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efingart · 1 year
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Why do I have the feeling Lottie just had her wings cut or something. Spiritually speaking, I mean. When she goes through the shock therapy we see that candle she lit at first kind of dimming, as if she's being forced to watch that part of her who was so in tune with nature receed.
Think about it: we see adult Lottie saying pretty much the fucking opposite of what she used to preach as a teen ("It will help us if we help It too" versus "only you can save yourself") to her followers. She's wasteful (the tea being thrown away) and lords her power over her followers (she still has them do chores every day and such, serving her whenever, and... remember that thing about the followers' bank accounts? That's never brought up again even though "oh but I wanted to submit that aspect of my life entirely" is pretty much cult talk 101) in at least a couple of ways while oscreen (we know fuck all about what she does when Nat isn't around–which seems to put her in her best behavior, as, again, is shown during the tea scene).
Then there's the whole card-drawing fiasco. She's obsessing over It having to chose because... It always did chose them, only not just when they wanted It to. Nat was supposed to die, same with Travis. Lottie didn't want Nat to die, period. But she wouldn't exactly mind killing, say, Misty or Shauna (don't know how she feels about Tai exactly. Van would be very no-go too I guess; she's always been Lottie's most avid follower after all) to keep It feed. She's trying to manipulate the game, at least in some aspect of it. Timing when the Wilderness should chose, and a bit of who she should chose (I don't doubt the somehow stacked she cards purposefully knowing where the Queen was. Same with the poison cups).
My point is: those visions of hers? This time, they might just be psychosis as a manifestation of her fears. She only sees things again when Nat is there to act as her trigger, then more so when the others arrive. She sees blood in the hive but she's the one to suggest they russian roulette with fentanol. Lottie is literally fulfilling the prophecies in a way that I don't think her teen self would've. Teen Lottie was, in the purest sense of the word, a prophet. She saw Laura Lee in a halo of fire, but wasn't about to go putting her to stake to achieve it.
Adult Lottie on the other hand... What is she doing if not that? A hunt with no violence never fed anyone–except all the times it did. Except when Jackie died in her sleep and people submitted instead of running and that bear bowed their head and let her stab them willingly, peacefully. It doesn't want to hurt them, she said it herself back then, but adult Lottie believes It does. Was led to believe, from all of those people trying to "fix" her.
"There's no It! Only us!"
"Is there a difference?"
Teen Lottie would never have said that. She knew that to some extent yes, their actions were of their own nature. Hungry people are not sane. They act through instinct, through savagery. You need food, not food for thought, after all. Teen Lottie also knew though: the wilderness had some dark calling, a spirit that took hold over them the moment they stepped inside that cabin. She said it explicitly during the very first episodes; whatever dead cabin guy was messing around with wasn't exactly good news but was very much real.
Plus, which part of Lottie knew how to speak fluent French for her to agree there's no It only us? Literally makes zero fucking sense for that to be Just Her.
All in all I think this is the second time she is forced to repress her powers. Once as a kid after the almost-car-crash, and then when she came back from the wilderness. Safe to say Lottie has been going on prophecy supression for about twenty five years at this point, which could explain why she's taking, for instance, Demon Laura Lee as a serious vision and not as copious amounts of trauma manifesting. We see ghost Jackie/Snackie appearing for Shauna after all–we know that's one way of the show runners presenting PTSD, making those dead girls be there, but twisted. Snackie as mean spirited toward Shauna in a way she never was in life; Laura Lee as a demon even though she was so fucking innocent and angel-like it hurt.
There IS power and prophecy to Lottie, don't get me wrong... But, I guess, it's hard to tell one from the other when you were so scarred by everything that happened both in the wilderness and when returning from that place. She had all that power out there, then no power whatsoever as people treated her as a case, not as an all-seeing saint, when she came back to Wiksayok. She was put in mental institutions time and time again, she was sent to a looney bin in Switzerland.
No wonder Lottie would go on to be a cult leader. It's the closest thing she could have from being there again; be their prophet, their saint, their first antler queen... free to fully embrace herself, even the parts that scared her parents and the psychologists and the reporters, that made no sense unless you were willing to believe magic is real. So what if the Yellowjackets saw her sinking to her knees on that lake, when there were two suns in the sky instead of just one? Doesn't matter. Maybe Jesus couldn't walk over water at first too. Maybe he never could, but people believed him and his power so much, that they also believed him to be capable of that. Adult Lottie has her purple horde because needs to feel like herself again, even a little bit–she needs people to believe in her and believe her above all else, even when she herself can't anymore.
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pisspope · 1 year
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okay birthday hcs part 2 but now its reiners bday instead still modern!au because otherwise shit would be anachronistic honestly all credit to @mercifulmudkip because i was just gonna let my other hcs sit on their own but. truly they lit a fire under my ass. i guess cw for a little bit of angst but it's pretty negligible
so fr fr reiner does Not celebrate his birthday unprompted. in canon he straight up wants to [demonetize] himself so even in the modern day he's not into it
last birthday he probably really enjoyed was as a kid. it was tmnt themed and he, bert, annie, and marcel were each a turtle. zeke, their babysitter, was splinter. porco was practically still in diapers but was already antagonizing them as shredder. reiner has fond memories of this but certainly sees it as all in the past
but after he made your birthday so special u are on a MISSION. rounding up the whole gang to make this truly The Number One Birthday Party
i wanna say surprise party because otherwise he would drag his feet about having a celebration so? he certainly can't know about it beforehand
u tell him on the weekend that ur going over to pieck and porcos shared teeny tiny house to celebrate piecks birthday (theyre literally 4 days apart) and honestly thats not really a lie! he just doesnt know its a Joint birthday party
pieck is also 100% in on the surprise even though its her party too. helps porco set up streamers, blow up balloons, etc.
pieck, porco, and annie try to hang stuff from the ceiling but can't reach. bertholdt just walks up behind all three of them with some tape and sticks everything up in rapid succession. annie "you really need to invest in a stepladder." pieck "why would i get a stepladder when i can just ask bert to do it :)?"
falco and gabi were originally enlisted to help but when they found porcos nerf guns they were sent to the backyard
everyone had played with the idea of hiding behind couches, turning lights off, doing the whole "Surprise Party" thing, but eventually decided against it in case it sent poor reiner into a full blown panic attack
instead, its more subtle. when you hop into reiners front seat with two presents, u tell him that u found something at the store that you just couldn't resist. also technically not a lie!
when u pull up to the party, porco is sitting on the front step vaping or something. ring of pineapple smoke around his head. "hey its the birthday bo- I mean, fuck -- wasn't your birthday a couple days ago? haha, weird." nice save, pock
the party is small and intimate, but by no means quiet. pieck has put on some hyperpop to try to keep awake while annie is absolutely dominating bert in smash bros. they always bring it as a party game but no one wants to play with annie because she absolutely wipes the floor every time. reiner has never picked up a switch controller and has, in fact, just discovered that his work computer has minesweeper
after some mingling u all gather around the table for Birthday Dinner. reiner walks in the kitchen and sees two small cakes but thinks its just got something to do with falcos peanut allergy and shrugs it off
everyone sings happy birthday to pieck and after she blows out the candles gabi waves her hands and says "one! more! time!" reiner is all raised eyebrows and confused expression as porco brings out the second cake and places it in front of him at the table
my boy literally starts tearing up as everyone starts a rousing encore of the birthday song. looks at u, eyes shiny, KNOWS u had a hand in this. whispers a soft 'thank you' to u before he blows out the candles and makes his wish
when its time for presents he finally puts two and two together about u bringing two gifts in the car. can practically see the lightbulb above his head. holds the small package in his hands like its going to break apart or disappear. "you didn't have to get me anything. this is more than enough."
it's a little digital camera, nothing fancy, maybe two different modes for landscape shots and close-ups. but it's perfect.
he sets it up to charge in the kitchen while everyone is cleaning up, then meets back in the living room to hang out. gabi and falco have joined annie and bertholdts game, and pieck is fading fast on porcos shoulder while he scrolls on his phone
reiner sits down next to you on the couch, and is not slow to take you into his arms, head resting on top of yours. "You had a hand in this, didn't you?" his voice is resonant and deep, and u can feel the vibration where his neck touches the side of ur head. u nod and look up at him. "a little."
he kisses the top of ur head, breathes in the scent of u. "remind me to take a picture before we leave. i don't ever want to forget today."
he lines everyone up for a photo but has no clue how to set a timer or anything, so he ends up poking his head in at the last moment. ends up looking like absolute shit, out of focus with a big blond blur right on the side of the frame. porco cant stop laughing at it. "babys first selfie" he calls it
but reiner loves it. to him, that blurry picture is like a trophy or a treasure. hed make it his desktop background if he had any clue how
he takes a couple more pictures and decides to experiment more with it later. just enjoys the evening, the company, the feeling of your hand in his
and if gabi steals the camera and takes a candid photo of you two sharing a kiss, well… he'll find out eventually
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my-soupy-brain · 9 months
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THE SPEED AT WHICH I JUMPED INTO YOUR INBOX WHEN I SAW THE PROMPTS
Do you remember when Ted offered a film night or a pillow fight for the team and he was really enthusiastic about a pillow fight? Now don't get me wrong, a pillow fight with Ted would be fucking awesome, and that's an idea by itself. BUT.
Can you imagine Ted has had a really shit day but he comes home ready to plaster a fake smile on his face (because that's what he always does) and when he gets through the door, he sees you've made a pillow Fort with a thousand blankets, small little lights or candles, a rom com on the TV and they've ordered food in? Maybe they also had a crap day and they did that for comfort, but it was exactly what Ted needed too?
Please I just wanna cuddle up with Ted after we've both had a shit day and be free to just cry and snuggle without judgement 🥺
I absolutely love this. You basically wrote the whole thing! He would love it too. Anything to feel taken care of. Which he deserves, damnit! Let's goooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Smut: None, just fluff central.
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You heard the door open and close, and a deep sigh come from Ted. You knew he had a rough day today.
The team hasn't been doing well. Rebecca was fired up to beat Rupert at any cost necessary. And his view of "it's not all about winning," is being challenged by...everyone.
"Sweetheart?" he calls wearily from the doorway, poking his head in the kitchen to find you.
"In here, honey!" you call out. Your also weary voice from an equally stressful day getting the better of you.
Ted stops in the living room when he takes in the sight.
You've structured the living room furniture in a way to make a giant tent out of blankets. An ultimate cuddle fort.
Sleeping bags and pillows are strewn under it, your white Christmas lights strung around the room in a relaxing glow. A scented lavender candle lit for aromatherapy.
Ted toes his shoes off with a smile on his face, bending down to see you snuggled up on the pillows with a glass of wine.
"Pop a squat, sugar," you offer, patting the spot next to you. "Or, change clothes and then pop a squat."
He smiles, seeing you in one of his Richmond t-shirts and sleep shorts.
"OK, babydoll. Be right back," he musters, leaving for the bedroom and changing into soft joggers and a Kansas City t-shirt. He crawls under the fort with you, where you're stretched out among the pillows.
"C'mere sweetpea," you say, opening your arms for him to lean into you, and he does. His head is on your chest, your fingers in his hair, while he ropes a long arm around you.
He takes a big, deep sigh, his breath fanning over your collarbone.
"You're OK," you offer in a whisper. He whimpers, a small cry stuck in his throat. "You're doing great, and you're OK. You're safe. You're OK."
He grips you harder as you repeat these words.
"I've got your babe...I've got you babe..." you sing-song to him as you hold him.
"I don't wanna change how I play the game, y/n..." he murmurs against your skin. "It ain't about winnin' for me. And I don't think it is for the team, either. I want to make these men better, not just winning machines."
You hum and nod.
"You are doing that, sweetheart. You can see it every day in how they interact with each other and themselves..."
"Rebecca is focused on one thing: Getting back at Rupert, so she's coming from a vulnerable place. And Beard, well, he's always had a competitive edge. But you keep being you. Let Roy and Beard pull the winning ropes, and you keep leading the team as a true leader, in life and sports."
He squeezes you tighter.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without ya, honey..."
You kiss the top of his head.
"What happened with your day? Lay it on me," he says, looking up at you.
"Just stressful. Meetings. Clients being pushy. Feeling like my voice isn't heard in the room. All the makings of being a woman in corporate life," you joke, mustering a chuckle.
"Well, you're incredible. And you deserve to be heard, and anyone who doesn't listen is a fool," he adds, lacing his fingers together with yours. "You're brilliant, and the right people will realize that, and the wrong people won't have the pleasure of learning from you."
You lay for a beat of silence under the blanket fort and the soft glow of the living room.
"Oh, I ordered us some takeout. Chinese. I figured some Chinese food and a rom-com movie night was in the cards for us to drown our sorrows."
Ted chuckles against your chest, a low rumble of his voice vibrating your skin.
"That sounds perfect."
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After finishing your meal and climbing back under the blanket fort, you put on a movie and snuggle together under a blanket and pillows. Ted leans on his elbow to drap his hand over your hip, holding you close.
"Thanks for this," he says quietly, looking down at you with big soft brown eyes. "Thanks for taking care of me. For making this little love nest. You really make me feel like I matter."
Your heart could burst out of your chest. Because that's all you wanted in the world, really. Was for Ted to feel seen, heard, and loved.
"You deserve all the love you give and then some, honey," you answer, leaning up to kiss his lips gently.
He holds your face before you turn back to the TV, softly gazing in your eyes.
"I love you, y/n. I love you so much," he says quietly, kissing you deeply, your lips smiling against his.
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Huzzah! A big blanket fort cuddle night with Ted, where you can comfort him and he can comfort you. What a snuggle buddy. Damn, I wanna snuggle the hell out of that man. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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intrenalcrisisnerd · 2 years
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MY TMI GANG HEAD CANNONS
- Alec can, will, and has forged Mayrse's signature, to bail Jace and Izzy out of trouble, with the clave.
- When Jia was consul, she always has them file two reports, one for records and legal purposes, and one with what actually happened, cause you know they 'smudged' the truth a little (a Lot.)
- Simon as a toddler was the type to put anything he could reach in his mouth, rocks, mud, bugs, he'd tried to lick a lit candle at least once.
- Clary was and ankle bitter 100%- much to Luke's amusement.
- Mayrse and Simon have the same coffee order - and and Amazing son-mother-in-law relationship.
- Clary Izzy and Magnus regularly have sleepovers and just rant about their boyfriends all night, and walk out with amazing manacures...Alec is not allowed in the loft during these.
- Alec and Magnus have a ranking of who they can ask to babysit Max and Rafe...it's based one how likely they are to give their toddler/baby deadly weapons and magical ideas, Jace and Izzy are towards the Bottom.
- Simon is either the best with baby/house sitting...or they place is in fire in 1/2 hour...there is no in between.
- Simon is the only one of them who can actually cook worth his ass...and no Magnus, elabrote meals summoned from around the world don't count.
- Alec is low-key a pyromaniac.
- They all have rotations to make sure that no of them are alone a night, cause they all have nightmares.
- one of them definitely has a very detailed kill list ..very detailed...and elaborate
- Simon takes April fools very serious...no one knows how he does it...but there all extra nice to him towards the end of March.
- Izzy and Magnus have drilled a fashion sense into everyone they regluarly interact with.
- Jace and Simon are both polygots and often have arguments switching between several languages...Alec has giving up trying to understand, and Magnus laughs his ass off, at his frustration.
- Izzy has is the type to fake a different accent everytime she order...much to the confusion of the barista at Java's.
- Eric named the band The Mortal Instruments...not Simon.
- Raziel killed George to get back at Simon.
- Raziel has watched the gang because he know if someone doesn't ...there gonna fuck up the world
-Simon absolutely despises angels...and low-key thinks Azazel was a Vibe... Clary thinks it's whatever...the Lightwoods are very concerned
- Alec has set off fireworks on the institute roof once..he never got caught
- Magnus gets a tattoo of their intials..after they all pass
- Sizzy has an open relationship for sex..but not dating...they also have a mission to sleep their way through New Yorks age appropriate shadowworld population.
- Simon know way to many people...like way to many people.
- after watching Spiderman No Way Home..they all just kinda clung to Simon..it hit too close to home.
- They all tease Jace over the fact that he's the only one to never meet Raziel despite the fact that his the reason he was summoned twice now.
- Jace is ridiculously vanilla....Clary is less.
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suikatto · 1 year
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This was the plot of a webcomic i wanted to write, but since i changed parts of the worldbuilding, i don't know if it still works, so lets use it to make a steddie ficlet
"Are you sure you this is going to work?" Steve asked again, watching as she lit up the last candle.
"Yes, i'm following the instructions the lady gave me" Robin answered, openning the book and flipping to the page she needed.
"Yeah, that lady definitly was a real witch" He rolled his eyes. Sometimes Robin got in his nerves with her insame ideas. "You know you got scammed, right?"
"I was not scammed, thank you very much" She looked at him with an annoyed expression. "She showed us the certificate"
"Could be fake" Steve shrugged.
"Shut up, dingus!" Robin waved her hand towards him. She was about to start the ritual.
As she said the words, Steve felt a cold breeze from behind and scooted closer to her. The circle of candles around the pentagram on the floor, the only source of light in the room. The flames flickering with the littlest movement from one of them. When Robin finished the summoning, both waited with held breath for the next.
But... nothing happened? After five minutes of holding eachother, Steve blurted out:
"Called it!"
"That bitch! I can't believ-"
The pentagram started to burn. The flames getting higher and higher, almost reaching the ceiling, making Steve worry that they would get in trouble with the landlord. Between the flames, a figured began to appear. It was tall and slender, with long horns. The two humans were once again hugging eachother, afraid of whatever it was that expected them behind the wall of flames.
Gradually, the fire dissipated, and they could see the figure more clearly. It looked like a man, around their age, with dark brown curly hair that was messly tied up, and a ill fitting suit, decorated with chains and pins. His big eyes made him look approachable, despite his sharp teeth and pointy ears. His skin was a pale blueish gray tone, but he still looked lively when he smiled.
"Good evening, mortals. My name is Edarzadar, but you can call me Eddie. I'll be your demon here today" He talked like a showman, which made Robin snort a laugh.
"What the fuck..." Steve murmured under his breath, but the demon noticed, turning his head to look at him. And the already big eyes seemed to widen with something akin to awe. Steve felt himself blush under that gaze.
"Uhh... Hi mister Eddie, i'm Robin and i summoned you to see if you could help us" her smiled was hesitant and forced. If it weren't for the urgency, she'd be shitting bricks.
Reluctantly, Eddie took his eyes off of Steve, now looking at Robin.
"H-How can i help you?" He stuttered a bit.
"So, our rent has gone up and we haven't been able to pay the last two months and our landlord said if we don't pay this month's we will be evicted, but we have nowhere to go and we have no family in town and we can't leave because of our jobs" Robin began to ramble with a pleading tone.
"Basically you need money" Eddie interrupted.
"Yes! Can you help us?" Robin stood up, making Steve fall from where he leaned on her.
"Yeah i can but it comes with a price" He glanced between the two humans. "Are you a couple?"
"Ew no! What does that have to do with it?" Robin makes a disgusted face. Steve looks offended.
"I'll cover your debts if he goes out on a date with me" The demon points at Steve, whose eyes go wide and mouth parts, incredulous.
"You can't cause he's strai-"
"Actually Robin, i was going to tell you before you decided to play witch" Steve stood up to look Robin in the eye. "A few weeks ago i went to a bar with some colleagues from college and hooked up with a guy. Afterwards, i dismissed because i thought it was a drunk accident, but i really liked it and i thought the guy was kinda cute. So... I guess i'm bisexual" He smiled. Robin's eyes began to tear up and she reached for a hug, squeezing him as much as she could. He hugged her back.
Eddie cleared his throat. "I'd hate to interrupt this lovely moment, but..." He got closer to Steve, invading his personal space. With a low and hoarse voice, he asked. "What do you say, big boy?"
Steve smiled, putting on the charming side of his King Steve persona. "I would love to"
I haven't written anything in years, english is not my first language, i didn't look for any misspellings AND i'm not a writer at all, so sorry for anything. Also if someone wants to take this prompt and write a full fic, feel free to do, but tag me please because i want to read
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e1igius · 1 year
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the world feels like orange , the warm sunrise , the desert sands , the strange south american birds as they fly in the trees around them. everything feels drenched in a strange glow of firelight , even if its only five or so in the morning. the sun isn't even out yet for the the day , barely peaking over the horizon , large white tents blowing in the desert wind. and the texan just stands there , staring out across the landscape wondering. how the fuck can something possibly go wrong today. it's been days of mundaneness , and sometimes that's just how things go. new continents , new countries , but not everything is drenched in adventure at every moment. and the worst part is , that he'll happily sit through boring mornings with droning academics going hours on end about how they should dig forty-meters south or east or whatever , because in the small moments when things go south. oh the adrenaline kick is so high he doesn't know what to do without it.
fingers curl around the rifle in his hand , he's always up before the others. a need to make sure that things start off right , and stay that way before long. he knows the others are up by the way the noise goes from a humming of candles & and local insects to , bustling and loud movements as the tents are scattered and moved about in the loudest way possible. huck is almost certain that even fully armed men with machine guns made less noise moving around in the morning trenches but he wasn't supposed to be the one judging here. he literally got paid to sit and watch and make sure no one got hurt. so that's what he did. even in this situation. where a whole lot of nothing seemed to be happening.
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they'd found something the night before , he vaguely remembered understanding that much of the conversation , which was why they were all actually getting up early today. ( though he had a feeling he was going to have to wake up the doctor , billy as he liked to be called was easily the least disciplined of the three and yet somehow was in charge of the entire expedition ). something huckleberry would never understand but he liked the man enough , that's why he was here wasn't it. this wasn't his first time helping out doctor hargrove nor would it be the last. he knows it's anita thats emerging from the way the tent opens , the pants always look strange on a woman. and he's not sure he likes them. but she never looks bad in them and it's such a weird thing to see every morning. he knows some of the men around camp fanaticize about her , and huck is fairly certain those men have never had a conversation with her.
❝ mornin' miss blake. coffee's brewin' , the carrier dropped off some mail for doc's office earlier set it down in y'alls work tent for ya. ❞ his voice projects over the morning wind. face lit up with the morning light has his blue eyes appearing lit on fire , golden with the light. but he doesn't hesitate , he has no idea where she's going but his job is to keep an eye on both of them so he goes everywhere except the washroom with both , and it takes two seconds for him to push off the pole he's leaned up against and step into a pace after her. she seems determined this morning , always does. there's always something going on with the professor's assistant.
@executiioner gets an ind.ana j.nes starter !
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September 13th, 2022: Chores
Some days I’m fucking useless. Other days I send emails and I’m somehow less useless? I’m not going to lie here (while I lay here). What would be the point of lying to no one? But I’ve felt plagued by feelings of uselessness my entire life and they’ve always been tied to productivity or lack thereof. 
Bill Maher can make fun of “quiet quitting” and “adulting” as a verb, but the fact is life has always been a grind no matter what your generation. I’m luckier than most, and that’s probably stunted my growth a little. (Okay, a lot). Then I look around and somehow I’m not even towards the back of the pack. So I threw on an oddly appropriate podcast about nepotism babies and started folding the silk items of clothing my sister gave me because she “just can’t sleep in them”.
Oy vey. (I’m not Jewish but my exasperation is.) 
So what is a silk problem? Non-machine washable and almost always wrinkled- too valuable to toss, no easy solutions. Unless you’re the kind of person who can work a full 9-to-5 and then happily iron silk. 
I am not one of those people. Although I sure would love to meet them. 
I pair the silk skirt with a slutty crop top, walk to get coffee and then settle in work-from-home style. It might be lazy, but I also somehow manage hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of contracts and content a month. 
No easy fixes, always wrinkled, too valuable to pass up.
Is it helping the world? Nah. But it pays my rent and keeps me from being an even more useless over-aged Rapunzel, growing out my roots in Los Altos in the gilded cage that is living with your parents after 18. 
So how do I find purpose in the meantime? Purpose being the focus and cure for fancy depression, or what the French call “ennui”. Love can do it, but real love costs more if you aren’t willing to settle. Inspiration can do it, but art is an endless cycle of loving and being embarrassed by what you do. A cause can do it, but how exactly does one make change?
I search for love when I get lonely, inspiration when I’m bored, but a cause could light a fire that sustains me. It’s so key to happiness to care about something other than yourself, believe in something bigger, trust in an unshakable belief. To be and feel devoted. 
In lieu of a grand plan, I have the little things. The chores. The adult ornaments that dress up my life and holds its center in a decorative bowl.
 Our house is energy efficient and covered in holiday gourds even though it’s 80 degrees out because Hannah loves the fall aesthetic. Today, I got approved for a credit card and picked up groceries at a Trader Joes. I pissed off a girl in line at Starbucks and pet a French Bull Dog. I did laundry, lit a candle, and read the news (update: still fucked). Went on Hinge (update: people still want to fuck me). I meditated on an overpriced app and the prompt was the importance of note writing (didn’t really need that one). 
I’m wearing a green dress that would make Anne Boleyn and Alicante Hightower proud. Sometimes you have to be the slave of your own ambitions, and sometimes you have to be your own housewife. It feels like playing a part, but it’s a role I’m trying to consistently show up in.
Don’t worry, Darling. It should cool down soon. 
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redhoodieone · 3 years
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You’re so Lucky!
A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another sexy story that was a request from the amazing @jasontoddslut! Enjoy my peeps!
Warnings: Language, Bad Relationship with Ex-Boyfriend, Smut, Voyeurism, and Jason’s Goddamn Dirty Mouth!!!!!
It was bound to happen. She couldn’t deny this was going to happen sooner rather than later. If she believed they that they could get through their issues and be happy like they once were, then she’s a real fucking idiot.
Gabi still couldn’t believe it though. One minute she was trying to calm Bobby down and the next, he’s screaming at her and telling her to get the fuck out of his apartment. He was in a bad mood to begin with. He’s a mechanic and he’s always tired when he gets home. He was expecting dinner to be ready and maybe have his loving girlfriend of three years rub his back since his shoulder pain is getting worse.
But no. Gabi made the mistake of asking Bobby where he was tonight as soon as he got home.
What set him off was her telling him to calm down. She should have known though.
You should NEVER. EVER. Tell an easily angry guy to calm down.
Because that’s like telling fire to not burn people. Or telling a baby to not cry.
She should have known better though. It’s no surprise Bobby’s into some serious shady shit that the low life Gothamites meet up sometimes at night in casinos or nightclubs. She knows they do illegal shit like selling drugs, ordering weapons from other countries, and maybe even kidnapping young women and children.
And Bobby had participated in the ordering weapons category.
How Gabi found out is another story: she knows for damn sure that Bobby once brought home fifteen state of the art total militia AK-47 guns. Bobby had foolishly asked Gabi to go get some important documents from his huge safe; totally forgetting the weapons were in there about five months prior.
Why would a normal mechanic need such weapons?
Gabi had decided to never bring it up. Bobby would either deny or lie about it. His temper had been getting worse right about then and she knew better.
But he wasn’t always like this. Oh, no. Bobby was a funny, laid back, and loving type who worshipped the ground Gabi walked on before they even started dating. But after two years of living with each other, things changed.
Simple as that. Things changed.
Gabi always wondered how things could just...change. So easily. The fact that it could happen in the blink of an eye frightens her sometimes.
Just like Bobby’s hidden anger. She never knew a hilarious and sweet guy could have the rage of a bull.
Bobby never hit her though. He always made sure to slam his fist against the wall beside her head, though. He was the type to yell and belittle Gabi as if she was a little girl.
But she wasn’t a little girl. She was a 23-year-old woman who moved in with her boyfriend so fast that she began to understand why her parents and friends disapproved of her choices and relationship.
I just had to learn the hard way, Gabi thought to herself.
She doesn’t know why she’s trying to think of sayings that relate to this experience. The point is, Gabi knows she seriously fucked. With Bobby only giving her ten minutes to pack whatever truly mattered to her, she had to hurry the fuck up.
The moment she made it outside the apartment building, all Gabi could do is replay her questions that she asked Bobby.
Where were you tonight?
Were you with someone?
What did you do?
Why can’t you tell me what you did?
Are you hiding something from me?
Are you getting into dangerous things?
No wonder Bobby kicked her out. Gabi should have never put her nose in his business. And now, she’s practically homeless. She knows it would be embarrassing as hell to go back to her parents’ house because of what they told her before getting involved with Bobby. She also knows her friends would treat her horribly, with the “I told you so” stares and lectures. Gabi was certainly running out of options just as the rain began to fall.
There was one person she could go to, who would never turn her away.
However, Gabi hasn’t spoken to this person in about a year because of her relationship with Bobby as well as this person’s own relationship with their significant other.
But Gabi knew Y/N was a good person, a good friend. She was a sweet person, with a big warm heart and she would never turn her away.
With nowhere else to go, Gabi walked alone in the rain all the way down to high class side of Gotham.
By the time Gabi gets to the high-class penthouses, she has to call Y/N to let her inside. Of course, Y/N excitedly tells her to come up, and Gabi immediately starts to feel somehow relieved that Y/N hasn’t changed at all.
As Gabi finally makes it to the correct floor, she sees Y/N waiting by the door, where Gabi assumes is where Y/N lives. Y/N is wearing a red and black flannel pajama pants and a thin black tank top. Gabi also notices Y/N’s barefoot, and her hair’s in a messy bun.
She must have just woken up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, Gabi thinks to herself.
But none of that matters when Y/N meets Gabi halfway in the hall where they collide in a tight, warm-hearted embrace.  Y/N smells like a woodsy, musky cologne, most likely from whoever she’s seeing with now. Maybe they were snuggling up against with each other until Gabi had called and asked if she could come over.
“Come inside. You must be freezing!” Y/N says, releasing Gabi from her hug and pulling her arm towards the front door.
Gabi follows on shaky legs, completely overwhelmed by seeing her longtime best friend. Y/N giggles and leads Gabi inside the penthouse. Gabi instantly is hit by the aroma of vanilla and musk, the smell of intimacy and seduction.  Her eyes take in the red and black walls and décor, some exquisite art pieces, and the big space that is more comfortable and warmer than most homes she’s ever seen.
“Welcome, mi casa es tu casa! Seriously Gabi, babe, make yourself at home. There’s absolutely no rush to leave. You leave when you’re ready, okay?” Y/N says seriously.
“Are you absolutely sure? I really don’t want to impose or put you and your boyfriend out,” Gabi confesses.
Y/N leads Gabi to the long, cherry red couch that is facing a huge flat screen TV. Gabi sets down her duffle bag and takes a seat next to Y/N on the couch.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Jay and I insist you stay here until you figure out what you want to do, okay?” Y/N says, before she turns around to get comfortable to face Gabi.
A vanilla candle is lit on the coffee table. Gabi’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I didn’t...interrupt something, did I?”
“Oh, no, you didn’t! I was just setting the mood in the living room to be more...comfy,” Y/N admits, with a chuckle. “Jason just got home a few minutes ago and is taking a shower. He should be done by now.”
As if on cue, they hear someone walking down the hall and towards the living room. He stops near the couch. There in all his glory, well half-naked glory, stands Jason Todd, God’s greatest creation of man...at least that’s what both girls were thinking.
“Gabi, this is Jason, my boyfriend,” Y/N proudly introduces Jason to Gabi. “Jay, this is Gabi, my best friend in the whole wide world.”
Still dripping wet and fresh out of the shower, Jason at least has a white towel wrapped around his waist; hiding his goods that Gabi wanted to see so desperately. He’s really tall, must be 6’2 or something close to that. She takes note that Jason is all man: there’s absolutely nothing that screams “boy”. Gabi inhales hard when she watches his large hand run through his soaked dark hair. The other hand holds the towel tightly around his hips.
“Hi,” Jason smirks at Gabi. She notices his eyes are green, almost like emeralds. He smiles at her, even his white teeth are perfect. “So, you’re Gabi. Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”
“She-she has?” Gabi chokes out. Why is it so hot in here? Why can’t she speak?
Her eyes zero in on the droplets of water running down his strong as fuck built chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs that she really wants to lick and bite his skin.
Holy fuck...
Gabi scolds herself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts about her best friend’s boyfriend. Even though Gabi’s never fantasized Bobby this kind of way, she realizes Y/N’s lucked out. Bobby wasn’t in shape or even remotely attractive like Jason.
“Of course, she has. You’re one of her best friends, and I’m happy to finally meet you. I would go over there to shake your hand and properly greet you, but I’m uh...not exactly dressed yet,” Jason chuckles, and almost seems shy now. “I’m gonna go get dressed real quick so we can talk.”
You don’t have to. You can stay the way you are. You can even drop the towel, Gabi thinks improperly.
Y/N smiles softly at Jason as they watch him leave. True to his word, Jason returned in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and took a seat next to Y/N. Throughout their comfortable and pleasant conversation, Gabi truly sees the way Jason cares about her best friend. Midway through their talk about what happened to Bobby, Jason clearly was paying attention and rubbed caressed Y/N’s thigh when Gabi recounted the latest scary fight with Bobby. Whenever Y/N looked shocked or worried, Jason made sure to calm her down through touches, forehead kisses, and whispers words along the lines of love, probably.
It almost makes Gabi jealous. Y/N’s life is clearly so much better than what Gabi had going on for herself. Jason seems like the perfect gentleman; always does and says the right thing. Gabi’s never seen a man pay so much attention to a woman before. Not only did he offer Gabi his advice and opinions on getting a better and more affordable apartment on their street, but Jason even voiced his hatred for Bobby, and even went on to criticize the man for treating women so poorly. He even made a joke about finding the man and breaking his legs; making Gabi and Y/N laugh their asses off and making the energy around them fun again.
But for some reason, Gabi couldn’t help but notice that Jason wasn’t laughing as hard as she and Y/N were. It almost seemed like Jason was serious about breaking Bobby’s legs, but Jason wouldn’t do that. She was sure of it.
He wouldn’t, would he?
By the time midnight came, the three of them stood up and decided to go to bed. Jason even surprised Gabi by giving her a hug and telling her that she can stay in their guest bedroom for however long as she wants and needs.
“I’m serious, kid. Don’t even worry about it. You mean so much to Y/N, and so therefore, you mean a lot to me, too,” Jason had said as he pulled back from their hug.
Gabi was speechless to say the least. She didn’t want the hug to end. He felt so good in her arms and he smelled so fucking good.
But it was bedtime now, and once Y/N and Jason had shown Gabi the guest bedroom, they went off to bed to let Gabi get comfortable. It wasn’t long for Gabi to quickly clean herself up and put on some plain pajama shorts with a tank top. As soon as she turned off the light, she was amazed by how big and comfortable the bed was. She figured it must be new and is probably the first person to sleep in here. In just a few minutes, exhaustion took over and Gabi fell into a deep sleep.
Her throat was dry. That’s what awoke Gabi at two in the morning and made her climb out of bed and go search for a bottle of water. She made sure to tiptoe out of the room and walk slowly and quietly to the kitchen.
As soon as Gabi made it to the end of the hallway, she stops dead in her tracks when she hears moaning. A woman moaning.
Her mind registers that it’s Y/N moaning. But why is she moaning in the living room?
Curiosity forces Gabi to peek out into the living room and see what’s going on, despite the logical part in her mind is screaming at her to have some respect for her best friend and her boyfriend.
But being a pervert outweighs being a prude.
Gabi is utterly shocked to her core when she sees her best friend straddling Jason’s lap. On the red couch where they sat a couple of hours ago, Gabi sees Y/N and Jason making out heavily. She couldn’t unsee it; she wants to keep watching them.
Gabi even sees the vanilla candle is lit again, after Jason had blown it out before they all went to bed.
But all Gabi could see is Jason’s fingertips digging hard into Y/N’s exposed flesh from where her tank top is pushed up above her bare tits. Y/N shamelessly moans in between the evident delicious kisses, and grinds against Jason’s apparent bulge.
Gabi quickly notices an isolated leather recliner that’s against the wall near the hallway. She throws herself down, sinks into the chair and watches the practically live porno show in front of her.
Jason pulls back from the deep kiss, revealing his red, swollen lips from where Y/N’s been biting and sucking since the beginning. He rests his head back against the couch and looks up with hazy, lustful eyes as Y/N grins down at him. She bites her bottom lip and pulls up her tank top, removing her top completely from her body.  
“Fuck...what the hell are you doing to me, sweetheart?” Jason asks breathlessly. He runs his hands up Y/N’s back and moves them to her front where he reaches for both her tits.
“I’m slowly...and softly killing you,” Y/N says, closing her eyes and moans when Jason gently grabs both her tits in his hands; her breasts fill his hands perfectly.
“I’d say...” he says, before sighing contently when switches from pinching her nipples to squeezing her tits before he sits up straighter and pulls Y/N’s body closer to lick and suck her sensitive nipples.
“Oh, fuck...oh Jay...feels so good,” Y/N moans louder than before. She whimpers and continues to rub herself against him. “I need to cum...please make me cum, Jay...”
Jason pulls back from her chest and gazes into Y/N’s eyes. “You wanna cum, doll? Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, please...I need you so bad!”
“No, I don’t think you need to cum,” Jason teases, before he pulls off his own t-shirt. “Now, I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, but if you touch your pussy, I ain’t going to fuck you.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Y/N snaps. Her cheeks are flushed from being aroused.
Jason smirks at Y/N’s frustration.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart. I’m going to check how wet you are,” Jason explains, as he raises Y/N off his lap to pull down her pajama pants and panties; leaving her completely bare on his lap. “If you’re soaking wet, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling me for days. But if I have to make you wet, then that means I get to do whatever I want to this pussy.”
“But-”
Jason runs his hand up Y/N’s thigh until his fingers glide over her bare pussy. His fingers gently push inside her, he can feel the wetness, but wants to see it for himself.
“Stand up and put your pussy in my face,” he demands.
“What?”
“I want to taste your delicious pussy right now. Don’t make me get up and literally put you on my shoulders to eat you out,” Jason threatens.
Y/N slowly moves to stand up carefully on the couch. Her legs are shaking, but Jason quickly grabs her to hold her steady. He doesn’t waste any time, and he dives into her pussy as if he’s a starving man.
“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out.
Jason’s tongue on her clit is what she wants the most right now. He squeezes her thigh and flicks his tongue side to side until Y/N fears she’s either going to fall back or fall over him.
Y/N notices one of Jason’s pull up bars is above her. How convenient.
She grabs a hold of the bar to hold herself up just as he decides to slip a finger inside her. Holding herself up allows him to remove a hand from her thigh. He takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside and pumps them in and out fast.
Y/N’s body trembles when Jason curls his fingers and strokes the sensitive wall that he’s mastered so well. He can tell she’s close. She must have been excited earlier when they planned to stay in last minute. He manages to look up at her and he can see she’s barely holding on.
“You’re so close aren’t you, babe? You taste so fucking good that I want you to cum on my face. I want you to be my dirty girl tonight,” Jason says as he finger-fucks her harder and faster than before. “Are you going to be my dirty girl tonight?
“Yes! Fuck yes! Just-just make me cum, please!” Y/N cries out desperately, needing the push that Jason could only give her.
“You are my dirty girl. You love it when I make you cum with just my fingers and mouth. But I bet you want my cock right after, huh?” Jason asks, chuckling darkly when Y/N’s eyes roll back when he speeds up his fingers inside her. “You wanna ride me, don’t you?”
“Yes-yes I do...” she’s panting now.
“Okay, I want you to cum in my face and then quickly get on my lap and ride me. Fast, slow, hard, whatever, you pick. I just want to feel your warm, tight pussy around my dick, okay?” Jason says, quickly shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to his feet. “Fuck...give me your pretty, tasty pussy, sweetheart!”
And then Jason finally gives in. He pulls both her thighs to bring her pussy to his face. Y/N whimpers when he licks all around her wetness, and he hums in approval when he feels her hand stroking his scalp and pulling his hair, while she continues holding herself up with only one hand now.
The vibration from his humming helps her reach her release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside her and sucks her clit until she gushes in his face.
Y/N manages to silent most of her orgasm, but it didn’t help when Jason continued to lick and suck at her clit to swallow most of her juices. Once her body relaxes, she lets go of the pull up bar and drops down to the couch. Y/N quickly straddles Jason’s lap until her pussy is hovering above his hard cock.
“Spit on my cock, doll. Get it nice and wet,” Jason says, as he watches Y/N spit in her hand and stroke his thick cock until he’s nice and ready for her. “How are you going to ride me, sweetheart?”
Y/N slowly looks up into Jason’s dilated, misty eyes. “Deep. Hard. And fast,” she says.
Jason swallows hard but is able to quickly smirk up at Y/N before she takes full control. “Then ride me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty girl you really are.”
Y/N finally lowers herself onto Jason’s cock, all logic and common sense flies out the window. Whenever his cock was deep inside her, they both tend to lose themselves and the world around them. Because whenever they were connected emotionally and physically in their bubble, nothing else fucking matters in the world.
When Jason fills her up completely, they both release a content sigh. They usually take their time in the beginning, mostly because of their fears whenever Jason leaves to work as Red Hood. But since they’re both so horny and want to cum sooner, they’ll have to just take their time during round two.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself silly on my dick,” Jason moans, but he and Y/N laugh at the “silly” part, when he realizes that’s not very sexy.
But Y/N understands and slowly lifts herself up his lap until just the tip of Jason’s cock is inside her. She keeps a steady pace, lifting herself and lowering herself, until their rhythm flows. Within seconds, Jason helps her by holding her hips tightly and thrusting his hips in time with hers.
“Your cock is so big inside me, Jay. You fill me up so good,” Y/N moans and rides him a little faster; wanting the head of his cock to rub hard and relentlessly against her g-spot. She guides one of his hands off her waist to move towards her pussy, encouraging him to rub her clit. “I wanna cum again, Jay.”
“Yeah? You like ridin’ my big cock, you dirty girl? You want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” Jason asks, watching Y/N’s tits bounce while she rides his cock faster than before. He can’t help himself, he uses a free hand to pinch her nipple and leans in to bite and suck her breasts, until he puts his hand back to her hip to guide her thrusts. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”
“Yes! Yes, please!” Y/N begs.
“Okay, my dirty girl. I’ll give you what you want.”
Well, Jason knows now that this is going to end fast, but he refuses to let it end without Y/N cumming hard again. He squeezes her hip with one hand and the other hand rubs her clit fast in messy circles. He begins to pull her down to meet his thrusts, fucking her harder and faster with everything he’s got. The squelching sound from his cock fucking up into her wet pussy becomes more noticeable, especially when their skin-on-skin slapping gets louder and harsher that echoes in the living room.
“Fuck...Y/N, you’re getting so tight. You feel so fucking good baby,” Jason pants hard, completely sweating and keeping his fast and erratic pace to get them to their releases. “Fuckin’ cum on my big cock, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum so bad. Please cum for me, again.”
Y/N keeps her eyes on Jason just as her orgasm hits her hard; she squeezes and gushes around his cock, she calls out his name. Jason thrusts harder in her three more times, as he finally cums hard inside Y/N, calls out her name as quietly as he could. Y/N collapses against Jason’s chest, despite being hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. He wraps both arms around her and holds her while they regain their breaths and can function normal again.
Y/N doesn’t see the loving smile Jason gives her as he kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, and hugs her tighter.
She looks up at him and smiles. “I love you, too.”
Before Y/N can lie her head against Jason’s chest again, she notices Gabi sitting and watching them. Y/N jumps up and covers her breasts with her arms, causing Jason to jump in panic and turn around to see what’s going on.
“Gabi! What-what the hell are you doing there?!” Y/N cries out in embarrassment. She can feel her cheeks are getting red again.
Gabi slowly gets up from the chair and makes her wave into the kitchen. She finds bottled water in the refrigerator, takes one, and goes back into the living room where Jason and Y/N are still frozen in fear.
“I-I was thirsty,” Gabi answers, even though she knows it sounds like a lame answer. She walks backwards until she reaches the hall. “And-and then I saw you guys, and then I couldn’t stop watching. I’m sorry, Y/N...Jason...”
But before Gabi leaves, she points a finger at Jason and smiles. She even chuckles. “But-but in my defense...he’s really sexy! He’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N, and you’re one lucky bitch! You’re so lucky!”
But Gabi is right about that.
Y/N is lucky...because she has Jason.
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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years
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dad!witchers and getting interrupted
A/N: I did have a few different asks for how the dad!witchers would react to being interrupted while trying to have sexy times with their SO, but I can't find them in my mess of an inbox.... But here it is nonetheless! Also! I don't have access to my taglist rn but tomorrow I will add the taglist!
Warnings: adult themes, suggestive language, but no explicit smut
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Lambert
“Fucking finally.” Lambert pushed the door to your bedroom shut so that it was just cracked open.
“She’s asleep?” You looked up from the book in your hands.
“Yeah. Little twerp."
“Gets her sleeping habits from you.” You commented. Your eyes returned to the page you were on.
“Well you know what helps me sleep?” Lambert pulled off his top, tossing it down on to the floor.
You frowned, looking down at the article of clothing.
“You pick that up, Lambert. I don’t want a mess–,”
“I’ll pick it up later. Yeesh.” He moved around to your side of the bed, plucking the book from your hands.
“That was rather rude.” You crossed your arms, trying your best to hide the grin that so desperately wanted to form on your lips.
“Yeah, yeah.”
With a flick of his wrist, the candles you kept around the room for times like this were lit and the fire in the hearth lessened.
“I think we should have Eskel take Eva for the weekend.” Lambert climbed on to the bed, straddling your thighs. You giggled at the positions you were in. Usually they were reversed with you straddling him.
“Oh, I don’t know if I’d want to stress Eskel out like that. Eva is quite a handful compared to Nadia.”
“Eskel’s a saint.” Lambert leaned down to kiss you. “He’s got the patients of…. Of…. Whatever has patients like he does. I don’t want to talk about him in bed.”
“You’re the one who brought him up.”
“Don’t sass me.” Lambert kissed your lips.
In one swift movement, he rolled you both over so that he was on bottom and you were on top.
His hands started to push your nightgown up, fingertips trailing along your thighs.
But the moment didn’t last long.
“Fuck. The little devil is coming.” He grumbled. He could hear your daughter's footsteps coming down the hallway.
“Damn it.” You climbed off of him with little grace. Lambert gave you a push and threw the duvet over you in case you weren’t covered entirely.
“Mommy?” Eva pushed your bedroom door open.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” You turned your head to look at the door.
“Don’t tell daddy, but I think there’s a spider in my room.”
Eskel
You placed the empty bowl down on the counter and turned to check the oven when you bumped into your husband.
“Oh! Eskel, I didn’t hear you.”
“Sorry, doll.” He offered you a sheepish smile.
“Where’s Nadia?” You asked as you moved around him to get to the oven.
“She’s laying down for her nap.”
“Finally.” You laughed a little. The two pies that were in the oven appeared to need a little more cooking.
Eskel didn’t let you move past him this time. His arm reached out and wrapped around you before pulling you into his body. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then to your neck. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs. With little effort, he hoisted you up onto the counter top.
“Eskel!” You whispered loudly, playfully swatting at his chest. “Nadia–,”
“She’s asleep.” He assured you. “Just let me give you attention please.”
“Eskel, love. I’ve got things in the oven. I can’t let them burn.”
“I’ll help you make more later if something happens to them.” He pulled you to the edge of the counter, arms securely wrapping around you. “Please, doll. I miss this. I just want to kiss you.”
You tilted your head to the side as he continued to kiss at your neck. This allowed him more access to your neck. Goosebumps broke out across your skin.
“That’s how we ended up with Nadia.” You teased him, turning your head to kiss the side of his neck. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.
His hands began to work at your skirt, pulling the material up.
“One more wouldn’t hurt.”
“Not while she’s so young.” You pulled away from him in an attempt to make eye contact with him but he was far too interested in leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
“We could handle it.”
The sound of little footsteps coming down the hallway made you tense up. Eskel could hear them too. He moved your skirt back into place and stepped away from you, clearing his throat.
You looked over your shoulder to see Nadia coming into the kitchen.
“You should be sleeping, Miss Nadia.” Eskel told her.
“Can’t sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “Will you come lay with me, mommy?”
You shared a glance with Eskel.
“You take care of the pies. I’ll go lay down with her.”
“Of course.” He nodded. He held a hand out for you to help you down from the counter. Before you could slip away, he pulled you in to kiss your temple. “Tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off.” He promised, the words whispered against your skin.
“You’re a troublemaker.” You shook your head with a giggle, teasingly pushing against his chest.
“Will you read me a book, mommy?” Nadia asked, holding her arms out towards you. You picked her up and put her on your hip.
“Of course. Which one would you like?”
Geralt
You brushed your fingers through your hair as you looked yourself over in the mirror. The new nightgown you wore was a pretty shade of light blue and fit your figure rather well. You were excited to show it to Geralt. You just hoped that Bram would go to sleep and stay asleep so that you could properly show your husband.
The bedroom door opened behind you.
Geralt stopped, raising his brows at the sight of you in the lingerie.
“What’s this?”
“I figured we could spend the night having a little…. time together.” You moved away from the vanity and towards the bed. “Is Bram asleep?”
“Yes. He insisted on a song.”
“And you sung to him?”
“Of course.” Geralt huffed.
“You’re so sweet.”
Yellow eyes flickered over you as he approached you. Large hands slipped around your waist.
“You look beautiful.” He dipped his head down to kiss your forehead.
“Thank you.” Your hands trailed along his arm and up to his shoulders. You tilted your head to the side as he began to leave kisses along your neck. “Do you like the color?”
“The what?”
“The color of the nightgown.”
He rumbled against your skin, fingertips digging into our waist. He pulled your hips flush against his and then reached down for your thighs.
“It’d look better on the floor.”
“Geralt!” You gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders when he lifted you up with ease. “Your back–,”
“My back is fine.”
You weren’t a light little doll that could just be thrown around. But your husband always loved to pick you up and manhandle you.
He rested one knee on the edge of the bed and then carefully placed you on the bed.
“Whatever– Geralt, your beard is tickling me.” You giggled as his scruffily jaw rubbed against your neck. “Whatever you do, don’t rip this one. I just bought it for you.”
“For me?” He gunned, lifting his head just enough to look at you. “Then I should be able to do with it as I please.”
“Is that so?” You raised a brow teasingly. “I only have a few good gowns because of you, sir. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t rip it like an animal.”
He smirked, dipping his head down to your chest.
But he stopped suddenly and lifted his head, turning his head towards the door to your room.
“What is it?” You asked him.
“Bram.” He groaned, pushing himself up off of the bed. “He’s fussing.”
“I can’t hear it.” You sat up.
“He isn’t being too loud but he’s awake again.”
“Do you want me to go get him?” You asked, but your husband was already going towards the door.
“I can get him.”
You smiled softly.
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moodymelanist · 3 years
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If you’re still doing nessian prompts and you want to can you do one where a modern cassian finds out Nesta doesn’t think she deserves him and actually does something about it lol?
Thank you for sending this prompt in, I thought this would work well for today’s theme :-) I’m still taking Nessian prompts, so if you want to send in some Halloween themed ones my ask box is open!
@nessianweek
Cassian sighed as he unlocked the front door, exhausted from a long day at work. He’d taken his classes to the Natural History Museum for their field trip and nothing tired him out like chasing after twelve year olds.
Instead of starting dinner like he was supposed to, he haphazardly put all his stuff down on the counter and made his way over to the couch. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few minutes…
“I understand that just fine, Amren,” Nesta snapped. Cassian groggily looked over to see his girlfriend pacing rapidly in front of the TV, scowling from whatever argument she was having with one of her colleagues from the US Attorney’s Office.
Nesta made a face at Cassian once she realized he was awake, but her conversation was clearly getting more intense. “I know I should’ve come up with something better, but the judge said it was more probative than prejudicial! What was I supposed to do?”
He left his girlfriend to her argument and walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and started drawing a bath. He knew that when she got this worked up, nothing calmed her down faster than a hot bath and a good book.
She came and found him as he lit the last candle, her eyes going round with surprise as she took in the scene. “What are you doing?”
“Being a good boyfriend,” he replied, smiling. “Hop in while the waters still hot.”
Instead of getting undressed and submerging herself in the bath, Nesta’s entire face crumpled. Cassian watched in shock as she put her face in her hands and started crying.
“Sweetheart?” he asked uncertainly. He put down the jasmine scented candle he was holding in favor of wrapping his arms around her, gently pulling her into his chest. She didn’t make a single noise as her body shook with silent tears. “What’s wrong?”
“I fucked up today at work,” she said after a few minutes, her voice muffled against his now-wet shirt. “I didn’t fight hard enough and now the defense is introducing evidence that could screw up my entire case. I feel like I can’t do anything right and I suck at everything and I don’t deserve you for trying to make me feel better when I feel like I’ve been ignoring you all week and—”
“You feel like you don’t deserve me?” Cassian pulled back to look at his girlfriend’s tear stained face in complete shock. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she dismissed him. He felt a spark of anger at her words — how could she even think that she didn’t deserve him, let alone believe something like that? “I’ve always known that you’re way too good for me.”
“Take me off whatever pedestal you’ve put me on,” he responded, frowning now. “I’m not too good for anyone, especially you. I don’t like that shit at all, Nes.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not,” she retorted. “Everybody knows that it’s true. I don’t even know how you put up with me sometimes.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he exclaimed. That spark of anger had caught and was quickly turning into a full-on fire. “I’m not ‘putting up with you.’ I’m in love with you, for fuck’s sake. And who’s everybody? Did someone say something to you I should know about?”
Nesta pressed her lips into a thin line, that cold, blank mask he hated so much settling onto her features. “Nobody said anything to me.”
“Oh, so you’re a mind reader now?” Cassian loved her, he really did, but hearing stuff like this from her simultaneously broke his heart and enraged him.
“It’s not about that.”
“So what is it about, then? Because it sounds like you had a shit day and you’re mad at me for trying to make it better.”
“It’s not about me having a shitty day—”
“I don’t care whether you think you’re not good enough for me,” Cassian interrupted her. How could she even think these kinds of things? “I can make my own choices, and I’ll always choose you.”
Whatever retort Nesta had been planning to hiss at him promptly died on her lips, and if he hadn’t been so irritated, he would’ve found it adorable. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He gently nudged her toward the bath. “Are we done having this dumbass argument? You’re wasting hot water.”
She didn’t say anything as she stripped right in front of him. He made sure to keep his eyes firmly on her face, not wanting to get distracted during this kind of spat.
Once she was under the water, he turned towards the door, planning on giving her some space before they broached this topic again. This wasn’t going to be resolved in one conversation — deep insecurities were funny that way — but the fact that they were talking about them at all was a good sign in his book.
“Cass?” Nesta called out softly.
Cassian turned over his shoulder, his hand on the door handle. “Yeah?”
“You’re right.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for how you feel,” he told her. “Just… I don’t know. I hate that you think about yourself like that.”
“I know,” she replied, sinking further under the water. “Can we talk about it when I’m done?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “I love you, you stubborn woman.”
She smiled at him. “I love you too.”
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sukiette · 3 years
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how they would react to you being drunk and mistaking them for someone else
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ft: Oikawa, Tsukishima, Daichi and Ennoshita
an: the title is a mouthful-aged up and slight language [some parts are longer, than others-] enjoy <3 [g/n reader!]
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OIKAWA doesn’t enjoy parties, but he does enjoy small get togethers that involve alcohol, drama, and chaos. When he brought you along for the first time, everyone was pleasantly shocked that Oikawa managed to pull his s/o to get togethers like these.
One day, you weren’t having the best day of your entire life and you needed some sort of distraction. A small social party seemed wonderful! With you, your boyfriend, and his old team. So, you went along and the night begun. As the night dragged on…you got more drunker than usual and that’s when it all happened.
You somehow mistook Iwaizumi for Oikawa, and as Iwa was kissing his s/o, your drunk self began to sob, and I mean….really dramatically sob.
“You traitor! You spent all those nights with me! You loved me! I loved you! I can’t believe you ended up cheating me you….you bastard!”
Everyone in the party began staring at you, and Oikawa being sober, began to peel you away from the scene, trying to avoid you punching Iwaizumi.
“No! Don’t you touch me Iwa! He needs to learn a lesson! He needs-“
“Y/n, that’s not Oikawa.”
“What the crap do you- Oh, hello there.”
Oikawa sighed as you dreamily smiled at him, nuzzling his shoulder.
Iwaizumi and his lover just stared at you two before bursting out in laughter.
To say the least, Oikawa teases you about this night every chance he could-
He doesn’t like to admit it, but TSUKISHIMA likes to kinda keep you for himself. He doesn’t mean it in a selfish way, he just thinks it’s romantic, and you don’t question it.
When you two got an invite to Yamaguchi’s get together, you two were hesitant, but more or less went. You didn’t have any plans and you haven’t met anyone new lately.
Tsukishima allowed you to drink because he wasn’t much of a drinker, and wanted to get you home safely. He likes to tease you over the fact slightly a lightweight, and that alcohol and you don’t mix well together.
So, as you drank, he watched you from a far corner to make sure everything was going alright. Once he turned his back to get water, that’s when the confusion began.
“Hi there Kei’s lover! I would just like to talk to Kei really quickly about how much of a bastard he is to fucking cheat on me.”
Atsumu blankly stared at you. Sakusa silently chuckled before tucking his feet back.
You smiled at Atsumu, before splashing your drink on him.
“Oh my God, I’m totally not sorry! That’s what you deserve you- mhph!”
“I’m so sorry sir, my s/o is drunk.”
Tsukishima dragged you by the shirt and into the kitchen where there was no one. He looked at you once, then back at Atsumu, then at himself. It was asif he was confused too [well. he was.]
“How the fuck did you mix him up with me?”
“Idkreallyman, now, who are you?”
He rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows before deciding it was time to go home.
[“Hey! This is an attempted kidnapping! Someone! Help!”
“Y/n. It’s your goddamn boyfriend.”]
You and Sugawara are best friends, quite the chaotic pair. So when you and DAICHI showed up at a party Suga was hosting together, boy, everyone had answers. anyways
Suga was hosting a party to celebrate New Years, and you were the first to recieve the invite. Daichi was hesitant because last time you went to a party, you and Suga nearly set the neighbour’s trash can on fire, but, he accepted because it was New Years, and how else would he like to end this year? [not watching you and Suga try to fight someone that’s for sure]
While you and Suga caught up, Daichi went over to talk to Kageyama and everyone else. You and Suga did some beer pong, some shots, the usual chaos, when the alcohol really started to kick in.
You approached Asahi with a candle stick [not the holder, this is way less deadlier] and threated him, thinking that he was Daichi.
“You absolute asshole!”
“Woah, woah, Y/n, put the candle down.”
“It’s not even lit, you scaredy-cat! Don’t talk to me like that! You cheated on me you jerk!”
Suga was drunk enough to believe this was Daichi too, so he joined in. Eventually everyone was hesitant to stop this from happening [and it was funny-] so nothing really happened. Daichi came back from the restroom to see his s/o and Suga gang up on poor Asahi and just froze.
“Alright! Put the candles down, c’mon.”
“Ugh! Asahi! This bastard cheated on me! You don’t understand!”
Daichi yanked the candle from you and Suga’s hand before leaving the party to let you have some fresh air.
[“Bye Suga! Good luck beating Daichi up!”
“Youu betcha!”
“Oh my god, Y/n. I’m right next to you.”]
To say the least, ENNOSHITA is a mild party guy, but he only comes for the chaotic vibes and not the alcohol. When the Karasuno volleyball team hosts a small get together, you two agree to join in. You slightly knew the team, but you were eager to get to know them better.
The night began and Ennoshita left you alone to converse with a girl named Kiyoko. She was sweet, soft spoken and you two got along easily. You two had a few drinks, laughed to each other's jokes. Soon enough, you said your goodbye and left Kiyoko to go find your boyfriend, when you stumbled upon Kageyama and Hinata.
“Baby? Why were you- kissing this orange haired lady? I can’t believe it…”
“Y/n…? It’s just me, Kageyama and Hinata, Ennoshita is over there by the kitchen.”
You began to cry a bit, due to your confusion and dismay, not knowing if your boyfriend was actually cheating on you or not.
“It’s okay. If you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
You wiped your tears and began to walk into the bathroom to cry in peace, when the real Ennoshita came in.
“Honey? What are you doing? Why are you crying?”
“Why were you kissing that orange haired lady? I mean, its fine, but the hair’s a little tacky.”
He stifled a laugh before taking your drink and placing it in the sink.
“You had too much to drink, I never kissed anyone but you, alright? C’mon lets go home.”
He linked his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead while you two walked out of the bathroom like a dignified couple.
[“Hinata is wondering why you called him a tacky old lady.”
“I did not- Did I?”]
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princehrry-writings · 3 years
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Y/n's a witch and Harry's her soulmate
I'VE LITERALLY BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR 2 MONTHS!!!
lanfvksbkvjbs I hope you guys like it because I poured my whole soul into this!!!! I wanted it to be over 10k but I felt like I was just dragging it on and the ending isn't great but it's ok.
I switch between present and past tense without meaning too- oops :)
wordcount: 9911
warnings: uhhh, swearing, google translated latin :) catcalling and unwanted male attention (with a bad witch moment... see what i did there😏), a little bit of violence, very lightly edited lmao
She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.
“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”
Harry.
What a magical name, she thought.
or
Harry walks into Y/n’s shop one day, sees the brooms sweeping by themselves and gets a little curious.
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“Althea, get your claws out of there. You’re gonna get hair in the muffins!” Y/n shrieked, quickly shooing the troublesome feline away from the open bowl of batter sat atop the counter. The cat just meowed at her, unbothered by her person's shrieking. Thea was quite the diva. She couldn’t give a flying fuck even if she tried.
“Oh Stars, look what you’ve done!” Y/n continued, cleaning up the trail of paw prints left in the flour on the table. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the kitchen when I’m baking Thea! Why don’t you ever listen!”
Y/n has been a little strung up lately. That’s probably the understatement of the century. Maybe if she hadn’t been put in charge of the shop for the first time by herself while her mother went to gather supplies and place orders for said shop, she wouldn’t be so stressed. She’s only 22 years into her eternal lifetime. She’s yet to learn the virtue of patience, her mind never ceasing to run with ideas and thoughts and feelings.
Her mother always griped about how she needed to take a deep breath and let go of the tension in her shoulders because now that she had stopped ageing- she had all the time in the world (literally) to do everything she was worried about. Y/n would argue that she’s not worried so much as eager. She’s just very excitable.
“Why do I even bother yelling at you anymore.” Y/n grumbled, flicking her wrist in the direction of the broom closet. The broom and dustpan came floating out and got to work sweeping up the bits of flower seeds and petals that had dropped off the table instead of into the mortar like she had planned.
Y/n’s never been known for her cleanliness.
Out of the blue, the hair on the back of her neck and arms stood at full attention, a warm shiver shooting down her spine. What the hell? She thought to herself. Thea didn’t seem bothered by whatever energy was coming closer so she knew it wasn’t any danger, but it was something. Y/n flicked her wrist once more, quickly sending the broom away and going to hide behind a wall where whoever this was couldn’t see her.
The little bells above the door chimed, alerting anyone inside that someone had just arrived. In walked, who Y/n thought to be, the most beautiful boy she thinks she’s ever seen. Chestnut curls shielded by a knit beanie, sea glass eyes, broad shoulders, a kind smile on his face. He looked as ethereal as she was.
She felt the earth shift under her feet, her heart speeding up slightly in his presence. He was magnificent, she thought. The shiver she felt was steadfast and unchanging, finding a home in the goosebumps covering her whole body. She had never felt like this before.
The witch watched from behind the wall as the man gazed about the shop, his hands rested behind his back. In a pair of black jeans with a rip in the knee and a white tee shirt with a cardigan thrown over it, he shuffled about.
Y/n took a deep breath, collecting herself before making her presence known. She walked out from behind the wall, stepping behind the main checkout counter and clearing her throat lightly.
“Welcome in! I’m Y/n, let me know if you need any help!” She said, trying not to cringe at how scripted that sounded.
His head popped up, eyes connecting with hers and that’s when they both felt the energy in the room grow. Thea came sauntering out of the kitchen area in the back, Y/n made a mental note to check the muffin batter for cat hair later, no doubt at the electrical charge of the room.
She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.
“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”
Harry.
What a magical name, she thought.
There was a pause, where neither of them wanted to move, in fear of this moment passing and never getting to feel like this ever again.
It felt like having a picnic on a warm summer day, where it’s not too hot but just right. It felt like the first breath of fresh Spring air, like hearing a baby giggle. She felt fuzzy and warm. Like she was wrapped in a hug. Y/n felt… peaceful. She felt all of her anxiety about the shop melt away, as if it had never been there.
Harry smiled at her, a pink tinge coating his skin, and pulled his eyes away (he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring), continuing on with his peruse of the shop. He had no idea why he was here, truly. Didn’t realize where he was until he pushed through the door. He doesn’t even know what any of this stuff is, he’s just looking so it seems like he knows what he’s doing.
He felt something brush his ankle, looking down and seeing a fluffy snow white cat with striking green eyes (just like his!), and cooed at her.
“Is it alright if I pet her?” He asked, looking back up at Y/n. He would take any chance he got to look at her. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. With her shiny hair and kind eyes, a smile that made you want to hug her. She looked so welcoming. He felt… oddly peaceful.
“Yeah of course! She’s my little attention whore, aren’t you Thea?” Y/n giggled and Harry thought his heart would stop right there. Her little giggle was the most glorious sound he’d ever heard, he decided.
She got up from her little stool behind the counter and floated over to him, using her cat as an excuse to get closer. She just couldn’t figure out why she had such a pull to him. It didn’t make sense to her. Maybe he was a witch and was just masking his energy really well, maybe he was some sort of other creature, or maybe… no, that can’t be it.
Well…
Maybe… he’s her Flame. Her Twin Flame… Her Soulmate.
No. There’s no way. It’s so rare for witches to find their flames. And especially at such a young age. Y/n’s parents didn’t find each other for almost 75 years, and here she is at just 22, stumbling upon some magical happenstance where her Flame just saunters into her family’s shop.
Harry scratched behind Thea’s ear, a motor-like pur erupting from her little belly. She nuzzled into his touch, and then sprung up onto his shoulder from the table, startling the man. Y/n giggled at the look on his face, reaching up to scratch just above Thea’s tail, her favorite spot.
“She does that when she likes someone.” Y/n explained. A blush appeared on his face at this.
She likes him.
“So was there anything in particular you were looking for?” Y/n continued, hoping to make more conversation with him. Her fingers are buzzing, wanting to reach out and hold his hand or touch his arm, anyway she can get her hands on him really, but she knows that would be inappropriate so she refrains (however difficult it may be).
Harry was in the same boat. He felt the need to wrap her up in his embrace and never let her go. It was the strangest thing he thinks he’s ever felt.
“Honestly, no. I don’t really know what any of this stuff is… I didn’t even realize when I walked in but I didn’t want to look like a psycho just walking in and out of shops randomly.” A shy smile displays on his features.
Y/n chuckled. This furthers her hunch that he is, in fact, her Flame. Getting a random urge to come in here could only mean that the invisible string tying them together was leading him to her. Pulling them closer and closer everyday until this very moment, when they were fated to meet. Written in the stars to know each other, whether that be for love or friendship only time would tell.
She really hopes it’s love.
“Ok… We’re kind of just a general shop. We carry crystals, herbs, spices, oils, candles, and my mother does a lot of crafts, so we sell those here too.” Y/n went on to explain, Harry’s eyes flitted around to all the things she mentioned. He saw glittering crystals, by themselves but also made into jewelry like rings and necklaces, he saw bundles of different flowers and vials of liquids he assumed were the oils she mentioned.
“What is all this stuff for?” He questioned. He had never heard of anyone suddenly needing Oxeye Daisies or black onyx crystals, but he’d never been one to judge.
Y/n paused, thinking of the best way to explain everything. Practising “witchcraft” wasn’t an unusual topic to humans, but they didn’t know that witches with magic that was (semi-inaccurately) portrayed in movies and tv shows actually existed.
“Uhm, anything in the shop can be used for a number of things. Apothecary, gardening, herbal remedies, manifestation.” She explained. He nodded along with her words, doing his best to focus on what she was saying rather than just her. His body was tingling the closer she stood. He never wanted this feeling to go away.
Whatever this feeling was.
Harry looked around, his sights landing on a shelf full of colorful candles. His eyes lit up, trotting over to them, picking up one that was a light lavender color. He didn’t know he was drawn to this one in particular, but something had pulled him to grab it. Something was telling him to buy it, bring it home, and burn it on his bedside table, right next to his head every night.
It was Y/n’s favorite color.
The girl's cheeks burnt when she realized this was the one he had picked out. The occurrence might seem random to anyone passing by, anyone who didn’t know two halves of a soul had just been reunited with one another after being apart for however many years. But Y/n knew, and hopefully Harry would know soon.
She didn’t want to scare him though. He would think she was crazy. Imagine a random stranger that you’ve never seen before in your entire life tells you that you’re meant to spend the rest of your life together. He would run away screaming.
So she has to start slow.
“Think I might get a few candles…” Harry trails off, looking around at all the different shapes and sizes of colored wax sitting before him. Y/n smiles at this and nods, letting him know she’ll be at the counter if he needs anything.
Please need something, she hopes to herself.
He didn’t end up needing anything, but he ended up purchasing 3 candles, all of them being that same lavender color.
* .
. * .
It was a few weeks later when Y/n felt a familiar tingle run down her spine. Harry must be near, she thought.
She had spent the last fortnight and then some moping about the shop and her flat, hoping her Flame would turn up again. Her mother, Asteria, had been ecstatic when she heard that her daughter had found her Flame, and empathised with her pain, understanding that he was a mortal and it was difficult to form bonds with them quickly. The woman always found it interesting how the most indefinite creatures took the longest to form their bonds. But then she remembered they had no knowledge of Twin Souls and often settled for one not fated to them.
“Mama, he’s close. I can feel him!” Y/n cried, tidying her appearance in the reflection of the window. She hopes to the Stars that he’s coming to see her and not just passing through.
Waving away the brooms fluttering around the shop, she busies herself restocking shelves. Asteria had just finished a new batch of candles that needed shelving. The mother had been trying new recipes lately and was excited to see how they would fare.
Y/n almost misses the little chime of the bells signaling that someone has just entered. If it weren’t for the energy in the room skyrocketing and all the hair in her body standing at attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it at all. Turning, her gaze falls upon a familiar set of sea glass eyes and chestnut curls that have enchanted her mind every passing second since the first time they met. She tried her damndest to hide her grin, but had to turn away so he wouldn’t be able to see it.
Harry looked around the shop before his gaze fell upon the girl he hadn’t stopped dreaming about since he last was here. There she stood, back turned to him, with her shiny hair and adorable outfit. In a lavender colored sundress, hair pulled back by a white scarf, she fussed about the candle shelf that Harry had searched the last time he came.
Everytime he burned that candle, he thought of the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the different items in the shop and how she smiled at him when he asked her a question.
Harry had never been one to jump into things quickly. He was the kind of guy that liked to get a feel for a situation before he really dived into it. But there was something about this girl that made him want to jump in head first, fearless. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her, daydreaming about little scenarios that he wished would happen between them.
He knows he sounds crazy, but he has a crush on her. And he’d only met her once! That is so not like him at all.
Y/n turned once again, sure that she had calmed the burning in her cheeks, greeting Harry as if she hadn’t thought of him in weeks.
“Welcome in,” she says, wondering if it would be weird to him if she remembered who he was, she decided she doesn’t care, “Oh, hi Harry!”
“Hello Y/n!” He smiles. Y/n felt her heart stutter in her chest when her name fell from his lips. As if she was floating (she had to check to make sure she actually wasn’t), she followed the sound of his voice, going to stand before him. Her first instinct was to hug him, and she was very sad that she had to stop herself.
“What brings you back?” She asked, itching to reach out and hold his hand. His gaze flits around for a few seconds before landing back on her face, a rose tint now on his cheeks.
“I- uh, I don’t really know. I just felt like I needed to come back…” He stuttered. A smile graced her lips, causing an identical one to grow on his own. Asteria watched from behind the counter, beaming at the couple.
“Y/n dear, who’s this?” The witch called. Y/n snapped out of her love-drunk haze, looking to her mother.
“Mama, this is Harry. He came in a few weeks ago while you were away.” She answered, giving her a look that said “please don’t say anything.” Asteria had a tendency to butt into her daughter's life, and Y/n needed to figure this out on her own.
Thea came flouncing out from whichever corner she had burrowed herself into and nosed at Harry’s feet before launching herself onto Y/n’s shoulder and staring at Harry from her new height advantage.
“Well look at you Thea, sittin’ all pretty up there!” Harry reached out to scratch behind her ears. Thea began purring loudly, louder than she did when Y/n petted her (Y/n did her best not to roll her eyes at her attention whore cat). The one thing the girl loved about this was now she had a reason to step closer to the boy before her. He smelled like citrus and woods, with a hint of weed (she’s not judging, she just wouldn’t peg him for a stoner so it’s a little surprising). She let it take over her senses until all she could think about was HaryHaryHary, having to stop herself from purring just like the cat.
“Well, whatever led you back here, it’s nice to see you again!” She blushed, deciding to let her affection for him shine through lightly. Y/n realized she didn’t really want to waste time dancing around mortal niceties. She didn’t want to scare him off but she wouldn’t feign disinterest. The witch wanted to make it clear she was smitten with him. So this was her way of starting slow, letting her blushes be seen, maybe resting a gentle hand on his bicep if he says something that makes her laugh, letting her longing gazes be caught before she looks away.
Like she said before, she’s going to start slow.
“I am too…” Harry wondered if maybe she felt the things he was feeling too. If she couldn’t stop thinking about him the way he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if it would be weird to ask her out. See if she wanted to get dinner with him, or have a picnic in a park on a sunny afternoon while he stared, as uncreepily as he could, at her bright smile and star-stricken eyes.
Very quickly, like it almost didn’t happen, Y/n saw a blush pink haze surrounding the boy. He was feeling love. The heat in her cheeks rose, fluttering of her heart increasing.
Now she knew for sure, he was her soulmate for love- not friendship. Thank the Stars!
* .
. * .
The next few weeks, Harry would come in every few days just to see Y/n. After realizing that she might be feeling the way he was, he wanted to make it clear to her that he was smitten. So he’d come in after he got done with whatever he’d been doing that day, bring her flowers or a blue-raspberry red bull italian soda (he saw her drinking one one day when he came by) and they would talk and sometimes he’d bring food if it was late and they would eat at the counter in the back kitchen. It became a routine, and he started showing up almost everyday. On slower days, she would close up early, so as not to have a single distraction from her Flame.
The two would talk about the most obscure things, not giving a rat if others heard them cackling at each other's jokes and misspeakings (Y/n stumbled over her words quite a bit when she was tired, he came to realize. He thought it was adorable).
In return for the beautiful flowers and the delicious drinks he’d bring her, Y/n would give him little spell jars or charmed items to make his life easier. He didn’t know they were spelled or charmed, but he thought it was cute how she gave him a lavender colored pen and told him he would think of her every time he wrote anything down (she had charmed it to always spell things correctly) or a little jar filled with lavender and chamomile buds, a few drops of lavender oil and a small amethyst crystal sealed in white wax to help quell the anxiety he’d been feeling with his job lately.
He appreciated them more than any material thing she could have purchased for him. He liked that she wanted him to think about her or that she wanted to do away with his ailments. He came in with a cold once and she spent the better part of an hour fussing over him, telling him all these little tricks to clear his sinuses and giving him different blends of herbs and spices that should clear this up in no time! He thought she was very adorable, worrying over a little cold and wanting to make him better.
Harry found that each time he left her, the force that pulled him to her grew stronger. He wanted to be in her presence more and more every time he walked out the door of the shop. The boy still didn’t really understand what it was about her, but he’s long since stopped asking questions and was just rolling with the punches.
Speaking of things Y/n did that Harry thought was cute- the things she said enamoured him, rendered him so speechless sometimes all he could do was sit there and look at her, (ironically) wondering what magical force brought her to him. He had no idea that the Universe herself was the one who chose his favorite girl.
“Oh Stars Thea! Get out of the nettle! It makes you sneeze, silly cat!”
“Stars forbid you ever listen to me, mother.”
“Althea Rose get your furry ass away from that hot wax before I feed you to the hellhounds!”
He loved how she was always saying Stars where he would normally say Jesus Christ. He never was one to be into religion but it was just something people around him said.
As the weeks went by, they began to sit closer and closer to each other. What started as across the table from one another, began to turn into her at the head and him on the corner next to her, then both of them sitting on one side but a bit of space between them, and then side by side, thighs touching, on the bench seat. Eventually, Y/n would lay one of her legs over his and he would rest his hand innocently on her skin, his thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth, tapping his fingers to an imaginary beat as she told him a story about a kooky customer that came in.
That was another thing he loved that she said a lot: kooky.
Their goodbyes had grown more and more affectionate over time as well. From a little wave and a shy smile to a little hug, to a bear hug with a kiss on the temple from Harry.
Things were moving very swimmingly. Y/n was happy with the progress the two had made in getting to know each other. She had learned that he worked at a marketing firm but his passion was music, that he was in a band when he was in high school, and he’s from a village in Manchester.
Harry learned that Y/n has a degree in herbology and really likes the woods, and the show The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (despite the inaccurate depiction of witches, she thinks the characters are pretty).
Y/n has been trying to figure out the best way to tell Harry about her… lifestyle. It’s going to be a big shift in his reality and she worries that she’s going to overwhelm him. Her parents didn’t have this problem because they were both witches, but she had been fated to a mortal, which she’s not complaining about because loves Harry and all his human afflictions (loves!), but it’s quite a task keeping him in the dark until she’s ready to shed light on everything.
Especially on a day like today.
Her mother is out again, leaving her in charge of the store, again! And as previously mentioned, Y/n gets a little strung up when she’s left in charge. She’s forgetful, her mind flying all over the place. Her messiness gets worse, leaving different things all over the place (she somehow left a grimoire in the refrigerator at home), losing things… Basically, Y/n’s not doing so hot at the moment.
A busy spell had just finished, she had like 7 different customers in at once, all of them needing her for different things and all the chamomile and lavender oil rubbed behind her ear in the world couldn’t calm the anxiety flowing through her at the moment. She’d been so strung up that she hadn’t noticed the warm golden shiver running down her spine or all the hair on her body raising to attention or the jingle of the bells on the door when Harry walked in.
Walked in to see… the brooms sweeping up by themselves? And different pots and pans flying back into place… with no one carrying them. And Y/n muttering words he didn’t understand while her fingers wiggled, making the pestle inside what he learned to be called a mortar, moving by itself.
To say the least, Harry was very confused. And a little scared. Was he dreaming? Did today even happen? Was he still at home lying in bed?
The only thing that makes him realize he’s not is the shriek Y/n let’s out when she sees him standing frozen in the doorway, eyebrows pulled together in confusion (and a little bit of terror), mouth agape like he wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. All at once, every moving item ceased and dropped, including the pots and pans which made a very loud noise, scaring Thea so much that she did the loud “meow!” that you only hear cats do in movies, and Y/n let out a quiet“Shit!”
“Harry…” She muttered, standing up slowly and treading towards him.
“Um… Y/n. What- what the fuck… was all of that?” He stuttered, and she continued to walk to him.
“Love, why don’t we go sit down and I’ll explain everything to you!” Y/n said slowly. She had taken to calling him Love lately, not being able to stop herself. They had yet to really “confess their feelings” to the other, but it was like a silent thing that no one said but they both just knew. So the name didn’t surprise him. Actually in the midst of all this craziness (and how his whole world had just seemed to be flipped in a matter of 5 seconds) he was clinging to the familiarity of the pet name.
He nodded, his eyes glazing over as he tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Y/n waved her wrist, everything that had dropped seeming to come to life again and be put back into their rightful places. Harry stared in amazement. Seeing it for the second time really drove the nail into the coffin that holy shit this is really happening…
They sat down side by side on the bench where they normally did but Y/n didn’t put her leg over his like they had grown used to. She missed the contact but figured a little space while she explained everything would be best for her Flame. Harry didn’t agree and tugged her closer to him. She didn’t fight it.
“Ok,” She sighed, cracking her knuckles as she took a deep breath, “Harry… my darling Harry. I need you to keep an open mind while I tell you all of this ok? It’s gonna be a lot for you to take in and I don’t want you to get a headache.” He nodded, and she took his hands in her own, running her thumb over his palm and channeling positive energy between the two of them. She saw Harry relax a little, letting her know it worked. He was ready (as ready as he could be) to hear what she had to say.
“Love, I’m a witch.” She says, letting it sink in for a moment. Harry doesn’t say anything for a moment. Y/n wonders if he’s even breathing. The strong pulse thumping in his wrist is a steady reminder that he’s ok, just shocked. (Very, very shocked).
“I come from a very long line of very powerful witches. I have magic, kind of like you see in movies and tv shows except I don’t worship the devil or eat children. None of us do. We’re usually very gentle creatures, unless we’re put in danger. Witches don’t use magic to hurt others, quite the opposite actually.”
“So… you cast spells and stuff?” He asks quietly. She breathes a laugh through her nose, nodding her head, continuing to channel him by rubbing her thumbs over his palms.
“I do, that’s what you saw me doing at the counter. I was actually strengthening the anti-anxiety jar I gave you a few weeks ago, because you told me you had a big project coming up and I didn’t want you to get too stressed out.” The girl said.
Harry couldn’t really focus on one thing for too long, letting his gaze flit around the kitchen area. He felt oddly… calm.
“Why do I feel so calm right now? I feel like I should be freaking out a little bit more than I am…” He voiced, finally looking into her eyes.
“I’m channeling you… look.” She said, pointing her gaze to their hands. He sees her thumbs rubbing gentle circles into his palms and looks back into her eyes.
“You’re casting a spell on me right now?” Harry wonders out loud.
“Channeling isn’t necessarily a spell, I’m just focusing and directing positive energy onto you right now, to help keep you calm. Like I said, I don’t want you to get a headache or pass out on me. I can stop if you want me to though!” She added quickly at the end but he shook his head.
“No, don’t stop…” He almost cried, pulling her closer to him.
“Ok, I won’t. It’s ok!” She shushed him, letting one of her hands float to his cheek, brushing over his cheek bone and pushing a fallen curl out of his eyes, before her hand found his again.
“Was it a spell that made me want to come in here that first day?”
“No baby, that’s actually a little different. This might be a little much so you gotta bear with me ok?” She explained and he nodded, heaving out a heavy breath.
A beat of silence passes and Y/n lets her eyes lock with his.
“We’re Twin Flames… or what you would know as Soulmates. We were fated to be together. That’s why you felt a pull to come in here. We were… destined… to meet each other.”
Harry doesn’t say anything and Y/n feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest. She knew he was going to find out someday, but really didn’t expect that day to be this one. This crazy long day where everything had seemed to just bubble over and explode. She should have known something was going to happen when this morning, the flame on the candle she had lit for Harry on her altar was taller than it ever had been. She had written it off to him just thinking about her or something (if this was the case, it would be to the ceiling all day everyday because he never stops thinking about her), but she should have known. And now, here she was, terrified that Harry was going to walk away from her. She would understand if he did, it’s a lot to take in, and having your whole world flipped on its head is a bit much.
It would still break her heart though.
“So… this is normal?” Harry broke his silence.
“Is what normal?”
“That I want to be around you all the time? That I think about you all the time? What I’m feeling is normal?”
Y/n’s face softens. He’s so cute, she thinks. She could just wrap him up in a little bow and keep him all to herself for the rest of time.
“Yes, baby. It’s normal! I’ve been feeling the same things as you ever since we first met!” Harry’s mind is a little clearer now, so he picks up on the new pet name. Baby. He likes it, he decides.
“You feel this way too?” He looks like a little puppy right now, Y/n could just cry. She nodded her head, scooting impossibly closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. It seemed now that he was even calmer than he had been before, even without her channeling. She stopped for a second to test his reaction and he was ok. He didn’t tense up, eyes didn’t well in tears, didn’t lose consciousness. So she moved her hands to cup his cheeks now, feeling him lean into her touch.
“You’ve been the only thing on my mind since before you even walked through the door that first day. You’re in my dreams every night, I see you every time I close my eyes, I’m completely taken with everything you do.” Y/n confesses, feeling a weight lift off her chest.
“I know it seems fast to you, as a mortal. Your kind usually takes this kind of thing slowly, really learns a person before you become vulnerable. Out of fear for being judged or whatever it might be, but I would never judge you. I want you to know it’s ok to let your guard down with me. Whatever you're comfortable with! I don’t want to overwhelm you in any way, and I know all of this is so so much to take in. I just want what’s best for you, my Love.”
It’s not lost on Harry that she adds my before Love. He feels his heart flutter.
“I’m taken with everything you do too. Absolutely everything.” He whispers, if he speaks too loudly the moment might be lost.
They stare into each other's eyes, feeling the energy in the room grow. Flames from the lit candles around the room grow tenfold, reflecting the rising energy. Harry has half a mind to break his gaze from the girl before him, seeing the tall flames before bringing his eyes back to hers. He sees her gaze drop to his lips repeatedly. He doesn’t think she even realizes that she’s leaning in to him, but he’s not going to stop her.
When she’s so close he can feel her breath fanning over his face, she pauses, looking back up to his eyes, silently asking for permission. With her hands still cupping his cheeks gently, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips delicately to his. Harry places his hands in two places: her waist and her neck. He pulls her in closer, pressing their lips together more firmly. A wildfire spreads from head to toe on both of them. It seems as though time has paused for this very moment, and again the earth shifts. A piece of the universe has just been restored, two halves of a soul reunited.
Harry’s fingertips send sparks flowing down her spine, she hums against his lips. The kiss is simple, just two people getting to know each other, learning the other's body, but it’s long. It’s not just one peck. Harry presses his lips against hers multiple times, slotting her bottom between both of his.
When Y/n pulls back to catch her breath, Harry chases after her, not ready to end this moment yet. She chuckles and grants him a few more kisses until she really is about to pass out because she needs to breathe. Pushing him gently, she breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against his, keeping her eyes closed.
She so badly wants to let the three words sitting on the tip of her tongue go, but doesn’t want to overwhelm him with too much all at once.
“Do you feel that?” He whispers, pulling her to sit astride his lap. She moves pliantly, letting him take control of the situation.
The air feels charged, thick, like it should be hard to breath but it flows, smooth as water, into their lungs.
Y/n’s head feels heavy, like she’s high on every drug there ever was, her mind fuzzy, unable to think outside of this moment. Outside of this little wrinkle in time where Harry is the only other thing that exists.
“Yeah,” She whispers back, reconnecting their lips, slotting them together over and over until their lips are puffy and red. Harry slides his hands around her waist, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, not even a slip of paper would fit.
Pulling away, Harry heaves in a deep breath, squeezing Y/n’s hips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…” He says, nudging his nose against hers. She smiles, letting his affections wash over her, warming her eternal soul.
“This doesn’t freak you out?”
“Oh, I’m so freaked out but I'm kind of just going with it, living in the ambiguity and all that shit.” He heaves a laugh through his nose, pressing kisses to her cheek and down her neck, smoothing his hands up and down her back.
This was the best possible outcome of the situation, if Y/n had to be honest. It could have gone so many ways. Harry being freaked out but rolling with it… she’ll take it.
“How about we make dinner and you can ask me any questions you have?” She suggested and he nodded.
So they did just that. But Y/n closed the shop early and they went back to her place. Hand in hand they walked the few blocks, side glaces of reassurance and little squeezes of the hand, letting the other know they were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, with Thea in her little travel backpack (that she was absolutely in love with surprisingly).
They came upon an unsuspecting alleyway. Harry thought they were just passing through as a shortcut but Y/n stopped walking in the middle of a blank brick wall and muttered a few words she didn’t understand while waving her hands. He started to realize maybe this wasn’t just a shortcut.
Before his eyes, a door appeared. His brows shot up in surprise (he’s gonna get worry lines on his forehead if he doesn’t stop doing that, he realizes). Y/n looked over her shoulder at him, trying to hide a smirk but the look on his face was too good.
“Pretty wicked huh?” Harry didn't say anything, just chuckled and nodded, following her when she opened the door and a set of stairs appeared. Walking up the dimly lit hallway, they come to another door with the cheeky The Witch Is In sign.
“Cute.” Harry smirks at her and she laughs, opening it and letting him walk through first.
“Make yourself at home! I’ve got records on the shelf over there, you can pick one if you want. I’m just gonna feed Thea and get her all settled and we can get to making dinner.” Y/n explained. Harry ventured off into her living room, seeing the shelf she was talking about and browsing through. There were many different artists from Fleetwood Mac to Taylor Swift to Weezer. He picks out Hozier's self-titled album and puts it on, the beginning of Take Me To Church crackling through the speakers.
“Good choice,” He hears from behind him and smiles, turning around to see the girl he was apparently destined to spend the rest of his life with standing before him.
“Jackie and Wilson has been stuck in my head the last few days so,” He said, sauntering over to her and snaking his arms around her waist.
Taking a look around, he sees many different trinkets and items similar to what was in the shop. A lot of jars filled with different things, candles of all different colors, crystals, a broom (he didn’t realize witches actually had brooms but ok), among other things that he didn’t know the purpose of.
“Wait… how are there windows in here? I didn’t see any outside.” He asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at her.
“Well, there aren’t any windows in the alley. But there’s also a glamour spell on this building so nobody can see my apartment. That’s why you can’t see the door until I do the little thing you saw me do.” She answered. A sheepish smile broke onto his face.
“Oh,” he said and she laughed from her chest, petting a few fallen curls back from his forehead. She could get used to this, she thinks as she stares into his eyes, green as the forest and wide with wonder at everything he’s discovered today.
Who knew the girl he was falling in love with would be a witch… with actual powers.
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“Wait so, if no one can see your front door… how do you get mail?” Harry asked, reaching around Y/n for the salt.
“At the shop,”
“Oh,” He says. She laughs, kissing his cheek and continuing on cutting up veggies for the salad they're making.
“Have you always been able to do magic or was it something you grew into?” Y/n thought back to when she was little, remembering how she struggled to harness her powers for a few years before she started getting the hang of things.
“I always had powers, but imagic isn’t something you just wake up and know how to do so it took a while for me to really settle into and control. Magic is a skill, same as reading and writing, so I had to be taught and I had to work on it. Does that make sense?” She pauses while she explains, looking into his eyes. Harry nods, but his light hearted curious expression turns into one of embarrassment and she doesn’t understand why.
A rosy red color surrounds him, telling her he was feeling… embarrassed? Why did he feel embarrassed?
“Baby? What’s going through your head?” She asks, wanting to help him feel better.
She doesn’t like when he’s feeling anything other than happy!
“I just… I feel like I’m asking you so many questions about all of this stuff and it’s just tough to wrap my head around I guess.” She puts the knife down and sets her hand on his wrist, stopping from what he’s doing. She places her other hand on his shoulder, coaxing him to face her.
“Harry, this is a lot to take in, yeah? It’s not something you can just find out and move on from. It’s gonna take time to process. You’re gonna feel a lot of emotions, and that’s ok! I would be worried if you weren’t feeling a little off, as much as I hate that you’re not feeling 100%.”
She places a series of gentle pecks on his lips, doing her best to soothe him in any way.
“Ask all the questions you want! You don’t have to worry about being judged or saying something wrong, you have a right to be curious.” She feels him relax in her hold which in turn makes her relax.
“Thank you for being patient with me,”
He’ll get used to this, he thinks. He’ll get used to the fact that real witches actually exist, he’ll start to understand the words she mutters when she waves her hands, he’ll get it eventually. But right now, he doesn’t really get it, he’s not really used to it. But she’s worth it. She’s worth more than everything.
“I think you’re the one thing I know how to be patient with,” Again, she wants to mutter those three words on the tip of her tongue, but he’s already been through so much today, she doesn’t want to overwhelm him any more than he already is. So she’ll wait, because one day (hopefully soon) he’ll be ready to hear them.
“Can you do a spell? I kind of want to see how they work…” Harry asks after a moment of them just enjoying the silence that only really comes when two people understand each other.
She chuckles and nods, telling him she will show him a few spells after dinner. He agrees and they go back to making their meal, dancing around each other and laughing just like they always did and it felt good. Felt like this would be ok. Y/n was still scared because he could still decide to leave, that this was too much for him. That she was too much for him.
But for right now, things were ok.
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“Amoris et lux sum ego ipse, et carorum beatum facere potest, per potentiam solem et lunam, ut superius, et inferius.”
(I am love and light, I bring happiness to myself and my loved ones, By the power of the sun and moon, as above, so below)
Harry doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything weirder in his life...and his college roommate freshman year was a conspiracy theorist.
As Y/n spoke the words, she stirred a brew of tea infused with different herbs clockwise. He watched from beside her as she did this, his hand placed on her thigh so that his energy could be used in the spell along with hers.
Before she said the spell, she told him to set an intention and he had no idea what that was so she did a little lesson after reassuring him that his question was valid. (He’s still feeling insecure about not understanding anything she was talking about.) She told him to “close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind. Think of something you want in life that isn’t material.”
His immediate thought was that he wanted to spread kindness and love in the world (Y/n did her best not to tear up at her Flame’s pure intentions) so she nodded, telling him to think about that and only that, and set her intentions to the same thing so the spell would work. Mixing lavender, rose petals, and chamomile in a large mug, she pours in hot water to steep the herbs and, as previously mentioned, stirs it clockwise (something about clockwise being for manifestation), , rubs her palms together and snaps her fingers, and snuffs out the candles she had lit.
When all is said and finished, Y/n pulls Harry into a sweet kiss, and then has him take a sip of the tea telling him be careful my Love, it’s still hot. He kisses her back, taking a sip of the tea (he’d never been one for lavender things but this was actually really good. He wonders if it has anything to do with the fact that Y/n made it).
“So we just drink this and then what?” He asks, handing her the mug.
“We sacrifice an animal,” She says, not skipping a beat and taking her sip. Harry chokes on his spit, gasping for a breath of air before the girl bursts into a fit of giggles.
“I’m just kidding, baby. That’s it. That’s the whole spell. You just have to honestly believe it for it to work.” She says and he heaves a sigh of relief.
“Don’t joke like that!” He whines, more giggles escaping from Y/n’s throat.
“I’m sorry bub, I won’t do that anymore.” She says, still fighting off laughs. They continue to sip the tea, Y/n telling Harry about different things she did during the day.
Harry looked upon her as if she hung the moon just for him, and was telling him all about how she did it. Without even realizing it, he started to feel warmer and like a buzz was coursing through his veins.
“I feel weird…”
“What do you mean you mean you feel weird?” She voiced, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead and then feeling his pulse. Both were normal.
“I feel warm and like I’m buzzing… Kind of like I’m high…” He explained and she nodded her head, a small sigh of relief escaping her.
“That’s the spell working baby. You’re ok!”
“Oh, ok. It just worried me a little,”
“You’re ok! I want you to tell me when something worries you or feels different or off.” She says, and places a hand on his thigh. Harry agrees and they continue with their conversation.
When they both took their last sips on the tea, they cuddled up on the couch, an incense stick and candle lit on the coffee table.
Y/n sat, manipulating the smoke and flame simultaneously while Harry watched with a wide eyed gaze. She had explained how this was something he would be able to learn if he wanted to, and that she had been practicing for years to be able to do both things at the same time.
“I started when I was… I want to say 5. It’s a simple skill that promotes concentration. You have to stay extremely focused to even manipulate one element at a time. It’s only been these last few years that I’ve been able to concentrate enough to do both.” She explained, taking a break. As much as she loved showing Harry all these different things, it took a lot of energy out of her and it had already been a dreadfully long day.
“How about we go to sleep and I’ll show you more tomorrow? I’m pooped!” Harry hums an agreement, lifting his head from her lap and letting her lead the way to her bedroom.
Light lavender walls adorned with shelves full of plants and different nicknacks, and a desk with more candles, herbs, and other eclectic items sat atop it.
“What is all of this?” He sifts through all the things on the desk, not touching as Y/n had explained to him at some point today, I know you don’t have any ill intent, but a lot of this stuff absorbs other people's energy which can mess up what I use it for, so look and don’t touch. If you want a closer look, I’ll pick it up. There are different colored stones of varied shapes and sizes and many candles. One in particular catches his eyes. A green one with a very tall flame with something carved into the side of it. “What’s up with this green candle?”
“This is my altar, and the green candle is the one I have lit for you. I’m assuming that because you’re here, it’s going a little crazy. Nothing to be afraid of! I’m actually going to put it out since you’re here with me.” She explained quickly, reaching towards the flame with her finger and snuffing it out.
“Wait, you had a candle lit for me?” His eyes rounded, a shy smile coming onto his lips. An identical smile graced her features as she turned to look at him.
“Yeah, I’ve had one lit for you since the day we met. I made a sigil and carved it into the side and keep it lit day and night as an extra layer of protection for you.” She explained. Harry felt his heart melt at this.
She couldn’t get any cuter, he thinks.
A candle lit for him… to keep him safe. That’s adorable.
He leans in and places a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing the little hairs away from her face.
Y/n led him further into her room where her ensuite bathroom was, giving him a tooth brush and letting him know he could shower if he wanted to. When he came back into the room after getting ready, Y/n laid out on the bed in a sports bra and shorts. He just wore his boxers.
Climbing into bed next to her, she cuddled up to him right away, his arm finding a home around her body and her head laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“Been dreaming about this moment my whole life,” Y/n mumbled, cheek smushed against his skin, making her look all cute and cuddly. Harry had to hold back a coo at the sentiment.
“Me too Moppet, me too,” He sighed, and they both drifted off into warm, fluffy, dream-like states, wrapped in the safety of each other's arms.
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Walking down the street at night isn’t the best idea for normal women, Y/n had learned over her 22 years of life. But Y/n is not a normal woman. She’s a witch.
And while most women carry their keys between their knuckles and have tasers or pepper spray or mace at the ready, Y/n didn’t really need that. This was one of the only instances where she would use her magic to harm anyone. Like she’d said before- only when she’s put in danger (or someone else around her is put in danger).
So when a prick who reeks of whiskey starts tailing her, she waits for him to take the first blow. Waits for him to get a little too close, so she can turn around and unleash her wrath on him. All the while making it seem like it’s not her doing. Like causing a brink to fall off the roof above her and hit him in the head. She wouldn’t actually do that but a witch could dream.
No, she’ll trip him up without turning around and if he still insists on gaining her attention, she’ll spin around quick, flick her wrist and send him into an unconscious daze and let him sleep off his inebriation on the lovely warmth of the concrete sidewalk.
That’s exactly what she does.
“Hey sweetheart, where you goin’?” He slurs, beginning his trek behind her. She’s unresponsive which leads him to believe she’s playing hard to get because his fragile little man ego can’t fathom that a woman would ignore his attention.
“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that!” He speeds up, already wobbling but this only serves to make him clumsier.
She does her thing, flicking her wrist in his direction (discreetly) so he trips, but this doesn’t stall him. He reaches out, effectively grabbing her arm. She whips around to face him, cheeks growing red hot with anger. Ripping her arm out of his grasp and twisting his arm around, she gets close to his face.
“Touch me again, I fucking dare you!” She snarls, doesn’t even realize her grip is burning into his flesh- her magic gets a little crazy when she’s mad. Releasing him (tossing his arm away from her in a rough manner), she flicks her wrist once again and mutters a quick “et obliviscere somnum*”, watching him fall to the ground, unconscious. She looked around to see if anyone was watching the scene go down but no one was sober enough to pay attention to some drunk bloke harassing a young woman.
*(forget and sleep)
She shakes off her frustration as she comes to a stop in front of an unfamiliar building. Where her Flame lives.
She had agreed to let him make her dinner at his house, so she packed an overnight back and made her way further into town. He had given her an address and while, yes she did use it, she also let their bond lead her to him. She just kind of knew where to go, it seemed. Harry had expressed that he felt something similar the first time he went into the shop, though he didn’t understand why he wanted to walk in- just felt like he had to.
Making her way up the stairs, she let’s Harry know she’s there, beginning to feel the familiar tingle rush down her spine. She hadn’t seen him for a week and a half since he's been busy with a project at work- a client wasn’t happy with all the work he and a coworker had done so they had to quickly re-do an entire proposal to meet the client's deadline. Needless to say- the little anti-anxiety jar she made him was coming in real handy lately. Y/n had also had him put citrine and amethyst points on his desk while he worked to help him focus and stay calm so he didn’t stress too badly.
She always had a little something to make his life easier, whether it be a stone, or a jar of different things (a spell jar, he’d learned), or whatever it may be- she always had something to help.
When she made it to his floor, he was standing there waiting for her with open arms. She ran to him, jumping into his arms and holding onto him tight.
“I missed you, my wild girl,” He muttered into her neck, spinning her around. Her face flushed without fail, her arms wrapping tighter around him.
“Missed you most,” She sighed, nuzzling into him.
“Don’t think that’s possible.”
She hummed in disagreement while he walked them inside, Y/n still wrapped around him like a koala bear. His house smelled of peach and mango. It’s sweet- just like him. The thought made her smile.
Giving him a big smacking kiss on the cheek, she pulls back to have a look at his face, seeing he’s smiling like an idiot. It warms her heart to see him smile, butterflies breaking out of their cocoons and fluttering about her tummy.
“What’re you smiling for?” She voices, giggling at him.
“M’ happy you’re here,” He sighed, “Don’t like not seeing you.”
“I don’t like not seeing you either,” She frowned, petting his wild curls back and placing little pecks all around his face.
His cheeks flushed at her affection.
Harry set Y/n down on the kitchen counter, standing in between her legs, hands resting on her hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers lightly, before slotting them together, fully indulging himself in his girl. She responds immediately, letting her hands rest around his neck.
She will never not be amazed by how soft his lips are. Kissing him feels like floating through clouds, like laying down in bed after a long day on your feet. Kissing him is like the first breath of warm summer air after the longest winter. Kissing him feels like coming home.
Y/n’s heartbeat picks up as the kiss becomes more needy, leaning into him further. Harry pulls her closer, his hands ghosting up the bare skin under her shirt and fiddling with the band of the bralette she’s wearing. A gasp escapes her lips when he pulled the fabric up, letting it snap back to her skin causing a smirk to grow on his face- struggling to keep up with her lips.
He kisses her breathless before pulling away, watching as her eyes flutter open and she heaves air into her lungs, her cheeks flushed and supple.
“Don’t want the food to burn,” He smirks again, hands falling away from her body, moving the pots and pans on the stove around to the counter so he could plate their dinner.
“Asshole,” He hears her mutter.
Harry could get used to this, having Y/n around. Being able to come home to her, make them dinner, make out in the kitchen, fall asleep together. He can’t believe he ever thought he loved anyone before she came along. There was just no way. Y/n came into his life and took over every aspect and now he couldn’t imagine a world without her in it. He hopes to the Stars he doesn’t have to.
Yeah, she’s got him praying to the stars now.
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angelguk · 3 years
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Omg pleaseee write the jock jk playboy bunny costume idea u had 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼😩😩💗💗
lemme do a quick little thing 4 u :)
featuring: oc and jk being dumb lovers, chayoung  (the female lead from vincenzo) as seed of doubt, anniversaries and a playboy bunny costume. somewhat mature towards the end but only because jk see's sexy gf and cannot help himself.
This is a stupid idea, so incredibly stupid that you're considering jumping out of the bathroom window right now. A four-storey jump may result in various injuries (or potentially death) but it would be a far more welcomed out come than leaving Jeongguk's bathroom in this stupid costume.
You don't know why you bothered to listen to Chayoung's drunken blabbering. The moment you'd mentioned your upcoming one-year anniversary she's launched into a spiel about how young love never lasts, or how the roots for future foreboding break-ups were planted during the first anniversary. Her words sowed a dangerous seed in your head, one that was nurtured by Jeongguk's sudden distance. You could tell he was stressed, weighed down by the daunting options before him. Coach wanted to push him to try for the national leagues, his parents wanted him to take a step back and focus on his degree, and Jeongguk, after one quiet evening at yours, had confessed he didn't know what he wanted at all. It hurt to see him like this, usually such a sure and confident soul suddenly staggering and lost. But what could you do apart from hold his hand as he walked forward and help him up when he fell? There was nothing else you could offer, you knew his parents and their concerns were sensible but those same concerns made Jeongguk wonder if they ever believed in him in the first place.
So maybe that's why you're doing this, in hopes of rekindling a spark you feel dying and taking Jeongguk's mind away from everything that burdened him – just for one night.
It's oddly quiet in his room. You'd scuttled right into the bathroom the moment you'd picked him up from practise, complaining that you needed to shower before you commenced your usual shared evenings. Jeongguk had just nodded, quiet and mulling, his eyes absent. It had made something twist in your gut. The whole entire day, from the moment you woke up to right now Jeongguk had not mentioned one thing about your anniversary – not even a text or a bouquet no matter how subtly you hinted. It hurt, but it was proof Chayoung was right. And perhaps the only think that could fix this ship before it sunk was her stupid, stupid idea.
You can only stare at yourself in brief swift glances, grimacing every time you catch the reflection of those white ears standing at attention on top of your head. The fluffy tail attached to the back of the costume was making your butt itch too. Even with those criticisms you knew deep down that you looked good... Surprisingly so. The body of the costume was black satin, shimmering under the luminescence of the bathroom lights. It fit perfect over each curve and roll, hugging your waist just right. Coupled with a pair of fishnets and the fact that your boobs looked exceptionally great today (perks of ovulating) you were a sight to behold.
So even if Chayoung is irritating as hell you had to give some props to her.
"Y/N?" The knock that follows it startles you, sending you lurching forward hard enough that your hip bangs against the counter-top.
"Y-yes?"
"Are you okay?" He sounds tired through the wood, weathered away despite his concerns.
"Hmm? Yes, I'm good–I'm good. Just give me a sec."
A pause, you hope you locked the door because normally Jeongguk would have barged in not bothering to knock.
"Okay. Hurry up though I'm hungry and I ordered food. It's here and if you don't come out I'll eat it all."
"Already? It's here?" God, how are you going to disrupt Jeongguk's chicken nights with a playboy bunny costume?
He makes a noncommittal noise. "Yep. So hurry, I'll really eat all of this if you don't come out soon."
The handle burns your palm when you finally grip it, tummy swimming like you've chugged a series of vodka shots. Jeongguk should like this, right? He calls you bunny all the time, even Chayoung had noticed it (hence the horrifying costume you were currently donning). So wouldn’t he like it? And it was a cute little anniversary surprise, at least you were doing something unlike Jeongguk.
You take in one deep last breath, heart pounding in your head, before you twist and handle and swing the door open, a forced sneaky smile slipping onto your lips.
It falls right off the moment your eyes land on Jeongguk's bedroom.
Either he's the fucking Flash or you've been camped in the bathroom for too long because somehow he's managed to turn his messy room into a perfect romantic dinner spot. He's got the lights turned on to a low rouge, lit candles scattered around the place (which is a fire hazard but the warmth blossoming in your heart is ignoring that), a couple cushions on the floor flanking a heart shaped picnic basket where you dinner presumably resides. And then you glance down, something bright bursting in your chest when you see the red petals lining your path from the bathroom right to the picnic set up.
His back is turned to you, his phone in hand which he abruptly presses on. A melody fills the room a moment later, the song low and familiar. You know that song, that's your song.
Jeon Jeongguk will be the death of you.
"Now if–fucking hell." Jeongguk turns before you can stop him, the grin on his lips evaporating when his gaze lands on you
Oh. Oh. You wilt in a second, floundering against the bathroom door frame in a attempt to hide you bare (and bunny costume covered) body.
The silence that follows is unbearable, sinking deep into your gut as guilt rises to the surface. Jeongguk planned all of this and all you did was wear a stupid sexy costume.
"I–" You start, but his brain must of started working at the same time as yours because he catches that sentence with his own statement.
"You–" It's coated with disbelief, and your tongue gets caught in your throat when he exhales heavily, head falling into his hand. You watch with a sore heart as his fingers comb through the loose chestnut curls, tugging and yanking at his scalp as if his brain was falling to pieces.
"Jeongguk," you finally murmur, meekly padding forward, the shame you feel eating you inside out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this. I'll change just give me a second."
His head snaps up when you say that, gaze sharp, almost terrifying as he surveys. "Why should you change?"
"W-what?"
"I said," he rises then, slowly moving forward as if not to startle you, his eyes never straying from your body. "Why should you change?"
"Because I look dumb," you return. "And I ruined your great anniversary surprise with my stupid one."
You only notice it then, how his jaw ticks, his head tilting to the side slow. Like he's holding himself back.
"You think you look dumb?" The question itself is innocent but the tone Jeongguk delivers it in is not. You can feel the words in your throat clumping together the longer he looks at you like that, his doe eyes different – dark and spilling with something that has you quivering, your eyes shifting away.
"Answer my question." A firm but gentle hand on your chin, guiding your gaze back to his.
"Yes." It's silent in his room, the low hum of the song bleeding into the thumping of your heart against your ribs.
"Why would my baby look dumb wearing a bunny costume? Huh? It's fitting actually, since you are my bunny."
"Yeah," you try and lighten it was a small laugh, noting the way Jeongguk is staring at your lips. "But this was dumb anniversary surprise. Yours is much better."
You see it click in his head then, like he wasn't hearing a single word you were saying before.
"You did this for me?" Jeongguk questions, eyes dipping to your chest.
"Obviously, who else would I do this for."
"No–I meant, this, this is for me? This was meant to be a surprise for me?"
"Yes," you repeat. "I'd do anything for you. Now let me take this silly thing off so we can have dinner first." You twist away then, but Jeongguk snatches you right back, your frame colliding with his solid chest, firm massive arms holding you in place. The squeak that erupts from your lips lands into tight air, a sudden tension thrumming in your veins. Jeongguk's hard against your ass, erection grazing the downy tail attached to the base of the costume. There's a palm placed steady around your neck, trapping you against his while his other hand idly explores, sparking little fires along your skin as it journeys from your chest down to your stomach before settling right between your thighs.
There's nothing in your head except how massive he feels behind you, wandering hand gentle but eager a certain roughness appearing when his lithe fingers press through the fabric, toying with your clothed clit. It's a promise for what's to come, judging by the quiet groan that melts into your skin from his throat as his hips buck into you.
"You don't know what you do to me do you?" It's whispered softly, mimicking the ginger kiss he places on your hollow of your throat.
If you could think sensible words you would speak but right now everything is loud and roaring and words feel to heavy for your tongue. So you hum instead, whimpering when his fingertips circle your clit.
You can feel the smile on his lips. Hear it in what he says next.
"I should show you then, shouldn't I?"
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the-slasher-files · 3 years
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Slashers React - S/O being a witch or wiccan
INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, BILLY & STU and LOST BOYS
btw I am a wiccan myself so I hope you enjoy the hcs :)
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JASON VOORHEES
Holy fucking shit, you guys are a POWER COUPLE, never in my life have a thought of a better couple
He may not understand at first but once you explain it to him he adores it. Abiding by the laws of nature is something he already does, so the fact that you do too and share a lot of the same opinions of nature, melts his heart
Clearing a little area in the forest making sure it is hidden away for your alter is a dream job for him
Nature walks all the time but it has more meaning now, knowing you’re a wiccan or witch
Herb, flower, mushroom or plant picking is something he will always do for you, leaving them at your alter
LOOK he found a cool rock or a weird piece of drift wood or animal skull, perfect for you :) 
Finds it very sexy when you are doing witchcraft, especially if it’s in the forest 
You would slow dance to the rain and light candles everywhere
Gardening would quickly turn into one of his favorite hobbies with you
Teaching him about the holidays you celebrate gives him reasons to spoil you on those days, he would bake with you, make potions with you, bring in your moon water in the early morning for you
Your crystals are his favorites, all the pretty colors and unique patterns, he might steal one and carry it around with him, rubbing it when he misses you
Anything you do to appreciate his land and the cabin you share makes his undead heart flutter
The absolute best partner for a witch or wiccan 
The crystal that suits him is an Amethyst - It is a grounding stone, bringing peace and calmness but is one of the best protection stones
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MICHAEL MYERS
Major head tilt, squints  
Once you explain it him he still doesn’t get it, and he doesn’t care
He will just examine your stuff, poking it and moving it around pissing you off
oh great, more holidays to celebrate
Secretly thinks it is kind of cool, but he will never tell you
Maybe thinks you’re a little crazy because he heard some other person in the mental hospital going on and on like you do 
If you tell him he is blessed and has gifts he will have a hard time accepting that, but he would think about it forever because there had to be an explanation for how he could never die
He will bring you home something from a cemetery probably because he still doesn’t get it 
He will just stare from the shadows of a candle lit room watching you do spell work 
When he's pissed beyond reason, never sage him, never place crystals on him, never get him to drink tea, you might die
He will find a crystal in his coverall pockets for protection and he will never give it back to you, it’s his now and he will cherish it 
The crystal that suits him is Black Obsidian - It is a pure black stone that has a mysterious aura, heavily used for protection, it is also a very powerful stone, good for healing and truth seeking
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BO SINCLAIR  
Again, another bad partner for this lol
You’re a what?? He has heard of witches before but never wiccans. Coming from Louisiana it has a very heavy history on witches and voodoo, good and bad. He honestly might be shitting his pants inside but keeps it cool, just please tell him you’re a good witch. His momma always told him to never ever mess with witches.
Thinks you’re crazy for believing in that stuff
If you feel the presence of his mom and dad, never bring it up to him, the only way you could do it is say “You’ve got some angels looking over you Bo” and leave it at that
You will make him learn to appreciate nature and taking him for walks is the best thing to do, it calms him and you can teach or tell him stories about what you believe in
He would tell Lester to grab some antlers or skulls for your “ummm idk what she does, she just needs them”
If you’re in some lingerie while doing witchy work, he will ease into it more
Bo would be the guy who yells about the sage smoke stinking up the house, while he is smoking a cigarette, b a s t a r d 
Jokes about his bad energy filling your alter will happen a lot
He honestly thinks its cool though, after a while, seeing a beautiful powerful soul doing something you love warms his heart
He’s going to try to understand but he will laugh and make fun
If there are people in town he’s going to hunt that night, he will have to deal with you placing some sort of protection rune, stone or necklace either in his pocket or around his neck, Bo won’t like it at first but showing you care so much for him melts his heart and he will protect it with his life 
His crystal is Smokey Quartz - It is used for strength and fortifies nerves, protection, a stone that represents Pride, but also brings calmness which we all know he needs!! The smokiness of it just reminds me of the colour of alcohol or his cigarette smoke   
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BILLY & STU       
Both genuinely curious and love it
They don’t really understand it but they are willing and ready to try
Taking you on nature walks probably wont be as relaxing as they promised; Stu will climb a weird tree and end up hurting himself, then you will find some neat looking mushrooms and they dare each other to eat it
Find it hot but are a little spooked 
Billy would hate the smell of sage but Stu doesn’t mind it all 
They find it sweet when you try to put protection stones in their pockets when they go to kill
Stu will bring you an average rock from the sidewalk and say hey this is neat, here you go 
They are defiantly into trying witchcraft with you
Stu will love your home made teas 
Billy will never make a big deal about what you do, he just thinks it is neat and willing to go get whatever you need for your work, and ngl he is more interested in dark magic 
They will defiantly interrupt you will you are meditating or doing spell work so always try to do it when they aren’t home
Will ask if you could do tarot readings on them and if you use a crystal ball 
The crystal for them is Jade - a good protection and supportive stone, seeks love, passion and nourishment. It is also good for dreams and astral projection    
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THE LOST BOYS
They are no strangers to the supernatural of course but they don’t know what a witch is beyond what they’ve seen in movies
I feel it would be very 50/50 on caring or not, this stuff isn’t even on their radars 
Dwayne, I think would handle it the best. (correct me if I am wrong) He is of Native American descent, so he has heard lots of stories about shamans and he is the most spiritual out of all the boys   
Once they see you doing spell work or setting up an alter they are much more interested 
If you are already turned, you are arguably one of the most powerful, David will not admit it but he knows it
Marco will 100% bring you random things he likes, not at all related to witchcraft but he thinks it could be, man doesn’t get it
David finds you extremely sexy, him and Dwayne will probably be the only ones that actually get it, and David loves the power
They pretty much just leave you to it 
A lot of moon and shadow work will be your main witchcraft with them
If you are cleansing the cave with sage Paul and Marco will make drug jokes and ask to smoke some  
ngl I think Paul might be the most scared of you, but he will never show it, He doesn’t understand it and thinks you going to spray him with holy water or make him have nightmares 
Dwayne will be the one to take you to the surrounding forests and go on some nature walks with you, collecting what you need
David - black tourmaline: a very powerful protection stone, pure black, great for purification and helping with anger. Star - rose quartz: the stone of love and purity, heals the heart, and dissolves worry and fear turning those feelings into love. Marco - Emerald: a crystal just as blue as his eyes. A stone of hope, encouragement and joy, turns negative energy into strength, love and compassion. Dwayne - fire agate: This stone has a very deep connection the earth radiating calm, stability and strength, also very good for power and protection. Paul - rutilated quartz: a crystal that seeks truth and authenticity, giving strength to the truest souls and uplifts and brings joy.       
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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years
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Fire Breather
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request by Anon: Request idea for Peter maximoff?? okay hear me out: Pyrokinetic/manipulates fire reader?? Just anything with that please I-
Warnings: Language, Angst maybe? As always let me know if I need to tag anything else
Word count: 8267
A/n: This took SO long omg it’s the longest oneshot I’ve ever written though. I’m not sure how I feel about it so hopefully you guys like it. Also if you think the title should be different let me know because I’m not really vibing with the one it has anymore!
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When your childhood best friend Peter got his power he was so excited. It was one of the rare moments that the two of you weren’t together since you were basically attached at the hip. You were fine with not having a power you never really cared if you got one or not. Peter used his own power enough for the two of you anyway. Sometimes you would even jokingly correct him when he would say something about ‘my power’ with a quick ‘our power Pete’.
You didn’t even realize you had it at first when it appeared. You’d think about lighting candles and after getting distracted and doing something else when you came back to find a lit candle you just figured you forgot you lit it. It really wasn’t until you went on a camping trip with a friend after Peter moved into the school that you realized you had it. Your friend, Kate, had been setting the fire pit up while you were on the phone with him.
“What do you mean you aren’t coming home this weekend?” You had made sure to hide the anger you had boiling up inside you as you spoke.
“Holy shit!” You almost turn around to look towards her immediately but Peter’s voice stalls you.
“Well Jean and Jubilee planned a party to celebrate the mission that just went really well. I’ll come see you if I have time next week.”
“You’re supposed to be at a different party though, in case you forgot.”
“Um, Y/n, are you doing this?” That’s when you turn around just in time to see the campfire grow bigger.
“Holy fuck!” You almost drop the phone in shock. “You know what Peter just forget about it. I have other things to worry about.” You had interrupted him asking you if everything was alright.
“So he’s not coming for your birthday?”
“No, he’s not.” The flames shoot up again as you spit the words out of your mouth. Your friend jumps back as the fire starts to get close to the pit's edge. You take a deep breath in and out to calm yourself down to see if that would help the flame. And when it does your eyes widen with the realization that you must have the power to manipulate fire.
“So, I didn’t know you had a power.”
“Me either.” When your phone rings and it’s Peter again you’re quick to decline it before anything can happen to get you riled up. “You think your aunt needs fire breathers at her renaissance festival?” Kate had just smiled at you before getting her phone out and making a call.
Peter had shown up at your house that weekend after he realized that he fucked up. He couldn’t believe that he forgot that it was your birthday weekend. He was planning on showing up and throwing himself at your feet for forgiveness. But when he showed up to the lack of noise coming from the house he starts to think that maybe he didn’t get it wrong because you wouldn’t cancel a whole party just because he wasn’t showing up. 
“Oh, Peter! We weren’t expecting you to show up.” Your parent speaks, shocked to see him standing at the door.
“Yeah well I wanted to come apologize and be here for the party.”
“But didn’t she tell you? It’s not happening anymore.”
“What? Well is Y/n here at least?”
“No, they came back early from their camping trip and Y/n started to pack while Kate said something about them going to work at a festival for the summer. And then Y/n told us that the party was canceled and they left. She didn’t tell you any of that?”
“No, last time we talked it didn’t end very well. I was hoping to make it up to her now. Do you know what festival they’re at?” 
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
Kate’s aunt was super nice, just like you remembered her. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the RV Kate’s parents let the two of you use she was in front of you going on about how much you’ve grown. She had basically helped raise you and Kate before she inherited the festival from her dad. The last time you saw her was years ago because she’s been so busy lately after deciding to move the festival to Florida when winter hits.
“How have you been Jamie? Has business been good?” You ask as the two of you part from a hug and she holds you at arms length.
“I’ve been good! Running the festival has been a little stressful here and there but it’s been alright. Enough about me though, how are you? Are you and that boy together yet or what?”
“I’m...good, yeah. And Peter and I aren’t together, in fact we just had a fight because he forgot about my birthday party that he promised to be at. But, that’s okay because it led to us discovering my power.” 
“I’m so sorry to hear about that dear. I really thought the two of you were endgame. But come on, let me introduce you to your partner for the act.”
“Is it really that good of an idea for me to work with someone? I mean I’m not even sure how well I’ll be able to control it.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that at all.” She starts to walk away before realizing you weren’t coming with her and looks back to see the confused look on your face. “Once you meet him you’ll get it.” She continues as she grabs your hand to pull her with you.
“Yeah, I’ll just stay here then and wait to greet my own aunt.” Kate shouts out at the two of you after coming out of the RV.
“Yes, hello Kate dear! We’ll be back in no time, don't worry!”
As Jamie pulls you through the back of the renaissance fair where all of the workers and performers park their rvs or pitch tents you can’t help but wonder what she had meant about not worrying about being able to control your power. You didn’t want to hurt anyone because the fire on stage got out of hand. You wouldn’t ever be able to forgive yourself if someone got hurt because of you. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t realize the two of you are stopped until Jamie speaks again and the door to the RV opens up.
“John this is Y/n Y/l/n, Y/n this is John Allerdyce. The two of you will be working together for the fire breathing act.”
“Hey there sweetheart,” he says as he shakes your hand after stepping down, “most people around here call me Pyro.”
“My friends call me Y/n/n and I guess that since we’ll be working together you can too.”
“John, Y/n controls fire too.”
“Oh really?” He lifts an eyebrow at you.
“Well not very well, I just discovered I could do it recently.” You smile shyly as you rub the back of your neck.
“Don’t worry you’ll be a pro in no time.” He flicks his zippo open and starts a fireball in his hand while you watch in amazement. “But first let’s get you a stage name.”
It’s been a month and a half and all Peter has done is mope around in his room about how you haven’t answered any of his calls or texts. Sometimes his friends will drag him out to do things with him in hopes of cheering him up but it never stops him from constantly checking his phone. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to stand it. Jubilee decides enough is enough after he has a breakdown one night about being worried that you’re dead and goes to get the Professor's help, something Peter hasn’t even thought of.
“Alright time to stop being a moping sack of shit.” Jubilee pulls him out of bed and towards the door. “We’re going out.”
“Jubes, I don’t feel like going out right now. Go to the mall with someone else.”
“You never feel like going out anymore, besides we’re not going to the mall. We decided it would be nice to go to this festival together as a family.”
“So you better be coming with us Speedy Gonzales.” Scott says to him as Jubilee pulls him towards the car. Peter just sighs and mutters out a ‘fine’ while letting them shove him in the back of the car sandwiched between Jubilee and Kurt. As he starts to pull out his phone to send another text it’s pulled out of his hands and he looks up in time to see Jean grab it from the air next to her.
“No phones, they’re a distraction. Besides, there's not going to be service there anyway.”
“But what if Y/n responds!” Peter whines like a kid who just got his toy taken away from him.
“I’ll give it back to you if you get a message from her or she calls. But other than that it stays up here.”
“Why am I the only one who had to give their phone to you?”
“Because you’re the only one who would mope around and be on it.” Scott looks at him in the rearview mirror as he answers him.
“I bet this festival won’t even be fun, the last one we went to didn’t even have good food.”
“Oh come on Peter, this is a renaissance festival it’s gonna be great!”
He continues to grumble the whole ride asking Jean over and over again if he got any messages. When he’d get a shake of the head or a sigh followed by a ‘no Peter’ he’d just slouch farther down in his seat. Jean and Jubilee shared many knowing looks with each other and after a particularly long one Jubilee started up a conversation with Kurt about this new video game that she knew Peter was excited about. That worked like a charm because in no time Peter was sitting up in his seat moving his hands as he spoke enthusiastically for the first time in a few weeks. By the time they had even arrived at the ren fair he was even a little excited for it.
You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been here but it’s been a lot of fun. John was a great teacher and you had the hang of controlling fire in no time. Sometimes you like to tease him about how you can make your own fire and he can’t but that’s one of the reasons the two of you work so well on stage together. And as much as John jokes about how he misses working alone when you start to annoy him, he’s really glad he doesn’t have to put the fuel in his mouth anymore whether it was paraffin oil or alcohol, he always hated the taste. Now the two of you use water to keep up the illusion that you aren’t controlling the flames. 
You and John have become great friends after spending almost every waking moment together. You even bunk with him in his RV when Kate decides to go home to visit her parents or when she doesn’t feel like traveling out to where the fair will be. In this case it’s that she didn’t want to travel to New York with the festival. You can’t help but wonder how her and your families are doing as John rolls out of bed. 
“No, come back you’re warm.” You whine as he pulls a shirt over his head. You’d think that since you control fire you would be warm all the time but you’re still as cold as you always have been. You blame poor circulation for that one. 
“As much as I would love to doze off in bed with you some more, it’s opening day and there’s a lot to do.” He throws on some basketball shorts before kneeling next to the bed. “So come on now sweetheart we gotta eat and get ready before it opens up.”
“Just give me five more minutes.” You bundle down into the comforter and close your eyes again. Just for it to be ripped off of you with a sigh coming from John and a surprised squeak from you. “You’re so mean to me!” You groan out as you crawl out of the nest you made to get ready for the day. 
Breakfast consists of a bowl of cereal and the last of John's milk which he complains about you using the rest of. Naturally you come back at him telling him that he should’ve had more milk anyways since it was almost gone. He then took forever to figure out what to eat before you just shoved your half eaten bowl in front of him and told him you’d make pancakes if he shut up and finished your cereal. It took the two of you no time to finish eating after that and quickly changed into your matching red and orange outfits for your act. By then it’s time for one of Jamie's frequent pep talks to hype everyone up for the day before she sends the king and queen off to the faux castle entrance. 
“Oh, oh! I can do a handstand!” You exclaim to the kid in front of you who was just bragging about being able to do one himself before turning to look at John. “Pyro grab my feet when they come up.” He chuckles as you lean down in front of him onto your hands before trying to kick your feet up to him. He’s quick to grab them before they can fall back down after making it half of the way up and he holds them up. 
“I bet you can’t do it by yourself.” The kid upside down in your vision says through his giggles.
“Can too.” You stick your tongue out at him.
“Ah so I can let go of your feet then.” John says as he loosens his grip on your ankles.
“Hey, who’s side are you on?” The kids mom then calls his name and he starts to run off. “Be sure to catch one of our shows today it’ll be as the kids say fire!” You laugh at your own joke and you can practically feel John roll his eyes at you.
“It’s a good thing we’re not an acrobatic act because you really can’t even do a cartwheel let alone a handstand.” You’re about to say something witty back at him when he calls out to someone passing by. “Oh fair maiden you must be lost, you see the way to our show is in the other direction.”
“I’m just catching up with my friends. Maybe we’ll see the show after we all meet up again.” As John turns to her it causes you to stagger while your hands try to keep up with the rest of you causing you to shout out a quick ‘hey’. When you see the redhead in front of you you can’t help but feel like you’ve seen her before you shake off the feeling and get back into character.
“Well then you better hurry! The show starts in just twenty minutes and all of the good seats will be taken. Unless of course you want to sit in the back and miss the heat.”
“And she’s not just talking about the fire!” John smirks at the girl and she just gives a little okay before her attention gets drawn somewhere else and she starts to walk away. “It’s because we’re so hot!”
“You’re such a loser!” You laugh at your partner before he gives your feet a small push from his hands sending you tumbling to the ground. “Now that was completely uncalled for. Wanna go get a snack before the show?”
“It’s a fire breathing show, now come on.” Jean says as she starts to pull Scott in the direction of the show. He had just been asking where she was dragging them to now. “There’s two of them this year instead of just one.” She shares a look with Jubilee causing the other girl to gasp.
“No way! Come on Peter, we gotta get good seats!” 
“What, hey Jubes don’t pull at my arm! I’ll speed us there if Jean gives me my phone.”
“Nice try Peter.”
“But come on. You could give it to me and I could go help Kurt with getting the jerky and then you can just tell me where the show is.”
“Kurts meeting us there, don't worry.” Jean taps her temple to show that she reached out and messaged him with her mind. Peter just groans and lets them continue to pull him away. 
He’s been having a great time at the fair with his friends but in the back of his mind he’s still worrying about why you haven’t been messaging him back. He didn’t think that you would be so upset with him that you’d just cut him out of your life. Hell you had just left home entirely and he hoped that it wasn’t because of him. He’s snapped out of his own headspace when he gets shoved onto a bench and sandwiched between Scott and Jubilee.
“Jeez you guys couldn’t find a spot with less room huh?”
“Shut up Peter it’s gonna be an even tighter fit when Kurt gets here. Just enjoy whatever room you have for now.”
“At least I’ll have a snack to distract me from your annoying ass Scott.”
“And the show, you’re really gonna love it Pete.” Jubilee says as she moves closer to him and Kurt sits next to her.
“Jerky?” Kurt smiles as he reaches across Jubilee to hand it out just in time for the show to start.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls please do not attempt to do any of this at home. We are trained professionals so only we’re allowed to.” A familiar female voice says over the speakers and causes Peter’s head to shoot up. “Now please sit back and enjoy the show!” And when the two performers step onto stage it takes everything in Peter to stay seated instead of running up on stage and pulling you into his arms because even though you look different in your ridiculous outfit and dyed red hair it’s you and you’re okay and Peter could talk to you and calm any and every worrying bone in his body.
“Hey there everyone, I’m Pyro!”
“And I’m Pele!”
“And together we’re P squared!” The two of you say together and pull on ropes to make your banner fall behind you. Peter stops paying much attention after that, his thoughts racing through his head. He only stops thinking when fire erupts from in front of your mouth or when you stick one of the torches onto your tongue or in your mouth, or basically whenever the fire comes into contact with your skin. He’s at the edge of his seat by the time the two of you take a bow on stage.
“Now before you all run off to enjoy the rest of your day here at the fair, here's a friendly reminder that we do accept tips. Fuel is expensive after all. Pyro will be standing out at the exit with a basket and I’ll be situated right here on the stage.”
“Now remember you do get stuff back from tipping.” Pyro swings his arm around your shoulder and Peter clenches his jaw and his fists up in jealousy. Who is this guy to act all buddy buddy with his best friend. “Five dollars will get you a fist bump.”
“Ten dollars will get you a mini trick.”
“For fifteen dollars you get to tuck it into our clothes like we’re common whores.”
“And for twenty dollars you’ll get a kiss. That’s right ladies for just twenty dollars you can smooch my partner here!”
“Woah woah Pele that wasn’t part of the deal!”
“Oh come on Pyro, don’t even think of it as whoring yourself out think of it more as like a kissing booth.”
“Fine, but you hear that fellas twenty dollars will also get you a kiss from this lovely lady here.” He grabs a basket and starts to walk down the aisle between the benches as he speaks before making it to his spot at the exit.
“And that concludes our show. Have a good rest of your day here at the fair! Feel free to come visit us again during another show if you’d like.”
As the people around Peter get up to leave he’s stuck there like he’s glued to the bench while his friends watch him. He rubs a hand over his face while he watches you smile at a kid and fist bump him. Your smile is so big and he can’t help but remember when you would smile at him like that. 
If he walked up to you now would you still smile up at him, would there still be a twinkle in your eye when you did it? Or would you frown at seeing him again. If you saw him walking towards you would you get up and run into his arms like you would do even when you saw each other everyday and he would spin you around in a bear hug that he never gave to anyone else? Or would you stay in your spot sitting on the edge of the stage and ignore his presence completely. Or maybe you would get up and make an excuse to walk away from him. If he went up and talked to you, would you sit there and catch up with him? If he told you how much he missed you would you tell him you missed him too? Would you laugh at him when he told you how worried he was or would you just reassure him that everything is fine? If he finally told you how he feels about you, would you tell him that you feel the same or would you tell him he was just a friend? Or maybe you’d tell him that that Pyro guy is your boyfriend. Just the thought of that makes him want to throw up.
“Hey Peter.” Jubilee places a hand on his bobbing knee and draws his attention back to his friends. “You good?”
“Yeah, yeah just uh, maybe a little nervous.” He runs a hand through his hair. 
“Just go talk to her Peter stop worrying so much okay? Trust me when I tell you that she won’t do all the things you’re thinking about right now.” Jean places a hand on his shoulder and her words are enough to give him the courage to get up and walk over to you.
You’re kissing a sweet little kid on the cheek after he got twenty dollars from his mom to tip you when you spot silver hair out of the corner of your peripheral vision. The thought that maybe it’s Peter goes through your head before you get distracted by the kid in front of you saying a quick thank you, a blush covering his face before he rushes over to his mom. He waves at you as they walk away and you wave back a big smile stretching across your face.
“Hey there Y/n/n.” The voice sounds so much like home that you know who it is before you even turn your attention to him.
“Peter?” You’re suddenly breathless as you look at the man standing in front of you. He looks tired and nervous and you hate that he’s nervous talking to you now.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He rubs his neck and looks away from you. “It was a great performance by the way.” You can’t stop yourself from jumping up and flinging your arms around his neck. He’s quick to wrap his own arms around you in your favorite bear hug minus the spin.
“Hey there Petey.” You whisper in his ear feeling him smile into your shoulder at the use of his nickname. “What are you doing here?” You pull back and beam at him while glancing over his shoulder to see the rest of the stragglers leave.
“Admittedly I was dragged here by the group,” he motions over his shoulder with his thumb to his group of friends who are still standing around the benches, “I wanted to stay in bed all day. None of that matters though, what are you doing here?”
“Um, what does it look like? I'm working.”
“Well yeah but what made you decide to just up and join a fair? And why’d you decide to cancel your party to do this?”
“How do you know about the party?” 
“I showed up at your house ready to throw myself at your mercy for forgetting about it and when I got there I was greeted at the door with the news that you had joined some fair for the summer.”
“Oh, no one told me that part though admittedly I haven’t been the best with keeping in touch with anyone.”
“Yeah no kidding I’ve been texting and calling you nonstop.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been worried sick that you hated me or that something happened to you. And I’m glad you’re here and safe but it sucks knowing that you’ve just kinda been ignoring me.” Your stomach drops at hearing the slight anger in his voice as he finishes up speaking. Peter doesn’t normally get that upset about things, he's a pretty easy going guy, so seeing him get all worked up over this stupid misunderstanding of why you haven’t been responding to him turns your stomach.
“Listen it’s not like that Peter. I just don’t keep my phone on me while I’m working the fair and then afterwards I’m normally too busy after the work day with training and hanging out with Kate or John that I don’t even touch my phone.” You can feel heat creep up your neck as you think of how exactly you and John hang out sometimes. “And most times I don’t even have service when I am on it. Even now I’m pretty sure it’s dead somewhere in John’s RV.”
“Who the fuck is John?” It comes out as a whisper and Peter doesn’t even realize he says it out loud at first.
“Hey there Pele, this guy bothering you?” Peter watches as that Pyro guy swings an arm over your shoulders and brings you in close to him. And how you just beam up at him and shake your head.
“This is Peter. Peter, this is my friend John.”
“Hey man it’s good to finally meet you, Y/n’s told me a lot about you.” John holds his hand out and Peter hesitates to take it, his gaze still on the arm slung around your shoulder. He hates how much his heart clenches as he watches you lean your head on his shoulder. All he wants to do is run away from the situation but then he wouldn’t be able to catch up with you so he forces a smile on his face and gives his hand a firm shake.
“That’s cool, I haven’t heard anything about you.” There’s a period of silence with Peter and John staring at each other. “So Twinkee how have you been?” The smile that graces your face when hearing his old nickname reaches your eyes and the twinkle that he loves so much is back in your eye. “I like what you did to your hair. And what’s with the name Pele?” He pulls you closer to him and tucks some of it behind your ear.
“Really? I felt I needed a change in life and figured it would match the whole fire thing. And Pele it’s my stage name. She's the Hawaiian goddess of fire so we thought it fit.”
“What’s up with that by the way?”
“Oh! Right, you don’t know, watch this!” You glance around before forming a flame in your hand causing Peter’s jaw to drop and his eyes go wide.
“You have a power!” He pulls you against him and spins you around. “That’s amazing! When did you get it? It’s pretty fucking rad! So is this why you uprooted your life and did this? I thought it was to hide away from me because of our fight. And now you can come back with me to Xaviers and you can learn more about it. And then when you have enough control of it maybe you could join the X-men. And then we’d be back to seeing each other everyday.”
“Woah woah, Peter hold on.” You cut off his rambling. “I’m not gonna go off with you to your school.”
“But don’t you want to learn how to control it?”
“I know how to control it Petey. I mean you learned the speed thing yourself, it’s like that except I had a great teacher.” You move back to stand next to John and take his hand while Peter’s heart breaks just a little bit as you move away from him. “John taught me how to control it and then we figured out the whole making my own fire thing together because he can’t create his own.”
“Well if you like John so much why don’t you marry him!” Peter exclaims in a childish way before he’s gone in a blink of an eye leaving a gust of wind in his wake. 
“So sorry about him.” The girl in colorful clothing rushes up to you just as you share a confused look with John. She shoves her hand in your direction. “Hi I’m Jubilee, one of Peter’s friends from the school, he talks about you all the time.”
“Is he alright?” It’s John that asks the question while you’re stuck standing in a stunned silence at how Peter ran off.
“Oh I’m sure he’ll be fine. We’ll find him and talk some sense into him.”
“We should probably get back to work. We have to count up the tips and then walk around entertaining guests.” You shake your head to focus again before you speak and see Jubilee's face drop a little at your words. “It was really nice to meet you. If you guys want to stick around till the fair closes you can come to the RV. Then I can’t meet the rest of you and if Peter’s up to it we can talk some more.” Her face brightens back up and she nods her head enthusiastically.
“That sounds great!”
They find Peter sitting near the entrance of the fair, his hand in his hands and his knee bouncing at an ungodly pace. He’s stuck in his head and that’s clear to anyone who looks at him. He can’t stop thinking about how stupid he is for doing that, or that he’s just ruined whatever chance he had to talk to you again. He wishes that he didn’t let his jealousy get the best of him and cause him to lash out and instead tell you how proud he is that you figured it out on your own and maybe joked with John about how stubborn you are when someone tries to tell you to do something. Really he just wishes he did anything but run away, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He shoves his palms into his eyes as he feels tears welling up in them. He’s so in his head that he doesn’t notice his friends walk up to him and when Jean sits next to him and places a hand on his shoulder he jolts up.
“Oh, Peter.” She’s quick to pull him into a hug knowing what’s going on in his head. “It’s going to be okay.”
“No it’s not. I blew my chance to talk to her, to tell her how much I care.” He sniffles a bit and holds onto Jean.
“No you didn’t.” Kurt speaks as he sits on the other side of Peter and places a hand on his shouldering offering some sort of support. “If we stick around she’s invited us to the RV after the fair ends, isn’t that right Jubilee?”
“Yeah, she seemed pretty shell shocked after you just dipped and even brought up your name specifically when inviting us.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she seems to really wanna talk to you again so you didn’t really blow anything.”
“Yeah so cheer up bud.” Scott says trying to be comforting. “Now let's go get some of those fruit ices before we wander aimlessly around to wait for closing.”
You and John collect the group at the entrance of the fair when people start filing out to leave. On the way to the RV you walk next to Peter in silence while John talks enthusiastically with Jubilee and Kurt about life as a performer. Your hands brush against each other and you're quick to entwine your pinky with his. You smile up at him glad to see that his mood seems better than it was when he dashed off earlier and the smile he gives you back causes your heart to skip a beat. You forgot that it did that when your friend smiled or looked at you a certain way. And suddenly all of the feelings that you almost forgot you had for him come flooding back in. You feel the heat that rushes to your face and look down at the ground again. You had been so busy with working and becoming friends with John and figuring out your power that you hadn’t even realized how much you missed him. But now that it’s all hitting you now all you want to do is fling your arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder about how he’s here next to you.
As you all enter the campsite for the workers that travel with the fair you let go of Peter’s pinky and move up to talk to John. You just want to tell him that you want to talk to Peter privately first, Peter doesn’t know that though and the minute he realizes you’re letting him go to go talk to your new boyfriend his mood sours. He can’t help but to feel like a guilty shit as he watches you laugh at something he said. He should just be happy that you’re happy but he can’t help but hate it. Why can’t you be happy with him? Soon though his heart picks up again as you head back to him a big smile on your face and start to pull him away from the group.
“Where are we going?”
“Shortcut to the RV, John’s taking the rest of the group the long way so we have more time to catch up alone.” The two of you arrive at the RV in just a couple of minutes and you open the door to let him in first.
When Peter steps inside it’s clear to him that it’s a shared space. There’s still empty cereal bowls at the dinette across from each other and he spots your favorite cereal on the small counter. And as he steps more inside he can see clothes scattered around the floor of the bedroom in the back and his heart drops when he realizes that there’s only one bed. But maybe the couch behind the booth of the dinette pulls into a bed because that makes sense with your clothes on the floor of the bedroom right?
“Sorry, I know the place is a little bit of a mess.” You squeeze past Peter and grab the bowls before moving to put them in the sink and put the cereal back in a cupboard. “We woke up a little late today so we didn’t focus on cleaning up before working.” You speak as you move to shut the bedroom door to hide the remnants of what looks like a clothes tornado. “I mean we also didn’t expect company either.” You laugh a little nervously before looking back at Peter.
“You live here?”
“Well yeah only when Kate doesn’t work the fairs. But I guess even then sometimes I stay here.”
“With him?”
“Well yeah it’s his rv. He won’t even let me drive it.” You scoff as you sit in the passenger's seat and spin it around to face the interior of the vehicle.
“There’s one bed!” You watch as he runs a hand through his hair and you can tell he’s pulling on it like he does when he’s getting worked up and in no time you're standing in front of him and taking his hands in your own.
“Yeah there’s only one bed. Why? What’s wrong with that?” He only groans before he pulls you into a kiss. You’re shocked of course, this was the last thing you expected him to do. Especially since you’ve never seen any signs of him liking you like this. Just as you relax and start to kiss him back the door opens.
“Woah, are we interrupting something?” John's voice pulls the two of you apart and you’re sure you look like a deer caught in headlights. Your eyes are wide and you aren’t sure how to answer the question, are they interrupting or was it an impulse move on Peter’s part? You glance over at him hoping he’ll answer and he just grounds out a yes through clenched teeth.
“John, why don’t you introduce the others to Jamie and then by the time you come back we’ll all be able to hang out or whatever.”
“Yeah, alright Y/N don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks at you as he shuts the door behind him.
“What was that?” You ask Peter turning to face him.
“Are you with him?” He throws a question back at you instead of answering and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s lost in his head rather than right there with you. It’s something that happens when all of the thoughts in his head start going too fast and he can’t keep up, it’s the only time he can’t keep up.
“What? No!” His question throws you off guard. “I mean we fool around every so often but that’s more to scratch an itch than anything else. I mean I’m not gonna lie to you that there isn’t some sort of attraction to him though, because there is but I don’t think I could ever like actually date him, he’s a little too full of himself sometimes.” Peter breaks off your ramblings by pulling you into a bone crushing hug that you’re quick to return.
“So you can come back to the school with me then.” He murmurs and sighs into your hair and as his words register in your head you pull away.
“Peter, no I told you before I’m not gonna go with you.”
“But why? There’s nothing keeping you here.”
“Nothing keeping me here? Peter, are you hearing yourself? I have friends and it may be an odd little family here but it’s mine and not to mention uh you know my job.”
“You can make new friends at the school and with a little training you could probably be an X-man.”
“I don’t want new friends and I don’t want to be a fucking X-man! I make good money here, have a look for yourself.” You dump out the bag with your portion of the tips for the day onto the dinette table. He opens his mouth and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s about to object to you staying again. “Peter I don’t get why you aren’t fucking listening to me! It’s like my words are just going in one ear and out the other. Why aren’t you listening to me?”
“Because I love you Y/n! The past month has been shit without any contact from you and now you’re here and with a power and a reason to come home with me and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You wish so much that you were able to only hear the I love you part instead of him still trying to get you to go with him.
“This is my home now Peter. If you really loved me you’d see how happy I am here and stop trying to pressure me to leave.” You pause to think about how you want to word the next part and speak before Peter can open his mouth again. “I love you too, I have for what feels like forever but not once did I tell you that joining the school wasn’t right or try to get you to come back. I just tried to move on with my life, you were my home Peter and then you left and I spent so long trying to rediscover what it was like to feel like home again until I joined the fair.”
“The school is my home but it’s never felt as much like home as being around you does. Y/n, you’ve been my home for as long as I can remember and I didn’t realize how much I missed it until going so long without any contact and then bumping into you today.” He lets out a sigh. “I don’t ever want to lose that feeling ever again.”
“Then stay here, with me.”
“What?”
“You’re so quick to insist that I go with you but why not just stay here and travel around with me. Because I’m definitely not leaving.”
“Y/n, I can’t just-”
“You can’t what? Leave your new home at the school? Leave your friends there? Leave your job as an X-Man? Are these not all the things you’re asking me to do?” Your voice raises with anger. “You can either stay here with me or you can go back to the school without me and obviously we’ll still talk and I’ll even try to do better at responding, I’ll make sure my phone is always charged and even have John remind me to check it, but if you go back to the school you have to try to move on from me or at least let me move on from you. I don’t think what I’m saying is unfair especially after you all but demanded I leave with you, we’re both happy with where we call home and honestly it’s awful that we’re both asking the other to leave it. The best situation is we both stay where we’re happy, and I love you Petey, I do, but I won’t be happy at the school.” Your voice lowers to being just above a whisper by the time you finish speaking and it’s silent until John knocks on the door and jokingly asks if it’s alright to come in now while cracking it open. Peter storms outside with a huff and you collapse into one of the booths, burying your head in your arms. John rushes to your side while Peter’s friends watch as he sits down at the picnic table clearly upset before sharing a look with each other.
“Hey Peter, you okay?” Kurt asks as they sit around him. Peter just groans in response while shoving his face in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” Jubilee places a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
“She’s not coming with us. I told her I loved her and she still isn’t coming with us. She said I could stay here with her and travel with the fair but she’s not going to the school. She said she wouldn’t be happy there. It was selfish of me to even fucking decide that was the best option in the first place.” Peter looks up at his friends feeling completely hopeless.
“What if you don’t stay here?”
“She said she would try to get better at responding to me but that if I don’t stay with her I need to try to move on and let her move on.” Just the thought of not ever being with you makes Peter’s heart hurt and his gut wrench especially when he thinks about how much closer you and John will get.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to move on from her, I’m not sure I can and it hurts to think about her with anyone else. But I can’t just leave everything at the school and you guys behind to become a carny can I?”
“I think you’re being stupid.” Scott who’s been silent the whole time speaks up drawing everyone's attention to him. “I’m assuming she loves you too if she’s asking you to stay here with her right?” Peter just nods his head not sure where Scott is going with this. “Then you should stay here, I don’t get why that’s even a debate in your head. You’ve been crazy about this girl for at least as long as we’ve known you Peter, it would be stupid to do anything other than stay with her if she really feels the same. Staying doesn’t even mean you have to quit the team, you’re fast enough that while she’s working you could run back here and train or get here to go on a mission when we need you. If you stayed you’d have your girl and your job. What more could a guy ask for?” Peter’s almost shocked into silence by Scott’s words, almost.
“Wow, I think that might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said Laserbeams.” Peter beams at his friends no longer feeling broken about the situation before he dashes off to pack and talk to the professor about it.
Peter’s friends are all super nice. Jean and Scott stuck to themselves more but that’s okay because Kurt and Jubilee jumped right into asking you questions about what it’s like working at the ren fair. When you had asked where Peter was they just shrugged and said that he ran off after they spoke to him. You start to feel heartbroken that Peter isn’t going to be there to say goodbye as his friends start to get ready to leave. You didn’t think he would stay with you but you also didn’t think that he would run off and keep his distance already either. You wanted just one more hug before the two of you went your separate ways. So you’re pleasantly surprised when you spot him as you’re walking his friends to their car leaning on the yellow vehicle. It takes everything in you not to run straight over to him and engulf him in a hug. Instead you just look back at Jubilee and listen to the bubbly girl tell you a story about one of Peter's pranks that went wrong. 
“Hey guys!” Peter says as you all approach him before grabbing a bag from the car. “Bye guys!” He waves and moves to stand next to you and you freeze. 
“Bye Peter, I’ll be sure to keep you up to date with missions and whatnot.” Jean pulls him into a short hug before she turns to you for a quick goodbye and a handshake. 
“I’m gonna miss all your pranks so much Peter!” Jubilee pulls him into a big hug before doing the same to you. “Y/n just let Kurt and I know if you guys need any help with the fair, I’m sure Peter wouldn’t mind speeding us to wherever you’re all set up. Maybe next time it’s here we’ll work it!”
“I can’t say I’ll miss your pranks.” Scott says as he steps closer to the two of you. “I’m glad for once in your life you’re not being stupid though.” They do one of those bro hugs and Peter laughs at his words. 
“Don’t worry laserbeams I’ll be back to pull pranks all the time.” 
“You’re staying?” As they all get in the car you turn your attention to the man next to you just to find him already beaming at you. 
“Hell yeah I am. I mean I won’t be picking up any of your slack here. I'm keeping my spot as an X-Man but I’ll be here with you when I’m not training or on missions.” Your smile takes over your face and you leap into his arms for a hug. You feel so happy that you could burst. If it weren’t for the duffel bag that’s now at his feet and the way he was holding you like he’s never going to let go you would question if he was just messing with you.
“I hope you have some sort of money saved.” You pull back just enough to look at him.
“Why?” He looks at you with a confused scrunched up face.
“Because we’ll need to get some sort of RV or car, I make bank but not enough to get one on my own.” You grab the duffel and start to walk back to the campground and looking over your shoulder you add, “Unless you wanna bunk with John the whole time, I’m sure the three of us can fit in the bed.” Peter’s in front of you in no time at all blocking your path.
“Fuck no, we’ll start looking for something asap.” You laugh and reach up to give him a peck before leading the way again and taking his hand in yours.
For the first time in a long time you feel completely at home.
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