An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Born into privilege, magic and royalty, yet all David wants is a bit of normalcy.
He has no friends, no control over his magic, and no sense of belonging in his life.
He's never crossed the fae realm to the human realm, never even though about it. But it's all he can focus on, all that consumes his thoughts, and with a sudden impulsive thought, he decided to take a risk and transfer schools.
Normalcy is all he wants, but it's far from what he gets.
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Ship: Nogla harem
AU: Fantasy
Setting: Academy school for Others
Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains heavy swearing, explicit language, mentions of death, mentions of violence, sexual themes and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.
(Y'all, I don't even know what this shit is. Just run with me, trust TwT)
Note: Oh boy it’s warm up time bois
Ship: Daithi De Nogla/H2O Delirious
Words: 285
Warning(s): None
“Love is overrated,” Jon decided, crossing his arms as he walked out of the kitchen. “Babe, don’t be like that,” David called after him, laughing gently as he followed. “Well you- you didn’t have to eat my- my noodles! But, here we are,” he grumbled. “Jon,” David hummed, clearly entertained, “I swear I didn’t eat yer noodles! Ye must’ve gotten to them and forgotten!”
Jon stopped walking and turned, glaring up at the taller. “I wouldn’t forget eating- eating my noodles, David!” he exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest with a pout. “Well, whatever the case,” David stated as he grabbed Jon’s hand gently, “I promise I didn’t eat yer noodles.” He looked Jon in the eyes with a gentle look and hearts were melted. Jon sighed and stepped closer, placing his face into David’s chest. “I still don’t believe you,” he grumbled. “I know,” David cooed.
David felt his phone buzz and he let his free hand dig it out of his pocket. “Ev texted,” he read out loud, opening the message as Jon grunted in acknowledgement. “‘Hey guys, came over to steal back my jacket that I left here a few weeks ago that Jon wouldn’t give back, stole some food on the way out in revenge’... And he sent a pic,” he snickered at the feeling of Jon gripping his hand and snatching his phone. “That motherfucker!” he shouted. “When I get my hands on him I’m gonna- I’m- I’m gonna fucking fight him!” he declared.
A fond laugh left David’s lips and he pulled Jon into another hug. “I know ye are,” he pressed a kiss to the top of his head, before pulling back, “Just don’t hit him too hard!”
-Jon is absolutely in love with Joe and Tony, and he will give them more attention than his boyfriend
-They both have awful sleeping schedules, but always make sure to sleep awfully together ("Nine am is a perfect time t'go t'bed, right Delirious?)
-You do not want these two on an uno team together, it just ends in chaos and frustration for all parties involved
-Jonathan poking at Nogla's face and calling him "So cute!" in that way he says cute? Astounding, 10/10, I love that shit
-DAVID SINGING SONGS AND PLAYING HIS GUITAR FOR DELIRIOUS?! DELIRIOUS LISTENING AND WATCHING WITH AN AWESTRUCK LOOK ON HIS FACE???!!?
-Anytime anyone asks for a face reveal, Delirious just posts an unflattering picture of Nogla and usually gushes about how much he loves his boyfriend
-They're weebs and watch anime together- they make popcorn, get little boxes of candy, and snuggle up to watch Attack on Titan and Dragonball Z
-Punk Delirious and Pastel Nogla, you can't change my mind
-Nogla gets Jon a teddy bear mindlessly, like if he's at the grocery store and sees a little teddy bear keychain, or if he's at the drugstore and they have Valentine's day bears on display. He'll always grab one for Delirious.
A/N: Day 2! Green was the prompt, and I decided to take it and fucking run. Enjoy!! I also find it very ironic that at least 3 separate people wrote TerrorLadd Day 1.
This was a terrible idea in hindsight.
Delirious had decided that this convention would be the one. The one where he would, as Luke so kindly put it, grow a pair and finally meet his friends that he had spent so much time with. But like, not all at once. His anxiety about this whole thing was still biting him in the ass, and well ... he couldn’t just go from 0 to 100 real quick. Baby steps.
Maybe a random selector online he found off the first page of Google wasn’t the best idea, especially after he had gotten Nogla of all people. He wasn’t backing down though. Although, maybe Daithi’s phone going to voicemail straight away was a sign from the universe.
He was an idiot as usual however. And now he was stuck wandering around a convention center looking for a tall lanky dark haired Irish man in a green shirt. But there was green everywhere: cosplayers and booths and random people all dawned the color. It didn’t help that that was the only thing Nogla had told him about him at the convention. It would be fun, he said. Yeah, fun left the building about 3 hours ago, going on 4.
A buzzing in his pocket distracted his search. Taking really any distraction at this point, he picked it up without even a glance at the caller ID. He had a feeling who it was though. “Hello?”
“Any luck?” Luke asked from the other end.
“None at all. I mean, what kind of guy only tells you the color of the shirt they are wearing?” Delirious wondered as he kept moving distractedly through the crowds.
“A clever one or a stupid one. And sometimes Daithi can be the latter of the two.”
“Can’t you just come find me and call this day a bust?” Jon whined.
“Nope. This was your idea, you have to go through with it.”
“No, but like, can’t we do this tomorrow with Evan or someone? Somebody who actually mi...” Delirious didn’t get to finish the thought as he ran into someone. The phone fell forwards as he did, but someone managed to grab his waist before falling face first into the ground.
“You okay?” The stranger asked, and Jonathan simply nodded, too embarrassed by the whole thing to say a word. The man’s words were laced in a heavy accent, and they seemed familiar to Delirious. But he was too focused on his phone to figure out why that was. “Alright man. What has you so distracted.” The stranger let Jon go, and he retrieved his phone a few feet away.
“I was talking to a friend.” He replied, looking down at the screen to see Luke had hung up on him. “Sorry for running ... into you.” His voice faltered as he looked up straight into Nogla’s eyes. This was the man he’d planned to meet up with. Now what?
“It’s fine, man. Hope you enjoy the rest of the convention!”
“Yeah, I will.” Delirious almost walked away, but turned at the last second. He had an idea. “Actually, can you help me find someone? I’m supposed to meet him here.”
“Sure. What do they look like?”
“Well, he’s really tall, and a guy. Feel like I should mention that. He’s got black hair including a slight stubble. Irish too. And he’s wearing a green shirt.”
“Ok. I’ll keep an eye out of for him.” Del wanted to slap himself right there. I’m talking about you you dense beanpole!!
“Thanks man.” He said instead, typing a quick message on his phone. “Another thing you should know. He’s really oblivious sometimes.” And with that, Jonathan disappeared into the crowd.
David wondered what the guy when a message came through on his phone. It was from Delirious, and it caused him to spew several profanities from his mouth over how idiotic he was.
That was me, you dumbass.
“DELIRIOUS!!” David yelled, not caring about all the people’s heads who turned in his direction.
“FIND ME!!” The man in question shouted back. “YOU KNOW WHAT I’M WEARING!!” Daithi sighed, and began the search for the crazed masked madman in the blue sweatshirt.
