Could I request Ace and Deuce (poly if you can, separate if you can't :3) with a reader who is like very stoic and kinda scary and isn't good with words but is completely casual with physical affection whether in public or private. Not embarrassed about kissing them, holding their hands, asking to cuddle, etc. So what if people judge, what are they gonna do about it.
(If it's possible, can reader be not specified as Yuu/Prefect?)
Poly!Adeuce with a stoic but very affectionate reader!
Characters: Ace and Deuce
Warnings: N/A, just pure fluff
A/N: Halllooo :]! Thank you for requesting!! This is one of my first times writing for a poly ask so bit of a heads up! I did not only poly but also just Ace and Deuce for those who don't want one or the other!
Hope you enjoy!! And happy late Halloween!!
Ace Trappola
After realizing you're an affectionate person with a scary face Ace got a kick out of it.
Here you were looking like you were angry with the world, with your arms over his shoulders from behind.
Ace LOVES the affection.
I see Ace as an affectionate guy as well in the touch department.
Yeah he talks, a lot, but even with you being quiet he oddly doesn't feel like he's being ignored or annoying
Especially not when you're holding his hand when he talks and complains
I can't see Ace being pretty okay with PDA as long as Riddle wasn't there to tell him off for it
If you're hanging off of him then he's doing the same to you
It's practically expected now that you two are almost always touching in some way.
Holding hands, linked fingers, leaning on the other, it's become a staple in your guys relationship.
I can see people asking Ace why the scary student of all people.
And Ace just proudly asks for a kiss and watches who ever asked get even more confused.
He loves showing off the fact he has both scary dog privileges as well as cuddle bug privileges.
Ace is a sucker for kisses. Lips, cheeks, forehead.
Any way he's eating that shit UP.
He also is a fan of cuddles. And during cuddles he's oddly quiet.
Something about being so safe and warm makes Aces brain turn to mush for an hour or two and forget about the world for a bit.
You wouldn't mind being his alibi if he showed up late for another class right?
Especially if it meant a few extra minutes or hours with you.
Deuce Spade
Deuce is kind of shocked by the fact you're so.. lovey.
Sure he knew you weren't actually mean or scary. You just looked intimidating.
But when you just gave him a good morning in class and gave him a kiss for the first time, he kind of had to rethink everything.
It takes Deuce a bit of time to get used to it, he's not as much for PDA as Ace is.
He gets embarrassed more easily with public affection so he may ask you to turn it down just a bit.
That doesn't mean he won't be affectionate back in public.
Most commonly will be holding hands under desks and between classes.
Or him leaning on you when he's being bored to death in Treins' class.
He finds the difference between how you present and how you act a bit jarring.
You looked intimidating when you and Deuce first met, now here you were acting like a clingy puppy dog.
Once Deuce gets more used to the contrast he almost forgets the irony of it all.
Unlike Ace who is fully aware of the contradicting looks and actions. Deuce gets to a point to where it's his normal.
So he gets a tad bit confused when someone looks shocked at you being affectionate.
Deuce would like PDA at times yes, but he prefers affection behind closed doors.
He's not embarrassed by you, he's embarrassed because of you, big difference.
If Deuce had to pick a favorite form of affection from you it would be holding your hand, or linking fingers.
Call him childish, but it helps him feel connected to you.
He doesn't like using your intimidating self as a scare, since he doesn't really see you as scary anymore.
All he can see when he looks at you now is his very affectionate lover who probably wouldn't hurt a fly except to save a life.
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade
I imagine at the start of the relationship they would know you weren't a words kind of person.
After all there's enough trust between the three of you to be in a relationship, so assume there's a lot of understanding there as well.
I feel like Ace at least isn't the sappiest in the words department either. Not to say he isn't going to place a sweet word or two.
Out of the three of you Deuce is the sap with words, which says a lot since Deuce is a bit awkward with words.
But you can rely on the fact any words he says, even with stutters or long pauses are as truthful as they can be.
As for physical touch Ace takes the cake there for being more clingy.
But I don't think it's to the extent of how casual your affection is...
The three of you aren't very secretive as to the nature of your relationship.
As long as the three of you are happy you couldn't care less what some nameless student has to say.
And Ace loves the fact that you're so casual in loving both him and Deuce in public.
If you get into a routine, say kisses before class, Ace will hold Deuce by the arm and stand in front of you expectantly until you give them both kisses.
Deuce is a lot more shy, in comparison to Ace at least.
He's still getting used to the idea of two people loving him, and having both of those partners being affectionate people? Fear he may be down for the count.
But even if he gets flustered he also is a sucker for the affection.
He won't ask like Ace will, but he will glace at you as if waiting for your usual affection.
Aces favorite affection you give is a tie between cuddles and kisses.
Kisses are easy and can be given both in and out of the public eye, and it makes his heart skip a beat when you surprise him with a kiss.
Cuddles because it's more private and, in his eyes, more intimate.
Just cuddled up with his two favorite people in bed...
Makes him want to sleep in more than he already does in the morning.
For deuce he really likes holding hands and leaning on each other.
Hand holding is something innocent but helps him feel connected to you.
Having you lean on him, or him leaning on you during class just makes the day better.
It's a way to recharge without needing to go to the dorms and lay in his bed.
Ace finds it hilarious whenever someone sees the "scary" student being an affectionate fool to either of his partners.
The humor is a little lost on Deuce , but he cares more about the fact he's receiving the affection instead of others reactions to the affection.
There's very little jealousy since you're so affectionate neither of them feel like the other gets more love.
Besides their preferences work out.
Ace is more than fine with PDA, while Deuce might want to keep it a little more quiet unless at the dorms.
Though holding hands as a trio or random breaks in the court yard where the three of you are just a pile of body and tired voices.
No one is left out or sold short on love between the three of you.
The silence in the cabin was thick with tension. Azriel and Cassian seemed to be having a silent conversation of their own. Surprisingly, you were the one to speak first.
“Did you know?” Cassian looked away from Azriel. The males turned to face you fully. Their muscles were filled with tension, their faces unreadable.
“We suspected,” Azriel answered candidly.
“Is,” you paused, unsure if you really wanted the answer to your question. “Is that why you hate me? Is the thought of being mated to me that bad?” Something like pain flashed across both the males' faces, but you'd decided you didn't want the answer, you didn't want their pity. “Nevermind,” you said as you backed up. “I get it,” you mumbled as you turned toward the only bedroom in the cabin.
“No,” Cassian began, but you were already closing the bedroom door.
The cabin was one you'd been in a few times before. Used mostly as a safe house at the border of your court. You suspected Azriel brought you here to let you down. So he and Cassian could explain they didn't want you as their mate without your brother getting involved. From the bedroom you could have winnowed back home. To the peace and quiet and safety of your bedroom, but a part of you didn't want to leave the males. So, you locked yourself in the only room the cabin had. A small space. Filled only with a bed and a dresser. The sheets were cold and stiff, unused for ages.
A knock sounded at your door. “Can we come in?” Cassian asked.
“Why?” You huffed out.
A creak in the floor boards sounded, as though Cassian was on the other side of the door shifting his weight nervously. “We need to talk about this.”
“There's nothing to talk about.” You answered.
“Let us in, Y/N.” Azriel said. You debated your choices for a moment before deciding to open the door for them. You didn't expect to see the males' mouths turned down, or their brows furrowed with stress. You waved them in before going and sitting on the bed. Azriel propped himself against the wall across from you while Cassian sat at the edge of the bed, careful to keep his distance from you. “It's time we explain our side of things.”
“You mean why you hate me,” you corrected.
“We don't hate you, we've never hated you.” Cassian said.
“You have a funny way of showing it.” You grumbled.
“Just let us explain this first,” Cassian pleaded. He shared a look with Azriel before looking back at you. “Then you can do what you want, you can hate us, reject us-” Cassian stopped, and it was Azriel that continued for him.
“If you want to reject the mating bond, we would understand.”
“You don't?” You asked.
“Fuck no,” Cassian said as Azriel shook his head.
“We've liked you for a long time, Y/N. Long before we ever suspected a mating bond.” Azriel admitted.
“Rhys told us to stay away, that you were off limits.” Cassian said.
“He ordered us,” Azriel added.
“No flirting, no flings, completely off limits.” Cassian said. “So we figured, best to keep you at a distance. And we did that the only way we really knew how.”
“We acted like pricks.” Azriel admitted. “We made sure we were never overly mean, but never friendly.”
“It was fucking hard.” Cassian said.
You were pretty sure you had stopped breathing by now. The teasing, the cold shoulders, it was all a facade.
But it was a facade that was ingrained into you now. Bond or no bond, you couldn't forget that.
“Seeing Eris on you today, kissing you, touching you,” Azriel shook his head. “Naturally, with our luck, that's when the bond snapped for us, and my instincts, our instincts,” Azriel corrected with a nod towards Cassian. “They went crazy.”
“I still want to go back and fight him,” Cassian admitted.
Silence filled the room as you took in their words. The admission of their true feelings. “You made me hate you,” you breathed.
“We had to,” Cassian answered. “It was the only way we knew we could stay on the other side of that line.”
“The line my brother laid down for you.” You said.
“Yes,” Azriel said.
“So is that your plan moving forward, to just be fucking dicks?”
“We're tired of hiding our feelings for you.” Cassian said.
“What do you want exactly?” Something stirred inside of you as you asked the question. Something warm and low in your belly.
“Right now,” Azriel said as he pushed himself off the wall. “I want to erase any trace of Eris from your body. I want to show you how well I could worship you.”
“We just want a chance,” Cassian said. “A chance to prove we can be good, that we deserve you.”
Sometime throughout the conversation you and Cassian had moved closer together. With Azriel standing in front of you, the males were close enough that you could reach out and touch them both.
“You care for me?” You asked.
Both males nodded. “More than you know,” Cassian said.
“Then show me.”
Azriel's lips were on yours first. His scared hands grasped your hips to pull you closer. Cassian's hands trailed your body, his lips on your neck.
“Lay back,” Azriel instructed as he pulled back from your lips. You followed his instructions without hesitation.
“Wanted this for so long,” Cassian said as he shed his top.
The room was cramped for the three of you, especially for two large, winged males, but it seemed that none of you cared at the moment. The golden thread tying you all together was a living thing, threading your hearts together, feeding into your desire. Logic, rules, it all seemed to go out the window.
“I hated these past years,” Azriel said as he worked your top off. At the end of the bed Cassian was taking your pants off, his calloused hands trailing all over your naked thighs as he did so. “Watching from a far, keeping you at a distance.”
“Watching other males eye fuck you,” Cassian supplied.
“You have too many clothes on,” you directed at both the males.
Cassian sent a roguish grin your way. “Sorry sweetheart, we'll fix that.” With a flick of his wrist Cassian undid his pants. He pulled them off in one quick movement, leaving you to stare at his hard and aching cock. You smirked, understanding now why the male was always so cocky.
“Show off,” you mumbled.
“What,” Cassian said innocently as he climbed over you. “I thought that this was what you wanted?”
You kissed him instead of answering, although you suppose the kiss was an answer in itself. Where your kiss with Azriel was urgent, Cassian's was lazy. He kissed like he had all the time in the world.
A hand came down to your center, pulling a gasp from you. You pulled away from Cassian to see Azriel was kneeling on the bed at your side, one arm propped himself up while the other teased your core.
“Fuck,” you breathed. You felt like you were drugged, like the bond had fully taken over. You loved it. “Fuck me,” you ordered to neither male in particular.
“Easy,” Cassian said.
“We need to prep you first.” Azriel told you.
“I can take it,” you said.
Above you, Cassian shook his head. “No, I won't risk hurting you and neither will Azriel.”
“Besides,” Azriel said as he slipped a finger inside of you. “We'll make it worth your while.”
---
You didn't know how long you'd been in that cabin, nor did you care. Azriel fucked you with his hand while Cassian's mouth left marks all across your body. The room was hot, filled with moans and breathy cries of pleasure.
"Please," you begged. "I need your cock. Now."
"Needy thing," Cassian breathed into your ear.
"She's ready," Azriel said as he pulled his fingers from your soaking core.
"Ready for my cock?" Cassian asked. As if you hadn't been begging for it since he'd kissed you.
"Yes."
With nothing else said, Cassian sunk into you. His cock stretched you out, the thick head going further and further in you as he thrust slowly into your cunt. Azriels shadows found your breasts, squeezing them.
"Fuck," Cassian breathed as he finally thrust all the way in. "You're so tight."
"Fuck me," you ordered as you pushed down on his cock.
"I'm going to. But, fuck-" Cassian hissed as you squeezed your walls around him. "I won't be able to hold back." You looked into Cassians eyes, his pupils blown wide. You could tell that he meant it. Either from holding back for so long, or what you suspected was the frenzy of accepting the mating bond, you knew he wouldn't be holding back.
"Good." You answered with a smile.
Your answer seemed to lift an invisible weight off of Cassians' shoulders as he finally let himself go. His next thrust was hard, fast, and within no time at all he had the bed banging against the wall as he fucked into you. It was hard, fast, and exactly what you wanted. You knew you would be covered in bruises before you could even try and take your other mates cock.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." Cassian warned. Cassian reached out and grabbed Azriel's hand. "Rub her," he ordered.
"Like that?" Azriel asked as he began rubbing your clit.
"Fuck! Yes!" You cried.
"Where-" Cassian gasped. "Where do you want me to- to finish?"
"Inside, fuck, Cassian!" You cried as your climax washed over you. Neither males stopped as your legs shook with aftershocks.
"Fuck," Cassian sighed as he came inside of you. You felt his cock throb, his seed filling you. It was everything you never knew you wanted. Or nearly so. "Took me so well," Cassian said softly.
"So good," you breathed happily.
Cassian chuckled. "Just wait until Azriel fucks you." He said as he pulled his softening cock out of you. You both groaned as his seed followed, dripping down your body onto the sheets below.
"Ready for round two?" Azriel asked as he situation himself between your thighs.
You pulled him in close, kissing him. You broke apart when you needed air. "Fuck me, Azriel."
Azriel kissed you again, slower this time. "As you wish."
Azriel thrust into you in a single move, pulling a loud moan out of you. His scared hands grasped your hips, pulling you down on his cock at each thrust. He fucked you like you were a toy. You loved it.
"Isn't she perfect?" Cassian asked from your side as his hands trailed over your breasts.
"Yes," you cried. You didn't know if you were agreeing, trying to spur Azriel on, or just grateful for the males giving you pleasure. But you didn't care, and words kept tumbling from your mouth. "Yes, fuck, perfect." You gasped. "So good."
Azriels shadows ghosted across your body. Cool wisps that licked at your heated skin.
"Tell me I get to fill you up too," Azriel said. "Tell me I get to fuck my seed into you."
"Yes!" You cried loudly. "Fuck yes, Azriel!"
"Come with me," Azriel ordered.
Azriel thrust particularly hard, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you climax with a shout. A few more thrusts from Azriel, and he followed along with you, filling you up with his spend.
"Fuck," you gasped as the post orgasm haze settled over you.
"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" Azriel said. Your only answer was a silent nod.
Beside you, Cassian chuckled. "Guess we fucked you well."
You smiled. "Very well." You agreed.
---
You stayed in the cabin ever after you all cleaned up. Content to just be in each others presence.
"If you're serious about this, we'll have to tell my brother." Cassian and Azriel both tensed at the mention of another male. Their newly bonded instincts fighting through at the thought of another male near you. You watched silently as they both tried to stamp that instinct out.
However, Azriel's voice was noticeably gruffer as he answered you. "Of course we're serious. We want you, as long as you'll have us, we'll be at your side."
You smiled warmly. "Good," you said softly. "I like that."
"Does that mean you accept the bond?" Cassian asked, hope clear in his voice.
"I thought the sex answered that," you said coyly. "But yes, as soon as we're out of this tiny cabin, I'll bake a nice desert for you two."
"I would eat rotten fruit if you fed it to me," Cassian said seriously.
You couldn't help the laugh that spilled from you. "No rotten fruit. A nice cake. You'll each get a slice."
Both males nodded.
"We'll take whatever you give us, for however long you wish." Azriel said softly.
Inside of you, the bond glowed, a bright golden thread tying you all together. A living thing that couldn't slip through your fingers. You smiled. You'd never felt so whole.
Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink
Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room
Or both
Stay hydrated love
One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ
SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.
WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!
A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀
"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.
"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.
"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.
You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.
"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.
Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.
"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.
You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.
"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.
"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.
"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.
"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.
"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.
"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.
"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.
"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.
"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.
"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.
"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.
"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.
"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.
"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.
"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.
You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.
"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.
You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.
"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.
Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.
"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.
You run a little magic shop in a busy part of town, you read tarot, make potions, offer simple spiritual services. Like any other human magic shop owner. You're definitely, probably, nothing more than that.
Tags: Polyfic, Red String of fate, Supernatural, Mythology, Magic, Theology, Ghosts, Vampire, Modern Fantasy, Divination, Angst Adjacent, Soulmates, Smut, Oral Sex, Threesomes, Biting, DS dynamics
Note: There have been minor edits for continuity and typos. I started this fic very shortly after Sylus was released. I know it can lean a little towards crack as I was still newish and learning the boys personalities.
[Chapter One] [AO3] [>>]
Chapter One: Every Parting is Like Death
The door chimes.
“Excuse me?”
You know someone has entered but still you startle when he speaks. A little jump a little squeak, a little bit embarrassing. You mark your page and close your book, smiling when you answer.
“Can I help you?” You don’t look up as you tuck the book under the counter then you straighten up making sure nothing else is out of place on your counter as you wait for a response.
When you glance towards him, wondering what’s taking him so long, you notice he’s tall and dressed well enough to be the kind of client who expects you to be looking him the eye to hear him properly. He’s smiling when you nod at him and you hope he’ll speak soon.
His shoulders drop and he crosses his arms. You can feel the smile on your face becoming forced. You wonder if this is a test, if he knows. If someone has figured it out.
Ratted you out.
He looks like a wounded animal standing at your counter and you can feel your pulse start to quicken. Nothing you’re doing is illegal, and if it was no one can prove it.
And if they could, there was always the Twins.
Your mouth twitches as you hold your forced smile, “Did you need something?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he says. “You look busy, I’m not in a hurry.”
You glance around the quiet shop and try to relax. “We're dead," you point out. "I was reading, what do you need?”
He huffs out a breath that sounds relieved and says, “I think I’m being haunted.”
“You think,” you echo. “But you don’t know?”
He looks a little stricken at that, a little smaller like he hadn’t considered that. It strikes you as odd that it seems like his first line of action was to seek an exorcism, but he doesn’t argue with you.
You walk around the counter and he shuffles cautiously to face you, his eyes dart around like he’s having a silent argument with himself but you certainly don’t feel anything attached to him.
There was always the chance that your own wards would keep something small and weak outside the threshold of the shop but there’s something about this man in front of you that makes you curious where you would normally be cautious.
“You might feel a little bit of something,” you say. “Like the room is being pressurized, there’s candies on the counter if you’re sensitive to that sort of thing.”
He nods, eyes firmly on you, his shoulders relax.
“It'll be fast,” you add, “sometimes it makes people dizzy, please tell me if you see whatever you think is haunting you.”
He nods again, short and sharp. He’s paying attention. You like that. You’re used to skeptics who come to you as a last resort.
You inhale deep into your belly and press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you picture a veil lifting, a door opening. Your eyes flick back and forth between your lids. You feel the lost spirits that wander your little nook, you feel the regulars your wards are meant to keep out.
That one poltergeist that likes to knock things off your shelves like a particularly irritating cat, still looking for the previous owner, moves through the stacks. You don’t feel anything new.
Not at first.
As you exhale and bring your wards back up you feel cold. A sucking cold directly in front of you. Your eyes open quickly and he glances away.
“I see why you think you’re haunted,” you comment delicately.
His eyes flick back to you quickly. “You saw it?”
“No,” you snort.
His posture changes, he’s defensive now, and you watch him carefully. You know you’re not in danger because he needs something from you. You keep your shoulders relaxed, your feet rooted to the spot.
“But I imagine it’s not uncommon,” you trail off. You want to say for people like you, but that seems insenstive.
“Are you going to put on a silver collar now?” He asks quietly but you can hear a simmering anger there.
“No.”
“Make me wear a muzzle?” He asks, a little louder, a little more force.
You scoff at the absurdity of it and realize too late the way it comes off as he continues.
“I’ve been to three other witches, and every single one of you has humiliated me and then refused me help just because I’m a vampire. You have no idea how much money I had to pay just to get your name, do you think a fox would beg a hen for help while hungry?”
You do laugh then. You don’t mean for it to sound demeaning, it’s just the words he used. There's an interesting admission hidden inside his rant. He has no idea what you really are, and whoever he paid didn't either.
“Are you going to send me away?” The anger is gone now, replaced with defeat.
With the wind out of his sails he’s just a boy looking for help.
“I need you to answer a question for me,” you say gently. You already know you’ll help but you need to make sure you're right. “In this metaphor with the Fox and the Hen, which of us is the Fox?”
He frowns at you, cocks his head like a puppy and you wonder who he saw that thought they could muzzle him. You wonder if you should tell him they turned him away because they realized they couldn’t.
“Only one of us is a predator,” he says, looking away from you before he finishes.
You smile at him, and walk back behind your counter. “It will take an hour to close the shop,” you tell him, filling out an appointment card. “I’d love to lock the door right now and find out exactly why you think you’re haunted but I have a delivery to make in fifteen minutes.”
He takes the card from you, “You’ll help?”
“You’re wrong that I don’t know how much you paid for my name, I have a pretty good idea what that information is worth, and I also know most everyone who is selling that information. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how dangerous some people’s natural born gifts can be in this city.”
“Not yours though,” he says nodding, a little smirk on his lips.
You like that he’s smart enough to figure it out, “Of course not, I’m all learned skills, exorcisms and potions. You know like normal human people.
He laughs a little.
“When you come back the door will be locked, slip your appointment card in the mailbox and knock twice. The glass in the door window will change, make sure it’s changed and then come in.”
He raises his eyebrows. “What if the window doesn’t change?”
“If the window doesn’t change you won’t be able to enter,” you look him in the eyes, “ever.”
“Ever,” he echos.
“If the window doesn’t change it means that you' are a danger to me 're dangerous to me, or I' have've discovered something about your or your case that could put my place here at risk.”
He stares at you for a moment, his eyes unfocused, his brow crinkles. “You’re more than a witch.”
He says it like a question and you like that about him too. You hope the door lets him back in later just to see his face when he finds out what you are.
“According to my civil registration,” you smile, “I’m a magic user of minimum natural talent. I never miss an evaluation.”
He shakes his head like maybe that will rattle the missing piece of this interaction into place.
“It’s not time sensitive I won’t mind if you’re late.” You add.
“What about if I’m early?”
“It’ll be inconvenient,” you shrug, “for me, the person you’re asking to help you.”
He nods, “And if I don’t come alone?”
“As long as no one intending to enter with you means me or my space harm then it’s not an issue, but my number is on the card and I would appreciate a heads up.” You’re so sick of your customer service voice, a little impatient to find out if he can come in. To find out the details. To be a little more yourself when you’re outside the city and you know you can trust him.
He nods again, “And when I can enter, then you’ll help me.”
“If I can, if there is something I can help with.”
“And if it isn’t?”
“If it isn’t, you either need a therapist, or I can speak with some friends, see who might be willing to meet with you.”
“You’re saying you’re not my best chance?”
“I’m not entirely sure you even need me,” you admit, “but you have my attention.”
He nods one more time, “That’s more than anyone else has offered me, thank you.”
You shrug. You don’t want to admit that you’re bored. You’re sick of being human, and a little excited to meet a new non-human person.
The door chimes when he opens it to leave, “See you in an hour,” he says.
“I hope so,” you wave.
The chime plays again as the door swings shut and you run your hand across the wards on your counter, the door to the city locks. There wasn’t really a delivery but you are curious who sold him your name without giving you a heads up.
If it were Xavier he’d have told you, if it were Rafayel he’d have told Xavier, and Xavier would have told you.
Kieran would have split the pot with you.
There are only two people that you know of who wouldn’t tell you.
“Luke,” you say as soon as he answers. “Did you sell my name to a Vampire who thinks he’s haunted?”
“I might have,” he says in a tone that you know means he absolutely did not. You figured as much but you never know with Luke.
“Have you left yet?” You ask, even though you can hear water running and you know he hasn’t.
“Of course, why would I be late for tea with you and Keiran,” he’s never late, travelling poses Luke no risk.
“That sucks, I was hoping you could bring my bead with you.”
“Bead?” He says, intrigued.
You turn to the door at the back of your shop, wiggle the doorknob up then down, turn it left then right then left again, hold it for a moment and tap it twice, “Yeah, I need it.” You tap the door knob once more and then hold it for a moment before turning it all the way and opening it to your home.
“You need it or you’re bored?” Luke asks.
“Does it matter?”
“No but I’m curious,” he laughs.
“It’s both, I had an interesting customer today, and I think I’ll need it to help him, but I’m also a little sick of being a mostly normal human.”
“You’re only supposed to tell me the first part,” he laughs.
“You said you only made this deal with me because you liked my honesty,” you point out, grabbing a couple books off your shelf.
You can already hear Kieran somewhere in your home.
“Are you talking to Luke, is he running late?” Kieran calls out.
“He says he isn’t,” you call back, “but I think he’s lying.”
Luke snorts into the phone and then you feel static all over your body, there’s a crackle and a metallic taste at the back of your throat.
“I would have been here sooner,” Luke calls from the kitchen, “but someone asked for their bead.”
“Couldn’t be me,” you shrug when Kieran pops his head around the corner.
“Are you still working when I’ve brought you tea and pastries from that place you like downtown?” Kieran frowns.
“Might be,” you shrug surveying a pile of books on a table and adding one to the pile in your arms.
“Do you need your bead for work?” He asks frown deepening.
“I think so,” you smile, walking past him into the parlor.
You know exactly which cup is yours and plop yourself on the floor beside it. “You guys ever meet a vampire?”
Luke claps his hands and Kieran sighs.
“He bought my name from someone,” you say.
“Not me,” Kieran says turning to Luke.
“Me neither,” Luke adds.
“Ok, I know that, and I can only think of one person who might sell a vampire my name and not tell me.”
“When did you last hear from him?” Kieran asks softly.
You flip through the first of your books as the boys each grab one from your pile and start flipping through them even though you haven’t told them what you’re looking for. You shrug in response, time is weird at your age you think it might be a year but years seem so much shorter than the word sounds to your ears. “So this vampire thinks he’s haunted,” you say instead.
Your phone vibrates a few times in quick succession.
“Three different human witches tried to muzzle him and then turned him away. There was nothing with him in the shop, I even lifted the wards just to be sure.”
“Then it’s probably nothing,” Luke shrugs.
“Guilty conscience,” Kieran adds.
“You’re probably right,” you admit.
You phone vibrates a few more times. You concentrate on skimming your books.
“You need the bead because?” Kieran asks.
“It might be something else,” you says leaning back, sticking a few post-it notes in your books to mark interesting pages.
“Explain,” Luke says.
“What else?” Kieran says at the same time.
You shrug again. “I don’t know that’s why we’re doing research while we drink our tea.”
Luke rolls his eyes.
“Listen, someone sold him my name, and it sounds like whoever did knew the value of that.” They nod. “They only gave him my name so they know my reputation.”
“You’re welcome,” Luke offers a little salute.
You snort. “No one selling my name is going to risk wasting my time-“
“They might want to hurt you though,” Kieran says.
“You know I have that covered,” it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I figure there’s something interesting here, and I’m so bored with tarot, and truth potions, and luck charms and sending off ghost grannies.
“Luke gives me my bead and if he can’t enter I’ll figure out where he got my name and we deal with it. If he can enter, worst case he just needs a therapist and I give the bead back tomorrow.”
You check your phone while Kieran processes your logic.
“What’s this vampire’s name,” Luke asks.
Messages are from unknown numbers, the most recent one just says see you soon, the rest seem to be from the vampire, “Sylus,” you say reading the first message.
It’s me, Sylus. The vampire who definitely left your shop without giving you a name.
The rest of the messages make you freeze, you switch back to the most recent message from the other number.
“Kieran,” you hiss. “Do you have his number?”
Kieran looks at you for a minute and opens his phone, you pull it out of his hand and Luke snorts out a laugh.
You smirk a little to yourself. “Today.” You say.
They both look at you brows furrowed as they try to parse what that means.
My friend wants to come with me. A text from the vampire reads. He’s the one who found the guy who sold me your name. He’s kind of insisting .
“You asked me the last time I heard from him ,” you explain.
His name is Zayne .
“The last time I heard from Zayne is today,” You say, you can’t help the smile on your face as you save the contact in your phone.
“I guess you’ll be needing this.” Luke says leaning forward to offer you your bead.
*
“Did you figure out why she’s so special?” Zayne asks, leg bouncing as they stand outside the door to your shop.
Sylus laughs. “She smelled perfectly human, she had that amber smell of magic on her and she definitely tries to hide how strong it is. She was funny-“
“Was she pretty?” Zayne asks.
“I guess,” Sylus says.
“Can we go in yet?”
“Why did you make me leave so early,” Sylus complains frowning at the door. “She said it would inconvenience her if I was early, I don’t really want to make her mad.”
AUAUUGJGHJ have i told u how cool u are. like ur writing several requests at a time while managing writers block. like u handle it and still be able to write so well??? thats so cool?? i js adore ur work idk atp..
so ermm maybe some poly preferences w sparrow!ben and klaus dating reader,, would wanna see how they worked it out esp w ben being there yk :3
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awe tysm I appreciate this shit sm it's not even funny A; but yeah I could totally try!! hopefully this came out well idk LOLLL; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
SPARROW! BEN & KLAUS ; sharing isn't caring
summary; dating sparrow! ben and klaus is fucking hell on earth
warnings; language
disclaimers; no harcest.... gtfo, also the other sparrows aren't dead, pretend the grandfather paradox didn't happen
word count ; 471
masterlist
they're both go out and party guys, whether you like it or not
you're constantly going out to clubs and parties (and probably acting as the one watching over them. if not then Ben is watching over you and Klaus)
if you'd prefer to stay in over going out then there's a little spinner thing in the kitchen that decides what they're doing that free night / weekend
^ some nights it's just sitting around watching movies, others it's you and Klaus having a mini fashion show as you await ben coming home from the club w the other sparrows, and sometimes it's you and ben cooking awaiting klaus' return from the bar with five and luther
you do go out as a trio though
and you try to not make it obvious you're dating both of them, at least to strangers
even 2024 isn't that safe for poly ppl
sometimes you all just mutually agree to do one thing, but you mostly have different desires so you try and mix them all together
like if you wanna go on a jog, Klaus wants to go shopping and Ben wants to run some errands, you walk to wherever Ben needs to go and head to the grocery store afterwards / in between (whatevers more convenient)
that doesn't mean your plans don't get switched up tho
you're the most unorganized ppl ever.
reginald would be dissapointed in them (well.. Ben, mostly)
you usually have aux in the car / in the house
but you do rock paper scissors for it most the time and you always win
klaus usually plays stuff like april skies, streetwalker, queer, etc (like 90s grunge (?)) or classic rap / hip hop. the occasional song like come clean or sailor song, probably mix in some she wants revenge and the cure tho
he'd unironically make yall listen to foxszn and 3drinkz all the time
ben is a kind of an early 2000s rock fan but won't actually admit it. like paramore, linkin park, 3 days grace, he was an emo kid
but he usually plays like classic rock or songs you can like dance too iykwim
klaus is a physical affection guy while ben is more into acts of service
"can I get a hug??? 😔😔"
"you need anything? I'll grab you some more-"
they're so sweet I can't
they lowkey don't fight over you at all
I mean they're bros from other hoes
they argue about those doing dishes and shit not over you 💀💀💀
please feel free to check out the winners of our spring 2024 bulbagarden fanfiction contest, trainers! they were all incredibly written and deserve lots of praise! one of the winning entries is by a certain mod of this tumblr...! (-lisia)
best overall: birdcage effect (m/m, emmet x volo)
runner-up: if i could become a comet (m/m, ash x gary)
best romance: dream (m/f, lucian x shauntal)
runner-up: farewell letter (m/m, ash x gary)
best usage of theme: blossoming (m/f, soldward x sonia) and farewell letter
runner-up: a betting takeoff (f/f, m/m, skyla x elesa, steven x jasmine)
best lgbtq+ romance: there was a union/of heart and mind/the likes of which are rare/and, oh, so hard to find (m/f/m, wallace x winona x steven)
runner-up: if i could become a comet
best polyamorous fic: there was a union/of heart and mind/the likes of which are rare/and, oh, so hard to find
readers' choice: birdcage effect and if i could become a comet
So apparently my brain decided that what the Eagle of the Ninth really needed was post-canon bisexual chaos, polyamory, and a druid with a strawberry agenda.
🍓Polyamorous OT3 💘✨
Marcus/Esca/Cottia (MMF), slow burn, angst, fluff, and Romano-British historical nonsense in equal measure.
AO3 link –>
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The incredible @beemot did this awesome sketch of Reyes Vidal, Cerys Ryder, and Harry Carlyle for my fic Saints and Liars! I'm in love with it! Thank you! 🤩🥰😍
