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reiderwriter · 8 months

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You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual.

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck.

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more.

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough.

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?”

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you.

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all.

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man.

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.”

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby.

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips.

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow.

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you.

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you.

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again.

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

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You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still.

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs.

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again.

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you.

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want.

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge.

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch.

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man.

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan.

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly.

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer.

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper.

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….”

–X–

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet.

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face.

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was.

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues.

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you.

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity.

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had.

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close.

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts.

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation.

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise.

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to.

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kazumist · 3 months

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EPISODE 12 ✿ I GOT YOU

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

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it was silent when you arrived. diluc was already there, his eyes focused on his phone, typing.

pulling up the chair next to him, his attention shifts towards you. “are you certain you're okay with this today?” he asks. you nodded to him, getting your things ready.

he didn't pry any further—not that he could anyway. even if diluc did show concern for you like any other decent person would, he couldn't cross the line that separates you both from being a tutee and a tutor.

it was obvious that you were distracted.

although diluc was well aware of the fact that it takes you a bit of time to understand a lesson, this time it was just different.

it was like you weren't listening at all.

“are you alright?” he asks, suddenly stopping to explain the process of solving. you nodded mindlessly at him, your eyes focused on something else. it was obvious that you weren't properly listening to him.

“you're not fine,” he says.

that made you snap out of your thoughts. everything was running through your head. deadlines, projects, errands, and many more. it was like your brain was going overload and was about to go haywire anytime soon.

“sorry.” that was all you replied—that was all you could reply with.

he shakes his head, “no need to apologize. maybe we should've canceled for today.”

“huh? but that's unfair for you.”

“unfair in what way, exactly?”

okay, he got you there. you weren't even sure what would be unfair in the first place. “i thought so. also i would very much prefer if my tutee would be in the right headspace when she takes her tutor lessons.” he chuckles a bit—soft yet you could notice the slight deepness to his voice.

“sorry,” you apologized again. “it's just that everything is just so… exhausting? or draining lately. i’m not even a goddamn drainage to feel like this," you sighed.

diluc didn't utter a single word after that. with his eyes darting to all sorts of things that are scattered across the table in front of you, he tried to find the right words to say.

“it’s alright. i know things aren't really fine right now, but it'll be okay soon. it happens to everyone; don't worry.”

now it was your turn not to say anything back. but diluc continued on anyway. “it's okay to not be okay, (name).”

huh. who knew that diluc just said the exact words you needed to hear?

“... thanks, diluc. i kinda needed that.”

“anytime. i got you, okay?”

you nodded at him again, but this time your lips had already curled up to a small smile.

by the time you stepped foot into your shared dormitory, diluc’s words kept echoing inside your head.

i got you, okay?

maybe tomorrow will treat you a bit better.

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hittoki · 1 month

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[ CHAPTERS.06 ] く stupid heartburn ₊☆

Y/N flipped the page of her chemistry detention packet—Ms. Jeon’s new way to torture her—and huffed. More and more equations to balance. As she got to work on the first problem, she heard the door to Mr. Ko’s room open and a group of boys filtering in.

She looked up, down, and then back up at the sight of her two peers. Their dejected faces made her want to laugh. Y/N subtly pulled out her phone and opened twitter, telling everyone on her private account about the news.

She noticed that Riki chose the seat behind her and smiled. Y/N caught his attention when she turned to face him. “What’d you guys do to get in detention?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Gunwook and I were breaking up a fight between Yushi and Woonhak when Ms. Jeon walked out of her classroom. I guess, to her, it looked like we were also involved so she gave all of us detention.” She looked at the two boys who started the fight, their hair slightly disheveled.

“What about Dohoon?”

The boy raised his head at the mention of his name. “Dude, let me tell you. I was filming the fight—like, got on the ground to get a good angle and everything—and I just heard Ms. Jeon scream, ‘Stop!’ at the top of her lungs and nearly shit my pants.” Y/N chuckled at his scared face. “Anywho, she pulled me up by my ear and took my phone and then gave me detention.”

“Now you know how I feel.” Dohoon frowned, patting the girl’s shoulder.

Gunwook scoffed. “What did you do to get detention this time?”

“Breathe,” he looked back down at his work, snickering. “No, I’m being serious. Ms. Jeon was looking at my test and she was pointing out that one of my answers was wrong. All I did was exhale and she thought I was giving her attitude.”

Gunwook watched as Riki and Y/N talked, seriously not in the mood for lovey-dovey stuff. He didn’t know why he was so annoyed, but he hoped that ignoring it would be best. As soon as the bell rang, he collected his bags and started walking downstairs, toward the dance practice room.

Gunwook laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about earlier, how he felt when his best friend and (self-appointed) rival flirted. I’m not jealous! If anything, I’m upset because she’s trying to infiltrate my friend group…Yeah!

Worlds above, an angel laughs to himself. “Silly boy.” While Gunwook was still thinking of the girl, the angel, who went by the name of Cupid, aimed his arrow at the boy and released it.

The boy clutched his chest, breathing heavily. “Stupid heartburn,” he unlocked his phone, which opened up to Y/N’s profile. Though he was alone in his room, his cheeks burned out of embarrassment. “Mom! Do we have heartburn medication?!”

“It’s in the medicine closet, Wook-ah. Don’t die on me!”

Not too far away, Y/N walked up to her mother’s desk. “Mama, do you have anything for heartburn?”

The girl’s mom smirked. “What, did Cupid get you?”

“Don’t be crass. I think I’m just dehydrated.”

She sighed. “Yeah, go look in my purse. I think I have Tums in there.” Y/N thanked her mom and immediately went searching for the chewable.

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★. . description 𓂃 cupid sees the true feelings of individuals and pairs them together based on these feelings. he never makes mistakes. however, y/n is convinced cupid has accidentally shot his arrows at her and the class president, park gunwook.

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★. . author’s note 𓂃 update after 22 days…rip 💔 guys i just had my act and i think i most definitely maybe sorta kinda failed 😭😭 “oh the math should be stuff you’ve done in middle school” OH WHAT THE HELL NO IT WASN’T!!!!! I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT STUFF BEFORE

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yangkitties · 4 days

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bros before hoes ✰ chapter 04: Big Reveals

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Walking through the bright flashes of the cameras unfazed is child’s play to Sunghoon. After years of this in the rink, and some more of it as an idol, it’s practically second nature to him.

He smiles and waves a few times, fangs hidden behind his mask. He’s glad for the mask, it made hiding his anxious energy a lot easier.

Sunghoon had never been the best at meeting new people. Locked up either on the ice or in a studio, he was used to the sound of his movements and breathing being his only company.

He walks into the building quickly, his manager ushering him in. He’s dragged through the white halls, feet on autopilot.

His brain wanders on its own, conjuring up more and more unrealistic scenarios.

What if it is actually Tsuki? What if I trip in front of her??? And if it isn’t?? Then what? Should I make friends with them? Should I ask them to help me win over Tsuki?? What if I call them by the wrong name?? What if I pour coffee all over them?????

A wall of thoughts begin to build itself in his mind, each word adding to the wall’s height. Sunghoon frowns deeply, mind wandering farther and farther away.

Everything crashes down as his chest hit’s Manager Na’s arm. He finally sees the door in front of him, a cutesy label reading ‘NEW MCS’ adorning the top.

He looks at Manager Na curiously, finally opening the door when he nods.

Deep breath, Sunghoon. As his slender fingers wrap around the door handle, the icy coldness of it grounds him.

Pushing it open, Sunghoon is greeted to a small room with a couple mirrors and some couches.

In front of the only window in the room, he spots someone sitting, looking out the glass.

They turn around, and the sun forms a gentle halo around their face, highlighting the person’s radiant smile.

For a second Sunghoon’s heart sky rockets, hoping it’s Tsuki. Instantly his hopes are shattered as your face comes fully into view, still adorned with a smile.

For a full heartbeat you stare at him, drinking in each other’s presence. And then it hits Sunghoon, and both your faces morph into an expression of understanding.

The creaking of the door cuts through tension, as Manager Na begins to leave, ‘I see you both probably know each other! Sunghoon, I’ll get going, I have somethings to discuss with Manager Choi, introduce yourself,’ the door is almost closed at this point, his face just a sliver of its full self, ‘and for the love of all the is under the sun, do not embarrass our company. See you!’

Sunghoon huffs before making his way to you, awkward and shy.

You watch him intently, brain spinning in and out of focus. You take him in all his glory, his lanky legs and doubtful smile, memorising his every feature. You notice that he’s playing with his fingers, twisting one of the rings, taking it out and putting it back on.

He clears his throat and raises his hand, a timid greeting.

‘I’m Y/n, from NEXUS… I don’t know if you remember, but we met after last week’s Music Core stages?’ You ask meekly, hoping he does remember.

He nods quickly, brown hair flopping up and down.

You giggle quietly, and that is enough to break the ice. The conversation flows smoothly from there, the both of you exchanging niceties and also numbers.

Soon enough Manager Na comes to pick Sunghoon up, and he’s out of your sight.

You smile to yourself as you go back to the company, excitement for the next few months multiplying tenfold.

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: life has been lifing too much i swear i'll try better with this posting schedule 😭 also this is double beta read so hopefully there are no mistakes :')

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soulmate-game · 9 months

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Chapter 6

(Yes, Marinette and Damian disconnected Audio only before they went to her hotel, so no Tikki reveal sorry!)

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Back at the Batcave, Robin was the first to change, sit through debrief, and go to sleep. Nobody questioned him, knowing full well his motives. The other vigilantes however, despite being back in their civvies, were not so quick to end the night.

“You all heard that, right?” Jason asked. Oracle, also known as Barbara Gordon, rolled her eyes. She backed up in her wheelchair and turned to face everyone else.

“What, the part where Marinette made you coo when she essentially defended you and said she still thought of you as a good person?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I mean yeah, that part was pretty nice. But I’m talking about everything she said about Paris,” the man clarified, leaning back in a chair so that the front two legs lifted off the ground. “She was geared and ready to continue listing examples of Akumas. I doubt she even listed half of the ones that were centered around or targeting her. And having to go through all of her classmates becoming villains, even temporarily?” He shook his head. “That kinda shit doesn’t leave anybody unaffected.”

“Especially what she said about the mermaid monster Akuma,” Tim agreed, pulling up a story on the computer. “I’ve pulled up the reports from both the Ladyblog and the AkumaWatch app. They seem to agree on everything, so I think this was back when the Ladyblog was still reliable,” he pulled up a video taken by the girl who ran the Ladyblog, Alya Cesaire. Marinette’s former best friend and current classmate. The commentary was all in French, but Tim had went ahead and added quick English subtitles for everyone. The wonders of having a supercomputer. The video was taken from a high roof, and showed the water flowing so high that it completely covered most buildings. It would have definitely caused enough pressure to break open windows and fill those buildings on the inside too.

“Woah! It looks like they can transform!” The voice of the reporter said in French, pointing to the distance where two blues of red and black hopped onto a building. The girl zoomed in, her phone’s camera just barely able to show an out-of-focus Ladybug and Chat Noir with different patterns to their uniforms and fins. The cat-themed hero managed to pull an entire car, and as they soon sound out, temporary supervillain Syren, out of the water all on his own. “Aqua suits! That’s so cool!”

It was obvious, however, that the girl’s voice shook a bit. She kept the camera purposely pointed as high up as she could while still catching the heroes and the destruction of the possessed item on screen. There were blurred images all across the surface of the water, which the heroes knew to be censored bodies.

“Only a couple thousand out of two million Parisians survived, that’s what Marinette said,” Barbara breathed, eyes wide. “Seeing it like this really makes it all real,” she clenched her jaw. They all continued watching as what was simply dubbed as Ladybug’s Miracle swept through the city in a shockwave o ladybugs, and the water disappeared. They watched as Alya aimed the camera down and caught very alive people popping up in the streets or on top of cars, wherever they had been right before getting carried away by the vicious waves.

Every hero in the Cave saw people of all ages down there, shimmering back to life. From month-old babies to old men and women.

It was both wonderful and horrifying.

After the video ended, the entire cave was silent for a long moment. Jason was the one that spoke up, to no one's surprise.

“What the fuck?” He growled, no longer leaning back in his chair. Both of his fists were clenched. “This has been on the internet for almost three years! How did we not see this before? How did we never know?” He asked, to which nobody had an answer. But the Bat himself had a hand on his chin as he studied the freeze-frame that the video ended on. Chat Noir and Ladybug fist-bumping.

“Maybe,” Bruce said slowly, as if tasting the words. “It’s time one of us visits the Paris branch of Wayne Enterprises. Ladybug and Chat Noir have been protecting the city for almost four years, it’s likely they know something about why the news hasn’t spread,” he mused. “Meanwhile, I will look into the League records. I never heard about a supposed prank call from France, meaning another piece of the puzzle is there.”

“There’s a problem with that though,” Tim pointed out. “Paris is essentially being held emotionally hostage. Anyone we send will have to be extremely capable of pushing down their negative emotions or transforming them into something positive. The last thing Paris’s heroes need is a supervillain with years of combat experience. Besides that, HawkMoth can telepathically communicate with his Akumatized villains. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that he can read their minds.”

“So not only would Paris’s heroes have to fight someone much more experienced than them, but our identities would be exposed,” Dick completed the thought, arms crossed. “That rules out Jason or Damian for sure. Which of us would be the most capable of avoiding strong negative emotions?”

When the First Robin looked up, it was to a raised eyebrow from his adoptive father and three fingers pointing straight at him from his brothers and Barbara.

“We can set up a flight for you for the day after tomorrow,” Bruce said with a grin that seemed way too smug for Dick, who was still gaping at everyone in betrayal. “Ask for the time off, okay? I can smooth things over if you need me to.”

“Oh, come on!” Dick threw his hands up. “I can be broody and mean!”

He was thoroughly ignored as everyone left to sleep for the night.

“Guys! You know what, fine, Paris is a gorgeous city. It’ll be like a vacation! Oh my god I just proved them right.”

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That night in the Mindspace was… well, Marinette’s insomnia reared its head and she entered it around three AM to find a very unamused Robin waiting for her.

“Honestly?” He asked, gesturing to the Tv screen. “You couldn’t have put some of the work off for tomorrow?”

Suddenly Marinette was very glad she didn’t talk to Tikki while working on her dress. The little Kwami had passed right out after the stressful day they both had.

“I have trouble sleeping sometimes,” she admitted shyly, shifting from foot to foot. “Sewing helps me relax. I want to be a fashion designer,” she explained, letting a soft smile overtake her lips. “I’m actually making my own dress for the Wayne charity gala at the end of the month.”

Robin’s eyebrows shot up over his domino mask. Once again, he was in his normal pajamas besides the mask that he donned after entering the mindspace. “Really? That’s pretty ambitious,” he told her, eyes going back to the screen. Then again, the snippets that he saw on the screen looked incredibly well done. Marinette’s face twisted up a bit in apprehension.

“Maybe a little,” she conceded. “But I’ve designed for Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. Even Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois have asked for me to collaborate with them for a few pieces. Jagged and Clara commission me pretty often nowadays, and Jagged is a lot like an uncle to me now. I also design for local newscasters and other minor celebrities around town, and my best friend’s band Kitty Section,” She rambled, getting more passionate as she went. Robin actually found himself pretty impressed. The elder Agreste and Bourgeois both were notoriously hard to please names in the fashion industry, so to gain not just one but both of their attention and respect was a huge accomplishment.

“Perhaps I was incorrect then,” Robin amended. “With a portfolio like that, designing for the Gala is just the next small step up. I will look forward to seeing what you create,” he said honestly. His soulmate blinked, obviously caught off guard, before blushing furiously.

“Oh, uh, um, th-thank you!” She blinked again, the blush fading as she focused on the second meaning behind his words rather than just the flattery. “Wait, you’ll be at the gala?”

Robin had to hold back a smile. “It is a month away. I suspect by then you will have earned my identity. Soulmates tend to move faster than unbonded couples.”

Marinette gaped again. “Well. Uh. Thank you? I think. Wanna spar?”

It was Robin’s turn to be caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want to spar?” She repeated, speaking at a normal pace instead of a tongue-twisting one. “Part of the reason it took so long to fall asleep is the adrenaline. It didn’t, uh, completely fade yet. And I’m still a little angry, but not enough to be dangerous in a spar.”

“I know,” Robin soothed, his calm tone a direct contrast to Marinette’s flustered rambling. “I felt the vibration when you were angry, both at GothCorp and on the roof when you punched the wall. You calmed down considerably fast, but the initial anger you felt at the woman lasted quite a while. It was very odd,” he tilted his head. “It left me very on edge. I cannot say I enjoyed it very much, but it was quite effective in getting the message across.”

Marinette laughed, nodding. Her own buzz of warning from Robin earlier had been very brief and low, barely a blip on her radar but enough to be felt. He had most likely just been upset for a moment. Marinette, on the other hand, had been burning up with her own fury.

“So, spar?” She asked again, smiling widely. “Maman says a good spar is one of the best ways to get to know a person,” she coaxed, leaning forward a bit. “Please?”

Robin snorted, standing up and stretching his arms. “You did not need to plead, I was about to accept either way. I could perhaps benefit from a new sparring partner.”

Marinette whooped, going to her half of the room. To her slight surprise, a new pink punching bag hung off to the side along with a few high bars for gymnastics. Taking a second, she turned to see that Robin’s own half of the mental world also had a few new additions. Weights, probably just for the familiarity of it, a few training dummies, and a punching bag of his own.

Neat! The girl thought excitedly, the last vestiges of anger draining away to be replaced by wonder. Soulbonds are so cool!

Shaking her head, she walked around to her sewing station and thought for a second. Her pajamas weren’t exactly a good outfit for a spar.

“Uh, how do we change clothes in here?” She asked, turning her head to look back at her soulmate. He, unsurprisingly, had already figured it out. The teen was now in exercise shorts and a perfectly fitting black tank top.

Marinette’s brain momentarily fizzled out.

Those arms! No, the legs! No, oh Kwami, I can see his abs. Shirts that tight should be illegal! Ohhh He has broad shoulders. Am I dead? I think I’m dead.

“Marinette? Are you listening?” The girl jumped, her object of torment suddenly standing with his arms crossed a few feet away.

“Huh? Oh yeah, totally. Just, uh, zoned out for a second.”

“Yeah,” he said with a raised eyebrow that just screamed disbelief. “I was saying that you simply imagine yourself in the outfit you wish to wear. This world is molded by our minds, after all.”

“Right. Easy. Got it,” Marinette nodded a little too fast, closing her eyes and imagining her usual exercise clothes. Black basketball shorts trimmed in red and a red tank top shone into existence, replacing her pink-and-white polka-dotted pajamas. Her hair, which was down from her taking out her pigtails before bed, was up in a messy bun on the back of her neck er head. Once down, she opened her eyes and gasped in joy. She turned to look at herself in the full length mirror next to her sewing station.

Behind her, she had unknowingly left her soulmate in a situation he was wholly unaccustomed to.

Perhaps I should have expected this, he thought sluggishly, feeling really caught off guard. His mind flashed to the memory of her punch splintering odd a few shards of solid brick. But her arms didn’t look that toned in her blouse earlier. Then again, she was wearing long sleeves, he had to stubbornly keep his eyes respectfully above the hips. He knew if he didn’t, his gaze would linger far too long on her muscular thighs. Turn away. You are being indecent he scolded himself, deciding to retreat to the sparring mat first.

After a second to recover from having caught Robin staring at her in the mirror— well, we ARE soulmates. It would be awkward if the attraction wasn’t mutual— Marinette joined him. Seeing as their bodies were not actually physical at the moment, they could skip stretching. Any hits they took would hurt momentarily to simulate the real world, but no actual damage would be taken.

“Ready?” She asked first, receiving a predatory grin in response.

“Are you?”

They both stood at the ready, their legs braced shoulder width apart and their arms tended but at the ready. To his shock, Marinette moved first.

The petite girl lunged, a very familiar high kick brushing uncomfortably close to Robin’s nose as he side-stepped the strike and attempted to grab her ankle. Marinette pulled her leg back too quickly, though, easily going right back into a defensive stance. Robin took the moment to get in close, aiming rapid punches at Marinette’s chest and torso. The girl proved to be just as flexible as she was strong, however, twisting around the wider strikes and batting away the ones she couldn’t avoid with her open palm. Each blocked punch sent a sharp sting through her hand, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she could not let even a single of his hits land.

The second Marinette saw an opening, she grabbed Robin’s bicep and heaved him over her hip. Instead of hitting the mat hard though, the seasoned vigilante tucked into a roll and popped right back up, leaping straight back at his soulmate. One of her punches glanced off his shoulder, forcing him to quickly recover his footing before he stumbled.

There’s that strength she showed earlier he noted. If that had been a direct hit, she might have dislocated my shoulder.

Robin leapt over Marinette’s head, slamming one knee up towards her back. The smaller teen was able to avoid a direct kit, but Robin’s knee still managed to clip right under her left rib cage. Instantly, she felt herself gasp for air. Mon dieu, that’s ridiculous! She thought, quickly hand-springing back to gain some distance as she caught her breath. My body gets a little sturdier outside the suit the longer I use the Ladybug Miraculous, but if he had hit me straight on I would have been down!

Both teen heroes were already slightly out of breath, staring at each other from opposite sides of the mat. They didn’t notice right away, but they each had the same breathless smile overtaking their face. They jumped back in towards each other at the same time.

Their spar was a flurry of punches and high-kicks, flips and ankle-swipes. They landed hits and got hit. Marinette got hit less often than Robin, purely due to her acrobatics and flexibility, but Robin’s tolerance for punishment was leagues (ha, bad joke) higher than Marinette’s. Even though he took more hits, he was in better shape than she was. Therefore, even though each of their strikes carried roughly the same force, it was clear Marinette was the one slowly losing ground. Marinette didn’t have her indestructible suit or enhanced abilities to help her out, at least not beyond what prolonged use of the Ladybug enhanced, but she was holding her own very well despite it.

It was almost twenty minutes —the mindspace making normal stamina levels irrelevant— before Marinette finally managed to grapple Robin and send them both tumbling onto the mat. They wrestled for a long moment, finding their physical strengths almost matched, before Robin finally managed to wrap his arm around Marinette’s throat and pin her legs with his own.

They were both gasping for breath by that point and, even though she lost, Marinette found herself laughing in glee. Robin’s grip loosened briefly before he completely let go, unwinding himself from her and standing up. He didn’t laugh like she did, but he was grinning widely and let out a few soft chuckles. He extended his hand down to his still-giggling soulmate, who grabbed on and allowed him to help her up.

“That was great!” She gushed. “I mean, sure, it stinks that I lost. But I’ll get you next time!”

“I fear you might not be wrong,” Robin admitted with another soft chuckle. “Not all of that was martial arts,” he said, clearly questioning her fighting style casually. Marinette rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

“Ah, yeah. I took gymnastics as a kid. And my friend Kagami has been trying to teach me how to fence, but I just end up using those movements in melee instead. I’m okay with a foil, but I’m nowhere near the best. Kagami says I’m a natural, but I think she’s just sparing my feelings. And, uh, the whole parkour thing I mentioned.”

“Right. Parkour,” Robin agreed with a nod that Marinette knew meant he didn’t believe her but wouldn’t push. For now.

Marinette’s lips slowly widened into a devilish grin. “Hey, do you play Ultimate Mecha Strike Five?” She asked slyly, and Robin narrowed his eyes through his mask.

“Why do I feel like agreeing would be a mistake?”

“That’s a yes!” Marinette cackled and dragged Robin over to his couch. “Come on, let’s play!”

Seeing as both of the were asleep and their other senses inaccessible through the Tv, it allowed them to load the game. Surprisingly enough, Robin actually put up a decent fight.

Unsurprisingly, Marinette still won. Five times in a row.

“Alright,” Robin put his controller down, glancing over at an all too smug Marinette, crossing his arms. “Let's recap; I’ve discovered the situation in Paris is bleaker than I thought, you are surprisingly strong for your frame, you are much better of a fighter than you let on, and you have a vengeful streak.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette cooed, her hand over her chest as she fluttered her eyelashes with false innocence. Robin just deadpanned at her. “I am completely innocent! An angel! I would never stoop to petty revenge over losing a spar!”

“Uh huh,” Robin said blandly. “Let’s revisit this argument when you decide to be more truthful, ‘Angel’.”

“Anytime, birdboy.”

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Thankfully, the next few days weren’t as hectic as the first twenty-four hours. Robin did have school and vigilante business to see to, so he and Marinette only met in their Mindspace for the rest of the week. Which wasn’t bad, even on nights when one or the other stayed up so late that they only had three or four hours in the mental world. Somehow, despite their brains remaining constantly active, the magic is the soulbond always left them more refreshed when they awoke than they would normally feel after that amount of sleep. And Marinette had her own things to do with her class, which included a brief (and very therapeutic) two-day visit to Metropolis since it wasn’t far away, to broaden the sights they could see. When they got back, they had one full rest day where they and a buddy could visit anywhere they wanted, provided they stayed within three blocks of the hotel and called to check in with Bustier every two hours.

The class, used to recovering from terrifying circumstances, had almost completely recovered (as much as could be expected, anyway) from their GothCorp nightmare by the time they returned from Metropolis. Lila had quietly thanked Marinette the day after the attempted robbery, but followed the thanks with a threat to never make her look weak again.

So, suffice to say, the liar was back to her usual tricks after the brief reprieve of the Metropolis visit as well. Milder than usual, sure, but still back to normal.

Meanwhile, Richard Grayson had seemingly spontaneously asked for vacation time in order to help his adoptive father out with company business in Paris. He landed in the City of Lights the same day that the Parisians got back into Gotham. He quickly realized that this trip would take more than just a few days. In fact it wasn’t until Friday, exactly one week after Damian had met his Soulmate, that Dick found the ability to track down the Parisian heroes.

Akuma alert sirens rang all around the city, confirming for the experienced hero that the natives had gotten accustomed to the constant havoc. Those who had been around since the beginning of the Akuma terror ran towards shelters with practiced speed.

It was the perfect distraction for Dick to change into Nightwing and take to the rooftops. Upon reaching the Eiffel Tower, the blue clad hero saw a bizarre scene. A male dressed in an aqua colored, snake-themed uniform and a petite female in a red, black, and gold uniform with a spiral down one leg were facing off against…

A… Giant… Cat lady...

Not even a giant half-cat person. She was a legitimate fifteen-foot tall old lady in classic Cat Lady attire. Knitted cat-embroidered shawl, cat-eared knitted beanie, a crochet needle that she was using to hypnotize cats and change their size and species. Her skin was bright orange with shiny silver tiger stripes, and her face had giant black glasses in the shape of a domino mask.

It was really, really weird. She had two twenty-foot panthers and a lion that was half the size of the Eiffel Tower growling at the two heroes who, surprisingly, didn’t look very affected at all by the fever dream they were facing. Smaller house cats were all slinking out of the nearby streets to ominously surround the two heroes, their eyes all glowing bright gold.

“You know, Chat would be making so many puns right now,” The red hero, Ryujo if Dick remembered correctly, mused as the two analyzed their options.

“He would also be making a lot of ‘family shouldn’t fight’ jokes,” the surprisingly zen male replied, flipping up and out of the way onto a nearby roof. “This should be easy, but I will provide backup if you need it.”

“Don’t worry Viperion, I got this,” Ryuko brushed off. “Water dragon!”

The hero turned into water before Nightwing’s eyes, swirling around the square. The water scared off the smaller cats, and the lion recoiled slightly, but it and the panthers lunged anyway, trying to catch the stream of water. The floating river easily avoided every strike, winding around the old lady’s crochet needle when they weren’t looking and snapping it in half.

A purple butterfly, exactly like those Dick had seen in the videos he and the others watched as research and exactly how Marinette had described them, fluttered out of the broken object. A quick flash of yellow darted onto the scene, a bee-themed woman carrying an ornate pot with Chinese engravings on it flew over and trapped the butterfly in the pot.

“There!” She said triumphantly, smiling wide. The crazy cat woman faded away, shrinking down into a cute little, completely normal, old lady with her gray hair in a high bun.

“Oh dear,” she brought a hand to her cheek. “Where am I? What happened?”

Nightwing watched as the heroes comforted the victim, watching as Queen Bee and Viperion left in one direction and Ryuko, whose choker had started beeping, left in another.

He followed the two paired up heroes.

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comfort crowd — iida

a/n: I know I said I was gonna post bakugo today but I’m a filthy liar and there was a double update yesterday. however, his should hopefully be out tomorrow, I’m just stumped on what his would be. also tenya is domestic af send tweet

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iida — quality time

it had been a long day. you knew of this because tenya had called you by 11 am, even though he’d only been on shift for 4 hours, to vent his frustrations: his patrol partner had called in sick last minute, he had no back up in any of the 4 mostly minor but tedious villain attacks he had to deal with today, thus resulting in him having to take the brunt of the paperwork (his mortal enemy) and he’d left his lunch at home.

trying to stifle your laughter at how distraught he sounded after hanging up, you couldn’t help but smile at the childish pout you could hear in his voice as you got off the couch to head to the kitchen. surely enough on the counter plain as day was his bento, thing of orange juice, and thermos of coffee. it was your off day, or mostly, you didn’t have any meetings until after one so you didn’t need to go in early or stay long after them. putting his things in a bag and grabbing your own bento out of the fridge, you grabbed your purse and headed out the door. his agency wasn’t anything more than a ten minute walk but if he’s been as busy as he seems it would make sense that he couldn’t have just ran home to grab it, especially when he refused to use his quirk for his own personal benefit outside of hero work.

getting to the front door of the agency, you easily walked in and up to your fiancés office. having been together nearly 7 years now everyone was used to your presence in the office no matter if you were there yesterday or last month. knocking before you opened the door, tenya’s head shot up from the paperwork he was dutily completing. “oh thank god,” he sighed out in relief and you couldn’t help but laugh as you started to take everything out of your bag.

he quickly cleared his desk to make room for both your lunches, automatically taking the thermos and drinking part of it before putting it down and moving to the other side of his desk so he could sit beside you as you ate.

A smile settled on his face as you both started eating and his hand intertwined in yours. the silence between you was enjoyable, his hand squeezing yours occasionally and as time passed you watched as the tension eased from his shoulder and he seemed to become more energized though that could have easily been the coffee.

“thank you, love.” he mumbled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek and you smiled at the man beside you. “I know today was your day off but I appreciate you coming over.”

“Always, it’s never a problem for you babe.” You promised, packing up your lunch.

“I can take these home when I get off, are you going to be off at your normal time?” He asked as he copied your movements, taking yours off your hand and you faced him, a matching smile on his lips.

“Yeah, do you want me to grab anything on the way home for dinner?” You offered, glancing reluctantly at the clock to see that you had to go soon, but not wanting too.

“Yeah or we can order in later and watch a movie or something. just staying in tonight sounds enjoyable, but that’s if you are up to it.” You smiled more at the thought of a night in and stood up, grabbing your bag.

“We can do that. I love you.” You said as tenya stood up too, pressing a firm but loving kiss to your lips as he went to grab the door.

“I love you too, have fun at your meetings.” He wished and you couldn’t help but snort at the thought as you walked out.

“I hope your day gets better.” You added and his face softened any more if possible, relaxed as he leaned on the door face and watched you walk down the hallway, already ready to have you in his arms tonight and not having to worry about menial things like paperwork. The rest of the day seemed much more possible to get through now as he closed the door upon you turning the corner.

“It already is.”

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Day 3

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Welcome back, josou enthusiasts. Last time, Mizuho and Shinobu picked up some women’s underwear (known to some as the foundation of crossdressing) to round out Shinobu’s first girl mode outfit. This time, we’re going to take Shinobu out on her first adventure en femme.

At the end of the previous update, I put up a poll to help decide where to have them go next. The results were:

Town: 2 votes

Amusement park: 2 votes

French restaurant: 1 vote

Tennis court: 2 votes (including mine)

A 3 way tie is tricky to resolve, but town introduces some important things, so let’s take care of that first. Tennis is short and it’s got a special outfit so I’ll try to squeeze that in soon too.

Incidentally, I obtained the music through a bit of exploring, so let’s ease into the update with the main title theme:

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First things first- we gotta equip the underwear. What had Mizuho picked out for us last time that had the two of them so flustered, I wonder, I wonder?

Music: BGM 11

A jra and joyshorts. I believe the flavor text describes them as something to the effect of “denim-like” or “with the vibes of denim” so I don’t think they’re actually junderwear but I could be wrong. Anyway I do like that they specifically start Shina here off with boyshorts instead of regular panties, I suppose that staple of the culture hasn’t changed much in 20 years. Equipping both gets Shina down from 109 bpm to 103.

Important to note- if you don’t equip the underwear, Shina doesn’t pass and the events seem to mostly end with the two of them getting harassed and going home early. So put on the underwear. It’s the foundation of crossdressing, you know!

I also want to make a quick note about progression too. I tried out a few combinations of things, and it seems like the first time you visit any of these places you get the same event regardless of order. I’m not sure if your outfit or base stats influence things though, so getting access to clothes shopping is pretty important. This all feels very similar to messing around in first cycle termina or something though. Hard to tell how much is really accessible or what’s worth doing.

Well, that’s enough dillydallying, I’m sure Mizuho is getting impatient.

Music: BGM02

We’re out in public. Shina is visibly (and understandably) extremely nervous. Mizuho assures her that if she acts confident it’ll be fine. Shinobu mumbles in agreement and thinks to herself that it’s unbelievable that she actually went out looking like this.

“But when you crossdress and go out, the world is different, right?” Mizuho says.

“Yeah,” Shina agrees, “it’s like you’re not yourself.”

Mizuho says she remembers the feeling of going out for the first time well. Everything around seemed like it was brand new. She wondered why she’d never done it before, why she’d never gotten to know the world of crossdressing. Shina says she understands that feeling well. Just by dressing up it’s like a different world out there.

Nearby they hear a solicitor passing out tissues. This is (was?) a common occurrence overseas similar to the american tradition of making someone stand out on the street and twirl signs. Mascot costume optional. They’re being kinda pushy.

The ad on the tissues says “recruiting: tele-club part time job.” Tele-club apparently being a term for phone sex hotlines. Shina muses that the two of them should probably think about looking for some part time work too... but working for a tele-club sounds like a bad idea. She also corrects herself from saying ‘boku’ to ‘atashi.’ They grow up so fast!

Mizuho agrees. She says it’ll help Shina with collecting new clothes and cosmetics and such.

“I guess with crossdressing you also need money, huh,” she considers.

Ah piss and shit and fuck the tissue guy overheard. Damn it. Now they’re stuck talking to him. He’s asking them if they’re job hunting. God- god damn it. Come on man. He’s recommending they take a look at the tele-club job. What a hassle. Shina tries to politely turn him down. He’s disappointed but offers them a more regular part time job at a cafe instead. Well that’s very nice and not at all shady. He says cute girls like them would be well received, since they don’t have any waitresses.

“I wonder whether we’d get to wear a cute uniform or something,” Shina thinks to herself. But, she also figures that getting a part time job while crossdressing sounds like a terrible idea. She asks if they’re recruiting men for the job too, and-

“Men?!” he’s totally flabbergasted. He says, well, we’re accepting anyone, but why? “Did you want to get a job with your boyfriend?” He asks if they have boyfriends.

Man this guy is shady. But Shina is also not playing it off well at all. “Well, I don’t have a boyfriend, but, uh, what do I say-” she stammers.

Mizuho asks for directions to the cafe. He explains the route. He also gives his name: Jin Asakura. “Let’s be friends, okay?”

You may have guessed from his severaltitude of sprites, but you can fuck that guy down the line. If you want. From what I understand there’s a few different jobs you can get, each with a handful of associated romanceable characters. I think you also meet the green haired girl through the cafe job, and maybe some others, but I’m not sure how the progression works out yet. More investigation to come.

“Jeez, you went and said something weird and that guy got confused,” Mizuho accuses. But she also agrees that crossdressing at work sounds awful. She also says she wants to see Shina as a waitress though. Much to consider, huh?

Thus ends the day. We’ve opened up a few new events by talking to that guy. For starters, there’s a new “your house” option on the map in girl mode, and it also adds the cafe on the map in boy mode. Like I said, I think I want to do the tennis court event next, but after that I might take suggestions about where to go again.

Until next time, girls and girl-likes <3

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zhounauts · 10 months

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one hit is all it takes ; k.gyuvin

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CHAPTER 3 ! high speed chase

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You were failing world history. How? You didn’t know, in fact you actually had zero idea. So here you stood in the teacher’s office getting lectured by your homeroom teacher about the outlier in your grades. Amongst all your perfect A’s lay a C- from your history teacher who always gave you horrendous grades for some apparent reason. “Yn you’re smart, and it shows with all your other grades, but your grade in history is quite bad,”

“I know Mr.Nam,”

“I’m concerned for you, y/n you’re a top student but this could really bring you down altogether,”

“Yes Mr.Nam, thank you for your concern,”

“I talked to your teacher about this, and unfortunately if you don’t manage to raise your grade you won’t be able take part in clubs,”

“Wait what? That bi-, I mean what?”

“I’m sorry y/n, if I could I would try to stop--” THUD! Both you and your homeroom teacher turn around, and your eyes widenin horror.

“YOU!” Gyuvin yells, pointing at you, papers sprawled all across the floor. You stand frozen in front of your teacher as the tall boy points an accusing finger at you.

“Wha-” Mr.Nam starts.

“You sprained my wrist!”

“Fuck! NO! I mean, Sorry Mr.Nam for my language, no that wasn’t me--”

“I’d recognize the person who assaulted me!”

“But I--”

“Excuse me you two what is going on--”

“YAH! GET BACK HERE!” Gyuvin yells, as you dash out the teacher’s office leaving the door open and a confused Mr.Nam as Gyuvin runs after you.

“HEY YOU TWO! WHAT THE- AY! YAH! G-GET BACK HERE? YN WE AREN’T DONE TALKING ABOUT YOUR GRADES-- HEY GET BA--”

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What is life? You didn’t know, cause the predicament you were in right now was extremely confusing, scary, and life-altering. You hadn’t run this hard since the track-season had ended.

Your forehead was lined with sweat, blood pounded in your ears, your hands gripped and ungripped, your skirt-uniform blew in the wind (real), and you pumped your arms as you ran like your life depended on it (it did). You ignored the stares from kids, as they poked their heads out of their classroom windows, and pulled their phones out to watch and capture the scene: a tall lanky boy chasing a girl.

Your legs were gonna give soon and you knew it, but the boy who was behind chasing you was relentless. In your school, you had the athletes: the soccer team, the basketball team, hell even the tennis team but you never knew that someone from the dance team could be this athletic.

You look behind you: bad idea, because despite his hand injury his arms are still pumping and his long legs are carrying him distances one could only dream about. The adrenaline rush continues to propel you foward until you crash into something. No, someone. You come tumbling down to the floor at the impact and feel Gyuvin also trip and fall onto you resulting in a lump of lanky legs and arms. As the two of you look up, curses leave both your mouths. There in front of you stood the principal, arms crossed, and eyebrows raised. “You two, office. Now."

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a/n SCHOOL ENDED LETS GO sorry for very extremely diabolically slow update but it'll be faster now I swear. I like this chapter 10x better than the last one, the last one I was high on studying and out of ideas so my bad

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iamvegorott · 11 months

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 12

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“Sugar!” Robbie cheered as he ran into the house, holding up a bucket of ice cream. Henrik followed him in, getting bumped by the door. He could not get the door himself due to holding multiple grocery bags.

“Robbie, you were supposed to hold the door,” Henrik grunted.

“Sorry!” Robbie rushed back over and grabbed the door so Henrik could walk in easily.

“It is all right. You got a little excited there.” Henrik chuckled.

“Did you bring the whole store with you?” Mavin asked with a laugh as Chase went over to grab one of the bags.

“I wanted to be sure I had a good variety. According to this one article I read in Faze, it said that after a heartbreak, it is customary to eat an excess of sugar and talk poorly of men in general.” Henrik said, heading over to the couch and unpacking what he had bought. There were gummies, chocolates, hard candies, weird candies Chase didn’t know how to describe, and some he had never seen before.

“Faze? Isn’t that a teen girl magazine? We’re grown men Henrik, and I’m not heartbroken.” Marvin scoffed, and Chase did notice how his eyes widened and immediately grabbed one of the sleeves of Oreos and helped himself to the cookies.

“Aren’t you usually yelling at me for eating too much sugar?” Chase asked with a chuckle as he grabbed a bag of sour gummy worms. He and Marvin sat on the couch, watching Henrik take out more treats. Now there were boxes with labels that Chase had no idea what they meant and looked too fancy for his budget.

“A night of enjoyment will not ruin your health.” Henrik paused his unpacking when he looked at Robbie. “Oh dear, you need a spoon, not your hand.”

“I’m good,” Robbie said, sucking the chocolate from his fingers. Chocolate was also all around his lips.

“You are such a mess.” Henrik chuckled and pulled out a package of wet wipes.

“Is the kid sticking around?” Marvin asked as Henrik cleaned Robbie up.

“He will not. I am letting him get a treat in, and then he will head to a friend’s house for the night. I do not think he will be growing spontaneously anymore, and I feel confident in him spending time at another’s home. Coworker’s child.” Henrik added the last part when he could tell Chase wanted to ask. “She will be over to pick him up very soon.”

“Thank God,” Anti said as he appeared in the room, sitting on Chase’s lap with his feet on Marvin’s.

“I-uh-hi?” Chase’s instinct kicked in, and he held Anti’s waist with a hand to ensure he didn’t fall.

“Have you been here the whole time?” Marvin asked, shoving Anti’s feet off of him.

“Oh yeah. Took a fat nap on your bed.” Anti wrapped an arm around Chase’s neck. “It’s sad you didn’t go through with that ‘giving head’ comment. Could have made it a very fun threesome~” He walked his other hand up Chase’s chest.

“There is a child present.” Henrik grabbed a nearby spray bottle for the plants and sprayed Anti.

“Fine, fine.” Anti waved a hand and suddenly went from Chase’s lap to one of the chairs. “Better?” He scrunched his nose at Henrik.

“I need-I need to uh-I need the bathroom.” Chase awkwardly got up and left the room.

“He’s gonna rub one out,” Anti stated.

“Stop that!” Henrik scolded and sprayed Anti again.

“I’m just being honest.” Anti tried to slap away the water. “I’m wearing skinny jeans. So I was able to feel everything, and I mean everything.” He looked at Marvin and grinned. “Marvin sure is lucky.”

“Robbie, I think your ride is here.” Henrik sprayed Anti one more time before walking Robbie to the front of the house.

“Don’t take too long, Daddy~” Anti giggled, quickly ducking to avoid the spray bottle Henrik tossed at him. He giggled some more and returned his attention to Marvin. “Since you aren’t dating Chase, surely you don’t mind if I take him for a ride, do you? That grip he had on my waist tells me he’d be a lot of fun.”

“I don’t care,” Marvin said through a mouth filled with Oreos, hunched over a bit as he ate.

“Really? Because you’re never one to stop caring about manners unless you’re upset.” Anti grabbed a Lemonhead, opened the wrapping, and popped the sour candy into his mouth. “Reminds me of when I told Jackie he had great abs, and you looked like you wanted to tear my eyes out.” Marvin refused to react, continuing to eat the cookies instead. “So you’re not going to deny your jealousy?”

“I am not jealous,” Marvin stated flatly.

“Sorry about that. Did I miss anything?” Chase asked as he came back into the room.

“Nope. But I do have a question for you.” Anti bounced to his feet, and he went over to Chase.

“What’s up?” Chase hadn’t noticed the tension in the room and definitely didn't notice it when Anti wrapped his arms around his neck and moved in close, practically pressing their bodies together.

“Are you free this weekend, darling~?” Anti’s voice had changed. His tone and the way he spoke sounded different than how he naturally did. Chase didn’t pick up on that. It didn’t click that he was speaking the exact way Marvin does.

“Am I-Am I free?” Chase thickly swallowed and looked to Marvin as if aiming that question at him. Marvin turned his own gaze away. He sat down the now empty sleeve of cookies and grabbed one of the boxes of assorted chocolates. “Yeah. I am.” Chase smiled at Anti, a small, almost shaky smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up Friday night at six. Dress nice.” Anti poked the tip of Chase’s nose, and he let his arms drop as Henrik rejoined them.

“What did I miss?” Henrik asked.

“Just setting up some plans.” Anti returned to the collection of treats and opened up one of the boxes, seeing chocolate-covered strawberries. “You were always a fan of these, Henny.” He said as he picked up one.

“I don’t get the whole chocolate-covered fruit thing,” Chase said, trying to bring the mood back, finally catching on to the weird feeling in the air.

“Have you ever had one?” Henrik asked. “They are always tasty.”

“I haven’t. Never really thought I’d like it.” Chase shrugged.

“Oh, chocolate makes everything taste better.” Anti went back to Chase with a strawberry. “It makes it all so much more fun. Maybe we can give it a try Friday~” He whispered the last part and popped the treat into Chase’s mouth, giggling when his cheeks went pink. “I should go. See you guys later.” Anti did a little wave and winked at Chase before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

“What in the world was that all about?” Henrik asked.

“What else did that magazine say to do?” Marvin quickly asked before Chase could say anything since he was finishing up the strawberry. He found himself liking it a lot.

“Um…it said things about face masks and painting nails?”

“Nails. Perfect. I have polish.” Marvin snapped his fingers, causing nail polish to appear, but it came in as a ball in the air and landed on the empty chair, clanking together but thankfully not breaking. “We can give you a clear coat if you don’t want a color, Chase.”

“I don’t mind a color. Do you have green?” Chase asked with his classic, goofy grin that made Marvin smile back, shoulders relaxing.

“I have so many shades of green.” Marvin giggled and got up, waving a hand over the chair. The polish bottles moved on their own again, sitting upright and organizing themselves by color. “Sparkles or no sparkles?”

“Surprise me.”

“Dangerous choice.” Marvin hummed playfully and picked up a bottle before guiding Chase to sit on the couch with him.

“I think sparkles may be too much for me.” Henrik chuckled, grabbing himself a strawberry and munching on it as he sat on the other side of Chase on the couch.

“We’ll make sure you look stunning, Hen.” Marvin gestured with the nail polish brush as he spoke.

“I am more than sure that you will.”

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Extra Ordinary Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I ended up splitting this chapter into two parts as it was longer than I thought, so be ready for the next one!

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Chapter Five: Pizza and Popular Kids

When the next day came, Ostin and Essie didn’t get to school until lunchtime. As Essie was trying to catch up on some of the classwork she missed while eating, Michael sat down at their table.

“Michael, your eye’s looking a lot better!” Ostin greeted him.

Essie looked up from her frantic scribbling to nod in agreement, the swelling had gone down a bit, and the bruise was beginning to fade. All things considered, it was healing pretty fast. Or, at least, she assumed. The last time she got a black eye was when she was still living in Nevada, and she’d fallen during recess, managing to catch her eye on one of the-thankfully-rounded pieces of the playground equipment.

“Thanks. Where were you two this morning?” Michael asked.

“Dentist appointments.” Essie grimaced, she hated the taste of the toothpaste dentists used.

“How’d it go?”

“It was just a checkup. Two cavities.” Ostin frowned.

“Probably all the ice cream you ate last night,” Michael grinned. “At my last appointment I had three. I can only chew sugarless gum now.” He said, opening his milk carton. “So, we’re starting a club.”

“Of people who have cavities?” Essie asked jokingly.

Ostin shook his head. “Who?”

“Us. You two, me, and Taylor.” Michael said, attempting to remain nonchalant.

“What kind of club?” Ostin questioned.

“It’s for people with… Unique abilities like mine.” Michael said, pausing to omit something, it seemed. Essie decided she’d have to figure that out later.

“Excellent. So why Taylor?”

“I don’t know. Why you?”

“Because of my intellect, of course.”

“And because I’m a halfway decent wingman.” Essie grinned. She was definitely going to make sure that Michael and Taylor both knew that they returned each other's feelings. Even if her love life was nonexistent, as there really wasn’t interesting to her in Meridian, her friend’s didn’t have to remain that way.

Michael laughed. “Well, there’s more to Taylor than meets the eye.”

“And with her there’s a lot to meet the eye. Her superpower can be that she’s super good-looking.” Ostin said.

“Or that she’s also really smart and good with people?” Essie added.

“That’s… Not what I meant.” Michael said.

“What’s the club called?” Ostin asked, clearly ready to be in a club with someone who was part of the popular crowd.

“We haven’t named it yet. Something about electricity. I was hoping you’d come up with something?” Michael replied.

“I’ll put my computer on it,” Ostin grinned, tapping the side of his head. He took a bite of pizza, then said, “Hey, we get our tests back in biology today.”

“Can’t wait.” Micheal said sarcastically.

“That means we’re gonna have to start a new unit soon… I just got this one handled!” Essie groaned.

“How’d y’all do?” Ostin asked, ignoring his cousin’s dramatics.

“I dunno. B maybe. If I’m lucky.” Michael said.

“Same here.” Essie replied. They all knew Ostin got an A, he never got a lower grade in any core class.

As Essie was rolling her eyes, one of the cheerleaders walked up to the table. As there was a basketball game later, all of the cheerleaders were in their uniforms, making them stand out from the majority of the other teens in the cafeteria. “Is this seat taken?”

“No.” Ostin said, eyes as wide as saucers, causing Essie to start laughing.

The other girl gave her a weird look, then looked back to Ostin. “Good.” She said, dragging the chair off to her table.

“Any time!” Ostin shouted after her. “Come back if you need another one. Got plenty of ‘em. I’m your chair connection.” He turned back to the table. “Did you see that? She spoke to me!”

“Yeah, I think that’s going somewhere.” Michael nodded, as Essie continued cackling.

The three of them continued eating their lunches, when Ostin said “So what happened with your mom last night? First she’s mad as a hornet, and then she’s taking us out to ice cream.”

“She’s just afraid that someone will find out about me. That’s why we moved from California, you know. And our last apartment.” Michael answered.

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t told anyone, have you?” he asked.

“Never.” Ostin said.

“We really don’t talk to anyone else.” Essie said, finishing her pizza.

“Good. I’d have to shock you if you told.” Michael said.

Ostin looked up anxiously, not understanding the joke. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Like an electric eel.”

Ostin stopped chewing.

Michael punched his arm. “Relax, I’m kidding. Sort of.”

As Essie was trying to explain the joke to Ostin, Taylor walked up to the table. Michael started blinking as she smiled and asked,

“Hi, Michael. Is this seat taken?”

“No, you can take it, I’ll even carry it for you.” Ostin said, overeager.

She looked at him. “No, I mean, may I sit here?”

“Sure,” Michael said, looking like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Essie really couldn’t either, but she gave Taylor a nod of approval between bites of the school’s overcooked corn.

“Dallas, isn’t it? And Jessie?” Taylor asked them, Ostin looking like he was going to combust from shock at any minute.

“Ostin and Essie.” Essie answered. She really wasn’t that surprised, people got her name wrong all of the time. ‘Jessie’ was a significantly more common name than ‘Essie’, all things considered.

“Right. I knew it was a Texan thing. Sorry.” Taylor apologized as she sat down.

“I was just telling them about our club.” Michael said.

“Did you tell them anything else?” Taylor asked, looking back and forth between Michael and them.

“No,”

“Tell us what?” Ostin asked, curiously. Essie narrowed her eyes, confused. What could they be referencing?

“Nothing,” the two said in unison. Taylor turned back to Michael. “Remember when you asked me where I was born? You’ll never guess what I found out.” Taylor continued, conspiratorially.

Before she could continue on, two guys walked up to the table. Given their letterman jackets, Essie could tell that they were on the varsity basketball team before she even recognized who they were. Spencer and Drew, two of the more popular boys in their grade. Essie let out a quiet sigh of relief that it wasn’t Jeffery. “Hey, Taylor. What’s up?” Spencer greeted her.

“Hi, guys.” Taylor smiled at them, as they took seats at the table that had previously been the least popular kids in the grade. “This is my friend, Michael, and his friends, Ostin and Essie.”

“Hey, I’m Spencer.” the taller one reached out his hand towards Michael. The other new addition to the table just nodded his head. “Drew.”

“Hi.” Michael said. Essie waved awkwardly, as Ostin looked absolutely starstruck.

“So, are you guys nervous for the game?” Taylor asked the two.

“Nah, it’s just another game.” Spencer grinned.

“Not hardly, it’s the regional championship! The winner of this game goes to state.” Taylor gushed. For her sake, Essie hoped that they won. It’d be nice if everyone was happy about winning the game.

“Cottonwood’s won their last three games. They have this forward who’s on fire!” Drew said, exaggerating the last word.

“Literally?” Ostin asked, quizzically.

“No, it’s a figure of speech.” Essie explained to him.

“Where’d you get the shiner?” Drew asked, noticing Michael’s black eye.

“I got in a fight.” Michael said, looking down at the table as his blinking sped up again.

Drew’s eyes widened as he turned to Taylor, connecting the dots in his head. “Hey, this isn’t the kid you told us about who kicked Jack’s ass?”

“That’s him,” Taylor looked at Michael pridefully. “I watched him beat up Jack and the two other guys. He has a black belt.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Drew said, staring at Michael like he didn’t quite believe it was possible. “Dude, you’re a legend!”

“Thanks,” Michael said awkwardly.

“I’m Ostin” Ostin said, drawing Drew’s attention over to where the cousins were.

“You gonna eat both of those slices of pizza?” Drew asked, looking at Ostin’s plate.

“Uh…”

“Great.” Drew said, reaching over to take one, shoving most of it into his mouth.

Ostin pouted, clearly wanting to have eaten both pieces. Essie sighed and gave Ostin her second slice, which he accepted thankfully, taking a bite and glaring slightly at Drew.

Another two cheerleaders walked over to their table then. “Hey guys. Hey Tay.” said the shorter of the two, a girl with dark curls and glasses.

“Hi Dom. Hi Maddie.” Taylor grinned and waved at the two.

“Hello, girls. Move over, Houston.” Drew said.

“Ostin.” Ostin said, still frowning at Drew.

The girls sat down between Drew and Ostin. Ostin looked like he was in heaven, and Essie grinned and waved at the two. The first girl, Dominique, noticed and waved back at her. Essie looked down under the guise of eating more of her food in an attempt to hide her blush. It seemed being a mess around pretty girls ran in the family.

“We’re having a party at Maddie’s house after the game. Are you all coming?” Dominique asked, looking around the table, grinning proudly at Maddie.

“Yeah, we’ll be there.” smiled Spencer.

“Can you come, Tay?”

“Yes.” Taylor said, as she turned to Michael. “Michael, you’re coming to the game aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” Michael stuttered out.

Ostin looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Essie began to worry if tickets to the game cost money, hoping they didn’t. She’d been saving up for a book that was set to come out soon.

“Great. Y’all want to come to the party after?” Taylor asked.

“Sure,” Michael answered, still obviously shocked at the current turn of events.

Taylor turned back to her two fellow cheerleaders. “Guys, this is my friend, Michael.”

“Hi, Michael.” Dominique said.

“Hi,” Maddie said, softly.

“That’s Houston.” Drew said, pointing to Ostin.

“Nice to meet you,” Ostin smiled in what Essie could tell was supposed to be a confident way, but didn’t quite come off that way.

“I’m Essie.” Essie smiled, wondering why she wasn’t also introduced. With the wrong name, most likely, but still.

Maddie looked over at Michael, “Do you have something in your eye?”

“Uh, no.” Michael blushed, embarrassed.

“Oh. You were just blinking kind of funny.” she said, concerned.

“Michael has Tourette’s syndrome.” Taylor asked, taking the focus over to her.

“Oh, I thought you were like, winking at me,” Drew said jokingly.

Essie scoffed, rolling her eyes. Yes, because that was the only explanation.

“No. I can’t help it.” Michael explained, his voice softer than it had been.

“Is it, like, contagious?”

“Is stupidity contagious?” Taylor asked, sarcastically.

Drew looked genuinely confused. “I don’t know. Is it?”

Spencer laughed. “You’re such an idiot, dude.” he said, clapping Drew on the shoulder.

“Sorry,” Drew said to Michael, looking down at the table.

“It’s okay. I was born with it. It makes me blink and stuff.” Michael explained.

Dominique piped up, “I have a cousin with-how do you say it?”

“Tourette’s”

“Yeah, Tourette’s. His name is Richard, but everyone in his neighborhood calls him King Richard, because he’s like, totally amazing on any board. Skateboard, snowboard, wakeboard-if it’s a board, he can rule it.” She continued.

“That’s nothing,” Drew said, grinning at the table. “Mike here is a little Chuck Norris. The other day he beat up three guys twice his size. You should have seen it. It was awesome!”

“That’s so cool!” Dominique said at the same time Essie laughed, “How would you know? You weren’t even there!” to Drew, who looked a little sheepish.

Michael and Taylor grinned at each other, and Essie looked between the two of them. Things seemed to be going well there.

The bell rang, and Ostin sprang out of his seat, “Gotta go. Lovely hanging with you ladies.” he said to the cheerleaders. Essie smothered a grin. Ostin didn’t pick up on the little smiles that Dominique and Maddie had been exchanging the whole lunch period, nor the way Taylor was looking at Michael whenever she thought he wasn’t looking.

“Hold on. I need to go, too.” Michael said as he stood up.

“Hey, stay cool, man.” Spencer said to him. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah. Good luck with the game.”

“Spencer’s made All-State, he already has college scouts checking him out.” Taylor grinned.

“That’s so cool!” Essie and Michael said.

“I throw a ball through a hoop. Nothing to it.” he shrugged. “See you around, man.” he said to Michael.

Essie slung her bag over her shoulder, “Well, I have a class to get to. See y'all later!” she grinned knowingly at Michael and Taylor, leaving them alone at the table.

What a crazy lunch, they’d gone from talking about the dentist, to sitting with some of the most popular kids in their grade. It didn’t feel quite real. They seemed kinder than she’d thought they would be.

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“I don’t know what happened but you came so far since you arrived,” Sicheng praised Anastasia while he noted down her progress on the medical record.

Anastasia smiled, swinging her feet in the air.

“I’m getting a little bit more sleep at night, guess that helps,” she chuckled.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I still have to sleep with someone by my side but Jungwoo doesn’t mind, it helps the both of us.” Since Jungwoo found out who she really was he also insisted more to sleep together, he said that it was a way to make up for the lost time and she didn’t feel guilty anymore to sleep with him.

“So you’re not getting nightmares anymore?”

“Not as often. It tends to happen if I’m a little bit more tense, you know. If the training doesn’t go so well and I’m nervous, but it doesn’t happen often.”

Sicheng smiled brightly, looking up and down at her. He was proud of her. He kind of lost her in the way, Kun taking over him because he was too busy operating downtown, but he was the first one that helped her and seeing her like this warmed his heart. It was also nice to know that she was back and even after all that happened she was still incredibly strong, with lots of highs and lows, but she was still fighting.

“You’re eating more,” Sicheng said, looking at her body. Thankfully he couldn’t see her bones anymore, her curves were starting to get back where they belonged, her face was fuller and she looked way healthier and stronger.

“Yeah, Kun cooks for me and I can’t really say not to his food,” she confessed. It had been hard, actually, to go back on track and eat regularly without feeling nauseous. But she had to, she couldn’t go on like that, so she made an oath with Kun, and turned eating into a positive moment where she would try to just focus on the food and not think of anything else.

“How’s training going?”

“It’s hard, I can’t believe I used to do that every day of my life,” she admitted. “But overall, I’m doing good, I mean, I’m surviving.” Anastasia wasn’t so sure about that, she was convinced that she kinda sucked and everybody was just too nice to tell her, but she knew that all those years affected her and her ability. She had been frozen in time for three years, she just couldn’t easily go back on track.

“What are you doing now?”

“Finished working on resistance. Yuta says that I have to start working on my speed again, he said I lost it.”

“And your resistance?”

“Is good now, my muscles are back, I can run for twenty minutes now and don’t feel so tired. I used to collapse after five minutes.”

“Well, that was what you were good at, I think it’s great,” Sicheng smiled at her. She had always been the fastest of them, her speed was just like no other there but most importantly she wouldn’t get tired, her stamina was really good.

“Yep, it’s a start.”

“And what are you focusing on? Still kickboxing?”

“Liv thinks it’s better that way, she’s convinced I can take on my speed soon, but I don’t know... I don’t feel so good at it anymore.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

“Mph, no. The other choices are throwing blades with Yuta or shooting with Lucas and no, thanks.”

Sicheng laughed. “Liv’s a tougher teacher than Yuta if she wants to,”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t really feel in my element with blades, ninja stars and throwing stuff in general. Yuta’s good at it, way too good, if I mess it up he’s going cut me in half,” Anastasia laughed it off but she was totally convinced that Yuta wouldn’t have hesitated.

Sicheng laughed too. “C’mon, he’s not that cruel.”

“But he takes what he does very personal and I don’t want to interfere.”

“Can’t say otherwise,” he smiled, turning around and heading to the desk to look for some papers that were attached to the medical record. He then came back to her, next to the bed.

“What if we reduce the doses of your medicine?” He proposed, and Anastasia’s eyes started shining and she started nodding like a happy child.

“Okay, you like this but please be careful,” Sicheng started to tell her. “For insomnia, no more of the other pills, but drops of melatonin before sleep,” he wrote it down on a paper. “Try to avoid alcohol, and caffeine and always keep a routine, force your brain to go to sleep at a certain hour every day and wake up on time.” He knew it wasn’t easy, there was also a severe case of depression and anxiety, and all of these together created a domino effect, but they had to try. She was getting better; she could sleep more, eat more and with an appetite, she started to have interest again, stopped having panic attacks, and also gained weight. Sicheng was positive.

“Only this?” She asked, tone disappointed.

“I can’t get you off of antidepressants, maybe anxiolytics, but I want to talk with Kun, first.”

“Fine, guess it’s a step forward, anyway.”

“It is, and you’re only going to get better. I promise.”

“You’re never going to block a fist if you punch that slowly.” Jaehyun didn’t mean to stare but he had just come out of the changing room and saw Anastasia boxing at the bag box and he couldn’t stop himself to see if she had gotten better. He knew he should’ve minded his business but he couldn’t help it. And giving advice wasn’t a big deal, right? Worst of it all she would’ve told him to fuck off.

“I can’t be faster,” she lamented, letting a harmless punch hit the box.

“But you can be less stiff,” he said, jumping on the ring, positioning himself behind her, his body towering on her. His hands reached the gloves and forced her arms to bend more. “You’re too rigid, relax,” he noted, his breath hitting her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

“I can’t,” she said, voice shaky, as she tried to fight any type of irrational thoughts that were about to fog her mind because of their proximity.

“If you keep them like this you’re just going to hurt yourself. Trust me.”

Anastasia nodded and tried to relax her arms the more she could.

Jaehyun’s knee pushed her legs to bend too, unexpectedly, causing her body to fall forward.

“I got you,” Jaehyun said as he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her body up in a firm hold.

“You got me,” Anastasia whispered mindlessly as she regained composure.

“Your whole body is too stiff. Bend your knees more, it will be easier to move around and dodge the punches,” he said, he was still gently holding her side and when he realized it, he pulled away, taking some steps back.

“Can we try?” She proposed, turning around.

“You want me to fight with you?” He asked, brow furrowed.

“Yes, you’re the best at this,” she answered as if it was the most obvious thing she could say.

“No,” he said straight away. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he added as he jumped out of the ring again and started to walk out of the door.

But she didn’t want him to leave. “Then teach me,” she screamed, making him stop in his tracks.

“Make me your student,” she demanded as she throw the gloves on the ground, the boxing wraps now the only thing covering her hands.

Jaehyun turned around, their eyes intertwining in a gaze that held thousands of words, and he gulped. His legs started to walk toward her without him knowing. It was a force pulling him toward her, as always, like a magnet.

He climbed up the ring again and stopped right in front of her, their bodies a few centimetres away.

“What do you want me to teach you?” He asked, his low voice coming out sultry in a whisper, his hand resting on her cheek.

Her eyes looked up from his full lips to his deep brown eyes. “Teach me how to love you. Make me love you again,” she whispered, leaning closer to him, their lips almost grazing.

He snickered. “You’re playing unfair, it’s impossible,” he whispered, and tried to walk away but her hands clasped his hand and pulled him back where he was.

“If I told you, it’s because I know you can. I know you can show me how to love you.”

He hesitated for a while, his chest raising more frenetically as he felt a strange sensation rise in him, a new confidence, a new attraction.

“What do you want me to do exactly? How do you want me to show you how beautiful we were?”

“Make me fall in you, Jaehyun. Make me fall so deep that I can never come back up to the surface. Make fall so deep that I will never know another shade of blue but yours.”

At those words, nothing could stop him anymore. He did it, he pulled her closer by her waist, their chest touching and their lips crashing against each other, eager of tasting each other again, eager of intertwining in each other like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. Jaehyun didn’t want to pull away, but the air was starting to miss, and he had to. He didn’t regret it, though, when he saw her gasping for him too, her lips already swollen from the kiss and her chest panting faster. She was beautiful, no matter where she was, whether it was in the middle of a field full of sunflowers on a beautiful day of spring or in the middle of a gym with cold grey light hitting her.

She.

She was everything to him. Tangled in his soul, unable to leave. His lifeline.

And he wanted to show her. Show her how beautiful their souls were together. Remind her, that they were the ones.

And as if she could read his mind, she pulled him close once again and whispered. “Make me yours, Yoonoh. Only yours.”

And it was the most unromantic place ever, but they couldn’t really care when her body touched the cold floor and he positioned himself on top of her, starting to kiss her collarbone, down to the hollow in her chest, to her tummy and up again.

They could’ve rushed it, burned the moment, turned off the flame in the blink of an eye, but they wanted to savour every bit of it.

To Jaehyun it felt like a fever dream to have her right there in front of him, ready to be so vulnerable in his hands, and the fear that she would’ve disappeared was strong, that’s why he fought it by kissing every inch of her skin.

His lips grazed her lobe and bit on it gently, then he passed to her neck, leaving small nibbles here and there, and then his hands reached for the hem of the shirt she was wearing, lifting it up, making it meet the floor.

Anastasia’s arms were swift at covering her body, suddenly the consciousness of having to be exposed in front of him hit her making her feel ashamed.

“Don’t do that,” he said, reaching for her arms, trying to move them away.

“No,” she pleaded, making him stop. “I’m full of scars,” she said, her eyes looking away. “Scars they made.”

“Then I’ll kiss every single one of them so they can heal faster,” he reassured her, gently holding her hand up, starting to remove the bandages so that her hands would be completely free.

She looked back at him, eyes gleaming, her heart warm. Tears at the brim of her eyes.

“You’ll love me even if they stayed there forever?” She asked in a shaky voice. Her eyes moved up and down to him and his hands that were touching her so delicately as if she was a fragile jewel, cautious of not even grazing it. And to her, it seemed absurd, because she was. She was bruised, marked, and broken, not a single glimpse of light coming out of all her cracks. But Jaehyun could see it, the light, the gold that was still there, buried underneath all of the dust and ashes. And she loved the way Jaehyun was looking at her, because she was sure that if she looked at herself with his eyes, she would’ve loved the sight. And dumbly enough, she needed somebody that loved her in the way she couldn’t love herself. And she knew that what was happening was a little selfish because she still wasn’t feeling the same for him, she was working on it and she was once again asking for him to be patient, and lead her back into his heart.

“I love you, and you’re not defined by the scars drawn on you.” It was the very bare minimum, she knew that, but she found incredible comfort in those words. The nth proof that he really had waited for her and always would’ve done that, no matter what she would’ve looked like, or how much time would’ve changed her.

“But if you let me to, I’ll also love every inch of your body to remind you how beautiful you are,” he continued, his lips leaving invisible kisses on a scar right under her left collarbone. “No matter how long it’ll take for your skin to heal from the bruises, I’ll still love the way it feels under my fingertips, so smooth.”

Anastasia let her head roll back, finally letting herself go at the sensation of his hands running up and down her body, touching it in a way nobody else could ever. It was nice, no, it was so fucking good to have his big cold hands exploring her skin as if it was an unknown land that he needed to map. Going so deep under her skin, turning her inside out.

And before she could notice, a small moan rolled out of her lips just when he started playing with her left nipple, taking it in his mouth and then letting it go, the contrast of his warm mouth and the cold air making her shiver.

“Let me get rid of this,” Jaehyun said pushing her pants down to her ankles and then on the floor, somewhere behind them, where her shirt and bra were laying since before.

“Come closer,” Ana beckoned him, and as soon as he did, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling their lips in a heated kiss again.

Her hands were swift at reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting it off, discharging it on the pavement, desperately touching his toned back and scratching it when Jaehyun thrust his clothed boner against her core.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, biting her lips to suppress more sounds to come out. But that was enough to make her struggle with the belt of his pants to hurriedly get rid of them too. She needed to feel him for real.

“Getting greedy?” He teased, now romance was getting surpassed by lust and need.

“Can you blame me when I have you?” She asked, trying to push his pants and boxer down.

“Let me do it,” he said, getting up to get rid of his clothes.

Anastasia tried to hold him close to her but before she could do anything he was already lowered down with his head between her legs.

His hot breath came in contact with her covered heat, while his hands were holding her thighs up, caressing their back in small circles with his thumbs. And he wasn’t doing anything, yet, she felt close to melting. Maybe it was because it was a familiar sensation she hadn’t felt in years, or maybe it was because she didn’t feel a touch so nice, gentle and loving in ages, too used now to slaps, punches, syringes and knives. Or probably it was the sense of reassurance that in the end, it was always him, and he knew all the right buttons to push. Whatever it was the reason, she loved it.

That’s why, as much she wanted to look at him, she couldn’t force herself to do that. It felt too good when his lips started to work on her slowly, but intensely, and with a dedication that felt religious.

She lifted her upper body, standing on her elbows and took in the sight in front of her. Somehow, he managed to look breathtaking even in this situation, head almost buried between her thighs, hair falling on his forehead and his intense gaze staring right at her eyes like a hunter with his prey. She felt a rush rise in her stomach, and a louder moan escaped her lips. There was nothing rough behind his movement, but it was so intense that she was already feeling on the bridge of an orgasm. Jaehyun was drinking her in as if she was the most precious wine. Jaehyun was worshipping her, eyes fixed on hers, screaming unspeakable words, holy and unholy, the sacred meeting the profane, spilling curses and praises, scratches marking what was crafted by the Highest.

And just when she thought she could carry a little bit longer, his fingers, buried deep inside of her, doing God’s work, combined with his soft plump lips, pushed her right over the edge. A jolt, so good, that she felt her thighs tremble, and her hand clamped in his hair, pushing him away.

Jaehyun stared at her; eyes closed, eyelids slightly fluttering, chest panting heavily, moving up and down at a frenetic speed that was slowly starting to come down, lips red and swollen, hair stuck to her forehead and neck. The most beautiful of angels stained with sin.

“Do you still want more?” He asked, his body towering over her completely, his hands at the side of her face. “Can you take more?” His voice was sultry and low, filled with a lust that was never there in his usual tone.

Anastasia looked up, nodded and then tried to kiss him, but he backed up.

“What do you want, love? I need to hear you.”

“You,” she said, breathlessly. “I want you.”

A smile crept on his face, he lowered his head to kiss her, bit her lower lip and pulled away.

“No other shade of blue?” He asked, lining himself at her entrance, his left hand on her hip, making circles, right on top of the tattoo. He wanted to be sure that this promise would be forever, that this time nothing would’ve separated them. He wanted to be sure that this wasn’t just a random night of passion but a vow.

“No other shade of blue,” she confirmed, her fingers intertwining in his hair. No, no other pain, would’ve pulled them away.

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“I’m sorry. I can’t let you in.”

Robbie planted her hands on her hips and scowled. “And why not?”

Unsuur fiddled with the strap on his glove. “These orders come from the sheriff, not me.”

He took his job as a Civil Corps deputy in training very seriously. These rules were set in place to keep the people of Sandrock safe. So, when Justice told him no one was supposed to go in or out of Paradise Lost until he gave the all clear—he took that to heart—even if it meant he had to keep a perfectly capable builder like Robbie out.

Two weeks had passed since the incident—which is what Justice called it. Unsuur just called it the kiss—it was less confusing that way. There were plenty of incidents that happened and it was already hard enough to keep track of them without adding his personal matters into the mix.

Besides, calling his kiss with Robbie an incident made it a bigger problem then he thought it was, but he seemed to be the only one who saw it that way.

Robbie brushed past him when he took rounds near her shop, pretending like he wasn’t even there which was par the course for him with most people in this town, so he tried not to take it too personally.

He noticed her linger outside the entrance of Paradise Lost for the last twenty minutes. She tried to look busy as she sifted through the yakthorn, but he could tell she was just stalling for time while she debated whether or not to approach him. As far as he was concerned, she apologized and it was water under the bridge.

Well…the bridge was destroyed after the geegler attack and there was no water under it, but the idea was still there.

Honestly, he was surprised she approached him in the end—though she still refused to meet his eye. Whatever she needed down there must be pretty important if she swallowed her pride long enough to come talk to him. It was just a shame he could help her.

“I’m sorry. No one goes in or out.”

She smoothed her curls irritably but they popped right back up as soon as her palms passed over them. “But Qi sent me down here on official bridge business,” she snapped, “I have an official commission to prove it and everything.”

“But Justice said—”

“I don’t care what Justice said.” She crossed her arms, the corded muscles pulling taut across her forearms. He blinked. Her arms were much larger than he expected. “Mi-an already fixed the damn thing, so you can’t hide behind your commerce protocol bullshit anymore.”

His eyes narrowed. Her job relied on commerce protocol. They couldn’t be handing out commissions will-nilly.

“We need this power core or whatever Qi was on about to finish this bridge before next spring,” she continued before he could tell her as much, “The price of water is running me dry over here, Unsuur. Come on. Have a heart.”

Unsuur had a heart—everyone did. Why would she think he didn’t have a heart? “We realize Mi-an fixed the gate.” Against commerce protocol, he might add, but he didn’t want to give her another reason to hate him. “But we don’t want anyone to get hurt until we have a chance to scope out the ruins ourselves.”

“Then why don’t you come down with me?”

He pursed his lips. “Why?”

“To scope out the ruins on behalf of the Civil Corps? And to keep me safe while I search for this power core. We can kill two rocket roosters with one stone that way.” She waved him off with her hand. “We’re in a bit of a time crunch with this thing. I have a lot of people counting on me.”

Of course, she did.

His teeth sank into his lower lip. When she put it that way, it was hard to argue. It was his job to keep people safe and he’d be doing that if he assisted her down there. They wouldn’t technically be breaking the rules and Justice also said that making use of technicalities was a way to spice up life—whatever that meant.

“Alright,” he agreed with a quick bob of his chin, “I’ll go with you.”

She paused. “Really?”

His brow furrowed. Why was she confused? “Yes? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I dunno. I guess I was prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon arguing with you.” He internally cringed. He didn’t doubt that. Robbie could easily talk your ear off if she was in the mood—and she was often in the mood. She brushed past him with little more than a glance. A faint scent of tea leaves and coffee wafted off her. He liked it.

“But if you’re on board with this whole thing, that makes my life a little…” She stopped dead the moment she passed through the gate.

He pulled up behind her and gazed out over what remained of the old mall. A rickety platform wound down one of the standing skyscrapers and led into the ravine below. A small entrance into the mall was somewhere below, but he couldn’t make it out from their vantage point. He didn’t even know when the platform had been built or if it was sturdy enough to hold their weight. They hadn’t taken the time to check.

The color drained from her face. “Qi failed to mention it was this high up.” She stepped behind him, grasping the back of his jacket. “That woulda been nice to know before I took the damn thing.”

It took a second for it to click with him. “You don’t like heights.”

She stared at their feet. “Not a huge fan, no.”

“But you’re from Highwind,” he said flatly, “Isn’t it high?”

“I lived in East Highwind.” She looked a little woozy. He widened his stance a fraction, prepared to catch her if it came to that. He might have steadied her, but any sudden movements might startle her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. “By the sea. I didn’t really go into the west city and I definitely didn’t go gliding.” Her grip tightened on his jacket. “Don’t tease me.”

He frowned. “But I’m not teasing you?”

She didn’t seem to hear him and continued, “Fear of heights is one of the most common fears. I read about it once—in a book.” He found it funny that she felt the need to clarify that for him. “I’m sure you have a fear or two, so it’s not like my—”

“Water.”

She met his gaze curiously for the first time in two weeks. Her eyes reminded him of speckled granite with shades of blue and gray. He had a rock just like it back home. Maybe he could show it to her sometime. If she had any interest in rocks—probably not though.

“I don’t like deep water.”

He and his brothers went swimming off the shores of Vega 5 when they were kids. A current came in too strong and just…took him. His older brother managed to drag him back to shore, but he never really saw water the same way again. It wasn't the most interesting way to develop a fear. It just was. Moving to the middle of the desert had been a no brainer. It was like a beach without the water—and sand everywhere—what wasn’t there to like?

He unfurled her fingers from his coat because he could feel her trembling. “And I won’t let you fall.” He clasped her hand tightly in his. “I promise.”

“O-Okay.”

She let him take the lead—uncharacteristically subdued for someone who usually carried themself with an air of confidence. He didn’t like seeing her this way, but he doubted he’d be able to talk her out of going down there. She had her mind set and that head of hers was as strong as her pride, if not more so.

He tested the rusted metal ramp that led down to a small landing a hundred feet down. It groaned under his weight and her grip on his hand tightened. He gave her a reassuring smile, or at least he hoped it looked reassuring. Justice told him his smiles looked less comforting and more like he smelled something funny.

They treaded carefully down the ramp. Her grip could easily crack bone, but he powered through for her sake. She was deceptively strong. He always wondered how she managed to lift the great sword strapped across her back and now he knew.

When they reached the entrance of the abandoned mall, he had to peel her off him. He shook out his aching hand and said, “Do you have everything you need?” His gaze turned up the way he came and he frowned. “Oh, I guess I should have asked that before we made it all the way down here.”

An incessant hum came from deep inside the parted doors. It reminded him of the snores of a sleeping beast, moments away from being awoken. A single light flickered at the end of the hall like something out of an Old World horror movie. He watched one with his younger brother once and he slept with his parents for the next week. Though watching it had been his brother’s idea, Unsuur was blamed for it.

“Y-Yeah.” Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and said more firmly, “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Right,” he pulled out his gun, “Follow my lead.”

She unstrapped her sword. A beaded charm of black tourmaline hung off the hilt. He could tell by its long, slender, prismatic shape. No other common mineral had three sides. He inclined his head curiously and almost asked, but she spoke before he could. “You’ll have to keep up with me first.”

“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble with keeping up with you.” He puffed out his chest with a hint of pride. “I’m very fast.”

“I was making a…” She shook her head. “Nevermind. It’s not worth it. Lead the way.”

***

Robbie followed his lead for all of thirty seconds.

Justice told him how bad it was being trapped inside Gecko Station with her. Constantly running head, picking a fight with every single geegler intern she stumbled across and lacking in any sense of self-preservation whatsoever. He confiscated her firearm within ten minutes of giving it to her because it stressed him out to see her use it. Then, to top it all off, she chased the geegler president onto a moving train. If Justice hadn’t been there to catch her, who knows what might have happened.

They both agreed that she was never allowed into a ruin alone because of it.

Unsuur just never thought he’d have to witness her recklessness for himself.

He struggled to keep pace as she ducked in and out of the shipping containers that created a dizzying labyrinth through the old strop mall. They already encountered several hostile machines and she dove headfirst into the action without any regard for her own safety.

Unsuur shot a trotter between the eyes, creating a hairline fracture in the glass shield that protected its internal hardware. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he shot three more bullets in rapid succession until he shattered the glass entirely. It sputtered and fell to his feet with a dull thud, joining the others that had surrounded them moments before. He’d never seen so many hostiles concentrated in one place.

He had curbed a few close calls, but he already failed to keep Robbie completely unharmed. He at least hoped that she had the proper medical supplies for these instances, but she dressed a nasty cut on her forearm (poorly) with an oil-stained rag she found stuffed in her pocket. It stressed him out.

Sheathing his gun in its holster, he noticed that sometime during the fight the warmth of her back pressed flat against his had disappeared.

He glanced over his shoulder and scanned the landing. The neon orange lighting streaked off other machines that meandered on other levels, creating sinister shadows that made his skin crawl. Robbie was gone.

He inhaled sharply through his nose and hoofed it in the direction he assumed she went. Robbie would be the death of him. It was probably the wrong choice to let her come down here. It wouldn’t be his first poor decision. Or his last. Big decisions were more Justice’s thing—he just followed.

Breathing hard, he shoved himself over one of the barricades and found Robbie staring at one of the doors with this perplexed look on her face. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was alright. He pulled up behind her, wiping the sweat from his brow. “What’s wrong?”

She swiped the key card she stole off one of the machines—the purple plexiglass corresponding with the backlight on the control pad. It flashed twice before turning green. The door cracked an inch before stalling with a whine that made his teeth itch. It was barely enough room to wedge the barrel of his gun through, let alone the two of them.

“I think the system malfunctioned.” She tried again with much the same result. Patting her back pockets, she groaned. “Shit. I didn’t bring any extra circuits or tools with me. I thought this would be an easy in and out sort of thing, ya know, aside from the angry relic machines.”

He sagged in relief. This was the perfect excuse to turn back. “Do you want to go back? We can always come back later.” Or never—never worked too—at least, not until he and Justice had the chance to clear this place out for good.

“We’re too far in to turn back now.” She shoved her sword into his arms. “We’ll just have to force it open.”

“Force it open?” He peered helplessly around the empty landing. Aside from the shipping containers, they didn’t have anything to pry it open. That would take time and supplies and equations—he wasn’t so good with equations. “With what?”

She slipped her fingers through the crack in the slats and widened her stance. He moved to stop her. “What are you doing?”

“Forcing it open.” She pushed the top slat. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“What if your fingers get caught and you lose one? I’ll have to write an incident report.” As it stood, he’d probably have to anyway. He hated writing incident reports. They were long and boring and he forgot to include the relevant information. Apparently, the Civil Corps Head didn’t care how the summit was formed from the blowing sands and erosion—even though it was fascinating.

“Yeah,” she grunted, “You’re not helping here.”

“I’m just telling the—”

The scrape of steel cut him off as the door opened a little more. His mouth fell open. There was no way that was working.

“Come on, come on.”

She let go to push up the sleeves of her button up. Her bare arms were, well, Unsuur wasn’t sure how to describe them—he could only stare. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to do this all on my own,” she said as she gripped the bottom of the topmost slat again.

Unsuur was still trying to pick his jaw up off the ground. The fact that she managed to move it at all was impressive. The thing had to weigh at least a ton, probably more. He took one look at the great sword and an idea struck him. He wedged the sword in between the slats and Robbie stopped.

“You’ll ruin it.” And Hugo will kill you, was the part that went unsaid. Hugo would hate to see one of his creations reduced to a giant can opener, but what other option did they have?

“I’m open to other ideas,” he said, “but it might be safer than using your bare hands.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then seemed to think better of it, which was one of the smartest things she’d done since stepping foot in this place. She slipped her hands out from between the door panels and wrapped them, instead, around the hilt. “On the count of three, we push, got it?”

He nodded. “I’ll go on your count.”

Little by little, they made progress until there was enough room between the panels to squeeze through. Even working together with the sword, his arms felt like gelatin when they were done. How did she manage to move it on her own? Was she even human?

“You coming?” She had already slipped through the gap. “This core isn’t going to find itself and I need my brave protector to keep me safe.”

He toyed sheepishly with his glove. Brave protector. She had to be teasing him. No one thought that about him. Not really. She must have confused him with Captain—now there was a brave soldier right there. That’s why Justice named him deputy. Unsuur couldn’t even argue. Captain deserved it.

He said nothing as he slipped in behind her.

They passed through the remaining rooms until they reached a stairwell that led to the atrium at the top of the skyway—the paradise of Paradise Lost. Robbie grinned as she scaled the first set of steps. “This has to be the right direction,” she said, “The core has to be nearby. I can feel it.”

His brow furrowed. He didn’t feel anything and told her as much.

“It’s a figure of speech.” She crawled over a pile of rubble that blocked their path then offered her hand. He took it and she helped him onto the other side. “It means I have a good feeling about the core being in this direction.”

“Well, there’s no other direction to go,” he deadpanned.

She brushed some dust from his shoulders. “Exactly.”

He still didn’t get it, but it wasn’t worth getting into.

They made their way up the stairwell and reached the domed atrium on the topmost floor. It looked out over the rest of the mall. The machines they snuck past went about their business on the lower levels. He peered over the railing, scanning the area. As far as he could tell, nothing had followed them up there.

He turned back to her. “Now what?”

Robbie studied the machine at the center of the room. Two large pistons jutted out of it, aimed toward the ceiling. She ghosted a hand over the rusted metal and hummed. “I think this might be what Qi was talking about,” she mumbled to herself, “but I don’t know where the core would be. I might have to dismantle it.”

Unsuur walked a perimeter around the machine until he found a small control panel near the back. He wiped away the thick layer of dust with a quick pass of his hand. The pale blue backlight pulsed faintly. He was surprised there was still enough juice to keep it up and running centuries later.

“What about this?”

She joined him and gave it a quick once over. “There might be a release mechanism in here, but the buttons are too faded to know for sure.” She rolled her lower lip between her teeth in quiet contemplation. “But I could always make an educated guess.”

“What does that mean?”

“Watch and learn.”

She pressed one of the larger buttons along the bottom. His cry of protest died in his throat before it had a chance to leave. He held his breath and waited for the floor to drop out beneath their feet or for the machines to self-destruct or some other terrible thing to happen.

One second passed, then another.

When nothing happened, he released it. He took her gently by the shoulders and steered her away from the control pad. “If you ask me,” and normally no one asked him for an opinion, “pushing random buttons seems like a bad idea.”

She puffed out her cheeks. “Damn, I thought that would do—”

A low rumble shook the ground beneath their feet. He reached for his gun.

With a dull groan, the floor shifted beneath their feet and started to rotate clockwise. Robbie stumbled back into him and he steadied her.

The machine at the center of the room shuddered to life, its pistons lowering to the ground—crackling with bright blue energy. His grip tightened on her shoulders as one of the pistons crept toward them.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, “That was a mistake.”

“Run.”

Unsuur shoved her back in the direction of the door. The pistons were slow-moving, but the rotating floor spun opposite the rotation of the pistons. He sidestepped an exposed piece of track, revealing the gears and pulleys beneath, and reached for the keypad that controlled the doors.

He slammed the release and…

Nothing happened.

He tried again. Nothing. Panic welled in his chest as he glanced back at the pistons. The electric current raised the hair on the back of his neck. “It’s not working.”

Robbie shoved him aside and fiddled with the controls. He shot at the piston while she worked. The bullet ricocheted off the current with a soft ping and boomeranged back their way. He used his body to cover Robbie as it struck the wall over their heads. Bits of lead shrapnel rained down on them. He shook out his hair, his teeth clenching.

That plan was out.

“Damn it. The circuits are fried,” she hissed as she peered under the console, “It must have happened when I activated the machine. It’ll take time to fix.”

He helped her to her feet. “We don’t have time.”

“I know.” She pressed the release a few more times like wanting it bad enough would change the end result. She gripped the keypad and shook it with a frustrated growl. “It's no use. We’ll have to take care of that thing, first. Ugh. Why does this old mall even have a machine like this?”

The piston was almost on them. Unsuur ushered them back onto the track to buy a little more time. He felt like one of his brother’s test rats on an endless loop.

“What should we do then? Bullets don’t work.”

“We need to attack directly at the power source,” she said as she scanned the central machine.

The rotating floor pushed them back toward the piston chasing them, but walking too quickly would send them straight into the other. They had to find a happy medium that kept them between the two. He imagined running into one of those electric fields would feel like a fly hitting the bug zapper outside the Blue Moon.

“If we can cut off power, then we can stop it.” They reached a section on the front with three glass cores glowing a similar shade of blue. “Something like these.”

“Won’t that harm the power core?”

“Not if we cut it off at the transmitters.” She reached for her sword as she spoke. Her mouth was set in a determined line. He would have expected anyone else to panic—he was panicking a little if he was being honest, but she looked oddly calm about the whole thing. “There’s one at the top and one at the bottom. That small metal attachment. It should do the trick without hurting the actual source of power.”

His gaze fell to the track. “And this?”

“Easy.” She ripped the charm off the hilt of her sword and fed it into the exposed gears the next time it passed. The long chain of black stones got caught in the rotating gears until it came to a shuddering halt. She shot him a teasing wink. “About time this thing served a real purpose. Talk about grounding energy, am I right?”

He cracked a smile. That made things significantly easier for them.

They made quick work of the set of transmitters, quickly severing them from the glass tube. It dislodged and rolled harmlessly to their feet, the electric blue light inside crackling like someone captured a storm.

The pair shared a smile. “Good—”

“Duck,” Unsuur gasped as he dropped to his knees. They narrowly missed the pass of the piston overhead. He felt the hammer of his heart in his throat.

Once they were in the clear, they focused on the second core. Robbie hacked at the lower transmitter while he blasted the top. They made a decent team, well, when she wasn’t pushing random buttons or running off when he had his back turned. It only took a minute or so to cut off the second tube—just as the opposite piston reached them.

His skin prickled faintly as it passed over their heads, though the current didn’t feel as strong as it had with three connections.

He took that as a good sign.

They were up again a moment later to finish the job. He was just about done with the top transmitter when he reached into his ammo pouch to reload his gun. His heart sank. It was empty. He usually carried a dagger for situations like these, but he remembered taking it off the night before to clean it. He must have left it at home. “It’s not good. I’m all out of bullets.”

“That’s fine. I’m almost there with mine and I can finish yours.” She cleaved the lower transmitter. The tube flickered wildly. She was almost there, but so was the piston.

“Robbie, get out of there.”

“I can make it.”

Unsuur tugged anxiously at the strap on his glove. She was close to finishing off the core, but not close enough to completely avoid a hit from the piston. Not to mention, it was a coin toss to know if it would still be alive with electricity when it hit her.

His expression hardened. That chance was too high for him.

His feet were moving before he could stop himself and assess the situation. “Unsuur, what are you—” He dragged Robbie away as she severed the last transmitter. It fell to their feet with a metallic thrum.

He shoved her to the ground as the piston struck him on the lower back—the current still very much alive. Every muscle in his body contracted as the current cracked through him like a whip. His next breath seized in his throat and he was choking on air. It could have been much worse, but it definitely wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Unsuur!”

The next thing he remembered was waking up face first on the ground—or at least he assumed he was on the ground. He tried to move his body, but he wasn’t even sure if he had a body anymore. Everything was numb save for a prickling sensation at the base of his spine that bled up into his chest. It might have been pain—it was probably pain. He fought to stay awake.

A slight pressure on his hand kept him from completely slipping away. Robbie took his hand if he had to guess, but he was always bad at guessing games. One might even say he was bad at most things, unless that thing was going unnoticed.

“Unsuur, stay with me.” Robbie had a panicked edge to her voice. “I’m right here.”

He managed a soft grunt, but anything beyond that was too much effort.

“I’ll get you out of here, I promise, just stay with me.” He heard the tears in her voice. She didn’t have to cry over him. He was fine. She jostled him and his mind spun like the inside of a kaleidoscope. Okay, maybe not so fine, but he wasn’t going anywhere. “Just stay with me, please.”

With all the energy he could muster, he managed the lightest squeeze on her hand and hoped it would be enough to assure her that he was there. That he heard her and he was glad to see that she was alright. The safety of a citizen was the most important thing. He’d done his job right. When unconsciousness reached for him again, he let it take him.

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