#awkward fluff

[soapyywritesz]

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**Title:** *“Operation Promposal (Kind Of)”*

**Pairing:** Charlie Rayes x Female Reader

**AU:** High school / Final Destination AU

**Genre:** Fluff, Humor, Promposal Mishap

**Word Count:** \~1.3k

**Warnings:** Slight secondhand embarrassment, extreme cuteness, public promposal chaos

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Charlie Raye had a plan.

And when Charlie Rayes had a plan, that usually meant two things:

1. It was going to be nerdy.

2. It was probably going to explode.

Not literally (though he did once accidentally light his hoodie sleeve on fire doing a chemistry demo), but emotionally? Spiritually? Socially? That was fair game.

Still, this plan had promise.

A locker decorated with balloons. A cheesy homemade poster that read:

> “I Might Not Cheat Death, But I’d Die to Go to Prom With You ❤️”

Corny? Extremely.

Cute? Also yes.

Something you would smile at, laugh at, and—hopefully—say yes to?

That was the dream.

He even recruited Carrie to “accidentally” bring you by your locker after lunch. Everything was set.

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Except…

A gust of wind blew half the balloons away the minute he opened his car door.

He spilled iced coffee on the sign 30 seconds before he hung it up.

And he accidentally stuck a post-it to your locker that said “will you go to prom with me (Y/N)?” — but it was from *two years ago* and had *his old crush’s name crossed out.* Not his brightest moment.

By the time you rounded the corner with Carrie, Charlie was mid-freak-out, frantically peeling ruined paper off your locker door and muttering curses under his breath.

You stopped. “Charlie?”

He froze like a raccoon caught in a trash can.

“H-Hey!” he said way too loudly. “Nothing suspicious happening here!”

You blinked. “What are you—?”

Then you saw the damp poster, the deflated balloon floating by his foot, and the glitter pen in his hand that had exploded on his shirt.

Charlie groaned. “This is *not* how this was supposed to go.”

Your heart softened instantly. “Was this… a promposal?”

He looked up at you, cheeks flushed. “It was supposed to be. But everything went wrong. I had the sign and the balloons and even a playlist, but the stupid pen exploded and the wind blew away half my plan and I accidentally used the wrong sticky note—”

He paused. “Wait, why am I telling you all this?”

“Because you’re Charlie,” you said, laughing. “And I think this is the most you thing you could’ve done.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, glitter smudging his cheek. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’d really like to take you to prom. If you still want to. Even if my execution was total trash.”

You stepped closer, smiling softly.

“You had me at ‘cheat death.’”

Charlie blinked. “Wait. That was a yes, right?”

You laughed and tugged his sleeve. “Yes, Charlie. That was a *yes.*”

He looked like he could cry and faint at the same time.

“Cool,” he whispered. “Cool cool cool. I’m gonna go hyperventilate behind the vending machine for a minute. But like—happy hyperventilating.”

You kissed his cheek, leaving a shimmer of glitter behind.

“Best almost-disaster ever.”

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[rav-not-found]

Heyy! I saw you wanted to try out writing a request or two, so here I am✨

I was wondering if I could request a Dean and/or Sam winchester x reader (sepperately if you choose to do both, like two sepperate one shots in the same post) with an established relationship where they get a motel room that only has two beds, so reader has to share a bed with the winchester they're with, and it's just some awkward fluff where both are just figuring things out in this fresh relationship

Thank you!!

there was only two beds -

I love that actually!

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Dean winchester x reader, established relationship, fluff

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Its been a Long drive to Colorado for this seemingly complicated case, it seemed like forever since you have gotten a good nights sleep and tomorrow morning you have to hit the morgue first thing if you want to see the bodies before they are transported to the funeral homes.

you want nothing more than to go kick your boots, peel the layers of clothing off of you and Finally lay down, but to your surprise when Dean opens the motel room, there was only two beds.

All three of you look at each other, unsure who should go in first or where - but before you can really think about it Sam shrugs and goes directly on the closest bed to the door, drops his things, and into the shower he goes

“what a bitch” Dean says with a roll of his eyes, making his way to the other bed before you stop him

“wait where will I sleep then??”

he looks at you a little confused, then a little awkwardness can be seen on his usually confident face

“I- uhm” he clears his throat, “I assumed we’d sleep together?- I mean- not like that- of course not like that its been a long day but I meant- if you dont want to I can sleep on the couch its fine-“

you find it hard not to crack a smile at the usually confident and full of bravado Dean who is now closer to an awkward teenager in his first sleep over

“oh no no its okay- im- don’t worry its alright I don’t mind-“ you say with a small chuckle, a little awkward yourself

he goes to put his bag away and places yours next to it, he unpacks a change of clothes for himself and then looks at you hesitantly before reaching into your bag and getting one for you as well

and for a moment there between the silent movements and shuffling of fabrics, you get to see how softly he holds your belongings, how much care and love he exudes for a pair of pants or an old band t-shirt, and god if you could fall in love all over again….

he gets up from where he had placed the bags on the ground and hands the fresh clothes to you, avoiding eye contact like the plague of course.

“..Thanks Dean, appreciate it”

“yeah dont mention it” he risks a look at your soft smile, and a blush starts to creep up his neck, to which he quickly breaks the moment “SAM ARE YOU GONNA BE THERE ALL NIGHT?? WE HAVE BEEN IN THE CAR FOR THE LAST TEN HOURS TOO YOU KNOW.”

you laugh a little at his chosen method of checking on his brother, but it actually works quite quickly as Sam comes out in the next couple of minutes and flips him off. you laugh again.

Dean asks if youd like to go in first, Sam strongly suggests you take him on that offer before he “grossens up the place”, but for deans luck youre a little more tolerant than Sam and you let him go first

the moment hes in, you can see Sam unpacking and putting things aside before he sleeps, but he throws you a look or two of acknowledgment, which make the silence a little less awkward - but not completely.

“do you think I upset him when I didnt assume we’d be sleeping in the same bed?” you asked in a low voice, hoping the walls arent too thin

Sam looks at you with a small smile and a soft look, “nah I think hes just not really used to how….normal relationships function I guess? I think hes more scared of upsetting you than anything”

“oh” it just hits you now that you might be this guys first actual relationship in years, and the awkwardness might not be only from your side of the coin “oh god did I scare him?”

Sam, now laughing, “honestly? maybe, he is a little more insecure than he lets on; but I think you can just assure him and itll be okay” he shakes the chuckle in his throat away “honestly for a couple who are both older than me, it feels like im watching a highschool first crush first relationship kind of situation”

“oh fuck off like youve never had an awkward moment before”

Sam contemplates for a moment “sure yeah, when I was 16”

and with that, you also flip him off, making his success rate of getting flipped off today 2 out of 2 times a 100%

he chuckles and seemingly actually lays down to sleep this time

and conveniently enough for you, Dean comes out of the shower just then, leaving you no time to sit alone in the unsettling motel silence

“I uh” he clears his throat again, youre starting to think he does that whenever he’s nervous “I cleaned it for you - contrary to what Sam might think Im actually good at cleaning so….youre all good to go”

he also avoids your eyes mostly saying this looking down or around before going in the beds direction while you’re going to the bathroom, when you pass each other in the middle, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you directly on his skin, he mumbles a “no problem” under his breath in that overly deep voice of his when hes awkward, and makes quick strides to the bed as you go to take a long awaited shower.

when you come out, all clean and fresh, you notice the clothes you are gonna wear neatly folded in pile on the bed next to a “sleeping” Dean who is so tense you could use him as a rock solid analogy, and trying to take such little space its almost funny seeing this six foot man trying to be so small

you change quietly to not wake up Sam, then slide in bed behind Dean and hug him from the back, to which he tenses even more - if thats even possible - before slowly relaxing into your hold

“you okay?” you ask in a whisper, unsure if hes gonna continue playing asleep or will actually reply to you

his reply comes half a minute later “I should be asking you that”

“and why would that be?” you say back, trying to put as much sass in a whisper as you can

“you know why.” if eye rolls could be heard, you just heard it in his voice

before you get to reply though, he continues

“im sorry I didnt really think when I was asking for the room and im so used to asking for doubles because its usually just me and Sam- I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable or assume anything I know this is all a pretty new arrangement and-“

you cut him off, “hey hey hey… Dean, its okay, I swear im not uncomfortable I was honestly just surprised by the bed sizes, it didnt look like itd fit two people, but when you said we’d be together I knew we would be able to fit because I trust your judgment okay? and I have definitely had worse sleeping arrangements than being tightly stacked next to my male-model-pretty boyfriend you know?” your voice was low but soft, full of sincerity

you can hear him chuckle lightly before turning around to face you, “its just been a while since ive had a similar… situation, with anyone - and I really dont want to fuck this up…I really like you you know?”

it was your turn to chuckle now, “I know, and I really really like you too, Dean. Believe me itd take more than a tight bed to get me to even slightly be annoyed at you, youre fine, were fine, okay?” you pause to give him a light kiss “and if Im being completely honest with you, I was kind of hoping this would happen because I really need one of your strong hugs to put my bones back in place after todays drive”

he huffs out a laugh and gives you a kiss too, “in that case, I will gladly become a weighted compression blanket” he says as he changes your positions.

now holding you impossibly close, he hugs you tightly and pulls the covers over your shoulders, with his nose in your hair and your face to his neck, you start drifting to sleep

“I love you” you say in an almost undiscernible whisper, half asleep

“I love you too” he whispers back to himself as he is sure you’re already no longer awake

he stays awake for a bit more in the quiet soft night, holding you tightly and softly smiling to himself

“I love you too” he says once more before falling victim himself to sleep

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this is my first fluff one shot since I tried writing for the first time a year ago or so so I really hope you like it !!^^

and thank you for the request^^

[dreams-and-drabbles]

because his drip marketing is tomorrow (probably) i request more Alhaitham stuff 😭

i was hoping you'd write about the reader shyly asking him to do it after years of dating and he'd be gentle the whole time until he isnt cuz he cant take it anymore foams in the mouth

IT’S TOMORROW?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?! 😭 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND OFC!!!

(( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—!!! ))

Al Haitham stared at you, his eyes wide.

It was one of the few times you could say you’d seen him genuinely surprised, but that was to expected, you supposed.

The two of you had been together for a few years, and you’d never once broached this topic.

“I m-mean… I’m sorry if it bugs you, but we’ve been together for a while now, so I thought…”

Al Haitham raised a hand, shaking his head with a small smile.

“I was just surprised. Pleasantly so. There’s no need to worry over that. I’d been considering asking you myself for a while now, but I didn’t want to seem too impatient. I’m glad you asked.”

The scribe spoke, his tone a mixture of amusement and shock.

He paced around the room, his arms crossed.

You giggled at the sight, earning a sharp look from your boyfriend.

“Let me prepare a few things, Dear. We don’t have everything for this because as you said, it’s been some time…”

Al Haitham said his tone serious, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

“Right, of course… Then I’ll see you here soon?”

You asked, your cheeks tinged pink.

Al Haitham smirked, nodding his head.

“You can count on it.”

You smiled, glancing down bashfully.

“See you, then…”

Al Haitham huffed a small chuckle, pressing his lips against yours, before leaving the house.

Once he’d left, you buried your face in your hands, silently cursing your awkwardness.

You’d never spoken about this before, and while you were glad Al Haitham was willing, you should have known there were things missing.

That was the most embarrassing part, you thought, your cheeks flaring with heat.

You shook yourself from your musings, and headed to the bedroom to straighten up some.

This was huge, right?

There was a way to go about these things, or you’d hoped so, at least.

After forty minutes or so passed, you were beginning to feel a little nervous.

Al Haitham didn’t live too far off—

Just as you began to worry, you heard footsteps outside.

The doorknob shook sightly and you glanced up, your eyes wide in excitement, as Al Haitham entered.

To your surprise, he held a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

You peered at him, curiously.

Al Haitham met your gaze, shaking his head a bit.

He offered you a small smile, before running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Kaveh demanded to know where I was going in such a rush. I didn’t think he needed to know what exactly we were going to be up to, so I told him I was meeting you for a date. Of course, then he lectured me, going on about flowers and the likes, and how important they are to dating. As such, here we are—“

Al Haitham explained, handing you the flowers.

You laughed, your eyes tearing up slightly.

“That is such a Kaveh thing to do.” You said, earning an amused smile from Al Haitham.

“Isn’t it, though? Regardless, that’s what kept me for so long.”

You nodded, fighting off the urge to laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now… Are you ready for our date?” You teased, your tone light.

Al Haitham’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk, and his eyes shone with mirth.

“Of course.” He responded, his tone silky.

You grinned, grabbing Al Haitham’s hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.

He chuckled at your excitement, as the two of you approached the bed.

You flopped down on the bed, as Al Haitham sat down beside you. He pulled off his top, giving you a few full of his toned chest.

He raised a teasing brow, before smirking at you. “Enjoying the view?”

You grinned, nodding. “Immensely.”

Al Haitham snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, there’s more than that to enjoy.”

You flushed at his words, before pulling off your clothes, as well.

“Right… Uncharted territory…” You responded, your tone light.

Al Haitham scooted closer to you, his lips pressed close to your ear.

“We’ll simply have to explore it, then. Find the best route…”

You laughed, turning your head slightly, to meet his gaze.

Al Haitham smiled at you, bringing his hand to lightly cup your cheek. He ran his thumb along your jawline, soothingly, before pressing his lips against yours.

You leaned forward into the touch, Al Haitham pressing his form against yours, and causing you to sink further into the bed.

His hand made its way into your hair, as he deepened the kiss.

The scent of parchment and pine overrode your senses as he kissed you, his lips frantically overtaking your own.

Al Haitham pulled away from the kiss, and instead began trailing kisses across your bare form. He ran his tongue across your collarbone, before nipping down gently.

You trembled at the contact, your eyes sparkling with glee.

“Al Haitham… the date…”

You murmured, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your center.

“Of course, love. I’ll be gentle this time…”

He murmured, before pulling you closer to him.

Your heart pounded in anticipation, as Al Haitham’s legs pressed up against yours.

Al Haitham’s hand snaked around your thigh, rubbing circles along its inside and you jerked back at the contact.

He chuckled, his tone warm.

“Hmm, that’s a spot. Let’s explore some others, then…”

He cooed at you, his tone a thick honey.

Al Haitham’s hand edged past your thigh, and your legs clenched.

The weight of him against you increased, as Al Haitham pressed his form closer to yours, giving you an up close view of his chest.

Your cheeks burned, as Al Haitham brought his arm back up, to pull you closer to him.

He thrust against your form, and you gasped in surprise.

He picked up the pace, his grasp on you tightening.

If this was what intimacy was like, then you’d been missing out on a lot.

Al Haitham’s pace quickened once more, and you yelped at the sudden ferocity to his approach, your eyes widening.

“A- Al Haitham!! You—!!!” You rasped, your words slightly slurred, as your mind struggled to form what you wanted to say.

Al Haitham pulled you closer to himself once more, his weight against yours increasing, as a tremor ran through your form.

His eyes widened, and he pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “A-Ah… I got too excited…”

He spoke, his voice a husky rasp.

You stared at him your eyes wide, and your mouth slightly agape.

“Mm… next time…don’t rush…” You managed, as Al Haitham pulled away.

He nodded, laying down beside you.

“Next time, I’ll be gentle…”

You huffed, averting your gaze.

“‘s what you said this time…” You whined, rolling over on your side.

Al Haitham rolled over, so that he was facing you. “Forgive me…?”

You pretended to think about it, before giggling some.

“‘s fine… Couldn’t be made anyways…”

He hummed, before wrapping and arm around you, then pulling the covers over your heads.

You smiled, burying your face into his chest.

He laughed, and you could feel the rumble of it, from your spot against his chest.

“You really like my chest, don’t you?”

You nodded, pressing your face in further.

“‘Makes a good pillow…”

He ran his fingers through your hair, before smiling and letting his hand fall.

“I’m glad you find my chest so comfortable…”

You blinked at him, sleepily, and he chuckled.

Al Haitham pulled you a bit closer, rubbing circles on your back.

“You seem tired, dear. You may as well put that pillow to good use…”

[husbandograveyard]

This is part of the Awkward Fluff Collab I am doing with @burnthoneymint​ and @some-piece​ (who made the banner!). Prompt: I don’t know how to flirt so I asked a friend for advice. They gave me this really shitty pick-up line but I am desperate. Requested by: @hanajimasama

2nd person. fem reader. A language warning is in order. There's some f-bombs and other swearing. It's Kid, what did you expect?

Kid was not romantic. Not in any sense of the word. Usually, that didn’t bother him one bit, he didn’t really need any romance to be a feared, strong and bloodthirsty pirate. He was a capable captain, with a crew he was proud of. No need for romance. That was, until you joined. 

He didn’t know what had made him fall, but you had a magnetic power that seemed to be stronger than even his devil fruit and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It frustrated him to no end, and it frustrated him even more when all Killer could advise him to do was to ‘act on his feelings’ and that he was pretty sure ‘she had been checking you out as well’. He wanted a solution to make the feelings go away, not something that would make it worst. 

So Kid decided to do what he does best: ignore it, ignore you, and keep going on with his life, becoming increasingly grumpy because you won’t leave his thoughts, you won’t leave his dreams and you are fucking things up without even knowing it. It drives him nuts, until he finally caves in and looks for advice. By now he had successfully created distance between you and him because of all the ignoring and avoiding, so he had also succeeded in making this whole flirting thing immensely more difficult as if it wasn’t mission impossible to start with. 

Killer’s advice was useless: just tell her how you feel. As if he could just walk up to you and undo all the meanness he had done just to avoid you and make you avoid him. As if he could just say “hey, y/n, sorry about being mean, it’s cause I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me fucking nuts, so wanna kiss?” None of that was useful, so Killer was dropped from the options, and Kid, desperate for any advice at all, turned to the rest of the crew. 

Kid’s crew respected him. They respected him a great deal. They would go through fire for him and worse. But, he had been particularly nasty to them too in an attempt to relieve some of the frustrations caused by his bottled-up feelings, and the crew decided that now was as good as any time to get a little bit of revenge. 

So they decided to help him. Ease the tension, be a little relaxed, and try a pick-up line, they had said. It would be a great way to make you laugh, and make you forget all the negative feelings he had made you associate with him over his time of denial. And they managed to convince Kid as well that these pick-up lines would be able to convey his feelings just as well as the truth, the sappy words that his first man had advised him to say. 

Now, Kid was not stupid, and he doubted the lines they gave him would be super successful. He knew for sure that such words would never work on him, all they would do was convince him some idiot was trying to waste his time. But Kid was desperate and his inability to apologize and voice his feelings won over the inevitable shame that was gonna come when he tried one of these lines on you. 

He found you in the dining room, having some lunch and a break from the tower of chores that he was responsible for giving you. No other crewmates were there, and he tried his best to ignore the pang of guilt that he felt for isolating you. Not only from him, but in the progress, he had managed to isolate you from a lot of the crew as well. Dumbass move, he knew now, and he wasn’t truly sure if there was ever a way you’d forgive him. His instincts were screaming at him to get the fuck out, abort mission, man up and just follow Killer’s advice. But Kid’s pride and stubbornness won over his rational brain and he made his way over to you. 

He sat down next to you, a little too close for your comfort, but far enough as to not completely block off any and all escape routes, and you looked up, mildly annoyed, mostly curious as to why the captain suddenly thought you were worthy of his attention after all. The way he tensed face, clenching his jaw, made you mentally prepare for the worst: this was the day he’d kick you off the crew, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, not even by his terrible standards. He just disliked you that much. You could only hope you wouldn’t be kicked out violently. 

“Are you my appendix? I don’t know what you do or how you work, but I feel like I should take you out.” 

You blinked. Once. Twice. You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting, but it wasn’t that for sure. Your eyes were wide in shock, and you could see the tension on your captains face slowly transforming into regret. An awkward silence settled into the room, lingering for minutes before there was any kind of other movement or sound. 

You were the first to speak up, stammering, trying to form a coherent thought and attempting to put said thought into words, failing somewhere on the first step. 

Kid, embarrassed as he was, just stood up and left the room, angrily stomping away, slamming the door behind him, and leaving you completely speechless. You were still trying to put two and two together when the door opened up again, much more gentle this time. You recognized the mask of the most rational man on this ship immediately. 

“Hey y/n, what the captain was trying to say… is that he likes you and would want to take you out on a date sometime soon.” 

“Is that why he’s been so mean?” 

“Avoidance is his way of dealing with overwhelming emotions,” Killer sighed and you let out a relieved sigh, small smile on your face. 

“I’ll go look for him then. And maybe this time… I should do the talking.” 

[violetsandfluff]

Savage Love (Shawn Mendes)

inspired very vaguely by a James Corden interview you can see here. Requests are open in case you care 💛

let me know if you like the concept of awkward, jokey fluff. In this fic, you and Shawn are doing a livestream and he asked fans to comment their assumptions about the two you. TW: slight language and mention of slapping.

You loved how seriously Shawn was staring at the screen, his eyes scanning the rush of comments for the perfect assumption.

“I assume you are the perfect couple?”

He read and smirked at you. “We sure are. No fights, no anything negative. I have totally never smacked Y/N across the face,” he smiled at you. “Perfect.”

You laughed at the mention of him slapping you. “That was an accident. Right?”

Shawn shrugged and put on an impish grin before breaking and saying, “Yeah, Baby. I would never do that on purpose.”

He looked like he wanted to kiss you, so you stared intently at the computer you were streaming off and let out a loud hmm. “NEXT ASSUMPTION,” you said a little too loudly. “I assume Y/N liked Shawn first.” You read. “That’s a good one, I’d say that’s true.”

“False,” Shawn shook his head.

“Liar,” you laughed. “You are the biggest liar ever.” Memories of recording a song with your now husband at ages fifteen and eighteen flooded around you, sending waves of nostalgia crashing into you.

“I said you were beautiful after knowing you for ten fucking seconds.”

“AAND you refused to touch me because you were, quote unquote, sick.”

“Yeah? And?” He was enjoying this interaction wayyy too much.

“And you told me later that you were not, in fact, sick.”

“Because I loved you and I was nervous as hell.”

“Same. But I liked you since I was twelve.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“The next assumption is… ‘I assume Shawn always looks hot AF.’”

“I always look super hot, Baby.” Shawn stared deeply into your soul.

When you said nothing, Andrew, who was monitoring the stream, looked at you, prompting you to agree or disagree.

“Yeah. He is always super hot,” you ran your hand over his chest.

“Not gonna say anything funny?” Andrew asked softly.

“That was funny,” you said without missing a beat. When the reality of what you’d said settled over you, you covered your mouth and laughed out several profuse apologies.

“God, Baby girl, maybe i didn’t like you first,” Shawn laughed, shocked at your quick response. “You’re fucking savage!”

[blutopaz15]

clean slate, ch. 7: alone

Prompt: prince/princess

Rating: T (some mildly suggestive content)

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Callum and Rayla check-in with Opeli about their sleeping arrangements.

(note: this CAN be read without context, but the mini-chapter linked here does have some allusions to earlier conversations in the fic!)

Read on AO3!

[fadedsepiascribbles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Nat owns a cat. An evil cat. A cat that even Hawkeye can’t get near. Except this cat – this tiny terror named after a literal Russian evil spirit – well, she doesn’t just tolerate Bucky, she fucking likes him. Or, at least, she lets him pet her, pick her up, and take her back to his quarters, but now the cat is staying with him. Which sucks.

 

Bucky and Nat wind up as a thing nearly by accident… but mostly by cats.

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Look at that! I think this is the FIRST time I have EVER posted a multichapter work in its entirety.

Whoa.

Thanks to @ussfriendship for letting me literally write chapter one to her in chunks on discord, and to @weepingnaiad for the amazing beta and title ideas!

[frizz22]

Hilda loses her virginity to Dr.Cee and Father Blackwood finds out about it before Zelda. (Faustus being protective of Hilda).

Hey anon! Sorry for the delay, hope you still want this prompt and enjoy! Read on ao3

When Zelda let it slip that her sister was dating an incubus, he’d laughed. Because of all the witches in the coven Hilda was the last he expected, or thought, would do such a thing.

Sex demons, even ones trapped within another body, weren’t for the faint of heart. And while Hilda was certainly not weak in character, Faustus could understand, once he stopped laughing, why Zelda was concerned about her little sister.

The types of sex demons who frequented Dorian’s were relatively tame, insatiable, of course otherwise they’d be employed elsewhere, but there was no risk of peril. The one currently inhabiting a mortal in Greendale sounded as though it were a different, more volatile, breed.

“I helped her procure Damascus steel,” Zelda continued to inform him from where she was curled into his side, tracing random patterns on his chest. “So, the demon should be bound. I just worry, Faustus, from Hilda’s account it’s aggressive and the mortal only had a shred of control over it before our intervention.”

Arching a brow, Faustus tightened the arm he had around her waist and pulled her more firmly against him. “From what you tell me, it’s fairly safe now. You wouldn’t lead your sister astray with the steel and I know you wouldn’t risk her if you thought it not enough.”

She propped herself up so she could look at him properly. “Please check on her. There’s only so much she’ll tell me as her sister and my teasing may have dissuaded her from confiding certain things.”

A skeptical huff escaped him. “And why, for the love of Lucifer, would Hilda confide in me?”

“You’re her High Priest, she’s a member of your coven, it’s your duty to—"

Gently cutting her off, Faustus smiled. “I’m not asking why I should look out for your sister, Zels, I’m asking why she’d ever share her secrets with me. Even before the whole excommunication and reinstatement of her covenship, Hilda was never that invested in the church.”

Zelda shifted so she was straddling him. “Perhaps if I convince you...” she murmured, eyes hooded.

Though he’d already planned on helping and this didn’t change how Hilda would likely react to him, Faustus wasn’t about to stop Zelda... not when she was looking at him like that.

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Swallowing, Faustus uncomfortably adjusted his collar before pushing into the greenhouse at the Spellman residence, knowing he’d find Hilda there.

Grumbling under his breath, Faustus moved further into the room; never let it be said he didn’t keep his word.

When he rounded the first row of plants, Faustus saw Hilda walking a little stiffly as she approached her work bench and set down an armful of different herbs. It was only when his attention focused on the ingredients she’d selected that his eyes widened in recognition and worry.

Striding forward he grasped her forearm and, ignoring her surprised shriek, Faustus looked her over. “Did he hurt you? Did the incubus break free and force itself—"

Recovering, hand still on her heart and breathing a little heavily, Hilda blinked at him. “What?”

Faustus nodded at the herbs on the table. “I know what those are for.”

He and Zelda consumed the resulting potion on more than one occasion, after they overindulged during sex. With them, though, it was consensual, they loved toying with that line between pleasure and pain. And if, sometimes, after all the adrenaline and endorphins filtered away, they noticed the pain was a bit uncomfortable, they’d take this special healing draught. He doubted Hilda, who Zelda told him was still a virgin, would decide to go so hard her first time; at least not willingly.

Flustered, a dark blush crept onto Hilda’s cheeks and neck and she dropped her eyes. “Father Blackwood!” She gasped, tone scandalized at his prying.

“Faustus, please,” he corrected and dipped his head to try and reestablish eye contact. “Zelda told me of your incubus, how strong and unpredictable it is. Did the single bracelet of Damascus steel not contain it? Did it hurt you? If so, I will go over there right now and rip that vile thing from the man’s body and—" he began, voice growing harsher.

An alarmed squeak emanated from Hilda. “No! No, please, Fath-, Faustus.” She clutched at him, eyes wide. “Cee was in complete control the whole time.”

Confused, Faustus shook his head. “Then why the,” he gestured to the potion ingredients before them.

Blush deepening, Hilda wet her lips and fiddled with one of the herbs to avoid looking at him. “Certain muscles were worked last night that I didn’t know I had, let alone knew were used during, during…"

“Sex.” Faustus finished for her baldly. “S-E-X, sex. So, it was consensual? You’re just a little sore, not because he forced you, was rough or because the demon surfaced?”

Touched by his concern, Hilda smiled at him, even if a bit baffled. “The demon didn’t make a single appearance; Cee was a perfect gentleman.” A giggle escaped the witch and a smile crept onto her face. “In fact, he laid out these flower petals and before—"

Holding up a hand to hurriedly cut her off, Faustus stepped away and straightened his coat. “Good.” He added, clearing his throat gruffly. “I shall leave you to your potion making, then.”

Embarrassment taking over once more when she realized who she’d been gushing to, Hilda nodded. “Thank you, Faustus.” Hilda’s soft voice caught him at the door. Her face was still crimson when he turned slightly to look at her, but she met his eyes straight on. “I’m sure, I’m sure checking in on me was my sister’s idea. I appreciate that you care enough for her to follow through with it and to threaten someone you thought might have hurt me.”

Unable to deny that he initially only checked on Hilda for Zelda’s sake, Faustus rolled his shoulders. “You’re a member of my coven, Hilda, it is my duty—" at the unimpressed arch of her brow though, Faustus redirected. “I do care for your sister, and that is why I came here today. However,” he fiddled with his cane, “my anger at the possibility of you being hurt by a mortal was real. And my offer for vengeance sincere, and stands, should you ever need it.” And even he was a little stunned by the truth in his statement; but she was part of his coven, and despite everyone’s skepticism, including some of his own, Faustus did protect those who were under his care. What kind of High Priest would he be otherwise?

When a surprised and sweet smile bloomed on Hilda’s face in response to his little speech, Faustus nodded curtly and cleared his throat once more before making for the door. Only, he stopped with a silent groan.

With a slight cringe, he turned back to Hilda. “Your sister will want to know how this visit went. I suspect she is unaware of this development in your relationship with the incubus?”

Coloring once more, Hilda bit her cheek and nodded. “I, I can tell her. Mention you checked in if that works for—"

“Perfect.” Faustus eagerly agreed, hurrying out the door before he could think of anything else or Hilda decided to share more of her experience.

While he’d been fine looking in on Hilda for Zelda, he certainly wasn’t going to relay any tales about losses of virginity and flower petals for Satan’s sake. Though sex was hardly a topic he shied from, this, sharing the status of his pseudo sister-in-law’s sexual relationship pushed even his nearly nonexistent line.

Shuddering, Faustus departed quickly with plans to immerse himself in something dark and dangerous, like curse breaking or demon banishing, to rid himself of the feeling that he just participated, even minutely, in ‘girl talk’.