#this game was trying to snatch our coins!

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Let’s get married. On the way to Tartosa, the countdown clock sped up again. 😑😐 The new deadline was right around 9 am! Malik and Genesis got ready on the ferry hoping someone at City Hall would take pity on them, and possibly open early. No go. Malik was certain everything was ruined, but Gen remembered something she found on her recent dive into wedding planning. Let’s hope this works…

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WAIT CAN YOU DO A KIM POSSIBLE INSPIRED FIC WITH BILL AND LIKE YOU KNOW HOW PRINCESS GET CAPTURED BY THE VILLAIN WELL I WAS THINKING THAT THE READER GETS CAPTURED BY A VILLAIN AND BASICALLY BILL SAVES HER?

(this is my first time asking for a request from anybody LMAOO)

LMAO YES THIS SOUNDS SO FUN!!

Mario and Princess Peach

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Bill have been transported into a video game, specifically Super Mario, Y/N is turned into Princess Peach and Bill into Mario, Bowser kidnaps her and Mario has to save her. Only to find out.... A/N: i love this sm, this isn't from the actual game btw I don't even know how the game goes all I know is bowser kidnaps peach

Me and Bill were playing super mario on the tv, clicking at our consoles trying to save Princess Peach from Bowser. Then suddenly I felt a strong wind coming from the TV, I looked over at Bill and saw him being sucked into the TV, I gasped as I began to be dragged into the TV too.

We woke up, rubbing our heads and looking around. I yelped as I saw Bill in a mario costume, looking down at myself and realizing I had Princess Peaches outfit on, her beautiful bright pink dress with her white silky gloves.

"What the actual fuck is going on right now" I looked up at Bill in a panic "i knew we shouldn't of gotten that stupid console, the guy was so sketchy" he groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration.

I heard a loud melody play and looked up, in the sky the words 'Ready 3, 2, 1 go!" play, I looked at Bill confused "what do we do?" he shrugged, looking around for answers.

Then suddenly the sky went black, dark clouds forming everything and lightning bolting into the floor. "Holy shit!" I clung onto Bill, my whole body trembling in fear. "Are we gonna play the game but..as ourselves, does that mean you're gonna get kidnapped?" Bill eyes widened as a huge hand came closer to us and snatched me away, I gasped "Bill!" I screamed, reaching out for him.

Bills POV: I watched as Y/N got taken by a big yellow hand, I looked up and it was bowser, he was massive. "Y/N!" I screamed back, panicking. I knew I had to finish the game to get her back, who knows what would happen if I lost?

I started to do all the obsticles, jumping on the mushrooms and getting coins. Fighting all the bad guys and nearly dying a million times.

I finally got to the last boss, Bowser, I winced as I saw Y/N locked in a cage, high up in the sky. "3 2 1 GO!" the game said, showing a health level on bowser. Nearby, I saw a little candy gun and I picked it up, shooting it at him repeatedly. His health didn't go down by much and I cursed under my breath "fuck..how will this big motherfucker die" I grabbed a sword and just decided to go all in, battling with Bowser. His health became significantly low and I continued to slash at him.

He then took a big swing at me, hitting me and sending me flying nearly off the edge. My heart was beating so fast as I slowly got up, running towards him and battling with him again. My adrenaline was so high, I felt unreal, invincible almost.

I finally got the last blow, defeating bowser. His large body fell to the floor and a big green text popped up in the sky "success!" it read. I sighed in relief, Y/N's cage lowering, a key landed in my hands and I unlocked the huge padlock and removed all the chains surrounding it.

Y/N leapt into my arms and we got teleported to a loading screen. Y/NS pov: "That was terrifying Bill, I thought I was going to fall out of the cage it was so high and so rusty of my god" I nuzzled my head into his chest, his arms wrapping around me.

I woke up suddenly, realising it was all a dream and none of that happened. I sighed in relief to see Bill next to me, sleeping peacefully. I smiled and kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around me and falling back asleep. E/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE OMG

[epicspheal]

Paldean Winds Episode 1: Breathe Out

Alright I know this is late (like one day before the next episode airs late), but I really did enjoy the first episode of the Paldean Winds mini-series

I really liked how the episode started off primarily with us viewing Mesagoza through the viewpoint of a tiny Gimmighoul as it searches for a coin that gets snatched by a Corviknight (that promptly gets chased by a trainer's Tinkaton). It was a nice way to open up the series.

But then the tone switches to an orchestra recital with one of our main characters, Ohara, on stage about to play the flute before switching to her walking up the Glaseado mountains with her Fuecoco to drop her flute off the side of the mountain

Now much like Hisuian Snow and Twilight Wings before it, Paldean Winds focuses a lot more on original characters than the game cast, which is controversial. It's a topic for another time but in the context of Paldea and it's story, I can understand why they chose this route as it would be impossible to really do the characters justice in just a short 4 episode mini-series

Ohara, Aliquis and Hohma have been tasked by Director Clavell on creating an intro video for the academy. However, all of them seem a bit preoccupied and maybe not the best fit as a group. Aliquis is preparing for his battle against Nemona and apparently his brother is coming to watch. Ohara has landed the solo in the concert and we learn that her father is the conductor. And Hohma is well…very interested in Cetitan.

As this first episode focused on Ohara we see how the impact of not only being the soloist but being the child of the conductor. I can empathize with her uneasiness at Aliquis' saying "Your dad's the director, makes sense" as it makes the assumption she didn't make it on her own merits but because of nepotism.

We can see that Ohara is under a lot of pressure to prove herself so much show she abruptly leaves for her treasure hunt abandoning both the video project and the band club due to her doubts. I really liked her phone chat with Director Clavell as he shows his concern for her with her abrupt departure, his willingness to back off on questioning her once he realizes he's overstepped and how supportive and fatherly he is to her.

Arven passing by Ohara's camp with a cold look on his face is direct call to how frosty he is to Nemona and the player at the beginning of SV before his storyline begins…only for him to be chased by a Cetitan

We get a flashback of Ohara leaving the academy right when Hohma and Aliquis are attempting to shoot the introduction video before noticing Ohara trying to sneakily head out. Aliquis seems to catch on Ohara's intentions when she says taking her flute "only on the way up". Hohma interrupts with another Cetitan fact about how their sounds mimic a flute which end up becoming key for Ohara to help Arven…

…you know if she hadn't of dropped the flute off the side of the mountain.

But luckily best buddy Fuecoco was there to the rescue having jumped into the icy cold river to retrieve the flute allowing for Ohara to play and save Arven. It's a really nice moment showcasing Fuecoco's bravery especially since most of his characterization is arround liking food and being a silly little guy.

We get a nice heart to heart moment between Arven and Ohara where Ohara reveals she doesn't exactly get along with her father (which in some way, mirrors Arven's own strained relationship with his parents). While she mentions her father did teach her how to play, it was Fuecoco who saved the day. Arven leaves after thanking both of them and tells Ohara to "take good care of that partner of yours" which anyone who has played SV would've started crying immediately

The episode ends with us seeing that Ohara did indeed rejoin the band and take flute solo to applause from the audience, showing her renewed courage in herself as a person and not just the daughter of the conductor

Overall this was a really cute and inspiring episode. It's very relatable for people who have been in Arven and Ohara's shoes of having parents you have a strained relationship with who also happen to hold prominent positions.

I'll be curious to see how Ohara, Aliquis and Hohma all come together to make the video project and how they end portraying the academy to incoming students who end up watching the video.

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Mercurius Trismagistus (A Starry Night tale)

Happy UC anniversary everybody! Here's a little fic to celebrate the occasion. I hope you all enjoy. Special Thanks to Oski Farouche for making this year so special.

You don’t really get the new arrival to your camp. Big and brooding looking with that nasty scar over his eye, but fairly shy and not particularly brilliant. Aster seems to stick to his side like gum, which is strange considering he was the one who got snatched by this man in the first place. The gray pup always seemed to you like the one with the most sense, at least out of your two brothers, yet you couldn’t make heads or tails out of his behavior. Was there something about this man you weren’t seeing? To you he seems just as dirty as any other wanderer of the Lands Between. Like he hasn’t seen a bath in years and he took a nasty fall face first down a cliff. His armor seems… fancy at least, though you couldn’t imagine royalty taking such poor care of his appearance. About a week ago he began slowly wandering out of his tent more and more to sit by the campfire. His towering body and familiar shade of gray fur makes you think of an oversized version of Aster. He’s got the decency to greet you and Briar at least, but the brown pup merely wandered away, distrustful of the strange man. Finally something you can agree on.

Aster came by shortly after and sat next to him, pulling out a deck of playing cards. Mum went to check on her traps, so it’s just the three of you. You try to ignore the sound of cards being shuffled as you get back to your book, carefully going over each letter, sounding them out in your head. According to Uncle Rogier, you might be able to read some big girl books soon if you keep practicing. You hope that’s the case, there’s only so many times you can read about this red riding hood girl before getting bored. The wolf always loses and the girl always wins. Maybe in some versions the wolf should eat the girl? It would at least be something different. “In this game, both sides play a card in our hands and the card of the highest value wins. We have four standard suits: Cups, Swords, Wands and Coins, numbered one through ten, then four high ranking cards per each suit: The king, queen, knight and jack.” You hear your brother explain to the man. “Then there’s the major arcana, those are 22 cards, going from The Magician to The World, plus The Fool which is used as a wildcard and duplicates one of the cards used for summoning in your hand.” Aster is describing a game Uncle Rogier taught him how to play called Dominion. You’ve played a couple of times, but Aster has taken to the game far more than you or Briar.

“At the beginning of your turn you draw 5 cards. The objective is to be able to play the biggest possible card to win against mine. For example, say you want to play the King of Swords. That card is worth 14 points, meaning you’d need at most three cards to sum up 14 exactly to play it. The only exceptions are the one and two of every suit which can be played for free. In the case of Major Arcana, at most two cards are needed, but they trump any minor arcana.” The smaller wolf continues his explanation, seemingly unaware of how loud he’s being to anyone trying to read. The larger wolf seems mesme-... mes-... umm, really interested in it, his ears are pointed forward and he nods along as your brother flips over cards and shows them to him. “You can also choose to discard up to 3 of your cards and draw new ones, but only once per hand. Also if all the cards in play have the same suit, then you have a bonus equal to the amount of cards of that suit, of which you can add to your total if you need it. Did you get all that?” The scarred wolf nods, staring at the cards intently. “I think I do. I’ll probably learn better once we get to playing.” Aster smiles at the man, who’s tail you can see wagging in turn.

You hear the cards being shuffled and it becomes clear that you won't get any more reading done by sitting here. You’re about to get up and look for somewhere quieter when Aster calls out to you. “Oh, Viola. Would you like to come play cards with us? We’re just starting.” Both pairs of eyes, lavender and periwinkle, stare at you. Aster really looks like he wants you to join, but the older wolf seems a bit shy. “Oh! Umm….” You're caught off guard. Reading has been kinda boring so far, so maybe playing cards would be better, though you’re still a little doubtful about the other player. “O-Okay… but just a couple of rounds.” You say, trying to sound uninterested and mysterious. Aster giggles, happy to have another player. “Okay, yay!” You sit between the two, picking up your freshly dealt cards. “First to 3 wins then.” Aster says, picking up his own.

In your hand you have: The ace of swords, The 3 of coins, The queen of coins, The Empress (3) and Judgment (20). A pretty good hand. As of now you can play The Empress with the cards on your hand (if you counted correctly, which you’re pretty sure you did). You discard your ace, and draw a new card. A 6 of swords. Lame. You set your Empress down along with her two sacrifices and look at the other players over. The larger wolf and the smaller one both seem to tilt their ears as they think, pivoting them in every direction as if to catch the thoughts in the wind. It seems to be a shared tic between the two. According to mum, this man; Blaidd; is your father, but you think she’s probably mistaken. He’s so rough looking and your mother is not much better, so then how did you happen? Briar you can believe and Aster at least shares his fur color, but in your case it must be a mistake. Maybe you were switched up at birth? The man places his cards down, then Aster does the same. “Now… Showdown!” You flip the cards as soon as your brother says those words. In Aster’s hand, he played Justice (8) by sacrificing an 8 of wands and in Blaidd’s hand, he played The Chariot (7) by sacrificing the 2 of cups and the 3 of cups. “Oh, I won!” Aster says after carefully counting each hand with his fingers, taking the played cards aside and shuffling the rest into the deck again. You pout at the loss, but then stop yourself. It’s unladylike to be a sore loser.

“Did you get how it’s played, dad?” Aster asks, and you do a double take. He’s calling him dad?! “I think I do, thank you.” Blaidd says, shuffling the deck and handing you your cards. You try not to overthink it, but maybe there is something to him if Aster is calling him dad already. He makes brief eye contact with you and you feel like he wants to say something, but he retreats back behind his cards. You tilt your head. Maybe it would be easier if you were the one to approach him, but for now you’ll concentrate on the game.

This round you have: A 4 of cups, a 7 of swords, an 8 of swords, The Hierophant (5) and The Hanged Man (12). You can play the Hanged Man as is, so you discard the 4 and 8 and draw two new cards. The Fool (0) and a 2 of cups. You place your Hanged Man along with The Hierophant and the 7 down. You turn to look at the other two players again. Aster is busy thinking of his next play, squinting at the cards as he sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth. He’s pretty deep in thought. Blaidd had already put his cards down however. The silence between you is awkward, he keeps occasionally glancing your way, before looking away. It would be unladylike of you to not break the ice, wouldn’t it? “Umm… you’re Blaidd, right? I’m sorry for not introducing myself properly, but my name is Viola.” You say, trying to put him at ease. Blaidd’s eyes land back on you, his ears prick up. “Oh yes, that’s… I’m Blaidd. I didn’t… I didn’t think you wanted to chat, so I didn’t say anything before. It’s nice to meet you.” It’s an awkward introduction, but you think he’s relieved that you’re not giving him the silent treatment. For all his brutishness, there’s something very polite about him too. He’s definitely very interesting.

This time you have: The 6 of swords, the 6 of cups, The Magician (1), The Lovers(6) and Temperance (14). You discard your Magician for a different card, the 7 of cups. With this you play Temperance along with your 6 of cups. To your right Aster is trading some cards in his hand. Blaidd is done already too. Maybe this would be a good chance to ask something you’ve been wondering about for a while. “Why did you take Aster away?” You ask, only to receive a sputtering reaction from the larger wolf. Grown ups are so silly sometimes. Aster stops his counting to answer the question for the incapacitated wolf. “We went to slay a pair of fingers past a long cave. I think they needed a special bone knife to do it, so the blue lady asked dad to take me there.” You suppose that makes sense, only there’s something still bothering you. ”Umm, but then why didn’t mum come along? You know we’re not allowed to talk to strangers or go anywhere without telling her.” You ask, Aster furrows his brow. “Because mum and dad were still fighting, and dad was just doing what the blue lady told him to.” Blaidd, who had regained his composure at this point, spoke up. “It’s… It’s complicated.” He said, drawing your and your brother’s attention. “It wasn’t right of me to take Aster away without permission. Your mother and I were not on the best of terms until recently… even now there’s some stuff we haven’t talked about. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing….” His eyes look downcast, the remorse is clear on his face. “Now I’ve come to realize I made a mistake… lots of mistakes….” He stares at you, a quiet look of determination in his eyes. “That’s what I’m hoping to correct… not being here, hurting people I love… all of those things, I want to make them right.” He offers you a kind smile, and for a moment you see the noble heart your mother talked about. “Hopefully you’ll allow me to make amends with you too….” You stare into his eyes, the striking Lavender color is the same as yours. “I guess adults make mistakes too….” You say, more to yourself than him. “Fine… If you’re making it up to me, you can start by telling me more about yourself.” He smiles, it’s a little contagious because you’re inclined to smile too.

“Now… Showdown!” Aster says. Blaidd played The Tower (16) with the king of coins and The High Priestess (2), Your brother played Strength (11) with a 10 of swords and an ace of cups. Blaidd helps Aster count the cards once it’s clear he doesn’t have enough fingers to sum them up. “Yay! You won!” Aster says, to which Blaidd nods. While he rounds up the cards in silence, you can tell he’s happy. It’s your turn to be the dealer. “Mum said we can go fishing later, I can show you my favorite pond.” Aster says to the larger wolf. You’re only half listening as you’re trying not to mess up your counting. “Ah… do you really want to go out today? Is your mother okay with you going out so late?” Blaidd responds, suddenly sounding uncomfortable. You remember that Aster was taken late at night, he went to the pond that time too. “She’s been fussing over me so much.” Aster pouts. “I’m safe now, I’m not a baby….” Blaidd shakes his head, and you have to agree. Mum is pretty well justified in being worried.

The game continues, now with more lively conversation amongst the three of you. Blaidd tells you of his life so far, how he’s a shadow born into a noble family (You KNEW you had to be secretly a princess.), how he had been at the service of Ranni the witch until recently, how he was now planning on helping your mother become Elden Lord, eventually all the Major arcana were played and the game ended with Blaidd as the victor. Briar approached, hoping to join in for the next round upon seeing how friendly everyone was being.

In secret later Aster would confess to you that he’d been cheating to make the game last longer, hoping you and Blaidd would talk. While you’re impressed by his ingenuity, you have to wonder how he did it without being able to count.

[bellafragolina]

What would your take on a yandere self aware Miss Fortune trio x fem listener? Let's say they found a way into our world and next thing we know we wake up to see the three of them hovering over us, their eyes having that red glow like this:

Ohhhh oh I can imagine a lot of things

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It’s a jolt that awakes you. Something sharp and cold that spikes down your spine, forcing your body into consciousness without warning. You gasp, blinking rapidly to clear your fuzzy vision.

And to your surprise there are three women staring down at your with glowing red eyes.

“About time you woke up!” The ones with pigtails says. You regard her, brain sluggishly providing you with the name Clover.

From the video game?

“And here I thought we’d killed you.” Says the one with blue hair. Coin.

“Well?” The final woman asks. She’s Charm. You sit up a little straighter, heart pounding in your chest. “Aren’t you going to greet your ‘favorite girls?’”

Clover snatches your arm with a cackle, face pressed against your shoulder. Coin scolds her loudly, arms firing around your waist. Charm just rolls her eyes, boldly lying over you, chests pressed together as she meets your shocked gaze.

“Are you alright?” She asks, as the other two bicker. “Don’t think you can handle all three Miss Fortune sisters?”

A huff of air escapes you. “I can sure try.”

Charm smirks. “Good pet. That’s what I like to hear.”

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I’ve not written for these three yet, so I hope this is okay!!

~Renee

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Back on my Annoying Bish Hours tm-

Just like, the Reader trying to learn magic (like sleight of hand magic, that kind of shit) for fun, only to realize that she can use it to annoy Sevika, and WEAPONIZING IT.

I'm envisioning just HOURS of the Reader doing "is this your card" to Sevika while going through every single card in the fucking deck.

Going "hey I can make your drink disappear," doing some handwavey bullshit, then chugging it when Sevika's rolling her eyes like "it didn't fucking work, idiot"

Or pulling the "is this your card" trick, but Sevika tries to circumvent it by saying "yes," only for the Reader to do that trick where you make the cards explode out of your hand into their face before running off.

(Bonus points if the Reader finds a way to include smacking Sevika's ass into her "magic trick process.")

Poor, poor Sevika

Before she realized it was to fuck with her, I think she would try to be supportive at first. You have a new hobby? Good, maybe you'll have less time to drive her up the wall- oh, it's to irritate her

Sevika would do that thing you do to kids to make them think you're listening. "Oh really? wow, cool. Uh-huh. Oh, wow. Hm."

Once she catches on to your scheme it's "get the fuck out of my face."

She wouldn't even be able to play her card games because you're using her deck

"Babe let me just do one more I'll get it this time-"

Would 'accidentally' slap the deck out of your hand during a trick

With a charming smile, you flourish one of Sevika's coins between your fingers. "You should really start cleaning behind your ears-" "Don't use my money for that bullshit." Her belonging is harshly snatched from your grasp, thrown back into the pile swarming the table. A kiss on her cheek has her showing teeth, snarling in a way that isn't unlike a dog.

If you really wanted to get under her skin, you'd enlist Jinx's help. The teen wouldn't miss a chance to infuriate Sevika for the world

Of course, she's a wild cannon and conveniently doesn't inform you of her plan to gas Sevika, kidnap, and tie her to a chair for a generous front row seat to your show

"Jinx." You scold gently. "This wasn't what I-" "And for our next trick, we'll saw the ogre in half!" "The fuck you will, brat. We'll see how that goes for you-"

Silco would fall victim to your antics once Jinx is involved. She probably went through a magic phase herself and he just chimes in "Ah, I know that one."

He's actually watching intently, it's a little unnerving

Say you actually put in effort to get the "Is this your card?" trick right. When you guess correctly Sevika will get you back by lying

"No. You suck at this." It's a struggle for Sevika to keep her lips still as your face contorts into pure confusion. "Wha- yes it is!" "No." You frantically search the deck until you see her shoulders shaking.

There's one trick she'd actually enjoy. It involves you making a certain toy disappear~

"Oh, I like this one."

[rubysunnday]

oops, I did it again

Summary: Three times Y/N saved Jesper's life and one time he almost didn't save hers

Jesper was regretting approximately three things: His choice of drink, his choice of game and the fact he'd pissed Y/N off enough that she wouldn't be coming to bail him out.

"Alright, listen, I do have your money," Jesper said, standing up and slowly backing away from the table. "It's just not on me right now."

The three men in front of him gave him several disbelieving looks and Jesper's hands dropped down, hovering over his revolver, sensing a fight brewing. Technically, it was all Y/N's fault, he was only gambling with money he didn't have because he'd fallen out with her. Or she'd fallen out with him. Because he’d been an idiot.

The three men stepped forward and Jesper took another step back, his hands grabbing the handles of his revolvers.

"Look, let's just calm down, alright," Jesper said again, trying to figure out how he could sprint back to the Slat without getting arrested.

"We will when you give us our money," one of the men said, almost growling.

A purse, full of coin, landed on the table with a thud. Jesper spun around, pulling out his revolver and pointing it at the new arrival.

"There's your money, now fuck off," Y/N said, walking forward, the heels of her boots clicking menacingly on the cobbles.

The leader of the three men took the coin purse and opened it, rummaging through. "Fine."

"Good," Y/N replied. She grabbed Jesper's arm and pulled him away before he made it worse.

As they stepped out onto the street, Y/N dropped Jesper's arm and marched down the street.

"Whoa, wait, wait, Y/N!" Jesper yelled, running after her. He caught up to her and grabbed her hand.

"What?" Y/N snapped, although she didn't snatch her hand away and Jesper took it as a slight win.

"Thanks," Jesper replied, smiling.

"Whatever," Y/N said, turning around and walking off, dragging Jesper after her.

Jesper smiled. Y/N was still holding his hand.

Y/N pressed down hard on Jesper’s shoulder, trying to ignore the blood - a mix of dried and wet - that was staining her hands. She was shaking and her legs felt like they might snap, but Jesper was her focus. 

“Ok, that hurts,” Jesper said, wincing and shifting his legs.

“Do you want me to let you bleed out? No, then shut up,” Y/N snapped, glaring at him. 

Jesper wisely kept his mouth shut, sensing Y/N’s annoyance and anger at him and since she was the reason he wasn’t dying, he didn’t want to annoy her.

“I am sorry,” Jesper said quietly, turning his head to look at her.

“I said shut up,” Y/N replied, looking over his head as the Stadwatch ran straight past them, oblivious to their hiding place in the fenced graveyard.

“Y/N,” Jesper tried again. He moved his un-injured arm to rest over her hands and realised that her hands were shaking and that she was barely keeping it together.

“Don’t,” Y/N snapped. “Don’t, Jesper, just don’t.” She inhaled shakily and shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Y/N, just calm down, alright? I’m not gonna die, it’s just my shoulder - through and through, yeah?” Jesper reassured her, squeezing her bloody hands. 

“That is not the point, Jesper!” Y/N all most yelled. “If you could just keep your money to yourself, none of this would be happening.”

Jesper blinked, dropping his hand from Y/N’s and returning it to his side. Y/N rarely snapped at him or nagged him about his gambling problems. She accepted the fact that it was a problem and that it would take him taking ownership of his problem for him to even begin healing. 

But clearly him getting shot had hit her hard. It was always hard to see a close friend - a family member, even - injured and covered in blood. Ketterdam knocked almost all emotion out of its people but Y/N had somehow managed to keep her emotions and love for her fellow Crows.

Jesper looked at his friend and noticed that, despite how bad he was, she was beginning to look worse. 

“Y/N, breathe,” Jesper said worriedly, moving his hand to hers again and rubbing his thumb over the back of it. 

“Jesper, you could’ve died,” Y/N whispered, turning her head to look at him.

Jesper was stunned to see that Y/N was crying. She never cried - not unless she was alone in her room.

“I’m still here, love,” Jesper said, attempting to reassure her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N nodded and sniffed, wiping her tears with her arm. She heard Kaz approaching and quickly steeled herself and her emotions and took a deep breath in. 

“What happened?” Kaz asked, limping over to them and taking one look at the blood covering them both.

“Jesper got in the way of a bullet, annoyingly,” Y/N replied, all sign of her previous emotional breakdown gone. “I’m now covered in blood and I’ve ruined a good jacket.”

Jesper smirked. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, gorgeous.” Y/N pressed down harder on his shoulder and Jesper yelped. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.”

Jesper’s blood was pounding in his ears and he was high on adrenaline. He loved a gun fight - he felt at home during a fight. The two, pearl handled revolvers felt like two friends in his hands and he didn’t even need to think as he fired at the two men approaching him. 

He was suddenly slammed to the side, hitting the wall with a heavy, painful thud. Not even a second later, a flash bomb went off where he had been standing.

Jesper turned his head and saw Y/N lying on top of him, panting, eyes wide, obviously suffering the after effects of an adrenaline rush.

“Thanks,” Jesper said, staring at her in surprise.

Y/N nodded. She was still lying on top of him and Jesper wasn’t sure Y/N could actually move.

“Did you need a hand?” He asked.

Y/N shook her head and forced herself to roll off Jesper and onto the street, landing in an ungraceful puddle on the cobbles. She winced as she landed but stumbled up to her feet, leaning on the wall. 

“Watch your back, Jes, I don’t want to see you getting blown up,” Y/N replied, panting as she leaned on the wall. 

“Was that concern for me, Y/N/N?” Jesper teased, standing up and twirling his revolvers around his fingers. 

“Do not push it, Jesper Fahey,” Y/N snapped, snatching his hat off his head and putting it on hers as she walked off down the street.

Jesper looked vaguely offended as Y/N stole her hat but smiled, laughing as he followed after her, his long legs quickly making up the space between them, throwing his arm over her shoulders.

Jesper and Y/N ducked behind a barrel, gunshots ringing over head and pinging off the metal of the lampposts.

They’d been cornered down to the pier - Kaz and Inej running off in a different direction to Jesper and Y/N to try and confuse the Dime Lions chasing after them.

The pier was empty - it was so late in the night it was almost early morning. Y/N and Jesper ran to the end of the pier, splitting up to go either side of the theatre that sat in the middle. 

Y/N was suddenly tackled by one of the Dime Lions. She landed on the pier with a heavy thud and rolled out the way as he went to slam his fist into her face. She got to her knees and ducked to the side again but the man managed to punch her stomach and she stumbled, loosing her balance.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she felt the pier disappear from underneath her and she let out a yelp of fear as she grappled for a grip on the wood before she fell. Her nails dug into the wooden planks, splinters slicing into her skin.

The man towered over Y/N as she swung above the ocean. He smirked, raising his foot above her fingers, ready to stamp on them.

“Barrel rat,” he snarled.

Y/N’s hand slipped and her limbs flailed around as she tried to grab onto something. She managed to get a grip on the wooden post underneath the pier and her body slammed into the post, her ribs taking the brunt of the force.

The man above her pointed a gun at her forehead from above and Y/N braced herself for the inevitable, making peace with her Saints.

A gunshot went off and Y/N flinched, almost loosing her grip on the wood. A body fell past her, smashing in to the water below and Y/N looked down as the water swallowed the man and then up.

Jesper quickly holstered his revolver and dropped to his knees.

“Y/N!” Jesper yelled, lying down on his stomach, stretching his hand out to her. “Y/N, come on, take my hand.”

“Jesper, I can’t reach,” Y/N replied, not wanting to let go of the wood and rely on one hand. “I can’t let go.”

“Yes, you can,” Jesper said firmly, wriggling forward more and stretching his arm out further. “Reach up with one hand and I’ll grab you.”

“Promise?” Y/N asked, looking up at him, her eyes locking on to his.

“I promise you, Y/N, I will not let you fall,” Jesper replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N inhaled deeply and forced herself to let her right hand drop. She swung dangerously for a moment but she then reached up to Jesper’s hand. Their fingers brushed for a moment but neither one was anywhere near the other.

“Jesper, I can’t,” Y/N sobbed, grabbing the wood again, her fingers shaking with cold and the strain of holding her body up. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, please, come on, just try again,” Jesper said, pushing himself further over the edge.

“No, Jesper, you’ll fall in too,” Y/N said, shaking her head as her eyes watered and tears dropped into the ocean. 

Y/N’s fingers began to slip off the wet wood and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was engulfed by the waves.

“Jes,” Y/N said, looking up at him again. “Jesper.”

Jesper locked eyes with her again, his hand still outstretched to her. Y/N forced herself to reach up to him again but her arms were just too short and she was just too far down. 

“No mourners,” Y/N said softly, her words getting caught in her throat.

“No, Y/N,” Jesper shook his head furiously, “no, no I’m not letting you go.”

“Jesper, please,” Y/N said again. “No mourners.”

Jesper inhaled shakily and Y/N could see the tears in his eyes and the wet tracks on his face. “No funerals,” Jesper replied quietly, his voice cracking.

Y/N smiled at him, taking in every inch of his face. “Thank you.”

Y/N’s fingers slipped and she heard Jesper scream her name as she began to fall. 

Something wrapped around her wrist and Y/N’s fall was violently halted and she yelped as her shoulder was yanked out of its socket from the force. Y/N looked up and saw Jesper gripping her wrist tightly.

Jesper was halfway off the pier and was fully prepared to fall off and into the water with Y/N. But then someone grabbed the back of his jacket and for a moment he thought it was the Dime Lions back to finish the job. But then he recognised Kaz’s coat as Kaz knelt down and began pulling Jesper back up onto the pier.

Inej appeared on Jesper’s left and together, Kaz and Inej pulled Jesper back up. Jesper pulled Y/N up with him and as soon as she was close enough, Kaz let go and reached down to her. For the first time since Y/N had joined them, Kaz was willingly holding his hand out to her to take.

Jesper knew Kaz didn’t do romance and if he did it would be with Inej and with Inej only. But the bond Kaz and Y/N had was almost like one an older sibling would have with a younger sibling. 

Jesper scrambled to his knees and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. Y/N yelled as her shoulder was yanked again as Kaz and Jesper pulled her up onto the pier and to safety.

The three of them fell into a bizarre pile of limbs and dark fabrics. Kaz quickly scooted himself away but Y/N and Jesper laid on top of each other, practically clinging onto one another. Y/N was shaking violently and Jesper wrapped his arm around her, carefully minding her dislocated shoulder. 

“Hey, I got you,” Jesper said, softly. “I caught you.”

“If you hadn’t I would have been pissed,” Y/N told him, letting out a mix of nervous laughter and a sob. “I save your life and in return you let me fall to my death.”

Jesper laughed, tilting his head back. “Fair, fair.” He kissed Y/N’s head and unwrapped himself from her, jumping to his feet. “Right, back to the Slat so that Inej can pop your shoulder back in.”

“I’d rather Kaz do it, he’s quicker,” Y/N grumbled, accepting Jesper’s offered hand with her good hand and letting him pull her to her feet. “And meaner. He doesn’t give me a warning.”

Kaz, who must have been listening, limped over, grabbed Y/N’s shoulder and in one swift, quick move, pushed her shoulder back in.

Y/N let out a yell of pain, swearing loudly and almost falling back onto the pier. Jesper grabbed her side and held her up as Y/N panted, her brain reeling at the sudden pain.

“Welcome,” Kaz said gruffly, grabbing his cane and limping off down the pier.

“Ow,” Y/N said, rolling her shoulder and wincing. 

“You said you wanted Kaz to do it,” Jesper reminded. “I did offer Inej.”

“If it helps, Y/N, I would have done what Kaz just did,” Inej said, shrugging and smiling. “It makes it easier.”

“Nice to know that you two like inflicting pain on me,” Y/N told her, smiling. She linked her arm through Inej’s and the two began walking back to Fifth Harbour. “At least you didn’t let me fall to my death.”

“I didn’t let you fall!” Jesper yelled, chasing after them. “I caught you!”

[pippytmi]

Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

[imaginativeavengers]

Snakes & Ladders: Part 9

Description: You’re on holiday with your Mafia boyfriends Bucky and Steve, but the weather leads to you all having a miserable time. Bucky and Steve come up with a great idea to pass the time whilst they wait for the sun to come out.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Smut, use of nicknames (Princess, Doll, Baby, Daddy, Good Girl, Sweetness, Sir, Kitten), swearing, F/M/M, Mafia AU, Mob AU, Dom Bucky, Dom Steve, cockwarming, BDSM elements, making out, lots of teasing, hair pulling, dirty talk, edging, oral (f receiving), under 18s dni

Notes: Every decision made during this fanfiction is made using snakes and ladder board, random number generator and coin flipping generator. I wanted to try and make every option as random as possible to see where the story is going to lead. I have already generated all the numbers for the entire snakes and ladders game, so now I’m just filling in the space around it.

Masterlist

<< Part Eight || Finale >>

Even with Steve just kissing you with such ferocity, there was this little piece of hope that was building in your stomach. You couldn’t help but gnaw softly on your lower lip as you thought back to all the ups and downs of the game. It was a wonder that both men had been able to deprive themselves of cumming for so long whilst it felt like your cunt had been pummelled and fucked to a state of sensitivity that you’d never felt before.

The game had spun back around to be your turn. From the previous rounds, your breasts were still firmly on display for both the men to devour and you were still in the punishment for receiving no rewards should your game piece fall on a ladder, or a space with a ladder lazily shooting through it.

The recent events of Steve’s lead taking a significant loss had filled both yourself and Bucky with a new sense of hope. It appeared that this game was willing to gift and punish whomever and didn’t hold any favourites between you three – much like how you all saw each other, all so eager to love and punish so equally and without prejudice.

Without needing to be reminded or prompted, you leaned towards the table and snatched the die up into your palm. You squeezed your fingers around it and wished silently for some good luck. It felt like you’d gone too long and been put through far too much punishment. Another second passed and you flung the die from your palm, watching it scroll across the game board before coming to an end with the number 4 facing upright.

The look that covered your face was nothing short of shock. A muttering of you’re kidding me… came from where the blonde was sitting as Bucky chortled lowly from where he was placed behind you, still firmly seated within the warmth of your cunt, the movement made his girthy cock jostle inside of your walls. “Now, that’s some good luck…” The brunette mentioned as you moved your game piece in surprise to space 28, which had the base ladder planted into it.

It was a ladder! It wasn’t just any ladder; it appeared to be an excellent ladder to get! It travelled up a very good portion of the board to be sat very firmly in the top quarter on space 77, now in front of Bucky and very close to where Steve had been sent down.

There was a gleeful look in your eyes as you went to reach forward to the die again, only for your hand to be snapped away by a very frustrated looking Steve. It seemed like with his lead being threatened, it was bringing our that horribly competitive side of him. You found yourself having to stifle a giggle as you nursed your hand against your chest. “No rewards for two turns, remember?” His voice had venom.

In your excitement from your mighty good roll, you had forgotten your lingering punishments, but it appeared that Steve had been all too eager to remind you. It felt like he was hungry to punish you after both of his lovers had dominated him in a kiss. Steve was feeling ganged up on, but he was strong enough to overcome this feeling and get a few licks in himself in the meantime.

“Sorry, Daddy…” You muttered gently in response, lifting your struck hand to brush against his cheek and then sink down to his throat. “I suppose I forgot…” You brushed your thumb against the column of his throat, a gentle reminder of the kiss that had just happened moments ago. He took your hand in the next moment, holding it in his own and pulling forward before snarling. “Don’t forget again…”

It was a pleasant sight for Bucky to witness, the two of you challenging one another, pushing until one of you was to snap. His calloused hand soothed up your back as you reclined back against him, accepted by his arms as you relaxed against him before stating. “It’s your turn, Buck~” You informed him with sweetness spilling from your tone.

“Thanks for the reminder, doll.” Bucky retorted with a smirk, leaning forward and bending you in unison so that he could grab hold of the die and curl his fist around it with such strength you were sure it might be crushed in his palm. Bucky took a moment to compose himself before launching the die from his hand and the three of you watched in interest as it tipped across the table, halting on 3.

His game piece shifted a few spaces until it stopped on space 56, which had a ladder flinging through it – the same ladder you had just sprinted up to be in second place. “Unlike you, I get my reward…” Bucky informed you with smugness evident in his voice. Politely you plucked the die from the table and planted it into his open palm before he placed a few gentle kisses against your shoulder and muttered thank you against your throat, making you shudder.

A second passed before Bucky threw the die again, a dark smile pulled across his lips as it came to a stop on 5. There wasn’t any need to check the sheet to find out what reward this was – it was one of Bucky’s favourites. There were little things more arousing in the world to him than edging you. “Let’s see how many times I get to watch you almost fall apart…” Eagerly he took the die one final time and threw it to receive the number 4.

Four times. You would be edged four times. This was going to be torture, the only thing that you could hope for was that Bucky would make you share them with Steve, but from the look on the blondes face, it told you that they weren’t planning that. “I’ll let you handle this one, Stevie…”

In a sudden movement, you were lifted from Bucky and dropped onto the couch flat on your back; Steve took hold of your legs, spreading you and sinking to his knees on the ground. “You’re so perfect…” He muttered towards your cunt, licking his lips. “I don’t like to punish you, baby…” He licked a stripe up your slit making you shudder. “But if you insist on acting like a brat, then I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

Before you could brace yourself, Steve suckled your clit between his lips, making you arch and yelp in surprise. Bucky made himself busy collecting your hands and holding them firmly in your own so that you were unable to push him away. The way the blonde sucked and slurped at your cunt made you tremble on the couch. “St-Steve… Mmn! Please… Please…” The words tumbled from your mouth with little knowledge of precisely what you were calling for.

“Be a good girl…” Bucky commanded lowly as he kissed your forehead a few times. “Look down at your Daddy and appreciate that beautiful sight…” You couldn’t. You couldn’t look down at Steve because you knew it would be too much for you. Instead, you tilted your head back into the comfort of the couch and panted towards the ceiling, squeaking and squealing as three thick fingers shunted into your cunt, wasting no time in finding your special spot and massaging it with a crook of his fingers.

“St-Stevie!” You whined, attempting to close your thighs around him, but his broad shoulders made that impossible for you. “You gettin’ close? If you wanna cum, go ahead…” Steve huffed in a disgruntled way from where he lapped and abused your clit. “It just means we get to punish you more for it.” Your back arched as that familiar and intoxicating heat began to build in your lower back, wanting to spread so desperately.

Just as your walls began to tighten around Steve’s long fingers, he yanked them out and made you whine in disbelief, panting with your mouth hung up and eyes squeezed shut. “Three more…” Steve smirked as he pressed a couple kisses to your clit. “You’re doing beautifully.” Bucky complimented, but you could hear that smug smirk that he had pressed to his lips.

You wanted to win. You needed to win. You wanted to fuck them until they couldn’t cum anymore until you were full of their cum and they were exhausted. You just needed to focus, take whatever Steve was going to throw at you. Being edged three more times was no joke. There were so many times that you just wanted to let go and enjoy your orgasms, but Steve knew your body too well. Each time you climbed, he abruptly stopped all his actions.

By the time Steve had reached the fourth time of edging your poor cunt you were utterly exhausted, melted into the couch, huffing and puffing as your muscles twitched and spasmed in an unruly way. Steve drifted his hands up and down your trembling thighs whilst Bucky rubbed his hand over your lower tummy. “I gotta say… you did good, baby.” The blonde muttered, leaning down to peck your engorged clit, causing you to whine and shift your hips.

“Give her a moment…” Bucky hummed, running his hands through Steve’s dark blonde tresses whilst gazing down at your face, lips popped open, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth with your brow furrowed. “I’ll never get enough of looking at you when you’re all fucked out.” He hummed lovingly. “You were close, weren’t you? You wanted to cum around Stevie’s long fingers, huh?” He tickled your lower tummy, making you squirm and shake your head. “Did you see the mess you made? Look at Stevie’s chin…” Steve’s head appeared beside Bucky, his chin slick with your juices and eyes only a thin slither of blue as his pupils had dilated.

Bucky hummed softly as he brushed his thumb against the swell of your cheek, smiling to himself before stating. “C’mon, doll…” Carefully he rose you back upright and manoeuvred you to be sat back on his lap, sinking his cock into your walls whilst feeling you shudder as he sank every fat inch inside until he reached the hilt. “Does that feel good? Being stretched out by my big cock?” He massaged your hips lovingly.

“Yes, B-Bucky~” You whined breathlessly, gnawing on your lower lip before your gaze slinked over to Steve, who was perched back on the couch now, smiling to himself as he was proud of the fucked mess he had made of your precious form. “Your turn, Stevie…” You whimpered, attempted to get back on his good side and seeing that little smirk as he leaned in and grabbed hold of the die. “Thanks for the reminder, sweetness.”

The blonde was rubbing the die between his hands, looking with scorn at the game board before allowing it to spring from his open palms. The die rolled haphazardly across the board before skidding to a stop on 3. He slid his game piece across before growling as once again, his game piece sat at the head of a snake on space 89. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The anger in his voice made you jolt but caused Bucky to smile into the back of your throat.

Neither of you made a noise as Steve moved his game piece down the board until it finally slithered to an end on space 68. By some miracle, you were firmly in the lead now, with Steve in second and Bucky very close behind in third. Unfortunate. Bucky hummed, causing Steve to look in his direction with danger in his blue orbs. “I’m just saying, pal.”

“Well don’t.” Steve muttered in response before seizing the die one more time and throwing it hastily. It toppled to a stop on 2. A look of confusion pressed to your face; you couldn’t recall having this punishment for either Steve or Bucky yet. Carefully, you leaned forward to take hold of the crumpled sheet of rules and eyed it carefully before having to stifle a smile of joy. “I guess that no rewards thing is over, huh?” Bucky mentioned and you beamed a smile as you read the punishment over and over: no punishments for two turns!

The game had come full circle to be your turn again. About to reach forward to take the die when Bucky’s hand soothed up your arm. “I hate reminding you, but the girls have to go away.” He commented, as part of the rules, it had been at least two turns since either Steve or Bucky had got their reward of viewing your breasts. It took some effort to tug your bikini top back on, but Bucky was gracious enough to help you tie the strings expertly to hold the material in place.

Once that had been dealt with, you secured the die into your palm, closing your fingers around the piece of plastic and then allowing it to slip from your hand. It rolled around the table before coming to a stop on 5. It was hard to hide that smile as you slid your game piece along and came to a halt on space 82, which had the rung of a ladder just creeping into the corner of it.

“Hasn’t your luck turned around…” Bucky muttered coldly into your shoulder, watching as you reached forward to grab the die enthusiastically. You jostled it in your hands a few times before allowing it to leap from your palms and roll onto the table before you. The result was 2.

You had such few rewards this game indeed showed as you were confused about which reward you were even going to receive. However, when the long fingers of Bucky massaged your scalp, you were reminded exactly what the reward was. Those fingers flexed and tightened before yanking your head back into his shoulder and grinning against the side of your hair, causing a moan to slip from your lips at the feeling.

“That’s right~” The brunette hummed lowly, relaxing his fingers before flexing them one final time and yanking your hair again. “That’s a good girl~” He complimented before allowing the grip of your tresses to be released; your head fell forward again with a couple tiny squeaks pulling from your throat as you forced yourself to relax your tense form.

A moment passed before Bucky held out his hand for the die; Steve was kind enough to grab it and drop it into his palm, accidentally it rolled from his hand and fell onto the table, stopping on 2. “I’ll take it…” Bucky shrugged in indifference to the quality of the roll, then moving his game piece to those two places and ending up on space 58. A space where the top of a ladder stopped. “Thanks, Stevie~” He winked playfully and the blonde glared.

Picking up the die this time, Bucky shook it in his hand before watching it slip through his fingers, toppling across the tabletop and then coming to a halt on 6. A chortle fell from Bucky’s lips. “Honey, we’d might as well just throw this thing in the ocean…” Those rough hands tugged at your bikini top until you were exposed to them again. His hands wound around your form and then cupped your breasts from behind. “This is a much better look for you…”

“Need I remind you to look…” Then snapping his hands away from where they were skilfully covering your breasts. “Don’t touch.” You skimmed your hands over your breasts, ghosting nimble fingers over your nipples and responding. “Only I can do that~” You teased, biting your tongue between your teeth before Bucky gathered your hands up to cease your movements and he growled, don’t be a tease.

Just beside you, Steve had been admiring the entire situation, adoring how both of you played with your breasts in such different ways. Bucky was heavy-handed, almost covering you entirely in his large palms, fingers clutching to your skin whilst your own touch was much more delicate, fingers drifting across your soft skin, adorning yourself with these feather-light touches, always so kind to yourself.

Steve smirked and plucked the idle die up into his hand, throwing and watching it topple around. His efforts received him a result of 4 and he shifted his game piece across the board until reaching space 72, which was devoid of any snakes or ladders – a quiet round for the blonde who was pleased as after a round of bad luck, it felt nice just to advance the board.

It was your turn again. It was amazing how quickly your luck had turned around, going from the last place to first in just a few turns. It was a remarkable turn of fate, one that left Steve suffering just as you were not that long ago. You leant forward and gathered the die from the table, capturing it in your clammy hand and jostling it a few times before allowing it to spring free and topple over the table. The result was 5.

You carefully moved your game piece those several places before a massive grin spread across your face as you had halted at space 87, which was the base of a ladder. You travelled higher up the board to the top ten spaces, finishing on space 93. “Again?!” Steve hollered with frustration evident on his sculpted face. “I can’t believe how fuckin’ lucky you are.” He muttered coldly, forcing you to have to hide the smirk that wanted to break across your lips.

“Here, doll.” It appeared that Bucky enjoyed seeing this sinfully competitive side of Steve that was seeping from his pores. He plucked the die up and placed it into your hand and added. “You never have been a good loser, Stevie.” “The fuckin’ game ain’t over yet, pal.” The response came back too swiftly for the blonde to hide the venomous edge from his voice.

After their little moment, you allowed the die to fall from your hand, earning you a result of 5. The lack of rewards you had received lead you to have to look at the crumpled rules sheet to find out your reward. Over your shoulder, Bucky saw this too and smirked to himself before drifting his hands up your sides. “I can’t wait until I’m allowed to fuck you, doll. Just lay you down on this couch and rail you…” You gasped softly at his comment. “I’m gonna fuck this precious little pussy full… I wanna hear the way you sing for me… I wanna feel you cum…”

Those sinful lips ghosted against your throat, making you shudder. “Don’t you want that too, doll?” He growled. “You wanna cum, right? You just wanna gush all over my cock, don’t you…” It was a statement and still, you nodded your head eagerly at his words. “I know you do…” He laughed then before sinking his teeth into your throat, making you yelp at the action. “I can’t wait to watch you make a mess all over our cocks. I wasn’t kidding when I said you look beautiful when you’re all fucked out… drunk on our cocks, thinking about nothing but us fucking you.”

A smirk stayed firmly on Steve’s lips as he leant forward, pinching your chin to pull you closer. “You love that too, don’t you?” You nodded gently. “You’re a little slut for our cocks, aren’t you? You always want more, always begging for more…” He smiled as your eyes appeared to glaze with lust. “Can’t wait to fuck you, baby.” Leaning forward, he smashed a kiss to your lips, making you hiccup in surprise before he tugged himself back and flopped onto the couch.

“How was that?” Bucky hummed into your throat, earning an obscene moan from you in response before chortling himself and leaning you both forward to grab the die from the table. “That good, huh?” He teased before shaking the cube of plastic in his hand and then watching it spring forward onto the table, falling over until finally halting on 6. His game piece slid across the board, then stopping on space 64, which had a ladder just peeking into the corner.

“Why is it when I lose all my luck you both seem to gain it?” Steve asked and Bucky only seemed to shrug in response before gathering up the die and rolling it one final time to find out which reward he would receive. You prayed for no more edging. You wondered how much longer you’d be able to take that kind of punishment without the dam breaking. “As much as I love having these girls out, I was kinda hoping for something different…” It was then that you realised that Bucky had been rewarded 6 meaning your breasts would be exposed for another couple of turns.

A soft sigh of relief slipped from your lips before taking his hands and slowly trailing them up your form, over your ribs and then climbing your breasts. “You sure you don’t like this reward?” You squeaked as he squeezed his hands, cupping your breasts before pulling back and playfully slapping your nipple, causing you to jolt as the bud swell in response to the strike. “I never said I didn’t like it~”

A noise of effort came from Steve as he rose and grabbed the die. He rolled and a soft groan of dismay came from the blonde as he rolled a 3. He slipped his game piece down the board and landed on space 75. It was empty of any rewards or punishments. Another very quiet round for Steve. He had to remind himself that he was making slow progression over the game board and silently hoped all this good luck would change for both you and Bucky.

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the originals (you belong)

summary: The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus’ judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

paring: jake x female reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, slight smut/suggestive

word count: 7k

warnings: suggestive scene

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

a/n: i’m not a big fan of this work, i don’t know what it is but i feel like it could be better. I didn’t do my routine thorough read so forgive me for any mistakes. thank you for waiting for this member. enjoy and much love from babytaes. :)

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"This is not allowed, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

Hearing footsteps behind you, a hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shutting the door behind you as he gently pushes you up against the wall.

"Don't pretend you haven't been keeping an eye on me for the past few weeks. I'm sure you want it as much as I do, y/n.”

Licking your lips, you slap his hands off of you and make your way to his massive bed as you fall back.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's just your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaching the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you yanked his hand away from you and dashed to the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

“Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family"

It wasn't the finest decision to leave him standing there, but it was necessary for your protection. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the next person in line.

Even if something might have worked with him, the risk was too high.

Everyone should be cautious when they're among the Milkasons, including the youngest.

It wasn't all bad being with the Mikaelsons. They were like a second family to you, despite the fact that you had only met them millennium before. It was strange to find them on that fateful day.

You never know when the all-powerful Originals will appear on your doorstep and request to look after their brother.

It seemed strange. Right?

"Calm down, brother; we'll find a place." We wouldn't be in this situation if you quit yelling and spreading mayhem all over the place."

Klaus ignores his brother and knocks on a cottage door, rolling his eyes at him.

"Oh, Elijah, just shut up; you're just trying to prove me wrong."

Elijah straightens himself as he hears light footsteps approaching the door and approaches the madam who opens it.

"Hello-, your mother bowed down to them and swiftly looked down."

Elijah takes a step in front of his sibling, who is rambling to your mother. Nothing is audible to you. Even so, you see a boy from behind the corner. He appears to be your age and is hidden behind the towering man.

As he moves from behind the man and toward the back, you snicker and watch him through the windows as he approaches the back door.

As you walk through it, you come face to face with the curious boy.

"Hello, my name is Jake; how about you?" He extends his hand, and you eagerly examine it.

"My name is y/n."  Do you want to join me in my game? "I don't have anyone to play with." As you drag him to your makeshift playhouse, you grasp his hand in yours and shake it hard.

You and he hit it off right away when you were outside. You didn't have many friends, so having someone to play house with was very entertaining at your young age

"Hey, come back," He said as he snatched your toy vehicle, making you and him giggle. "Give it back," you insist�� 

The two men and your mother were standing by the rear door, staring at you two. 

"I believe he will be a perfect fit. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Before summoning Jake over, Klaus and Elijah thanked your mother one again.

They said their goodbyes and walked away, and your memories were about to start.

---

You and Jake have been inseparable since then; it's always been you two against the world. Despite the fact that you and he come from two different worlds, you manage to make it work on occasion.

You stood far away from the commotion, watching the royal family squabble over royal matters. Jake had just been summoned, and you took a step back, not wanting to cause any disruption.

Despite the fact that they could clearly hear and see you, you continued to stand there.

"Brother, we wouldn't be in this stupid situation if it weren't for your inconvenient behavior once more."

Life is always tumultuous when you basically grow up with a group of originals. I don't think there has ever been a moment when someone wasn't screamed at, killed, or cursed.

It's always something with them.

Jake looks at you, rolling his eyes and making a variety of facial expressions. He loved his life except for this part.

His family 

Your mother took him in and practically raised him when you were younger. You never understood why his family always left him behind. It seems like just because his family was on the run at the time they couldn't or didn't have time to look after him.

As a result, when he reached adulthood, he was able to take his rightful place in the kingdom, and because your family took on that responsibility, you were granted permission to remain in the kingdom.

I mean, the enormous rooms and countless bathrooms never get old, noo. Even though everything appeared to be all in good humor, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling as if you've never belonged there 

You were a vampire with most of their powers, but you lacked the "royal," and no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit into their mold.

You take one last look at the family, shake your head, and then walk away. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.

You arrive at your mother's room slowly and open it to see her folding laundry. As you approached her and sat down on her, her demeanor brightened.

"You do know you're pretty heavy, sweetie?"

"Mmh," you mutter under your breath as you roll away from her and to the ground. To pass the time, you take a shirt and begin folding it.

"Mom?"

As she continued to fold, she hummed a quiet yes.

"What made you decide to take on such a difficult duty as raising Prince Jake?" She let go of the blouse in her hand as she came to a halt and stared at you. She sighs as she takes a seat next to you and tells you about that fateful day.

Your mother was inside talking to the royal family as you played in the backyard with your new friend.

She dropped her head and gazed up at Elijah and Klaus, saying, "It is such an honor to have you both in my company."

Making their way over to the table, they all sat down and discussed ways of how you could best protect him.

"We don't know when or for how long we'll be on the run, but we're prepared to pay any charge if that time comes."

As Klaus' voice boomed over the table, she shook her head at them, her hand trembling.

"We have to get out of here; I sense them." Elijah gave his troubled brother a stern look and motioned him to leave. He was in a hurry and dashed out of the house.

Elijah reached into his back pocket and placed a bag of coins on the table. He swiftly thanked you after scouting the front entrance.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but forgive our ill-timed intrusion. I'll make arrangements for payments to come from the castle every week. I'd like to thank you in advance for everything you've done for us."

Elijah nodded before sprinting into the woods in pursuit of his brother. She smiles as you take it all in and grab the bag of coins from the table.

"This is for you, love, Rest in peace, my dear."

As she make her way to the back, she calls over the two rowdy children and embrace them in a hug. As she looked at them both, they both smiled. You watched as she squatted down and spoke, holding them in her hands.

"So those two lovely gentlemen who just came by were members of the royal family, as you may know y/n, and they have entrusted us to watch and maintain track of this handsome little boy," Jake squirmed around as his face reddened as you pinched his cheek.

"For the time being, we'll do our best to make this the best time for him." Before embracing Jake in an embrace, your daughter cast a glance at him. As you gazed at the scene in front of you, a warm flush spread across your chest as you imagined the days you three would spend together..

"So it was difficult at the time, and due to your father's death and financial difficulties, it was only a matter of time before we were thrown out on the street. So, aside from the age-old law of not disobeying the royal family, it was now or never."

Your smile crept across your face as you shook your head up and down. Your mother was your role model, the woman who always wore a grin on her face and never let the world bring her down. She was daring, loving, and brave, and she did it all despite the fact that she had recently become a single mother. Moms have a lot of strength.

"Ahh, I see. Dad would be incredibly proud of you and all of your efforts."

She grinned as she threw her shirt in your direction.

"Ahh- stop"

*Knock Knock*

As you and your mother stood up to tell them to come in, a guard approached you both and communicated a message.

"You are required in the Prince chambers, Ms. Y/n." You bowed down and pecked your mum on the cheek before taking your place behind the guard.

---

You thanked the guard as you entered inside the familiar area after arriving at the enormous set of bronzed yet golden doors. When you peek inside, you notice him lying on the floor; as you carefully approached his side, you smiled and hovered over him.

"You asked for me, right? I'm going to leave if this isn't something significant." Jake gently rises, his head resting on his gigantic bed.

"It's nothing major, but I do have a request," he says. As you faced him, your eyes widened. As he turned to face you, he exuded a princely radiance. He leaned forward and lingered near your lips, his gaze fixed on you.

You leapt to your feet, terrified and intrigued, and shoved him back as you took a step back.

"Excuse my language, Jake, but what the hell was that?"  As he got up and approached you, he cocked his head to the side.

"My request?" He snatched your hands and held them in his. You'd never been caressed with such gentleness before. It was an unfamiliar sensation that made you feel warm but strange.

"This is not permitted, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

A hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shuts the door behind you and gently pushes you up against the wall, hearing footsteps behind you.

"Don't act like you weren't eyeing me these past weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do y/n."

You smack his hands off of you and make your way to his large bed as you fall back, licking your lips.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's simply your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaking the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you shoved his hand away from you and opened the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

"Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family."

As you turned the corner and ran down the corridor, you left him stunned and in disarray. You didn't stop running until you were outdoors, far away from the castle, in the fabled garden.

As you fall on top of the fountain, the tears won't stop flowing. The day was slipping away as your sobs drew the attention of a curious woman. It wasn't until she sat next to you and spoke to you that you realized it.

"One of those days, huh?"

As she stretched her hand to you, you shrieked and fell back on your hands, frightened and terrified.

"Sorry for scaring you, hun; I didn't intend to. Haven't we all had awful days? My name is Davina, by the way." As she helped you up to the edge of the fountain, you took her hand in yours.

"Thanks for asking, today is one of these days." "So, may I ask what the problem is?" she asked, smiling as she moved closer to you.

"I miss my father and all that made up his eccentric character. He would know what to do." you sniffled as you glanced up at the girl with a welcome atmosphere.

She leapt to her feet and squealed, extending her hand "I enjoy helping others. In this area, I do have the upper hand. Allow me to demonstrate." You took her hand in yours after a brief moment of hesitation.

You had never expected a witch to be able to assist you, but you were willing to try. She waved to her neighbor across the street as she unlocked her door. As she arranged her stuff, she turned on the lamp and signaled for you to come sit at her table.

"Please take a seat; I won't bite. Maybe" You chuckled as you sat in the wooden chair, having forgotten that the witches lived in this neighborhood. It's not like they were exiled, but you hardly had time to check in on them and the rest of the group.

Everyone looked to be so comfortable in their own little world. Why couldn't you seem to fit in anywhere?

"All right, all right, we're ready; don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What might hur-'' As the knife quickly passed across your palm, you felt a searing feeling.

'What the hell, Davina,' you exclaimed." She chuckled as she put yout palm over a stone bowl and watched the blood drip into it.

"Sorry"

As the blood began to bubble up in the stone bowl, you pouted. As her hands swiveled around the bowl, Davine began to speak phrases you couldn't comprehend. As your eyes blinked quicker, your head began to spin.

"What's going on?" you exclaim. When she opened her eyes, you could see white orbs replacing her natural ones.

"We're ready."

---

You passed out as you receded back into your chair. Awoken Davina took your hand in hers and escorted you outside. This time, though, things were different; the day had turned to darkness, and everything appeared to be dissimilar. The town has turned completely around.

"Where are we?" As she turned to face you, she laughed.

"A better question is when are we. The spell I casted transported us to a time when I hoped you would learn something new and put things into perspective." For the 23rd time today, she began to tug you. Your heart began to drop as you arrived at your house, well, the one in the past, as you beamed at that. As you let her hand fall from yours, your nerves were heightened. As you took a step back, you began to feel panicked.

"Noo-nooo wait, how did you do this?" you say as you fall to your knees and cover your eyes. You could feel her hands on your back as she gently caressed it.

"I know, it's crazy, y/n. I just pulled some old memories back to life. I won't leave your side if you're afraid." As you saw the familiar image in front of you, you slowly pushed forward.

"Just don't leave." As you walked through the front door, you held her hand in yours. Everything seems so blurry at this point; you were just a small child, and your life was about to alter dramatically.

"Hey sweetie, go tell your father to go get some firewood. Okay?" As you crawled down off the stool and out the door, you smiled. As he turned to face you, your little feet found their way to your father's side.

"There's my little princess. What exactly do you need?" He massaged your backside as he hauled you onto his lap.

"Mommy said to get wood, and I wanna come too, daddy. May I, pretty please." He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was fairly dark, but the wood wasn't far away.

"Yes, you are welcome to join me. You're a big girl now. So you gotta help daddy out, okay?"

As you and Davina stood on the sidelines watching everyone make their way to the woodpile, you wished you had done more for him.

"All right, sweetie, you can carry one and I'll take care of the rest." You squealed as you clutched a small, almost insignificant log in your arms. As he placed a twig in your batch, he gazed down at his girl.

"Daddy, I think that's all I can carry." As he and you both began heading back to the home, you both laughed.

As the horror grew, you turned around and began crying on Davina's shoulder. You knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't bear the thought of having to go through it again. As Davina turned to face you, you felt her hands on your shoulders.

"You must see for yourself. It is the only option."

As tears flood down your cheeks, you slowly open your eyes and look at the scene.

"Thanks for helping daddy, sweetheart." "Mommy would be so proud of you." He kissed you on the head as he knelt down to you.

"You're welcome, Daddy. "Now that I'm a big girl, I can do huge things." He smiled as he took another glance around. " As your mouth enlarged, you dropped your logs. Your father's life vanished before your eyes in an instant.

As his body went slack, he fell to the ground, and you began to scream. As words slurred from your mouth, he began to shiver.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" HELP, MOMMY." As he held you in his hug, your small body slumped forward into your father's chest.

Your mother's footsteps were quick to arrive as she knelt down and took up your father, holding him in her arms.

"Honey, I'm right here," she says. A tear streamed down his cheek as he glanced up at his beautiful girls.

"Never forget that I love you all." And then, as he fell limp on your mother's lap, life left his eyes. As you gazed up at your mother, the screams resonated across the forest. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

You had no idea what was going on, but you knew something had changed.

"What's wrong with daddy, Mommy?" She slowly turns to you, pulling you closer to her breast and kissing you on the head with moist lips.

"He's gone, daddy's gone."

----

"NOo, noo stop this. I don't want to remember this." As Davina chases you down, shouting out to you, you begin to flee the scene. You come to a halt and turn to face her, yelling at her.

"Is this a joke or something? Your spells, you witches." As you fall to the ground grasping your arms and gently rock back and forth, tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Davina finally reaches you and attempts to calm you down by wrapping her arms over your shaking body. Your heart felt like it was racing at 100 miles per hour and you couldn't stop it. Everything seemed a little too real. You didn't want to think about it.

It's not that you didn't believe it; it's just that you didn't want that memory to resurface in your life.

"Just wait and listen to me, y/n. I know it's horrible, but something good came out of it." You push her away from you as you leap to your feet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"How did something wonderful emerge from my father's death, who died in my arms? DAVINA, HOW DAVINA." Davina frowns as she walks around, taking your hand in hers and leading you somewhere.

"You weren't the only one whose loved one was taken from them." You look up at her and stare blankly at her as she comes to a halt at a familiar location.

"How did we end up in front of the castle?" As inaudible sounds flow from her mouth, she begins to swirl her hands around. You stand there in astonishment as you are whisked away to someone's private quarters.

You and Davina both walk into a room where a young boy is crying into the chest of someone. As you recovered consciousness, you noticed that you were surrounded by the Original family, or at least some of them.

"We couldn't get the remedy to her in time." You stood there watching Klaus thrash around as he collided with a vase that shattered on the ground.

You shifted closer to the young kid as you observed him as his brother shouted out to him, "Niklaus." As the rest of the family walked out in tears and small sniffles, you shifted closer to the young child.

Jake was there; you had no idea his mother had died. It had never been mentioned before, so you were taken aback.

The little boy crawled onto his mother's chest as he sobbed into her chest.

"Mommy, come back to me, please."

"I'm ready to leave right now." You took her hand in yours and gripped it strongly. You were prepared for anything the world could throw at you now that you had this new knowledge. Although it was painful to revisit that memory, you chose to use it to your advantage.

Your father raised a fighter, not a wimp. You wanted to honor his memory rather than mourn it, and I feel Jake should as well.

"This is for you, Dad,"

With that, you were transported back to reality, and you found yourself back where you started. You instantly stood up and exited her room.

"Hey, where are you going?" 

You came to a halt, raised your head, and shook your head, saying, "Acceptance."

She waved you off with a smile on her face. You brushed yourself off as you walked out of her house, mentally preparing yourself for the road ahead.

----

You felt more alive when you woke up in this house. Although the work was endless, you earned something greater than it all, A friend. Your mother groaned as you rolled over and landed flat against her backside.

"Mmmh, mom, I think it's time for you to get up." "Mmmh, five more minutes," she mumbles as she yawns on your shoulder. As your body moved up off the bed and towards the blinds, you giggled. You chuckled as you let the blinding light move into the room as you heard your mother's nasty shrieks.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday; it's a free day today. Go hang out with your friends." As you fall to the floor, she kicks your body off the bed. You giggle as you walk towards the shower, scoffing at her acts and mumbling words to her.

"Have you noticed, Mom, that I only have one friend?" You chuckle as you take a step into the shower and let the suds run down your body. As you wash slowly, your thoughts begin to wander.

You were reminded of your previous outburst with Jake as the water flowed over your body.

"Shit"

You felt the chilly air hiss against your body as you stepped out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel over your body from the shelf. You noticed that the girl in the mirror had a different smile. She felt happier and more grateful.

You cried out to your mother as you opened the door and entered the frame.

"Yes, darling?"

"Get ready. I'd like to take you out for a picnic." She grinned and drew you in for a hug while cocking her head to the side.

"That would be fantastic. I'll take care of everything. You don't worry, okay?" You grinned as you shut the door behind her and returned to your self-pampering.

"It's going to be a terrific day today."

As you rested your head on your mother's shoulder, you held the picnic basket tightly in one hand and your mother's hand in the other. It was moments like these that made you long for your small family. You spread the blanket on the ground and placed the goods on it as you chuckled.

"My two lovely ladies are here."  When you raced towards your father, he stretched his arms open wide for you. Your mother took out her little camera and snapped a candid shot of you two.

"Don't forget about me," as she made her way over, your father pressed a kiss on her lips as you all sat down on the grass.

As you stumbled towards the basket, your little fingers pointed to it, saying, "Mommy, open". Before you saw the glorious fruit in front of you, a small pebble made its way in your path as you trip on it.

As a result, your father gracefully caught your small body in his grip while you giggled.

"My princess, you need to be more cautious. I can't have my pretty girl all beaten up."

You chuckled as you kissed his forehead and said, "OK, daddy, me be careful." You dashed over to your mother's side as he let you go, and she handed you a strawberry.

Your smile widened as you jumped up and did a small dance as you bit into it. Your parents stood there in astonishment as they watched you eat some more fruit.

"Is it good y/n?" You giggled as you ran around them, shaking your head up and down, as they simply watched their exuberant kid spout forth incoherent words. They smiled.

'I love you, honey,' she said. Light kisses on her temples were exchanged by your father while your mother rested her head on his lap.

"I will always love you."

Finally, with everything in place, you sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your eyes. Your mother immediately turned to you and rubbed your arm as she drew you closer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"I miss him," you said as you drew closer to her.

She smiled as she rocked you back and forth, kissing you on the head.

"I miss him as well. This brings back memories of our picnics with him." As you reached for the basket, you shook your head. Before removing the famed strawberries, you smiled. You chuckled as tears streamed down her cheeks after delivering them to your mother.

"Thanks for this, y/n." You were both crying as you rested your head in your mother's lap before entwining your hands.

"Anytime mom, but I do have to get going. I need to speak with someone, and I'd prefer to do so now before the situation escalates."

Before biting on a plump strawberry, she laughs and smirks.

"Tell Jake I said hi." "Wait, how did you know?" you start to stand up as you freeze in place.

As she pushes you toward the gate exit, she shakes her head at you. You blow a kiss to her, embarrassed and honestly surprised, as she yells at you.

"Use protection."

You cringe as you race towards the gate, not even looking back. You came upon a guard at the entrance who winked at you as you stared at him.

"Oh, Mark, shut up." After saluting you, he chuckles and returns to his former stance. Making your way to his chamber, you slowly knock as you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

As you slowly come in, you notice him at his desk, working, and you move your glance in his direction.

"Oh, look who it is?" As your lips fell, his eyes rolled at you.

"Hey," you say as you approach him and take a seat in one of his sofas. They felt like marshmallows, and you spent your days and some nights in them.

"Let me explain before you go all pouty and stirred up." He doesn't even move as he goes about his business. You kick his chair while rolling your eyes at him, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Fine, I'm listening, what?" he says, smiling as he scoots over to you and places his hand on his lap.

Not only did the close proximity make your heart race, but his position didn't help matters either.

"So, for starters, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. We both know if they're a problem we can freely discuss it. That's something that's been on my mind for a while and has now exploded, but it's not your fault. I just don't think I belong."

He approached you with a puzzled expression on his face as he moved forward. You look around, worried, as you cough.

"What?"

"What you just said made me pause because you and this family know how important you and your mother are to all of us, especially to me. I'm sorry you feel that way. My family can be difficult at times."

As you push past him and land on his colossal king-sized bed, you scoff "Yeah, tough how about, protective, vengeful, murderous, and hot-headed? That's a lot better." He laughs as he pushes you over and lays down next to you, a little closer this time.

"I can't argue with that, but you still love us. Right?"

"Yeah, I do love yo-" As you rolled over and smacked your hands in your face, your eyes widened.

"Yeah, go ahead and spill your secret y/n."

You kicked him as you rolled back on your side, facing him, rolling your eyes. As his hand landed on your leg, the newfound electricity between you two shifted.

Before his hand lightly moved up your leg, he grinned at you. He came to a halt and stared at you, waiting for a response. You softly shook your head as he continued as his hand came to rest on your chin.

"You must have been waiting a long time for this one, dude, ain't I so attractive," you chuckled before scooting closer to him. Before extending his delicate hands towards your lips, he reddened.

"Shh, also what happened yesterday? You said this wasn't right, didn't you?" As your desire overtook you, you became irritable.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, people change Jake." you said as you drew him closer to you and your lips smashed together furiously. As he pushed you over, you both synced up quickly, and he was on top of you in no time.

"Oh how the tables have turned," says Jake. You had definitely changed as your body craved for his touch even more. As you threw your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you, his lips never left yours.

His shirt was ripped off and dropped to the ground in a flash as he touched yours, hoping for a response.

"Yes, you may remove it." He stopped and peered at you, chuckling, as he slowly pulled it above your head. You subconsciously flew your hands to your chest, concealing your body.

This was the first time a boy, much less a Mikaelson, had seen you half-naked. Jake's mouth falls open as he rushes to unlatch your hands.

"Hey, don't hide your beauty, because I love each and every part." That made you grin as you approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, and already you're behaving cringy. Maybe this was a mistake." As you begin to rise, you smirk. Jake grabs you and pins you down before you can even get a foot off the bed.

"Wait- stop, wait, don't go" You chuckle as he kisses your frigid body while you squirm under his touch.

"Ahhh, please stop tickling me...ahh." He comes to a halt in his actions to look at you for a little moment.

"I can't believe we've reached the point where we've gone from friends to lovers. It feels like some teenage drama."

(Am I right readers, don't we all love a trope like this... I know I do.)

This isn't a book; it's real life, and can we please get back to making love? Jake, the readers are waiting." He continues to laugh as he gently removes your bra as he completes the last clip.

He didn't have time to marvel at the beauty in front of him as you placed your hand on his hardening spot. This elicited a tiny moan as he swirled his lips around your soft nips.

"Mmmh, wow, don't stop, that feels great." You quickly remove your jeans and underwear while his tongue works its magic, placing his hand within your folds.

"This is my first time; wow, I'm not sure whether I'm doing it correctly." Wow!" As a moan explodes from your throat, you laugh.

"Stop playing me; you're making me laugh. I'll show you the way." He finds a groove in your folds as he pushes faster and deeper, striking a familiar area, while your eyelids roll back.

"AHHHH, Jake, right there."  As your back arches off the bed, thrusting deeper into his finger, your body reacts perfectly.

A knock on the door is heard just as your high reaches you, and you both pause and look behind you.

"Prince Jake, you have been summoned to the royal room to receive a message." Before Jake speaks to him, you both remain silent for a few moments.

"Thank you very much; I'll be out for a minute."

Before he turns to face you, you cover your lips with your hand. Before pulling away, he bends forward and kisses you on the forehead.

"You're not going to finish me off, are you? You can't stick and dip; it doesn't work like that." You start arguing with him before he bends in and kisses your folds.

"I have to get going, and if I'm late, I'm toast. You did mention that my family is what now-" You shake your head as you push him off your body and start putting your clothing on.

Another knock is heard as the door slowly begins to open and a familiar face appears. Jake rushes to conceal your half-naked body as Elijah walks in.

As you lowered your head and snickered, it felt like a million pairs of eyes were on you. Jake covers your body with a blanket before pulling up his pants and walking towards the door.

He flashes a big grin at Elijah before crossing his arms and stepping closer to him. "My dear brother, keep your indiscretions to yourself," he yanked his handkerchief from his pocket before handing it to Jake. Another familiar figure arrived in front of the entrance as he saw the chaos unfold before his eyes.

Kol appeared behind Elijah before chuckling as he crossed his arms, "well, well, well looks like someone having fun." He gave you a wave as he walked out of the room, smiling to himself. You turned away and mentally slapped yourself as soon as he said it.

"We'll be out in a second. Please visit us again." Before turning around, Jake slammed the door shut. While yelling under his breath, his reddened face brought you your garments.

"Please forgive them; they enjoy barging in here unannounced. I'm sorry if they saw anything." You're hauled up by him before you can secure the button on your jeans. He kissed your lips as he assisted you in putting on your shirt.

"Okay, I'm definitely not going to get tired of those." You kiss his lips once more as you pull his shirt closer to you.

"Mmh, your lips are soft. As you approach the door, you take Jake's hands in yours before gently pushing it open.

“We will definitely finish this later.” As he plants a kiss on your hand, he smirks. Before enlarging your gaze, you licked your lips.

You moan under your breath, "Oh, I can't wait," as Jake discreetly lays his palm over your mouth.

“You’re already a mess for me, aren't you?” He comes to a halt in front of the door and cups your face in his hands, kissing your hungry lips.

“As much as I would love to kiss you,” you say as you rest your palm on his chest and giggle. "Let's hurry up because I don't want them to come back and dagger you." He took your hand in his and led you to the throne room.

---

Jake strides over to his family's gathering and excuses himself, letting go of your hand. You took a step back and stood next to Mark, who was looking at you with a curious expression.

"So...how did it go?" Then, after a brief scan of the area, you struck him across the shoulder with your fist.

"Aren't you guards supposed to be quiet? You do know we all have vamp hearing." After chuckling at your remark, he returned to his job.

Besides Jake and I, Mark was the only person around our age with whom we both became close as we basically all grew up in the castle. Although being the only female in the group, they made up for it.

We all had our own ways of having fun in those late evenings, so there were many nights of loud laughter and sticky fingers. Those were the days, but now Jake had his royal duties, they were a thing of the past. Everyone seems to be set in their ways.

When your name was called, you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts. They didn't seem to know you were there, but you knew it was true when Mark bumped your arm.

"Uh.. yes. I'm here, your majesty."

Walking over to the gathering, you stood next to Jake as you heard his booming voice; still to this day, you could never get over that.

"So, y/n, you and your family have been so kind to not only the Mikaelson family, but the entire kingdom. And we thank you for your service, but we've heard rumors that my father is planning to travel to our country to assassinate our future heir."

You exhale, your body trembling as you clasp your hands behind your back. You weren't old enough to recall certain details of the attacks.

This was how horrible it was 

As he gazed down at you and winked at you, he entwined his fingers behind your back and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

As he stepped up from his throne, Klaus began again, "So, once again, I'd like you to protect and guard him while we're out; you've had plenty of training for this, so I'm confident you'll do fine. Finally, you are responsible for whatever happens to him."

He was now directly in front of your eyes as he kept a wary eye on your flimsy frame.

Thanks for the extra pressure. 

Jake gave him a gentle push back as he walked in front of you and coughed "Okay, don't scare her. We've got a lot of security in place, and I'm an original here who can take care of myself. I don't want to put anyone at risk, especially y/n."

As he acknowledged you specifically, it warmed your heart. He squeezed your hand not only to show that he was paying attention, but also to make you feel comfortable and secure.

Klaus grinned as he walked away from you, both of you speaking in a condescending manner.

"Our father has not and will not stop if we are alive in the past centuries, and now that you are of legal age, he is coming to take advantage of that opportunity. Our father's reign is far from done. After all, it's more for y/n than for you. Take a look at her. Do you believe she'll be able to defend YOU?" 

Your heart stung as you gasped in pain as you yanked your hands from his grasp. As you took a step forward, tears welled up in your eyes. You coughed as you drew Klaus' attention, enraged and honestly taken aback.

"No one has the right to treat me like an outsider just because I'm not a member of this family. Instead of making trouble and fleeing, why not stay and fight like a brother once in a while?I've done more for Jake than YOU could possibly do.

You turned and walked away from the family, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand grabbed your wrist as you flung it off of you. Before exiting the room, Elijah caught Klaus just as he was ready to explode with wrath.

"This meeting is over. After 30 minutes, we'll be on our way." As you raced away from Jake, he called your name.

You heard shouts of anger from Jake as he yelled at Klaus.

However, he has never been able to see what you and your family went through to safeguard his prized heir. They were going to get a guard if they wanted one, and a good one at that.

You vowed to prove to them, and particularly to Klaus, that you belonged here.

You got to a familiar area and pounded on the door, enraged, as she approached the door.

You hurried by her and sat down, your hand outstretched as you glared angrily at her. "Oh hey—," she said. As she sat down gently across from you, she rubbed her chin and arched her brows.

"Okay, no hello or nothing. That's awesome, what's up?"

"I'd like to see him; please, show him to me right now." She chuckled, as if she'd read your mind. You wanted to prove yourself to someone. And he was the only one who had a clear idea of what needed to be done.

She sliced your hand and poured the liquid into the stone bowl as she spoke. You sat up straight and became ready. As soon as you closed your eyes, you were transported somewhere else.

---

Davine touched you on the shoulder as you sat up straight and followed her instructions by moving forward.

"You just have a few minutes, so work quickly. This is a difficult spell that becomes weaker by the second."

You stood up, shook your head, and walked over to the man perched precariously on the ledge, his feet dangling dangerously in the air. After a few minutes of sitting next to him, you began to become worked up.

"I was curious as to when you planned to pay me a visit. Princess, how are you?" As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned around in astonishment. He looked exactly the same as he did that night. His black slacks matched his stained white collared shirt.

He was perfect, still 

"I miss you, dad." Upon entering his embrace and taking in his smell, he extended his arms and welcomed you in. The lingering woody smell filled your nostril as you held onto him tighter.

"Hey, love. Whatever you're going through right now, I have complete faith in your ability to get through it. I didn't raise a wimp; instead, I raised a powerful warrior. Don't allow them get to the point where they're controlling your thoughts. What is it that I usually say?"

"Life struggles are necessary for growth."

You continued his sentence with the words "life struggles are necessary for growth." He pecked your head and held on for a little bit more.

"Y/n we have to go; the spell is slipping."

When your father saw you, he got to his feet and stood up. His hand went to your face as he noticed all your new features. He seemed intent on studying you, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had lost by not seeing you.

"I'm very proud of the women you've grown to be. I'm so proud of you, y/n. Remember that and know that I am always here for you." As a tear rolled down his cheek, he pointed to your chest.

You gave him one more hug as you raised your eyes to see his face.

"I love you, dad."

"Princess, you have my undying love. Now go out there and confront the world. Fighting for you always."

Davine held your hand as she guided you back to the present moment in time. You observed his disappearance as you bid him farewell by waving.

As soon as you regained consciousness, you hugged Davine and thanked her for her time. Afterwards, you left.

"Don't worry, y/n you got it. I've had my fair share of the Mikaelson family, so don't fret. I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath and then made your way back to the castle, smiling as you did so.

You already knew who you were on the inside; you didn't need an all-powerful family to confirm it for you. You only needed a little nudge to remember who you truly were on the inside.

The princess in your father's eyes.

"Thanks, Dad, this one for you."

[missblissy]

Human Alastor x reader playing Bowling? (Idk i just like that type of date hhaha) Maybe just them or maybe with friends

((>W>.............................. js I hate bowling. But I love you nonny, so for you..... I made this. ENJOY!! Sorry for the wait *cries*))

How goes bowling these days? Is that even still a thing? And why would anyone want to go bowling other than to drink? But no one drinks have the time... people just go for the pin and balls. Maybe it had to do with long and round phallic objects and balls rolling around. Regardless, your friends had dragged you to go bowling for whatever reason. And you decided to drag Alastor along because if you had to suffer, so did your boyfriend. It was also a bonus that he got along with your friends as well... some of them at least.

It was Charlie's idea mostly. She was someone who always wanted to go out and try new things. It was something she lived by apparently because this week's new activity was bowling at one of those dark neon allies with an arcade built-in. Charlie managed to talk her girlfriend, Vaggie, into coming too. Angel came because he also assumed there would be drinks but found out there wasn't a damn bar inside. You honestly had no idea how or why Husk was even there because he was completely and entirely miserable. If you had to guess it had something to do with you forcing Alastor to come.

Anyways, you and your little group of friends had found themselves staring down an alley with those silly little shoes on. Angel wouldn't wear his though, he wouldn't let their piss shade of yellow clash with his outfit.

You were sitting in plastic chairs next to Angel as you watched Charlie and Alastor go up next. You had two lanes so they went together. Angel sat next to you, he grabbed an arm behind you on the back of your chair and leaned in, "Five bucks says Allie gets the gutter," He whispered loud enough for Alastor to hear. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend's brow twitch and ignore the comment.

There was a second there that you were tempted to say something back to Angel but you were interrupted by the loud clash and computer saying "Strike!" You looked up and saw that Charlie was still holding her bowling ball. But walking away with a smirk on his face, Alastor's smug pride gleamed off him. The shock on everyone's face only made him boast to himself even more. When did Alastor find the time to get good at bowling.

As he sat down next to you, he threw Angel's arm away from you and replaced it with his own, though he was sure to wrap his fingers around your shoulder and bring you closer to him. He never liked Angel, and he was always so overly protective when it came to you anyways, so it wasn't welcomed that the boy was so close to you. Even if he was a guy. Competition is competition, it doesn't matter who they are, Alastor didn't like sharing you. Period.

"How... Did you do that?" You asked him.

Alastor shrugged and watched as Charlie threw her bowling ball right into the gutter, "I'm perfect at everything I do, dear." That was supposed to be satire.

Angel rolled his eyes and with a huff, he crossed his arms, "You can't fuck." He deadpanned.

Instincts kicked in and you ducked seconds before Alastor nearly climbed over you and punched Angel in the face. He missed and got him in the shoulder instead.

"Leave Alastor and his fuckless life alone," Husk said as he got up from his seat, "Some people are just better than the rest of us sexual deviants," He took his turn bowling soon after saying that. Vaggie went next as well. She choose to keep her mouth shut on all this.

But even Charlie had something to say, "Come on guys," She awkwardly waved her hands, trying to calm everyone down, "If you're going to fight take it outside this time. I don't want to get kicked out of another place of business..."

"He won't fight me, he'd know I'd deck him in the head and give 'em a one-two combo real quick like last time." Angel reminded everyone, and you all collectively remembered Angel clocked Alastor in the face at a bar after a heated argument. Alastor went out like a light and broke his nose on the way down. You looked at him and saw the little kink in his nose from that night.

You sighed and reached down into your pocket and pulled out your wallet. You grabbed a random twenty and handed it to Angel, "I'll give you this and two cigs if you go outside for ten minutes."

Angel gave you a snotty look, somewhat offended that you'd even offer such a thing. But he knitted his brows, snatched your twenty-dollar bill, and stole two cigarettes from the pack you left laying next to you on your seat, "I'm gonna find a bar on this fucking street- I'll be back later, losers."

You could still feel the rage simmer off Alastor even after Angel left. Though you didn't have time to say anything to him. It was your turn to go up. And now that Angel was gone, you didn't want to go up there and make a fool of yourself alone... Half your plan was to have Angel bowl next to you so that no one would notice how bad you were.

"Um-" You said as everyone waited for you to go, "I'd...uh... Um. I don't know hooow-" You were cut off as Alastor quickly got up and pulled you up with him.

He dragged you to the lane and got a bowling ball for you, "Hold this," He said. You noticed his anger from before had all but melted away. Alastor gave you a charming smile and stood beside you, "Copy me. Like when we dance."

You blinked at him a few times then did was he said. He held his hand up, pretending he had a ball. You copied him and did the same. He brought his hands to his chest, stepped forward, swung his arm back then forward again. You smiled at him and did the same, but you actually threw a ball. It rumbled down the lane and crashed into a couple pins. At least you didn't get the gutter.

"See? That easy," Alastor smiled at you. He place a hand on your arm and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He grabbed your hand in his and asked, "Do you want to see if they have any vending machines in the arcade? We can get some snacks?" Which was code for do you want to sneak away for a second?

"Sure," You quickly agreed while locking your fingers with his. The two of you scurried off with him. The second you were out of eyesight and safe behind a wall, Alastor gave you a more proper kiss.

He pulled away and asked, "Why did we come again?"

You shrugged, "Charlie asked." You simply said.

Alastor let out a huff then started walking with you towards the vending machines, "You can't really say no to someone like her..."

As you pulled out a few loose coins from your pocket and slipped them into the machine you laughed, "No, you can't." You both dearly loved your friendship with Charlie... But she could be a bit bossy sometimes.

The two of you collected an arm full of snacks and started walking back together, "Well, I say when we get home, we have a proper date."

You laughed and even lost a few snacks. You picked them up quickly and said, "You mean you cook us dinner and we watch a movie? That's not a proper date either, ya know."

Alastor smirked at you then nudged his arm into yours with a grin, "It is too because it'll be just us. Alone."

You rolled your eyes but still chuckled to yourself, "Alright, alright," You said, "What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged, "Don't care. I just want to make fried rice tonight."

You let out a huff of a laugh and passed out a snack to each of your friends while Alastor gave them a drink of some kind, "Fine. But I'm picking a TV show then because I just started watching something on Netflix."

"Aw, are you guys leaving?" Charlie asked with way too much sadness on her face.

"No, no-" You waved a hand slightly, "Alastor just doesn't think this is a proper date, so he has to make one up at home."

"What do you mean this isn't a proper date?" Vaggie threw a hand in the air, "All of us brought our partners! I mean- Angel left... So Husk is more like a third wheel at this point. This definitely counts as a group date or whatever."

"Call me old-fashioned, but you don't bring your friends on a date and there is no such thing as a group date," Alastor said as he cracked open a can of cola.

"What about a double date?" Husk asked from his seat while he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't a double date and even then those aren't real dates either. You're supposed to be somewhere nice, havea nice meal, share a few drinks. Share some stories and laughs with the one person you're interested in courting, then call it a night, done!" Alastor smiled to himself while everyone else collectively sighed. He was old-fashioned. (But you liked that about him.)

"This isn't 1955, Al. You can go on a date anywhere. Like here. What about going to the zoo? Could that be a date?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor thought about it, tapped a finger to his chin then gleefully said, "Nope! That's an outing!" Several people groaned but no one went on to feed into his banter.

You did hear Husk grumble under his breath "You need to go out to go on a date," But Alastor must have not heard it or choose to not say anything.

The rest of your night there wasn't that bad either. Angel did end up coming back, but not without his arms full of booze bottles of all kinds. They didn't serve drinks here but at least Angel was wise enough to buy some solo cups too. No one was really paying attention to the bowling anymore either. (You lost, not that you cared or anything.... You did.) Instead, you and your friends had gathered around in the arcade, drinking, laughing, playing games, and picking on each other harmlessly. You enjoyed every second of it, much to your surprise. Alastor did as well, though... He still insisted on his proper date once you got home.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

How Not to Form a Thruple

Sayaka Igarashi x She/Her Reader x Kirari Momobami

A/N: Oh my god this took forever to do. There are just so many factors to consider when trying to make this work and I did not want this to turn into a novel and yet it's still sooo much. Anyway, much love to Sayaka and Kirari but they don’t know how their own relationship works without trying to date another person at the same time. Ririka is suffering, but at least she has Mary. Sorry if there are more errors than usual I had to deal with a cat menace. Also beware of Midari in this fic, you know how she is. And the OC I made isn’t very helpful either. Word Count: 18,395 (Why did I do this to myself?)

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(Y/n) sighed and slouched in her seat at the back of the classroom, her eyes followed the form of Igarashi Sayaka taking her seat in the front of the room with her arms full of papers and folders. Her bag, looking just as heavy as the load in her arms, had the shoulder strap strained over the desk hook.

“Ugh, you really are hopeless, you know that?”

“Huh?” (Y/n) turned her head, meeting her friend’s eyes just in time to see them roll to the side.

“You’re looking at Igarashi with those dumb puppy eyes again. We’re well into our second year of high school now, shouldn’t you be over her by now? Or, here’s an idea, ask her out.” Tsubasa advised, pretending to be scandalized by their own suggestion.

“Don’t talk so loud!” (Y/n) hissed, quickly looking to see if anyone, especially Sayaka, had heard.

“The whole classroom is practically screaming about gambling and homework (Y/n), no one’s listening to us. Especially not Miss Workaholic over there. So, what’s the deal? When are you gonna finally make a move?”

“Are you crazy? There will be no move making from now until the end of time!” (Y/n) gestured wildly, emphasizing the word ‘now’ and the phrase, ‘the end of time’. “She obviously likes the president... and like is putting it mildly, there is no way I’m going to embarrass myself like that. I mean, when it comes to the president I can’t possibly compete. She’s too beautiful and suave, no wonder Igarashi wants to spend so much time with her.” (Y/n) sighed wistfully and slid further down her chair, openly sulking.

“Sounds to me like you’re simping double time these days, (Y/n).” Tsubasa snickered and kicked at (Y/n)’s foot with their own, producing a muffled groan from the girl who had since buried her head in her arms over her desk.

“You look at the girls in this school and tell me you can’t find easily like, ten of them that you’d immediately give your kidney to if they asked.” (Y/n) grumbled.

“Nah I’m good thanks, I’d like to keep my kidneys as a matched set if I can help it.” They leaned back in their chair and stretched. “Class is starting soon, better get your act together before you get called on and embarrass yourself in front of Igarashi.”

“God that would happen to me wouldn’t it?” (Y/n) sat up and opened her notebook for her first class, scanning the most recent notes with a critical eye.

“Hey, before you get too lost in that boring stuff I wanted to ask you if you heard about the gamble that’s taking over Yumemite’s stage during lunch.”

“I haven’t heard anything. What does Yumemite-san have to say about this? Didn’t she have a concert scheduled at that time?”

“You would know that wouldn’t you, simp.” Tsubasa laughed, poking (Y/n). “She’s sick or something so someone snatched up the stage for the day and they even got permission to broadcast to the whole school. Anyone can come by to gamble and the last person standing gets ten million yen!”

“What’s the catch? There always is one with these no admittance fee gambles.”

“Loser has to do one thing the winner asks each round. Something that can be done right then and there on camera to be broadcasted to the school. What do you think? Will you do it with me?” They grinned.

“Be humiliated in front of the whole school? No thanks, think I’ll pass.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. We could split the money fifty-fifty if one of us wins. What’s the worst request someone could demand of you if you lose?”

“Uh, have you been paying attention in this school?” (Y/n) looked up from her notebook, “A person having the power over you to make you do something for them is almost always worse then owing money. They could tell you to strip or rip your nails off— all sorts of crazy things!”

“I guess I could have been more clear. The winner just asks a question to the loser and they have to answer it honestly.”

“Wait, you’re telling me this is just going to be truth or dare without the dare?” (Y/n) looked at them incredulously. “I know I was complaining before but how is something so boring being broadcasted to the whole school?”

“Beats me, but really, the deal is a lot sweeter now, don’t you think, partner?” Tsubasa batted their eyelashes and (Y/n) lightly punched their shoulder.

“Alright, I’m in.”

***

“Never mind I’m not in!” (Y/n) trembled at the sight before her. The stage was filled with all sorts of creepy crawlies and dangerous looking animals in various enclosures. She made to leave but her friend grasped her arm and pulled her back.

“Too late to pull out (Y/n), I already signed us up!” They smiled brightly as if completely unaffected by the scene before them.

“Did you know about this?” (Y/n) asked, her throat tightening with equal parts anger and anxiety. “This isn’t truth or dare without the dare, it’s like, dare with a light suggestion of truth!”

“I know right? This is gonna be awesome!” Tsubasa grinned.

“Did Ikishima take over your body or something? What the hell is wrong with you!?” (Y/n) chastised through clenched teeth.

“Shhhh, I think the organizer is about to get things started. Don’t think about the risk, think about how awesome it’s gonna be when we win ten million yen! Five mil each!”

“If the more affluent students heard you getting excited over five million yen they would laugh you out of the school.” (Y/n) mumbled, rubbing at her temples to try to fight the oncoming headache she was starting to feel.

“Wow, a lot more of you showed up than I thought you would!” A voice called from the stage, crazy familiar laughter rolled over the auditorium.

“Ikishima actually organized this? Why am I not surprised?” (Y/n) sighed.

“Okay so a handful of you...” Ikishima scratched her head with her gun as she looked around the room. To (Y/n) surprise, the crazy girl suddenly fell to her knees with a cry of anguish. “Yumeko didn’t come? But I invited her directly! How could she stay away from such a gamble when I worked so hard to procure all this shit!” She moaned mournfully and motioned towards all the animal enclosures.

“Uh, so are we doing this thing or...?” Another student called out after watching Midari spread out on the stage floor and sulk for a hot minute.

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a second...” Midari sighed despondently. “Yumeko,” she began, looking to the ceiling, “I made this all for you, enjoy the show... I know you’re watching!”

(Yumeko was in fact, not watching.)

“Alright, listen up everybody!” Midari jumped back onto her feet, her gun tracing over every face in the front couple rows of the auditorium. “Ya ever hear of Fear Factor? Well that’s what we’re doing except not really. Basically, I’ll have you face off one v one. You each get to pick an animal you’d like your opponent to get all close and personal with, the first person to bail loses and if neither bails after five minutes, then the person with the highest heart rate loses. We’ll be monitoring your heart rates with these little wrist monitors to keep you honest. If your heart rate continually spikes higher than the other person, we’ll know and you’ll be out of the competition, not before you let out a truth of the victor’s choosing of course.” Midari smiled wickedly and gestured to the giant screen behind her. “Here is our bracket, let the games begin!”

(Y/n) scanned over the names and was jostled by Tsubasa slinging an arm over her shoulders.

“Look at that, (Y/n). We’re on opposite side of the bracket, I’m liking our odds!”

“Yeah, great.” (Y/n) whined and slowly made her way to the stage. Her name was right at the top of the bracket signaling she would be in the first match.

“Go (Y/n)!” Tsubasa cheered.

(Y/n) grimaced as Midari fixed the cold heart monitoring device to her wrist and another beautification officer hooked up her opponent who smirked once (Y/n) met his gaze.

“Coin flip decides who picks first. (L/n), heads or tails?” Ikishima asked, her breath sticking to (Y/n)’s cheek because of how close she was.

“Heads.” (Y/n) chose. Midari flipped the coin and revealed heads.

“Lucky you!” Midari cackled, “Choose carefully because once an animal is chosen, it will be retired for the remainder of the gamble!”

“I’ll pick the tarantula.” (Y/n) declared, suppressing a shudder. At least now she knew it wouldn’t be able to be used against her later.

“Ahh tarantula-san eyy?” Midari giggled. “I love it, nice choice! And you?” Midari turned to address the other student.

He appeared to be sweating ever so slightly but his smirk didn’t leave his face. “I’ll pick that huge ass snake.”

“Boa-san? Hell yeah!” Midari cackled, looking all too pleased with how this was going. “Handlers, bring out the chosen animals!”

“Hold your arms out, kind of like a cradle please.” The handler asked (Y/n). She had just nearly put her arms in position before the handler looped the middle of the large constrictor around her neck. The upper half of the large snake began coiling around her arm as (Y/n) struggled to hold the heavy reptile.

(Y/n) chanced a glance at her competition who appeared to be holding his breath as the tarantula crawled across his pant leg. He was sitting on the stage, something about lessening the risk to the spider should the boy freak out. (Y/n) gulped as her attention was brought back to the snake. It had raised its head to be level with her own and scented the air between their faces before slithering up and over her head and it began its descent down her back.

“Hey!” (Y/n)’s eyes darted back to the boy who looked noticeably more panicked. “It’s crawling toward my junk!” He screamed as the spider slowly made its way over his thigh.

“So?” Midari shrugged, “What, you gonna bail already? It hasn’t even been two minutes.”

“Get it off me now!” His voice pitched higher, the spider had momentarily lost its grip and slid closer to the boy’s crotch. “Take it, take it!”

“Alright, you big baby.” Midari waved him off signaling the handler to take the spider. “Round one goes to you, (L/n). Sazanka class, represent!”

(Y/n) released a relieved sigh as the weight of the boa was lifted from her shoulders. She massaged her shoulder and almost left the stage before Midari called her back.

“Hey, don’t forget your question!”

“Ah, right, sorry. Umm, what’s your favorite color?” (Y/n) could heard the faint echo of Tsubasa smacking their forehead with their hand in the darkened auditorium and Midari groaned.

“That’s what you’re asking? That’s so god damn boring!” Midari sprawled out on the floor again. “Well shit, answer (L/n)’s boring ass question I guess.”

“It’s green.” The guy breathed, thankful for the low stakes question after his embarrassing screeching over the tarantula.

“Alright, who’s next?”

***

The final round was finally here. (Y/n) had survived a hand full of banana slugs and holding up a adolescent fox bat by its feet before finally making it to the last round with Tsubasa bouncing excitedly as her final opponent. They had made it, no matter what happens now the ten million was as good as theirs.

“Alright! Here we are with the last match! Only a handful of creatures left, what will be used I wonder...” Midari pondered. “Heads or tails, (L/n)?”

“I’ll go heads again.”

The coin flipped in her favor once more and she smiled at her friend. “I know you’ve been eyeing that iguana over there, go make a new friend.”

“I really appreciate that, (Y/n).” Tsubasa simpered. “However,” the sweet smile turned sinister, “Just because we made it to the end, doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you.”

(Y/n)’s eyes darkened at the betrayal, her mouth twitched into a frown aimed at her unbothered so called friend. Sweat gathered at her brow. Were they going to pick the literal grizzly bear over there? Or maybe even worse, the—

“I pick the octopus.”

“No way!” (Y/n) gasped.

“Uehehehe, I see you recognize the coloration of octopus-san, don’t you (L/n)?” Midari leered over the other girl.

“Yeah, that’s a blue ringed octopus isn’t it? Those things can kill you and you expect me to hold it?” (Y/n) threw her arms out wide in disbelief.

“I had it brought here for Yumeko, but I’m glad someone is going to play with octopus-san.” Ikishima practically moaned. “Well, (L/n) are you gonna hold it or bail?”

“Of course I-“

“(Y/n), before you answer that question,” Tsubasa whispered, “You should know I’m planning on asking a really good question should I win. You know, related to who we were talking about this morning.”

“You wouldn’t-“ (Y/n) gasped.

“Try me.”

“I give you the iguana and this is how you repay me! I could literally die!” (Y/n)’s heart was absolutely pounding. Hurt and betrayal plain on her features.

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell you guys are going on about, but we are broadcasting live to the school and you have a decision to make. (L/n), whatcha gonna do?” Midari pushed.

“I...” (Y/n) took a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze drifted to the deadly cephalopod. Her eyes closed tightly as she tried to quiet the wild thrumming of her heart in her ears. This was dangerous and stupid, but she’d sooner die than lose and answer that query truthfully. “I’ll do it.”

“For real (Y/n)? Are you crazy-“

“I love what you’re doing here (L/n)!” Ikishima interrupted (Y/n)’s gambling partner with a wheezy laugh. “If I didn’t already have the hots for Yumeko, I’d jump your bones right now!”

(Y/n) grimaced at the vulgar girl and made her way to the octopus’ enclosure, the vivid blue rings hypnotic in the shallow waters of the tank.

The octopus itself was small, no bigger than the palm of her hand, yet she knew that size would hardly matter, it could still easily kill a grown man twice her size.

(y/n) breathed in deeply and pulled up her sleeve, her hand just barely skimmed the water when her supposed friend spoke up.

“(Y/n) you don’t have to do this. You seriously would rather die than talk about your feelings?”

(Y/n)’s steely gaze met her partner who was nervously stroking the iguana in their arms and her frown deepened.

“Use my half of the ten million to pay for my medical bills and or my funeral.” She spoke coldly, carefully sliding her hand all the way into the tank. She would have just plunged her hand right in, but she really didn’t feel like dying today if she could help it. Please god, give me the luck of that one idiot I saw holding one of these things on social media.

Slowly, she nudged the creature into her hand and raised it up a bit so Ikishima could clearly see her dangerous skinship with the octopus. The one-eyed girl let out a delighted squeal but (Y/n) could not hear it over the pounding of her own heart. The tentacles of the venomous creature curled over her hand as if searching, maybe for the best place to bite (Y/n) thought wryly. It began crawling up her wrist and settled on her forearm. (Y/n) felt faint and she could feel the sweat roll off her in buckets, having the octopus sit still was almost worse than it moving.

“How’s it feel, (Y/n)? I can call you (Y/n) now, right? We’re kindred spirits you and I after all. How does it feel knowing you’re one little bite away from almost certain death? It’s great isn’t it?” Ikishima moaned grossly in (Y/n)’s ear and (Y/n) grit her teeth, her jaw tightened painfully. She did not dare pay attention to Ikishima, her eyes belonged only to the small mass now writhing in the crook of her elbow.

A loud buzz shot (Y/n) out of her concentrated state, causing her to move suddenly and offset the balance of the octopus. (Y/n) yelped  in response to the octopus’ renewed hold over her that was much tighter than before. Did it just bite me?

“Five minutes is up! Guess we have to refer to heart monitors for the winner. Though judging by (Y/n)’s face, her heart rate will probably be nonexistent soon!” Midari laughed and motioned to the big screen. The computer scanned over the last two competitors heart rates over the last five minutes and compared the data. It was quickly determined that (Y/n)‘s heart rate was much higher than her opponent’s, making her the loser of this gamble.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and hung her head in shame, if the octopus did bite her, she didn’t have it in her to care. Her life would be over soon anyway once she answered the victor’s question.

“Wait a minute... what the hell is wrong with octopus-san?” Midari screeched, bringing (Y/n) back into the moment.

(Y/n)’s eyes shot open to look at the octopus and she was surprised to see it had changed color to match that of her skin tone.

“But, blue ringed octopuses don’t change color so dramatically as this? What... this isn’t...” (Y/n) could hardly believe it. The small octopus on her arm wasn’t the deadly Australian native, but a mimic, and a talented one at that.

“Hey you! What the fuck is this!” Ikishima berated the nearest handler, gesturing to the tank with her gun.

“A mimic octopus, ma’am. This little baby has a tank adjacent to a real blue ringed octopus and the clever boy just loves to copy the colors. Intelligent little guy, isn’t he?”

“Well, yeah,” Midari huffed, “but I asked for blue ringed octopus-san!”

“We didn’t want anyone to be hurt. We figured you wouldn’t mind as long as you got an octopus.” The handler smiled tightly. God these rich kids are crazy.

(Y/n) managed to free herself from the mimic and withdraw from the tank. She rubbed her arm and watched the small octopus change color again to match the the sand in its tank. She felt so foolish, all her fear had been misplaced and now- she turned to Tsubasa, now iguanaless, and stepped forward.

“Well that was hella disappointing. What’s-your-face gets to ask their question now.” Midari sighed, clearly disinterested. “If I wasn’t so impulsive and hadn’t put this thing together last minute, I would’ve made much better punishments for the losers.”

“(Y/n), please don’t let this ruin our friendship. I only want what is best for you.” Tsubasa rubbed the back of their neck awkwardly.

“If you didn’t want to do that, you’d pick another damn question. Just ask already.” (Y/n) snapped.

“Who have you had a crush on since middle school who you still like to this day?” They asked almost sympathetically. (Y/n) wanted to slap that awkward smile right off their face.

“Igarashi Sayaka.” (Y/n) answered clearly so as to not have to repeat herself before bolting off the stage, Midari cackling behind her.

“You like that stick in the mud? That’s hilarious!” Midari wheezed from the stage as (Y/n) pushed through auditorium doors with a boom and kept running.

***

(Y/n) should have just skipped school. She was basically doing it anyway since she couldn’t go to class. Not when she was actively avoiding three people in said class. Tsubasa she didn’t want to see for obvious backstabbing reasons, Ikishima because she was being... extra herself towards (Y/n) since the gamble and she didn’t appreciate it, and then of course Sayaka... who knew if she was aware of the gamble or what she’d do if she saw (Y/n). She’d probably tase me, (Y/n) thought glumly.

The last few days (Y/n) had exiled herself to the deepest, darkest depths of the library and didn’t leave until most of the students had gone home for the day. She didn’t need to worry about gambling. Despite not talking to Tsubasa, she saw that her five million that was agreed upon was transferred to her account with an, ‘I’m sorry :( <3‘ attached to it so she was set for awhile in the class rankings.

This day should have been no different as she made her way to the back of the library, but she gasped audibly once she took in the figure perched atop her table seemingly awaiting her arrival. She would have backed away if not for the fact that those icy blue eyes commanded her to stay.

“President!” (Y/n) squeaked. This was it, she was so dead. How foolish of her to think she would be able to get away with admitting her feelings for the secretary of the most powerful person in the school without any repercussions.

The president did not yet speak, but motioned (Y/n) to come closer, the way her glacial eyes bore into (Y/n)’s left no room for argument. (Y/n)’s legs moved slowly, they shook noticeably and she feared she might collapse right in front of the president. Finally she stopped and stood a foot away from the president’s regal pose over the table. (Y/n)’s hands wrung together and she scanned the titles of the nearby bookshelves so she would not have to look her intruder in the eye.

“You’re a surprisingly difficult person to find, (L/n) (Y/n).” Kirari finally spoke, examining her pristine, blue fingernails.

“I,” (Y/n) cleared her throat, “I’m sorry?” Her voice trembled, sounding oh so weak in the presence of the apex predator.

“That was quite the show you put on a couple days ago at Ikishima’s event.” Kirari continued, seemingly oblivious of (Y/n) speaking at all. “You turned that drab, mind numbing dullness into something I could tolerate watching with my afternoon tea. Sayaka seemed quite invested as well.” She said, her eyes casually looking up to catch (Y/n)’s again, gauging for a reaction.

(Y/n) didn’t speak for fear of her heart escaping out of the orifice due to how violently it was beating in her chest, in her throat. It was beating so fast it put the whole octopus incident to shame.

“Of course, the novelty of the octopus was shattered as soon as its true nature was revealed, but it was interesting to watch in the moment, sort of like a magic trick, wouldn’t you agree?”

(Y/n) stayed silent, only managing to tear her eyes away from the analyzing blue ones to study her own shoes.

“Sayaka couldn’t believe you would do something so, how did she put it? Irrational? Insane maybe? It escapes me now, but she was muttering to herself in that endearing way she always does when she’s thinking too hard and she just can’t contain her internal monologue.” Kirari’s smile grew a small fraction wider at the memory. “I didn’t see what the problem was. If anything I’d dare say she was being quite hypocritical, given the fact that she had jumped out of a five story building with me not too long ago.”

(Y/n) allowed a look of astonishment to take over her face and Kirari chuckled quietly.

The student council president slid off of the table and approached (Y/n) with confident, purposeful steps, causing (Y/n) to back away until her back hit the bookshelf behind her. Kirari rested an arm on the shelf beside (Y/n)’s head and leaned so far into her personal space that (Y/n) dared not breathe.

“Maybe you would like to give it a try?”

(Y/n)’s lips trembled, still unable to so much as make a sound. Her eyes were trapped by the icy, oceanic gaze mere inches away from her.

“No need to be so tense, it was just a suggestion. I know you are capable of speaking. What must I do to make this a two way conversation?”

“I-“ (Y/n) attempted to clear her throat, taking in a shaky breath, “I- what do you want me to say, president? Why are you here?”

“You’ve caught my interest.” She stated plainly, “To risk your life all to avoid answering a simple question of little consequence. Tell me, are you embarrassed to like my secretary so much? Do you find such feelings disgraceful, or is it because it’s Sayaka?”

“No! No. That’s not it at all, I just- I’m not embarrassed about how I feel. Igarashi-san is amazing. So incredibly dedicated and hardworking, intelligent, pr- pretty,” (Y/n) blushed, “I could never find anything disgraceful about liking someone like her.”

“Why hide it to such a degree, then? Why risk your life to keep it hidden?” Kirari came closer still, drinking in every micro-expression that (Y/n)’s face would betray for clues about the peculiar behavior she was so fascinated by.

“There was just no point in revealing my feelings. They obviously aren’t reciprocated, I didn’t want to make class awkward or ruin the good terms we were on as classmates. If I was to be embarrassed about anything, it would be the idea of receiving a rejection that I was well aware would occur and was trying to avoid.”

“I’d like to propose a gamble.” Kirari said suddenly, (Y/n) could feel the declaration disturb the air around her face, causing a slight tingling sensation that made her lips purse subtly.

“What do you propose, president?” (Y/n) whispered weakly, her back digging almost painfully I to the bookcase, trying fruitlessly to create a semblance of personal space between them. She surprisingly took  in the sudden declaration without question, probably due to how small she felt in Kirari’s presence. She dared not question the president’s seemingly sudden whim.

“A simple game, really. I don’t have time to plan some grand operation unfortunately. Such things are better planned out over the course of several weeks, months or even years. Something Ikishima will likely never learn even after her hastily put together show,” Kirari spoke, digging at the disorganization of the beautification officer while still looming over (Y/n) like it was perfectly acceptable to be so close, “but that’s neither here nor there, the game will be lightning round old maid.”

“What are the stakes?” (Y/n) asked, a hot cold rush ran down her spine as Kirari absently inspected a lock of (Y/n)‘s hair, twining a finger though it before letting the hair slip from her touch. She backed away, finally giving (Y/n) room to breathe.

“If I win, you’ll immediately start going back to your classes and you’ll become a page of sorts to the student council. You’ll be at Sayaka’s beck and call.”

“I don’t think Igarashi-san would care for that. I’m sure she has a very specific way in which she likes things done. I don’t want to be on her bad side more than I probably already am!”

“Sayaka would never say it, but with the added work the election has brought, I’m sure she could find a use for an extra pair of hands.” Kirari smirked, “Now, what would you like if you win?”

“...I guess it would be nice to have some assistance transferring schools?” (Y/n) mumbled after a moment’s thought.

“How practical. You’re about as imaginative as Sayaka I’ll give you that,” Kirari commented, striding to the other side of the table to sit with practiced poise, “well,” she gestured to the chair opposite her, “please take a seat. This won’t take long.”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her lip and sat stiffly in the presented chair. She couldn’t believe she was about to gamble with the president. Such an ‘honor’ was usually reserved for people like Jabami or Ikishima... What did this say about herself, (Y/n) wondered.

Kirari slipped three cards out of her blazer. The queen of diamonds, the queen of hearts, and a joker card. She presented the cards to (Y/n), allowing her to check for any possible tampering. When (Y/n) was satisfied, she gave the cards back with a sight tremor. Kirari reached past the cards, encompassing (Y/n)’s wrist with her hand and drawing out a surprised gasp from the girl. Kirari skimmed her fingers over the exposed skin up to (Y/n)’s own finger tips before finally taking the cards back and shuffling them under the table. All the while (Y/n)’s hand tingled, still suspended mid air until she remembered herself and quickly pulled her hand back to join her other tightly fisted in her lap.

Kirari eyed the cards, newly shuffled, and slid the queen of hearts to (Y/n)’s side of the table. With a reserved smile, she held out the remaining two cards. “Now, which one will you choose I wonder?”

(Y/n) scrutinized the backs of the cards in Kirari’s hand, silently cursing herself for not thinking of marking the cards in some way as she inspected them. Her eyebrows knit and her eyes narrowed in concentration as if that would help give her some sudden clarity, to open up the right choice.

“As much as I’m enjoying this intense look of concentration you are wearing, I do have other obligations that require my attention this afternoon.” Kirari spoke, jolting (Y/n) from her thoughts.

“Sorry!” (Y/n) swallowed and eyed the cards, darting her attention from one to the other at least a dozen times. Finally she sucked in a huge breath and reached for the the one on the right. Then, changing her trajectory at the very last second, she took the card on the left, missing the excited gleam in Kirari’s eyes.

With trembling fingers she flipped the card in her fingers and felt dread as the laughing face of the joker stared back at her.

“Wrong choice I’m afraid, looks like I’ll get a turn after all.” Kirari said.

(Y/n) took her queen and the joker, mixing them under the table until she was satisfied then held them out to Kirari, trying to will her face into impenetrable stone.

Kirari chuckled quietly as she reached out. She teasingly danced her fingers over the cards, gauging for a reaction. (Y/n) looked away from the scene, trying to invoke some kind of ‘I can’t see you, you can’t see me’ strategy. However, (Y/n) felt that she could have no face at all and Kirari would still be able to read her.

Her eyes shot open when she felt the card in her right hand being tugged free, she turned back to the remaining card with an audible gasp. The queen was still in her hand.

“Oh well,” Kirari smiled, “Another chance for you then, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) nodded resolutely, looking between the two cards once more. She took less time to deliberate this go around and took the left card. Incorrect again.

The joker traded hands at least three dozen more times and traded hands quickly. Staying in one hand only long enough to be shuffled and presented to be taken half a second later. (Y/n) found it exhilarating. There was no strategy, no second guessing, just the gamble itself. Taking whatever card they touched first without a care.

The joker had found (Y/n)’s hand again and (Y/n) couldn’t help the laugh of disbelief that escaped her lips. Her nervous frown had left rounds ago, replaced by a content smile. If Tsubasa could she her now, smiling and playing a children’s game with arguably the most frightening person in the school, they would lose their mind.

“I’m glad you’ve come out of your shell and are enjoying yourself,” Kirari spoke up, her eyes looking unusually warm. “However the time is quickly approaching for one of my aforementioned engagements so,” (Y/n) blinked owlishly, her mouth falling open ever so slightly. Kirari took the queen out of (Y/n)’s hand as if she knew she could have done so at will at any time and smirked. “I’ll be seeing you bright and early Monday morning to discuss your new duties.”

As Kirari stood and moved around the table to exit (Y/n) kept blinking at the joker in her hands. “Oh, and (Y/n),” Kirari stopped at the bookshelf momentarily and looked back at (Y/n), seeing the surprised girl turning slowly in her seat to look at her. “Do not be late.”

With that, the president took her leave. (Y/n) looked back at the joker and smiled brightly despite herself. She knew once the novelty wore off she was going to be an anxious mess before Monday arrived, but for now, she was ride out the high gambling with the president gave her. She gathered her belongings and left the library and the school, humming pleasantly with a skip in her step all the way home.

***

(Y/n) hadn’t slept more than a combined total of eight hours all weekend. She had worried her weekend away to the point of feeling physically ill. What had she been thinking to entertain such a gamble? Not only did she need to start going back to class, but now she had to report in to the student council as if she were a member herself.

(Y/n) glanced at her phone again, squinting her eyes at the harsh light,  a panicked groan leaving her as she read the time. It was five-thirty in the morning. She had more than enough time to get ready and be at school before the student council meeting began at seven, but the anticipation was killing her.

She was not ready to see Sayaka. She wasn’t ready to sit next to Tsubasa in class again or get hounded by Ikishima. Today was going to be an all out assault on her emotional state.

(Y/n) stood outside the imposing doors of the student council room, the time on her phone displaying that she was fifteen minutes early. (Y/n) worked to control her breathing, willing herself to take deep, even breaths. Before she worked up the courage to enter, the door swung open with air displacing force strong enough to whip some of (Y/n)’s hair askew.

“I’ll retrieve the file president! You needn’t concern yourself with such menial tasks!” Sayaka strode a purposeful half step out of the room and rammed straight into (Y/n)’s chest, causing (Y/n) to stumble back, but not fall.

“What are you- oh,” Sayaka’s angry retort died on her lips as she registered who stood before her. “(L/n)-san, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, good- good morning, Igarashi-san. I’m, um, I’m here to-“ (Y/n) stumbled over her words looking over Sayaka’s head, unable to even look her in the eye as she felt her cheeks grow increasingly warm.

“Ah, (Y/n), right on time. Early even.” Kirari appeared in the doorway behind Sayaka who looked back at her with a bewildered expression. “Ready for your first day on the job?”

“President! What are you saying? What is the meaning of this?” Sayaka asked, looking between Kirari and (Y/n) as if to try to draw her own conclusion.

“Sayaka, (Y/n) is going to be your errand girl from now on. Sort of a secretary of a secretary situation.” Kirari explained with an amused grin. “I feel like your work efficiency would be maximized if you didn’t have to run all over the school.”

“But president, I can’t just-“

“(Y/n) has graciously gambled away her services, so use her as you see fit.”

The wording Kirari used, left the two second years gaping and thoroughly embarrassed. The awkward silence that followed seemed to be lost on the president and she continued to speak.

“I’ll provide the first task as an example. (Y/n), Ikishima has neglected to return a rather important file that is needed for the composition of a life plan, retrieve it.”

“Yeah, okay.” (Y/n) quickly turned tail and jogged away from the president and her secretary, thankful for every step that parted her from the awkward confrontation and headed to the bowels of the school.

Sayaka and Kirari watched her leave. The latter looking very pleased with herself.

“President, what did you do?” Sayaka asked, studying Kirari’s mirthful face.

“I was merely following up on my promise. I said I’d find out if she was okay, didn’t I? Now you can see for yourself anytime you wish.”

“I didn’t intend for you to gamble her into servitude!” Sayaka’s voice cracked with exasperation. “What was going to happen if you lost?”

“She was going to transfer schools.” Kirari revealed, drinking in Sayaka’s shocked expression with amused satisfaction, “I don’t know what you did to her Sayaka, but she is positively terrified of you.”

“I- I didn’t do anything! At least, I think...” Sayaka poised a contemplative fist over her lips, thinking back from middle school to present, sifting through memories to find anything to the contrary.

“No matter, you’ll have plenty of time to figure out how to proceed,” Kirari waved dismissively, “I never discussed a date of release before the gamble, but I’m sure keeping her in this position after your graduation would be a tad excessive. Now,” Kirari ran her fingers through Sayaka’s ponytail, eliciting a shudder from the underclassman, “I’d love another cup of tea before the meeting.”

***

(Y/n) descended the stairs to the basement floor of the school. She could hear the distinctive hum of old fluorescent lights and boiler room generators, by looking at the rest of Hyakkaou, you’d never think that such a rich school would have such an ancient, decrepit, looking basement.

As she continued clicking down the darkened hall she could hear a muffled, albeit echoing, cackle that would have sent her sprinting in the opposite direction if not for the fact that it was a familiar laugh she had heard disrupt class on countless occasions.

(Y/n) turned down the next hallway, jumping and covering her ears as a shot rang out, painfully reverberating off of the walls.

“It’s like a goddamn haunted murder house down here.” (Y/n) mumbled to herself.

She turned down one more hallway and met a couple beautification committee members loitering around.

“Hey,” (Y/n) addressed them awkwardly, wincing when the small group quieted and eyed her suspiciously, “I’m, uh, looking for Ikishima?”

“Get lost, she’s... busy” one of the grunts replied, a faint look of discomfort, hidden as she pretended to examine her nails.

“It’s student council business,” (Y/n) persisted. As much as she would have loved to peace out right then, there was no way she was going to return from her first errand empty handed. “It can’t wait.”

“No one gives a damn. Trust me when I say you don’t want to go in there.”

“I’ll take the chance.”

“Hey!”

(Y/n) walked passed the disgruntled committee members and banged on the door, the thudding carried down the hall.

“Ikishima! I’m here to collect a file for a life plan!” (Y/n) called through the heavy metal door.

“Damn it! What the hell?” Midari yanked the door open and (Y/n) had to take several steps back at witnessing the severe sweaty, disheveled state the girl on the other side was in. “I was so fucking close and you just cut me off like that? What the hell, that just turns me on more!”

“The file? Now, please?” (Y/n) stuttered out, desperately wishing for a line of brain and eye bleaching products that would make her forget ever seeing her classmate like this. For now she would simply have to settle with getting the hell out of there as soon as possible.

“Wait a minute, why did you get sent here, (Y/n)? The way you pounded on the door, I thought you were Sayaka again.” The girl laughed and (Y/n) mentally gave Sayaka her condolences. “Whatever, there’s a meeting in ten minutes. Why can’t I just bring it then?”

“They probably thought you would forget.” (Y/n) shrugged uncomfortably.

“Hey, you know what, that’s fair.” Midari nodded, “Hang on a second,” she slipped back into the room and came out a few seconds later with a stained and soggy looking piece of trash. “Here, now get lost. Unless you plan on joining me in here.”

“Wh... why is it wet? And what’s this stain?” (Y/n) made a disgusted face as she held the paper away from her, pinching one corner with her thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, (L/n).” Midari cackled, the sound continuing on even well after the door had been shut in (Y/n)’s face once more.

On the way back to the student council room, (Y/n) made a pit stop for a ziplock baggie and went to the restroom to wash her hands in the most scalding water she could handle.

***

“That was surprisingly quick,” Kirari smirked from her chair at the head of the table as (Y/n) knocked politely before letting herself in. Sayaka’s head swiveled in (Y/n)’s direction as well, looking more concerned than her amused counterpart. “Were you able to retrieve the file?”

(Y/n) nodded stiffly and presented the file, confined in the plastic of the ziplock baggie like evidence in a murder case, to the president.

“Oh my, it’s hardly legible,” Kirari spoke, her tone suggesting that she may have been mildly impressed by the paper. Or perhaps it was a morbid fascination. “And what’s this stain here?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll ever want to know.” (Y/n) replied, placing the plastic wrapped atrocity on the table. Sayaka pursed her lips and nodded as if (Y/n) had spoken some old, wise philosophical scripture.

“Oh well, I’m sure Sayaka can write up a fresh copy later. Congratulations on completing your first assignment, (Y/n). The meeting will be starting soon so please take your position to Sayaka’s right,” Kirari motioned to the girl standing behind her.

“That’s wholly unnecessary, president,” Sayaka shook her head, “We will look silly.”

“Not at all. Surely you can see the logic of wanting my right hand by my side. The right hand of my right hand is by extension, mine as well and needs to be close as such. (Y/n), take Sayaka’s right.”

“Uh, yes, president. Whatever you say,” (Y/n) moved around the table and stood a respectable distance away from Sayaka, directing her attention to the exotic fish swimming in the large aquarium nearby.

“Closer.” Kirari commanded, gently.

Without moving her eyes from the aquarium (Y/n) took a half step in Sayaka’s direction.

“Closer, (Y/n),” Kirari said again, “we must look like a cohesive unit.”

“It’s okay, (L/n)-san, I won’t bite.” Sayaka said, ushering the girl closer with a worried half smile.

“Unless you’re into that kind of thing.” Kirari amended with an amused grin, watching the second years sputter and gasp at her like fish out of water.

When the rest of the council members finally began filtering in, (Y/n) and Sayaka were stood almost shoulder to shoulder while Kirari sat sipping her tea with a satisfied expression.

Although the council had technically been disbanded because of the election, there was still work to be done that could not be held off without threatening the school structure.

“Wow, (Y/n), you really working here now?” Midari asked, doing a double take as she plopped in her seat. “I thought you were just looking for an excuse to see yours truly again.” Midari laughed, pointing at herself with her gun.

“Not really, no.” (Y/n) spoke dryly, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

“Oh that’s right, because you like-“

“Ikishima!”

As the door was violently pushed open to reveal the teen idol Yumemi,(Y/n) exhaled harshly, feeling heat crawling all the way up to the tips of her ears as she continued to watch the fish, not daring to even spare a hint of a glance through her periphery in the direction of Sayaka and Kirari.

“Ikishima, my whole stage still smells like a barn!” The idol gritted through a menacing smile.

“What do you expect me to do about it?” Midari said, swinging her legs onto the table.

“I’m ordering a deep cleanse and you’re paying for it!” Yumemi huffed, taking her seat as well.

“Bahhh, whatever.” Midari waved her off, earning a laugh from Runa as she flopped onto a nearby couch.

The vice president silently made her way to stand at the president’s left, taking a moment to stare between the three people at the head of the table. Or at least, (Y/n) guessed she was. It was hard to tell with the mask.

Yuriko came in last, looking a bit frazzled as she took her own seat. Once it was clear that everyone was situated, Sayaka began to recite the major talking points and the meeting began.

***

(Y/n) swears she almost fell asleep standing up. Only jolting out of her meditative state as chairs scraped against the floor signaling that the meeting must have ended. Her eyes darting to the clock on the wall, revealing that classes would start soon. Taking the time into account, she moved to the wall where she had left her school bag and hooked it over her shoulder before turning back to the president and her secretary.

“I can go to class now, right?”

“Of course,” Kirari gave a slight nod, “just give Sayaka a moment to gather her things and you can go together. Won’t that be nice?”

(Y/n) chanced a glance at Sayaka as she packed her bag full of folders, quickly averting her eyes when Sayaka looked up expectantly from her bag. (Y/n) discreetly cleared her throat, “Sure.”

“Ready to go?” Sayaka asked, shouldering the heavy bag with little effort as she stepped forward. Wow, she’s a lot stronger than she looks.

“Yes,” (Y/n) responded, walking over to the door to hold it open for the secretary.

“Do be back for lunch.” Kirari called.

“Of course, president.” Sayaka nodded, provoking a hint of warmth in Kirari’s charming smile before she turned her back to the door to face the vice president who seemed to eye her intently as (Y/n) closed the door behind her.

They didn’t make it very far down the hall before Sayaka produced a fancy, black, hardcover notebook and held it out to (Y/n).

“I took the liberty of taking notes for you in your absence,” she explained, a small, sweet smile upon her lips.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have, thank you very much!” (Y/n) stared at the notebook with a pleasant warmth building in her chest. She accepted the notebook, accidentally brushing fingers with Sayaka in the process. Her breath caught in her throat as Sayaka’s hand caught her own instead of falling away once the notebook had left it. Her other hand reached up to cup the notebook from underneath when it became clear that (Y/n) was about to drop it.

“It was no trouble but, I’m glad you’re back.”

“Haha, well, one of the president’s conditions of the gamble was for me to go back to class. I guess I couldn’t really hide in the library forever though.” (Y/n) shrugged, trying to be nonchalant while fighting off the emotions bubbling just below the surface.

“You were in the library?” Sayaka looked perplexed as students walked around them, a few giving inquisitive looks as they passed but otherwise hurried to class. “I must have checked there at least three times.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yes,” Sayaka lightly squeezed (Y/n)’s hand and the notebook between her own, “I even spoke to that degenerate you sit next to, to see if they knew where you were. A useless conversation.”

“Why?” (Y/n) asked with a tremor in her voice, partially afraid of what Sayaka would say.

“I’ll be more than happy to explain at lunch, but we’re going to be late if we don’t start moving.” Sayaka pulled her hands away and motioned (Y/n) forward. (Y/n) fell into step beside Sayaka, heading to their classroom while her heart beat violently against her rib cage.

Upon entering the room mere moments before their teacher, Sayaka smiled kindly at (Y/n) before taking her seat. (Y/n) had her own dreamy look on her face that melted into a steady frown as she made her way to the back of the room and made eye contact with her sheepishly smiling friend.

(Y/n) plopped down in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

“Hey.”

(Y/n) ignored them, focusing her gaze on the front of the room.

“Come on, (Y/n). I told you I was sorry!” Tsubasa whispered, scooting closer, “You can have my notes if you want, you kinda missed a lot.”

“I don’t need them. Besides, you take shit notes.” (Y/n) grumbled.

“How about I let you punch me in the face? Trip me into the fountain outside? What if I buy my favorite ice cream and right before I get to taste it, you knock the cone out of my hand?”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but snort at the suggestion, covering her mouth with her hand and shying away from the look the teacher sent her way before resuming his lecture.

“I really am sorry you know. I’ve missed by best friend.”

“I’m still mad at you, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t miss you too.” (Y/n) simpered.

“Wanna join the crew at lunch? I’ll buy.”

“I can’t actually,” (Y/n)’s smile became a little regretful, “I kind of belong to the student council now so-“

“You what!?” Tsubasa yelled, their voice commanding the attention of the whole classroom, even Sayaka looked back with a raised brow.

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” The teacher spoke coldly.

“No, sorry!” They squeaked, sliding further down their chair.

“Great, try to pay attention, please,” the teacher turned back to his presentation, “Now where were we...”

“Shit.” They sighed under their breath.

“Nice one.” (Y/n) whispered back with a grin.

“Well what do you expect when you drop a bomb like that? What happened?”

“Shouldn’t you be quiet? You’re already on thin ice.”

“What’s the worst he can do, this school is fucked academically anyway. Tell me what you’re doing with the stuco.”

“Okay, just don’t scream... I gambled with the president,” (Y/n) paused, watching Tsubasa cover their mouth and bend over their desk with shock. It was clear they were trying very hard to keep it all together as the lecture continued. “I lost and as per our agreement I have to go to class and assist Igarashi-san with student council duties.”

“Oh my god!” They gasped,

looking between (Y/n) and the back of Sayaka’s head. “Don’t you see what this means?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me what you think it means,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, taking notes on the new slide of the presentation.

“What it means is you’ve earned yourself not one, but two potential girlfriends!” They grinned, flashing a  discrete peace sign.

“That’s not what it means at all.” (Y/n) deadpanned.

“Come on, (Y/n)! Since when does the president find interest in plebeians like us? And don’t you think Igarashi would have been absolutely livid to have the president’s attention on you and not herself? I mean, remember how snippy she was when Jabami first rose in prevalence?”

(Y/n) shook her head, “You’re being ridiculous. I’m probably only in Igarashi-san’s good graces because she knows about my feelings for her and it would stand to reason that she doesn’t have to worry about me taking her place or making moves on the president. And then the president! As if anyone knows why the president does any of the things she does. She was probably bored and thought it be funny to watch me make a fool of myself in front of Igarashi everyday.”

“Just you wait. You’ll be a part of their weird little role play before the month is out, I guarantee it.”

“Don’t say it like that! Also, it’s not gonna happen so drop it.” (Y/n) kicked at the exposed ankle across the lane.

“Do I smell a wager to be made?” Tsubasa smirked through the pain, rubbing their ankle.

“I only thing I smell is someone who needs to mind their own business and start taking notes, you degenerate.”

“Igarashi is rubbing off on you already I see.”

***

After four more hours of hushed interrogation, lunch period began. Sayaka waited for (Y/n) in the hallway and (Y/n) gave her troublesome friend a warning glance, daring them to say anything stupid.

“Hey, Igarashi. Take good care of (Y/n) now, okay?” Tsubasa dodged (Y/n)’s fist and waggled their eyebrows before dashing off to the cafeteria.

“Ignore them.” (Y/n) said, almost pleadingly.

“Right, shall we?” Sayaka motioned in the direction of the student council.

“Oh, is it alright if I grab something from the cafeteria first? I didn’t pack a lunch.” (Y/n) asked.

“No need, I’ve arranged for lunch to be catered to the student council room.” Sayaka explained, leading (Y/n) to the grand, wooden double doors.

Sayaka knocked before entering, holding the door open for (Y/n) to slip in before closing it once more.

“Excellent timing, a house pet arrived with lunch just a few minutes ago.” Kirari informed, moving to the parlor area of the large room.

“Shall I fix your tea, president?” Sayaka asked, already walking across the room to start the kettle.

“Yes, please do.” Kirari nodded before then focused in on (Y/n), standing awkwardly near the fish tank. “Come take a seat, (Y/n). Sayaka will join us soon.” Kirari smiled, gesturing to the lush armchair seated to the left of the loveseat where Kirari regally sat.

“Of course, thank you, president.” (Y/n) sat back in the cushioned chair and although it was the epitome of luxury, she kept her back rigid and both feet firmly planted on the ground, staring at her hands as she nervously picked at the edge of her skirt.

“Still so tense,” Kirari sighed, “What happened to my old maid partner over the weekend? I thought we had hit it off rather splendidly.”

“Oh! That reminds me...” (Y/n) dug her hand into her blazer pocket and fished out the joker card from last Friday, presenting it to Kirari, “I figured you would want this back.”

Kirari pulled one eyebrow up in amusement and reached forward. Much like she had done in the library, her fingers grasped passed the card and took hold of (Y/n)’s wrist. Her icy lips curled into an almost sinful smile as she tugged (Y/n) forward. Not enough to pull her from her seat, but enough to bend her closer with (Y/n)’s arm fully extended, held near Kirari’s knees. (Y/n)’s ears burned as Kirari leaned closer and blew directly into her ear, raising the heat tenfold.  (Y/n) had no escape from the close proximity as Kirari kept her wrist hostage.

“Thank you,” Kirari hummed, “Is this perhaps your way of suggesting we play again? I would happily indulge you for the right wager.”

“I, uh, um-“

“The tea is ready president.” Sayaka informed, placing the tea set in the middle of the table with a barely audible click.

(Y/n) noted the loosening of Kirari’s grip and used it as an opportunity to straighten back up and put as much space between her and the president as possible, but she feared it was already too late.

Sayaka’s shadow loomed over (Y/n) and she clenched her eyes shut. Sucking in a breath, she tried to prepare herself for the volts of electricity that were sure to come.

“(L/n)? Tea?”

(Y/n) slowly looked up at Sayaka, meeting her mildly concerned features before glancing down to Sayaka’s hands, noting the tea cup and dish that were held out to her.

(Y/n) blinked, thanking Sayaka and accepting the tea with shaky hands. She wasn’t going to get tazed? Sure, Kirari had been the instigator of the close contact, but (Y/n) had expected a murderous look at the very least regardless of who started it. Yet, here Sayaka stood before her, offering her tea looking as calm as can be.

“Sayaka, come sit with me.” Kirari implored, patting the spot beside her on the loveseat.

Sayaka moved with barely contained excitement and with her cheeks blushing faintly, she took her place right of the president.

(Y/n) smiled from behind her tea cup though her heart ached. They looked cute together, happy. Everyone in the academy had some inkling that the president and her secretary had some kind of relationship beyond their work on the council, but many assumed that Sayaka was being used. Simply a means to an end that would be discarded once the president grew tired of her. Based on how tenderly Kirari wiped a stray crumb from Sayaka’s beet red cheek, (Y/n) would have to disagree with her peers.

With the attentions of Kirari and Sayaka focused away from her, (Y/n) took the opportunity to eat her own lunch. Wherever Sayaka had catered from was really great. (Y/n) happily ate the food on her plate and enjoyed the fish swimming around the large aquarium, lost in her own world.

“Are we too dull to keep your interest, (Y/n)?” Kirari asked, piercing through the girl’s all too temporary peace. Sayaka peered over at her as well, whatever the intelligent eyes were searching for (Y/n) couldn’t guess.

“Not at all! I was just in my own little world, sorry! Did you need something?” (Y/n) sat stiffly in her chair once more, waiting anxiously for the president’s reply.

“Now that you mention it, there is something I need.” Kirari smirked lazily, a hand resting just below her lips. “Unfortunately now is not the time however. Not until I further discuss the details with Sayaka.”

Sayaka looked just as in the dark as (Y/n) was as to knowing what that meant, but she didn’t ask for any clarification on the matter. Trusting that her president would tell her what she saw fit when the time came.

“Just be more present with us. I want us to all be well acquainted and we can’t have that if you keep floating off.” Kirari added. (Y/n) nearly spat out her latest sip of tea when Kirari’s foot slowly dragged up her leg from her ankle to her calf before sliding back down and returning to its original position.

“Okay!” (Y/n) coughed. Some of her tea seemed to have gone down the wrong pipe.

(Y/n) was tense throughout the rest of the lunch period. Especially when the president seemed intent on making (Y/n) watch her feel up Sayaka. Okay, so it wasn’t like, explicit or anything but, still! By the end of the lunch period Kirari had pulled Sayaka close enough that she was practically sitting in her lap. Sayaka at least had the decency to look embarrassed but Kirari just kept talking to (Y/n) as if this was all normal behavior. And who knows, maybe for the president it was.

(Y/n) had never been more relieved to hear the warning bell in her life. She stood quickly, hitting her knees on the table as she did so. Luckily nothing had broken or spilled.

“I’ll just help clean this up quick then head off to class, is that okay?” (Y/n) winced, trying to discreetly rub her knees.

“Mm, that’s alright. A house pet will get it. You may head off to class. Sayaka and I have something to discuss,” Kirari ran her fingers through Sayaka’s ponytail, “be sure to come straight back here after classes let out.”

“Yes, president.” (Y/n) turned towards the door, counting down the seconds until she could breathe again.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes, (Y/n)...-san.” Sayaka called after her, still looking red. Perhaps even more so from addressing (Y/n) by her first name out of the blue.

“See you!” (Y/n) squeaked, feeling heat rise in her own cheeks. The president calling her by her first name hadn’t even affected her as strongly as it had when Sayaka just said it. Perhaps because Kirari didn’t seem the type to hold much stake in traditional formalities, but Sayaka certainly seemed the type. To call (Y/n) by her first name without asking her first, even with a formal honorific, it almost made (Y/n) swoon, as foolish as that may sound.

(Y/n) fumbled with the door handle and nearly knocked into the vice president by accident. With an apology quirk on her tongue she continued to walk briskly to her classroom.

“She sure left in a hurry.” Kirari hummed, resting her chin on Sayaka’s shoulder. Ignoring her sister flopping down on the couch. She may have been wearing a mask, but Ririka radiated exhaustion.

“I can’t say I blame her, president- Kirari, you were too... physical with your advances.” Sayaka replied, her hands reached up to cup her own cheeks in an attempt to cool them.

“I was just trying to be friendly, perhaps a little enticing, but how else would we let her know where we stand?”

“You’re moving too fast!” Sayaka exclaimed, “It hasn’t even been a full day since she has started interacting with both of us. You need to gradually work up to it, like with the Tower of Doors, like you did with me.”

“I seem to recall touching you just as much before the completion of the Tower, but perhaps you have a point. Should I be making (Y/n) a tower as well? I suppose it only seems fair.” Kirari looked as if she was already planning the schematics before Sayaka interjected, slightly panicked.

“No! No more towers. (Y/n) is smart, but as you have seen, she is not logical to the same degree as I, and you would most certainly kill her. I would not be able to bare it!”

“Oh, but how interesting it would be to test her mind to the limits.” Kirari spoke wistfully. “To have such an unconventional thought process for dealing with her problems. An irrational rationalism, rather oxymoronic, a paradox. Wouldn’t you say, Say-a-ka?”

“I don’t know why (Y/n) felt the need to touch a seemingly deadly cephalopod in an attempt to get out of answering a sensitive question, but you shouldn’t base a rule off of one experience. Stress has a way of making people do things they wouldn’t normally do. That being said, please don’t make her do anything dangerous.” Sayaka pleaded.

“My, so protective. I thought you said you only had a small crush on her before you met me.” Kirari teased, causing Sayaka to flounder about trying to find her words. “It’s alright, I can see the appeal.”

“The next class period is starting soon. What had you wanted to discuss with me?” Sayaka asked, hoping to derail the current topic of conversation.

“A gamble.” Kirari smiled.

“Ah, a gamble?” Sayaka sighed.

“Yes. I need something a little more stimulating than the election to keep me occupied,” Kirari turned to Ririka for the first time since she entered the room, “Perhaps my dear sister could play dealer for this little wager?”

“No.” Ririka deadpanned, the voice modulator giving the single word a bit more bite. “I love you Kirari, and you’re great Sayaka, but I’ve suffered enough watching you two dance around each other the better part of three years. I don’t want a front row seat to find out how you plan to add a third person into your dynamic.”

“No need to be so pretentious. All you needed to say was that you’re too busy trying to woo Saotome to help your poor, little sister.” Kirari shot back with light theatrics.

“I’m too busy trying to woo Mary to help you, yet again, with your own love life.” Ririka said, fishing her phone out of her skirt pocket to check a text before standing up. “Speaking of, Mary needs me.”

“That girl has changed you. Sometimes I worry it’s for the worse.” Kirari’s words poked at her sister’s retreating figure, hoping to get a rise out of her. She found that she quite liked trying to get under Ririka’s skin now that she had grown a bit of a backbone. Ririka did not give her the satisfaction though, opting to just flat out ignore her sister as she exited the student council room.

“So cold.” Kirari giggled.

“President, Kirari, the gamble?” Sayaka asked trying to get her back on track. She had less than two minutes to get to class now.

“Yes, here is what I have in mind...”

***

“What, you can’t go home now either? (Y/n), that is just tragic.” Tsubasa sympathized, patting (Y/n) on the back until (Y/n) slapped their hand away.

“Knock it off. All I need to do is follow the president and Igarashi-san around for an hour or two while the president gambles. Maybe fetch some things along the way. How hard can it be?”

“(Y/n)-san, are you ready?”

(Y/n) jumped when Sayaka came up behind her and turned swiftly in her direction, “Sure thing, Igarashi-san!”

“Bye (Y/n),” Tsubasa crooned with a mischievous grin, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“What are you even talking about? You know what, I don’t want to know.” (Y/n) waved them off and moved to fall in step beside Sayaka, following her to the student council room.

The halls had vacated rather quickly after school hours. Students usual were in a rush to get to the gambling dens or go home. Of course there was a small population that participated in extracurriculars as well, but in this school such things were of little importance.

After Sayaka and (Y/n) turned the first corner, the lingering voices from their classroom faded further into the background until all they could hear was their shoes clipping in near synchronization against the floor.

“Just Sayaka is fine.”

“Huh?” (Y/n) turned her head to face Sayaka, noting the flush of her cheeks as they continued walking.

“I have referred to you by your first name so you may call me Sayaka, I don’t mind.” She elaborated, still looking straight ahead.

“Oh! Sure, thank you, um, Sayaka-san.” (Y/n) stuttered out. Before long, her expression looked just as bashful as Sayaka’s. Never would she have dreamed that she and Sayaka would be on a first name basis! (Y/n) was already on a high from that objectively small step towards familiarity when Sayaka did something that nearly sent (Y/n) into cardiac arrest. She held her hand.

(Y/n)’s neck jerked from Sayaka’s pink face to their conjoined hands several times within the first few seconds of the unsuspected contact, her voice was strangled by her vocal chords allowing only the most pitiful confused squeaks to surface until she quickly clamped her own mouth shut with her free hand.

“I’m sorry, I have poor circulation. Y-you don’t mind warming my hand for a minute, do you?” Sayaka’s delivery was almost smooth, but even if she hadn’t fumbled with the line, the look on her face was anything but calm and confident.

“You’re fine!” (Y/n) winced internally. She sounded much too enthusiastic and spoke much too quick. Sayaka was going to think she was a creep for sure now. But no, Sayaka did not seem overly bothered by the quick reply. She actually seemed, relieved?

“We never did get to talk about why I was looking for you over lunch.” Sayaka stated, seemingly content to carry on a conversation while their hands swayed between them with each step.

“No, I suppose we didn’t.” (Y/n) replied. Her heart twinged, thinking back on how close Sayaka and the president had been. She needed to remind herself not to get her hopes up about Sayaka, even if she was currently threading her fingers between (Y/n)’s own.

“You must know by now that I saw the broadcast, Midari’s gamble.”

(Y/n) swallowed audibly, hoping desperately that her hand wouldn’t start sweating. “I figured as much. But the president did tell me that.”

“I see. Well, I wanted to talk to you about what you said. About your truth. I needed to talk with the president about it first of course. Then by the time we had it sorted out, it had been a few days and I had already noticed you hadn’t been in class at all so I had started looking for you. I wanted to tell you—“

“Don’t worry about it!” (Y/n) cut in with a forced smile, “I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?” Sayaka asked, (Y/n) almost believed that the secretary had gripped her hand harder just then, but quickly pushed the thought away. Chalking it up to more wishful thinking.

“Yeah, I knew I never had a chance. I was actually kind of hoping you just wouldn’t bring it up, but knowing you, I should've guessed you would want to follow the rules of etiquette and reject me formally.” (Y/n) had said, struggling to keep the melancholy out of her tone.

“(Y/n),” Sayaka actually looked rather pained, but the expression was lost on (Y/n) as the other girl tried to distract herself by looking out the windows they passed. “That’s not what I-“

“There you two are. Having fun without me I see.” Sayaka and (Y/n) whipped their heads forward, watching Kirari walking towards them as the student council room doors closed behind her with a dull thud. “Need I remind you that there are gambles that require my attention?” Kirari smirked lightly.

Sayaka looked momentarily torn before finally addressing her president. “I apologize president. I hadn’t realized we were running late.”

“Oh, you weren’t. I’m just feeling antsy today I suppose.” Kirari shrugged her shoulders lackadaisically before making a show of noticing Sayaka and (Y/n)’s connected hands. “My, I hope I wasn’t intruding on anything just now. Look how close you two are already. I think I might even be jealous.” Kirari said, her soft smirk never once faltered as her glacial eyes pinned the underclassmen in place.

“She said her hand was cold is all!” (Y/n) quickly explained, and although her hold on Sayaka’s hand slackened, the secretary did not take the invitation to remove her hand. “You’re more than welcome to take my place. I’m sure she’d prefer your company anyway.”

“I see,” Kirari’s eyes drifted over Sayaka for a moment, “Unfortunately, I suffer from the same ailment. In fact, I’d argue I’m worse off than Sayaka in that regard. I hadn’t realized you would be so valuable, (Y/n),” Kirari closed the distance between them, surprising (Y/n) by slipping her hand into (Y/n)’s free one. “Mm, yes, I could get used to this.”

If (Y/n) thought Sayaka’s hand was cool to the touch, Kirari’s was literal ice. Were the rumors of her being a vampire true? My god, her hand was down right freezing maybe the blue coloring of her nails wasn’t even polish.

“Well then, the gambling hall awaits. Not that I care to appease the masses, but Sayaka insists I entertain the delusions of the smaller fish.” Kirari sighed.

“I want to see you come out on top of this election, president. Every vote counts.” Sayaka stated matter-of-factly.

(Y/n) just stared blankly ahead as they strolled down the hall, occasionally looking down at her hands, each encompassed by the hands of the president and her secretary who continued to talk around her. She would have pinched herself if she had a free hand to do so.

Before they entered the den, Sayaka and Kirari disengaged, breaking (Y/n) from her trance just in time for (Y/n) to tune into the president’s words now directed at her.

“I do hope you have a vivid imagination, (Y/n). I can’t fathom that any of these matches will be particularly entertaining to watch.”

Sayaka looked the slightest bit irked by the president’s behavior, but it was very subtle. Especially when devotion and loyalty always seemed to shine most prominently when she looked at her. Sayaka motioned (Y/n) to open the left side of the double doors while Sayaka herself opened the right, allowing Kirari to saunter right in. Any ambient noise that they had heard before died instantly upon the president’s entry.

The trio made their way to the back, center table and Sayaka pulled out the vacant chair that would serve as Kirari’s throne for the evening. Kirari sat gracefully, hooking one knee over the other she smiled down at the students who had already gathered around the free seats before connecting eyes with the election committee member who would serve as their dealer.

“Let us not waste anymore time. What are we playing tonight?” Kirari asked. (Y/n) could only see her side profile from where she stood beside Sayaka, but she swore those endlessly blue eyes were glowing.

***

Despite Kirari’s warning, (Y/n) found she was not bored at all. Kirari was a gambling beast. Claiming vote after vote until none remained and the room was quiet for a whole other reason, everyone had left, dejected and voteless.

“Another clean sweep Momobami-san. I’ll be sure to process the votes before the updated rankings come out tomorrow.” Inaho informed.

“I see. Thank you for your diligence.” Kirari replied offhandedly as she rose from her seat. “Sayaka, is my car waiting out front?”

“Of course, president.” Sayaka nodded.

“Let’s be on our way then.”

(Y/n) walked with them until they reached the school gate. Expecting to go their separate ways from there, but when she made to continue past the expensive black car, Kirari stopped her.

“I hope you weren’t planning on waking home. It’s already quite late you know.”

“I always walk home, actually. It’s really not that far. I’ll be fine.” (Y/n) assured.

“If you live so close then come with us. I’ll have the driver drop you off.” Kirari left no room for argument, cementing her position by waving (Y/n) into the doorway Sayaka had pulled open.

“If you insist...” (Y/n) crawled in and sat at the far end of the car. She was amazed at how spacious it was in there and how soft the seats were. The vehicle also still had that new car smell, (Y/n) vaguely wondered if the Momobamis just bought a new car every week.

Kirari crawled in soon after her, followed by Sayaka closing the door tightly behind her. The secretary signaled the driver before pushing a button that closed the privacy window, blocking the driver’s view of them in the back seat.

(Y/n) tilted her head to look out the window however, her jaw was quickly snapped up between icy fingers, pulling her vision back to the interior of the car.

“Not this again.” Kirari tutted, keeping her hold on (Y/n)’s jaw, “Sayaka and I are right here. Surely you could spare us a few minutes of your attention.”

“Sorry.” (Y/n) gulped, feeling the icy fingers slide down her cheeks to her neck before pulling away. Staring at the two of them, their eyes, it was like being caught between the deepest depths of the sea and the furthest reaches of outer space. It was intense, who could blame (Y/n) for trying to look away.

“Ah,” Kirari startled (Y/n) by leaning fully against her side, resting her cheek fully against (Y/n)’s shoulder, “what a dull evening this has turned out to be. It’s only Monday as well.”

(Y/n) felt more weight press her a tad further against the car door and saw Sayaka lean against Kirari in turn like the three of them were toppled dominos.

“Keep pushing on president. The weekend will come faster than you think.” Sayaka assured, reaching one arm over Kirari to cover (Y/n)’s hand that was picking at the hem of her skirt, stilling the movement and further confusing the poor girl.

“Mm, but do I have anything to look forward to this weekend dear Say-a-ka?” Kirari playfully tapped Sayaka’s nose for each syllable of her name, causing the secretary’s nose to scrunch cutely.

“Well, that’s the gamble, isn’t it?” Sayaka answered back, her eyes shifted to meet (Y/n)’s as of trying to convey something to her.

“Mm, I suppose you’re right.” Kirari agreed, joining Sayaka’s hand over (Y/n)’s.

“What gamble? Is it for the election?” (Y/n) asked, dipping a metaphorical toe into the conversation. Even if Kirari seemed to want her attention, that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted her commentary. She still didn’t know where she was supposed to fit in this new role. Kirari, however, seemed pleased with her query.

“No, it’s a separate affair. I’m looking forward to seeing how it plays out. Sayaka rarely indulges me when it comes to such things. Tell me, (Y/n),” Kirari’s eyes glinted, “which of us do you think will come out on top?”

“Kirari!” Sayaka scolded halfheartedly.

(Y/n) felt her cheeks prickle with heat. Was that supposed to be an innuendo or did Sayaka simply want to keep the gamble to themselves? She wasn’t sure. Still, it would be unwise to drop the subject when the president was so clearly waiting for an answer.

“I’m afraid I’m not sure, president.” (Y/n) answered diplomatically. “What are you gambling for, if I may ask?”

“That, dear (Y/n),” Kirari drew in close, “is a secret for another time.”

(Y/n) gulped at the proximity then sighed when Kirari pulled back to play with Sayaka’s ponytail. She was somehow both relieved and disappointed to have her own space back.

“It appears we’ve reached your destination.” Kirari spoke as the car came to a smooth stop at the curb. “Be sure to get a good night’s sleep. Don’t think Sayaka and I hadn’t noticed the dark circles under your eyes.”

“Yes, please sleep well (Y/n).” Sayaka echoed, earning a chuckle from Kirari.

“You also sleep too little for my liking. Don’t think I forgot about that ‘accidental’ phone call at four in the morning last week.” Kirari taunted lightly.

“Kirari!” Sayaka covered her eyes, embarrassed.

“I’ll try to get some sleep.” (Y/n) smiled, stepping out of the car. She bent over to look back in, “Thank you for the ride. Good night, sleep well. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

(Y/n) stood straight up and closed the car door. She walked to the curb outside her house and waved at the car as it picked up speed and disappeared down the road.

No one else was home. They were either out working or out on business retreats or cocktail parties so the first thing (Y/n) did upon entering her home was yell about the fucking weird turn her life was taking.

***

It was Friday and (Y/n) felt like she had aged thirty years in the last four days. For some reason beyond her comprehension, Sayaka and Kirari had become even more... touchy, since Monday. Every touch, especially from Kirari, seemed methodical. Like they were trying to provoke a certain reaction from (Y/n). What kind, she wasn’t sure. But they would often say some sweet words and get way too close to (Y/n)’s face. Close enough that if (Y/n) didn’t keep her wits about her, she was worried she’d close the short distance and kiss one of them.

“I don’t know what they’re making you do over there in that council room, but I think you need to ask for a vacation or something because you look like shit.” Tsubasa had lovingly told (Y/n) during class.

“I don’t know what they’re trying to do to me.” (Y/n) groaned, rubbing her palms harshly against her eyes.

“What are they doing to you?”

“I don’t even know how to explain. ‘Don’t think I want to.” (Y/n) leaned further into her desk.

“They’re trying to seduce you already, huh?” Tsubasa grinned.

“No!” (Y/n) hissed back. “Stop saying stuff like that!”

“Well, whatever’s going on, you clearly need a break.”

“I would love a break, but in case you forgot, I pretty much sold my soul to the president for the rest of high school. It doesn’t seem like an option.”

“I have an idea. What if you just, broke your legs?” Tsubasa suggested, looking pleased with themself. (Y/n) frowned at them, unimpressed.

“How the hell would that help?”

“Bed rest. Can’t really follow them around all day with broken legs now can you?”

“They’d probably get me a wheelchair. It’s make more sense to fake having tuberculosis or something. Rather than actually break my own legs.”

“Oh now you’re all about self preservation. Where did octopus girl go?” Tsubasa mocked jokingly. (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“That’s it!”

(Y/n) and Tsubasa jumped in their seats and all their classmates swiveled in their seats to look back at them. Their algebra teacher seemed to have finally had enough of their little conversation.

“(L/n)-san, can you tell me what I just said?”

“No sir, I apologize.” (Y/n) quickly replied, heat crawling up her neck and settling in her cheeks.

“That’s what I thought,” the teacher shook his head despondently before switching his gaze to Tsubasa who looked largely unaffected, “I’m not even going to ask you. I need both of you to stay after class.”

“But, but lunch!” Tsubasa cried, their expression turned on a dime.

“It won’t take long. Everyone else may leave a few minutes early so we can have the classroom to ourselves.”

(Y/n) watched everyone else get up to leave. Her eyes caught Sayaka’s and she felt even more embarrassed at the sympathetic wave she gave her before following the rest of the class out of the door.

***

“Man, that teacher had no chill today, huh?” Tsubasa grinned when they finally came out of the classroom.

“Yeah, now I’m late. Thanks for making me suffer through that talk.” (Y/n)’s frown deepened.

“It’s about time honestly. I was starting to think he had a bias against me.”

“My work shows I’m learning something. You never get above a ‘D’, so of course he’d be more pissed at you.” (Y/n) looked up at the clock on the wall and noted the time,  “I’ve got to get to the student council room. I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, maybe we should get in trouble more often. I hardly get to see you these days.”

“I’d really rather not make a habit of getting chewed out by teachers. I got to go.” (Y/n) called over her shoulder, already making her way to the student council room. When she arrived, the door was already partly ajar and she heard Sayaka and Kirari talking to each other.

“Time is running out for our little gamble Sayaka. At our current standings it appears that we both may lose.”

(Y/n) paused just out of sight. She had forgotten about Sayaka and Kirari’s secret gamble. With a wave of curiosity flowing through her she stood quietly, waiting to see if she could hear anything else about the wager.

“You do like a challenge, Kirari. I can’t imagine she could hold out much longer though. I’m sure (Y/n) would have kissed me yesterday if you had not sent Midari to interfere.”

(Y/n) knew what Sayaka was referring to instantly. Yesterday, she and Sayaka had paused to sit at the fountain in the courtyard. Sayaka had told (Y/n) she had something in her hair and combed her fingers through it, smiling tenderly all the while. They had been so close, then Midari ran up and belly flopped into the shallow waters, dousing her fellow Sazanka classmates with it. (Y/n) never would have thought Sayaka had actually wanted to kiss her before that moment.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kirari giggled, “Besides, (Y/n) and I have had a few close encounters ourselves. It’s anyone’s game.”

(Y/n) was in shock. We’re they really trying to make her kiss on of them for a gamble? Her blood began to boil. Was this all just some funny game to them? They knew about her feelings for Sayaka, they had to be making fun of her.

(Y/n) roughly gripped the door handle and swung the door open, startling Sayaka, but Kirari simply looked back with a raised brow and an amused smile.

“I don’t care that I have to be a secretary to a secretary for the rest of my days at this academy, but I refuse to be played with like this!” (Y/n) shot angrily. “Oh, (Y/n)’s so pathetic and desperate! Let’s see if we can get her to kiss one of us so we can laugh about it later!” (Y/n) mocked. “Well, I refuse to be walked over like this.”

“Oh, (Y/n)! It’s not like that I swear!” Sayaka pleaded, stepping towards (Y/n) only for the other girl to step away from her.

“(Y/n),” Kirari singsonged, “you are talking about things you do not fully understand. Come sit so we can discuss this and shed some clarity on the situation.”

“No!” (Y/n) clenched her firsts tightly against her sides. “I need some time to myself.”

“(Y/n), wait!” Sayaka called after her, but (Y/n) was already darting out the door and jogging down the hall.

She kept going, slipping out a side exit and headed to one of the back trails of the school forest. As she continued on, she happened upon a small pond, filled with algae. There was a large flat bolder at the shore that looked about just as good a place as any to host a mental breakdown so she sat there, pulling her knees to her chest. (Y/n) sat there looking at a frog that rested half submerged in the duckweed and algae. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket but she ignored it.

“Fuck school.” She muttered to herself. She was sure it was a text from Kirari. Lunch period had ended ten minutes ago and she was supposed to be in class right now. “I’m taking a vacation day.”

Something startled the frog and it dipped under the water, leaving the duckweed to swirl above the disturbed surface. Then a body came into (Y/n)’s peripheral and sat beside her on the boulder and she jerked her head to fully take in the invader.

“Vice president.” (Y/n) stared at the upperclassman, startled by her ghostly presence “What are you doing here?”

“Kirari tasked me with retrieving you and returning you to your studies.” Ririka’s voice crackled beneath the mask.

“I see. I can’t say I’m surprised, it was part of the deal after all.” (Y/n) frowned pensively.

“It was too easy to find you. Now we will just have to stay here for awhile. I could use a nap.”

(Y/n) stared at the vice president, her mouth slightly agape while she watched the masked girl lay back against the rock. Ririka laced her fingers over her stomach and released a relaxed breath. Though through the modulator it sounded more like a ghostly moan.

“You aren’t going to make me go back?” (Y/n) asked.

“Not yet, making Kirari wait should be a more than fitting punishment for being such an idiot.”

“Hh... huh?” (Y/n) didn’t know what to think about any of this. Was she seriously hanging out with the vice president now? Listening to her call the most terrifying person in the school an idiot?

“She has a uniquely awful way of dealing with her feelings that is simply exhausting. I thought once she and Sayaka got together she’d smarten up a bit, but Sayaka continues to indulge in her nonsense.” Ririka looked up at (Y/n) through the black mesh that covered her eyes, “They really do like you, you know.”

“You must be mistaken, vice president.” (Y/n) shook her head, a humorless laugh bubbled past her lips. “It’s all just for some stupid gamble.”

“I never said they were good at conveying it in a way that makes sense.” Ririka shrugged. “Kirari’s idea of a love letter to Sayaka was a five story tower that came with a four out of five chance of death. You should feel relieved that they dialed it back for you.”

“I don’t understand. I heard them talking. It was all for a gamble to see who could make me kiss them.”

“Did you hear what the wager was?” Ririka asked.

“No, but does it really matter?” (Y/n) sighed, looking back out at the pond.

“The winner would get to go out on a date with you first and the loser would have to pay for it.”

(Y/n) stared down at Ririka incredulously.

“Believe me, I know it makes no sense. They both intend to date you, but they don’t seem to know how to go about asking.”

“But, aren’t they already dating each other? I don’t...” (Y/n) went quiet, trying to piece it all together. Her head was starting to hurt.

“It all started during the tournament. We noticed Sayaka was agitated watching the event, but we really didn’t understand why until the octopus round. Kirari wouldn’t let it go, of course. So she finally got Sayaka to admit that she had a crush on you before meeting her.” Ririka recalled.

“Then they spent the following couple days talking about that, and about the possibility of inviting you to join them on a date and then, yeah, you see where that all spiraled off to.”

“That’s... they really like me like that?” (Y/n) whispered.

“Yes, you have my condolences.” Ririka’s phone rumbled in her pocket and she took it out to check it. (Y/n)’s phone rumbled not too long after.

While Ririka read her sister’s text, (Y/n) read her own.

Five new messages

12:14pm

President Momobami: (Y/n), I hope you aren’t planning on backing out on our agreement. I will give you one class period of reprieve, then you must get back to class. We will talk after school.

12:15pm

Igarashi Sayaka: (Y/n), where are you? I’m so sorry, but I swear it’s not what you think.

12:18pm

Igarashi Sayaka: I’m worried about you. Please come back.

12:19pm

Igarashi Sayaka: Please talk to me. At least let me know that you’re okay.

1:02pm

TsuBAKA: where r u? Igarashi looks feral lmao but srsly what u up to?

(Y/n) sighed and turned off her phone without answering any of the messages.

“It’s time to head back, (L/n)-san.” Ririka stood and stretched, “Please don’t make me drag you back as the president suggests.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) scooted off the boulder and smoothed her skirt into place, “thank you for explaining everything to me, Veep. I’m still kind of worked up, but this really helped.”

“When you work as closely with the president as I do, damage control becomes second nature.” Ririka deadpanned.

When they made their way back into the building it was within the five minute break between class periods. (Y/n) waved goodbye to Ririka before walking into her classroom where students were quietly talking amongst themselves. Immediately she heard a desk chair screech harshly against the floor and she looked up just in time to see Sayaka push her right back out the door. She took her by the hand and pulled her down the hall and turned the corner to a more secluded hallway.

“Ah!” (Y/n) gasped when Sayaka pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer my texts?” Sayaka scolded. “We really need to talk.”

“And we will,” (Y/n) pulled back from the hug a bit, “but first we better finish the school day. I’m already on thin ice for violating my contract with the president for one class period.”

“Don’t worry. She understands, we both do,” Sayaka took (Y/n)’s hands in hers, “But before we have to sit through another three class periods, I want to tell you how sorry I am. I promise it’s not what you thought, we just went about it in an entirely inappropriate way and I promise you I’ll do everything I can to make it right!” Sayaka proclaimed, growing steadily louder with each word, making (Y/n) wince, but also smile a small, appreciative smile nonetheless.

“Thank you, Sayaka. You’re well on your way to fulfilling that promise already.” (Y/n) lightly squeezed Sayaka’s hands before letting them go, making the secretary blush. “The teacher will be in soon, better get back to class.”

“Right.” Sayaka followed (Y/n) back into the classroom. Taking her seat, she had finally taken notice of the drumming of her heart. At least (Y/n) didn’t seem as devastated as she had when she stormed out of the student council room, but now she was worried for a whole other reason. Would (Y/n) still be interested in her after all of this, or was it all too much for her?

“What was that all about? Trouble in your office role play?”

“Shut up, Tsubasa.”

***

The classes dragged on and on. When they were finally done, all (Y/n) really wanted to do was go home and sleep the weekend away, but life had other plans.

Sayaka watched (Y/n) gather her belongings intently. As if she was afraid (Y/n) would disappear if she withdrew her gaze. With one last annoying look from Tsubasa, (Y/n) approached Sayaka and they made their way to the student council room together. Sayaka’s mind was whirring with the proper sentiments to convey to her classmate, yet she held her tongue. Deciding it would be best to do so with the president by her side.

Upon entering the room, they saw Kirari gazing into her aquarium. She was seemingly too lost to hear them enter, but of course someone like Kirari Momobami was never one to be caught off guard. Kirari turned to face her underclassmen, offering a slight smile.

“(Y/n), what a pleasant surprise. Are you done with your tantrum?” Kirari teased, much to Sayaka’s chagrin.

“President!” Sayaka warned, cheeks red.

“That depends,” (Y/n) crossed her arms, “are you going to explain yourselves?” (Y/n) doubted that the vice president would lie to her, but to hear it directly from the horse’s mouth would make her feel much more secure.

“Explanations,” Kirari sighed, moving to stand in front of (Y/n), “I don’t do explanations. Not in anyway that makes sense, at least, according to Sayaka,” smile never changing she turned her head to Sayaka, “perhaps you could explain the logistics of it, Sayaka?”

“I should have expected as much,” Sayaka grumbled lightly, earning a chuckle from Kirari. She took (Y/n) by the hand and sat her down on the large, plush couch nearby before taking a seat next to her, “(Y/n) in order to keep this as simple as possible, I’m going to be very brief. I’ll be happy to answer any questions once I present our case.” Sayaka spoke as if she was getting ready to do a presentation.

“Mm, so methodical.” Kirari hummed, taking the empty seat on (Y/n)’s other side, making their thighs touch despite the ample space left on the furniture. Sayaka ignored her and began her explanation.

“The president... Kirari and I, want to date you. Kirari came up with the idea that whichever one of us you kissed first would get to take you out somewhere first while the other had to pay and stay home. It wasn’t our intention to hurt you. We really should have just asked you like the vice president suggested. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m confused,” (Y/n) started, trying to ignore how Kirari kept dancing the fingers of one of her hands up and down (Y/n)’s thigh, presumably out of boredom, “If you both want to date me, why wouldn’t you just... why was the gamble a one or the other thing? Why wouldn’t you both get to go?”

Kirari’s fingers stopped tapping and Sayaka’s face drew a blank. (Y/n) took the silence as a sign to keep going.

“Like, okay, say this somehow worked and one of you took me out on a date. Then what? Did you think you could just... switch off? Were you actually planning to approach me about polygamy or was it supposed to be some kind of surprise? And doesn’t it sound backwards to kiss before we actually start dating anyway?”

“We hadn’t thought about that.” They answered in comical unison after a few moments of dead air silence.

“Wow, now I understand why the vice president is so tired.” (Y/n) released a laugh of disbelief, “You two are kind of hopeless, no offense.”

“I would advise you watch your tongue, (Y/n),” Kirari shifted her weight to loom over (Y/n) with their faces inches apart, “I had previously chosen to ignore your insubordination earlier, but if you’re going to tempt me, a punishment may be in order after all.”

“Here is the new gamble,” Kirari continued, eyes gleaming, “kiss Sayaka, and she wins, kiss me, and I win. Whoever loses still has to pay for the excursion, but gets to tag along. Of course, you could choose to walk out the door if you so desire. Just keep in mind that I technically own you.”

“Kirari! You can’t just coerce her like that! We already failed with the first gamble attempt. I’m all gambled out, can we not push (Y/n) further away please?” Sayaka pleaded.

“I’ll do it.” (Y/n) shrugged, standing up from her seat and turning to face the other two girls still on the couch.

“You... you will?” Sayaka asked. She really couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, can you two stand up, please.”

“My, (Y/n). I must say I didn’t expect you to take the bait after our misunderstanding earlier,” Kirari stood up, poised as ever, “I’m excited to witness your choice.”

(Y/n) stared between her two choices, eyeing their expressions, their body language, for any last second tells that this was all just a dream or a cruel prank and found nothing. She took in a deep breath and nodded to herself.

“President.”

“Yes?” Kirari smirked. She hardly moved forward before (Y/n) stopped her.

“Could you lean down a little? A little more... great.” (Y/n) cupped Kirari’s left cheek and startled Sayaka by cupping the secretary’s right cheek. She pushed the duo’s heads together until they were cheek to burning cheek and angled their surprisingly pliant faces until they were more or less kissing each other awkwardly with the corner of their lips. With one quick look at her handy work, (Y/n) hummed and leaned in. It was hard to do so with so many noses in the way, but she tilted her head back and managed to land a chaste kiss on both the icy blue and glossy pink lips before her.

“Ha, bet you weren’t expecting that now, were you?” (Y/n) pulled back with a grin. It hadn’t been a sexy first kiss, but it was going to be a memorable one, that was for sure.

After a beat of silence, Kirari began to laugh. Sayaka smiled beneath the hand she had brought up to her lips.

“So now what happens?” (Y/n) asked, feeling a bit smug for finding some kind of loophole in the gamble, until- “MMPH!”

Kirari’s lips met (Y/n)’s fervently and just as quickly as she descended, she pulled back just a hair to speak, her lips brushed against (Y/n)’s now quivering ones with each word. “That’s the best part, (Y/n),” Kirari paused for a kitten lick at the corner of (Y/n)’s lips, “You see, we had discussed what we would do if you had decided to play us both in our original gamble. Since Sayaka and I have both won, we choose what we will do together, the three of us, and you will pay.”

“What!?” (Y/n) felt sweat slide down her cheek, swearing she could hear it sizzle out once it came into contact with the heated flesh. Her tongue darted out of her mouth of its own volition to taste the tacky flavor of the blue lipstick residue Kirari had left on her lips. Kirari was going to kiss her like that and then try to pull a fast one on her like that? “You can’t do that! That was the previous gamble! The rules changed when you presented this new version of it to me!”

“Perhaps you should have asked me what would happen in the event of a tie then. I had decided your punishment would be for me to withhold the trivial information about ties.” Kirari smirked, running her fingers through (Y/n)’s hair. “If it makes you feel any better, your solution was still a bit of a surprise. We had only accounted for you kissing each of us behind the other’s back, not kissing us at the same time. Had you tried to be secretive in your advances, Sayaka and I would have had a lovely night to ourselves at your expense.”

“Oh that’s such—!” (Y/n)’s jaw was pulled to the side and her lips were captured by someone else. This kiss was much softer, and lasted a tad longer. When Sayaka pulled back

(Y/n) had forgotten how she was going to cuss out Kirari, which was probably a blessing.

“I know it was an absolute mess to get to this point, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m so glad Midari came up with that idiotic gambling event.” Sayaka smiled, resting her forehead against (Y/n)’s arm.

“Yes, this has been quite the interesting development. I’m looking forward to seeing how this turns out,” Kirari added, speaking more as if this was a science experiment rather than a major change in a relationship dynamic with not just (Y/n), but Sayaka as well.

“You two are so fucking weird.” (Y/n) laughed breathlessly, swinging an arm around both of them to hug them close, “You’re both lucky I like you guys so much.”

“You’re lucky you piqued my interest or you would find yourself as a house pet before you could say mittens.” Kirari easily replied.

“Get along you two. Can we not just enjoy the moment?” Sayaka sighed.

“Are we not getting along? I thought we were doing just fine.” Kirari asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“Sorry Sayaka.” (Y/n) apologized sheepishly, hesitantly resting her cheek on the top of Sayaka’s head.

The door to the council room clicked open and Sayaka and (Y/n) startled and moved away from their little group huddle.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Kirari smirked as she watched her sister come in and close the door behind her. “Look Ririka,” Kirari spoke, a hint of excitement audible in her tone as she pulled Sayaka and (Y/n) back to her body, “I’ve got two girlfriends. That’s 200% more girlfriends than you possess.”

Ririka rolled her eyes beneath her mask. “Godspeed, (L/n)-san.”

“You always tell me how unconventional-“

“The word I used was convoluted.” Ririka interjected, (Y/n) snorted.

“But it obviously works,” Kirari continued on, not at all discouraged, “if you need me to set you and Saotome up with something I’ll gladly offer you my expertise.”

“Entirely unnecessary. Besides, if Mary so much as smelled you anywhere near the vicinity of where we were, she wouldn’t be happy about it to say the least.”

“Have it your way, dear sister,” Kirari  shrugged, looping her arms with Sayaka and (Y/n)’s, “we three have much to discuss for our outing tomorrow so we’ll be on our way. I’ll see you when you decide to come home.” Ririka waved dismissively while Kirari guided Sayaka and (Y/n) out the large double doors.

“But, election gambles!” Sayaka’s reminder went ignored.

“Wait, sisters?” Ririka heard (Y/n) ask as the trio left the room and she shook her head. Ririka’s phone buzzed and she checked the text and smiled.

3:32pm

Mary: Hey dumb dumb, done talking to evil incarnate yet? I’d like to get to that movie before the previews start.

3:32pm

Ririka: omw <3️🏻

***

Saturday came and (Y/n) prayed for her bank account. She was far better off financially than a scholarship student, but she wasn’t Momobami level rich. She still couldn’t believe she had to pay after all of that nonsense. She waited outside of her house, casually dressed as per Sayaka’s instructions. When a familiar sleek, black car pulled up to her she got in and was warmly greeted by her dates.

“Alright,” (Y/n) smiled nervously, “what have you two decided on for today?”

“We’re going to drive to the ocean, have lunch at a lovely local bistro, and then walk along the beach. Isn’t that right Kirari?” Sayaka leveled a look at Kirari that screamed no funny business.

“Yes,” Kirari sighed, “I wanted to go to the moon again, but Sayaka wouldn’t agree to it.”

“T... to the moon, again.” (Y/n) slowly parroted. She turned to Sayaka and shared her gratitude to the secretary with a light kiss on the cheek and a whispered thanks for rescuing her trust fund.

Lunch was great, a lovely view of the ocean from the outdoor deck they were dining on. They shared bites of their meals together, talked and laughed. They had a wonderful time and (Y/n) was surprised by the normalcy she felt sitting there with Kirari and Sayaka.

Then they walked on the beach, feeling the sand squish and grind between their toes. (Y/n) carried both hers and Sayaka’s shoes with one hand while the other was entangled with Sayaka’s fingers. Sayaka’s other hand was held by Kirari as the lightly swung their hands with each step. Eventually they slowed down and found a nice place to sit for awhile and watch the waves with some ice cream from a nearby vendor. After their rest, they continued walking along the shore, looking for neat shells and rocks.

As the sky turned pink, they watched how the sun seemed to get swallowed by the sea and they took that as their sign to start heading back home. They made their way back up to the nearest sidewalk where their driver was already waiting for them and piled into the car, giggling and recapping their favorite moments of the day.

They were about halfway home when Sayaka fell asleep. The car being as spacious as it was, allowed for the secretary to be maneuvered so that her head rested in (Y/n)’s lap and Kirari could move to sit on (Y/n)’s other side to leave room for Sayaka’s legs. Kirari and (Y/n) continued to talk quietly together. (Y/n) yawned, prompting Kirari to pull (Y/n)’s head into her chest.

“Sleep,” Kirari soothed, cool fingers rested against (Y/n)’s hairline, “I’ll wake you upon our arrival.”

(Y/n) nodded against Kirari’s chest and dozed off. Allowing the smooth motions and gentle whirring sounds of the car, as well as the even beats of Kirari’s heart, to lull her to sleep.

Kirari watched the blurred city lights come into view from the far window of the car. Her left hand lightly massaged (Y/n)’s scalp while her right held Sayaka’s. The younger girl had a cute habit of sleeping with her hands near her face, sometimes going as far to completely cover her nose and mouth. Kirari often wondered how she could even breathe like that. Kirari chuckled quietly and raised Sayaka’s hand to her lips, giving a kiss before lowering it again gently, the movement stirred Sayaka, but ultimately she remained asleep, snuggling further into (Y/n)’s lap.

Next, she rested her face in (Y/n)’s hair, inhaling the newer scent that seemed to compliment her own and Sayaka’s so well. She could really get used to this. Kirari pressed a kiss in (Y/n)’s hair. Kirari didn’t receive a reaction, but she simply chalked that up to be due in part by the stress of the week wrecking (Y/n)’s sleep schedule.

Kirari would have felt regret for having to wake them both, if not for the fact that she was excited to see their sleepy, grumpy faces staring bleary eyed at her. It was far too cute.

“This isn’t my house?” (Y/n) mumbled tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

“You disclosed earlier that your household is empty most weekends. Sayaka’s and my own are much the same. It will be nice not to have to spend the rest of the night alone, will it not?”

“I guess, but I’ll probably pass out as soon as I touch a pillow.” (Y/n) shivered as the cool night air hit her body. Sayaka, who was also too tired to function, latched on to (Y/n) in an attempt to keep warm.

“That’s the plan, now please, come in.”

If (Y/n) wasn’t so exhausted she would freak out at the vastness of Kirari’s estate. They got into a freaking elevator at one point and then kept walking down the grand corridor passing door after door, until they finally stopped at one and Kirari ushered them inside. Large fish tanks framed the walls, painting the dark room in a soft blue, ambient light.

Kirari guided (Y/n) and Sayaka to the bathroom to brush their teeth and to just get ready to sleep comfortably in general. Sayaka already had her own toothbrush there and scrubbed at her teeth with her eyes drooping shut.

“Don’t forget to take out your contacts.” Kirari reminded her softly before opening a nearby cabinet to supply (Y/n) with a toothbrush of her own. (Y/n) never would have dreamed the girl who came up with the house pet system could be so gentle.

The three girls brushed their teeth and washed their faces. Then they changed into some pajamas that Kirari had provided and made their way to the opposite side of the room where the bed lay. A bed that probably could sleep a family of five comfortably.

Kirari pulled back the covers and crawled in. Sayaka was quick to follow and was unusually demanding, curling into Kirari while also tugging (Y/n) in behind her. They snuggled into the silky sheets, holding each other close. (Y/n) had almost fallen back asleep before Sayaka sat up in bed with a cute, little frown on her face.

“Wait, goodnight kisses.”

(Y/n) almost laughed, simply believing Sayaka was too tired to filter her thoughts and desires, but the Kirari sat up as well

“I almost thought you had forgotten, Say-a-ka. Here,” Kirari pulled Sayaka in and gave her a short and sweet kiss that made the secretary hum happily.

“(Y/n),” Sayaka turned with an uncharacteristic pout, sleepy Sayaka was too cute, “come up, you too.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” (Y/n) sat up, allowing Sayaka to clumsily bump into her lips before the secretary fell back against the pillows, content.

“May I have one?” Kirari smirked, leaning over Sayaka’s body between them.

“You may.” (Y/n) had hardly gotten the words out before Kirari swooped in.

“Good night.” Kirari whispered, noting that Sayaka had already fallen back asleep.

“Good Night, Kirari.” (Y/n) smiled back as she wormed back under the covers to snuggle against Sayaka’s back. Kirari slipped back under the covers as well, draping an arm over Sayaka side and one of (Y/n)’s arms to rub them soothingly with her cool, soft skin.

Before long, Kirari and (Y/n) fell asleep along side Sayaka to the sound of bubbling water and the hum of the fish tanks surrounding them.

[f1nalboys]

Redamancy - Chapter Four

cute moments with michael conflict you and dwayne is pissed at the both of you

chapter three

chapter five

WORD COUNT: 2123

WARNINGS: cursing, drama, just kinda cute and fluffy for the most part

You turn and walk off without waiting for an answer. If he really wanted to talk to you he would catch up to you, but you knew that was the end of the conversation. The arcade was surprisingly empty, so finding Michael was quite easy. 

“Hey. You alright?” Michael asks, his smile dropping when he sees your face. You nod, sighing. Something about how Dwayne had framed his worries had bothered you. Did he think you were using Michael in an attempt to get over David? Or using him to make David jealous without Michael knowing? 

“I’m gonna kick your ass at this game.” You say, grabbing the cup of coins he holds out to you. “I’ll pay you back for this, by the way.” Michael waves you off, taking his place at the machine next to you. For the next 45 minutes, you and Michael battle. Ball after ball, coin after coin, fighting to see who is the actual skee-ball champion.

You groan as your game ends, watching as the tickets from Michaels machine continue to pour out. You had lost, badly. He was standing in front of you, his hands on his hips, his grin growing with each ticket. It finally stops and you watch as the board lights up: 231 tickets.

Michael grabs them and stuffs them into his cup, which was already overflowing, and he makes a show of counting on his fingers silently. You scowl at him. “So, the 231 on top of the rest… I have a total of 2,856 tickets. How many do you have, again?”

“I hate you,” You snatch your cup from its spot on the floor and shove it towards him. He laughs at you and you bite back your own as he makes a show of counting your tickets. “You cheated, I know it.”

“Don’t be a sore loser, baby. You did good! 47 tickets is enough to get you a slinky.” You ignore the pet name and flip him off. Slinky your ass. You turn at the sound of crying and frown. A kid, a few years younger than Laddie, was standing by the basketball shooting game crying. He was out of coins and had made only a few tickets, not enough for a toy. “Hang on.”

Michael walks past you and up to the kid and his parent and you watch in awe as he gets down on his knee and talks to the kid, handing him both cups of tickets. The kid gasps and immediately throws his arms around Michaels neck, nearly knocking him off balance. You grin as you hear Michael laugh, squeezing the kid back before walking back over to you.

“That was sweet.” You say, walking out of the arcade with him. He shrugs, looking back at the kid who had run up to the counter with the tickets. He smiles softly and you have to elbow him slightly to draw his attention back to you.

“Sorry. He reminded me of Sam with how shit he was at that basketball game.” He says, trying not to show just how much of a softie he was. You laugh hard, pushing him slightly. He pulls you in closer to him, your body pressed into his side, and stares at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “Saw Marko and Paul over there,”

His voice was barely above a whisper and you will your heart to stop beating so damn hard. It was a part of the plan, Y/N, that’s all. You pull away from him, face burning hot, and you search the boardwalk for the two men who are easy to spot. “Hey Marko, Paul. Where’s everyone else?”

“Hey you two! What’ve you been up to?” Paul asks, grinning. He and Marko were stuffing their faces with kettle corn and you start to wonder if they even need blood to survive. 

“Oh you know, we were just making love under the boardwalk, talked about our future kids names, the normal stuff,” Michael teases, catching you off guard. You slap him in the arm, bursting into laughter. Michael holds his hand out for a hi-five which both Paul and Marko give him with smiles. “We were at the arcade, I won, of course. Kicked her ass, actually.”

Marko teases you for losing and you roll your eyes, sticking your tongue out. You feel the wind get knocked out of you when something jumps onto your back, nearly toppling over. “Jesus, Laddie! You’re getting big, kid.”

“I know! Dwayne says I’m gonna be stronger than him soon,” Laddie calls, giggling when you hook your arms under his legs to hike him up higher on your back. His arms were wrapped around your neck and you catch a whiff of the cotton candy he had been eating. 

“I bet! Speaking of, where is Dwayne?”

“Here,” Dwayne comes up on your side and from the looks he gives you, you can tell he is still upset by the conversation you two had had earlier. “Star and David went to the concert, said they’d meet us after to eat.”

Marko groans, stomping his feet like a little kid. Laddie erupts into giggles. “C’mon, we gotta wait for them? That saxophone douche takes four years to finish a set, I'll be skin and bones by then!”

Dwayne shrugs, reaching a hand out to grab a handful of kettle corn from the nearly empty bucket Paul was holding. Paul snatches the bucket away, scrunching his face up. “No! You don’t get any after the shit you said last time.”

“Oh my god, you two are still on about this?” You ask, groaning. Laddie hops off of your back, running off to god knows where. Michael furrows his eyebrows and you sigh, preparing to set the scene. “Like a month and a half ago Paul bought this huge container of kettle corn. Like, massive.”

“2.5 gallons to be exact,” Paul interjects, grinning as Michael whistles. It had cost a shit ton of money, too, and Paul was banned from buying anything for the next two weeks. 

“Anyways, he bought it and brought it back to the cave. Instead of getting a normal flavor, he got Old-Bay flavored ones and it stunk the cave up so bad. Dwayne ended up finding the bucket, since, you know, Paul hid it like the little hoarder he is, and he tossed it. They damn near tore each other's throats out after Paul confronted him.”

Marko snorts to himself, remembering the fight. It was an all out brawl and, if you had the goddamn kettle corn, you would have been munching on it as you watched Marko and David hold them back. “He said it tasted and smelled like a crab's ass! He cost me almost $30!” Paul snaps, clearly still affected.

“Damn. You know, I would have paid good money to see you two duke it out.” Michael says, grinning. Paul flips him off with a smile, popping another handful into his mouth. Dwayne rolls his eyes, biting back a laugh. “What have you guys been up to tonight?”

“Searching for a babe and a bite to eat,” Marko grins and Paul laughs, chunks of popcorn flying out of his mouth. “Me and Pauly were walking around with Star and David but they kept giving each other nasty looks so we split. Dwayne and Laddie were doing whatever it was, probably holding people up at gun-point.”

“Why were they arguing?” Michael blurts out. You can see the tips of his ears turning pink, realizing how quickly he had asked. Paul, Marko, and Dwayne share a look. “You know what, don’t tell me. It’s none of my business.”

No one says anything and you’re plunged into an awkward silence. You rock on the balls of your feet, looking anywhere besides the four men. Awkward silences were quite literally the bane of your existence. You squint, craning your neck. Something had caught your eye. 

You walk off without thinking, ignoring Marko’s questions. It was as if a force was pulling you towards… something. You honestly weren’t sure what you had seen. You turn into a random shop and smile. Laddie was standing next to the kid from the arcade who was absolutely swimming in stuffed animals, fake tattoos, slinkies, and random items from the prize counter. They were enamored in conversation. The kid's dad notices you and grins, walking over.

“Hi there. You were with that boy who gave my son the tickets, right?” You nod. “Well, I just wanted to pass on a thank you. He’s been having a pretty hard time recently and your boyfriend giving him all those tickets really made his night. I won’t lie, it kind of made me tear up.”

“Oh he’s-” You start, ready to tell the man that Michael wasn’t actually your boyfriend, but something stops you. Who knows what it was; maybe it was seeing how excited the kid had been when Michael gave him the tickets, maybe it was the way the kids father was staring at you with a look of complete and utter thanks, or maybe it was the fact that the kid was showing off the things he got to Laddie. You smile. “I’ll tell him. He’s a sweet guy.”

“I can tell. You two have a good rest of your night, alright?” He gives your shoulder a squeeze and walks back towards his son. He was holding a stuffed bat out to Laddie who had the biggest grin you’ve seen. He was giving one of his toys to him. Christ, it was almost enough to bring you to tears.

You haven’t seen Laddie that happy in a long time. Behind you, someone clears their throat and you jump, spinning around to come face to face with Paul. Or face to chest, if you were being technical. He was giving you a smug smile. “Jesus, Paul! You scared the shit outta me. How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugs, slinging an arm over your shoulder and leading you out of the store. “Long enough to hear you not deny our little man Michael being your boyfriend.” You toss your head back, groaning. Of course he heard you! The only thing that kept you from melting into a puddle of embarrassment is the fact that you could play it off as a part of Phase One. “Oh, come on now, don’t get shy! I think you and he are cute together.”

“Shut up, Paul, seriously.” You mutter as you get closer to Dwayne, Michael, and Marko. Your eyebrows furrow together as you catch the end of Michaels sentence. “–you don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” He had a snarl on his face, one you had never seen before, and you look at Paul, hoping for an answer. Unfortunately, he looks just as confused as you do.

Marko see’s the two of you approaching and shakes his head, telling you not to come over. You decide not to listen, abandoning Paul who listens to Marko’s warning. As you approach Marko’s lips thin into a straight line and he walks past you towards Paul. “I tried to warn ‘ya.” He mutters as he passes by.

Dwayne’s back was towards you but you can tell from his posture he’s angry. His hands were moving wildly. Not a good sign in your experience. “Uhm, you two okay? What’s got you guys so upset?”

“Nothing.” Dwayne and Michael reply at the same time, their eyes not leaving each other. The tension in the air was almost suffocating and you really were starting to regret not heeding Markos' warning. “C’mon Y/N, let’s go.”

Michael grabs ahold of your arm, attempting to pull you off towards the car. You pull away from his grasp and cross your arms over your chest. “No! We’re not leaving until you two tell me what’s wrong.”

“Fine. You wanna know?” Dwayne says, laughing harshly. A chill ran up your spine at the sound; you were used to Dwayne being calm, the level-headed one. In the time you’ve known him, you have never seen him angry. At least, not visibly angry. 

“I know what you two are doing. Acting all lovey-dovey to make David and Star jealous. It’s fucked up. The shit they pulled? It was nasty, uncalled for, and something I don’t agree with. But they never, not once, acted one way while feeling the other. You two are getting in way over your heads and it’s going to come back and bite you in the ass.” He spits, low enough that only you and Michael could hear. “Someone is gonna get hurt and it’s going to be one of you.”

[asset35-maya]

Down bad

//

Contina for the DBH Seven Kisses prompt challenge by @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

February 10th - Thursday: a kiss to get what you want

NSFW content under the cut

//

Tina burst through the door and kicked off her shoes.

“Hey I’m home!”

Silence greeted her. The darkened apartment might well have been empty, except that she knew for sure it was not.

“Con?”

“Hey...”

Tina frowned at the faint and distracted voice coming from the bedroom. She put down the groceries she’d bought and washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

“Whatcha get up to today?”

“Work…”

“Whaddya do?”

“Stuff…”

Even among androids, Connor was a little offbeat, but he hadn’t been this disconnected in a while. Tina wiped her hands on a dishcloth and made a beeline for the bedroom. Her boyfriend was sitting on the bed with his back to the door. A strange glow emanated from the space in front of him. He surely sensed her approach, but didn’t turn. Tina cleared her throat and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

He jumped up in alarm and Tina’s eyes narrowed at the tablet in his hand. The colourful screen was littered with coins and glittering text. He was walking around a village square in the middle of some minor quest.

She had to count to ten in her head to keep from shouting out loud. It was that bloody game again. Damn Gavin for introducing him to it and constantly taunting him with challenges. If Tina knew Connor at all, he would have done absolutely none of the errands she requested… but sure as hell beat Gavin’s win streak. Tenfold.

“A lot of stuff, huh?”

“Tina… it’s not what you think. I just had a minute-”

“Did you call the council office to complain about the littering problem on our street?”

“They didn’t pick up the phone.”

“Huh. I thought androids could send emails with the blink of an eye.”

“Uhh..”

Connor’s eye was drawn toward some movement on his screen. A dragon was getting dangerously close to his avatar.

“Did you get my dress from the dry cleaners?”

“I- oops.”

“Con, I’m going to a wedding tomorrow. What the hell am I supposed to wear! I told you I didn’t HAVE TIME TO GO-”

“Sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you!“

“Unless you plan on breaking into the dry cleaners now that they’re closed, I don’t see how- CONNOR!”

His thumbs flew across the tablet, frantically trying to save himself from the dragon. Tina was fuming. She reached forward and snatched the device out of his grasp.

“HEY! My progress! Give it back! I can’t die without saving my progress! Gavin’s gonna-”

“That’s it. I’m giving you a choice to make and you better choose wisely now, big boy. You want me, or do you want your stupid game?”

“Tina, don’t be ridiculous!”

“You’re the one being ridiculous. I can’t believe you-”

There was a clinking noise and an agonised roar. Tina looked down at the tablet in shock. Connor had telepathically slain the dragon. His moment of relief was short lived. He actually backed away slowly as she stared him down.

“That’s it. You’re done. This stays with me until I decide you’ve really made it up to me.”

“You know I could just-”

Tina pressed the power button and shoved the tablet into her work bag. Connor’s shoulders slumped comically.

“Please, Tina. I promise I’ll pay more attention from now on. I’ll get your dress first thing tomorrow! As soon as they open! Please, I need to keep my rank...”

“No.”

She turned on her heel and went to get ready for bed. Connor glanced between the tip of the screen poking out of her bag and the closed bathroom door. He shrugged to himself and fell backwards on the bed.

No issue. He knew how to get what he wanted.

//

Tina dreamt of knights and dragons that night. Coins fell out of the sky and a brown-eyed prince swept her off her feet. It was strange, but one of the most pleasant dreams she’d ever had. She almost didn’t want to wake up in the morning. Her alarm went off and she quickly muted it, keen to sink back into the arms of her sweet prince.

When she shut her eyes tight, she could actually feel him pressed up against her… arms around her midsection… hands clutching her breasts… hard cock between her thighs. It was so vivid. It was like he was actually there.

Tina knew what was coming, so she didn’t quite want to surrender to wakefulness yet. She kept her eyes closed and nuzzled into her pillow. The grip on her body relaxed and then she felt him move. He thrust gently, rubbing himself against her skin. Smiling to herself, she pressed her thighs closer together and doubled the luxurious friction on his cock. He moaned with satisfaction and the guttural sound made Tina’s insides twist with desire.

Suddenly, the warmth wrapped around her disappeared… and concentrated between her legs. Something soft and wet dragged over her sensitive flesh and then clamped over it firmly. Her eyes snapped open and her back arched up off the mattress.

Connor gripped her hips and brought her down. He chuckled indulgently and put his mouth back to work… pressing insistent kiss after kiss onto her nether regions… licking and sucking and veritably tongue fucking her.

Tina tried to maintain composure but gave up within seconds. Connor knew exactly what he was doing and her pride was no match for his skills. Their argument from the previous evening evaporated from her mind. The bedsheets twisted in her fingers… her breath came in short shallow bursts… and then she started screaming.

He was relentless, circling back and forth between her clit and her opening. Up and down, round and round. Tina nearly lost her mind when he flattened the base of his tongue over her vulva and licked a thick juicy stripe upwards. His jaw opened wider, taking more and more of her into his mouth, and that familiar electricity began to build up within her.

All the muscles in her body seized up. It was building up to be one back-arching, toe-curling, eardrum-shattering orgasm… and then he stopped. Connor literally stopped. He disengaged himself from her body with a wet noise and sat back on his haunches. She propped herself up on her elbows and found him smirking at her, LED spinning bright blue. In recent months, Tina had discovered that was rarely a good sign.

“Oh my god, what?”

“You tell me.”

“Con, can we do this later? I was so damn close!”

He ran a tantalising finger along her wet folds. She squirmed at the touch.

“You can still finish.”

“If…?”

“You give my tablet back.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not competing with some shitty mobile app for your attention. Absolutely not.”

“Fair enough.”

Connor got out of bed and pulled a pair of sweatpants on over his boxers. Tina pouted as she spotted no visible erection. Damn androids and their literal self-control.

“I’m going to feed my fish. Let me know if you want breakfast.”

“Oh you are not being serious right now.”

“I am. I’ll make you come as many times as you want. Just let me have my game back.”

“No! I’m standing my ground! What the hell?! You can’t- this isn’t- how dare you make this negotiable!”

Connor covered his mouth with his hands to stifle a laugh. Tina’s heart flew into her throat as she was reminded again of just how handsome he was. She looked away and closed her legs, flipping the covers over herself defiantly.

“Go away.”

“What are you gonna do now?”

“What’s it to you? I thought you had a pet fish to go feed.”

“Sparkles can wait. I don’t think you’ll take that long.”

“Take long to do what?”

Connor’s smirk reappeared. He leaned against the doorframe with the air of someone getting ready for a show. He even gestured at her to begin.

“Get out, I swear to God.”

Their eyes locked. Each found exactly the same kind of hunger mirrored in the depths of the other’s gaze. Connor pushed himself off the wall and approached the bed in a manner that was positively predatory. He whipped the covers aside and pushed her t-shirt up to expose her bare lower half. He caught her ankles… wedged himself back between her thighs… and spat onto her pussy. Tina let out a yell of shock.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“You know what you want. I know what I want. Why can’t we just make this work, sweetheart…?”

She writhed as his synthetic saliva oozed down her folds in a perfect reminder of what his glorious tongue was capable of.

“Just ask me, Tina darling. Ask me once.”

He dipped down and when he spoke next, she could feel his breath on her tingling red lips.

“Ask me to kiss you. Down there. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll eat your pretty little cunt for days. I’ll-”

“FINE! Fine! I give up! Just fucking finish me and take your stupid fucking game!”

He didn’t need telling twice. He returned to his feast with great appetite. Tina didn’t even have time to think of the consequences of her choice. The orgasm rolled over her like a massive ocean wave. She was overwhelmed by it. All coherent thoughts left her. However righteous they were, no arguments and no grudges remained on her mind.

Tina flopped weakly onto the mattress as Connor pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he went. He didn’t waste a second in retrieving his precious tablet from her bag. It glowed to life and immediately began emitting music and clinking noises. Tina sighed and decided to just focus on the afterglow. Just when she began to drift back to sleep, a sharp howl snapped her awake.

“WHAT!? Nooooo……”

“Now what?”

“Aww man, this is so unfair!”

“What!?”

“Gavin’s offline. Nines took his game away.”

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Dare or Dare (Prompt)

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, mentioned Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2256

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex i guess?

Request: Could you do 13 and 15 of random with James or Sirius maybe? :) - Anonymous

Prompt: 13. “YOU SAID BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” 15. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” 

A/N: First prompt finally finished!! please send in more! the list is pinned to my blog. Enjoy <3

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It may have been cliche, but it was a common tradition for you and your friends to steal food from the kitchens, get drunk and play stupid muggle games late at night in the Gryffindor common room.

The fire crackled and popped, emitting shards of amber light that jarred with the dark shadows, creating a golden-warm atmosphere that encompassed you and your friends. You sat crossed-legged on the ground between Mary and Marlene Marlene while the boys - James, Sirius, Remus and Peter - sat opposite you, forming a circle that sort of resembled a seance. Littered in the centre of your ‘Friendship Circle’ (coined affectionately by James) was your plunder; a variety of puddings and treats and left-over sweets from a recent Hogsmeade trip.

Soon enough, two bottles of firewhiskey were brandished and passed around the group, and everyone was taking long sips from the bottle - everyone except for you.

“Boo,” Sirius jeered, “You’re boring.”

“Well excuse me if I don’t want liver failure,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “Besides, six people sharing from the same bottle? That’s unsanitary.”

“What? You worried you’ll catch boy cooties,” Sirius teased, “Because last time I checked, you didn’t mind boy cooties when I saw you making out with Prongs in the broom closet last week. And trust me, none of that was exactly ‘sanitary’.”

You felt your face glow with embarrassment as laughter bubbled over the group. You glanced at James, at the little curl of his lips that wasn’t quite as mischievous as a smirk, but not as open and carefree as a smile. It was somewhere in between...like he wasn’t embarrassed of kissing you, of even being lumped in the same sentence as you. It made your heart swell, your cheeks no longer warm from embarrassment.

“Why don’t we stop harassing (Y/N) and Potter and get on with some games!” Marlene urged, gracefully saving you from Sirius.

“Yes!” Peter agreed, “I managed to find a load of fun muggle games in this book!”

He pulled out a book from his bag and brandished it before you friends.

“101 Party Games to Play at your Bachelorette Party,” Remus read aloud, frowning, “Some how, I don’t like the sound of that.”

“I do!” Mary said eagerly, leaning forward to get a good look at the book.

“Whats a Bachelorette Party?” asked Marlene, brows knitted in confusion.

“It’s a party where a bride and her bridal party celebrate her last night as a ‘single’ woman,” Mary explained excitedly, “My mums been to loads. She always comes back with weird penis shaped memorabilia.”

“Well, what’s the hold up, Wormtail?” James asked, grinning broadly, “Let’s crack it open!”

Peter dropped the book in the middle of the circle and sat back as Sirius opened the first page. A devilish grin spread slowly across his face as he read the index.

“This is brilliant!” Sirius laughed, flicking the page, “’Stick it in the Hole’ a game inspired by all those sex ed classes you pretended to listen to in High School. Two people are required, much like the real thing.”

“Muggles are insane…” Marlene decided.

“Dunk the Weenie in the Creampie,” Sirius continued, “The only time when it is encouraged to be bad at cooking. Simply tie a sausage to your waist with a short rope and try to dunk the sausage in the centre of a cream pie. Beware, this game is messy.”

“Yeah, I’m not playing that,” said Remus, disapprovingly, “I’m not sure what’s worse; having to embarrass myself by grinding on a cream pie in front of my friends or watching you lot do it.”

“Agreed,” said Peter, who was blushing furiously.

“What about this?” Sirius perked up, reading intently, “Bridal Truth or Dare. A sexy twist on a classic game. Players must reveal deep truths or suffer through scandalous dares. The more debauchery, the better!’”

“I’m down for a game of truth or dare,” Mary piped up excitedly.

“Same!” Marlene chimed.

“Me too!” said Peter.

“I have no shame and I don’t believe in regrets so I’ll play,” said James, winking at you.

“Oh what the hell,” Remus shrugged, sighing, “So long as the fire whiskey’s still flowing.”

“What do you take us for, amateurs?” Sirius gasped, his tone oozing with mock-offence.

Everyone turned to look at you. An unpleasant burning sensation prickled beneath your cheeks.

“Alright,” you sighed, grabbing a sugar quill, “I’ll play.”

Marlene and Mary giggled excitedly as Sirius dropped the book in his lap and skimmed the first page.

“Right,” he said, importantly, “If someone asks for truth, they have to answer or risk being forced to do a dare from the list of Extreme Dares.”

“I like the sound of that,” said James, craning to peer at the list.

“I don’t,” you muttered, glancing at Remus.

You knew beyond a doubt that you’d be asked about you and James’ complicated history by one of your friends and, if you refused to answer, would probably have to do something embarrassing with him like let him fondle your breasts or something stupid like that.

“Alright, so the eldest starts,” said Sirius and he grinned, “Which is me so suck it losers.”

Everyone groaned. Having Sirius start a game of Bridal Truth or Dare was going to be excruciating to say the least.

Sirius feigned a deep look of hurt, clutching his chest in pain, “I had no idea you guys thought so highly of me!”

“Hurry up, Padfoot,” Remus grumbled, taking a swing of fire whiskey, “Lets just rip it off like a band aid.”

Sirius’ lips spread into a wicked, calculating smirk. You knew that look all too well; it was the look of someone who was either barking mad or insanely clever forming a devious master plan.

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he pretended to think for one attractive moment before narrowing his eyes on you.

“(Y/N), Bridal Truth or Dare? Quickly now, or we’ll all sober up and lose our nerve.”

You thought that was quite impossible for two reasons: one, everyone except you had had enough fire whiskey to drown their veins in alcohol and, two, Gryffindors never lost their nerve.

You sighed long sufferingly, “Alright, truth.”

“Bridal truth,” Sirius corrected and then furrowed his brows in thought. His eyes sparked again with a look of wild excitement, “Have you and Prongs ever reached third base?”

Marlene and Mary stifled their giggles. James shot you an apologetic look, grimacing at Sirius.

Something about the challenging look in Sirius’ eye rankled you, grating obnoxiously on your competitive streak. Usually, you were more rational, more ‘pick-your-battles-carefully’, but now, Sirius was closing in on your relationship-not-relationship with James, something you considered deeply personal. If Sirius wanted to play this game, then he’d better be prepared to lose.

“Padfoot,” James began, glancing at you, “I think that’s-“

“No,” you answered, defiantly, “James and I have not reached third base, and that’s only because we kept getting interrupted by you.”

There was a stunned sort of silence at the tone of your voice. Everyone was used to you denying your relationship-not-relationship with James, so your candor was like a splash of cold water in the middle of winter.

You broke the silence by snatching the bottle from Sirius’ grasp, “I’m too sober for this shit.”

“You don’t even drink,” said Marlene in shock.

You uncorked the bottle, “Maybe I should start.”

Tipping your head back, you took a long drag of the fire whiskey and winced as it seared the back of your throat. A moment later, a tickling warmth kindled in your stomach, and what felt like gold shot through your veins, filling you up.

Everyone was staring at you, shocked and speechless. You - Gryffindor prefect, one of the top performing students in the school, rule abider and teachers pet - were breaking a dozen school rules by drinking fire whiskey and admitting quite blatantly that you and James would have had sex if it weren’t for Sirius.

Their shocked expressions made you smirk.

“Are you lot going to keep staring at me or are we going to play?”

***

An hour into the game, and your brain was swimming in pools of intoxicated bliss. It was like peering through rose-tinted glasses - everything was hilariously funny, and your courage and impulsivity had been dialled up by about a hundred while your common sense had abandoned you.

Everyone had participated in an array of embarrassing truths and even more embarrassing dares. Peter had asked you what it was like to kiss Sirius (you and Sirius had a few…flings…in the past, before you had realised your feelings for James).

“Be honest now,” Sirius winked at you, “You don’t have to lie because ol’ Padfoot is here.”

James looked slightly amused, but there was a glint of something dark, something wild in the mosaic of his eyes.

You took your time, formulating a response.

“Eh, he’s alright” you shrugged, nonchalantly, “I’ve had better. A little overrated, if you ask me.”

That had been a mistake. Without warning, Sirius had launched into a wild tickle attack, scrambling toward you and poking his fingers between your ribs. Laughter erupted from your lips as you keeled backward, lying flat on your back as Sirius clambered on top of you.

“YOU SAID BE HONEST STOP TICKLING ME!” you shrieked, laughing hysterically, “SIRIUS! GEROFF”

James was the first to pull Sirius off you, smacking him around the head.

“Ouch!” Sirius yelped, but he smiled at James’ playful expression.

The hours ebbed away.

Soon, everyone was getting bored with Bridal truth or dare and instead decided to play Dare or Dare. You, Marlene and Mary had been dared to race each other stripping your bras off without taking your tops off. While you had done it a million times before, it had been significantly more difficult to do while drunk.

Remus had been dared to sneak into Filch’s office and leave him a love note and James and Sirius had been dared to kiss - which they did, passionately and unabashed.

“Alright,” James had smirked as he stared at you, “(Y/N). Dare or Dare?”

You pretended to consider your options, “Hmm…Dare!”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” James grinned, dodgy and lopsided, “Alright, I dare you to sprint past Dumbledore’s office, topless.”

You grinned, climbing to your feet, “I’ll do you one better.”

Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with James, you stripped into your underwear. James’ expression cycled rapidly between awe and arousal, and you couldn’t help noticing the way he squirmed, trying to casually cover his lap with a pillow.

Marlene let out a low whistle, startling you. You had forgotten about the others.

Grabbing your cloak, your friends all made your way to Dumbledore’s office, dodging out of Filch’s sight and weaving around Peeves, who was throwing furniture around in Filch’s office.

It was only after you watched Nearly Headless Nick sweep past Dumbledores office when you unclasped your robe and let it pool around your feet. Moonlight soaking into your skin, you stepped into the empty corridor and took a deep breath. The air was cool, prickling your skin with goosebumps. Your cheeks, however, felt hot and flushed from the alcohol and adrenaline.

“Go!” urged Sirius and, without hesitating, you ran.

Arms flailing in the air, you sprinted past Dumbledore’s office while your friends giggled madly. Once you reached the corridor, you turned around and raced back but came to a sudden halt when a figure stepped around the corner.

Severus Snape was standing at the end of the corridor, a look of shock and embarrassment creeping into his thin, pallid face.

You immediately took a step back. Severus had become your friend after meeting him in Diagon Alley before your first year at Hogwarts. You’d stopped associating with him after he had started associating with Death Eaters and you had noticed a definite change in his attitude toward muggleborns.

“(Y/N),” he said, softly, as he drank in the view of you, your skin glowing in the moonlight, “W-What-?”

James and Sirius stepped forward protectively and Remus draped your cloak around your shoulders, forcing you behind him.

“What do you want, Snivellus?” James spat, “Looking for another kitten to drown for Lord Stinkamort, are you?”

Severus’ expression contorted into a look of fury. He grabbed for his wand when you stepped forward, lacing your fingers with James’.

“He’s not worth it,” you whispered, and with another urgent tug, you pulled James away, Sirius following.

Perhaps because you were there, neither James nor Severus attacked one another as you retreated to the Gryffindor common room. James was grasping your hand tightly, still enraged by Severus’ presence, but that changed when you pulled him around a corner and kissed him deeply.

“What was that for?” James asked in surprise.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” you asked, playfully, “Oh, alright then…” you started to saunter off but James pulled you back into his arms and crashed his lips onto yours, stealing the breath from your lungs and the words from your tongue.

Panting as he pulled away, James looked around and spotted something to your left. You followed his gaze, where it landed on the Prefect Bathrooms.

“Fancy a dip?” he asked, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Definitely,” you smirked, tugging on his belt, “And this time, we won’t be interrupted.”

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