journey, not noticing the saddened pup

Throughout the journey, your thoughts kept taunting you, and it hurted so with a final thought you looked at the young traveler, and making up an excuse which you shouldn't since the outlander had a smirk with lil feisty fairy giving you a knowing look you both rushed back to Monsdtat

When going to Dawn's Winery mansion, the traveler had left you, and you were alone standing infront of the door and knocked

You opened the door after a few moments of silence with the spare key that Diluc had given you only to be met with silence

No maids no personal assistance or not even a noise being heard, until a smell of the blue flowers that you would give Diluc when he was sad came to your nose

And soon you followed the smell, coming up to a door and when you didn't get any response, you opened the door

Their he was, hugging his body with his big red eyes filled with tears and you quickly rushed towards him as he had opened his arms and you hugged him

And on that moment the two of you spilled your emotions to each other, expressing each other the truth that the two of you have been trying to ignore and as you had him in between your legs, his head cuddled on your chest, your fingers massaging his scalp

The two of you knew that neither would be leaving each other's side

You had waited long enough and he had been alone for a long time

Hope you guys liked it :)

I didn't know if you wanted NSFW or just plain fluff so I just went with this 😌

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALL!

So a soulmate event aye? I'm here for it.

I was thinking this prompt

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

With Atsumu or Osamu? I have a thing for those 2 and i just love them so much and they deserve nice things and just yes.

I hope you're taking care of yourself!!!!!

omg i sort of popped off on this one and it ended up just a lil longer than i thought it would and omg. i have no words for myself at this rate. look, i will not be judged for my sudden and random love this boy, but um. you’ll see

thank you for participating! I am taking care of myself most of the time so eh ya know

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Your yearly visit to Japan wasn’t meant to be anything special. Just a trip to Japan where you’d meet your cousins again.

When the three of you stood next to each other, you could see why no one thought that you, Kiyoomi and Motoya were related. Alas, you were, much to the world’s surprise. It didn’t even help that you weren’t from Japan, so your grasp on the language was laughable. You coped and so did they.

“A volleyball game?” You quirked a brow at Motoya as he grinned widely, taking the seat opposite you and snatching an onigiri off your plate. A glare formed quickly on your face and you pulled the plate close to you, shovelling another in your mouth.

“Not just any game, but nationals.” There was a shine of excitement in his eyes and you shrugged.

“I guess I could go, not like I have any plans.” Your parents often described you as a perfect middle between Kiyoomi and Motoya; not quite an outgoing puppy, but not really hating the idea of people either. There weren’t too many things you and your cousins could agree on; it wasn’t that you hated each other, but you just never had the time to bond with them like they had. Still, when you got together, things weren’t awkward. They just… were.

“Do you ever have any plans?” Kiyoomi snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter. Resisting the urge to throw the plate at him, you settled on glaring at him.

“For your information,” you said, pointing at him, “I have plenty of plans when I’m back home.”

They both laughed. Motoya decides to cackle like a hyena, Kiyoomi chuckles softly. Was it really that hard to believe? Okay, so, sure, you didn’t really have that many friends - that didn’t mean you couldn’t have plans! It just meant that you’d spend more nights alone than you’d like to admit - they didn’t need to know that though. Not like you were going to tell them anyway.

What you hadn’t expected - from the brief description Motoya had given you on the way to the stadium - was that volleyball would be one of the most boring and thrilling things in your life. There were parts so filled with tension and passion that you could have drowned in it. And then some rallies would go on for what felt like days and you’d lose interest, only to be pulled back into it a second later.

Your cousin wasn’t the number one ace in the country for no reason; he played with a level head yet intensity beyond his years. You didn't even fully understand why Motoya was leaping across the court, or what a Libero was, or what was happening. How you’d never agreed to come before was beyond you.

But something is amiss, and you don’t notice it until a red string floats into your vision, like it’s purposefully making you aware of its presence. Your breath catches in your throat just as Kiyoomi slams down the ball.

It was almost funny that the year you decided to watch the volleyball game Motoya had been inviting you to for forever that you’re soulmate would suddenly burst into existence. You can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach, because if you’d stayed back in your home country this year like your dad had asked, then you never would have gotten this opportunity again.

It didn’t take much internal convincing for you to start following the string. Looping through halls, twisting and turning around people. Anticipation built up, one you’d felt so many times today, but this was a different kind of anticipation. A swelling in your stomach, a flutter of butterflies that had been startled awake. Something so primal, an urge inside of you, yet something so calm at the same time.

The closer you got the more your mind urged you to run. As crowds formed, you couldn’t help but think back to your parents' comparison of you and Kiyoomi (because even if you didn’t hate people as much, crowds were your worst enemy).

You pushed through, ignoring the urges of your heart because God knows when you’ll get this chance again. That was the point. You probably weren’t going to get this chance again. Not since you would be starting University, your parents wouldn’t just be sending you to another country for a month - even if it was for family reasons - this was your final chance to meet your soulmate.

God, if you’d have known that your soulmate was in Japan this whole time then you would have begged to live here as a child, but you didn’t. Especially being the older of your cousins, you couldn’t help but feel slightly more anxious.

Barely 18, ready to live your life, and now you’d found your soulmate. Motoya would be excited for you, Kiyoomi would probably offer his apologies depending on who it was.

Thoughts wracked with who it could be. What they would look like. How they would act. Sound. Talk to you. React. You didn’t even notice how close it had gotten until a hand was pulled in front of your eyes; the person it was connected to looked down at you, tears in his eyes, though seeming generally disinterested.

Your heart stopped - whether from anxiety or excitement, you’d figure out later - he met your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush.

Just as you were about to speak - make your debut moment to your soulmate - a wave of people suddenly surrounded you and you froze. Like all the air had been taken from your lungs. Your heart - previously stopped - now worked in full force. If it weren’t for the buzzing in your pocket, you might have passed out right there.

Your soulmate was staring down at you as you shakily reached into your pocket, answering the call without any question. “Where are you?” Motoya’s voice rang clear. You blink slowly, trying to catch your breath enough to speak.

“S-soulmate…” the word feels so foreign on your lips (reasonably so). He instructs you to pass the phone to him - it takes a lot of effort, but you manage, ruling the phone away from your face and to him. He takes it - albeit hesitating - and starts a conversation with your cousin.

The string looks so strange wrapped around your finger but it was something simple you could focus on. Breathing was painful, and the crowd didn’t seem to be clearing. You didn’t catch the conversation but his face shifted and he reached out for your hand, looking around quickly.

He must have seen something that would help because he weaved you in and out of the crowd towards a corner with a group of people standing in it. You didn’t recognise them, so you could only assume this is where you were going to die.

You were too busy saying your prayers when he pulled you closer to him. “Who’s that?” Asked a boy with bleached blond hair, scrunching up his nose. You were probably hallucinating - and in the off chance you weren’t, you were asking for more prayers - because the boy with the bleach blond hair looks almost identical to your soulmate.

He looked down at you with contempt, but you didn’t have the energy to care, not as your soulmate pulled you closer away from him. You could just imagine a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, his presence calmed you just enough that you could focus.

He talked with - who you quickly learned to be - his brother and the rest of his team. Miya Osamu - your soulmate - kept you close by, still looking at you with disinterest. It didn’t take long for your cousins to find you, but even after they did, you didn't leave Osamu’s side.

Motoya pulled you into a hug and talked to you softly, Kiyoomi muttered exactly what you thought he would, “you’re an idiot.” But there was something caring in his tone.

Motoya was explaining to you that they made it to the second round, but you weren’t paying too much attention. Of course they made it to the second round, they always did (well, you weren’t sure of that, this was the first time you’d been here).

Throughout the rest of your visit to Japan you spent more time on your phone to Osamu than you would willingly admit to the boys. Considering he was from Hyogo, and you were staying in Tokyo, it only made it harder. You joked and said it would only prepare you more for the long distance you’d have to do when you returned home. You didn’t miss the sad look in his eyes. So many countless nights spent on the phone, pretending like you didn’t want to be in his arms.

Long distance was harder than you could have imagined; between opposing time zones, schedules, and just general life things, it was hard to find time to talk to Osamu. You made a promise to each other, that if you ever happened to go no-contact (whether by accident or on purpose) that you would find each other eventually.

That was what happened.

With so much work, you were losing sleep, your grades were slipping, everything was stressful. The same for Samu; he was too tired to practise, grades going downhill. You were the most worried when Tsumu stopped teasing his slightly younger brother and started actually caring.

Contact slipped until it just stopped. It wouldn’t be another five years until you’d see Samu again.

You finally made the decision to move to Japan - specifically Hyogo - you’d claim it was because Kiyoomi lived there, but really it was because you hoped for a chance encounter with Osamu.

Kiyoomi made the decision to introduce you to his team and you were met with one overly excited Miya Atsumu. The boy - although now he was more of a man - recognised you immediately as his brother's soulmate. He stepped away from you briefly, claiming he had an urgent phone call to make and you didn’t question it - you had no reason to after all.

Not until that familiar red string floats into your vision as it had done all the years ago and you turn around to see Osamu standing there, a little out of breath but so happy. You act on instinct, throwing yourself into his arms and promising to not leave his side again.

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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Hi Clari!!! I hope you're doing well and had an amazing weekend! I'm sorry if you've already answered something like this before! 😊

I was having big thoughts about the twins, but then I couldn't remember if you'd mentioned the other Todoroki siblings existing in this AU!?!

You may have done and I just missed it, but if the other siblings already do, and if not, did exist in the AU, what would the twins relationship be like with them?

I can imagine Touya being the more approachable of the two, I feel he'd click quite well with Fuyumi perhaps? They both give me those sort of caregiver vibes 😅

Natsuo and Dabi I can imagine being close, not quite as close as in the Touya - Nii series, but I can still imagine Natsuo looking up to both his big brothers because they're so cool! (Dabi is just that smidge cooler to him though 😌)

Would Shoto still be Enji's perfect poster boy, or would Touya have taken that spot?

Would the twins be open to sharing the reader with Natsuo like Touya-Nii did in the Snowman and Me series? Or is it strictly something kept between the twins?

Do the Todoroki family know about the reader and the twins relationship? Do they approve?

There are just too many thoughts for my one track mind 😩😌

It'd be really interesting to know your take! --- The anon who dreamt about living with Dabi on a ranch 🐥

hello sweetpea!!!! oh you’re so lovely <33 thank you bb i hope you had a wonderful weekend as well!!! <3

BUT ANONNNN I AM SHOUTING HAHAHAHA oh my gosh okay first of all you and i have got to be on the same wavelength today bb hehehe because i haven’t mentioned their relationship with the other todoroki siblings much on my blog but i do have (and have had) their relationships with each mapped out in my notebook for months now and i was literally looking it over when you sent this in!! <33

AH SO MANY GOOD QUESTIONS LET’S GET INTO IT WEEEEEEE <3

so first i’m going to link you to this post (which kinda just delves into their relationship with each other but touches upon other relationships in the family) and this post (which discusses dabi’s reaction to yelling and touches upon his trauma related to enji; pls heed the tws!!) but to reiterate and all that:

twin!touya pretty much gets along with all of his siblings in some way. he’s the perfect model of an older brother. as i mentioned in the first post linked above, touya is just really good at playing the part. twin!dabi, on the other hand, barely gets along with anyone other than his twin. he’s extremely difficult to be around about 97% of the time.

natsuo definitely does think both of his older brothers are super super cool, and he follows them around like a puppy when they’ll let him, but he’s actually closer to twin!touya than he is to twin!dabi, simply because twin!dabi won’t let him get too close; dabi’s extreme trust issues get in the way. still, natsuo was the only one there for dabi when touya had been taken from him, and that forged quite a lasting and deep bond, even if it terrifies dabi to this day, even if dabi tries his very hardest to shove natsuo away because of it, even if it’s still extremely complex; a jumbled, tangled mess in his heart. but natsuo understands, and he’s nothing if not resilient, so he kinda just bounces back from it each and every time. but twin!touya has a special soft spot for natsuo, because natsuo was there to take care of his baby twin brother when he wasn’t, and to touya, that means the whole world to him <3 touya hopes that one day his twin will let his guard down enough to let natsuo into his heart, too.

fuyumi is incredibly suspicious of twin!touya. she’s smart as a whip, just like he is, and she can read him like a book and knows when he’s up to something; and he’s always up to something. all she wants is for her family to get along, for god’s sake, and she knows touya’s a threat to that, because he knows how ridiculously manipulative he is, and how he’s planning something against their father—fuyumi is the only of the todoroki siblings that actually has sympathy for their father. thus, even though touya has told her time and again not to worry about it, that everyone will be happy in the end, she knows ‘the end’ does not include their father in any way, shape, or form. still, with that being said, they get along quite well, and they’re constantly throwing teasing quips each other’s way <3 when it comes to twin!dabi, fuyumi’s heart positively breaks for him. he shoves her away, too, because he doesn’t know how to deal with her overwhelming love, but that does not deter her in the slightest. she was there, she witnessed what happened to him, she helped natsuo take care of him in every way she could; in fact, fuyumi took care of that entire family after her mother left. but she has such a soft spot for twin!dabi in her heart, a special type of unconditional love and sympathy for him, and she’ll always be there for him, no matter how many callous insults he spits her way. she views him akin to a terrified animal, and she understands why he lashes out, and sometimes—very rarely, but sometimes—he will let her take him into her arms and hold him, hug him, shush him. she was pretty much the mother he never had for those years when he was without his twin, even though she’s a little younger than he is. so there’s a very interesting, very complex bond there as well.

shouto loves both of his eldest brothers so much. twin!touya loves him back, thinks he’s an absolutely brilliant kid and such a kind, beautiful soul, but he can’t help but feel some resentment towards him; residual feelings that have been transferred from his twin to him. still, he tries to bury them, because he knows none of this is actually shouto’s fault, and that their father is the true villain here, the true one to blame. as i mentioned in the first post linked above, twin!dabi hates shouto with a fierce passion, because he feels betrayed for his twin, betrayed by the way their father so quickly found an (inferior, in his opinion) replacement for touya—to mold into the perfect puppet—and he himself feels a little slighted, too, angry and offended that their father didn’t even try to mold him in replacement of his twin and just went straight to the next ‘perfect’ child, because twin!dabi was too much work, he’s sure. shouto is terrified of dabi, but he looks up to touya with absolute stars in his eyes <3

rei feels incredibly guilty. she likes to pretend that she doesn’t know why she took only twin!touya when she really should’ve taken them both, and will regret for the rest of her life seperating the two of them for a few years. it was incredibly selfish of her, to snatch touya up only because she knew it would hurt her husband the most, and to leave twin!dabi and the rest of her children there with such a brute for a father. dabi hates her for it, and she doesn’t blame him. she hopes one day he can find it in his heart to forgive her for such a horrible mistake, but she knows it’s a slim possibility. she is very, very close to twin!touya though.

i have already touched upon their relationship with enji in the posts linked above, but basically twin!touya IS still enji’s favourite, and enji only latched onto shouto after rei took touya away (during the divorce). touya is still first in line for the family business, and shouto acts as more or less of a back-up, in case touya fails. he’s also easier to control, which is quite appealing to enji, too.

and then, as you can tell, the twins themselves have a very, very unhealthy codependency on each other; they can barely function without one another now <3

ANYWAY LOVELY, THOSE ARE THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE SIBLINGS + THEIR PARENTS!!! to answer your last few questions:

would the twins be open to sharing the reader with natsuo like touya-nii did in the snowman and me series? or is it strictly something kept between the twins?

no, they absolutely would not share her with natsuo, this is something very special and sacred and kept strictly between them <3

do the todoroki family know about the reader and the twins relationship? do they approve?

EHEHEHEHE this is something i’m really really looking forward to exploring in the future of the series!!! because the angst potential is totally insane hehe <3 the answer is, it’s extremely complicated. enji doesn’t approve at all. like, at ALL. he hates to think what the press would think, if this ever got out, and he knows dabi would be more than willing to leak it; anything to hurt his father, right? natsuo thinks it’s SO awesome and super hot, fuyumi thinks it’s quite cute how they share everything, but worries for the poor sweet reader since she knows how her brothers can be, and shouto can’t even think about it without blushing and getting super embarrassed; he isn’t really sure what he thinks yet, but he feels like it’s more their business than his own. rei is on the fence; she wants her boys to be happy, but is this really the best and healthiest way to do it? does she even have a say in it at all? is it really her place or her right to step up and say something? she isn’t sure.

i hope this answers all of your questions bb!!!! thank you so much for asking aaaah i LOVE talking about stuff like this and i am super super excited to explore it deeper within the series!!!! AH EHEHE I REMEMBER U AND UR DREAM <3333 aw such a cute lil chick emoji 🥺🥺 i hope you’re doing wonderful my friend and i wish you many more touya dreams in the future <3

#SUCH GOOOOOOD QUESTIONS!!!! THANK U SO MUCH #SORRY MY POST IS SOOOOOO LONG HAHAHAHA i have pages upon pages of this in my journal so i tried to condense it and not give too much away <3 #i just wanted to capture the essence of each relationship and let u know <3 #if u have anymore questions pls let me know!!!!#have an amazing week sweetpea!!! <33 #i am sending u lots n lots of love and health!! as always pls stay safe!!#inky.bb #FARMER TOUYA DREAMER #LMAO <333 #clari gets mail #inky.twins #todoroki twins dabi and touya

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 3 years

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Dorm Party

Yuu rescues Idia at a party, or Me throwing several jokes I wanted to make into a single fic.

Content warnings for coarse language. Find more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag! And sent me an ask if you liked anything, I’m much like any other motherfucker on this website and thrive on positive feedback.

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TXT: yuu help me i got waylaid by extroverts

You roll your eyes and reply back.

Y: aight who is it

I: music club

I: help me

Y: remember, they try and include you because they genuinely like you

Y: what are you guys doing

I: i was getting food and they took me to scarabia to eat with them

I: get me out get me out get me out they keep asking me questions

Y: okay

Y: but why didn't you say you were busy

Y: or were going somewhere

I: you ever see kalims face when you tell him no

You had. He covered it up really quick, but that half-second of kicked puppy was heartbreaking.

Y: can you eat just enough to be polite and then bug out

Y: they know it's a lot for you

I: how much is that

Y: like, a small plate or something?

I: if i eat a plate i can go to the infirmary and leave got it

Y: NO

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At least the spread wasn't all Jamil's cooking. He might cook like a god, but he needed a break sometimes, and takeout can be fun.

"Alright, so when he pumped the blood through the tube, it was supposed to come through in like, a steady stream, but he'd fucked up. So there were bubbles in the tube, but when you filmed it? it came out realistic-"

"I can confirm that."

"Lil, no."

"Lil yes." He sipped at his drink. "We should probably stop this conversation before they lose their lunch."

"Aww, why." The sarcasm was barely audible, but you couldn't help but smile at Cater and Kalim. Cater was the better of the two; Kalim had gone downright ashy from shock. You shuffled through the cans by the table before sliding him a ginger ale. "For your tummy, baby."

"Thank you." His colour had bounced back well before he took a sip. "You sure like telling stories about blood."

"No, that was about practical effects. I can start talking about blood if you want." You leaned your head back. "What do you think? Should I?"

Idia, who had been using you as a human shield ever since you showed up, shook his head and went back to ripping bread into increasingly smaller pieces before eating them.

"Yuu, look at this." Cater passed you his phone. The carefully staged, enstickered selfie of a Magicam influencer, with bouncy curls and double-peace signs.

"Oh, she's cute. I love her earrings." You held the phone up long enough for Idia to nod at with a small smile, before it got passed around for everyone to coo over. "You interested in her, Cater?"

"Ah, some. We've been chatting." He looked a bit dreamy, thinking on it. "We're going to try and meet up next break and see how we like each other in person."

You smiled. "Good luck, dude. She's definitely your type."

He laughed. "I do like them very cute, don't I?"

"You do, yeah." You turned to Kalim. "What do you like in someone? You probably have a type."

Kalim leaned back and thought on it. "I really like... Shining dark eyes and silky flowing hair."

You managed to disguise a snicker as a cough. "Tall and elegant, too? Always looking out for you?"

He looked up in wonder. "How'd you know?"

"Just a guess."

Lilia chimed in, full of mischief. "What about you, Idia?" You felt him stiffen in surprise against your back. "What do you like?"

"He likes 2D girls." He immediately swatted you.

"You're not 2D. And we know your type." Lilia narrowed his eyes at you. "Tall and pale and interesting looking."

"One of many." You leaned back, and Idia immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, audience be damned. "And who could blame me? Look at him."

"Please don't." He tried to scrunch behind you, but even if you were wider, he was much taller and couldn't fit.

"Aww." Cater had such a warm smile on his face. "Love at first sight?"

You shook your head. "You have to work for love. But," You looked back at your pretty blue boy, holding you tight even as he looked away in embarrassment. "The first time I saw you, it was like you snatched the breath from my throat. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I never even imagined anyone could be so beautiful." You leaned to nuzzle the spot where his jaw met his neck, and he swallowed. "And lucky me, it's the same every time I see you. You're a blessing on my life, and every day you look at me and smile makes everything worth it."

The silence was broken by Kalim giving a light sniffle. "That's beautiful, wow."

"Way to set the bar, Yuu." Lilia had his head propped in his hands. "So, was it mutual?"

You laughed. "I don't think so." You settled back into Idia, bright burning pink. "What did you think of me when you first met me?"

"..."

"Idia."

~*~*~*~

Your name is IDIA SHROUD. You're a THIRD YEAR STUDENT at NIGHT'S RAVEN COLLEGE, and everything is TERRIFYING BEYOND MORTAL KEN. You suffer from the effects of a TERRIBLE ANCESTRAL CURSE, which makes the already fraught experience of high school JUST, SO MUCH WORSE. The only things you truly enjoy are MEDIA OF A GEEKY NATURE and your MAGITEK LITTLE BROTHER. If it were up to you, you would BRICK YOUR DOOR SHUT AND NEVER LEAVE.

But, tragically, you sometimes must leave and face the mobs outside. At any moment, you could aggro them all with the sheer sin of your terrible presence, and the teachers had no sympathy for your low-tier, introverted self, and insisted that you had to show up to some classes in person. Even though telecom had come so far! You'd think you'd have pull, with your grades, but it was not the case.

Anyway, some first years had crashed a chandelier within days of being here, and you'd only found two to tell to leave you alone forever. When you found the two boys standing with a third, holding perhaps the most wonderful creature you'd ever seen in your life, you went over to explain how it was going to go. Only it didn't turn out like that.

She - what a cliche, the new student at a one-gender school being the opposite - turned to look at you. Enormous puffy eye circles that rivaled your own, close-cropped dark hair, eyes of no particular colour, all in a soft, pimply face with a double chin. This was the one that caused all the trouble?

Her smile dropped away immediately, replaced by wide eyes and slack jaw. She didn't blink, only stared directly at you, though you, muttering an endless stream of something you could not hear as she refused to stop looking or even blink. You knew a bad time when you saw it, and fled the battle before it could begin. You only just heard a voice go "Who WAS that?" before you were out of earshot, running back to your room as fast as possible.

~*~*~*~ "A curse?" You couldn't stop laughing, and that managed to set everyone else off. "You thought I was putting a curse on you?"

"Well!" He threw his hands up. "What was I supposed to think? I didn't know what that face meant and that made the most sense!"

"You do have a... intense look when you see something you like." Lilia laughed. "It reminds me a bit of Howl sometimes."

Kalim added, "No, it's more like she wants to eat whatever she's staring at."

Idia inclined his head in agreement, and Cater made a similar guesture to you. "You're all terrible," you said, but smiled as you did.

"Lilia, you never told us what type you had."

"Oh, Kalim," he said with eyes wide, "I'm much too young to be thinking about romance."

"I have forty-five minutes of footage that says otherwise," Cater said, waving his phone.

"Alright, alright." He rolled his eyes. "I like a lot of types of people."

"You've never flirted with anyone here at school." You thought for a moment. "Well, seriously, anyways. You're real friendly and that can be kinda flirty in itself."

"That's not true," he corrected. "You just don't know who it is. But," he added, "it's not a student. You're all too young for me."

Everyone stopped to consider this, before Idia spoke up. "It's Trein. I remember when I came in with you sitting on his desk."

Lilia pouted. "He still hasn’t bit. And he knows."

You covered your mouth. "I should have known you're a geezerfucker."

"I don't think it counts if you're older than said geezer."

Lilia leaned over to Idia. "I'll tell him you said that and then no one in this room will ever get a passing grade or a playdate with Lucius again."

Everyone changed the subject, and the evening continued with success.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim

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etoileholland · 4 years

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Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?

@rosieholland asked “Hey I love all your imagines! Maybe you could do one where the boys are stuck at home during quarantine but Harry’s best friend y/n is staying with them. And Tom and y/n and secretly start dating and don’t say anything because they don’t know how Harry will feel about it.

Pairing: Tom x female reader; bestfriend! Harry

Warnings: a lil argument, I think that’s all

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for requesting this, and I really hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open, and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

It was a dangerous game to sneak around your best friend’s back, especially since you weren’t very good at keeping secrets.

You and Harry were nearly inseparable, and it seemed as though when someone saw one of you, then the other was somewhere nearby. When he began to work on his short film project and needed an actress, he called you first. You had known Harry for almost two years, and you met over what you call “the frozen yogurt debacle”. This needs no elaboration since it’s not important to the plot, but it’s important to note that a terrible shared experience can bring two people together.

A week into filming, it was announced that the UK would go into lockdown, and that meant filming had to be postponed. Since you spent more time at the Holland residence than your own, Harry asked if you would quarantine with them.

Naturally, spending so much time together with people for a few months would make it so that you get very comfortable around everyone.

The boys knew that you were physically affectionate, so no one batted an eye when you were cuddled up next to someone. Most of the time you were always with Harry, or sometimes Sam, and occasionally Tom.

That’s why no one suspected that you and Tom were secretly dating, especially Harry. You had vowed to keep it a secret from him because you didn’t want him to get mad at you for dating his brother.

Sneaking around was quite fun though, and it was becoming more and more like a game.

“Baby” you trailed off, moaning as Tom trailed kisses down your neck. You were both in his bedroom with the door locked, trying not to make any noise. Harry’s room was right on the other side of the wall, and it was a dangerous game to be making out in Tom’s room.

“Love, I need you-”, he placed a kiss on your shoulder, biting lightly as you moaned, “to be quiet.”

“You’re making it quite difficult.” You breathed back and he let out a breathy laugh.

“Good.” He kissed you deeper, and you heard Harry say something from the other side of the wall.

“Tom.” You were trying to untangle yourself from him, but he just kept pulling you closer. “Harry said something.” You managed to sit up, and Tom just pouted.

“So? He’s probably playing fifa or something.” He said, lifting his head slightly to kiss you on the lips.

“What if he knows?” You asked and he just shook his head.

“You’ve gotta tell him eventually. As much fun as it is to sneak around, you should be honest with him. He’s your best friend.”

“And he’s your brother.” You replied. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t want him to hate me for being with you.”

“I really doubt he’ll hate you, if he really loves me then he’ll be happy for me being with someone as lovely as you.” He stated and you nodded.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you cupped Tom’s cheek with your hand, placing a light kiss to his cheek, “I did promise Harry that I would bake cookies with him.”

“Alright darling, cuddle later?” Tom looked at you with wide, puppy dog like eyes and you let out a small laugh.

“Of course, see you later, secret boyfriend.” You whispered while holding up finger guns.

“Back at you, secret girlfriend.” He winked as you quietly left the room.

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“Earth to Y/N, why are you so distracted?” Harry waved his hand in front of you, gently slapping your cheek. “What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He smirked as he let out a small laugh.

You two were supposed to be baking some cookies, but you’ve been lost in your thoughts for the duration of the activity.

“I’m just thinking about how in Italian, when you want to describe a loving boy with a good heart, you say “è buono come il pane” which literally means “he’s as good as bread” and I think that’s beautiful.”

“Actually, yeah that is beautiful. Would you describe me that way?” He looked up from the cookbook and you nodded. “Yeah of course, they must’ve had you in mind when they came up with that term.”

“Aw gosh I love you.” He put his hand over his heart and smiled, “but really, what are you thinking about? Hmm?” He prodded and you felt yourself already start to panic. He took a long drink of his water bottle, while continuing to stare at you.

“Okay fine, I was thinking that the guy who’s in the “Adam.” vine and the “hi, welcome to chili’s” guy are not the same person, but twins and I don’t know what to do with this information.” You rambled and Harry choked, gasping for air.

“Girl, you have got to use your one braincell for something more important than that. You’ve gotta be kidding.” He said but you shook your head no.

“Dead serious, why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know, sometimes you don’t always say everything.”

“What do you mean by that?” You inquired and Harry remained silent.

“Nothing.” He choked out the word, and began to stare straight ahead. “Anyway can you just pass me the vanilla?”

—

“We can’t continue to do this anymore.”

A few days had passed since the baking incident, and you were convinced that Harry knew about you and Tom. You two were making out in the hallway closet, since it was one of the furthest points away from Harry’s bedroom, and far enough away from the living room so no one would hear you. You had begged Tom to not show any affection in the main parts of the house so that you wouldn’t get caught, so you two often ended up here.

“Whoa whoa, what do you mean by that?” His eyes scanned your face, and he rubbed your arm as you stood there silent.

“Baby please say something, it’s killing me. What do you mean we can’t do this anymore?” He whispered.

“I can’t sneak around behind my best friends back anymore, Tom. Okay? He’s gonna find out and he’ll be mad and I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose either one of you but if I had to choose-” you stopped yourself, and Tom looked at you with wide eyes.

“Finish your sentence.” He insisted, but you shook your head no. “I don’t want to finish it.”

“Say it.” He pleaded, and you looked down so he wouldn’t see a tear escape your eye.

“Say it!” He screamed and you flinched.

“I didn’t want to choose, but if I had to pick then I would pick Harry, alright?” You choked out the last word, and took a deep breath before finishing your thought. “I want a relationship with you but just because I want it, it doesn’t make it right. I love being Harry’s friend, and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship just for a relationship with you.” Tom backed away from you, speechless as he reached for the door handle.

“Tom I’m sorry, just wait one second.” You grabbed his hand and he stood there, waiting for you to break his heart again.

“Let’s not make things weird between us, yeah? Then everyone will know for sure what happened.” You stated.

“Right, because now we care so much about what others think.” He added as he left, closing the door and leaving you in the closet alone.

You knew this day would come, and you braced yourself for it, so when it crumbled you were prepared for it. You just felt numb, and the shock almost hasn’t registered yet. You left the closet and walked into the living room, where Harry and Sam were playing video games.

“What’s with the long face?” Sam asked as Harry looked up at you.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how once I got a fortune from a fortune cookie that read ‘fortune not found: abort, retry, ignore?’ and I think I’ve been destined for bad luck ever since that fateful day.”

“Ah, cool. Hey would you want to play a game with us?” Harry asked, completely ignoring what you had just said.

“Sure, what kind?” You asked, but before you had a chance to find out what it was, Harry bolted past you.

“Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison, get over here!” He ran up and down the hallway, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“What in the world?” Harrison asked.

“Did someone die?” Tuwaine inquired, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“It’s nothing bad, wanna play a game with all of us?” He asked and everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.

“Well what kind of game?” Harrison said hesitantly as Harry just grinned.

“I’ll explain once everyone comes into the living room because I don’t want to explain it twice.”

Everyone made their way into the room, and Harry instructed them to sit on the floor in a circle. Just then Sam downed the last of his beer and set the bottle on its side in the middle of the circle.

“Alright, it’s truth or dare, but with a twist. Technically it’s more of a spin, it’s regular truth or dare but instead of singling each other out, it’ll be more fair with the spin the bottle aspect.” He rambled, taking a seat right next to you.

You noticed that Tom was sat as far away from you as possible, and dodging your gaze. You looked back to see Harry resting his hand on your knee.

“Are we ready to play? I’ll go first.” Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Harrison.

“Alright mate, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Okay.” Harry paused, “I dare you to read the last text message you received.”

Harrison unlocked his phone, and after a few seconds spoke. “Aha, it just says “Your amazon package is on its way.”

“Dang I was hoping it would’ve been juicier than that.” Harry remarked as Harrison spun the bottle. It landed back on Harry and he just smirked.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Last lie you told?” Harrison leaned his arms back and propped himself up with them. Harry thought for a minute and just shrugged his shoulders.

“I told Sam that I really liked his squash soup recipe but it’s utterly disgusting.” He gagged and Sam punched him in the arm. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, right?” He asked and everyone remained silent.

“Whatever, spin the bottle asshole.” Sam crossed his arms over his shoulders as Harry spun the bottle, landing on you.

“Oh god.” You blurted out and Harry replied “Oh god, indeed Y/N. Truth or dare?” He grinned like the Cheshire Cat and your fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in.

“Truth.” You spit out, and Harry just looked you dead in the eye and said “I dare you to tell everyone that you’re dating Tom behind my back and decided not to tell me about it, even though I trusted you completely and entirely.”

“I-I’m, um, not, well-” you stammered. Your vision was becoming blurry and you felt a panic attack coming on. Without warning you jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Okay I think he had that one rehearsed.” Tuwaine remarked, and the room became silent again. Everyone looked at Harry disapprovingly, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut right through it.

“Why would you say that?” Harrison asked and Harry was silent. “How do you even know she’s dating Tom?”

“Was dating, we’re not together anymore.” Tom added and everyone looked at him.

“What?” Harry asked, and Tom replied, “You heard me, we’re not dating anymore. She broke up with me earlier because she knew it was wrong that we didn’t tell you. She felt so guilty about it that she tossed her happiness aside to make sure you would still be her friend. She chose you over me, and now I’m starting to think she may have regretted that decision.”

“I’m a terrible friend, aren’t I?” Harry whispered and everyone nodded their heads collectively.

“I’m afraid so.” Tom said quietly.

“I gotta go talk to her.” Harry got up and ran out of the living room. He sped walked around the house looking for you, until he found you sitting outside next to the chicken coop. You were sitting with your knees to your chest on a lawn chair, holding a blanket and looking at your phone.

He hesitantly stood at the glass doors, and cracked the door open. You looked up to see him standing there, and you averted your gaze away from him.

“Hey, can we talk please? I come in peace.” Harry said and you remained silent. He pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, and cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. I should’ve talked to you about it in private, and I’m sorry. I know that was a dick move, and I regret doing it.” His gaze was soft as he looked over at you, but you were avoiding his gaze, and pulling on a loose blanket string.

He sighed and continued to speak. “Tom said you broke up with him because you felt guilty for sneaking around. I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to sneak around, though. If he makes you really happy then I want what’s best for you. After all you’re my best friend, and I love you. And if your happiness means dating my brother then go for it, I genuinely mean it.”

You two sat there in silence for about a minute, until you finally spoke.

You knew?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, it was obvious.”

“What tipped you off?” You tilted your head slightly to look at him, and he met your gaze.

“When I came up behind you while we were baking cookies, I noticed you smelled faintly like Tom’s cologne, and how else would you smell like that if you weren’t constantly close enough to him?”

“Well, I also cuddle with you and Sam, so that’s not the best indicator.” You said flatly and he smirked.

“I also heard you two kissing outside at midnight. You were making right above my open bedroom window, of course I could hear you. Look, my bedroom window is right there.” He pointed upwards and you could clearly see his potted plant in the windowsill. “Also, Tom isn’t a silent lover if you know what I mean.” Harry lifted his brow as you began to choke. He patted your back as you tried to catch your breath, which resulted in him breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“I should’ve asked you if it was alright that I dated Tom. I’m sorry I went behind your back.” You had your head low and Harry shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you have to sneak around, just to be happy. Do you like him?”

“Of course, I mean sure, he gets on my nerves,” you let out a small laugh, “but I really do like Tom. He makes me happy and I enjoy spending time with him.”

“Then you have my blessing.” He stood up and bowed dramatically.

“Are you sure, Harry? I mean I-”

“Little one, I want you to be happy, even if it means you dating my imbecile brother.” He laughed and you pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you.” You whispered against his chest, and he whispered back “You’re welcome. Now go get your man.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go.” He ushered towards the door and you made your way back inside.

It didn’t take long to find Tom, who was sitting on his bed, eyes focused on his laptop. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and he shifted his gaze back to his laptop.

“Tommy?” You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He continued to ignore you, and you felt as though you could cry.

“Please look at me? I’m sorry I broke up with you. I shouldn’t have and Harry said I have his blessing so that we-”

“Wait what did you say?” Tom cut you off, closing his laptop and sitting up. He scooted closer to you and put his hand on your knee.

“Harry said that he’s okay with us dating, so-.” You were cut off again by Tom crashing his lips onto yours. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your chest flush with his. Breathless, you pulled away for a second, but Tom only pulled you in again.

“Are you mad-” you tried to speak but he cut you off yet again. “Don’t speak, okay? We’ll talk later. I just want you now.” You crashed your lips onto his, Tom moaning as he kissed you more passionately.

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trashy-slashy · 4 years

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yooo do you write for soulmate AUs? because like... the sinclair brothers finding their soulmates and that's what spares them from getting killed tho

I have such a soft spot for Soulmate AU’s and for these boys! I’m so excited for this prompt ee

Bo heard stories as a child about soulmates. That touching the person who you were meant for would burn, a searing pain that would mark you both, sealing your fates together. He talked about it with Vincent, mulling over what sort of soulmate they would like. “You don’t get to pick” Vincent would grumble, earning himself a pout from his twin. “I know, I’m just wonderin’”. But then came dinner. Bo hid. He knew what his father would do. “There you are you lil’ fucker” He snarled, slamming open the closet door. Bo screamed, thrashing against his grip. “Stop it boy! It will only get worse!” The chair. The restraints. Tears flowed down Bo’s face, his mother tutting at his behaviour. “You are never gonna find a soulmate Bo, you’re a monster.”

Bo never thought about it after that. Never even the possibility. He was a monster. At least he had Vincent. Every hitchhiker he picked off the road made Ambrose a little less lonely, for a little while. Bo forgot how to feel human for a long time. He forgot how to feel anything. He supported and loved his brother, the way Mama used to, but his heart wasn’t in it. He chased and maimed his victims, hoping to feel something. Nothing worked.

When you showed up in Ambrose, Bo sighed. “Here we go again.” He threw his cigarette to the floor, crushing the flame with his heel. “Hey darlin’, you lost?” You smiled nervously at him. Bo smirked, running his fingers through his hair. This one would be too easy.

Bo toyed with you, letting you wear yourself out, darting all over Ambrose in an attempt to find help. He could have killed you hours ago, but chasing you was more interesting than doing nothing. “I’m not gonna hurt ya sweetheart” You had your back pressed against one of the buildings, wishing the wall would swallow you up. The sky had turned dark an hour or so ago, giving you some cover between the houses. You glanced around frantically, desperating trying to hear what direction your attacker was coming from.

Bo spotted you a while ago, but wandered past anyway, letting you think you were safe. It was always so much sweeter when they still had a fragment of hope. He heard you scuttle around the back of the house, sneaking around to cut you off. “Found you-“ Bo sprang at you, his fingers wrapping around your throat. As soon as he touched you he yelped, retracting to cradle his singed hand. “What the fuck did you do!?” He snarled, vein pulsing in his head. You froze entirely, a deer in the headlights. “I... you...” You began, the burning sensation dulling from where his hand had been. Bo grew angrier at your useless mutterings, producing a blade from his pocket to press it against your throat.

“You little...” The weapon clattered to the floor when the realisation hit him. It had been so long since he even thought about soulmates, he forgot they existed. His handprint marred your neck, claiming you as his own. “No, this ain’t right.” He shook his head in denial, backing out of the alley. “FUCK!” His fist collided with brick, busting open his knuckles. This was a cruel trick, probably Lester thinking it was hilarious to try and make him completely lose it. Yeah, that must be it. He had no soulmate. Just him and Vinnie. Bo turned back towards you, each breath racking his shoulders.

“I don’t think this was ideal for me either.” You laughed nervously, keeping stock of the situation. Bo was deathly still. Feeling a little braver, you shuffled towards him. “You’re fake.” He barked defensively. Your heart went out to your soulmate, watching the torment flash across his eyes, every muscle in his body pulled tight, ready to run. You were close enough to feel his breath on your face. Something ethereal tugged at your hands, the appendages moving of their own volition. “Am I?” Without thinking, your fingers wound around his wrists, biting your lip as fire scorched your palms. You expected him to lash out, not let you burn your marks into his skin. The flesh felt mottled under your touch, reforming and melding around your palms. Bo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, suddenly exhausted from his outburst, every bolted down emotion bubbling out of control. You smiled as his chin rested on your head. “Bo.” He muttered into your hair. Bo was terrified, but damn it if he didn’t want to stay like this a little longer.

Vincent

Soulmates were just something that happened. Not to Vincent, but to normal people. He never brought it up, knowing that Bo had bad memories surrounding the concept. He’d had to kick Lester a few times for not shutting up about the pretty girls on the highway. Vincent always hoped he had some chance, but between his deformities and lifestyle it wasn’t really possible. Instead he threw himself into his art, doodling ideas of what his soulmate would look like, staring into the eyes of his sculptures. ‘It could have been you’.

There hadn’t been any reports of people touching their soulmates after they died. It wasn’t really a common occurence after all. Everytime Bo threw him a fresh body, Vincent was always hesitant to touch them. His brother had forgotten, but he hadn’t. As he grew lonelier, Vincent found himself spilling hot wax on himself, relishing the sting, wishing he could feel it on someone else’s skin.

“Vinnie, I got two, give me a hand would ya’?” Bo poked his head around the corner, disturbing Vincent’s concentration. He jerked his head in response. Vincent knew the drill. Bo would go, act charming, lure their prey into the house... so they could recreate Mama’s vision. Waiting patiently, Vincent patrolled his underground cavern, listening for his cue to strike.

You tumbled down the trapdoor, howling when you landed on your leg unnaturally, the sound of bones snapping reverberated off the walls “Please, stop!” Vincent had chased you through the house, dropping down after you. He sighed at the state of your leg; an extra job before he could turn you into a beautiful model. You sobbed pitifully, clutching at your thigh. Vincent lifted you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder. You thrashed pointlessly, whimpering as each step sent a jolt of pain down your leg. “Please...” Your back connected with what seemed like a medical bench as the masked man manhandled you as he pleased. You gulped. There was no escape with your injury. Shears glided towards your throat, your shirt falling to ribbons below you. Vincent retrieved a large syringe, splaying his hand on your stomach to steady you.

His skin was on fire. Surely his imagination? Vincent recoiled, eye blowing wide as he saw the perfect indentation of his hand on your belly. It couldn’t be... You gasped at the sensation, propping yourself up to check the mark. “We’re... soulmates?” Vincent stepped back from you, trembling. He didn’t expect it to ever happen. And now that it was... he panicked. You wouldn’t love him, you’d just been fleeing in terror, you’d broken your fucking leg trying to get away from him. Bo wouldn’t let you stay, he didn’t believe in soulmates after all. Maybe he could fix this, salvage it. He had to try.

Vincent dropped the serum on the side, dropping to his knees beside you. If he ever had a reason to be alive, you were it. But what about his face? You would surely be horrified. “I’m sorry” He wheezed, looking down at the floor. Death would surely be preferable to a lifetime with him. “Can I see?” You gestured to his mask, curious to see your soulmates real face. Something pulled you to this place, and yes, being shit scared and breaking your leg wasn’t ideal but damned if you didn’t trust in the soulmate system. There was a reason you two were connected and despite everything, you weren’t going to throw that away.

Vincent hated taking off his mask. Even around Bo. He saw the side glances, the looks of disgust. His twin loved him, but that didn’t make him any less of a freak. But the way you looked at him, your eyes so warm and kind. He sighed, avoiding your gaze as he freed himself from the wax barricade.

He waited for you to scream, to gasp, something that proved how repulsive he was. What he didn’t expect was your palms cupping his cheeks ever so gently, the invisible flames licking at scarred flesh. You whimpered at the burning in your hands, blood running down your chin as your teeth sunk into your lip. Vincent pressed his head against yours, fingers weaving into your hair to lock you against him. You were real. You were his. And he’d never been happier.

Lester

The most optimisitic of all the Sinclair’s, Lester had a bad habit of trying to touch literally everyone. Everything he knew was from magazine’s he’d ransackes from the twins’ victims, considering that Bo wasn’t a believer and Vinnie wasn’t much for conversation.

When he found you trawling the highway, Lester jovially offered you a lift to Ambrose. “Ma brother’s got a phone you can use I bet” He beamed, chatting away as he took you down the beaten path. “What brings you out here then Missy?” You sighed. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant topic and you didn’t really want to bother him with your worries.

“Almost there, d’ya mind givin’ me a hand?” You bent over the hub of the truck, unaware of Lester oogling at your ass. He smirked to himself, trying to subtly brush against you and failing, horribly. “Hey, asshole!” Your hand connected with his face, the crack reverberating through the trees. Your hand turned to fire in your hands, clutching at it pointlessly to try and stifle the pain.

“I was only tryna-“ Lester turned into a puppy when he saw your hand burning, the initial sting of the slap turning into the warm sensation of a soulmate’s mark. “You’re my soulmate!” He jumped on the spot, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. “I knew it, I knew I had one!” You groaned underneath him. This was going to be exhausting. “Ma name’s Lester, you gotta come meet ma brother’s Bo and Vinnie-“ He trailed off when he saw you leaning against the car, your arms crossed. “Oh I’m sorry darlin’ I get a bit excited”

“I can see that.” You giggled, running your eyes up and down him. “Why’d I have to get some nasty pervert though?” Lester pouted like a child until he realised you were being sarcastic. “Oh real funny, I was gonna give you the world but I guess I’ll keep it to myself now” Despite the gruff demanour and constant waft of roadkill, you could tell he was an absolute sweetheart. You extended your hand towards him, waggling your fingers. He entwined his hand with yours grunting at the foreign sensation. You pressed a kiss to Lester’s cheek, squeezing his hand. “Now that’s simply not true, is it?”

#bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #soulmate au #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #can you tell im a total simp for bo #he would be SO smug having his mark on your neck #and i’m cracking up at lester having a permenant bitchslap

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phantom-curve · 4 years

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someday this will have a real title pt. 3

wow this one got away from me a lil bit. did I use it as an excuse to listen to Wake Up on repeat for an hour? yes. did I cry while writing it? yes. do with that information what you will.

I really like how this is turning out. honestly, thinking of writing a companion piece from Luke’s POV once I finish Julie’s. also, I realized while writing this that Luke basically ‘poofs’ into Julie’s space every time he interacts with her even though he’s not a ghost and I love that consistency.

still have no idea how long this will be, so thanks for just going on this adventure with me!

tag list: @blue-hat-girl, @lwhoscribbles (thank you! honestly, they’ve got such strong voices writing these characters is a delight. also, titles are hard), @bluefyoto94 (thank you!), @5sosmukefan, @moonlightxnder, @leahthewonder lemme know if you want to be added!

The second the entrance of Los Feliz High School was in her sight, Julie was unbuckling her seatbelt, bolting out of the car in a mad dash to escape into the academic institution. Luke didn’t even have time to fully park the car before she had slipped out of it, her curly head disappearing into the mass of students surging through the front doors as the first bell began to ring. Social etiquette dictated that she wait around long enough to at least thank Luke for the ride, but honestly, social etiquette could suck a fat one. She had been dealing with fake social graces for the last year and frankly, she was sick of all of the bullshit. She didn’t feel particularly inclined to extend said graces to overconfident band boys intent on disrupting her carefully constructed routine.

For the last year Luke had been content to ignore her presence in the few classes they shared, perfectly happy basking in the glory of being an upperclassman with unprecedented musical talent. Luke knew exactly where he was going and how he was going to get there. He didn’t stop to wait for the school to hook him up with gigs, he went out and made the shows happen for his band himself. Julie had always admired his confidence, wished she could be more like him.

She hadn’t always loved the cockier side to his attitude though. He had a tendency to act like god’s gift to music and it drove her insane considering there were kids at this school that worked just as hard as him but wouldn’t ever make it quite as far. Not everyone could be born with that kind of talent, but that didn’t mean he had to rub other people’s faces in it! She should know, hadn’t she always been complimented on her musical ability before anything else? And now that she didn’t have that same gift to offer up to the masses, wasn’t she just another forgotten face in the crowd?

Head low, shoulders hunched against the onslaught of emotion, Julie pushed her way through the morning crowd of students. She didn’t look up until she knew her locker would be in front of her, and even then she only lifted her head long enough to bury it inside of the metal box, pretending she was searching for the schoolbooks already in her backpack.

“Hey, under achiever.”

The familiar voice was warm, the nickname affectionate instead of insulting. It pulled a reluctant smile from Julie as she turned to meet her best friend’s gentle gaze.

“Hey, disappointment.”

Flynn gave her a little hip bump and a sad smile. Oh. So, word had already spread around the school.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Julie hefted her backpack higher on her shoulder, one hand reaching to pull her hat low. Too late she recognized how her own actions almost mirrored Luke’s earlier. Flynn, best friend that she was, linked her arm through Julie’s and began to lead them down the hallway towards homeroom.

“Okay.”

Julie breathed a sigh of relief. Her best friend could be like a dog with a bone sometimes, unable to let any perceived injustice go without a fight. She was thankful she had avoided whatever rant Flynn had at the ready for the time being.

“But we’re gonna have to talk about it eventually, Jules. You can’t just let them kick you out! You’re Julie Molina! Voice of an angel! Queen of-!”

Or maybe not. Flynn’s declarations cut off immediately at the cold look Julie sent her way.

“Right, don’t wanna talk about it.”

Julie nodded fiercely, unmoved by Flynn’s disappointed sigh as she pulled out of her grasp and slipped into her desk. Flynn hadn’t lost her mom and her ability to play music all at once. Flynn didn’t have the entire school breathing down her neck. Flynn’s life wasn’t falling apart in front of her eyes. Flynn didn’t get to judge. Head down, Julie fought back the feelings of shame and guilt, focusing on her anger instead.

She made it through most of the day like that, relying solely on the fuel her fury provided to get her through her classes. Until her last two classes of the day. Composition and Solo Vocal Studies. Except, she wasn’t in those classes anymore. She had been dropped from them like the useless failure that she was. Her dad still didn’t know, so there hadn’t been a meeting with the school to change her schedule. But she couldn’t just go to a class she had been asked to leave. The final bell rang, and Julie was left by herself in the empty hallways. She glanced at the closed classroom doors around her, feeling small and lost. Suddenly, the red-hot rage that had sustained her all day was doused by an overwhelming wave of sadness. She was alone.

Unable to stomach the thought of losing it in the middle of the school, Julie sprinted for the nearest exit. Her surroundings were a blur until she practically slammed into the metal doors, crashing her way outside. She took a few steps before doubling over on her knees, gasping for breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, focused on nothing more than the air going in and out of her lungs. It was breezy, the warm wind blowing her hair around, the wayward curls tickling her face. The sensation helped to ground her, and she finally opened her eyes, the panic receding as she stood. The door creaked open behind her. Julie stiffened at the noise. The hair on the back of her neck felt electrified, and she didn’t have to hear him speak to know who it was. A throat cleared.

“You, um...you dropped this.”

She heard fabric rustling, the soft swoosh of what must be his arm lifting. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, the frustration she’d been thriving on all day creeping in at the edges. She clung to it like a lifeline as she turned to meet his puppy dog eyes.

“What, are you stalking me or something?!”

Her voice was hoarse, not as strong or snappy as she had intended. She balled her hands into tight fists at her sides, ready to verbally attack as she leaned forward waiting for him to respond. He didn’t say anything, eyes soft as he looked down to where his hand was outstretched holding...her hat. Her hands flew to her head, landing on hair instead of the trusty ballcap she had kept perched there for the last year. So that’s how her curls had gotten loose earlier. Heat rose again, burning its way up from her chest to her cheeks to the tips of her ears. She snatched it out of his hands, shoving it back on her head with more force than necessary.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing. You, uh, bolted outta there pretty quick. Everything okay?”

She watched him bob slightly, like he couldn’t stop moving for even a second. His voice was melodic, somehow everything he said sounding like he was on the verge of bursting into song. In another life, she probably would have been charmed by him. Not in this life though.

“Fine. Looks like I’m done with school for the day I guess.”

She practically sneered at him. Something about his gentle prodding scratched at her. Everyone knew she was a disaster. Everyone knew she was out of the music program, a washed up has been before she had been able to even make it in the first place. He didn’t need to use the kid gloves with her.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you usually have...”

He trailed off, eyes downcast, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. She glared, not even noticing that he somehow knew her schedule.

“Yeah. Usually. Not anymore. So.”

He rocked back on his heels, hands shoved in his jean pockets, arms flexing in an unfairly aggressive display of hotness. His eyes were still looking at her with that same gentle expression. Like he cared. Her fingertips itched and she realized with a start that she desperately wanted to grab her keyboard and pound out an angry ballad about this...this too nice fuckboy with a pretty face and she could see the notes forming now and she could practically feel the smooth chill of the keys under her fingers and...she staggered backwards.

What the hell was that?! Her heart raced, adrenaline spiking. Oh no. No no no. She couldn’t want to play for this dumb boy. She hadn’t been able to play for her dad or her brother. She hadn’t been able to play for Flynn, hadn’t been able to play for her mother. She couldn’t even play for herself! What kind of special magic did Luke freakingPatterson possess that made her want to play again? It wasn’t fair.

“I gotta go.”

She swerved around him, reaching for the school doors. They held fast, locked from the inside. Her shoulders slumped. Just her luck.

“Hey, Julie?”

She didn’t answer, but it didn’t stop him.

“I’m really sorry about your mom. She was an incredible songwriter. You are too.”

The last part was said quietly but Julie heard it anyway. She couldn’t help but scoff as she turned to face him again. He stood perfectly still this time.

“How would you know that?”

His eyes, still so soft, crinkled a bit at the edges. Not a full smile, but she could tell he wanted to. Without breaking their stare down, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a worn, folded square of paper. Her gaze dipped, eyes widening. Her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t be. He held it out to her.

“I found it last year. In the practice room. I know I should have given it to you earlier, but there was never a right time. I’m sorry.”

Julie’s vision swam. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she reached out to take the paper he offered.

“I thought...I tried to...”

“I know.”

His voice was the sweetest croon as his fingers closed around hers, tucking the sheet music safely into her palm.

“I went back the next day, but...it was gone.”

“I’m so sorry. God, I should have had Alex give it to Flynn or something.”

“No.” She locked her eyes on his once more. “It wasn’t the right time.”

He gave her a small smile, bouncing just a bit on the balls of his feet again. And then, as if understanding that she needed this moment to herself, he gave her a small nod and disappeared around the side of the building. Julie closed her eyes for a moment, clutching the papers to her chest.

Last year, in a fit of heartbroken rage and unable to express herself through music like she had for her entire life, Julie had locked herself in the practice room after school and thrown an all-out tantrum. She had screamed herself sick, cried until she couldn’t breathe, and in a final fit of uncontrollable emotion, trashed the last song that she had written with her mother, finished just days before she took her last breath. It had been satisfying in the moment. A vow to give up the part of herself that was made up of her mother, cut the pain off at the source so to speak. She had regretted it the instant she woke up the next morning, but it was too late. By the time she got to school, the first student on campus even, the practice room had already been cleaned. The hollowed out, empty feeling of loss that had followed had been gut wrenching. The realization that she had thrown the last connection to her mother in the trash left a gaping hole in her heart. It had been a fitting punishment that Julie had never even gotten to play the final product. A fitting punishment that she would never play anything again.

Luke had just changed all of that. He had given her that piece of her heart back. Fingers trembling, she unfolded the pages. She traced the looping letters of her mother’s familiar handwriting, following the notes up and down the bars, the melody playing in her head as she read. At the very end, a final message she had missed before:

Julie, you can do it.

Love, Mom

It felt like coming home. Pages clutched to her heart once more, Julie leaned against the building, lifted her face to the sky, and wept.

#you guys this was supposed to be a fun lil writing exercise and now it's a full on fanfic #that's honestly v on brand for me #also this was supposed to be fluffy! blame julie for the angst!!#julie and the phantoms #jatp #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #luke x julie #julie molina #luke patterson #palina #Mads speaks #Mads writes #jatp ficlet #jatp fanfic #jule ficlet #juke fanfic #find the strength find the melody

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Less Cases More Kisses Tim Drake x Reader

Words:1k

Requested? Yes! From the lovely @officiallydarkgeek!

“I just saw your prompt list (lmao I think I already requested one less than an hour ago oops) anyway, #6 "you can't kiss me all day" with Tim when he tries to work on cases the moment he woke up and reader wants him to stay in bed. I'm a sucker for fluff I'm sORRY.”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Hi angel! this request is the fluff I neeeeeeed. Plus it’s with my boi Timbers so this is perfect - thank you for the amazing request! Also thank you for filling my inbox you’re my favorite hooman!!! Hope you enjoy this lil fluffy flirty moment!

Last night was one of your favorite nights with your boyfriend ever. It was his forced night off so you finally got some 1 on 1 time and the night ended with him [get this] sleeping in his bed with you. Yes, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne held you for 8 hours of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. During the night you woke up and couldn’t stop grinning as his chest rose and fell as he lightly snored. His arms were draped around you, fingers lightly twitching on your torso. Perfection wasn’t a good enough word to describe the night. Any you were determined to carry the president into the morning.

You woke up first, a crack of Sunday morning sunlight shone down on you and Tim’s shared bedroom in the manor. Tim had transformed part of the manor into his own wing so that he could have his own space but be close to Bruce for Batman and Wayne Enterprises stuff. It was like living above the rest of the manor, it was serene and you loved getting to spend some days with Tim’s brothers and some with Alfred and others in your own space. This morning you intended on keeping Tim to yourself. Taking another moment to drink in Tim’s adorable bedhead and new position which had him practically sleeping on top of you, wrapping you up in a bearhug while he breathed heavily in your ear.

After starring at him for far too long you saw his eyes flutter open and he flipped over so you were now on top of him. You sat up, legs around his hips looking down at him with a grin. He stretched is arms before reaching to pull you back down into his grip. Enjoying the warmth and comfort you whispered “one more hour babe” and he nodded, pulling you closer to him. Relaxing into his grip you closed your eyes, trying to bring sleep back. As you lay completely still you felt Tim move to get up just 10 minutes after promising you another hour. Determined to keep him you threw an arm around him in your “sleep” making it significantly more difficult to roll out of bed.

About 10 minutes later Tim tried to slither out of your grip again. Just as he went to sit up your fingers wrapped around his arm and practically ripped him back into bed. You opened your eyes and rolled on top of him again, snuggling into his chest. “No you said an hour Timmy” you complained putting on your best puppy-dog eyes that always melted his soul. “Mhm but I have cases I need to work on!” he whined as his hands began caressing the back of your head, lightly tugging on strands of hair and combing his hands through it nonchalantly has you continued to lay of top of him. “Bruce said 24 hours off last night at like 4 that means you have the day with me. You don’t want to get rid of me do you” you batted your eyes and Tim chuckled “so you can’t remember when I’m supposed to be working on cases and come over but you always know when I’m actually free huh?” you scrunched your nose and stuck out your tongue. “It’s true, I suffer from a selective memory” Tim rolled his eyes and lifted your chin from his chest to his lips giving you a peck. Your hand moved up to hold his cheek as you whispered “yes less cases more kisses” and Tim hummed in reply as he connected his lips to your neck, lightly peppering your face with kisses.

Just as you were about to sink into his embrace, he flipped the two of you over and passionately kissed you. Shocked you instinctively kissed him back, trying to echo the passion he’d brought. Pulling away your grin fell when he got up before you could drag him back into your arms. “You can’t kiss me all day babe!” he chuckled as you pouted. Watching him leave and head down to the rest of the manor you decided to get ready for the day then find him after you’d found breakfast.

After making animal shaped pancakes with a judgemental audience, also known as Damian, you craved more kisses from your boyfriend. “Do you know where Timmy is?” Damian shrugged as he took a bite from pancake-titus’ face and pointed towards the BatCave entrance. “Why do I even ask” you mumbled to yourself as you headed down.

As always Tim was set up, typing something about Killer-Croc’s most recent sightings. You noticed how focused he was that he didn’t notice you sneaking up behind him. Grabbing the side of his spinny chair with a “WHOOSH” you spun his around so he was facing you, slightly shocked. “Wha!- oh hey love I’m just doing some prep work!” he sheepishly grinned at you as you rolled your eyes. Knowing exactly what you wanted he scooted back in the chair, letting you climb into his lap he secured you with one hand while he started working on his cases again, trying to focus as you attempted to kiss every inch of skin on his face. Trying to remind him the promise you tsked him: “remember *kiss* less *kiss* cases *kiss* more *kiss* kisses!” you finished by kissing his lips to block any reply that wasn’t him kissing you back.

Tim obliged, sitting him, both hands secured on your hips pulling you in as he deepened the kiss. Loving the connection you began to lightly grind your hips making Tim see stars. He broke the kiss as he stood up, still carrying you in his arms. “It doesn’t take my genius to know I should take you back to bed” he winked as you nodded. “Finally you’re catching on!” you smirked as your legs wrapped around Tim’s waist, his hands supporting you as he practically ran back to your bedroom. Thank goodness Damian was elsewhere you didn’t want to scar him again.

As Tim practically slammed the door behind him you grabbed his chin reminding him “mornings with me are always better love” and he nodded as he pulled of his shirt, if last night was one of your favorite nights ever, this morning would be one of your favorite activities you and Tim had even done together ;).

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x you #tim drake fluff #ending was lowk bad but theres not much time for thought before the actions y/n and tim are about to do yk?#damian wayne #dc fluff #tim drake cute #bruce wayne #batboys x you #batboys x reader #batboys x y/n #damian wayne x reader

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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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Sweeter Than You (Eskel/Lambert, Modern AU)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: "A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating."

Pairing: Eskel/Lambert

Content Warning: Modern AU (lawyer Lambert, baker Eskel), implied sexual content at the end of the chapter (nothing graphic)

Read on AO3.

Lambert has had the shittiest day at work.

First, he got stuck in downtown Novigrad traffic even though his traffic app told him that the roads were all clear, which in turn made him late for his 9am meeting. Real professional, great first impression. His client was understanding about the situation, but Lambert hates being late, especially when he’s trying to score new clients for his firm. The meeting went well despite his tardiness, and Lambert is convinced he’ll get the case settled in no time, but his day just kept getting shittier and shittier. He ended up spilling hot coffee on his brand new suit and the only spare he kept at the office was slightly too snug when he put it on. Great, he apparently put on weight, too. That has to be Eskel’s fault, what with all the treats he bakes for Lambert at the weekend.

If the day wasn’t bad enough, Lambert’s car broke down on his way to lunch with an important client. It took the tow-truck a whole hour to get to him, which meant that Lambert had to cancel on his client and lose out on a potential settlement agreement. To add insult to injury, the sandwich Lambert ended up buying from a nearby bakery tasted of ass. Though admittedly Lambert’s taste buds have considerably developed since he started dating Eskel, because the man is a literal genius in the kitchen. Lambert can’t eat generic sandwiches anymore without comparing them to Eskel’s creations.

When the tow-truck finally showed up, Lambert decided to call time of death on this generally miserable day. He called his secretary and told her to clear his diary for the day, which he knew that Essi would pull off. She’s hands down the best secretary in the whole of Novigrad, in Lambert’s eyes anyway, and well worth the considerable salary he pays her each month. After calling Essi, Lambert hailed down a taxi only to find that he left his wallet in his car, which was now being towed away to the nearest garage. Great. Just fantastic.

Fuck this shit, fuck his car, fuck his job, and fuck the entire universe.

Lambert just starts walking without a clear destination in mind. His suit is too tight and uncomfortable, but he can’t bring himself to care as he tries to work off the anxious energy bubbling in his chest. He wants to scream, or punch something, whatever yields the most satisfaction. Why is the world against him today? What did he do to deserve this? Lambert considers dialling Eskel, but he knows that his boyfriend won’t be able to hear the phone if he’s at work.

Oh, wait a second.

Lambert looks around for the first time since storming off and he quickly realises that he’s not actually too far away from Eskel’s shop. The thought brightens his mood a little - if Lambert’s not able to go home and hide away from the world, at least he can spend the afternoon helping his boyfriend out in the bakery. Or just wait until Eskel has a minute to spare so Lambert can hug out all his frustrations in the backroom… or do other things in Eskel’s office. With a renewed spring in his step, Lambert makes haste towards Eskel’s shop.

It doesn't take long for him to reach Lil Titbits, a quaint-looking shop just off the main street of Novigrad's business centre. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but Lambert knows just how hard Eskel worked to make the inside of his shop as inviting and cosy as humanly possible. As soon as Lambert steps inside the bakery, the heavenly smell of warm baked bread and freshly made coffee invades his nostrils. If he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend like he’s stepping inside his and Eskel’s home rather than his boyfriend’s shop.

The little bell above the door chimes loudly, announcing his presence. Lambert instantly notices that the place is quiet - which is not unusual for a Wednesday afternoon, when most of Eskel’s customers are still either at work or at school. Lambert notices an elderly couple sitting in the booth by the window, enjoying a generous slice of lemon-meringue pie - oh fuck, Lambert loves Eskel’s lemon-meringue pies - between themselves. Lambert can’t fathom why anyone would share a slice of pie that good, especially since Eskel’s creations are by far the best fucking thing Lambert’s ever tasted. People are weird.

Apart from those two customers, the place is empty. It doesn’t take long for Eskel to appear behind the counter, wearing his favourite apron, the one that reads “They Call Me Darth Baker” written in a white font on the black fabric. Geralt, Eskel’s brother, bought him that apron for Christmas, but Lambert never thought Eskel would actually wear it at work, for every customer to see, but that’s Eskel for you. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about what people think of him. Lambert has always admired that about him.

“Hey babe,” Eskel greets him, his smile bright enough to rival the moon, stars, and the fucking sun. The deep baritone of his boyfriend’s voice washes over Lambert in calming waves. “Bit early for you to be here. Everything alright?”

Lambert’s legs move of their own volition, and before he knows it, he’s behind the counter burying himself in the warmth and safety of Eskel’s arms. “I am now,” he breathes, his tone just on that side of pouty, before rubbing his cheek against Eskel’s nerdy apron. He doesn’t give a shit if the customers at the back of the shop see them, nor does he care if he ends up with flour in his beard. He needs this, needs to feel Eskel close, because today’s been a shitty day and the only person who can make it better is his boyfriend.

“Oh sweetheart, what’s up?” Eskel asks, his voice soft and reassuring like he’s talking to a spooked animal. Lambert only tightens his hold around Eskel, not ready to break the sweetness of the moment by reminiscing about his not-so-good-very-bad day. “Wanna move through to the kitchen?”

That, in fact, sounds like a great fucking idea. Lambert almost whines when Eskel pulls away from him, but the urge quickly fades when Eskel laces their fingers together and drags Lambert through the back by the hand. Once they have regained a semblance of privacy, Lambert lets Eskel pull him into another soul-crushing hug.

“I hate everything. And everyone. Well no, not everyone. I don’t hate you.”

“Mmh, good to know,” Eskel rumbles, sounding amused, “what happened, puppy?”

Lambert buries deeper in Eskel’s embrace as he replies, his words slightly muffled by the fabric of Eskel’s apron.

“Got stuck in traffic this morning, then was late for my meeting, spilt coffee on my suit, my car broke down, I missed lunch with a potential client who’s worth a buttload of money, and I’m getting fat,” Lambert ends, his tone decidedly whiny when he’s reminded of just how snug his emergency suit feels. Damn Eskel and his ridiculously good treats.

“Naw, hell Lamb,” Eskel shifts and grabs something resting on the working surface behind him. When Lambert looks up, he sees Eskel holding what looks to be a lemon and white chocolate muffin inches away from Lambert’s face. “Open up! My baking always cheers you up.”

“Your baking is the reason why I’m getting fat!” Lambert grouses half-heartedly, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lick at the buttercream frosting covering the top of the muffin. “Mmmh, white chocolate! I knew it.”

“Was gonna save it for you to celebrate your new client. Guess it can also be used as a consolatory muffin,” Eskel brings the treat closer to Lambert’s lips and offers a small, encouraging smile, “c’mon, take a bite. I promise you’ll feel better.”

Lambert can’t resist Eskel’s pretty eyes anyway, so he happily lets his boyfriend feed him the muffin. Lambert takes a huge chunk out, the white chocolate and lemon flavours exploding on his tongue pulling an appreciative moan. Lambert’s eyes flutter shut as he savours his morsel, and when he opens them again, he sees Eskel’s smile has widened into a pleased grin.

“Good?” he asks, like there’s any fucking doubt about how good his muffin tastes.

“As always,” Lambert whispers in response, snatching the muffin out of Eskel’s hand and stuffing what’s left of it in his mouth. Eskel levels him with an unimpressed look, clicking his tongue in disapproval at his boyfriend’s actions.

“You’re gonna choke one of these days,” Eskel tells him, trying not to laugh as Lambert tries to chew around the massive bite in his mouth, “look at your lil hamster cheeks. Adorable.”

Lambert glares - the full effect of his scowl is probably lost on Eskel, though, with how Lambert is still struggling to swallow his treat - but the intention is there. Eskel shakes his head fondly before leaning in and catching Lambert’s lips in a chaste kiss which probably tastes sweet and lemony, but Eskel doesn’t seem to mind the taste of his dessert on Lambert’s lips. It takes Lambert a little while to swallow the food in his mouth, but when he does, he puckers his lips in a silent request for more of Eskel’s sweet kisses.

“Yes?” Eskel teases, raising one eyebrow, “can I help you?”

Lambert’s lower lip juts out into a sad pout at those words, an action that pulls a warm chuckle from deep within Eskel’s chest. He takes pity on Lambert and pulls him impossibly closer to his firm body, rubbing his nose against Lambert’s in a tender gesture. Lambert’s hands come to rest on Eskel’s hips, where he squeezes the soft flesh of his boyfriend’s puppy fat. Gods, but he loves absolutely everything about Eskel.

“Can you close the shop early today and take me home?” Lambert asks, voice barely above a whisper, as he stretches up to capture Eskel’s mouth in a demanding kiss that leaves very little as to which kind of activity Lambert has in mind for their evening together. His hand squeezes Eskel’s hip more firmly, pulling a needy whine from his boyfriend in response.

“Minx,” Eskel growls under his breath, punctuating his statement with a final kiss, “I’ll see what I can do.”

As Eskel walks away, Lambert doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend has to readjust his pants which are now tenting at the front. Lambert leans back against the worktop of Eskel’s baking table, and first undoes the buttons of his suit jacket, then the top three buttons of his shirt. He, unlike Eskel, isn’t trying to hide the visible bulge forming in his far too tight pants, dammit.

“You do what you have to do, sweetheart,” Lambert speaks in a sultry tone, the irritation brought on by a rather shitty start to the day long forgotten when he meets Eskel’s lust-blown eyes, “I’ll be right here, looking like a goddamn snack for you the whole time.”

Eskel curses under his breath, pointedly looking away from Lambert.

“Bastard. You just wait until we get home,” Eskel threatens half-heartedly before leaving the kitchen to empty the showcases and store the pastries in the refrigerators on the main shop floor. Lambert feels positively giddy with anticipation at the thought of how him and Eskel will spend the rest of the evening.

Lambert’s day, in spite of everything, doesn’t seem so shitty in the end, not when he’s got Eskel to come home to.

#the witcher #eskel the witcher #the witcher eskel #eskel #the witcher lambert #lambert the witcher #lambert #lambert x eskel #eskel x lambert #lambert/eskel #eskel/lambert #lambskel #modern AU #baker Eskel #lawyer Lambert #havenwrites #fluff #kiss prompts

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kaidans-alenko · 3 years

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For Kiss Prompts, how about #12 for Lily and Kaidan~

I’m sorry this took so long orz but I hope you like it and thank you! :D

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"Finally! Freedom!" Lily exclaimed, raising the bottle of strawberry champagne she ‘borrowed’ from the bar, up in the air.

"Yes, freedom! From your own wedding reception!" He joked.

Lily held up a finger as she chugged the champagne "Listen," she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, not caring if she got any liquid on her dress. "We already got married, this is just fanfare for everyone else." She took another drink "three years later…"

"Better late than never." He said with a shrug, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one saw them leave.

"I suppose," she tucked her dress under her and sat down on the edge of the fountain outside. "Can you believe we got married by an elcor?" She laughed "an elcor!"

Kaidan chuckled "It was your idea."

"Uh no, you're the one that proposed to me, quite unromantically might I add." She crossed her arms and looked away from him with a quiet 'hmph'

"You brought up the elcor wedding chapel in the first place." He argued.

"Yeah, because you wanted to get married all of a sudden." She argued back.

"All of a sudden? You were the one who-" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, neither of them surprised they found something to argue about on tonight of all nights.

"Fine." Lily cracked an eye open as Kaidan knelt down in front of her, taking her hand "will you marry me Lily?"

Lily grinned placing a hand on her chest "Why Kaidan, I just...I don't know, I mean have you asked for my brother's permission? He's awfully wary of any male suitors that I have."

Kaidan smiled "But of course," he kissed her hand "it's the gentlemanly thing to do isn't it?"

"Hmmm well considering you went through all that trouble just for little 'ol me I suppose I have to say yes." She teased.

Kaidan stood up and walked over to her "I'm honored."

Lily smiled "you should be, I am quite the catch after all."

"That you are." He leaned in to kiss her and Lily grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the shallow water of the fountain with her.

Well that’s one way to sober up he thought as Lily laughed next to him, both their outfits now soaking wet "Damn it Lil, I have to return this suit you know."

“And my dress is gonna take forever to dry, this is unpleasant all around.”

“This,” he gestured to their wet clothes “was your idea!” He accused but she brushed him off.

“I was getting hot anyway, whose bright idea was it to get married in July again?”

Kaidan rubbed his eyes “Also you…”

“Oh...well why didn’t you stop me?”

“I would’ve if I thought you’d listen.” he told her.

“I would’ve if you asked really nicely.” she said, leaning in close and playfully batting her eyelashes.

Kaidan placed his hand over hers, meeting her half way, their lips barely touching “Is that right?”

“Mmhmmm.” She said with a giggle as their lips brushed, his hand tangling in her red hair as they shared a kiss under the stars while the party continued inside, it’s not that they weren’t having a good time, they were but they hadn’t had a moment alone since earlier this morning and she was getting more annoyed by the minute over it. Lily straddled him the best she could with the way her dress was cut, the slipperiness of the fountain not making things easier. Kaidan gripped her thighs as the kiss became needier, hungrier.

“I love you.” He murmured against her lips as she tugged his jacked past his shoulders.

“I love you too.” She panted, perfectly content to stay here all night but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them ended the moment all too soon.

“Figured you two ran off somewhere.” Aiden said, awkwardly averting his gaze.

“Can we help you?” Lily snapped.

“Mrs. Alenko is looking for you two and I'm really glad I offered to come out instead.”

“Well aren’t you sweet?” Lily said, splashing water at him before standing up with the help of Kaidan, given the conditions and her general clumsiness he could easily see her falling and that was the last thing they needed.

“Hey, I'd have no problem covering for you if it were anyone else asking.” Aiden defended.

“I guess that’s true, it is very hard to say hard to her, she’s clearly the one Kaidan got his puppy eyes from.” Lily said.

Kaidan scoffed, offended “I don’t have puppy eyes.”

Lily and Aiden stopped walking to turn and look at him before glancing back at each other “Anyway as I was saying,” she continued, completely disregarding her husband’s protest “I suppose I can’t be mad at you for helping out, I was under the impression you were just doing it to be an ass.”

“Maybe don’t try and escape a party being held in your honor huh?” Aiden said, earning an eye roll from his sister.

“Listen if my mother in law wasn’t the sweetest person in the galaxy you’d have a much bigger argument on your hands.”

“So I should consider myself lucky then?” Aiden replied, voice dripping in sarcasm. Although she made a good point, as the human councilor most of his job was arguing, unsurprisingly of course and none of them have been as headache inducing as arguing with his sister often was.

“Exactly, lucky I like my in-laws and that I've consumed enough strawberry flavored alcohol to be in a good enough mood not to lightly maim you, although,” she sneezed “I am very cold.”

“I’d offer you my jacket babe but uh, it’d probably make it worse.” Kaidan said apologetically as if he was the reason they were dripping wet.

Aiden shook his head with a sigh “I got it.” Aiden shrugged off the pastel pink suit jacket very similar to Kaidan’s and draped it over her small shoulders, it was obvious by the color scheme who was actually in charge of everything, they had hired a wedding planner but Lily didn’t like her so she was promptly dismissed. Lily wasn’t exactly the bride from hell; she just had very strong opinions on things, her wedding being one of them.

“Oh my goodness what happened you two?” His mother asked, more concerned than angry that they ran off.

“We uh…” Kaidan said, trying to come up with any answer that wasn’t ‘we fell in and started making out in the fountain out back.’

“It was hot so…”

“Lily is very clumsy.” they answered at the same time and she looked at them confused.

“Yeah, like Kaidan said I’m incredibly clumsy and it also happened to be hot out so instead of attempting to catch myself I just,” she made a gesture to demonstrate the splash with her hands “let it happen.”

“And I tried to catch her but clearly that didn’t work so…” Kaidan added.

“Yeah.” Lily twisted her lips as she nodded.

“Well are you okay dear?” His mother asked, placing a hand on Lily’s shoulder, she was a nurse so that was probably the best excuse to go with, distracting her with a possible injury at the expense of Lily’s pride, full proof.

“Don’t worry, I got blasted by a reaper beam before, a little bump on the head is nothing.” She said, laughing the situation off

“What she’s trying to do is say she’s fine, mom.” Lily’s behavior wasn’t the result of any head injury, although it’d probably help if that were the case “but anyway, Aiden said you wanted to see us?”

“Right, I just wanted to say goodnight before we left, I fear it’s your father’s bedtime.” She joked, earning a laugh from the couple.

“Understood, we’ll drop by and see you before our trip.” Kaidan said as they left, exchanging brief hugs.

“I’m clumsy huh?” Lily asked as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Did I say that?” He responded, feigning innocence.

“Asshole.” She grumbled.

“I meant it in the best of ways.” He assured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“I’m sure.” She said, rolling her eyes yet again.

“I did.” He said with a smile, pressing their foreheads together.

“I hate you.” She told him as she tried not to smile.

“And I love you too.” He grinned, kissing her briefly on the nose, making her face scrunch up in response, entirely why he did it in the first place, he thought she looked adorable like that, her freckle dusted face all twisted up, the small giggle she let out with a half hearted ‘quit it’. Kaidan suddenly had the urge to run off with her but he wouldn’t, she was his for the rest of his life, he could share her for a couple more hours.

#kaidan alenko #f!shenko #mass effect fanfiction #lilyshep #tomorrow we concur alenkarian #but for tonight it's deadly premonition time :3

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Cold, Getting Warmer

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Content Includes: Hypothermia, Remy being a smart idiot, cuddling for warmth, nonbinary!Roman Pairings: Losleep, Royality Summary: It's New Year's Eve. And while the year will always change eventually, some things never do Like how stupid Remy can be in the pursuit of the simpler things in life

Logan knew many things to be factually true. The sun rises and declares the morning from the east, and it sets and brings about nightfall in the west. There were seven continents. Human thigh bones were stronger than concrete.

There were also many things he knew to be true even without metaphorically cold, hard facts to support him. Pluto was a planet. Crofter’s was the best jelly in the world. And his boyfriend was never the smartest person in any room- even if he was the only one there.

Logan didn’t mean it as a slight to Remy, he really didn’t- Remy was clever, had a great memory (especially for stars and Logan’s favorite things), was brilliant at tearing apart and putting back together just about any machine you handed him.

But common sense-wise? Well, he wasn’t necessarily lacking in it, so much as he had a tendency to ignore it.

A lot.

So when Logan found their house lacking in his sleep-deprived partner, but not in his beloved leather jacket (which was draped carelessly over the back of their couch), he knew Remy was off doing something inarguably foolish.

He gave Remy the benefit of the doubt for a few hours, however. Sometimes his boyfriend was off doing good stupid things. And Logan didn’t want to be overbearing. Remy was his own adult, and he had the right to make his own horrible decisions.

After an hour or so, however, with the weather outside getting only worse- light flurries turned into thick snow fall, the temperature only continuing to plummet- the left behind jacket became more and more worrisome. Remy wore his jacket everywhere- why would he leave it behind? Especially today, when he really could use every protection from the cold?

As soon as Logan started entertaining that thought, he knew his attempt to let Remy be responsibly stupid were forfeit. He tried to push it off for a few minutes, but there was something to be said about anxiety running in his family (for the best example, see his brother, one of his nicknames literally being ‘anxiety’), and the possibilities that abandoned jacket offered were not ones Logan was willing to risk becoming true.

Logan pulled on his winter coat, adding a scarf and gloves while he stuffed Remy’s into his pockets. He put on his boots as he grabbed his boyfriend’s jacket, grabbed a few heating packs just to be safe, and set out.

Despite his preparations to the opposite, however, Logan didn’t have to travel far to find Remy. He was only a few steps outside when he spotted him, his boyfriend pressed against the side of their house only a stone’s throw away from the door. His face was pressed against the wall, sunglasses completely slipped down his nose, revealing that his eyes were closed. He looked small like that, sitting in snow up to his waist, only in a t-shirt and jeans and yet only shaking a little bit.

Logan felt his breath catch in his throat, every detail about Remy’s condition categorizing itself in his mind until only one word remained: hypothermia.

After all, he had been (presumably) outside for over an hour, in minimal protective clothing, and now he appeared to be asleep, barely shaking despite how frigid it was, and what if he had been out here too long, how long had he been sleeping, would he even wake up,

Logan shook his head, hard. He couldn’t let himself think like that, at least not until he had properly accessed Remy’s condition. He quickly made his way over to his boyfriend, crouching down the moment he was next to Remy. He picked up his wrist, checking his pulse. About sixty-four beats per minute. Not great, but not extremely worrisome. Yet.

Moving his hand from Remy’s wrist to his own hand, slowly rubbing at his fingers and trying to get warmth back into them before they turned blue, Logan reached out his other hand to cup Remy’s cheek, gently shaking him. “Remy? Remy, can you hear me?”

Immediately, Remy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking at Logan in confusion as Remy struggled to focus on Logan. When he did, a wide grin broke over Remy’s face, and before Logan could react his boyfriend was throwing himself at Logan, head awkwardly smashing into Logan’s neck, arms loosely but energetically wrapping around Logan.

“There you are.” Remy mumbled into Logan’s neck. “‘Was waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?” Logan repeated as his hands started to run up and down Remy’s back. He was nearly frozen, his back covered in goosebumps Logan could feel through his shirt, and his arms felt like ice cubes pressed against Logan. “Why were you waiting for me? Were you locked out?”

“Nah.” Remy answered. “‘Was waiting for you.”

Logan frowned. That wasn’t helpful. Or comforting. “Alright.” He said, letting the matter drop for the moment. His top priority was getting Remy warm. “Can you stand?”

“With help.” Remy told him, wiggling his hips for emphasis. “I’m a lil’ trapped.”

“Alright.” Logan repeated as he nodded, looking at the room around Remy’s hips- or, better put, the lack of it. The snow had likely built up around him while he had been out here.

It took Logan a minute to free Remy, digging out a little room for him before standing up and pulling him to his feet. To Logan’s surprise, Remy’s legs did have a bit of feeling still in them, despite having been trapped beneath the snow for who-knows-how-long. Knowing this, Logan pulled one of Remy’s arms over his shoulder, taking his hand and sliding his other arm over Remy’s shoulders as well, allowing Remy to lean heavily on him as they slowly but surely made their way back to the front door.

Once inside, Logan guided Remy to the couch, unconcerned with getting it wet or messy as he placed his boyfriend on it. He settled Remy against it before disappearing for a few seconds, running to grab clothes for Remy to change into. He came away with fuzzy coffee pj pants he was certain were Remy’s, a NASA shirt that was his but easy to grab, and some mismatched socks.

As easy as it was to collect a change of clothes, getting Remy’s current ones off was about ten times harder. The shirt came off alright once Remy actually cooperated with Logan. The pants, damp and half-frozen, were much more of a fight, but eventually they came off (not without a substantial amount of effort on Logan’s behalf, however).

Remy was much more willing to be put into the change of clothes, happily running his fingers over the fuzz of his pj pants and seeming very excited to get to wear one of Logan’s shirts (despite the fact that he stole one of them every other day of the week). For a almost-should-be-dead man, Logan reflected, Remy sure was cute.

Actually putting the shirt on Remy turned out to be a minor challenge, not because Remy resisted the action, but because he immediately latched onto Logan when he got close enough to pull the shirt over Remy’s messy brown curls. Normally, Logan would have indulged the spontaneous cuddling, but he still needed to make Remy some tea and ransack the house for blankets.

Knowing he would be able to cuddle with Remy in ten minutes, after he had collected the necessary supplies, didn’t make having to pull himself away from his boyfriend any easier. Logan was already in a hurry to get everything done, but the puppy eyes Remy was giving him, fully unleashed since his sunglasses had been aside, gave him the spur of energy he needed to get everything together in just over five minutes.

“Logannnnnnnnnnnn.” Remy whined as Logan plopped several blankets on top of him, pulling them around his shoulders and twisting them around him completely. Of course, they wouldn’t help much until Remy was producing his own heat to be trapped, but the tea was almost ready, and once Logan had that he was more than happy to act as his boyfriend’s source of heat.

“Yes?” Logan asked as he avoided another arm trying to prematurely trap him in cuddles.

“Why won’t you hooooooold meeeeeeee.”

“Because your tea’s not done yet.” Logan responded as he stopped for a moment, pressing a hand against Remy’s chest. It was still unnaturally cold to the touch. “And I am well-aware that once I start holding you, you will not let me leave to get the tea. So you have to wait a little longer.”

Remy scowled at that but didn’t respond, instead choosing to grab Logan’s hand, holding it in both of his, seemingly happy with the moment of compromise. Logan sighed.

“I just don’t know what happened.” He said, not really expecting a response from Remy. Not yet, anyways. “You never go anywhere without your jacket. Why did you leave it behind this time?”

Remy hummed. “Left it on purpose. Duh.”

Logan’s eyebrows raised at that. “You- You what?”

Before Remy could respond, the shriek of the kettle sounded off in the background, prompting Logan to (gently) pry his hand away from Remy. “I’ll be right back.” He promised before hurrying over to get the kettle, pouring the water and plunking in the tea bag as quickly as he could manage without burning himself. He quickly got back to Remy, who was still looking annoyed over Logan once more abandoning him.

“You better be here to stay this time.” Remy said as Logan approached, pouting. Logan chuckled as he pressed the mug into Remy’s hands.

“Don’t drink that yet.” He ordered. “The tea bag needs to soak, but the external warmth it can provide you will be good for you in the meanwhile.” He explained as he moved the blankets around just enough to slip into them himself, having long ago shed his winter gear. As soon as he had tucked them both back completely into the blanket pile, Remy shoved himself into Logan’s chest, careful to not spill his drink as he pressed himself as close to Logan as physically possible.

“You’re warmer.” Remy murmured, and Logan’s mouth quirked into a smile.

“I’m not surprised.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around Remy, gently running them over his back, trying to warm up the blood there.

Silence stretched between them for a minute or so, Remy content to just rest against Logan. Eventually, however, Logan broke it, asking, “Remy… what did you mean when you said you left the house without your jacket on purpose?”

“I meant what I said, babes.” Remy responded, and Logan took a little bit of comfort in the fact that he was once more using nicknames, though not much in his response itself.

“Why didn’t you take your jacket with you if you were heading outside?” Logan pressed. “It’s too cold to be out without something, Remy, you know that. And you were outside for so long- why didn’t you ring the doorbell? Or knock on a window?”

“I already told you. I was out there on purpose.” Remy replied easily.

Logan frowned. “Why? Were you looking for something?”

Remy shrugged his shoulders by a fraction. “You could say that.”

“But with it so cold- why would you go looking for something without your jacket?! And how would you find anything just… sitting in the snow?”

“Well, I wasn’t sitting the entire time.” Remy defended. “I walked around at first. But you were taking forever to come looking for me, so eventually I got tired and, yes, I sat down.”

“To come looking for you…” Logan paused, frown deepening. “Remy, what were you looking for?”

Remy didn’t respond, only tilting his head a bit to look up more fully at Logan.

“Remy.” Logan repeated. “What were you looking for?”

“...Cuddles.”

Logan didn’t respond to that for a moment, instead just blinking in bewilderment at his boyfriend, who was still looking at him as if he were innocent. “You-” Logan started, stopped himself, blinked some more, and tried again, “You gave yourself hypothermia so I’d cuddle you?!”

“I didn’t give myself hypothermia.” Remy protested. “I just… encouraged my core temperature to do the metaphorical limbo.”

“Remy!”

“Alright, alright, I might have given myself hypothermia. Just a little bit.”

‘Why?!” Logan demanded. “If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked!”

“There’s no fun in that.” Remy replied lightly, despite the fact that this was what Logan would consider a very serious situation. “And this way I knew you’d have to cuddle me instead of doing something stupid like working.”

“My work isn’t stupid.” Logan defended, though he didn’t know why that mattered in the moment. The response was more instinctual than anything.

“I know, hun, I know.” Remy assured him. “But you trying to do it on New Year’s Eve is. So I had to find a way to drag you from it. Plus, cuddles are, like, scientifically proven to be better when there’s more of a heat difference.”

“That’s not science.” Logan corrected, the shock in his voice beginning to fully fall away into unabashed worry. “What’s science is the fact that what you did was stupid.”

“That sounds like an opinion to me, really.”

“An opinion based in solid fact.” Logan replied, voice softening as he continued, “You could have given yourself serious hypothermia doing that, or a bad case of frostbite, or- Remy, you could have die-”

“Hey, none of that now.” Remy cut Logan off before he could finish, sitting up a bit so he was more at eye level with his boyfriend. “I wasn’t going to die. I’m not that stupid.”

“But you could have.” Logan insisted. Remy shook his head.

“No, I couldn’t have.” Remy said. “Cold-blood runs in the family, sugar; why do you think I wear my jacket everywhere? I know how to handle myself in the cold. I was being perfectly safe while I was being stupid.”

“And if something had gone wrong?” Logan pushed. He was still holding Remy, but his grip was tighter now, the weight of what had happened hitting him harder than he would have preferred to admit to. “Then what?”

“I would have gotten you.”

“And how would you have done that? Your phone was in your jacket pocket, and you got yourself stuck in the snow. If I hadn’t come out for you-”

“I still would have been fine.” Remy interrupted him, one hand moving from holding his tea mug to cupping one of Logan’s cheeks. The touch was warm, mostly due to the warmth of the mug, but Logan was hopeful to say at least a little of it was Remy’s natural warmth finally starting to come back to him. “You’re trying to make all the ‘what-if’s’ worse than they were or are, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying to prove a point.” Logan replied.

Remy just hummed. “But you can’t. Because I was being safe. I was purposeful when I sat down. I was right underneath the window to the living room, where you always sit when you’re worried about me but don’t want to chase after me if I’m just doing normal stupid things. If I had started to feel warm or anything else warning-flag-y I would’ve knocked on the glass, and you would’ve come out and saved me like the perfect princely boyfriend you are.”

Logan managed a small smile at that. “That’s Patton’s partner. And the two of them are coming over tonight to watch the ball drop with us, I must remind you.”

Remy moved the hand cupping Logan’s cheek to press a finger firmly into Logan’s chest. “You have more royalty in your pinkie than Roman does in their entire body, darling. And you’re prettier. And smarter. And I’m pretty sure stronger. Oh, and definitely cuter.”

“You are trying to avoid the points of importance.”

“Every point I just made were, by themselves, more important than literally anything else in the entire world, coffee included.” Remy countered, though the finger he had been poking into Logan’s chest was replaced by Remy simply pressing his palm against his chest instead. “And Roman and Patton are always touchy feely. I don’t care if they have to deal with us cuddling while they’re here.”

“And if I mind?” Logan asked, teasingly.

“Then I guess it sucks to be you, buttercup.” Remy answered, finally taking a sip of his tea as he snuggled up even closer to Logan. “Because I am still very, very cold, and I think I will be for the rest of the year.”

“Ha ha.” Logan deadpanned, one of his hands pushing up the edge of Remy’s shirt, running along his skin. Though he was beginning to warm up, Remy was still much colder than Logan ever wanted his boyfriend to be. Logan started to rub circles into Remy’s skin, prompting his boyfriend to tilt his head back up at him once more.

“Don’t do that again.” Logan said quietly, looking more at Remy’s shoulder than his face. He could still see the soft smile that graced Remy’s face, however, laced with fondness and the slightest regret.

“I won’t.” Remy promised just as quietly, pressing his head against Logan’s neck reassuringly, his skin still cold but getting steadily warmer. “Promise.”

Logan just hummed at that, but it was a good hum as he slightly tugged Remy even closer, his boyfriend more or less in his lap at this point as he attempted to fully surround Remy in warmth.

And Logan was forced to admit that, for all the stupidity that had lead up to it, Remy might have a point about the best cuddles having a heat difference.

By the time their guests were ringing the doorbell, night had fallen, and both Logan and Remy were in (more or less) the exact same positions they had been ten hours ago

They had done a bit of moving around in that time, of course, but with Logan’s desire to keep Remy cocooned and warm and Remy making Logan leaving him alone an Olympic sport, instances of them moving were few and far between. They had gotten up for a couple of assorted bathroom breaks, and Logan twice to get snacks, but that was about it. Their life for the last day of the year had mostly been cuddling, snacking, and watching the first season of Elementary.

The pattern didn’t change when they heard the knock- Logan calling out, “Come in!” while Remy fumbled for the remote, switching the tv over to the Ball Drop festivities. The doorknob turned and the door pressed open, having been left unlocked in Logan’s earlier haste to take care of Remy.

“The party has arrived!” Roman exclaimed as they threw open the door, a few grocery bags hanging off of one arm and Patton on their other, both of them smiling broadly.

Logan turned to face them, looking unimpressed. “You’re late. The Ball’s only a few minutes from dropping.” He said, Remy half-waving at the guests, still pressed against Logan’s chest while he lectured their late arrivals.

“We’re arriving fashionably late.” Roman explained away while Patton closed the door. One of Roman’s eyebrows raised in amusement when they fully realized the position Logan and Remy were in. “Are we interrupting something?”

“Only the peaceful silence you always seem to be at war with.” Logan replied, smirking when Roman looked offended. “My boyfriend gave himself hypothermia earlier today. I am simply ensuring his core temperature remains at a steady and healthy temperature.”

“Hypothermia?!” Patton repeated worriedly, detaching himself from Roman to move over to the bundled-up boyfriends. He worriedly placed a hand on Remy’s forehead, which had by then regained its usual temperature of slightly cool to the touch.

“He’s alright now, Patton, no need to be distressed.” Logan assured him, even as the self-deemed Dad Friend still fretted over the fact that Remy was vaguely cool. “He just refuses to let me leave him alone.”

“If he tries to stop cuddling me I start whining aggressively and annoyingly.” Remy confirmed, snuggling closer to Logan’s chest to prove his point. “I plan to start the New Year in the arms of the best person to literally ever exist.”

“Patton is right there.” Roman pointed out as they dropped their grocery bags on the coffee table in front of Logan and Remy. They wrapped around Patton from behind, managing to get a little squeak of joy from their boyfriend despite his worrying over Remy as Roman added, “And I’m right behind him.”

Remy stared Roman down. “I am well aware.”

“Nerd, I hate to inform you that your boyfriend is an idiot, but considering he just dared to say you are better than both me and my sunshine, I have concluded that he must be.” Roman said in mock offense, refusing to look at Remy.

“Oh, Remy is an idiot.” Logan agreed, getting a faux shocked gasp from said boyfriend before he continued, “But he is right in that aspect.”

Roman’s look of offense only grew. “I can’t believe you both insulted the love of your life and became an idiot yourself.”

“It’s not an insult if it’s true.” Logan countered. “How do you think Remy got hypothermia?”

Roman shrugged. “By getting cold.”

Logan looked at them, unamused by their broad grin at what they clearly thought was a clever answer, before answering correctly, “By going outside without his jacket and wandering aimlessly in the cold and snow until I dragged him back inside.”

Both Roman and Patton’s eyes widened at this revelation, turning to look at an unashamed Remy. “You did what?!” Patton demanded. Remy just smirked at him.

“You heard my man.” He said, casually leaning his head back on Logan’s shoulder. “I went right on out and froze myself.”

“And, pray tell, why did you think this was a wise decision?” Roman asked incredulously.

“Oh, I didn’t.” Remy admitted easily. “I just thought it was the decision that was most likely to get me a lot of cuddles. And look where I am now! Living the life.”

Logan shook his head slightly, though he looked amused. “He is incredibly lucky that I love him, despite his complete lack of common sense.”

Remy turned his head slightly to the side so that he could press a small kiss against Logan’s chin. “Well I already knew that, Procyon. Anyone’d be lucky to attract the love of a star.”

Logan’s cheeks faintly tinged red at that. “Oh, hush you.” He ordered quietly, though he followed it by pressing a kiss to Remy’s forehead and smiling at him.

While they were distracted with each other, Roman nodded to themself, slowly letting go of Patton as they snuck backwards towards the front door. “That’s gay guys, really gay.”

“We are plenty aware.” Remy said as he reached up, tangling his hands in Logan’s hair and beginning to comb through it. “And where are you going, Mx. Gayest-of-them-all? The Ball’s about to drop.”

“Oh, I’m just going to step outside for a moment.” Roman said easily, taking another step backwards even as the entire group turned to look at them. “Think I… left something in the car.”

“Ro-Ro.” Patton said, an eyebrow raising. “Sweetie, did you really leave something in the car?”

Roman didn’t respond, standing in place for a moment, staring at the others with a blank face before they darted for the door, clearly inspired by Remy’s tale of frozen cuddles. Before either Remy or Logan could say anything, or Roman could reach the door, however, Patton had flung himself across the room, slamming into Roman’s back and taking them both down a few feet from the door. Roman had thrown their hands out ahead of them in time, luckily, catching both of them from being actually hurt when they hit the ground.

Patton’s arms snaked around Roman’s chest, rolling over and sitting up as he did so, ending up with Roman held firmly against his chest and and in his lap. “Nope!” He declared, setting his head on top of Roman’s. “You are not giving yourself hypothermia too!”

“But Patton!! Cuddles!!” Roman whined, attempting to escape Patton’s grasp and failing miserably. Patton only pulled them closer to his chest before standing up, eliciting a yelp from Roman as he used his tight grip on Roman to carry them all the way over to the couch. Patton sat down on the end opposite of Logan and Remy, ignoring their matching amused smirks as he set Roman back down in his lap, hold on them still gentle but tough.

“You can have all the cuddles you want without getting yourself sick.” Patton berated lightly, moving to tuck Roman closer against him, pressing a small kiss into their hair as he did so.

“But- but Patton, the drama!” Roman protested, seemingly not content with the fact that they had already gotten the cuddles they sought, now focused on the dramatics and fanfare of nearly freezing to death instead. Remy chuckled as the couple play fought, which mostly involved Roman trying and failing to escape Patton’s arms.

“Do you think they’ve noticed…?” Remy asked his own boyfriend, glancing over at the tv screen that was now counting down the final minute of the year, the Ball having begun to make its annual descent.

Logan watched the ‘quarreling’ couple for a moment before he answered, noticing how Roman’s eyes were focused on the door whereas Patton’s were flashing between the countdown and his beloved. “I think one of them does, yes, but not the oh-so-charming prinx.”

“Good.” Remy said. “I like when they get their romance thrown in their own face. If we get lucky, Roman will be so caught off guard they’ll be quiet for the rest of the night.”

“Now that would be a true New Year’s miracle.” Logan commented with a grin.

“Y’know what else would be a true New Year’s miracle?” Remy asked as he shifted, moving so that he was more facing Logan, loosely draping his arms over Logan’s shoulders. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Getting kissed by a star.”

Logan smirked right back at Remy, well aware the count-down was approaching its final ten seconds as he tugged his boyfriend closer. He stopped barely a breath from Remy’s lips, waiting for the year to truly begin as he filled the final few seconds with a murmured, “Then I must be the most miraculous man in the world, getting to kiss you every day.”

And if Remy turned a shade red at that, that was alright, because then there was an explosion of noise crackling from the tv just as Logan closed the rest of the gap between them, and both of them were entirely too busy paying attention to their first kiss of the year than silly details.

And if that meant they missed the moment where Patton cut Roman off halfway through another ridiculous explanation about why Patton really should let them go freeze for just a few minutes with a kiss, Roman too distracted to respond outside of kissing him back, perfectly red by the time Patton pulled back, grinning from ear to ear as he peppered his partner’s still shocked face with even more kisses, than that was alright too.

After all, it was just the beginning of the year. There’d be plenty of time for more kisses, blushes, and flusters to come.

#speed running this so it can be out at exactly midnight sdhdsjc #happy new years' y'all #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts sleep #ts remy #losleep #royality #fanfic #fanfiction #ts sides #sander sides #cold getting warmer

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