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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

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crazy4dragons · 3 years

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The Next Step

Hiccup reaches a new level of comfort in the bedroom. Takes place during RTTE, soon after The Next Level and The Next Morning. Rating: M (nudity, sexual content, and plenty of Hotcup 😉).

Hiccup bit back a moan as Astrid drew his lower lip between her teeth and tugged on the little braids she’d woven into his hair. “Gods,” he breathed, resting his palms low on her hips.

“Mmm.” The blonde grabbed the hem of his tunic and lifted the garment over his head before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

Pulling Astrid closer, Hiccup tugged at the end of her bindings, silently asking for permission to remove them. When she nodded, he unwound the fabric with trembling fingers and eagerly took her breasts in his hands.

“Babe,” groaned Astrid, her back arching as she kissed him harder, hands gripping his freckled shoulders.

“You’re…so…hot,” Hiccup mumbled between kisses. His thumbs massaged her nipples, causing them to crinkle with arousal.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” teased Astrid. She ran her fingers across his chest, toying with the sparse hairs that grew there.

He chuckled. “So talking fishbones are your type, huh?”

“I suppose they are.” She sat back up and shifted her hands down his torso to trace the faint outline of his abs.

Hiccup let out a sharp breath as her fingers traveled to the trail of hair beneath his belly button.

“Is there a lot more under here?” Astrid asked with a wink, hooking a thumb into the hem of his pants.

With reddening cheeks, he nodded.

“Hey,” she whispered, hovering over him to press her lips against his mouth. “It sounds hot.”

Hiccup swallowed hard as he felt her stiff nipples scrape against his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, he asked, “You…you wanna see?”

Astrid’s eyes widened. “Are you ready?” she checked.

He nodded. “I’m ready. But you first.”

“What?”

Hiccup slipped his thumbs into her bottoms, removing her leggings and underwear in one movement. “I’ll feel better if you take off yours, too.”

Smirking, she kicked the clothes off of her feet, leaving them to fall onto the floor. “Well, you know I don’t have any reservations about that.” An excited shiver ran down her spine. Being naked in front of Hiccup, knowing he was lusting over her, always turned her on. And now, the thought of him also being naked heightened her arousal.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands over her skin.

“Your turn,” smirked Astrid. Kneeling between his legs, she cautiously peeled off his bottoms, eyes glancing up at his face every few seconds to look for signs of hesitation.

“My scars,” Hiccup said as the garments reached his knees. “I…my leg…”

The blonde hardly heard him. Her gaze was centered on his growing erection, and her mind was racing was desire. She hadn’t exactly been sure about what to expect when it came to male anatomy, but she definitely hadn’t been expecting him to be as stiff as he was.

“Astrid?” he promoted.

“Do you mind?” she asked, reaching her hand towards his penis.

Hiccup’s cheeks turned red. “I uh…um…yeah…I mean, no…I mean, do you really want to…to touch me?”

“I’ve only fantasized about it a hundred times,” teased Astrid. “And I may or may not been masturbating during my fantasies.” She winked.

He swallowed hard at the image of Astrid lying in bed, naked, her thumb rubbing her clit as she brought herself to orgasm. He’d seen her pleasure herself before, but it hadn’t crossed his mind that she was imagining his nude body while doing it.

Taking his erection in her fist, she stretched out her thumb to brush the sensitive tip while her free hand slid his pants off his legs, finally leaving them both fully exposed. While she’d been perfectly comfortable being completely bare in front of him before, having him naked with her made her sense a new special bond between them.

“My scars,” Hiccup reminded.

The blonde glanced down at his left leg, where a set of angry red burn scars marked the spot that his bone had shattered during the battle with the Red Death. “I love you,” she whispered, lying stomach-down on top of him and offering an affectionate smile.

A rush of warmth surged through Hiccup’s veins. In the past, he’d always been the one to initiate “I love yous.” Astrid had always been more about showing than telling, but hearing her say the words first tonight hit him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “I love you, too,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Leaning in for a kiss, she pressed her breasts into his chest and rubbed her crotch on his, causing him to gasp as she drew his lower lip between her teeth.

Hiccup reached down to grab her butt, erection throbbing at the sensation of her pebbled nipples against his chest and her center brushing his.

“You good?” Astrid checked, panting as she broke the kiss.

He nodded.

“Do you want to get off now, or…” With Hiccup’s shyness, the two hadn’t yet touched each other below the waist, not before Astrid had touched him tonight. Any activity that involved undressing always ended with mutual masturbation while the candles were out and a blanket was covering his bottom half.

“Or what?” he asked, teasingly pinching a nipple as she sat up to straddle him.

“We could do it to each other,” she suggested cautiously.

Hiccup swallowed hard. “I…I’d love to, but I don’t know how…how to touch you. Your um…well…stuff, if I can call it that…it’s…uh…a little less um…straightforward than mine.”

Astrid laughed. “I’ll help you,” she promised, grabbing his hand and placing it on her mound, tingles running down her spine at the feeling of his fingers brushing against her swollen folds. “But you first.”

“Gods, you don’t have to…” He trailed off as she knelt between his legs, one hand massaging his balls while the other stroking his erection.

“You’re perfect,” Astrid mumbled.

“Holy Freja, how did you…how are you this good?” he gasped, biting back a cry as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

The blonde shrugged. “You learn a lot from Viking women’s gossip,” she laughed. “Thank Thor I don’t use the public baths anymore, but gods, the things I would hear there.”

“You don’t use the public baths, either?” Hiccup raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I mean, I guess…well…you don’t exactly seem like the self-conscious type.”

Astrid laughed. “I’m not. Around you. But after being a late bloomer, and hearing the women point out that I had no boobs…and growing hair in awkward places…and realizing I was the only one with a blonde crotch…no thanks.”

Hiccup smirked. “Well, puberty certainly blessed you, late bloomer or not,” he remarked. “And for the record, I think it’s sexy that you’re blonde down there.”

A light blush covered her cheeks as she closed her fist around his penis, thumb reaching down to continue teasing the sensitive tip.

He drew in a breath.

“Does that feel good?” murmured Astrid, still stroking him.

Nodding, Hiccup reached down to grab her free hand.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered, squeezing his erection while she laced her fingers with his. It was so like him to want to hold hands while he reached his climax, and she was happy to oblige.

“My Thor,” he breathed, biting his lip as tingles shot down his spine, signaling that he was almost to his height.

Astrid squeezed him harder, this time leaning forward to graze his tip with her teeth, a gesture that caused his quiet gasps became sharper. “Almost there?” she checked.

Hiccup nodded.

Her own arousal growing at the sight of his pleasure, she pumped his erection faster, thumb reaching for his tip, until he finally spilled his seed over her breasts and settled limp against the pillows.

“Thanks, Astrid,” he eventually managed to say. Pulling himself up, his gaze drifted towards her body, eyes growing wide and cheeks blushing at the sight of his fluids on her skin. “I uh…sorry I…”

“Don’t be sorry,” she smirked. “I think it’s pretty damn hot.”

Hiccup reached for the nearest blanket and, covering his lower half, reached for his prosthetic. “At least let me get you a towel,” he insisted. “You know, to clean up with.”

“I got it,” Astrid said firmly. She took the metal leg from his hand and set it back in its place before climbing off the mattress. As she grabbed a towel and dipped it into the sudsy wash bin, she was well aware of her boyfriend’s stare. “Like what you see?” she teased, wiping away his semen while trying to ignore the tingles between her thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

After she finished cleaning up, the blonde crawled back into bed. “My turn,” she prompted, leaning in to deliver a sloppy kiss against his lips. “I mean, as long as you’re comfortable —”

“Of course,” Hiccup cut in with a lopsided grin. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 2

Warnings: Swearing?

Word count : 2.1k

This chapter was a little longer, I really get hooked on all of the details and before long the chapter keeps getting bigger and bigger. It’s gonna be a whole story so bare with <3

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The night before starting at a new school you thought was supposed to be exciting, or you were meant to feel nervous, it was not supposed to be spent crying in Tara’s arms after explaining to her what had happened between you and the man you now believed to be your soulmate. You don’t know how long it had taken you to get to sleep in the end, all you knew is that you woke up as heartbroken as you were the night before. However, today is the first day to the rest of your fairy life, so brave face, and deal with the pain after hours.

Technically you didn’t have to go down to the courtyard to see everybody coming in, part of you was just interested, nosy, sick of being surrounded by only like 3 people for the last two months? Let’s just say you had your reasons. So there you were standing by yourself like an idiot, Tara was helping some of her friends move their things in, you noticed a girl with bright blonde hair, stunning, popular no doubt, she had the heir about her, not to mention there was already a group of Fairies crowded around her. Then you noticed another girl, flaming red hair, looking a little lost, part of you wanted to walk over to her, say hi or whatever, then you realised Sky had already clocked her too and was making his way over. Sometimes it was good to fade into the background, it just meant you could see everything happening without seeming too nosy. Like when you notice Blondie shoot daggers towards Sky and the girl he was speaking to, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Dramaaaaa. The conversation ended quickly when another guy, dressed in dark clothing with brown hair snuck up behind Sky interrupting. From the way they messed around you knew they were good friends. Maybe it was the guy River… no.. Riven, Sky had told you about. You looked away, starting to feel a little lonely as you watched friends re connect after time away. You only had one friend so far, and no doubt she had friends already here too, it was only a matter of time before you were on your own again.

It wasn’t long before the final students had come through the gates and they began to close, you were one of the last ones outside, some stragglers lingering, when you felt someone come up behind you. You could tell instantly who it was, you wanted to be pissed off, but you couldn’t, his presence making you feel more at home than ever. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning the back of you neck, but far enough away so that if anyone saw you both it would just look like a private conversation.

“You should be mingling with others, not standing here on your own.” You could tell by the tone of his voice he was frowning. It angered you. He was the one that decided what you felt for each other ‘wouldn’t work’ and now he thought he had an opinion when it came to your social life?

“Saul, I mean, Mr Silva, you made it pretty clear yesterday that what we have.. had, wouldn’t work, so why are you concerned about what I do.” You moved away from him as you heard him sigh. You could tell he was frustrated, you didn’t care. In the two months you’d got to know Silva, you realised that he was a pretty dominant figure, he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, or having someone talk back to him.

“Listen Y/N, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He gritted out, it was paining him that he couldn’t touch you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, turning to look at him, raising your eyebrow in a kind of ‘are you done?’ attitude. His jaw clenched. “Just stay out of the woods, there was another sighting of a burned one, it’s not safe to be out there at the moment.” With that he brushed past you, his skin brushing yours lightly enough to leave your whole body tingling, he faltered as he felt it too but carried on walking away. You headed off the the Fairy hall, looking back watching his re treating figure, you thought you had been the only two out there, but just before you rounded the corner you caught a glimpse of Headmistress Dowling, staring at the both of you from the top window of her office.

The hallways were bustling, students squealing and hugging friends, luggage being hauled through the crowds, you had to push your way past, noticing on the way, a lot of people staring at you. You could hear people chattering, whispering, getting bits and pieces of sentences here and there like “Changeling” ‘Burned one” “multiple powers”.. You rolled your eyes, how the fuck did the news spread so quickly. You were grateful when you reached the door to your halls. You pushed the double doors open wide and took in your surroundings. Tara was there, sorting out all of her plants, she looked up and gave you a wide smile.

“Oh Y/N there you are! I was just telling the girls all about you.” She rushed out and came to stand next to you. The noise attracted a few girls from the rooms off of the main dorm. Blondie from earlier sauntered out, you don’t know why it hadn’t clicked before that she was obviously the princess. Then followed a girl with headphones, a girl with funky looking hair, bits of blue were braided through it, and then the girl with the flaming red hair you’d seen in the courtyard. You stood awkwardly, your Doc Martens kicking the tiled floor. It was easy to see you all had different styles, you were no exception. There seemed to be a colour theme going on.

“You don’t have to be so worried you know, we don’t bite.” The voice came from the girl with the headphones dressed in purple. “I’m Musa, i’m a mind fairy, that’s how I know what you’re feeling, also the reason you’ll see me with these almost every single minute of the day” she said while holding up the bulky headphones that were around her neck.

The girl with the braided hair was next to introduce herself as Aisha, Water Fairy, explained why she had the blue theme going on. Next was Bloom, the girl from the courtyard with the Fire like red hair, which was suiting considering she was a Fire fairy. She was the other girl from earth.

Lastly was Princess Stella. A light fairy, her hair funnily enough as you mentioned earlier, a bright shade of blonde, her clothes weren’t yellow, matching the whole light theme, but you did clock that the majority of her room and clothing choices were shiny. She gave you a smug smile, you knew girls like her back home, you’d been friends with a girl like her back home, she gave off a vibe of “I’m better than everyone else” but it’s probably just so she can hide her own insecurities. There was hope for her yet so you gave Stella a smile, which shocked her. You looked down at yourself, taking in your appearance, heavy Doc Martin boots, black ripped skinny jeans, plain white top and black leather jacket, okay so if they all had colour themes yours would definitely be black.

“You’ve obviously met Tara, she didn’t shut up about you since we all got here, interesting that you’re from earth too like Bloom, two earthlings in one year, how exciting, and you killed a burned one on your arrival, isn’t that something.” You glared a little at the girl dressed in Green as it seemed she had already spilled some details to the girls in your dorm. Stella mocked surprise, oopsing at the fact that she’d brought up what Tara had obviously babbled out.

Tara mouthed a sorry from across the room, the earth fairy was harmless and you knew that anything she had said would have been accidental or came out in excitement. “Yup well, I’m Y/N as Tara has probably already told you, born in England, Silva found me, killed a burned one at the barrier in the woods, apparently I have multiple abilities andddd i’m a changeling. Any more questions? I thought not.”

You laughed and walked over to your room. You shared the space with Musa, just like her mezzanine, you had one directly above, sort of like a bunk bed but it was more like a bunk room. You’d mastered the art of not falling over the railing when getting up in the night to pee which you were happy about. You heard the girls below all talking about what a changeling was, how you’d killed a burned one, what a burned one was, all riveting stuff. The only thing you could think about, the only person you could think about, Silva. Musa looked at you and gave you a side smile. You were going to have to get used to someone around you knowing how you felt all the time.

“So Y/N, are you going to the party?” Your head peaked up, a party? You didn’t know there was going to be a party but you were sooo going. You needed to let off some steam, do some flirty flirting with the boys and for once be a normal teenager. “I say party, it’s not gonna be some total rave but it’s like a welcome party.” It surprised you that Stella asked. You flopped onto your stomach on your bed.

“Count me in, i’m gonna go for a walk first though, clear my mind and get some air before. Anyone want to join?” You watched as 4 of the 5 girls shook their heads no, it was yet again Stella who surprised you saying yes. Maybe she wasn’t going to be awful after all.

Stella was surprisingly easy to get along with and you could already tell she liked you, maybe you’d already become friends even, you didn’t want to push your luck. You found yourself walking by the pond near where the specialists train. You hadn’t realised that that’s where your feet had led you until Stella tugged on your arm a little. “See that guy there, the one with the blonde hair, that’s Sky, we used to date.” Stella linked arms with you. You nod your head and explained how you’d met Sky when you first arrived here. You tensed as you heard his voice, you heard him before you saw him.

“So, after your classes, you’re all mine.” It made you choke on nothing but air and your cheeks flushed. A few heads turned to look at the interruption and you ducked before Silva saw your red face. He’d seen you though, hiding beside the Princess, he tried to conceal his grin of amusement and then went back to teaching. You looked to Stella, the awkward moment hadn’t gone unnoticed by her. Before you could explain you heard shouting, you and Stella sat down on a near by bench and watched as Silva roasted the living daylights out of a first year specialist for being disrespectful. You could pick up pieces of their conversation, Stella filling in the blanks you didn’t catch.

“The shield is to protect us from the burned ones”….

“Have you ever seen a burned one.” Silva was pointing his sword at the students face.

“That’s the thing no one my age has, isn’t that all over now?” The first year specialist didn’t seem so confident now and you scoffed. Wrong, you’d KILLED a burned one, without even knowing what a burned one was at the time. You still don’t remember how you did it, that moment blanked out completely in your mind, the only thing you remember, Silva finding you haunched over the body.

“That’s where you’re wrong, one of the fairies here, was attacked by one on the way in, luckily, something was in her powerful enough to kill it before it could kill her, so no, it’s not all over now.” You could tell Silva was gritting his teeth, stopping from going any further, sometimes his anger slipped away from him. A few people that had obviously heard the rumours turned and looked at you, shock crossing their faces as if they were all thinking the same thing… so it was true, not a rumour after all. You’d finally had enough of the stares, you jumped up, catching the attention of Silva, Stella following behind you as you walked away and towards the woods.

The very place Saul had told you not to go to.

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f0xfordcomma · 3 years

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re:union (kataang week 2021) DAY SEVEN

prompt: the sea and the sky

re:union

chapter seven: reunions

rating: T

words: 2529

summary: "He had fought hard for this unity. Had spent countless hours in courtrooms and offices arguing with dignitaries and representatives about the benefits of a United Republic. He had spent long nights drafting up documents and looking over contracts. He had dreamed of finally seeing this day, finally seeing this unity. All he could see tonight though, was a yellow flower drifting around the crowded room on an intricately braided head of ochre hair."

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chapter seven: reunions

By the time Aang had handled Councilman Zhu’s dumpling crisis, he had lost track of Katara.

“She went to get changed for the feast,” a familiar, though deeper than he remembered, voice sounded from behind him.

“Sokka!”

“Hey buddy! It’s good to see you.”

They squeezed each other in a bone-crushing hug. The first one, Aang realized, he had gotten since his return. Aang held on a little harder at the thought.

“Where’s Suki?”

“Getting ready with the rest of the warriors. They are playing a special part in the performance tonight.”

“Wow! I can’t wait to see that!”

“Heh—yeah, me too.” Sokka’s voice went somewhere dreamy. “But, uh, I think it’ll be hard to watch with your head buried in my shoulder like this…”

“Oh right! Sorry… just happy to see you.”

“I missed you too buddy.” Sokka squeezed Aang’s shoulder reassuringly. “Now, you should go get ready! Can’t have the guest of honor stinking up the place tonight.”

“Guest of honor…” Aang grumbled, rolling his eyes in exasperation at Zhu’s exuberance. Still, he broke away from Sokka, giving him a nod as he made his way towards the room’s egress.

“Oh, and Aang?” called Sokka from near the food tables where he was stealing an hor’s d'oeuvre from under a cloche. “She’s not seeing anybody, in case you were wondering.”

Aang stopped still, his ears burned, his head swam. He hadn’t realized how much the question was plaguing him until he had heard it vocalized. She’s still single. There’s still time. He had let her go once, had regretted it every day since. She’s still single. He had no idea if she still wanted him the way he wanted her. But she’s still single. He resolved to try and change that fact by the end of the night.

He opened his mouth to speak but only a low whine came out. He cleared his throat but ended up coughing around the words as he forced them out. “I—is that… is that so?”

“It is.” Sokka snorted.

“That’s uh… thanks Sokka!” Aang shouted in salutation as he rushed out the door, needing to hide his burning blush and, as everyone had insisted, finally get cleaned up.

⬭

He wore a new set of robes. The pants dyed a dark amber with northern saffron. The belt and sash a sunny terra-cotta color that complimented the blue of his tattoos.

He surveyed his face in the mirror, taking in the scruff along his jawline, the tan around his temples, the laugh lines near his lips. He hadn’t spent much time looking at himself over the past few years, hadn’t had a mirror at any of the temples. The only time he would look at his reflection was when shaving his head, and even then, the refraction of the water made it difficult to examine his countenance with any detail.

Aang had never much minded the way that he looked--hadn’t had much use for vanity when living with the monks, hadn’t had much time for insecurity when running from the fire nation, hadn’t had much need for self-consciousness when being loved by Katara--he’d always thought his face was friendly enough, his body was strong enough. Something about looking at himself now though, fully a man, strong and steady and serene in a way that he’d never seen himself before, made his chest swell with confidence.

“I look good, huh buddy?” He directed the question to Momo, who had joined him in his room after an afternoon spent swooping around Cranefish City in search, no doubt, of sweets from strangers.

In reply, the lemur flew over to perch on his shoulder, scratching through the stubble on Aang’s chin with a squawk.

“You really think she’ll like it?” He scratched Momo between the ears and produced a plum from the pocket of his pants.

Momo took the fruit eagerly between his paws and greedily gobbled it down.

“Aw buddy, you flatter me.”

“Well babe,” a feminine voice dripping with thinly veiled amusement sounded from behind him, “it looks like we’ve officially lost him.”

“You’d think so, but he’s been talking to the lemur like that for as long as I’ve known him.”

“So what you’re telling me is, he has always been insane?”

“Pretty much.”

Aang’s face was beet red (he had lost count, at this point, as to how many times this had happened today) as he spun on his heel to face the Firelord and Firelady, who were standing in his doorway in their formal robes and appraising him with mirth-filled expressions.

“Uh, hey guys… how, uh… how long have you been standing there?”

“Oh, long enough, hot stuff.” Mai shot him a wry smile with a raised eyebrow before turning and pecking her husband on the cheek quickly as she took her leave. “I’m going to go make sure the kids are ready. We leave in ten, boys.”

Once Mai was out of earshot, Zuko burst into laughter and walked over to throw an arm around Aang. “Anything you want to talk about there, Aang?”

“Yeah! Why is it that I don’t see any of you for three whole years, and the first thing anyone does is tease me.”

“That’s not true! The first thing I did was put you on babysitting duty.”

“You’re not funny, Zuko.”

“Hey! Now who’s teasing whom?”

Aang scowled. Zuko, trying to school his face into a slightly more serious expression, straightened up and stalked a few paces across the small room.

“I’m going to give you some unsolicited advice because Uncle isn’t here to do it for me.” Zuko pantomimed stroking his beard and affected a strong accent that, ultimately, sounded nothing like Iroh. “Follow your heart.”

“Follow my heart? That’s it? No tea metaphors? No floral imagery? You make a pretty rotten Iroh, Zuko.”

“Hey, I tried.” Zuko shrugged. “I don’t know, man. You’re still in love with Katara, right?”

Aang flushed but nodded his head, eyes fixed on the floor.

“Are you going to do something about it?”

Aang met Zuko’s eyes determinedly and nodded again.

“Good. You’d better.”

“Thanks Zuko.”

“Any time. By the way? I agree with Momo, the beard really suits you.” At that, Zuko strode out of the room, chuckling softly to himself.

⬭

“So, Sugar Queen,” Toph plopped herself on Katara’s bed with a huff, swinging her bare feet up to rest on the adjacent wall so she could still feel what was happening. “You seemed pretty cozy with our Prodigal Son back there. Locked that down yet?”

“Toph!” Katara spluttered, pulling her paintbrush away from her lips.

“That’s a no, then?”

“Wha--no, not a… he just got back! And I don’t even know if… it’s none of your business, anyway.”

“Right, right. So you guys haven’t talked about your feelings, like, at all, yet? What the heck was all that flirting on the beach then?”

“What flirting? We were just hanging out. As friends! Being friendly! We were friends before we were ever anything else, Toph. You know that!”

“Uh huh, uh huh. Good point, Katara. Your definition of ‘friendly’ has always been a little bit off when it comes to Aang…”

“Toph! I will kick you out.”

“No, you won’t. Want to know why?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“You know me so well, Sweetness. And you aren’t going to kick me out because I know you very well and if I’m not here in, oh, seven minutes when you inevitably start second guessing yourself, to give you one of my patented Toph Beifong pep talks, you are going to freak out.”

Katara grumbled something crass under her breath and scowled at Toph’s reflection in the mirror, but ultimately, she knew her friend was right, so she obliged the company while she finished putting on her makeup.

Katara rarely wore makeup. It hadn’t really been a custom among the women in the Southern Water Tribe growing up, and during the war there hadn’t been time to worry over such trivialities. Afterwards, though, she had been the victim of many a makeover by Ty Lee. Had been the guest at many formal galas that required a bit of dressing up. Had been gifted a set of Kyoshi warrior paints by Suki. Had spent an afternoon wandering around the market in Caldera hunting down the exact right shade of lipstick with Mai and learning everything that she could possibly hope to know about knife maintenance.

Aang had always gotten incredibly flustered around her when she wore makeup. That was, perhaps, her favorite part of the process.

It had been years since she had put any makeup on her face. Her face was different now. Her eyes crinkled a bit at the corners when she smiled, her cheeks were less plump, more defined, her lips were fuller—perhaps the lipstick made her lips look too full? Perhaps it wasn’t the same color that she had used that one night in Omashu when Aang had ended up wearing more of it than she had? Perhaps she should wear something pinker? Redder? What had Mai said about skin undertones?

“You look fine.”

“You really think so, Toph?”

“No idea.” Toph deadpanned. “But I’m sure that even if you look like an armadillo-hog, Aang will still forget his own name when he sees you. That is your goal with the facepaint, right?”

“Uh…”

“Of course it is, don’t try to lie to me, Sweetness. Listen, I know two things: that boy’s heartbeat has always only ever been impacted by you, and a lot of other men have also had hammering heartbeats when they talk to you. Wanna know what that tells me? You ain’t ugly. In fact, I assume you’re pretty hot. So, chin up, shoulders back, let’s go get you your man back.”

Katara spluttered and blushed. “Oh… uh, okay.”

“You don’t sound confident yet. You are still in love with him, right?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Obviously. Then get your pretty little butt out of here and go do something about it. Chop chop, girly!” Toph, still laying on Katara’s bed, started snapping at her while she squared her shoulders in the mirror and gave herself one more once over, nodding at her reflection and resolving to talk to Aang as soon as she had the chance.

“Right. Okay. I can do this. Thank you, Toph.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Eh, yeah… I told Yugi to meet me here so we can head over together. Or wait… was it Satoru? Toklo? I don’t know, some guy is picking me up. Can’t show up to a stuffy formal function without someone to talk to all the boring people for me, now can I?”

“You do know all of your friends are going to be there tonight, right?”

“I said what I said.”

Katara rolled her eyes as she hurried past Toph and prepared to leave. “Whatever, just lock up when you leave, okay? Mrs. Shao is out tonight so I’m the last one in the house.”

⬭

The ballroom was lavishly decorated. The colors of all four nations draped around the room in every detail. Tapestries hung on the walls with the new seal of Republic City, flanked on either side by the insignias of the four nations. The tables were lined with dishes from across the world. The floral arrangements featured regional blooms from all over. In a ballroom in a government building in a sleepy corner of the Earth Kingdom continent, the entire world was united in one beautiful display.

He had fought hard for this unity. Had spent countless hours in courtrooms and offices arguing with dignitaries and representatives about the benefits of a United Republic. He had spent long nights drafting up documents and looking over contracts. He had dreamed of finally seeing this day, finally seeing this unity. All he could see tonight though, was a yellow flower drifting around the crowded room on an intricately braided head of ochre hair.

From his seat onstage next to Zuko, he watched her make her way around the room hugging and smiling and laughing and chatting. Her sleeveless blue dress was modern but carried traditional nods to her water tribe roots. Her lips were a dark cherry red. Her hair was braided. He had braided it. A yellow flower sat at her crown and winked sunshine at him whenever she turned her head. She was beautiful. Of course, he already knew that. But she was beautiful.

“Aang? Hello… Aang??”

“Huh, what?” Aang was drawn from his stupor when Zuko nudged him with his elbow.

“You’re up.”

“Oh.”

Zhu introduced him. He somehow made a speech. There was roaring applause. Her eyes were blue, her lips were red, the flower was yellow. She was blushing.

He took his seat next to Zuko. Her eyes were blue . There were performances. Her lips were red . Suki shot finger guns at him in greeting as she and her warriors took the stage. The flower was yellow. Music started up and the gathered crowd dispersed to make way for dancing. She was blushing.

“Excuse me.” He rushed off-stage and into the crowd, chasing a glimpse of yellow in ochre, a swish of blue chiffon. She was pushing her way through the crowd, too. Her eyes were blue. “Katara, I--”

“Dance with me?”

She was offering him a hand. The tsungi horn rang out a familiar song. He took it. “Of course.”

They knew this dance by muscle memory. It was as familiar as their own names, as each other’s name. He flew around her in swirls. She swam around him on waves. They were the sea and the sky and there could not be one without the other. He lifted her, she spun around him. He dipped her, she glowed. She was the sun and he was the moon. She illuminated his sky. He compelled her tides.

The music ended. They were breathing heavy, faces inches apart, hearts still hammering the now silent drum beat.

“Can we go somewhere?”

⬭

The sound of the party flooded the streets of Republic City. Everyone seemed in good spirits, bustling about in a dance as they went about their evening errands. The cicada-crickets sang along to the Tsungi horn. The air was hot, heavy with humidity. They watched the waves from a rooftop. Their hands were intertwined.

Out across the bay, the sea and the sky collided in a canvas of colors. The green and yellow and red and orange of twilight reflected on the water’s dusky blue blue blue. The colors blurred together, obscuring the horizon line, obscuring the separation between their two elements. Out here, there was no sea, no sky. No air, no water. No Aang, no Katara. Just them. Just together. Just finally.

They made promises to each other. They held on. They did not let go.

“Sweetie?”

“Hmm?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

He had to lean every so slightly down to kiss her.

Her hands in his hands.

Blue. Grey.

Sea. Sky.

Their city had a new name.

They were here.

They were home.

⬭

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It's done! It's done!

So sorry for the delay in posting this! I could've squeezed it out yesterday but didn't feel like doing so would wrap up all the things the way that I wanted to so I needed to take a bit more time on it and, obviously, this chapter grew to be quite a bit larger than the others.

I have had SO MUCH FUN participating in Kataang week this year and hope to do it again next year maybe? Also I /might/ have a little storm brewing for Maiko week so... be on the lookout for that at some point?

The love and support that I've gotten for this fic this week? OH MY GOD like wow it's been so lovely! Thank you all for reading.

And a million thanks to @foxy-knowledgeseeker for being an absolute angel and beta-ing this sucker for me. I'm gonna apologize for my choas just once more. (Sorry! Thank you!)

Bwah! Okay, time for a nap <3

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Genya the Heartbreaker

This is my fic for the Mini Bang 21 hosted by @grishaversebigbang

The Materialki from Gang 22: @vigittarious (Zoya) @gigi-drxws (Genya and Alina) @hivertoautumn (Genya) made amazing art!

Summary: The Tsar hosts a ball in the palace and Genya is excited. However, suddenly she‘s the center of attention because two well known people court for her. The decision is not easy and for once Genya wishes she wasn‘t so handsome and charming because the gifts from her admirers become a bit too much.

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The court was buzzing due to the excitement of the coming ball, Tsar Nikolai had announced five hours ago. It had been a while since the last time a big and glamorous ball was held in the palace. After her duties in the palace were done, she would search Alina and together they would harass the dressmaker until they made special gowns for them. She couldn’t help but smile when she thought about her best friend and didn’t pay attention to where she was heading anymore, which resulted in her stumbling into David Kostyk.

“Saints, David, I’m sorry”, she apologised and brushed imaginary dust off his kefta.

The durast looked as if he was about to piss his pants though. With a harrumph he adjusted the collar of his kefta and inhaled deep: “No need to apologise, this was my fault. I’m happy to see you though.”

Her eyes darted from his eyes over his body and back: “Yeah?”

“Would you be my partner for the ball?”

The question came out of the blue, even though Genya knew that David had a little crush on her, and her jaw dropped. She didn’t deal with that question yet.

“Give me time to think about it, ok?”, she exhaled and patted on his shoulder, before she rushed off. Her cheeks were burning and she hid it by letting her hair fall over her face, which made her run in person again. This time it was Zoya Nazyalensky, the commander's dark hair shined in the chandelier’s light and her blue eyes fixated Genya and that made her blush even more.

“Excuse me, commander”, the tailor mumbled and tried to pass the tall squaller but to her surprise she was held back.

“You’re red like a tomato”, Zoya meant with a judging look, “But anyway. I wanted to ask you, if you want to join my side for the ball.”

Zoya Nazyalensky was one of the most intimidating grisha Genya knew, but also one of the most attractive. She would love to be Zoya’s partner but she would also love to be David’s partner. Hence, Genya could only answer: “I’ll consider it, but I feel honoured.”

“Someone already asked you'', Zoya asserted and glanced past Genya, as if the other person would be there. The etherealkis’s eyes narrowed and she tightened her grip around the tailor’s arm: “Don’t make me fight for you, Genya Safin. Whoever is my opponent, they will lose.”

“Amazing”, Genya gulped and pushed past Zoya, this time the commander didn’t hold her back.

The next day began with nervousness for the corporalki. She didn’t want to go out of her dorm to see what Zoya would do. Because Zoya would do something, for sure. Eventually she was forced though, because someone knocked against her door. Bracing herself for the worst, she opened the door but only looked into a servant’s bugged face. He was holding a huge bouquet of flowers in all forms and colours. A tag was attached to one and when Genya turned it around, she read: Good morning, dearest Genya.

It was David’s handwriting. Then, to her horror, a second servant showed up, also with flowers, but this time from Zoya. As long as the gifts stay flowers, I can handle it, the tailor thought but she felt that this was only the start.

After breakfast Genya set off for her patients’ chambers but halfway there, she was headed off by David.

“What an incident, I meet you”, the durast smiled shyly and made Genya doubt that it was an incident, “I have something for you.”

Kostyk pressed a hair decoration into Genya’s hands and because she dealt with such things every day, she instantly knew that it was worth a lot. It was gilded and rubies were embedded in the delicate shape.

“Thank you”, she said, unsure how to respond to it, “But I cannot accept that, it’s worth too much.”

“Nothing is worth too much for you”, David said softly and closed Genya’s hands around it, “Just take it. I had fun crafting it.”

The following hours, the jewellery on her desk reminded her that she would need to make the decision between David and Zoya soon. Eventually the morning was over and she grabbed some food in the dining hall, to eat it with Alina outside at the pond. On the practice field was as always a lot going on, Botkin training young grishas and some Infernis were lightning up straw dolls. She enjoyed watching it, until she spottet Zoya approaching her, a determined, slightly angry expression on the beautiful face. The squaller stopped a few steps away from her, brought her hands together and before Genya could process what was happening, a small storm gathered. Zoya let it expand into a bigger cloud until the wind pulled at Genya’s hair and every single person on the field was watching. Fascinating was that Zoya had mixed some sort of blue powder into the air, so that the wind was visible and it looked as if the storm had a life on its own. It deformed over and over again, from a tiger to a wild horse. Nazyalensky’s expression was concentrated, but there was an affectionate sparkle in her eyes. At the end of the demonstration, the storm collapsed into a rose and rested at Genya's feet. Zoya smiled at Genya and brushed a red lock behind her ear: “Perhaps this makes the decision easier for you.”

Then the commander spun around and walked away, leaving Genya on the spot.

“Alina”, Genya sighed and frowned, “I have a serious problem and you are laughing? I’m worried about what Zoya will do to David when she finds out, that he’s her opponent.”

“Genya, be happy that two of the most handsome and powerful people openly run for you”, Alina grinned, “Nikolai surpasses you in the amount of admirers, but except for him you are the unbeaten top. Enjoy it.”

Genya opened her mouth to say something but closed it, because she figured that whatever she would say, it wouldn’t make Alina stop laughing. Instead she bit into her sandwich and tried to forget her admirers.

Harder though than done though, because when they returned to the little palace, the news that Zoya Nazyalensky gifted Genya Safin flowers made out of her power, got around the golf course. Some grishas smiled about it, mostly the one’s that already had a partner, but the majority threw the tailor one or two jealous looks. Zoya was almost everybody’s secret crush and having her openly running for your hand was dream material. To Genya’s relieve also this day was over at some point and she walked back to her dorm, exhausted from avoiding David and Zoya all day long, when she crossed path with Tsar Nikolai.

His mouth transformed into a wide smile as soon as he saw her and he hugged her: “Genya, I hear a lot of things about you. For once, someone else is the hotter topic here, it’s refreshing.”

“It’s not”, Genya sighed “Why can’t they just act like normal people.”

“Because you are a commodity in demand, sweet heart.”

Genya snorted and clapped Nikolai’s a: “I am no commodity.”

“I know, this was just a stylistic device to illustrate the situation”, Nikolai assuaged, “And I think there’s someone who has to say something to you.”

He nodded to the floor in front of them and Genya was tempted to turn around and run away when she saw David. He was holding a letter and definitely waiting for her. It turned out to be a poem and it was actually quite good, but she was way too tired to really listen.

It had been two days since Zoya’s storm and David’s poem and Genya savoured the silence. She didn’t need to wolf her meals down and use the secret corridors to walk through the palace in order to not meet anyone who might make something crazy to get her favour. However, her lucky streak ended the moment the freshly recruited grishas entered the dining room while breakfast.

The whole room went dead silent when the young grisha with the blond braids stepped forward and declared: “We’re here to perform a song for Genya Safin.”

Before they started Genya buried herself under the table and wished she could make herself invisible. Across the room she saw David, observing the scene with an irritated expression. Considering Zoya’s position it was a bit unfair - she could make Ravka sing for Genya, literally, and David had no such resources.

They made eye contact and suddenly she was very grateful that she had someone to look at who didn’t laugh or stare at her in disbelief because the grishas began to sing an ancient love song.

The moment the last singer closed their mouth, Genya stormed out of the hall, ready to strangle Zoya for this action. Too much was too much. Eventually, she ended up sitting at the pond, trying to make slates slide on the water. By tomorrow she would need to have chosen her partner, because the evening after was the ball and tomorrow was also the day she and Alina would get their outfits. As she thought of her best friend, an idea formed in her head. What if she did the most unexpected out of all? Excited about her idea she headed back to her friend’s dorm and opened the door, hoping Alina would be there but she wasn’t in sight. She would see her anyway at dinner at the latest and her concern could wait until then. With a content smile she went to her own dorm and opened the door.

“By all the saints”, Genya whispered and stared at the cannon. The chase was engraved with the pictures of Saints and other figures of the old Ravkan tales. The metal was altered, so it was white instead of silver and the holding sparkled golden. The inspiration was definitely coming from Genya’s kefta and the work would’ve only been done by a grisha. And she only knew one grisha who would first off, send her a cannon and second off, be able to create a cannon. Pretty confident that she would never have any use of it, she walked around and lay on her bed, to take a nap.

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xbaepsae · 3 years

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the ebb and flow | part seven

“The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 1.7k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, the usual character tension

a/n: merry belated christmas (to those who celebrate)! and happy (almost) new years! stay safe and healthy everyone. hope 2021 is a better one for all of us. xoxo

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the fifth summer – in which you fall (quite literally)

At the end of your first week of cleaning the stables with Jeongguk, you manage another capture the flag win. Nothing brought you more joy than seeing the look of absolute anguish on Park Jimin’s face when you ripped his red flag from right between his hands.

“Better luck next week, Park,” you teased as your cabin raised you up on their shoulders. “Guess we all can’t be winners.”

Your cabin celebrated with its allies at the campfire that night—singing and dancing to your heart's delight. Normally, you’re not one to dance much; the act is entirely too embarrassing to do in front of so many people. However, maybe it’s the stress from the week or the high from the win, but you feel the need to shake all your worries away.

And dancing proves to be a great stress reliever.

To the beat of drums and lyre playing, you sway your body beside your friends. Haru takes your hands in her own and spins you around, to which you can’t help but laugh. The two of you must look ridiculous right now. She spins you around in another 360 and you close your eyes, taking in the heat from the fire. When you open your eyes, you meet the cool gaze of someone you didn’t expect to still be here.

Across the campfire, Jeon Jeongguk stands by himself. You didn’t expect him to be here because his cabin was on the losing team. You thought that maybe he would be sulking in his cabin like Jimin probably is right now. Instead, his eyes seem glued to you. The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.

Even though he is yards away, you feel incredibly exposed at this moment. His round eyes are illuminated by the fire, and they seem to pierce you like he can see right into your soul or something. After another second, you force yourself to look away—the tension is just too much to take right now.

“Are you okay?” Haru’s voice breaks your thoughts.

Looking up, you notice concern clouding her eyes; however, there is also a gleam of interest there—probably wondering what made you stop dancing.

“I’m fine,” you tell her. “Just dizzy, I guess.”

Haru doesn’t seem to buy it, but she doesn’t pester you about it again. “Well, too bad—I want to keep dancing with my best friend!”

The next morning, you make your way towards the stables feeling more exhausted than usual; body still slightly aching from last night’s festivities. When you arrive, Jeongguk is already there leaning against the gated entrance. Probably hearing your footsteps draw closer, he looks up; however, you don’t meet his gaze. Instead, you pretend the rising sun has captured your attention.

Fishing the key out of your back pocket, you unlock the gates and greet the Pegasi already vying for your attention. And much like the other days, you both work in silence again; you even go out of your way to avoid passing by him or having to make small talk. During your other hours here, the silence was at least kind of bearable. However, today, for some reason, something feels different and you don’t like it one bit.

As the hours pass by, the silence seems to eat you alive. It’s all that you can hear. Or maybe it’s just your heart racing and blood rushing past your ears. Whatever it is, you’re about to reach your breaking point.

“Are you joining your cabin later?”

You nearly drop your broom at the sound of Jeongguk’s voice echoing through the thick silence. Styx, he scared you. “What’s happening later?”

Even though he’s on the other side of the stables, you can feel him take a step closer. “You know, the canoe races. The one that’s always held during the summer around this time.”

In all honesty, you’d forgotten all about the canoe races. And this isn’t like the recreational, free time canoeing you can do. No—this race is one that all the cabins participate in. It’s just as intense and competitive as it sounds. You’ve never participated before, so it must’ve slipped your mind. But unlike you, Jeongguk has always participated—you know, being the son of the sea god and everything.

“I usually don’t, so probably not,” you say.

“It’s your last summer, right?” he suddenly asks.

You turn around at the question. “Why, yes. As a matter of fact, it is. I’m planning to attend college in New Rome.”

Which means, you don’t know when you’ll ever be back at Camp Half-Blood since New Rome is equally as safe for demigods. The thought makes you feel bittersweet since Long Island is your home. You’d always thought you’d be here, probably continuing to offer your services to the camp. However, there’s an opportunity to expand your life on the other side of the country; you’d be foolish not to go.

“So, you should participate then,” Jeongguk breaks your thoughts.

“I think we already settled on who would participate. Besides, there’s always more cabin canoe races throughout summer,” you add as a rebuttal. “Maybe then.”

“What a shame,” he hums. “I really wanted to beat you this time around.”

Jeongguk’s mention of obtaining a win begins to turn the gears of your rivalry in your head. You should’ve known he would do something like this; the son of Poseidon just loves to egg you on. And sadly, you always seem to give in.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

“I’m going to participate in the canoe race.”

Namjoon looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “What? I thought we already decided on who would participate.”

“I know, but I want to do it. You know, I’ve never participated before,” you tell him. “I should try this year.”

“You’ve never participated because you—”

You cut him off. “I have to beat Jeon Jeongguk at his own game. I will not settle for anything less.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You and that damn rivalry. I know you hate the guy, but I don’t think this is worth it.”

“Jeon is a thorn at my side; beating him during the canoe race is my chance to gain some leverage on him,” you say, ignoring what your half-brother just said.

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Just don’t say I didn’t try to talk you out of it.”

***

The breeze from the Long Island Sound whips your hair. You put it in a braid earlier to keep it at bay, but your baby hairs don’t seem like they want to cooperate today.

“I’m so excited, y/n,” Harrison, a second-year in your cabin, practically vibrates with serotonin beside you. “Thanks for allowing me to join.”

“Of course,” you offer him a smile. At least, you hope it’s a smile.

A part of you wishes that you listened to what Namjoon said earlier. Because at the end of the day, he’s one of the few people that know you well and maybe he’s right; maybe trying to beat Jeongguk today isn’t worth it.

“Are you okay?” Haru is suddenly in front of you. “Namjoon told me to come and talk to you, and try to talk you out of this because—”

“I’m fine, Haru,” you lie through your teeth, forcing a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Your best friend raises a brow at you. “You know, I’ve gotten pretty good and figuring when you’re lying to me. I know you always feel this intense need to beat Jeongguk at everything…though, I do wonder now if you’re starting to feel something else towards him…”

“Haru,” you warn.

She laughs a little. “Only joking.”

“I promise, I’m okay; don’t worry about me. This race will be quick anyway.”

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

Once everyone else arrives and the canoes are pushed into the water, you settle behind four others from your cabin. Harrison is seated in front of you, that beaming smile still stretched across his lips. “This is so exciting.”

The gentle rocking of the canoe does nothing to ease your nerves. If anything, it actually makes you feel sicker than you already are. “Let’s win this, for Athena!”

For Athena, your half-siblings mimic as they reach for their oars. Next to your canoe is none other than Poseidon’s cabin—whoever’s idea that was is definitely going to get a mouthful from you later—which means you-know-who is already staring at you.

“See you from the other side of the finish line,” Jeongguk taunts with a smirk. You try to return the same attitude tenfold.

“Don’t even think about any of your dirty tricks, Jeon.”

He scoffs. “Poseidon always plays fair.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “We’re in a huge body of water—nothing could possibly go in your favor.”

You don’t know if he catches your sarcasm, and you don’t have time to. Because before you can even think about it, the race begins at the blow of a whistle.

Sure enough, like you already predicted, Poseidon’s cabin gets the immediate lead. But you don’t let it faze you; this actually motivates you to work harder—commanding your cabin to row faster.

However, what you fail to realize is that what originally seemed like a beautiful day on the lake is suddenly shifting in the blink of an eye. Because you’re all concentrated on reaching the finish line, you don’t see the sudden storm clouds looming in on the horizon. The wind picks up and water begins to rise, rocking the canoes dangerously.

You grab onto the sides of the canoe for support, but it’s no match against the current. The gods must be angry. And when a wave crashes against the canoe, you lose your balance and plummet headfirst into the water.

Through the muffled sound of water rippling past your ears, you can hear echoed screams. But they seem terribly far away as you struggle to break the surface. Your hands grasp for air, but the tows of the current feel like a weight on your ankles as you begin to sink deeper into the water.

Worst of all, you can’t swim.

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glimmerglanger · 3 years

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Oooh, I think I was the anon who submitted the Obikin first time ask! Honestly I’d read *anything* you wrote but of the AUs, I looove our sweet virginal Obi-Wan in mirror AU, everyone in that story gets off on the fact that he’s a virgin , and since the shadow/emperor role play was so scorching, it’d be very hot to read what the reality was. Or if you wanted to take things in a whole other direction and felt like revisiting the ageswap AU that would be just fine by me!

(re, this ask: Anonymous said:

Good heavens Glimmer, your spicy Sundays are going to kill me one of these days, but it’ll be a happy passing!!! My ask is inspired by your most recent post— so I re read a bunch of your fics and spicy snippets to confirm it hasn’t been done, but would you ever write an explicit Obikin first time?? There’s allusions to it, and roleplay, but I just want Anakin to rock virgin Obi-Wan’s world like he described in your snippet. Would it be gentle? Passionate? Fast? Pls I’m dying to know)

I....chose the “go in a whole other direction” choice, ahadfdka. SO. This is part of the reverse/age-swap au. (aka the “Anakin was trained by Qui-Gon and took Obi-Wan as a Padawan after the events of TPM!AU). You can find the first part here, though this is, obviously, set before that one.

I have MANY WARNINGS. The AU as a whole is dead dove do not eat. This part especially? Dark, manipulative Anakin (he’s got 10 more years of Palps whispering to him). Dubcon (it...fits the definition of dubcon, but I, personally, feel that it borders very close to noncon, so keep that in mind when deciding to skip or not). Emotional grooming, possessiveness, master/padawan relationship, overstimulation, etc. Obi-Wan is over the age of consent.

PLEASE READ ALL THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ THE FIC. NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. DEAD DOVE. ETC.

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Obi-Wan had - just about - gotten used to kissing his Master. He still flashed hot all over every time Anakin leaned down, shocked and startled and so - so awed that Anakin wanted to touch him, to hook a finger under his chin and tilt his jaw up, to lean down and slide their mouths together.

Obi-Wan had never kissed anyone before. He’d haltingly admitted it, when Anakin asked, embarrassed because it was - was obviously something people did, just not him, and--

Anakin had seemed pleased, anyway, with the news. He’d radiated a deep, shivery kind of pleasure out into the Force and breathed, “Good,” a moment before he’d taken another kiss.

Obi-Wan had never kissed anyone but Anakin, but he thought he’d gotten pretty good at it. He still didn’t really know what to do with his hands, but that seemed to be alright. He couldn’t imagine touching Anakin the way Anakin touched him.

It seemed… he just couldn’t bring himself to pull aside his Master’s robes, to touch his bare skin, all golden and lovely. That didn’t seem to be a problem, either. Anakin showed Obi-Wan what he needed, and Obi-Wan was a fast learner.

He learned how to touch Anakin’s hardened cock, when Anakin told him to do so. He learned how to wrap his fingers around overheated flesh, how to stroke him, Anakin nuzzling against his neck and panting.

It didn’t make sense, really, that Anakin would want someone like him, but -- but his Master was the Chosen One. He knew much better than Obi-Wan. And he said, rasping, that Obi-Wan made him feel--better. Steadier. Good.

It left Obi-Wan feeling tingly and hot all over. He’d thought his heart might pound right out of his chest the first time Anakin told him to get on his knees. It had been - Obi-Wan had never opened his mouth and taken someone else into his mouth before, either.

Anakin had curled Obi-Wan’s Padawan braid around a finger and held on, rasping instructions down, watching with dark, dark eyes. And he’d promised, when Obi-Wan choked at the end, startled by the rush of fluid into his mouth, that Obi-Wan would get better at that, too.

He had.

Master Anakin was a very good teacher. Obi-Wan’s saber forms had improved rapidly under his tutelage. And Obi-Wan must have learned what to do with his mouth quickly, too, because Anakin said Obi-Wan was the best he’d ever had, said his mouth was perfect, said he was made to suck and choke and swallow, just for Anakin.

Obi-Wan’s master was the Chosen One. Obi-Wan didn’t see how he could be anything but correct.

Master Anakin said that Obi-Wan helped him touch the Force. Helped him focus on the Light. He said he needed it and--

And Obi-Wan had always tried to be a good Padawan. He grew used to the ache in his jaw and the way his throat got sore. Master Anakin was always very kind, so gentle when he wiped Obi-Wan’s face, afterwards, brushing aside any tears - Master Anakin said it was alright, he said tears were normal, when getting your throat fucked, and Obi-Wan had felt like he might die on the spot from the way he burned at the words - and smears of spit.

Anakin liked to push his come back up and over Obi-Wan’s lips, if he couldn’t swallow it all. Obi-Wan grew used to the salt-sour taste. It wasn’t so bad, really, once you’d tasted it a few times, but he preferred it when Anakin came down his throat, when he didn’t have to taste it.

His throat was sore when Anakin pulled him close, after they got back from a sparring session, tugging him into the fresher. The hot water felt good over his aching muscles but, despite the heat, he shivered when Anakin pressed close, hands settling on his hips and pulling him closer.

“Force,” Anakin said, against his neck, hands clenching against his skin. His Master was hard, but, then, Anakin had been hard when they left the sparring rooms. Obi-Wan had felt the press of his cock when Anakin pinned him, face down on the mats. Anakin had - had rubbed against him, against the swell of his ass, and Obi-Wan had frozen, wondering if he would need Obi-Wan on his knees, there, in the training rooms--

They had made it back to their quarters. He felt grateful for that, distantly, as Anakin slid a hand lower, gripping his ass and rasping, “You make me crazy, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan murmured. He was never sure what to say when Anakin said such things. “I don’t mean to.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan felt the crook of his mouth. “I think you know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?”

Obi-Wan wanted to protest that he didn’t know what he was doing at all. But Anakin was the Chosen One. And he didn’t like it, anyway, when Obi-Wan disagreed with him. Especially when they were like this, when he needed the relief and steadiness only Obi-Wan could give him. Obi-Wan jerked out a little nod, and Anakin sucked a kiss into his skin, rasping, “I knew it.”

“Master….” Obi-Wan started, and trailed off when Anakin sucked harder at his skin, an edge of teeth sliding across his neck. Anakin put a hand on his lower back, ran his fingers up Obi-Wan’s spine and curled fingers into Obi-Wan’s hair, tilting his face back and kissing him until he felt breathless and ready to fly apart.

And then Anakin pulled away, breathing hard, and said, “Clean off. Hurry.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said, disoriented, his heart racing. He’d expected Anakin to tell him to get on his knees, there in the shower. He had, before. Instead, Anakin did nothing more than touch him, touches lingering and possessive, as Obi-Wan scrubbed himself clean, hurriedly. “Should I…?”

“Out onto our bed,” Anakin said, pulling him close to drop a brief kiss across his mouth. It had been their bed for some time. Obi-Wan never slept in his own room, anymore. Anakin liked to keep him close at night, liked to hold him, and it was a good idea, anyway.

His Master had nightmares, so frequently. Obi-Wan could better help with them if he were there, already. He knew how to soothe Anakin’s, how to stroke back his hair and hold him until he calmed down, and if Anakin left marks on his skin from how tightly he held on, sometimes…

Well. It only went to show how bad the dreams were, how much help he needed.

He set those thoughts aside and sat on the side of the bed. He wondered if he ought to dress, but Anakin had been hard, when he left the shower. He closed his eyes, instead, tilting his head down and focusing on looking for the calm, still place inside his head, pulling the Force close and all around him.

He felt settled in his bones when Anakin cupped both sides of his jaw, tilted his face up, and kissed him. “What a dutiful Padawan I have,” Anakin said, when he drew back, his mouth curved into a smile, something besides praise in the words, something Obi-Wan couldn’t quite identify, even as Anakin continued, “Dutiful in all things, aren’t you?”

“I try to be, Master,” he said, puzzled by the way Anakin’s emotions shifted in the Force, at the way his expression tightened. He didn’t have time to discover the meaning of any of it, not with Anakin kissing him again, pushing him steadily back, until he sprawled across the mattress, Anakin stretched over him.

“Force,” Anakin rasped, against his mouth, so warm and close and - and everywhere, “you’re so beautiful like this. So perfect.” Obi-Wan felt him smile, the crook of his mouth as he slid a hand down, over Obi-Wan’s stomach, touching his cock which--he didn’t, always. Obi-Wan never knew when he would or wouldn’t. “So eager for me.”

Obi-Wan bit his lip, trying to muffle a moan, trying to hold still. Anakin would say, if he wanted Obi-Wan to move. “Look at you,” Anakin murmured, stroking him, steady and sure. Obi-Wan felt his breathing getting shallow, felt his stomach getting tight, wildly unsure why Anakin wanted to touch him like this, wanted to - to spend time trying to make Obi-Wan feel good, wanted--

“There you go,” Anakin said, quietly, breath rasping by Obi-Wan’s ear, twisting his wrist just so, relaxing his grip when Obi-Wan came with a groan. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, smearing his fingers through the mess on Obi-Wan’s stomach. Obi-Wan nodded, dizzy-headed, and Anakin smiled against his skin. “Good. And it’ll make things easier. Spread your legs for me.”

Obi-Wan blinked, tingling still from his orgasm, thoughts feeling slow and drifting. But he shifted a leg to the side, almost automatically. He’d gotten very used to doing what Anakin told him to do. That was what Padawans did. They obeyed their Masters and he was a good Padawan, he--

Jolted when Anakin shifted up, frowning at him, and said, “I said spread your legs, Obi-Wan.”

“I’m sorry,” he panted out, not entirely sure what was going on. He’d expected Anakin to shift up the bed, to put his knees on either side of Obi-Wan’s shoulders and slide his cock between Obi-Wan’s lips, or to rub against him, sometimes he liked to do that, too, it--

Anakin said, “Better,” and shifted so he could crouch between Obi-Wan’s legs, running his hands up Obi-Wan’s thighs from knee to hip. He squeezed a little, gaze hungry and roving, as he said, “I can’t even think, looking at you. You are so...perfect.”

He leaned forward, bracing a hand by Obi-Wan’s head and kissing him again, deep and hard. He was still kissing Obi-Wan, nipping at Obi-Wan’s bottom lip, when he slid his hand up Obi-Wan’s leg, past his spent cock, and--

Obi-Wan made a harsh sound, jerking at a sudden - sudden press into him and--

Anakin panted, “Sh, sh, relax,” curled up over him, weight keeping Obi-Wan against the mattress. He had--he’d put-- “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so tight. So hot. I knew you would be.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth and shut it again, soundless. He started to reach up, not sure what he planned to do with his hands, and lowered them back to the bed, instead, twisting his fingers into the sheets, feeling like his skin was too tight, all of a sudden, heat washing over his face and down his chest and back when Anakin slid his finger out. Obi-Wan thought maybe--

Anakin pushed his finger in again, and Obi-Wan heard the sound he made from a distance, body clenching around the intrusion even as Anakin shifted, trailing kisses down his throat, the pressure of his mouth and teeth a distracting counterpoint to the continued movement of his hand.

Obi-Wan tensed, hearing the crack in his own voice when he cried out, “Master,” when Anakin slid another finger into him, and the stretch felt - felt impossible, too much, and--

“It’s alright,” Anakin said, nipping at his collarbone. “You’re doing so well, Obi-Wan. I knew you would. You’re always just what I need.” And he twisted his fingers, knuckles catching and Obi-Wan cried out again, at a jolt of electric sensation--

Anakin made a thick, amused sound. He crooked his fingers, spreading them out while they were inside and said, “Fuck, I knew you’d love it. Look at you.” He slid his other hand over, fingers brushing over Obi-Wan’s cock - twitching a bit with whatever Anakin was doing and-- Obi-Wan blinked, rapidly, trying to clear his eyes, trying to breathe deep and steady.

And he supposed he did like it - it was making him hard, making his gut tight and his spine all liquid heat. He just wished he could do more than gulp at the air, trembling as Anakin rasped, “I think you can take another.”

Obi-Wan turned his face to the side, gasping, legs tensing where they’d curled up against Anakin’s sides and hips. He thought he might fly apart. It didn’t -- hurt, exactly, the stretching pressure, but it was so strange and it burned, a little, and Anakin kept - kept twisting his fingers, hitting something that made Obi-Wan’s spine arch, that--

“It’s alright,” Anakin said, “you can make noises for me, let me hear how you like it.”

The next twist of his fingers did drag a noise from Obi-Wan’s throat, ragged. And he - and if Anakin said, then he must, then--

Anakin slid fingers across his cock, and stroked him, kneeling there between his legs, the sensations caused by his hands building on one another, higher and higher. Obi-Wan tightened his fingers in the sheets, burning up under his skin, and Anakin did not relent, did not slow his pace at all, until Obi-Wan bowed up, cock jerking with the force of his orgasm.

Anakin slid his fingers free while Obi-Wan was still shaking, and Obi-Wan cried out, sharp. It felt far too loud in the quiet of their room. Anakin didn’t chide him, though, only smiled down at him, so lovely, almost glowing through the Force, his hair disheveled and--

Obi-Wan had to curl his legs up when Anakin settled against him, his heels bumping awkwardly against Anakin’s back. Anakin rocked against him, still hard - but, then, Obi-Wan hadn’t done anything, none of the things Anakin usually needed him to do.

Anakin curled down over him, grabbed his chin and turned his face back, kissing him hard while Obi-Wan tried to get his breath back, and--

Obi-Wan cried out against his mouth, Anakin swallowing the sound, when Anakin put his other hand on Obi-Wan’s hip, gripped hard and shifted forward. There was pressure, sudden, sliding against him where he was so tender and sensitive already, and then into him, thicker than Anakin’s fingers, hot and hard and--

“Fuck,” Anakin rasped, against his mouth, “yeah, Obi-Wan, just like that.”

Obi-Wan twisted, but there was no where to go and - and anyway, he could feel the pleasure rolling off of Anakin, flowing through their bond and rushing into his head. Anakin liked this, liked pushing further and further in, his emotions loud and bright and sharp.

Obi-Wan breathed shallow, his heart racing in his chest, hands off the blankets despite all his best efforts because he needed something more solid to hold onto, so he didn’t fly apart. Anakin didn’t chide him, when Obi-Wan gripped at his arm and one shoulder, holding on tightly, thoughtlessly, and then Anakin stopped, pressed flush against him.

His body was warm and solid, stretched out across Obi-Wan, but it was so hard to focus on that, so hard to focus on anything but the - the stretch of him, inside. “Force,” Anakin said, voice all thick with pleasure, “you’re perfect, Obi-Wan, just right. So hot and tight for me, aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded, jerkily, not sure he could manage words. He felt--split apart, like he was choking even with nothing in his throat, his ribs all tight around his lungs and his skin burning. It was--so much, all over, he couldn’t--

“You were meant for this,” Anakin murmured, thick, shifting and it was too much, Obi-Wan couldn’t-- “Meant to take me, the Force made sure we’d find each other. The universe knew how much I’d need you. Knew you were mine.”

Obi-Wan blinked, but it did nothing to clear his vision. He tightened his hold on Anakin, tilting his face up, gasping for air in his overheated lungs, stretched and filled and-- And this was what Anakin needed and -- and Anakin was the Chosen One, and Obi-Wan was his - his Padawan, his--

He got lost, listening to his own voice, the sounds he made as Anakin moved above him, around him, inside him. The burn faded, his body giving way, learning what Anakin needed, but it was still - each thrust lit up all his nerves, too bright. He felt over sensitive, aching as Anakin panted above, skin shined with exertion, expression written all over with pleasure.

Obi-Wan held onto that, onto knowing Anakin needed this, needed to push into him, folding him up a little further, rasping, “I need you so much, Obi-Wan. I need you - just like this, I--tell me, tell me you’re mine.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he could breathe enough to form words. He wasn’t sure it was right to say that he was Anakin’s. But - but Anakin had asked, before. He needed it, needed that connection, and Obi-Wan was the only one who could help, he - he reached out with the Force, desperately, looking for balance, and found it after a moment. Enough, anyway, to suck in a breath, to gasp out, “I’m yours, Master.”

Anakin made a ragged, thick sound and the next thrust of his hips drove Obi-Wan’s up the bed. He held on, noises punched from his chest, hoping that--

That Anakin would find what he needed. Quickly. And he must have, because his pleasure crested in the Force, spilling around them both, even as he sagged down, weight pressing Obi-Wan into the mattress, making his hips ache from the stretch.

“Kriffing hell,” Anakin said, a moment later, nuzzling against the side of Obi-Wan’s neck as Obi-Wan tried to relearn what the inside of his skin felt like, “the things you do to me.”

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #spicy sunday #not safe for wizards #obikin #DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT #dubcon #leaning towards noncon #age swap au #overstimulation #please read the warnings #please please please

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twosidesofthesameidiot · 3 years

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Word Count : (1735) Characters: Merlin; Gwen; Will; Lancelot Summary: A series of autumns in Merlin's life Warnings: angst A/N: Fill for a5 "campfires" for @merlinbingo AO3 link

“Come ooon,” a brown haired boy shuffled his feet as he stood outside his best friend’s home, resisting the temptation to go in and drag him out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I just need - hah!” a boy with black hair tumbled out of the hut with all of his usual grace and enthusiasm, which is to say, none and, in the first boy’s opinion, an unhealthy amount.

“What did you almost forget this time?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the shorter boy grinned, “I remembered it, and that’s what’s important.”

His friend rolled his eyes, “I swear you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to you,” he knocked his knuckles against his friend’s head.

“Oi, rude,” he stuck his tongue out in retaliation.

The brown haired boy just snickered.

The fallen leaves crunched underfoot as they made their way into the forest. The black haired boy kicked some at his companion who retaliated by throwing a hastily snatched handful back at him. Squirrels gathering last nuts into their hoards retreated to the safety of the trees as the boys rushed by stirring up the leaves. From above, the birds watched the forest floor spring to life in their wake. Leaves leaped and reached for the trees from where they had fallen, the mingling colours mimicking a fire like the one they sat near now.

The black haired boy’s eyes were wide, the light of their campfire making them appear a deep blue.

“... they’ll take your soul, the very warmth from your bones.” The brown haired boy paused, “ They say all that’s left is an icy corpse. Freaky, right?”

An icy wind cut through the otherwise still night and both boys start before moving closer to the fire.

“That’s creepy as heck, why’d anyone want t’go and do that for?”

“Dunno, don’t recon there’s anyone who would though, even if it could happen,” the taller boy shrugged.

“I thought campfires meant fun stories, not Samhain come early.”

“We ain’t little kids anymore, ‘sides you liked it,” he stuck his tongue out, recalling his friend’s childish tendency.

The boy just rolls his eyes before grinning and rummaging through his satchel, “Speaking of not being kids anymore - Happy birthday, Will!”

He holds out something carefully wrapped in a plain cloth.

“Merlin, I told you not to -”

“If you don’t accept it, ma’s gonna be upset,” Merlin cuts him off with a grin, “‘sides, you’re really gonna like it.”

“Insufferable, you are,” Will fakes a grimace before accepting the offering.

“Ooooh, big word there, maybe with age does come intelligence,” Merlin fakes wiping a tear away, “and here I had almost given up hope.”

Will ignores the comment, staring at the delicately shaped pendant in his hand. “Merlin, I,” his voice is thick, the words slow to come, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” his smile softens for a moment, “I told you you’d like it,”

“And the moment’s gone,” Will rolls his eyes even as he slips the cord over his head and tucks the pendant into his shirt, “just for that you get first watch.”

“No fair, i just gave you the best present ever, you should take first watch,” Merlin protests, completely forgetting the fact that they have never kept watch while camping.

“It’s my birthday though,” Will shrugs, biting back a laugh at the look on his best friend’s face.

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“In hindsight, maybe I should have kept watch, when we got up the next morning the squirrels had gotten into our food,” Merlin grins, recalling the walk back to the village with Will chasing after every squirrel he found.

Lancelot laughed, “So, what I’m hearing is that we definitely should keep watch.”

“Can you imagine what Gauis would say if we went back without what he needs,” Merlin shuddered, “And I’d have to tell him what happened, too. I need to maintain some dignity, please.”

Lancelot only laughs harder and both men shift closer to their campfire as a cold wind cuts through the night. The flames flickered causing the shadows of the half bared tree limbs to shift eerily and the fallen leaves rustle softly welcoming their freshly fallen comrades.

Noticing his friend’s nervous scanning of the area, Lancelot nudges him gently, “You worried the blue ghosts are gonna pop up?”

Despite the teasing tone, Merlin can sense his concern and he shakes his head, “It’s fine, ‘s a bit stupid, but that story always freaked me out.”

Lancelot frowned as he draped his blanket over Merlin's boney shoulders, "It's not stupid. It is kinda freaky, but I don’t think they’re anywhere near this mortal plane, and even if they did somehow appear” he smiled reassuringly as Merlin glanced at him, “I’d fight them off.”

Merlin looks at him for a moment before a smile replaces the frown, “Really living up to the chivalrous code, aren’t you,” he lets out a small laugh, “gonna keep being my knight in shining armor?”

Lancelot grins at him, “Yes, and as such, I’ll even take first watch.”

“It’s fine,” Merlin protests, extracting himself from the blanket, “I can take it.”

“Merlin.”

“Seriously, Lance, you don’t have to - you’ve been training non-stop and I know how Arthur can be -”

“Merlin, go sleep, I’m taking first watch,” Lancelot rolls his eyes, “I’m used to this, and you deserve a break.”

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“Merlin! The filling is for the pie not you,” Gwen laughs as she smacks his hand away from the bowl.

“I know that,” Merlin sniffs exaggeratedly, “ I am merely testing it, gotta make sure it’s safe for everyone to eat. And, you know,” he carefully snatches the bowl off the counter, “I really don’t think it is, I should prevent a disaster and eat it myself, spare everyone else.”

“How selfless of you, Merlin,” Gwen snickers, “But, I think everyone will be just fine, as long as you put that into the crust now.”

“Don’t say I didn’t try,” he sighs, complying with Gwen’s order.

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The sky was clear and the campfire crackled softly, sending up translucent streams of smoke that curled into the pale tree branches.

“This is amazing, Gwen”, Morgana’s soft voice tugged Merlin out of the brief reverie he had slipped into, “Next time, you should let me help you?”

Merlin could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, “I’m going to be making another one tomorrow, you’re more than welcome to come,” she giggled softly, “I’m sure today’s assistant could stand to learn some things from you.”

“I am a perfectly lovely assistant, thank you very much.”

“Of course you are, Merlin,” Gwen patted his arm consolingly, still giggling.

Merlin’s reply was cut off by the sudden sound of clattering armor.

Morgana stiffened, then sighed, “I guess that’s my cue to return before I’m missed.” She stood, smoothing out her dress, royal mask sliding back into place, “Thank you for a lovely evening, I’ll see you tomorrow, Gwen. Goodnight, Merlin.”

“Goodnight, Morgana.”

As she slipped into the crisp autumn night, Merlin stared into the familiar flames, absently running his fingers over a pendant rubbed bright by continuous wear, reflecting the amber glow..

Gwen watched him for a moment before gently placing her hand on his shoulder. Turning slightly, Merlin rested his head against her shoulder, taking her smaller hand in his own.

A little ways off, at the end of a faint path a woodmouse happens upon a feast. Two slices of pie and two cups of apple cider, laid out side by side under a willow tree.

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Lancelot feeds another log to the fire and the flames seem to burn a bit brighter for a moment. Their light makes the pendants hanging from Merlin’s neck glow, and the rings from Gwen’s glitter. The red of the fire makes the red of his cloak, draped over their shoulders, a deeper, warmer shade.

A wreath of Aster and Sedum lie under the willow tree with the woodmouse’s feast.

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It’s not a campfire, not really, but it is a fire and it’s autumn and Lancelot recalls uttering these same words under similar, yet vastly different circumstances.

“Merlin, go sleep, I’m taking first watch,” Lancelot cannot mask the worry in his voice, “I’m used to this, and you deserve a break.”

Over the blanket Merlin has wrapped himself in, Lancelot has draped his cloak, but Merlin is too on edge to find his usual comfort in the gesture.

There is one bed in the little house they entered, and it is occupied by the frozen remains of its former owner. But the fire is warm, casting its protective glow to the corners of the room.

They are jerked out of a light sleep by the shrieking of a dorocha, Merlin immediately bringing the fire back to full flame before they run out of the house.

The dragon is a shock to Lancelot, but he takes it in stride, or at least he hopes he does.

After the immediate danger has passed, they feel lightheaded and Merlin starts to laugh.

Sensing Lancelot’s confused look, he manages to blurt out, “Will really was right after all.”

Confusion gives way to laughter, “On both counts, too. Should have kept a better watch.”

If had Kilgarrah cared to listen, he would have heard the hysteria laced through the sound.

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For the first time in years, Merlin lights the campfire completely alone.

Gwen is safe in Ealdor and although he knows she probably has done it for herself, he still sets out her gifts under the willow tree.

The wind cuts through his thin clothes and Merlin shivers. He’d forgotten to bring a blanket and could not bear to touch Lancelot’s cloak. He cannot stop the tears that escape as he lays down the Sedum and Aster flowers he has gathered.

Tonight, the sound of happy harvesters cuts him more than the cold wind and he feels as lost as the yellow leaves it flings around.

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The fire is warm, and a blue eyed man adjusts the camping kettle hanging over it. There is a soft clinking sound as he moves and for a moment something shines brightly as it reflects the flames, before it is covered again by his red scarf.

There is a container on the ground next to him with a slice of pie in it. On top of the container rests a heap of aster and sedum, which he is slowly braiding into a wreath and around him red and yellow leaves fall.

#lance writes #bbc merlin #merlin #lancelot #gwen #will #bbc merlin fanfic #fanfiction #merlin bingo

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theweasleyslytherin · 3 years

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i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 12

part 1/masterlist

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

warnings: smut sort of? idk. definitely sexual content.

CHAPTER 12 - in the palm of your freezing hand

I don't like a gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

gold rush, Taylor Swift ________________________

Cassiah couldn't decide where to look. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of Harry and Dean splashing in the water, but she could barely register it over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

It wasn't like she was embarrassed to be jumping into the lake naked. The dare itself felt pretty benign to him – she'd known exactly what she was agreeing to when she started to play. What she had failed to consider was how being naked in Ron's proximity would make her feel.

She remembered the first time he'd seen her naked. The memory made tears prick in the corners of her eyes. He'd looked at her with such wonder, like she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

Their first time together was, unfortunately, neither of their first times, but it had been the first time for both of them that was actually meaningful – the first time with someone they cared about, and not a random drunk hookup.

He'd been hovering over her, visibly shaking with nerves as he stripped her clothes off of her in a flurry. His eyes had gone as big as saucers at the sight of her bare chest in front of him, his to touch. Cassiah had felt so beautiful in that moment, feeling Ron's hands running up and down her naked body appreciatively, his gaze heavy.

The sex had lasted all of forty-five seconds before Ron was above her, stammering awkwardly over his words and apologizing profusely. Cassiah couldn't have cared less, however, because he'd given her something nobody else ever had. She'd never had someone look at her that way during sex before – like she mattered; like she meant something. Sure, they'd looked at her body, but he'd looked at her. It was the first time she had never gotten before and she was so glad to have shared that moment with him. No amount of stamina or orgasms could compare to the feeling of warmth she felt in her chest (although Ron had made up for it by using his unbeatably skilled tongue).

Sure, they hadn't said I love you yet at that point, but she could feel the difference. There was something there. As much as she denied it, it was never going to be just a hookup between the two of them. It had always felt serious between the two of them; special, like the beginning of something magnificent and all-consuming and inevitable.

And now Cassiah was going to be naked in front of him again, but this time, he wouldn't be staring at her with wonder in his eyes. She wondered if he'd even look at her at all.

Fuck it, she thought to herself. If she didn't strip now, she'd be the last one standing and all the attention would be on her.

She peeled off her sweater and then her long-sleeve, instantly feeling the goose bumps spread over her body. The wind was strong down by the water than it was on the hill where the others were waiting, biting into her skin and creating goosebumps. She took off her boots and socks, and then shuffled out of her leggings, too.

"Are you leaving your underwea–" she started to say, turning to Ron to ask the question, but it died in her throat when she saw him. He was standing there, removing his sweater so that he was standing in just his boxers. His back muscles flexed as he struggled with the fabric.

Cassiah couldn't look away. She'd missed this: his freckled shoulders, his bulging arms, and the little layer of chub on his stomach that was always there despite the constant exercise he did for Quidditch. He was still the most mouth-watering man she'd ever seen in her life.

"What'd you say?" he called, not having heard her over the wind. He turned his head to face her as he did and their eyes met, standing there by the water in nothing but their underwear with no one around. It didn't go unnoticed the way his eyes raked over his body. That made her feel hot all over.

They stood there just staring at each other for what felt simultaneously like forever and no time at all.

"I-I asked if we were meant to leave our underwear on," Cassiah repeated, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his drunken gaze and folding her arms over her stomach.

"I reckon we take it off," Ron replied, clearing his throat awkwardly and scratching at his shoulder. The muscles in his arms flexed and Cassiah forced herself to look away.

"Okay, yeah," she nodded, "Of course. So, I guess I'll just..."

She undid the clasp of her bra and slipped it off and then bent down to step out of her underwear. She didn't dare to glance in his direction.

She stepped up to the edge where land met water and gulped. The dark water churned below her, promising an icy cold that would chill her to her bones.

"You have to just jump. If you dip your toe in or some shit, you're gonna make it so much harder," Ron's gruff voice sounded from a few feet away.

And she dove in, head first.

Freezing.

So cold that it almost felt hot.

And then she surfaced. The first thing she heard was Ron shrieking "Bloody hell!" in a high-pitched and decidedly emasculating voice. Cassiah couldn't help be agree. That was like ice. However, she couldn't resist, so she reached out and splashed him, cold water pouring over the back of his head.

Ron wheeled around, and Cassiah giggled at the way his red hair was plastered to his forehead, half-covering his eyes. "You did not just do that!" She might've believed that he was actually made if he wasn't grinning ear to ear.

He disappeared under the water in a flurry of feet and splashed. Cassiah knew what was coming, but she shivering in anticipation as she was not able to see where he was in the dark water.

She barely had time to register the feeling of his hand wrapped around her ankle before he was yanking her back under. She thrashed to get out of his grasp, and they both resurfaced, laughing wildly and exchanging more small splashes.

Cassiah was in the middle of reaching out to push Ron's head under the water when their eyes met, and the moment died as quickly as it had started. She was suddenly very aware of their nakedness and her proximity to Ron, and the others watching up on the hill.

Ron cleared his throat, wiping away the water that was dripping off his nose and mouth. "I, uh, I reckon we should probably get out before we get hypothermia or something."

Yeah, or something.

Cassiah laughed, relieved for the excuse, "Yeah, for sure."

She watched as Ron swam over to the edge of the lake. He effortlessly hoisted himself up and out of the water, giving Cassiah a glorious display of his back muscles with water dripping off of him as he did so. She forced herself to divert her eyes as the rest of him emerged from the water.

Cassiah followed Ron over to the edge and put her hands on the wet grass, preparing to hoist herself up.

Except she couldn't. It was way too high up. Why hadn't she thought of this before jumping in? She knew she was the upper body strength of a ninety-year-old. Cassiah was just starting to spiral into a state of humiliation and panic when a big, meaty, freckled hand appeared in front of her face. She followed the hand up to a pale, freckly arm, to broad shoulders, and finally to the owner's face. He was smiling softly down at her.

"I've got you," he said quietly, and he gripped onto her arm and started hoisting her up.

Cassiah blushed at her own helplessness, but also at the fact that more and more of her body was being revealed from the water. "I know this was just an opportunity for you to look at my tits," she joked, but her voice was barely above a whisper and entirely unconfident.

Ron's eyes grew wide and then dropped down to her chest before he quickly averted them anywhere else. "Oh, fuck off, Cassie," he chuckled, "Was I supposed to just leave you here?"

He easily pulled her out of the water and placed her back onto the land. Cassiah flopped ungracefully onto the grass, but thankfully, Ron wasn't watching. He'd quickly turned away from her the moment he'd put her down for some reason.

Cassiah quickly got to her feet and strode over to where her clothes were waiting for her, ready to cover herself up and finally be freed of this frigid cold. As she dressed, she heard the nearby sound of Ron hopping about, struggling to get his wet thighs into his jeans. She smiled to herself, fighting back a laugh.

That is, she was smiling until she went to put her sweater on over her long-sleeve and found that it was completely soaked and covered in mud. She picked up the sweater, face burning with anger, and turned to where Harry and Dean were getting their shoes on a couple of yards away.

"Which one of you gits dripped all over my sweater?" she questioned, knowing that her tone was harsh enough to scare the boys.

Harry hesitantly raised his hand, cowering under her stony gaze. "I'm really sorry, Cassiah. I-It was an accident, I swear," he promised.

Cassiah shook her head, deciding not to push the issue further. The combination of the remaining water on her skin and her wet braid dripping down her back had already soaked her shirt, and she couldn't help but let her teeth chatter. She looked down and her fingers were turning purple, just like they always did in the cold. She made quick work of tying her shoes, happy for the opportunity to duck her head so that the boys wouldn't see her tearing up over something so stupid. She knew it wasn't a big deal, but the walk back to the castle was so far and she was so freezing that her skin hurt.

"Here," she heard a quiet, raspy voice say from behind her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at the source of the sound and found Ron standing there still shirtless and dripping, his eyes so big and caring, and holding out his sweater – his only shirt he had with him.

Cassiah rose to her feet to loosely hold his hand. She couldn't tell if it was actually warm, or just warmer than hers, which she knew felt like ice from the way he'd recoiled slightly at her touch. "Ron, I can't take that. You'll freeze," she replied.

"Like how you're freezing now?" he asked gently, and Cassiah felt her heart break at the caring and sweetness of his voice. She loved Ron and his big, old heart so much. "Besides, I'm fine. You know me, I run hot. I'm practically sweating," he insisted, but Cassiah knew he was lying from the way he was shivering.

She also knew Ron well enough to know that he wasn't going to back down from this. The reason being friends with him was so hard and so painful was because sometimes he did this; he acted like he did when they were together when he would do anything to make sure she was comfortable.

"Thank you, Ron," she said earnestly, reaching out to take the soft, warm sweater from his hands, "You're too nice." She pulled the sweater on over her head and instantly, she felt warmer. It was big on her, the hem falling down over her thighs and the sleeves were so long on her arms that they were more like mittens.

The maroon fabric was bulky and warm and she rubbed the soft knit of the sleeve against her cheek and sighed. Molly Weasley, who had once been starting to feel like a second mum to Cassiah, always knitted the best sweaters. When she and Ron were together, Cassiah had loved to steal them, and this one was one of her favorites – maroon with a big gold R on the front. She'd always loved that one in particular because when she was wearing it, everyone knew she was Ron's. She ignored the harsh reality that she was no longer his and let herself sink into the warm, happy feeling of being wrapped up in this sweater...

Kind of like how she'd been ignoring her feelings for the past few days and just basking in the happiness of being in Ron's life again.

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From the moment Cassiah parted ways to head back to Slytherin, Fred and George had teased Ron the whole way to the common room for being so whipped by a girl he wasn't even dating and giving Cassiah his only shirt. The other boys didn't say a word, knowing that only Ron's own brothers could get away with making fun of him over Cassie. No one else got to do that and lived to tell the tale.

He was fed up with it by the time they got back to the Gryffindor dorms, feeling the anger he hated himself for so much boiling up in his chest once again. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. He just needed to spend some time alone.

"I'm honestly really chilled," he announced to the boys, "I'm just gonna lie down and warm up by myself if you don't mind." He was lying. Sure, he was a little cold, but he really just needed to decompress after the whole skinny-dipping-with-his-ex-girlfriend-in-front-of-all-his-best-mates situation.

"We all know you just wanna go jack it after seeing Cassie naked," Seamus joked, and Ron wheeled around. He wanted to pulverize the short, Irish boy for that cheap shot but then he'd be a hypocrite because Seamus wasn't entirely wrong. He'd been half-hard in his jeans the whole walk home just replaying the brief memory of Cassiah's naked body on the shore and on the water. However, that didn't make Seamus's joke any less of a low-blow.

Ron retreated back to the dorm without saying another word. It was just easier to ignore it all sometimes, he'd learned. If he didn't engage with the little things that irritated him, it was so much easier for her to control that hot, ugly anger that lived inside him. He was getting better at it. He felt so much more in control of his emotions these days.

Once inside his dorms, he quickly changed into some warm soft pajama pants and a new sweater, delighting in the warm, cozy feeling after being out in the cold shirtless for the last twenty minutes. At least he'd saved Cassiah, though. He knew how her fingers would turn purple and her skin would hive in the cold, just like his mom.

Ron buried himself under the covers, staring up at the ceiling.

He supposed it could've been worse. He was watching the guys, and he was pretty sure none of them had been looking at Cassiah down by the lake – probably because they knew he wouldn't hesitate to swing if he'd caught them. The only bad part had been when Harry and Dean had jumped in, leaving him and Cassiah standing on the shore to strip right in front of each other, alone.

Cassiah had tried to ask him a question, but he hadn't even been able to hear it the first time because his blood was roaring so loudly in his ears. And then he'd looked over at her and bloody hell if she hadn't looked like a goddess standing there on the grass – like an angel sent down just for him.

Or maybe not angel, considering the things he wanted to do to her at that moment were anything but holy.

They'd locked eyes and the combination of those big, innocent hazel orbs and her breasts spilling out of her bra and her cute little tummy and her long legs and her arse in a thong – he was instantly hard and throbbing, his boxers tented out in front of him. It was all Ron could do to fight the primal instinct to pin her to the grass and fuck her in front of everyone right then and there. He didn't care about anything, he just needed her.

But then he'd noticed a change in her demeanor. Suddenly she was shy and fumbling with her arms to cover her stomach. He felt his heart drop in his chest at that. He hated how she got self-conscious when he knew she was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd spent the last year telling her so, telling her that her body was just as beautiful as she was and that she should be proud of it. How could she not see what he saw?

Ron wished he could be worthy of her. She was so extraordinary, even though she didn't want the broadcast it to everyone like other people did. In school, she was brilliant: an excellent writer with a natural gift for academics. Physically, she was the most understatedly beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She didn't even have to try – he even thought she looked beautiful on days when she'd declared she looked "ugly."

And her personality? She was endlessly selfless, giving every fiber of her being to every friendship, whether she'd known the person for six years or six days. She treated all the things of the Earth – the people, the animals, the plants – like their feelings mattered to her personally, especially the ones that seemed different or broken. Sure, she had her moments of weakness, but in general, she had the kindest soul Ron had ever met.

And he had... Well, Ron had this rage, this selfishness deep inside him. For so long, he hid it because he wanted to keep Cassiah for himself. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. However, he couldn't hide his volatile emotions from her for long, especially with the turmoil of their final year at Hogwarts coming and his future being so unclear. It was all too much for him, and he found himself swinging back and forth from happy to sad to angry...

He had come to the decision that Cassiah deserved better than to be on that emotional rollercoaster, no matter how much she reassured him that she wanted to be on it. And he needed to stand by that decision now, no matter how much being around Cassie as a friend made him want to be with her like before.

He knew he would be happier being friends with Cassiah than not having her in his life at all, but he was realizing that friendship with her was a little bit more difficult than he imagined, especially on days like today. He'd happily take the hard days, though, if it meant getting to take care of her like he did earlier. He'd told her he'd always be there for anything she needed when he broke up with her, and it felt good to be a good guy again, living up to his promises instead of avoiding her in the hallways.

And he was working on himself. Maybe someday he would be worthy of a girl like Cassiah, but he knew that it wouldn't be her. She would find someone who was as good as she was, and he'd be there, as her friend, watching and knowing that he did the right thing.

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New chapter today! I hope you're all having an amazing day :) I'm in my finals week, so hopefully once I crank out these four giant research papers (fuck you, junior year), I can update a lot more!!

let me know what you think!! i love you guys so much, I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic! <3

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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First to Break

Part two of the New Year, New Me Series

Summary:

New Years was possible one of the best nights of your life, but the sudden loss of sense doesn’t mean that anything is going to change between you and Jeonghan. After all, you two had spent ages hating each other. Nothing was going to change that… Right?

An 8k+ requested sequel to New Year, New Me

Warnings include: degradation, jeonghan gets lil jealous :), choking, semi-public sex, car sex, y/n is definitely a bit of an exhibitionist, creampies, many things I’m probably forgetting smh- remember use a condom >.< Oh and I hope this was worth the wait!

After…. The events of the New Year- did you really start this year off getting fucked by Yoon Jeonghan of all things? God, you almost couldn’t believe it. And you sure as hell weren’t going to talk about it either.

You had walked downstairs after everything, and Joshua had asked you where you had been. Fighting the overwhelming urge to look at Jeonghan, you had provided the excuse that Jeonghan had told you to, and of course, Joshua had believed it without a second thought.

He rolled his eyes: “You and Jeonghan should really work out… Watever you guys have going on.”

Jesus, he had no idea.

It was so weird to think that Jeonghan had seen you naked… Someone that you had spent so much time resenting- someone that you frankly still didn’t particularly like had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

And you couldn’t even really get the image out of your head. You just remembered what Jeonghan had felt like with his fat cock buried deep inside of you, how you had moaned shamelessly at the simple feeling of his fingers gripping your hair, pulling at your roots. You shifted as you remembered his words to you, the way that your arousal had only grown stronger everytime he thrusted into you hard and called you a slut.

You could almost remember exactly how full you had felt with him inside of you, you could almost still feel the stretch of his girth, how much you had wanted to just scream his name and-

“Hey, are you okay?” You jolted a little when Joshua reached forward and touched your hand. Forcing a nervous smile to cross your lips as you did so to make it seem like less a violent reaction.

“Sorry?”

“You just… Zoned out while looking at Jeonghan… Did he do something to you that you haven’t told me about?” Joshua asked you softly. You rolled your eyes, batting Joshua’s hand away with a scoff.

You hoped that Jeonghan couldn’t hear you two… It didn’t matter, after all, whatever you said to Joshua he would believe your words. He would nod his head along with whatever you had to say, and take your excuse without a single grain of salt.

“If anything had happened Joshua, you would be the first to know. I’m still mad about New Year’s. I swear he poured that drink on me on purpose.”

But if Jeonghan could hear your words- if he knew that you had been looking at him then he would know what was really going through your mind.

“You two really are something,” Joshua said with a shake of his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. Before he could say more, he looked down at his food, and poked it with his fork. You took that chance to let your eyes trail back over to Jeonghan at the table over from you with some of your other friends.

You couldn’t really say you were surprised that Jeonghan was staring right back at you, but you wished you could say that he wasn’t. Your eyebrows raised at him, putting on a skeptical face even though you should know that you were the one that shouldn’t be acting like his gaze was unwarranted.

Fucking hell, he had definitely heard.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you honestly tried your best to pretend like what had happened between you and Jeonghan hadn’t happened at all. You opted to not go to the events you knew he would be at, complaining to no end if you had to hang out with him anyways.

At social events, Jeonghan also acted like nothing had happened- except for a few more added teases here and there that had your heart pounding in worry at being outed for what you two had done.

Other than that he just stole your food like he normally did, and turned to your friends and-

“So, y/n, started off the New Year on a low note,” your friend Yoojung stated softly. Your eyebrows raised and sighed. She had no clue.

“You’re not wrong,” you mumbled, your fingers fumbling with your straw. “I’m going to be alone forever.”

Joshua laughed and reached across the table to hold your hand sympathetically.

“Don’t worry dear, if you don’t find a boyfriend within the next few years you can live in Mina and I’s basement,” he assured. Mina slapped his shoulder at that and he jumped, which just made you laugh harder.

“I did not agree to that,” Mina exclaimed pointedly. Yoojung rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist and drew your attention to here.

“Don’t listen to him, I’ll set you up on a blind date… Or take you out to a bar or something, it must’ve been ages since you last got laid,” she stated bluntly. You groaned and let your head roll back, but before you could say anything in retaliation Jeonghan snorted out a laugh.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jeonghan, all different levels of confusion riddled across their faces. He coughed and gestured to his phone.

“Saw something funny.”

You could tell that literally nobody believed him, but they all nodded as if such a thing was plausible.

“Anyways,” you redirected with a roll of your own eyes. Mina’s eyes gleamed as she jumped back into the conversation.

“Actually! I have the perfect guy that you could meet. You can come over sometimes after we hang out if you would like. He’s one of my roommates,” she offered. Before you could respond, she was pulling out a phone showing you the picture of a man that you had yet to see.

The guy in question was attractive, and you were going to comment on just that, but before you could Mina started talking again.

“He’s is handsome and tall and strong, and really nice,” she said enthusiastically. Jeonghan scoffed and you glanced over to find that the boy didn’t look very happy. You weren’t really sure why. He grunted when he saw you looking at him, and a mischeavious grin spread over his face.

“I don’t know if the nice guy is quite y/n’s type,” he said pointedly. Joshua gave him a puzzled glance and Seungkwan turned to look at him, question in his eyes. You decided that you really didn’t want anyone to build on that comment so you ignored him looking back at Mina.

“He sounds like a dream,” you said with a laugh. “How come he isn’t already with anyone?”

“His last girlfriend cheated on him,” Mina explained. “It took him a while before he finally agreed to go out with girls again, but he’s finally ready, and I think you would be perfect. You’re so-”

“Let me guess,” Jeonghan interrupted. You all looked at him once again. “She’s just so sweet, and pretty and innocent?”

Mina snorted.

“Jeonghan stop being such an asshole,” Mina stated. “What do you care if she gets set up on a date?”

He shrugged.

“I just didn’t know that she was so desperate for a boyfriend that she would date any guy who comes her way.”

Jeonghan plucked the phone with the guys picture on it out of Mina’s hand and squinted at him.

“I mean look at this guy. He isn’t even that handsome.”

Seungkwan grunted as he took the phone from Jeonghan’s hands and slide it back over to Mina.

“He’s extremely handsome,” he insisted. Seungkwan met your eyes and smiled at you. “You should go out with him. If Mina approves then he’s got to be truly something.”

You hummed along with his words, doing your best to ignore the look on Jeonghan’s face. You weren’t sure what was bothering him so much about the situation, but you could tell he wasn’t happy. Normally you’d be pretty proud at having made him so angry that he was glaring holes into the table you two were sitting at… But today, not so much.

You leaned back in your seat, letting your mind wander in thought.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you stated softly. Your voice was softer than you really meant it to be. “Honestly, since the New Year started I haven’t been too worried about being alone. Maybe I’m rushing things.”

“Maybe you aren’t rushing them enough,” Jeonghan murmured. You jumped a little at his words, surprised to find that not only had he grown closer to you, but he was right behind you, and the only person who heard his words, was you.

His fingers buried themselves suddenly into your hair, making you jump in surprise at the sensation. You were suddenly reminded of what it had felt like when you two were together and…

You cleared your throat.

No, you couldn’t think like that right now.

“What are you-”

“Your hair is a mess,” Jeonghan replied disgruntedly. “I’m tired of looking at it. Does it hurt you to brush it every once in a while?”

You were speechless as he began to run his fingers through the length of his hair. At first you weren’t sure exactly what he was doing, but then you realized that he was beginning to braid your hair. You looked over at Joshua but he looked more amused by your antics then anything, as if this was a pretty common occurrence.

You supposed it might seem like that to him. Jeonghan was always complaining about your appearance. Insisting he take you shopping so that you could actually learn how to dress.

Sure he’d never actually taken the threatened actions, but you supposed it wasn’t so far fetched to imagine it would be something he would do.

Still, all you could do was grit your teeth as he worked.

“Don’t you think you’re pulling my hair a little bit hard?” You grumbled softly. It was quiet, too quiet really for anyone to hear but Jeonghan still heard your words.

“You weren’t complaining on-”

You sharply elbowed Jeonghan in the side, which just made him laugh.

“And here I thought you were the one who liked it rough,” he mumbled right back.

“So, what movie are we going to see today anyways?” Mina asked softly. Joshua hummed and looked to the side.

“Didn’t Mingyu say that he wanted to see Onward?”

Seungkwan perked up at that.

“Oh yeah! We have to see Onward,” Seungkwan agreed instantly.

You nodded you’re agreement to which Jeonghan grunted at.

“Keep your head still,” he mumbled in aggravation.

“Stop telling me what to do,” you grumbled back. “Nobody asked you to do my hair.”

“Well somebody-”

“Jeonghan instead of arguing with y/n, just agree or disagree to the movie okay?” Hansol interrupted with a playful expression on his face. Jeonghan sighed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled with a wave of his free hand. “I’ll watch whatever you guys want to watch.” “Then it’s settled,” Joshua said. “We’ll watch Onward. Only question is how everyone will be getting there.”

Around you the discussion of who would drive who began to develop around you. Considering how long all of you had been friends, you would think that there would be a set driver for a set group of people, but you guys were always shuffling around who road with who.

Jeonghan didn’t really like riding with people or driving people so he tended to drive alone, and everyone just worked around that. You were barely even listening to the words going on around you, more focused on Jeonghan’s fingers as he finished braiding your hair.

“We could put her with Cheol?”

“Nah, he’s already got a full car.”

“What about…”

“Go along with this and I swear I’ll make it worth your while sweetheart.”

You shivered when you realized that Jeonghan had still been that close to you. You wrapped your arms around your chest and did your best to pretend like he hadn’t spoken to you at all.

God, you had no clue what he was talking about, but you had a feeling that you didn’t want to know either way.

Jeonghan hummed.

“I’ll carpool with y/n,” he stated softly.

A surprised silence fell over the group as everyone turned to look at you and Jeonghan, surprise littered over their faces- yours included.

“What?” Joshua asked suddenly. Jeonghan looked over at Joshua with a calmness that honestly scared you.

“I’ll drive y/n,” Jeonghan repeated. “I mean, she does live close to me, and I have ample room in my car. I can take her there and the home after.”

Still everyone just stared at you too. There wasn’t much that you could say or even think.

“I guess… I mean if she is okay with it,” Joshua stated unsurely. You swallowed hard, choosing your next words carefully.

“Of course, I would prefer not to… But Jeonghan’s right, it is convenient,” you agreed tentatively. Joshua stared at you. Not suspicious but clearly thoughtful over the whole situation.

“Alright, then y/n and Jeonghan it is.”

You tried not to fret about the car ride as the dinner wore on, and you didn’t really have to until finally it was time to head over to Jeonghan’s car.

You waved goodbye to the rest of your friends, promising to meet them soon and without a word got into Jeonghan’s car.

You had never been in it before, and never had any interest in it, so you had never paid much attention to it before. It was a nice car, with dark seats and a clean interior. You liked it quite a bit. You ogt settled into his passenger seat and didn’t say a word as the car started rolling.

You guys sat there in silence for a while and Jeonghan didn’t speak a word until he was further into the city, far enough from cars that you barely saw a single person on the street. You had never seen anyone take this way to the movie theatre before, and you had a good feeling that he wasn’t taking a back way.

“I want you to touch yourself.” You were shocked by his sudden words, filling the silence in the car. You looked over at him, with wide eyes, but his eyes were glued to the road.

“I’m sorry?” You asked him, sure you had misheard him or maybe he had misspoken.

“Did I stutter? Touch yourself.”

You wanted to argue, tell him that he was being ridiculous to think that you were so horny just being around him that you would touch yourself in a car but… Well, he was right. You slowly reached down between your legs, glancing at Jeonghan out of the corner of your eye. He wasn’t watching you, so you unbuttoned the top button of your pants.

You slid it down your hips and down to the floor and then after glancing at Jeonghan again, began to rub yourself through the fabric.

“Spread your legs.”

You were shocked by the sudden sound of his voice, but you did as he said.

“Further.”

You scrunched your nose and shot him a glare as you moved your legs even wider, having to prop your feet up on the seat beneath you just so that you could manage the position.

“Is this okay sir?” You asked in aggravation. He snickered.

“You always get so defensive,” Jeonghan teased lightly. “But you’re right where I want you. Tell me… Are you wet for me?”

Your cheeks blazed red at his words, but you didn’t stop rubbing yourself through your panties anyways.

“Yeah,” you admitted in embarrassment. Jeonghan hummed and turned on his turning signal. You were just glad it was dark enough out that no one could really see what you were doing in the car even if anyone was around.

“Good, slide aside your underwear. Slip a finger into yourself.”

You were beyond embarrassed still, but you also wanted Jeonghan to fuck you. Knowing his hot and cold ass he wouldn’t if you didn’t listen, so you warily did as he wanted. Your finger was cold as you slid it inside yourself, a stark contrast to your burning pussy.

You let your head come to a rest on the headrest, and you began to pant a little because of how badly you wanted more inside of you. Still, you were a little afraid to do too much, knowing Jeonghan wanted to be calling the shots.

“Are you tight darling?”

You nodded slowly.

“Y-yeah,” you added. He slowed the car down a little for a stop light.

“It’s been too long since I fucked you hasn’t it?” He asked. “I’ve been wanting you every day since that night. Dreaming of being buried in that pussy again.”

The light turned green and he started the car again.

“Finger yourself for me,” he instructed, and you were quick to obey. A pleased sigh leaving your lips at the friction that your pussy had been so desperately aching for. You were embarrassed when you realized that you were so wet that your pussy was making noises as you did so and that realization made your cheeks burn red. You hid your face by looking out the window, halting your motions.

“Bad girl,” Jeonghan chided, barely missing a beat. “Are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be. You sound so pretty. So fuckable.”

You risked a glance back over at Jeonghan, but his eyes were still on the road.

“Push another finger in yourself.”

You did as he wanted, but as you did, you heard the wet sound once again. You stilled your fingers again, whining slightly.

“I’m going to pull over this car in three minutes,” Jeonghan mumbled. You were shocked by his words, and looked over at him, despite how embarrassed you were to have your fingers half in your body, so easy to gaze at in such a vulnerable state. “If your pussy can’t handle three of my fingers, pushed deep inside of you… Then I’ll turn the car back on and I’ll take us to our friends right from there.”

You didn’t have to wait for him to tell you what would happen if three of his fingers could fit.

You eagerly pushed your two fingers back inside of you, ignoring the fact that you could still hear the sound of your fingers sliding in and out of you. You rationalized that Jeonghan had seen you naked before… He had literally been inside of you before. You knew that despite your jitters, he had already been with you at your most vulnerable.

You were unashamed as small moans started to leave your lips and you were finally able to slip a third finger into your body.

There was a small stretch, and your chest was heaving up and down as you panted- not at actually fucking yourself on your fingers, but from the thought that soon enough you would finally have Jeonghan’s cock on inside of you again.

You pushed your fingers deep inside of you, scissoring the three in and out of you. You couldn’t help the whimpers that left your mouth at the stretch, the faint breaths that sounded reminiscent of Jeonghan’s name.

“Take it easy love,” Jeonghan murmured. You noticed him glancing at you for the first time since you had started touching yourself, and his reaction made you bite back an even louder moan. His eyes quickly shot back to the road and his fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, which of course was when you noticed the tent in his pants.

“You’re gonna take my cock well, I can tell,” he said, his voice gruff.

You glanced at the time, noting that it had only been a few minutes since you started but… You couldn’t wait anymore for Jeonghan to touch you. You had been aching for his cock since the moment he came in you during New Years.

You wanted him and you wanted him now.

“Please Jeonghan, I need you right now,” you mumbled. You risked a glance at the road, noting that it was barren. You weren’t sure what road Jeonghan was driving on, but it was somewhere dark, on some one lane road, with fields on either side. You reached over to him and began to unbuckle his pants despite his protests.

You felt him slowing the car down, but he didn’t stop it.

“Do you know how-”

Before he could finish you gave his rock-hard cock two strong strokes and sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth.

“Oh my god I missed your cock,” you admitted shamelessly. You sucked more of his cock into your mouth and moaned around his length. You heard a small gasp leave his mouth.

“Do you even know how dangerous this is?” Jeonghan practically growled. You suddenly felt a sharp pain on your ass, the sound of skin on skin ringing out along with it, and you cried out, practically gagging around Jeonghan’s fat cock when you did.

Had he just…?

“Sucking my cock while I’m driving? Do you know how distracted that makes me? I could crash the car… Is that what you want?”

You felt a little ashamed at having distracted Jeonghan like that, but before you could say anything Jeonghan slid his hand down the curve of your ass and pushed his fingers into your body. You moaned again.

“But honestly… I had been hoping you would,” he admitted. “You took the bait so well.”

You felt the car slowing down to a stop and once the cars gears were put into park Jeonghan’s fingers left your body and suddenly his fingers were buried into your hair. It took him a moment to get beneath your roots considering the tight braids that he had made earlier, but before long you could feel those braids coming undone under his grasp.

You were dragged off of Jeonghan’s cock, up to his eyeline. He didn’t say anything. He just waved his wet fingers in your face.

“Taste yourself.”

You leaned forward, and wrapped your lips around Jeonghan’s fingers, licking your salty fluids right off of his wet fingers. As a reward for that immediate action Jeonghan pulled his fingers from your mouth and replaced it with a soft kiss on your lips. You melted under his touch, only feeling your arousal amping at the touch.

“Get into the backseat,” he murmured.

You didn’t have to be told twice. You scrambled into the back seat, quickly peeling your shirt off of your body as you did so. You fumbled with the hook of your bra until you could slide it off of your shoulders. You were quick to spread your legs in the backseat, staring desperately at Jeonghan.

“Hurry up, please, fucking hurry up,” you insisted. “God, what are they going to say if it takes us an hour to make a twenty-minute trip down the road?”

Jeonghan laughed at your words, slowly stripping his own shirt from his body.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” He asked with a chuckle. “Joshua still thinking that you’re the innocent best friend he thinks you are?”

“Joshua-”

“Joshua should know what you really are.”

Jeonghan made his way into the back seat, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. You swallowed hard, unable to believe that you were going to do this again. You were really going to be fucked by Jeonghan a second time… And even worse you were practically salivating at the thought.

Jeonghan took the base of his cock in his hand and lined to up between your legs, his tip twitching against your entrance. He propped himself sloppily in the back of the car, his hand pressed behind your head.

“A dirty little whore.”

He sunk himself into you without warning and it ripped a moan from your mouth. You wrapped your legs around Jeonghan’s waist, drawing him closer to your body. In addition to that you wrapped your arms around his body, your fingers digging into Jeonghan’s arms.

“My dirty little whore.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, but even as you did so your pussy clamped around his cock.

“Stop talking,” you mumbled. “Just fuck me Jeonghan. Please, just fuck me.”

Jeonghan laughed, and you figured most days he wouldn’t really appreciate the way that you told him what to do. Maybe if you guys weren’t so desperate to have each other he would have punished you for that… The reminder of his spank earlier echoed through your brain.

This time however, Jeonghan just did what you both wanted so desperately.

He didn’t waste time being slow and sensual. Fucking in the backseat of a car after all wasn’t nearly as fun as people made it out to be. The backseat felt cramped, it got hot fast. You could feel yourself sweat as you whined for Jeonghan to fuck you harder.

For the first time in… Maybe ever you didn’t care how desperate you looked and sounded. You let your fingernails dig into Jeonghan’s back, bucking your hips to meet each one of Jeonghan’s thrusts, making him hit you even deeper.

“Did you miss me?” Jeonghan asked you. You whined, burying your face into Jeonghan’s chest.

“I see you every damn day, how could I miss you?”

Jeonghan laughed, his voice deep.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you did miss me. Missed my thick cock pulsing inside of you,” Jeonghan murmured. “God I could practically see it in your eyes. You wanted me to take you any time that we were together. Sometimes I wonder if you would even care if Joshua were there to watch.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled. But Jeonghan wasn’t really the type to listen to you. That you were reminded of every day. God it was one of the reasons that most days you couldn’t stand him.

“I can’t tell you how many times I want home and had to touch myself in the shower… Watched my cum running down the drain instead of painting your insides with it.”

You threw your head back at the admission.

“I… I touched myself too,” you whined out. “Couldn’t help it, I did miss you. Missed having you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan cursed. “You’re so damn… I wish I had known you were so slutty before. I really would have fucked you ages ago... Would you have liked that? Liked me fucking you every damn day since we first met. I can think of so many places I could have taken you. Oh, the wasted potential. I wonder where all you would let me…”

As Jeonghan spoke he punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust. One that made your toes curl and your breath hitch.

He felt so good, hitting that spot that drove you absolutely crazy with every single thrust. There wasn’t much on your mind, all you could think about was Jeonghan’s cock, and Jeonghan, and how he had acted before.

Earlier when you were being consulted about being single, Jeonghan’s behavior hadn’t made much sense. But knowing that he had been thinking so much about you… Wishing he could have you beneath him again had you suddenly realizing why he may have been so careless around your friends that day.

“Jeonghan,” you stammered out, barely able to squeak as he bounced you on his cock. He hummed, his fingers raising up to tweak at your tits, sending a whole other sudden wave of pleasure through your body. “Jeonghan, e-earlier, when we were talking about me going on a date-”

Before the words had even completely left your lips, Jeonghan had growled a bit, making you yelp as he started to speed up his thrusts.

“You want to have a conversation now?” He mumbled. “I think we’re in the middle of something…”

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” A small smirk crossing over your lips before it was utterly whipped of by Jeonghan pushing two fingers between your lips. You moaned around them, letting your eyes flutter shut.

“You really do talk too much,” he mumbled. “You don’t even think before you open that mouth do you? Why do I need to be jealous? No matter who that date is, there’s no way that he will ever match up to me.” His fingers dragged themselves out of your mouth so that he could hear the heavy moans that were leaving your lips.

“I mean listen to yourself,” he stated. “You sound like you haven’t felt pleasure a day in your life. Are you telling me that any other man could make you feel this good?”

Jeonghan’s hand trailed down your chin and settled itself on your throat. He raised an eyebrow when your breath hitched.

“God, you really are a whore, do you want me to choke you?”

You felt your orgasm approaching faster and faster. You whined, and went to thrust up again, but before you could manage it, Jeonghan pressed your torso down with his other hand. It just made his cock drive deeper inside of you.

“Say it, I want you begging for my fingers choking the air from your throat while I use your pretty little cunt the way it wants so badly,” he whispered. You whined.

“Jeonghan,” you insisted. “Please, I-I only want you, I’ve only been thinking about you, need you to use me, want you to choke me, please Jeonghan I-”

Before you could continue Jeonghan’s fingers tightened around your throat and you felt yourself cumming hard once again. You wanted so badly to be in control of Jeonghan’s cock as it drove in and out of you, but his hand held you firm in place, so all you could do was quiver beneath him.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. His thrusts started to slow down despite the fact that he hadn’t yet cum, and it sent a small panic through your body.

“Fuck Jeonghan wait,” you mumbled. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin and you pulled his chest down against yours. He seemed surprised by the action but his fingers loosened around your neck and he shifted to wrap his arms around your back. “You have to cum, please cum in me. I need your cum, I’ve missed it so much. I have to have it inside of me. Please Jeonghan you can’t not fill me with your cum you can’t.”

Your lips brushed against Jeonghan’s and the moment that you did, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and gnawed lightly on it.

“You want…” He trailed off as he pressed his lips fully onto yours, swallowing your desperate moans (And mixing in some of his own). “You want my cum that badly?”

“Yes, please-” You started to beg incoherently, your words slurring you were so desperate just for Jeonghan to make you feel full again. Before you could even finish speaking Jeonghan collapsed against you, his cock unloading itself into you. All you could do was whine and shake under him, just taking all that he had to give you. Once the last drop of his semen had filled you, Jeonghan placed his forehead against yours.

“Jesus Christ, the things you do to me.”

You could barely think straight, so instead of replying coherently you just mumbled a weak: “Language” and let your eyes flutter shut.

Suddenly, you didn’t care how long it took for Jeonghan and you to arrive to the others. You two could make up whatever excuse you wanted, no one would ever assume that you two had stopped briefly to fuck. Who cared?

But after a minute of you two catching your breaths, Jeonghan sucked in a breath and slowly slipped his cock from your body.

You whined when you lost the contact, feeling the cum in your body threaten to spill out, but before it could Jeonghan kissed his way down your torso. His kisses cooled down the burn of your skin, only making you feel that much more soothed before he arrived at his apparent destination…

He whistled as he gazed at your gaping entrance, his thumbs settling momentarily on your thighs to help him ease his viewing pleasure.

“Oh, I wish you could see this. How fucking wrecked your pussy looks,” he mumbled. “If I had the time… I’d fuck you again and again and again.”

He reached forward spreading your pussy lips further open with his fingers. He didn’t waste long before leaning forward and pushing his tongue into your hole. You whined again at how sensitive you felt. His very touch felt so good, but also hurt so much after having just been fucked so hard by Jeonghan.

Still you didn’t argue at all as he slowly began to fuck you with his tongue, slowly coaxing each drop of his cum out of your pussy.

“Don’t want you to have any… Problems while we are at the movie,” he cooed in-between each lick. You let your head roll back and started to pant a little again. That made Jeonghan smile against your pussy.

“What’s wrong baby? You started to get turned on again?” He asked. “I almost forgot how horny you truly are. You really want me, don’t you?”

“You’re practically fucking me on your tongue,” you whined. “What am I supposed to do, just not get turned on?”

Jeonghan laughed, and his voice vibrated against you only making it harder not to get more and more turned on. You didn’t ask for permission this time, you reached forward, tangling your fingers in his hair, sighing in relief at being able to touch him.

He didn’t tell you off for it, just smiled and continued to sloppily eat you out.

Despite how sensitive you were, it didn’t take long for you to feel a second orgasm approaching. Jeonghan seemed beyond excited for this. He slid a single finger into you with that to probe at your sweet spot and soon you were coming unraveled beneath him, bucking your hips into his mouth, his name a cry on your lips.

Once your breathing had gone back to a slow regular beat Jeonghan pulled back and sighed, giving your clit a fleeting kiss.

“Good girl,” he mumbled. “Cumming for me twice.”

He leaned back and reached around to grab his tshirt. You watched him in silence for a moment, still fighting to regain mobility to your limbs. Then you sat up and tried to look out the window. You couldn’t do so; it was so fogged up from both of your hot breaths.

You felt a blush crawl up your neck to your cheeks. You tried to hide it by reaching for your bra.

“You sure you want to go to the movie?” Jeonghan asked after a moment of silence between you two. You looked over at him, your head falling to the side as you resecured your shirt over your chest.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

He gestured between you two.

“We did just fuck,” he stated. “And…. It wasn’t really gentle. Hate for someone to point out that you were walking funny or something.”

Again you were taken aback by how caring Jeonghan was being about the whole situation. For someone who most of the time came off as not caring about you in any way, you genuinely couldn’t believe he was being so considerate about your image, and your feelings.

You would think he would just be happy he had gotten his dick wet, after all he had never had the best track record with girls. You had always assumed he was careless when he fucked those girls and didn’t call them back. Then again, he had, in essence called you back.

What did that even mean?

Jeonghan interrupted your thoughts by reaching forward and hitting you on the forehead. You grunted and shot him a glare.

“Well? Should I take you home and make up some story or what?”

You grabbed your underwear and slipped it back onto your body, sticking your tongue out at Jeonghan.

“Shut up, I’m going. I’m not going to be walking funny you’re not that big.”

Jeonghan snickered and left you in the back to slide your pants back on while he started the car back up.

It wasn’t long before you got back to your friends, and Joshua was the first to greet you guys. He smiled widely and waved you over.

“That took you guys forever. What took so long?” You rolled your eyes.

“Dumbass got lost,” you mumbled, gesturing towards Jeonghan who had his hands buried into his pocket.

“It would have been easier without her squawking in my hear the whole way there. Last time I drive you anywhere.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at Joshua with an exasperated expression. One that he ate like candy.

“God sometimes you two really do surprise me,” Joshua mumbled softly. “You know, for a second there I thought that you two could actually get along.”

You let your eyes drift over to Jeonghan and you both caught one anothers gaze. Your mind drifted back to the events of not long ago, to the stretch of Jeonghan’s cock as-

“As if we could ever,” Jeonghan stated with a laugh. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked over at Joshua.

“Enough talk let’s get to that movie.”

You were settling down into the theatre and you ended up next to Jeonghan.

You weren’t sure how, but neither of you complained about it at all. No one mentioned it so you guys just all sort of acted like everything was normal. Joshua was next to you, and with him was Mina and as the movie theatre’s lights turned down, you settled rather comfortably into your seat.

You had, of course, every intention to pay attention to the movie in front of you. After all, you didn’t pay twelve dollars a ticket just to not pay attention to what was going on.

Even so, you realized quickly that there wouldn’t be much paying attention going on, when Jeonghan suddenly reached over and set his hand on your knee.

You looked over at him in alarm.

You guys had just finished fucking, was he really not satisfied?

You couldn’t really deny the fact that you were already craving for more however. How could you when having Jeonghan deep inside of you was practically all you could think about when you were grabbing snacks?

But still, this was ridiculous. Were you two really just as horny as high school students?

“Is this okay?” Jeonghan whispered to you, hi warm breath tickling your ear. You looked at him, and then over at Joshua who was perfectly focused on the movie.

“Yeah just… Don’t let Joshua catch us,” you mumbled back quietly. The grin on Jeonghan’s face almost made you regret agreeing.

Despite the fact that his movements were slow and deliberate, you weren’t even listening to the words of the movie playing in the theatre. Your thoughts were only on Jeonghan as he slowly drug his finger tips over your legs.

He leaned in closer to you, his mouth brushing the skin of your neck. He chuckled at the way your breath hitched at that.

“I really don’t know how you managed to stay single for so long,” he mumbled softly. You crooned your head a little bit, distracted slightly by his words and what he could possibly mean. “After all, you’re such a good fuck. You take my cock like a pro-”

His fingers slid into your underwear, feeling how soaked they already were just from the little bit he had been touching you. He suppressed a quiet moan in the crook of your neck.

“You’re always so perfectly wet for me, and your little exhibitionist kink is a little bit of a turn on too,” he mumbled.

“I don’t have-” Jeonghan pushed a finger into you, making you bite back a surprised moan. You looked over, and Joshua wasn’t looking at you at all, and didn’t seem to suspect a thing. Even so, you took off your jacket and laid it in your lap to make the whole situation a little less… Obvious. “I don’t have an exhibitionist kink Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan chuckled at your words.

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel how turned on you are?” He whispered. He pressed a kiss to your body, seeming utterly fascinated by the marks he had left on your skin before. “And of all the places we end up doing… This none of them have been… Well, private.”

He lazily drew his finger in and out of you, pushing it as deep as it would go before curling it inside of your body. He was just teasing you really- you knew that. Turning you on so that you would be begging for him to fuck you before the movie was even over.

“That’s not my fault, I didn’t ask you to fuck me there,” you mumbled. Jeonghan snorted.

“Actually, if I remember right, you did exactly that,” he said. You pinched Jeonghan’s arm, and in response he pushed a second finger into you. “And your pussy is an excellent reminder of what you said then. Your pussy isn’t nearly as tight after I’ve given it what it wants now is it?”

You turned your head in to Jeonghan’s hair, trying night to moan as his thumb came out to clumsily mess with your clit.

“When did you become so vulgar?” You were able to bite out. Your voice had risen a little louder but you somehow managed to bring it back down. He hummed against you.

“When I’m around you darling I just can’t help myself. I want everyone to know how dirty and wet you are for me all the time,” he mumbled. You turned your head away from Jeonghan, and it was then that Joshua glanced over at you.

He pointed at the characters on screen, an amused expression on his face.

“Dude, this movie is just as good as everyone keeps saying it is,” he stated with a laugh. You smiled back at him, wishing that Jeonghan would stop fingering you while Joshua was talking, but all he did was move his head off of you as if he had never been there at all, and pushed a third finger into you.

“I can’t believe we are finally getting to see it,” you agreed in a hushed whisper, surprised by how well you were able to keep your face straight when Jeonghan was doing his damndest to make you squeak and moan, and cum for him.

And you were getting close. You could feel the pressure of an orgasm coiling in the pits of your stomach while you waited for Joshua to just look away already.

Jeonghan leaned in towards you again, but not too close as Joshua was whispering away again about something that was happening in the movie.

“What’s wrong dear, are you going to cum? While Joshua is watching nonetheless?” He asked you. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your thighs tighter together, hoping to god that you would be able to hold back. Your eyes wander down to the empty popcorn bucket in Joshua’s hands and your eyes lit up.

“There are free popcorn refills with that bucket, right?” You whispered. “Let me grab you more popcorn!”

You grabbed the bucket, shot Joshua one last smile and rushed off before either boy could say a word.

Finally, you got out into the hallway of the theatre, which was practically desolate of people. You pressed your back up against the hall wall and tried desperately to will yourself back down from the orgasm you had been so close to having.

You weren’t standing there long before Jeonghan came up beside you, his lips suddenly roughly possessing yours. You whined against him and he grabbed your wrist, making you drop Joshua’s bowl of popcorn.

“The bathroom. Right now. Next movie doesn’t get out for another twenty minutes. Yes or no?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Do you even have to ask?” You responded.

Jeonghan snickered against your lips as he dragged you across the hall into the nearest bathroom. He lifted you up by your thighs, setting you on the bathroom counter, pushing your underwear to the side as he fumbled to get his pants off. You propped your feet up on the counter.

“Fuck, this is so unsanitary,” you mumbled. He took your hips under his grasp and pushed his cock deep into your body. You gasped, your hand falling back on the sink faucet in surprise.

“Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” He teased lightly. You wrapped your legs around him and went to protest again before he slid his cock out of your body, until only his tip was buried between your folds. He moved one of his hands a little bit, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin just above your belly button.

“Fuck, okay, fine,” you blurted. “Just fuck me before Joshua gets suspicious.”

Jeonghan snickered at your words and this time, neither of you lasted long. Despite your uncomfortable position and the fact that you had already cum twice that day, it only took you six minutes to cum around Jeonghan’s cock, and your orgasm dragged Jeonghan into another one as well. One that he finished by burying himself deep into you.

This time instead of eating it out of you he thrust a few more times inside of you, pushing his cum around inside of you. You whined, letting your head fall back against the mirror.

“How many showers do I have to take to get this mess off of me?” You asked him. He laughed, and as he fought to catch his breath post his own orgasm he had his face buried in your neck once again. You were honestly starting to love the feeling of his warm breath on your collarbone.

“Maybe make it a shower with holy water,” he snickered. You shifted your grip on him trying to nudge him off of you. He whined at the action and tightened his grip on you. “Ten more minutes.”

You rolled your eyes.

“God, you’re so annoying,” you mumbled. “I have to get popcorn. Maybe if you wanted to cuddle you should try and fuck me somewhere other than a public bathroom.”

Jeonghan slid away from you, his cock slipping out of you. You tried not to whine too much at that, knowing it would just give Jeonghan the incentive to do more.

“You just like fucking in places we can get caught so badly that I feel obligated to please you so,” he teased right back. You rolld your eyes, deciding you needed to just ignore him again. You got down from the counter, trying to make yourself look presentable again.

“If I have to fix my hair one more time…” You mumbled. He sighed, and turned over to you, his fingers once again getting lost in your strands. You grunted your protests as he quickly pulled your hair back into the braids that he had done the first time (and you had managed to replicate the second time).

Of course, you had to admit… You liked it better when Jeonghan was the one braiding your hair, and this time, doing it while in front of a mirror gave you the opportunity to look at Jeonghan while he did it.

Was it weird that you kind of liked the way he was looking at you? His expression gentle, and his touch feather-light. You kind of wondered, for just a fleeting moment if it would really be that bad to like Jeonghan. After all, you were sure some bone in his body had to be nice.

He clearly had it in him to be caring too and if that was so, then maybe-

“Now, hurry up,” he murmured. “You go get the popcorn and get back to the theatre. Don’t take too long or Joshua might think something is up.”

He chuckled softly and patted your head. He looked at your reflection one more time, and then, seeming to find it satisfactory, he turned away.

He started to walk out of the room, only to stop at the door and look back at you.

“We’re going to do this a lot more,” he promised. “You’re too good to let slip between my fingers any longer.”

He left before the red blush he had created even had the chance to creep across your cheeks, but you had a good feeling that he knew it grew there anyways. And you also had a feeling that you despite your feelings in the past, you wouldn’t be turning Jeonghan away at all in the near future to come.

Part three

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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stick it

What even is this fic? Idk, but i was missing gymnastics, so this is what y’all get. Its super bad, super weird, and not a whole lotta jolex, but whatever.

Also, nobody cares, but the way I'm giving the scores is (most likely) different than what is averaged for Washington. I’ve never competed in Washington so i don’t know how hard their scoring is, but I did compete in one of the hardest regions in the US for gymnasts, so scoring was always a LOT more harsh than it was in other states and areas of states. Even though nobody is gonna pay attention to that I just thought I'd say something lol.

And fun fact- our girl is a (much) better gymnast than i ever was, so… tea 🍵🍵

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Jo watched her husband do their daughter’s hair from the doorway, some kind of a braided bun she didn’t know the name of. She smiled at the sight. It never failed to bring a smile to her face, even though it had become pretty common these past few years. She cradled the bottom of her six month baby bump in the palm of her left hand, her right holding her piping hot tea in a thermos. Once Alex was done putting in all of the excess pins, she watches as he puts a hand over their daughter’s eyes, pulling out the can of hairspray and spraying it into her hair.

The almost nine year old girl lets out a giggle, commenting on how the hairspray smelt funny. Alex pulls out an Amped Up brush, combing back any flyaway hairs that might have escaped the spray. She snaps out of her trance when she hears her phone alarm go off, alerting the other two in the room of her presence.

“Mommy!” her daughter exclaims, running over to her to give her a quick hug, much to the dismay of Alex. He was just thankful that he was already done with her hair. Even after three years of doing hair it still took a long ass time to do buns, especially when his daughter was the perfectionist she was.

“Hey Dyl,” Jo reaches down, returning her daughter’s hug, giving her a tight squeeze before she watches Dylan retreat back to her dad, sitting in front of the mirror once again.

Jo looks at Alex, who’s attention was focused on adding the shiny black scrunchie into the little girl’s hair. “I’m gonna get Aub up.” she whispers to him, watching him nod before she turns and makes her way down the hall, where their three year old daughter was sleeping. It was only five-thirty, so she knew what a hassle it would be. Aubryella was exactly like her parents in that way, a complete night owl. It was always a hassle to get the girl down at night, but even tougher to wake her up in the morning. She flicks on the small night on the girl’s bedside table, the lamp shade casting a soft pink glow around the all pink room.

Much like her name, Aubryella was the definition of a girly-girl. She was all about pink, barbies, fashion, makeup… anything that would be described as girly, the three year old liked. Alex always gave props to Jo for that, since while she was pregnant with their youngest daughter she claimed that the tiny life growing inside of her was going to be an ‘all that and a bag of chips little diva’, so she thought it was only appropriate to give her a name to suit that title. (Good thing her mommy instincts were correct. She knew that if she gave Dylan that name and not Aubryella she would hate it more than life itself.)

She shakes the girl lightly, hoping that it was enough to wake her up, which it ultimately wasn’t. She begins to run a hand through her hair, which ends up failing too. Jo lets out a sigh.

“Aub. Aubrey. Elle. Ella. Ree. Aubryella. Get up sweetie.” she shakes the girl harder, finally stopping when the tiny blonde lets out a loud groan of protest. Yep, definitely a Karev.

“No mommy,” the girl says, her word muffled since her face was buried in her soft pink pillow case, using one hand to sleepily push her moms face away. It was too close to her ear, and she just wanted to sleep.

Jo chuckles, rolling her eyes at her daughter's antics. “It’s state’s day.” she whispers, knowing that that would get Aub’s attention.

As expected, the little girl gets up immediately, rubbing her tired as, not looking as asleep as she probably should, the talk of the upcoming meet more than enough to get her blood rushing. Though Aubryella wasn't a gymnast herself (she had started dance class a year ago and had found her calling then), watching gymnastics was something she loved to do, especially when it was her own sister competing. Not to mention, it was the topic of nearly every dinner for the past month and a half.

The mom watches as the girl hassles out of the bed quickly, picking up her blanket and rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Jo stays behind, making the bed. Normally, Aub would need to do it herself, but since they were on a time limit, she decided it would be best if she did it instead. When the girl gets back in the room Jo picks out her clothes, a dusty rose sweater and black jeans, both wasting no time in putting them on. She runs a comb through her daughter’s long dirty blonde hair, a trait she inherited from her Aunt Amber and Grandma. Aub actually looked more like the two than her own parents to most people, with her dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes. But anyone who actually looked at the girl could see that she had Jo's nose and Alex’s chin. Not to mention, that crooked grin was all Alex Karev.

Jo picks up her daughter from her spot on the bed, grabbing a jacket that was hung on a hook before heading out of the door and down the hall, stopping when she went down the stairs and entered the living room. She sets the girl down by a chair in the kitchen, going to the cabinets and pulling out the doughnuts and cereal. “Which one?” she asks, holding up each dessert in a different hand.

The girl grins mischievously, making the mom let out a small chuckle before pulling a powdered sugar doughnut out of the box. She didn’t know why she expected anything else.

Aubryella accepts the doughnut gratefully, giving out an absent minded thank you before shoveling the treat in her mouth, getting the white sugar all over her face. Jo doesn’t need to wait long before she hears two sets of footsteps come down the stairs, Dylan dressed with her white and light blue leotard on, black warm ups on over it, Alex in a simple pair of jeans, back t-shirt, and the damn black jacket that he never got rid of, no matter how many protests he got from his wife.

“Ready?” Jo asks, all three of them nodding in response. “Okay, you got your bag, shoes, extra hair ties, water bottle, lucky bear, extra bobby pins, thera band, notebook, phone, mascara, lip gloss, hair brush, wallet, tiger paws, ankle brace, knee brace, and wrist brace?” she questions again, going over the list she had memorized from years of training.

Dylan rolls her eyes impatiently. She didn’t want to be late. She couldn’t be late. It was States for god’s sake! Everyone in the state of Washington (who qualified) would be there. The judges would be scoring harder, and some of the competition was going to be new. She was going to go up against girl’s she hadn’t before. Her goal was to win everything. Maybe it was extreme, but it was true. This season she had done well, really well actually. Her first season as a level seven had started off in the best way. She swept the first competition clean, getting first on vault, floor, and all around, second on bars, and third on beam. As the season went on she just got better, scores getting higher and snatching more golds with each meet. She knew she wasn’t going to be in the Olympics one day, but getting a college scholarship was looking more promising with every first place medal she had stacked around her neck.

“Yeah, now let’s gooooo,” Dylan drags out, grabbing her dad’s hand and pulling him to the door, not even waiting for her mom and sister to follow. The four Karev’s shuffle into the car and drive an hour and fifteen minutes to the convention center where the meet was being held. They pile out of the car and check in, Alex taking a few minutes to add an extra layer of hairspray to Dylan’s hair while Jo puts a light coat of mascara on the girl’s eyelashes and dabs the lip rosy gloss on her lips.

Before the eight year old can run off her coach, her parents kneel down in front of her, her eyes letting them know how scared she was behind her calm facade. “Hey,” Jo grabs a hold of her little girl’s shoulders, making her hazel eyes that were identical to her own stare deeply into hers. “You got this. Go out there and have fun, alright? You know your routines, you won’t mess up. Okay?” she reassures her. Jo pulls her daughter into a hug, “I love you baby.” she whispers into her ear, passing her off to Alex.

Instead of staying on the ground, he picks her up and puts her on his side, much like you would do a small child. Dylan had always been on the smaller side, since neither one of her parents were very tall, but gymnastics had definitely stunted her growth a fair amount. For most people it would be a curse, but as all gymnasts know, it was a blessing.

“We’re right here if you need us. Go kick some ass Dyl, and win that state title. You want that banner right?” he teases. Dylan did want a banner though. At her gym, whoever won a state, regionals, sectionals, or nationals title got a banner hung up from the ceiling. She had one from last year, when she won floor, vault, and the all around as a level six, and even more from the years before that in levels three, four, and five.

But a banner as a level seven? Now that would be a dream come true. Why break the streak now? And not to mention, her group would be the last level seven group to go for the weekend, so if she got a high enough all around score, it could be factored in for the team’s total, which could mean another banner (this one provided by the competition) and trophy, if their total score was in the top three. And believe me, she was determined to win that banner, not for her, but for her team.

Another thing she inherited from her parent’s, their competitiveness.

Dylan gives her parents and sister one last hug and ‘I love you’ before ducking under the chain and meeting her coach and teammates on the floor.

...

“Camera, camera, camera.” Alex mumbles, fishing through Jo’s bag until he pulls out the phone. Dylan was about to go up on bars, and he was designated photographer, since his wife couldn’t film for the life of her. The one time she tried, she ended up shooting the ceiling instead of Dylan’s floor routine. Their daughter was not very happy about that.

He presses the start button just as the girl salutes, flashing the judges a smile before she begins. She rolls her neck and then adjusts her grips, stepping onto the mounting block and taking a deep breath before swinging her arms and launching into a kip, drowning out all of the excess noise in the background.

“Legs, legs, legs.” Jo mumbles to herself. It was Dylan’s biggest deduction, having her legs separated.

Straight legs, pointed feet. Kip cast handstand, hit the 180 degree mark, hold it, clear hip, hit 180 again, hollow body, her feet don't hit the ground, cast up to a squat on, she catches sight of the high bar before jumping to it, keeping her legs together as she goes into another kip, casting up into handstand, holding it at 180 for a second without an arch before hollowing back and beginning her giants, hollow body, tap, feet up, over, and again, see the toes in front, release, layout flyaway. Stick.

Dylan beams as she salutes the judge again, going over to her coach and giving her a large hug, finally hearing the cheering coming from her family. A series of whoops and whistles come from her mom and dad, while her little sister claps her hands and gives her a wide smile.

She waits a minute and a half for her score to flash up on the screen, a 9.725. The cheering from her section gets louder, and her teammates engulf her in hugs. It was a hell of a way to start off the meet.

…

Alex pulls out the camera again when Dylan salutes the beam judge, trying to mask her nervousness behind a smile. Alex and Jo both knew how she felt about the beam. She hated it with every fiber of her being, no matter how good she was at it. She glances over at her family, who all give her encouraging smiles. It was just enough to give her the confidence she needed.

He watches as she places her hands on the beam, going from a support to a press handstand for her mount. She stands, doing a few different moves and poses before swinging her arms up by her ears.

“C’mon Dyl.” he whispers to himself. His daughter didn't mind cheering on any other events, but beam was a different story. She was always worried whenever she was on the apparatus, so whenever a sudden noise came through, she struggled. It was something she was working on, but it was going to take time.

She lifts up her left leg, beginning her connection, a back walkover to a back handspring step-out. The girl circles her arms behind her immediately to prevent any balance checks. Jo and Alex both let out audible sighs of relief, knowing that if there was one thing that could go wrong in the routine, it would be that. From the looks of it, Dylan seemed relieved too. Her movements were less tense, she completed her jumps with perfect form, a split jump to a sissone. Her leap hit 180, and her full turn was controlled. All that was left now was her dismount. All three Karev’s sat on the edge of their seats, the baby in Jo’s belly kicking non stop, letting her know that it was in on the action as well.

Dylan kicks her leg into the air, toes pointed, knees locked. Cartwheel step-in, back tuck. Stick. She lets out a breath, turning to the judges and saluting, flashing them a smile, giving her coaches a hug before darting to her family, who had moved closer for the event.

“You did so good.” Jo says, pulling her into a hug over the plastics chains that separated them, Alex doing the same after.

“What score do you think I got Bree?” Dylan asks her little sister, who lets out an adorable giggle before holding out her hands.

“Ten!” she says, making her family laugh. One could dream.

The score flashed up on the screen then, 9.775.

Well, this was going to be a damn good meet.

…

The camera was locked on Dylan as she made her way to her spot on the floor, striking her beginning pose before her music blared through the speakers. She dances around the floor, gliding with an ease neither of her parents had ever experienced themselves. It was a wonder really, how both of their daughter’s were good dancers while they couldn't move for shit.

Her first pass was her hardest, a roundoff back handspring back layout. The family holds their breath as the girl sets high, finishing the rotation with ease, dancing around more before her leap pass, a switch leap to a straddle jump. She dances more, making eye contact with the judges as she moves. Floor was where she had the most confidence, being able to express herself through her music and choreography, that’s why it was always her favorite.

“C’mon Dyl!”

“You got this Dylan,”

“Yay Tissy!”

The family cheered before her second pass, a front handspring front pike, which she had a small step on, but nothing that would make a large difference in her score. She did some floor work, showing off her flexibility in her back with a series of rolls, standing up and doing a full turn. She makes her way to the corner, Jo and Alex watching the scene intently, Alex having Aubryella perched on his knee. This last pass sealed the deal. She runs, hurdles into a front pike, and connects to a front tuck. Stick.

A smile breaks out on the little girl’s face. She moves her limbs in unison to her ending pose, hitting it just as the beat dropped. A series of cheers come from everyone around her. Her family, teammates, coaches. She doesn’t need to wait long for her score to flash up on the screen. A 9.675.

…

Dylan’s last event was vault, her personal best. She had already done her warmups, and now she was just waiting for the judge to hold up the green flag. She adjusts her tiger paws after she salutes, just as Alex starts the recording. She sprints down the runway, hurdling into a roundoff, and pushing back into a back handspring. Her vault was a yurchenko drill. She keeps her form, legs together, knees locked, toes pointed. She finishes, salutes, then goes again. The three in the stands cheer. It was the last event. Her all around score depended on these vaults.

When she does her finishing salute a second time, she knows that it was even better than the last. She looks over to her family and gives them a smile, wanting nothing more than to run over to them, but she knows she can’t, they were too far away.

Her score takes a while to come up on the screen, which could either be a bad or good thing. The Karev’s hold their breath in anticipation, Jo stroking her baby bump with one hand, while holding Alex’s with the other. Even Aubryella was on the edge of her seat, well, more like the edge of her dad’s lap. Her hair was no longer down, but in a braided bun similar to her sisters, since she insisted that she wanted to look just like her. Alex was thankful Jo had packed extra hair ties in not just Dylan’s bag, but also her purse.

A series of loud cheers come from this section as they see their daughter’s score. A 9.800, a personal best.

…

“And now, your vault state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.800 is… Dylan Karev!” The announcer cheers as the little brunette makes her way up to the first place podium, an abundance of applause coming from the crowd. A gold medal is placed around her neck by an assistant, who she thanks with a megawatt smile.

“These are your 2029 vault state champions, gymnasts salute.” the announcer says, causing all the girls to raise their arms to the position, all the families in the crowd taking photos of their daughters. Jo, Alex, and Aubryella cheer the loudest, more than proud of Dylan.

As awards went on, more categories were called.

“Your bar's state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.725 is... Dylan Karev!”

“Your beam state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.775 is… Dylan Karev!”

“On the floor, in second place with a score of 9.675 is… Dylan Karev!”

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Your 2029, eight to nine year old all around state champion, with a combined score of 38.975 is… Dylan Karev!” The audience erupted into applause, her parents, her teammates, coaches, and even her teammates parent’s cheering for her. She accepts her fifth medal with a wide smile, hopping down from the podium and back into the crowd. She had just won her ultimate goal, an all around title.

After a few of the older groups were called, it was time for the team awards.

“In first place, with a combined total of 115.575 is… Seattle Gymnastics Academy!” Another first place team award. The team accepts the banner and trophy and poses for photos alongside the second and third place team, proudly showing off their trophy by raising it above their heads.

When she gets down and the awards finish, she runs to her parents, crashing into Alex with a gigantic hug. When she finally lets go, she hugs her mom and sister.

“I’m so proud of you Dyl.” her mom says, touching her cheek affectionately. Gymnastics was her daughter's passion, something she lived and breathed for. Seeing that light in her eyes and that grin was something she would never get tired of.

Aubryella hugs her big sister’s legs, “good job Tissy.” The name came from when the tiny blonde was younger and couldn’t say ‘Sissy’, and had stuck to it ever since.

The family of four makes their way out of the convention center, the drive back to their house was peaceful, the limited hours of sleep they got the night before catching up to them. They all crash onto their respective beds, the girls in their rooms and Jo and Alex in their’s.

Alex runs a hand through his wife’s hair, his other tracing circles on her baby bump, feeling the little life inside of her kick like a crazy person.

They stay like that for a while, savoring the quiet. With two kids in the house, it was a major rarity these days. Jo hums, nuzzling into his embrace. “I love you.” she murmurs into his shirt, on the verge of sleep. He reaches down and places a small kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too.”

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lmaohuh · 3 years

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put your head on my shoulder

flarrie (flynn x carrie) au where everything is the same except it’s set in washington

request: none

word count: 2.9k+

tw: mention of character death, fluff with a little angst in the beginning (please let me know if i need to add more trigger warnings !)

a/n: i definitely got carried away but this was super fun

💜💜💜💜💜

Carrie's head slams down on the desk with a loud thud. She had been studying all day for her math test that’ll be in two days. She is in dire need of a distraction right about now. She finally picks her head up and looks around for an activity to keep her occupied for a bit to accompany her procrastination. Carrie catches sight of her window and does a double-take when she notices the small flakes falling from the sky. She walks to her window and quickly throws open her window and goes to lean on the windowsill before thinking twice and grabbing a small towel nearby to lean on to protect her clothes from the puddles that had pooled up.

Her first thought is ‘snow is the gayest weather’ which somehow makes so much sense in her head. After deciding not to dwell on that, she thinks about how different her life has become in the last couple of months. She’s friends with Julie and Flynn again after finally apologizing and having a very sad but very informative talk about what the hell had happened between the trio. It’s still a little awkward at some points but she hopes that in time they’ll be right back to where they were before ‘the idiotic incident’ as she likes to call it.

The boys, Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Willie now too, are very new to her and it took her a long time to comprehend. She saw them at school once after reconciling with Julie and Flynn, before she knew they were ghosts so she said hi and the looks on their faces were priceless. They had a very long and confusing talk as to why she could also now see them because the only people that could see them were her immediate family, Flynn, and her. They had yet to see if her father could see them but they decided that that was for the best because he just found out Julie was in a ghost band and being able to see them constantly is a whole different chapter that he nor Dr. Crystal are ready for.

After all this reminiscing she feels the urge to look under her bed. She walks away from the windowsill and looks hesitantly for the box she knew would be there since she hadn’t touched it in years. Carrie sits on her bed with a bounce holding a pale pink box with gold details that shimmer on the surroundings. She pulls open the magnetic lid to find many piles of crumpled notebook paper, photos, and so much jewelry.

On the front and backs of the crumpled papers are notes scrawled in pink, orange, and purple pen. - they all had their color, Carrie was pink, Julie was purple and Flynn was orange. - none of them wanted to get scolded for talking in class so they would pass notes very discreetly. It took some practice and coordination but due to all of their dance skills, they had finally perfected the pass with grace and elegance.

Friendship bracelets, necklaces, and even a couple of anklets filled the majority of the box. Carrie remembered sitting on Julie’s bed for hours with Flynn making so many of these in varieties of colors and different patterns. They would talk and giggle the night away making jewelry for each other and rarely for themselves. Carrie decides to slip her pink, orange, and purple bracelet on for good luck.

Pictures. There are so many pictures. With Ray being a photographer, everywhere they went there was a picture of them and they all looked so happy. Whether they were at a museum or a theme park they always found a way to make anything fun because they were together. Towards the end of the pile carries stops for a moment and her eyes widen. The picture she’s looking at is from a specific night she will never and can never forget. The picture is of Rose braiding Carrie’s hair into a long french braid and a couple of feet away is Julie painting Flynn’s nails on the coffee table. Carrie’s eyes got misty looking at this picture because this was the place she had declared her home.

When Carrie was a baby her mom had taken off never to be seen or heard from again. Until she met Flynn and Julie in the first grade it was just her and her dad. Then she met Rose. Rose had acted like such a motherly figure and taught her everything her father couldn’t. When she was about eight her father was touring the world and was never home much so she usually slept over at the Molinas since her father deemed it unnecessary to bring such a young child on a tour. She loved the Molinas’ house because it always felt warm and comfortable there. When Rose got sick, she and Julie stayed optimistic. Flynn was always over a lot anyways but once Rose started getting sicker she practically lived there too to help. After Rose passed was when everything happened. Carrie had never been close to or met her biological mother but it still felt like a loss and having to lose another maternal figure in her life was too much to handle. She became cold and distant and when Julie and Flynn confronted her about it, she snapped and they parted ways.

THUD

“oh- shit shit shit”

Carrie looks up and sees a pile of snow on her floor, and she recognizes that voice, and a stupid grin spreads across her face and she forgets about the wet lump of ice on her floor. She runs to the door and peeks her head out seeing a disheveled Flynn panicking below after realizing the snowball soared through the window and didn’t slap against the glass like it should’ve, had Carrie’s window not been previously opened.

A wicked grin spreads across Carrie’s face as she grabs her puffy coat and gloves, closes her window, and runs out to the back door. She opens the door quietly to not alert Flynn and grabs a huge handful of snow and throws it right at the back of Flynn’s head.

Flynn whips around at lightning speed and you can tell from the look in her eyes that it is so on.

Both girls rapidly lean down to make more snowballs but Flynn is faster and chucks it at Carrie while she’s still making hers.

Although both girls are now drenched and covered in snow, Flynn has declared herself the winner because she was faster than Carrie. Carrie states that she had a better aim and the two bicker like a married couple until they both end up giggling at how ridiculous they sound. Flynn falls back into the snow to make a snow angel and Carrie follows suit. Carrie gets up first and reaches her hand out to Flynn who takes it and hoists herself up with it. While admiring their snow angels, Carrie breaks the silence.

“Why’d you come here in the first place, did you wanna talk?”

Flynn tenses up at the question. Carrie knows better than to push her to talk, so she walks toward her and rubs her back. Carrie flushes red at the action. She always used to do this to comfort Flynn but this time it feels different. Carrie had finally come to terms with the fact that she had a gigantic crush on Flynn. She had given up, but the physical touch was not helping her get over said crush.

The snow starts falling hard and the wind starts blowing harder making both girls colder.

“Hey, uh, Flynn, why don’t you come inside? It's getting chilly out here and I can make us some hot cocoa inside?” Carrie asks cautiously as to not rush Flynn into being comfortable around her again.

“Sounds great, I’ll just text my mom that I’m hanging with you for a bit.”

Both girls’ grins are wide and filled with joy. They walk to the front door, arms brushing against one another. They get inside and take off their boots so they don’t lead tracks into the house. They hang up their coats to dry and Carrie glances over to Flynn's braids who have snowflakes littered throughout. Carrie runs to grab two small towels and hands one to her so they can dry off their hair and anything else that might be wet with melted snow.

Carrie walks to the kitchen and Flynn follows close behind. Carrie starts heading to the kitchen and Flynn sits at the island facing Carrie.

“So, where's Uncle T?”

“He’s super busy today with music and meetings and whatever. He hasn't been home since 10 am and he probably won't be home until pretty late tonight.” Carrie’s smile drops a little as she says this, Flynn sees this.

“So, home alone huh. What have you done today, where’s the mess?!”

“Um, I woke up and ate a bagel before my dad left, and then I studied for the math test on Monday.” Flynn's jaw dropped right when she said studying, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Let me just clarify that you are home alone and decided to use this as study time?” Carrie nods, “Are you crazy? You could do anything you wanted to and you studied!”

The Keurig beeps that it's ready but neither girl hears it as they're too focused on each other.

“I have my math final on Monday and I really need to study.”

“So you've been studying all day? It's like 7 pm or something.”

“I told you, my math final is on Monday and I'm stressed and I had to study.”

“That's in two days, there's always tomorrow.” She sings the last part as a little jingle and pairs it with puppy dog eyes. Carrie can't say no to that face, how could she?

“Why don't you stay all day,” a small smile spreads across her face, “I’m home alone and we can hang and watch a movie for the rest of the night.” Realizing what she just did, Carrie flushes red.

So much for not rushing.

There's a pause between the two where they just stare at each other. Carrie starts to feel the rage inside of her, she's mad at herself for thinking that fly-

“Yeah totally, that sounds really fun. I just have to call my mom real quick but I’ll be back.”

Carrie’s thoughts were interrupted by Flynn's acceptance. The brunette leaves her stool with a little hop and wanders into the next room to make the call. Carries rage settles.

At this moment she realizes she should probably pour the hot cocoa now that it's been ready for so long untouched. Flynn wanders back into the room while she pours Flynn's mug.

“Hey, you have stuff that’ll fit me, right?” The thought turns Carrie’s cheeks pink.

“Yeah, yeah I have stuff that'll fit you.”

“Good, because my mom doesn't want me to walk back to grab clothes since the storm has gotten worse and it's dark.”

Carrie nods and hums in understanding.

Flynn tries to take the mug of hot cocoa before it's finished.

“Wait, it's not done yet!” Carrie goes to the refrigerator and grabs the aerosol can of whipped cream and her jar of pirouline wafer sticks. She puts a stick into the mug so it sticks out and then sprays a huge dollop of the cream onto the cocoa. “There.”

“You remember my hot cocoa toppings?” She says with a chuckle

“How could I forget, if I did you probably would have thrown a fit and I can't handle crazy Flynn.” She teases, but you can tell there's love there.

“That is so MEANNNN!” She says with fake sadness and shock. Both girls are left in giggles.

Carrie pours her own mug and then grabs her jar of mini marshmallows. She grabs a handful and plops them into the warm pool of chocolate. She tops it off with whipped cream.

“Still on that mini marshmallow kick?”

“They are better than the other types of marshmallows.”

“Carrie, they are all the same marshmallows.”

“They taste different!” Both girls laugh at her ridiculous antics.

Carrie had been using only mini marshmallows for everything since she was a kid and refuses to admit that all marshmallows are the same no matter their size.

Carrie goes and walks around the island to go sit where Flynn is. They both drink in silence for a moment to embrace the warmth of the cocoa before Flynn sets her mug down and gets all tense again. Carrie opens her mouth to ask what's wrong but Flynn speaks first.

“Do you wanna know what I was gonna say earlier?” She whispers this as if what they're discussing is top secret. Carrie turns her head to the right and sees Flynn's hands wrapped around her mug as she stares into the mug.

“If you want to tell me, you know I’m here for you.” Carrie matches Flynn's volume. At this volume, she feels like she and Flynn are in a bubble, floating above all. Speaking too loud would burst their bubble and would send both of them flying down to the ground.

“I like you.” Carrie's head whips up faster than anything she's ever seen.

“What”

“I like you and have liked you for so long and it's very clear that the feelings aren't reciprocated so I shou-”

Carrie wasn't always an impulsive person but right now seemed like a perfect time for impulsive decision making. Carrie cut Flynn off by kissing her. It took a moment for Flynn to realize what was happening but she soon started kissing back. It wasn't anything intense like their constant bickering, it was soft and sweet. She had always seen in movies these intense and hot kisses and read about them in books but this, this was way better. They break apart and stare at each other for a moment realizing what they just did. Both girls wear the largest grins on their faces. Carrie breaks the silence.

“Hi.”

“Hi, sorry, did you get lost or…” Flynn teases. Carries mouth drop open with a smile and she runs to the couch to grab a pillow and wack her with it, “What was that for!”

“That was for being mean after I just kissed you.” She pouts. Both girls laugh. Yeah, this is where they're supposed to be.

“What are we, like what is this,” Flynn gestures back and forth between the two of them, ”now.”

“Well, this is kind of like a date, right?” Flynn cocks her head to the side then nods, “Then I guess we are like ‘dating and we’ll see’ type of thing?”

“Sounds perfect.” Both of their hearts are filled with warmth in each other's presence.

“Hey I have an idea, what do you say to popcorn and movie night?”

“Can we watch Tangled?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

Tangled had been their movie ever since they were little. Flynn was always obsessed with the fact that her name was the prince's name and Carrie loved the pretty purple dress that Rapunzel wore. Their favorite part of the movie they both agreed on, the frying pan. The thought of taking a frying pan and hitting someone with it was so funny to them and a little concerning to their parents who were scared that their daughters were going to start wielding frying pans.

“I’ll make the popcorn, you set up the movie.”

“Okay, go team go.” Flynn mocks.

“You are the worst.”

Flynn answers her by shooting her the biggest smile she has and Carrie just rolls her eyes. God, she's so lucky.

Carrie grabs a bag of popcorn from the pantry and throws it into the microwave. She presses the popcorn button because after numerous amounts of tests the popcorn button actually pops the popcorn the most successfully. As Carrie is watching the popcorn, Flynn is sitting on the couch going through Disney Plus to find Tangled.

“It should be on my continue watching section.”

“You watched it without me!” Flynn whips her head around in fake dramatic form.

“Of course not, I'm not a monster.” Flynn raises an eyebrow and Carrie simply ignores the teasing. “My little cousin and her friend were over and they wanted to watch Tangled so I put it on for them. I can already hear your question, no I did not watch with them, I cleaned the kitchen to make sure I didn't.”

“I'll let it slide this time.”

The popcorn beeps so Carrie pulls it out of the microwave. She puts it into one big bowl and walks over to the couch and sits right next to Flynn. Flynn already had gotten down more blankets and pillows to snuggle with because she knows you can never have too many. As Carrie settles in, Flynn plays the movie. Flynn grabs a handful of popcorn and lays her head on Carrie’s shoulder. After Carrie's initial bluescreen moment she rests her head onto hers.

By the middle of the movie, Flynn falls asleep first with Carrie not far behind.

At around 10 pm, Trevor gets home and comes in quietly not sure where Carrie is and if she's asleep or not. That's when he sees two heads leaning on each other completely still. The tv has shut off by now automatically so he knows they fell asleep. He walks to the front of the couch to see their two little faces squished up against each other. He quickly snaps a picture for Carrie knowing she loved pictures and would want another to add to her stack that she had hidden somewhere. He walks up the stairs as quietly as possible and goes to sleep knowing that his daughter is happy.

(i don’t like how i worded the ending but yall get the gist)

#flarrie #flynn x carrie #trevor wilson #carrie wilson #rose molina #julie molina #flynn nolastname #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #willie nolastname #jatp fanfic #jatp fic #netflixwewantjatp2 #jadah marie #savannah may

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 3 years

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eight: The Morning After (part one)

If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me? Seven in the morning, wanna listen to Britney; anything you want, baby, that’s okay with me, now. We don’t sleep, but we like sleeping in. - All Time Low, Sleeping In

Mabel had to pee, but she really, really didn’t wanna open her eyes. Or move in any way, shape, and/or form. She was warm, covered in a soft comforter, and her mattress was just the right amount of firm and squishy. She snuggled into her bed with a soft smile, and then her head hit something that was way warmer than her bed or pillows.

Strangely, it felt like there was bare skin against hers, and… she didn’t appear to be wearing any panties. Or a shirt. She usually wore a shirt and panties when she slept, didn’t she? Was she misremembering that? She didn’t typically misremember her own habits, but she had certainly been wrong before.

Forcing her eyes open, Mabel came face to face with Dipper, who was asleep. And upon seeing his face (which was both way more attractive and way closer to hers than it had any right to be), everything came rushing back.

“I’m in love with you-“

“I burn for you-“

“I’ll give you the fucking world-“

“I want your cock.”

“Anything you want.”

“-and put your baby inside me-“

“I want it harder-“

“Tell me you’re mine.”

Face inflamed, Mabel very slowly extracted herself from Dipper’s arms (he stirred, but continued sleeping), grabbed her purse, and tiptoed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The cold tiles stung her bare feet, but she peed and washed her hands anyway, wishing there was some kind of bath mat. Preferably a fuzzy one (a pink one, perhaps? Yes, a pink one would spice up the all-white bathroom nicely. And some lovely pink towels to match, too).

Glancing up at herself in the mirror as she dried her hands on a towel, she was startled by her appearance.

There were hickeys, well. Everywhere, really, but it seemed like Dipper has primarily focused his attentions on her breasts and neck. She didn’t mind the hickeys. She rather liked them, actually. What she didn’t like was how bad her hair and makeup had gotten in her sleep. She didn’t even remember falling asleep, really. She and Dipper had been cuddling, and at some point he pulled out and threw the condom away, but he came right back to cuddle her again and then she was waking up.

Her hair was a frizzy mess, so she undid the braid and ran her fingers throughit to work out some of the knots. She’d been pretty the night before. She wanted to be pretty when he woke up, too.

Or, at least, as pretty as she could be without makeup.

It was really just her eye makeup that was bad rather than the whole thing. She had raccoon eyes. That happened whenever she slept with eye makeup on.

Taking out several makeup remover wipes, she scrubbed at her face with them until nothing came off on the damp, white cloths anymore. She didn’t look as nice without makeup, but, well, Dipper was her soulmate, right? Her soulmate would find her attractive no matter what.

Mabel hoped he would, anyway.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a few more seconds. What would their parents say if they saw her? Obviously they wouldn’t see all the hickeys, but they’d definitely be able to see a fair amount of them unless she invested in turtle necks. They’d been keeping this huge thing a secret from Mabel and her twin for as long as she could remember. How would they react if they knew that the metaphorical cat was out of the metaphorical bag? Why had they kept it from them to begin with? Did they think that Mabel and Dipper were gross, disgusting, maybe even sinful?

Not that they were particularly religious people (in fact, Mabel has never even heard them mention their personal views on religion, let alone if they believed in a specific one), but even so, maybe they were so disgusted by having children who were soulmates that they would rather see them suffer apart than be happy together? Was that it?

Mabel wasn’t sure, and she didn’t know what to think. She loved her parents. She’d always thought she’d had a great relationship with them. Had she been wrong? She must have been, if they’d been lying to her and keeping her from her soulmate for seventeen years. Did they even love her or Dipper at all, even a little?

Feeling agonized and conflicted, Mabel pushed her parents from her mind, grabbed a wash cloth off the towel rack, and opened the clear door of the walk-in shower. There were two knobs, each helpfully labeled, so she turned them to her desired setting and stepped back to let the water heat up.

She looked down at the soulmark on her wrist.

Her soulmark.

Dipper’s soulmark.

Their soulmark.

Mabel still didn’t really understand how this could’ve happened. Had she really had it all her life? And if she’d had it all her life, then so had he.

She ran her thumb over the lines; they were raised just a little, like the lines on a tattoo. Soulmarks couldn’t be imitated with tattoos, though. They had a… a shine to them, an iridescence. They didn’t sparkle, exactly, but if Mabel turned her wrist, light would reflect off of it in the strangest way.

She’d always hated her soulmark. As soon as she was old enough to understand what it was and what it meant for her, she hated it. Not so much that she’d cut it from her body the way some people did, of course, but she certainly wasn’t a fan.

But being with Dipper made it seem kinda beautiful, in a way. She wondered how he’d felt about his, knowing they were soulmates for so long but thinking she wouldn’t want him. Had he hated it, too? Did he still?

There was steam forming on the shower door, so Mabel stepped inside, leaning her head back to get her hair wet.

The more she thought about it -him knowing that they were soulmates but thinking she wouldn’t want him, that is-, the more she thought that that was a really fucking stupid idea. Like. Where had he even come up with that? Had he never seen soulmates touch each other for the first time? Everyone had seen soulmates touch each other for the first time at least once! Everyone had also seen soulmates be super lovey-dovey, ‘cause that’s just kinda how soulmates tended to be. It was a universally accepted fact.

She rubbed the motel’s boring, scentless conditioner into her hair and left it to sit as she washed her body with their boring, scentless bar of soap.

It was, like, a biological imperative, or something like that. He was the science nerd. Didn’t he know all that stuff? Mabel felt like Dipper should know all that stuff. He’d been talking like he knew a lot about such things before. He’d mentioned, like, studies and stuff, she thought, but she’d been pretty out of it at the time so she could have definitely been wrong.

Once her body and washcloth were clean and the conditioner was rinsed out, Mabel lathered shampoo into her hair and rinsed it out, too. She ended up using most of both bottles. Whoops. There was a little left in each, at least. Oh, well.

She was rinsing the last of the conditioner from her hair when she heard the bathroom door creak open.

“Eek!” Squeaked Mabel as she turned around abruptly, reflexively covering her body with her hands and the washcloth, both being their own unique brand of useless in that regard and therefore not covering anything of note at all. She was slightly less alarmed when she saw it was just Dipper, who was also naked, and that was…

Mabel did not claim any level of expertise on male anatomy, but she was pretty sure that that was a boner. It certainly appeared to be a boner. As in, it was most definitely Dipper’s dick (side note, she still was unsure how he’d managed to get it in her and why it had felt so good because it looked like it would hurt her more than anything else), and it was sticking out, which… they don’t typically do that when they’re just kinda, like, chilling, right?

He smiled at her, and she forgot all about his boner. His smile was just heavenly. Even more so whenever he deigned to direct it at her (bless her with it, more like).

“Can I…?” He gestured in the direction of the shower.

“Oh! Y-yeah, of course! I’m done anyway,” she hung the washcloth up and was gonna get out, but he opened the shower door.

Mabel glanced down briefly. She couldn’t help it. He was naked, and she’d spent so much time admiring the way his body looked and moved that it was fascinating in a whole bunch of different ways. And also sexy, so there was that.

Oooooookay , she thought to herself. That’s a dick. That’s a dick pointing right at you. It’s just… it’s right just there, man. Stay calm, stay cool, dicks don’t bite.

“Wha-wha-what’s up?” She stuttered out. So much for “cool”.

He grinned again, and Mabel thought she might burst into flames, and she vaguely noticed the water droplets spilling out onto the tile, and-

“I meant if it’s okay if I shower with you.”

“Oh!” She blinked rapidly, startled. “Oh. Okay… then,” stepping backwards a bit to let him in as he closed the door behind him. It was strange, but despite knowing the fact that he’d seen (and touched, kissed, and even sucked, and also literally been inside of) her body, she still kinda felt the urge to cover herself up. She squashed it down, though.

He leaned over (and subsequently closer to her, but his eyes were shut when he did so) to wet his hair, and reached for the shampoo. “Sorry, I used most of both bottles,” she said quietly.

“Eh, that’s fine, I don’t really need a whole lot,” he told her as he squirted the remainder of the shampoo into his hand.

“Y’know, it’s actually better for your hair to use conditioner first and then leave it in while you do everything else, because tha-“ she was babbling. She knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t really help it. He was naked. She was naked. They’d both been post-coitus levels of naked and all up against each other for, like, hours! After a lifetime of not touching, too! Surely a bit of nervousness was warranted, right?

“Mabes,” he cut her off, affection in his eyes as he quickly and methodically rinsed his hair out (how had he already finished washing it? Dafaq?). “I don’t really… I mean, I don’t think most guys use conditioner.”

“O-oh,” she seemed to have difficulty forming coherent thoughts, and therefore coherent sentences, as well.

When the last of the shampoo bubbles had been rinsed from his hair, he looked down at her again and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

“I- I am not nervous!” she informed him indignantly, lurching away slightly, but only slightly, honest. If she said it to him like she believed it, maybe that would make it true. (Note: No. No it would not.)

“Yes, you are,” he said matter-of-factly, lathering up the washcloth with the bar of boring-as-all-hell soap and washing his body in the same quick, methodical way as his hair. “It’s okay. I kinda like it.”

“Well, even if I am nervous,” she crossed her arms over her chest (which was still bare, and he could see it, how bizarre), “it’s perfectly reasonable. How are you not nervous?!”

“Oh, I am. I’m actually pretty terrified right now,” he rinsed out the washcloth and grinned at her again. “I’m just better at hiding it than you are.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You are not!”

“I definitely am. Case in point: you,” he gestured to Mabel, “me,” he to himself. “Case closed.”

“Hey,” she said, sticking a finger in his face as he turned himself this way and that beneath the water to let the suds run down his skin and- no, no, focus! “Hey,” she repeated. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been pretending you don’t make me feel embarrassed or nervous or scared out of my mind for years, and I was so good at it that you were under the impression I wasn’t interested in you at all despite being so in love with you I thought I’d explode, so I’d say I did a pretty damn good job, thank you very much!”

“Hm, that’s a good point,” he said thoughtfully, reaching down to brush her wet hair from her face. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“You wouldn’t have needed to wonder if you’d just told me the truth,” her voice was quiet, and it was difficult even for her to hear it over the sound of water hitting tile. “I was waiting for you to find your soulmate, y’know. I’d just kinda accepted that I’d have to watch you fall in love with somebody else, and I’d be stuck keeping my feelings for you a secret.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her, his voice just as soft, stroking her cheek. “I was scared, and I was so sure you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me -not like that, at least-, whether we were soulmarked or not.”

She shook her head, her wet hair moving about her face in thick strands. “I’d have fallen in love with you no matter what, Dipper.” Then, after a moment: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to,” he told her quietly. “I really wanted to. But I also didn’t. I was scared you wouldn’t want me the way I want you. Wouldn’t love me the way I love you.” He was silent for a moment, staring at her with a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite name. “Wouldn’t you have been scared, if you had found out first?”

She looked away from him then. “I- yeah. Yeah, I probably would’ve been,” she said with a nod. “I mean, you still scare me.”

He jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “I- I- what? Why do I scare you?”

“Because I love you,” she told him simply, as if she’d been pointing out the snow on the ground or the clouds in the sky. “More than that, I’m in love with you.”

“You’re scared of being in love with me?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m used to being in love with you. It’s not new. But this is much… it’s bigger than I thought it was, y’know? Like, yeah, I’ve been in love with you for years, I know how to handle that. But I never expected anything to actually come from it.” She took a breath before speaking again, staring at the floor, the way the spray from the shower ricocheted off their feet. “It never occurred to me that my soulmate might be you, that that’s why I couldn’t control my feelings for you better. I just…” she sighed. “I thought I was a freak. I thought there was something wrong with me. I’ve thought that for so long and now I’m finding out it’s totally normal, what I’ve been feeling all this time, and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her gently, sincerely. “I never wanted to make you feel like that. I hate that I did. I wish I’d… I dunno. I wish I’d done something differently.”

She sighed again. “Honestly? I don’t know if I’d have done anything differently than you did, if it had been me. I might’ve done the exact same thing.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Still wish I hadn’t done it the way I did.”

“So do I,” she said quietly. “We could’ve been together like this a lot longer.” Startled at herself, she backtracked. “N-not necessarily like this,” she gestured vaguely around them, her eyes wide. “Just, y’know. Like. In general. Together in general.”

He smiled, laughter in his eyes at her fumbling, and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She brought her hands up to hesitantly rest them on his sides, which were bare because he was still fucking naked holy shit that’s right-

Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, he backed her up against the cold tile of the shower wall, becoming increasingly desperate in how he kissed her.

“I- I’ve wanted you since I woke up,” he told her, moving down to suck at her neck and gripping her breast roughly.

“I want you, too,” Mabel gasped out. He reached down between her legs and stroked her slit a few times before pushing a finger inside her. She gasped again, clutching at his arm, her fingers digging into his skin, and leaned her head back against the tiled wall. He added another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of her, and her fingers tightened on his arm when he started to rub her clit with his thumb.

He hadn’t stopped sucking at her neck, and he moved his fingers faster and faster, causing her to whimper and struggle to stay standing. How did he know exactly what to do to her to make her squirm? How was he more in tune with her body than she herself was? Mabel didn’t know, didn’t understand how he could touch her so perfectly that she was ridiculously close to orgasming already, but he was doing it.

Her legs began to shake, and he moved back up to kiss her. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and he was twisting her nipple and moving his fingers even faster, and she was so close, so fucking close-

“Dip-per,” she gasped against his lips, and he nodded.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Cum for me, Mabes.”

She cried out as she did, and when he pulled his fingers out of her, she winced at how sensitive she still was. She could feel her heartbeat throughout her body. It had been a particularly good orgasm, after all.

She was slumped against him, and she heard the shower raining down on his back. He ran a hand up her side, kissing her forehead lightly.

“I love you,” he told her softly.

“I love you, too, Dip.”

He pulled away slightly, smiling contentedly and stroking her cheek.

After perhaps two minutes or so, Mabel remembered Dipper’s very much still present erection. Ah. Right, she thought. Well, first time for everything and all that.

Lowering herself to her knees (the tile might’ve felt colder if she hadn’t pretty much been out of the water for… however long he’d been in there with her, which, unbeknownst to either party, was really only about ten minutes), Mabel discovered that, as it turns out, dicks, like most objects, appear larger the closer one is to them.

This made perfect sense, of course, but despite knowing this, Mabel was still quite alarmed at the evidence leading to this particular observation. Like, she knew it had already gone inside her (which… how, exactly?), but it was still somewhat alarming to see it up close.

The aphrodisiac effect of touching for the first time had worn off the night before, so while Mabel was aroused, it wasn’t so overwhelming that she entirely forgot about the logistics of how in the actual fuck is that supposed to fit in a person’s mouth, et cetera. Still, though, despite being rather intimidating, it was… it was… it was his, Dipper’s, and she very much wanted to touch him.

“You… okay?” Dipper asked from above her, when she’d been staring at his junk for a solid minute and a half.

“Yup!” She said too quickly, the squeakiness in her voice echoing off the tile far too much for her liking.

“You don’t… I mean, you don’t have to, y’know…”

“I know!” She said, also too quickly, before backtracking. “It’s just, well. I’ve never actually, like, seen one up close, so I don’t really… know what to do with it…”

“W-well,” he coughed uncomfortably. “You could… touch it. If- if you wanted?” He voiced it like a question, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer or not.

“Okay.” Yeah, touching’s fine. She could do touching. She could totally do touching. Easy-peasy.

How did guys…? Reaching out hesitantly, Mabel gently wrapped her palm around his shaft, his wet pubic hair brushing against her hand. It was much harder than she was expecting, but also weirdly squishy. How could something be hard and squishy at the same time?

“You can- you can squeeze it a bit harder,” he said breathily. Harder? Wouldn’t she hurt him? Well, he’d tell her if she hurt him, so maybe she should just…

Squeezing his shaft elicited a gasp from him, so she kept the pressure up and moved her hand up and down it a few times.

“Is this okay?”

He nodded wordlessly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, so she kept going, moving her hand faster. Something pearled at the tip, and Mabel had the strangest desire to taste it, so she licked it. Dipper let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, so she licked the tip again, this time swirling her tongue around the head before taking it in her mouth.

One of his hands threaded through her hair gently, and when she looked up at him, he rested his head on an arm against the tiled wall, his other hand clenched into a fist.

Mabel attempted to take as much of him into her mouth as she could, but it really wasn’t very much. She did, however, manage to gauge what she could take and what she couldn’t, so when she began to slowly move her mouth along his length, she didn’t have much difficulty stopping where she needed to.

Dipper was making these kind of breathy gasps, like he was struggling to inhale, so she moved her mouth faster, as fast as she was able.

“F-fuck, Mabel,” he moaned her name quietly, but it reverberated against the tiles. She kept moving her mouth over him, but took him a bit too fast, it seemed, because her teeth grazed him and he yelled. “T-teeth,” he squeaked out.

“Ooumsowy,” she said around him, the words coming out poorly. Whoops. Oh well.

Pulling her lips to cover her teeth to avoid anything further dick-scraping situations, she sucked in her cheeks experimentally, just to see how he would react, reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts in her hand, pinching her nipple and moaning around him. His grip on her hair tightened a bit, just enough for her to feel a slight tug on her scalp, and he jerked his hips forward involuntarily.

He hit the back of her throat, and she choked, tearing up, and she looked up at him again.

“Shit, sorry,” he said breathily. Mabel didn’t mind, though. She liked that he hadn’t been able to control himself. Thinking about him losing control, losing himself because of her, what she was doing to him, she moaned around him again, pulling at her nipple and taking him as deep as she could, as fast as she could. His breathing was getting faster, and he really seemed to be getting off on her moaning, so she moaned again, and again, bobbing her head back and forth.

The sounds he was making were so insanely sexy Mabel thought she was gonna lose her mind, and she wished she could take him deeper without gagging because quite simply, she wanted every inch of him in her mouth and was thoroughly dissatisfied that she couldn’t manage it. Still, though, he seemed to be enjoying himself. She was gazing up at him, her lips stretched around his cock as she moaned and fondled her breast, and he was looking down at her with this look in his half-lidded eyes she couldn’t put a name to.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time even though they’d known each other all their lives, like she was everything, everything to him, the way he was everything to her. She wasn’t going very fast, as she was still quite inexperienced, but he was moaning and gasping and whimpering and breathing her name and fisting her hair and looking at her like she was some kind of goddess and then-

And then he yanked himself away from her, and there was a string of saliva between the head and her mouth that was broken as he leaned back against the shower wall, gasping. The water hit her face and she sputtered, scrambling backwards.

“Shit, sorry,” he muttered, clearly out of breath.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” She asked, somewhat concerned.

“What? No! No, not at all,” he reassured her, offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, and he pulled her up against him. “That was… I mean, that was awesome, it really, really was. It’s just I wanna do, uh. Y’know. Other stuff, too.”

Okay, so maybe she had just been sucking his dick, but she still felt like his face was way too close to hers, so it took several seconds for what he said to process in Mabel’s mind. “You mean, you wanna, like…?”

“Only if you want to,” his smile was a small, adorably embarrassed one, and it made her heart flutter and the bees act up.

When she nodded silently at him, he leaned down to kiss her softly, reaching around to turn off the water. He pushed the shower door open and stepped out, pulling her out after him. She tripped a little and giggled at her own clumsiness.

They were gonna have sex for the second time (the second!), and Mabel was feeling downright giddy just from thinking about it.

“What’re you giggling about, giggles?” he was smiling affectionately at her as he handed her a towel before proceeding to dry himself off.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

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wolverrinawrites · 4 years

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Hi! 😊 Could I request a kuroken oneshot with the prompt "i hate everybody - “if i could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me”" from Kenma’s perspective? Also I will go and donate to your ko-fi.

First of all. This took WAY longer than I intended, so I want to say a massive thank you for being so patient with me. Good grief. Also, you gave me six dollars! Which means you now own my entire heart, like I cannot thank you enough, seriously. Anyway, I adore Kuroken, so this was super wild to write and I ended up at nearly 3000 words asdfhllkjksdf I hope you enjoy! Warnings: None Words: 2755 Characters: Kenma, Kuroo Notes: Kuroken, Kenma’s POV

Read it on AO3 by clicking here! Prompt: I hate everybody - “If I could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me” Kenma narrowed his eyes at the mirror in front of him, shuffling awkwardly from one foot to the other as he tugged at some of his hair that had come loose from the hair tie. The quiet of the room unsettled him slightly. He blew air up into his fringe, causing even more to come free and hang in his face. With a sigh he pulled the hair tie free and let his hair cascade down, falling a little past his shoulders. It really had gotten long, he didn’t hate that. Being able to have the long strands in the front to narrow his field of view, it made him feel… safer? A little more relaxed at least, despite what anyone else said about him being easier to surprise or sneak up on because of it. He slipped the hair tie onto his wrist and grabbed the brush off the dresser beside him. The large mirror hanging on their bedroom wall sometimes left Kenma feeling uncomfortable the longer he used it. As he brushed out his hair he found himself tugging at the blonde tips with mild frustration. He’d never bothered re-dyeing it, seemed too much effort. He wasn’t going blonde again, that had been enough of an attention attractor the first time. Dyeing it all back to black would be a waste of energy. He felt the brush snag for the second time and huffed, he should be doing more, trying harder with his appearance. He winced as he yanked the brush free, grumbling to himself until he felt a hand slide into his hair from behind. “Ssshh don’t do that, you know it’ll only make it worse” came a low, comforting rumble from somewhere up and behind his head, another hand deftly pulling the brush out of his grip and continuing where he’d stopped, albeit with much more care. Kenma briefly locked eyes with a smiling Kuroo in the mirror and did his best to not show how quickly he relaxed under Kuroo’s gentle ministrations. A quiet chuckle told him he wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

“Shut up” he grumbled, earning him a snicker in response. A quiet beeping from near the roof told him his boyfriend had turned on the air conditioner as he entered their room. With Kuroo now paying attention to his hair, Kenma took the time to study the two of them in the mirror. Though Kenma would rather be caught dead then admit it aloud (unless he was particularly sleepy or tipsy), his boyfriend was handsome. His height, his build, his jawline, even his ridiculous hair all lended themselves toward the kind of guy other people on the college campus would throw themselves at. Kenma grimaced slightly as he took in his own reflection in comparison. The dark circles under his eyes, the baggy hoodie, his hunched shoulders, his hair that he didn’t put enough care into. It felt like the picture of the pair of them painted by the reflective glass’s value was being brought down by him even being there. This is why he didn’t like the mirror.

“Do you want your hair tied back up or loose?” Kuroo asked quietly by his ear, reaching down to tug at the tie still on his wrist. Kenma shrugged and looked away.

“Just out of the way, it’ll look stupid anyway” he muttered. Kuroo snapped the tie against his wrist once before removing it.

“Hush, your hair suits you” Kuroo said sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to Kenma’s hair as he started fiddling with it. Kenma huffed again and looked away.

“So I’m stupid?” he’d meant it to sound like a tease, but the words sounded a bit too hurt to pull it off well. He flickered his eyes for a millisecond to see Kuroo’s expression before looking away again. It wasn’t enough time to figure out the multiple emotions that seemed to have surfaced in unison. After a slightly stale beat of silence, Kuroo settled on whining as he gently jabbed him in the ribs with two fingers.

“Kenmaaaa! You know what I meant! Jeez, way to make me sound like a bad boyfriend. Ugh” he paused in what was becoming a braid of some kind, though Kenma couldn’t really tell, to press a kiss against the side of his neck. Kenma flinched away as it turned into blowing a raspberry, now taking his turn to jab Kuroo in the ribs. Kuroo huffed some kind of wheeze-laugh and went back to braiding, the only sounds becoming the tall man humming to himself and the air conditioner thrumming quietly.

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A few minutes later, Kenma had pulled his phone out, playing a random idle game he’d recently downloaded when he felt a gentle tug on his hair. He looked up to see Kuroo grinning over his head in the mirror. He knew that smile, it was the ‘I’m very proud of myself and I’m not going to shut up about it until you tell me I did a good job because I have the emotional fortitude of a puppy’ look. At least, that’s what Kenma called it in the privacy of his mind, or when talking to Yaku. He stopped teasing Kuroo and focused on his reflection properly, he was now sporting a french braid that was actually, huh, he looked… Pretty. He shook that thought away and turned around, escaping his own surprised expression. Kuroo’s grin was now in his direct line of sight, troublesome.

“Eh? Eh? What do you think? I did pretty good huh? You should let me braid your hair all the time!” As he continued to poke and prod Kenma, who was now moving towards their bed, all he could do was mutter under his breath a response.

“Yeah, it looks great. Good job.” He knew that it was sometimes easier to give the praise straight away instead of dealing with the poking. Kuroo’s smile became so bright Kenma absentmindedly wondered where his sunglasses might be, as long arms wrapped around his middle. He found his feet leaving the ground to be swung around in a circle a few times before they were both flopped on the bed with very little elegance. The grip on his phone remained tight, practiced. After peppering Kenma’s face with a few kisses, Kuroo settled in with his left shoulder against Kenma’s back, facing the ceiling with unfocused eyes. ‘Vibing’ as he always described it to Kenma, was something he had been doing more and more of recently. Kenma remained on his side, turned away, focusing on his game, the music playing from his tinny phone speaker joining the thrum of the air conditioner as they laid on the bed.

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Fifteen or so minutes had passed, Kenma could tell Kuroo wasn’t asleep, his breathing wasn’t even or slow enough. He frowned slightly at his game, surely he was bored? He wasn’t even on his phone, he was just laying there against him. Now that he thought about it, a lot of the time they spent together was like this. Kenma would be doing something and Kuroo just, existed in the space with him. He felt the uncomfortable sensation of guilt start to worm it’s way through his stomach. Should he be focusing on Kuroo more? Being more actively engaged in their relationship? God, what if Kuroo thought he didn’t care about him?! Other couples always did stuff together, he’d seen it in the relationships his friends had, in movies, strangers on the street. Yet, here Kenma was, more like a houseplant that needed occasional watering instead of an actual partner that was there for him. Kuroo could definitely do better, there were so many people that he could spend time with who would actually put effort into their relationship. What if Kuroo left him? He didn’t want to think about it.

He’d been staring blankly at his screen, eyes unfocused for a few minutes when he heard a sleepy rumble from behind him.

“You’ve been on that menu music for a while there babe are you go- Kenma?” He’d cut himself off as his hand had touched Kenma’s side, feeling just how tense he was. “You okay Kitten?” Kenma became aware of the amount of tension he had been holding in his body and let out a shaky exhale. It didn’t help. Kuroo was now peering over at him, taking in his upset face with a worried furrow to his brow. Kenma made eye contact with that concern and felt like he’d been shot. Why was he so caring? He cared so much for him, always taking care of him and for what? He’d be totally justified giving up, moving on, seeing someone else. Kenma could feel his heart rate skyrocketing at the thought. Would he even be able to tell? If Kuroo stopped loving him, would he notice? As his mind began to spiral, Kuroo gently pried the phone out of his hand, putting it to the side and tried to pull Kenma towards him. The movement jolted Kenma, who nearly took out Kuroo’s chin as he sat up abruptly.

"If- If you stopped loving me would you tell me?" Kenma said with a rush, shoulders tense. Silence followed. Kenma could only take the quiet grating against his nerves for so long before he peaked up through his hair, to see Kuroo, eyes and mouth open wide, expression slowly shifting from shocked to distraught. Kenma grimaced and tried to look away again as Kuroo seemingly searched for a response, but was snapped back into place as the taller man moved. Two strong hands gripped his shoulders and forced him to face Kuroo directly.

“Kenma I- Babe what the fuck are you talking about? Where is this coming from?” Kuroo didn’t seem to notice himself shaking his boyfriend’s shoulders as he spoke, eyes wide, his tone uncharacteristically serious. Kenma started to stutter out some sort of response, but quickly gave up, burying his face in his palms, breathing shallowly. Kuroo startled at the motion, stopping the shaking, leaving them sitting together on the bed, the air conditioner thrumming. Kenma scrubbed his face as he picked his words, wary of the waves of worry his boyfriend was exuding like an aura. He sat back up slowly, avoiding Kuroo’s intense gaze.

“What I mean is… If you weren’t happy with me because of something I’m doing... or not doing, you’d tell me right?” He resolutely looked away, wringing his hands as Kuroo made several half-attempts at a sentence. A puff of air being blown against his eyes forced him to blink and look back, finding the face of a man trying his best to be calm and understanding, but very much screaming on the inside. Kuroo’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke.

“Kitten, can you explain what you mean a bit more? I don't… I don’t understand why you’d ask me that” he said, body tense, fingers fidgeting with the hood of Kenma’s jumper. Kenma felt sick for a moment, maybe they could just forget the whole conversation and he could leave. Escape the room that was somehow stifling, despite that quiet thrum. Kuroo’s grip on his hood seemed to tighten for a second, as if anticipating his plan. He wasn’t getting out of this.

“I just… Sometimes I feel like I’m not paying enough attention to you… Like… I’m supposed to be more… Present when we’re together” each word was like pulling teeth as Kenma’s hands moved up to grip around Kuroo’s wrists, seeking support lest he shatter into a thousand panicked pieces. “It’s like… in a game… I’m making you carry the party through every level, I’m deadweight on our team...I’m not affectionate with you like I should be… and I don’t like PDA. I hate going out to places” a hot prickling sensation behind his eyes didn’t bode well, but he pushed on. He’d been holding all these thoughts inside for so long, that now, with the lid off, they were overwhelming him in their attempts to escape. “I’m just such a shit boyfriend. You deserve so much better than me Kuro. I don’t want you to be stuck dating me if there’s someone out there who could care about you better than I can” Kenma sniffled slightly, trying to will tears to stay behind his eyes where they belonged. He felt stupid.

“Kenma” came a strangled response, his eyes snapped up to see Kuroo on the verge of tears, a vice like grip now on his boyfriend’s hoodie, shaking slightly under Kenma’s fingers. Kenma’s own swollen eyes were forgotten as he stared at his boyfriend’s distress in mild confusion. Why was he so upset? Kenma wasn’t worth the heartache etched into that expression. Kuroo tried to find his words without bursting into tears. “Kenma, I love you” he croaked out, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he’d die if Kenma didn’t know it that very second. Kenma’s eyes blew wide as he froze.

“You- you do?” It came out as a harsh exhale, like he’d been punched in the sternum. The doubt in his quavering voice seemed to spur Kuroo into action. He released his tense grip to gently cradle Kenma’s face in his hands, Kenma’s own slack fingers still encircling his wrists.

“I love you so fucking much. I don’t care what people are supposed to do in relationships. I don’t care if other people would be more attentive. I don’t care if other people like PDA. I don’t care about any of that! I care about you! I care about you so fucking much Kitten, I feel like it’s going to set me on fire sometimes. I’m not carrying the team okay, we’re different classes that’s all. You’re my Player 1 Kenma, I fucking adore you” there were definitely tears streaming down Kuroo’s face at this point. “I love you! Not anybody else. I knew what you were like before we started dating. I’ve known you for years Kenma, and I’ve loved you for that long too” he gently brushed his thumbs across Kenma’s own tear-stained cheeks before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Kenma gave a quiet hiccuping-sob in response as Kuroo pulled him into a firm hug.

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They stayed in that embrace for an unknowable stretch of time, just breathing, definitely still crying, whispering nonsensical words. Kenma, with his face pressed into Kuroo’s neck, sniffled slightly as he whispered.

“I love you too Kuro” a slight jump showing he’d been heard. Kuroo mumbled something under his breath about cute kittens, pulling away from the embrace before responding.

“Babe, I’m supposed to be the cool one, and you’re going to make me cry!” Kenma rolled his eyes, reaching up to wipe away some of his idiot boyfriend’s tears.

“You’re already crying dumbass” he muttered, a slight smile making the teasing featherlight. Kuroo snorted, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

“Shush! Just come here!” he groused through a grin, grabbing Kenma’s face to pepper with light kisses, earning a startled laugh as a reward. Kuroo pulled back slightly to press their foreheads together, locking eyes. “I love you~ Kenma~” he sang obnoxiously.

“I take it back, you’re insufferable, you don’t deserve me” he attempted to curl his lip in disgust, but it just became another fragile smile. Kuroo eyed his expression carefully before responding.

“Hey, if I ever decide I hate how you stack the dishwasher or something? I’ll tell you okay” he poked at Kenma’s ribs, giving his underlying promise with a gentle smile and serious eyes. Kenma nodded awkwardly, responding in a stilted tone.

“But Kuro, what if I want to have the cups facing upwards to catch the soapy water?” Kenma had only meant to crack a dumb joke, but Kuroo’s face of utter disgust sent him into a fit of giggles. Kuroo’s horrified exclamations muffled as Kenma flopped backwards into the blankets. His grumbling boyfriend soon followed him. As his giggles finally subsided Kenma turned to face Kuroo, tugging at that ridiculous bedhead. Kuroo responded by flicking his nose and kissing his forehead again.

Kenma yawned, eyes heavy with exhaustion from such an emotional rollercoaster. His boyfriend smiled sweetly at him in response. Kuroo reached out to pull the covers across them, protectively wrapping himself around Kenma as he shielded them both from the cold of the air conditioner.

Thrumming quietly in the room.

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Soul Bound Chapter 3: Scrying of the Soul

Amity squinted at the blinding light of the chandelier above her head as she woke up. Her head was foggy and she couldn’t make out anything at all around her. She took a moment to rub her eyes before taking a moment again to bring everything into focus. She was in her room again, exactly the way she left it.

The green-haired witch took a second to mull through her head. She tried to pull out memories, but the fog was too dense to even walk through, let alone see any of what was in front of her. She took in another breath and relaxed her shoulders. She unclenched her jaw as her mind started to clear just enough to where she could see the memories; her mother, her head, the note. She knows about Luz. She didn’t know what her mother would do to her, but Amity knew it wasn’t good.

She opened her eyes again and immediately rushed over to her door. Locked. Amity cursed under her breath. She knew that the door itself only locked from the inside, so if she couldn’t use her key to get the door open, then the door had to be magically sealed. She drew a magic circle and a key appeared in her hand. She took the key to the lock and it didn’t budge.

Amity dispelled the key and looked out her window which hung over a 2 story drop. She practically almost vomited in her throat as she looked down the edge of the windowsill and into the courtyard that was now overcast with the shadow of night. Amity summoned her scroll and looked for the only name she could think to call at the moment.

Luz woke up groggily as the scroll buzzed in her pocket. She felt a sharp pain stinging in her side. She was sure that she broke something, or at least something was broken before. She shouldered through the pain as she went to pull out the laminated glyph. She was relieved that now she was able to contact her friends in a way other than raven or crystal ball now, considering that Amity helped her figure out how to summon a scroll via glyph. If someone wanted to talk to her, it would rumble in her pocket, waiting for her to answer. It worked just like a smart phone back on Earth and she wouldn’t be happier for it. It activated in her hand as she moved it up to her face. She noted the time; 10pm. She had been asleep for almost eight hours.

Luz grimaced through the sharp pang in her lung as she shifted her weight on the couch and rolled over on her other side. She looked at the message that popped up on her notifications first. It was from Amity.

Hey, Luz? Do you want to meet me at the library so we can help each other on the whole song writing thing? I think I want to give it a shot.

The human looked at the scroll with a mix of excitement and confusion. She shot a message back to her. The rapid thumping of the “keyboard” shot through her arm and into her side and she winced in pain. That didn’t exactly stop her.

I would love to, but isn’t the library closed at this time?

I can take care of that. I just need to be somewhere other than here at the moment if that’s okay?

I gotcha. I’ll meet you when I can. I’ve had quite a rough day myself.

Amity read the last message once she was done changing into her everyday outfit and hoped to the half-deceased body that made up the Boiling Isles that everything would be alright with her. She pocketed the scroll and opened the window as wide as she possibly could. She swung her foot over the windowsill and twirled her finger to summon an abomination on the side of the building. The cold night air embraced the witch as she lowered herself onto the purple muck before commanding it in a whisper to lower her to the ground.

“Hey, Mittens!”

Amity started at the sound of her siblings that she almost fell over.

“Sneaking out of your room, that is so unlike you. What’s the occasion? Can we come?”

Amity scoffed, “It’s none of your business. I just need to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Exactly why we want to come,” Emira replied. “She’s kinda been in a tizzy ever since she came home today. Do you know what that’s about?”

Amity sighed in frustration. “Fine, you can come. I’ll explain to you guys on the way, can you guys just keep it quiet!”

“As a mouse.” Emira winked at her sister, pinching her fingers together.

“Though,” Edric interjected, “Do you know how we can probably get down?”

Emira scoffed at him before twirling her finger in the air, drawing a circle and summoning butterfly wings for the both of them. Edric wanted to complain, but as long as he got out of the house in one piece, he didn’t mind. Amity waved them on to get going as they jumped out of the window from their own room and they all maneuvered past the other open windows in an attempt to remain hidden.

They could practically hear the doors to Amity’s room swinging open as they went down and some unintelligible shouting. That didn’t matter to them now. They left it all behind them as they raced on towards the Bonesbourough Library.

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Luz sat on the stoop in front of the library as she waited for Amity to arrive. Leaving the Owl House was much easier than she expected once she woke up from Amity’s messages. Eda had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone out to get something at the Night Market, though something in her gut told her that it might be a lie. Whatever she was doing, she just hoped that her mentor would be safe. Luckily the pain in her side that was still burning when she got up had subsided and ended up feeling like a small bruise compared to what was there before. She still couldn’t help but wince whenever she moved that side of her body. If she knew any healing glyphs, then she definitely would have used them on her way here. She thought maybe if she were to work with Viney the next time they met in a lab next time, maybe she could inspect what healing project they would be working on and copy a healing glyph that might appear there. Though, that would be a lot harder than it looked and almost as impossible as the plant glyph. A challenge like that won’t stop her, though.

She looked out into the night and reminisced on the first night that she stood here. That night really showed Luz a different side of Amity. Before, she saw her as a bully who feels like she has to be on top of everything. Even then, she wanted to reach out to her to at least try and be her friend. But, with Edric and Emira in the picture, she saw that she had bullies of her own to deal with. Luz could only imagine what kind of antics could go on at home and she worried over her.

“Hey, Luz!”

She didn’t expect to hear the sound of the twins approaching her, let alone see them right in her face. She toppled over right as she saw them and just laid there for a moment before processing what even happened.

“Heyyyy, guyyys. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Luz sat up cross-legged and tucked her fist under her chin as she looked at the twins; her cheeks flush from embarrassment. She tried desperately to hide the pain that she still felt, but to no avail. Amity pushed through her siblings and offered the human a hand.

“Yeah, they weren’t supposed to be here.” Amity picked Luz off of the ground and noted the smell of fresh detergent overlaid with something sweet and flowery. She remembered that Luz noted before, a flower called Lavender back on Earth was one of her favorite scents. Her mind was getting off topic, she had to focus. “They asked to come because they also wanted to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her that pissed off before, and after hearing what Mittens, here, did, I completely understand.” Emira shot a cocky grin at her little sister, “Never thought you’d have the guts.”

“Whoa, whoa wait. What happened?” Luz’s head was spinning. Everything was happening so quickly that she didn’t know what to think or how to process all this new information.

Amity sighed. “Look, let’s just get inside and I’ll explain everything.”

She gestured over to their siblings. Edric walked over and produced a piece of parchment similar to the one that they had when they were with Luz the last time. He held it up to the lock and they all watched as the parchment turned to embers and ashes before them. The lock contorted before doubling and tripling in size, inviting the teenagers into the library. He gave Amity a nudge before saying “Looks like you’re one of us now, Mittens.”

Amity’s brow furrowed as she watched her brother strut inside the enormous keyhole followed by her sister as her dark green braid trailed behind her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Luz with a small, reassuring smile on her face. She couldn’t help but return the gesture as her shoulders relaxed and her heart lifted out of her chest. She took in a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her brown roots and took her hair tie off, leaving her hair to fall out of the half-ponytail that she almost always kept it in. It felt freeing for her, almost in a symbolic sort of way. She took the hand of the human who she noticed also had her face red in her cheeks as she looked entranced at the sight of the new Amity. She couldn’t help but giggle a little bit before cocking her head towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

~~~

Edalyn Clawthorne was never past ending someone’s life when it came to extreme measures, but the absolute raw energy of her rage was only let out this much once before, when Lilith kidnapped Luz, threatening her life just to get her to join the Emperor’s Coven. Really to get petrified, but Lilith didn’t know that at the time. She didn’t need to hear all of what Luz needed to say to understand exactly what was going on. Whoever this Almade was, he was a liar and a manipulator. She was used to those kinds of people, to scamming others out of their snails and other people attempting to scam her. But this was a different breed. He wanted something from her kid to the point of almost beating her to death. And he had the gall. No. He had the audacity to lie to her and try to pass off as a decent unassuming professor. She wanted answers, but that didn’t matter to her. What was first and foremost on her plate was to see this man’s head on a pike.

The Owl Lady wandered the streets of Bonesbourough, through the back alleys as to not arouse suspicion of the Emperor’s Coven guards that lined the majority of the populated streets ever since the failed petrification. They only really seemed to be focused on finding her, or her beast form, rather, than actually keeping the peace. It was almost like a twisted version of those nomads who once served as Animal Control, except when those guys were there to actually do their jobs and protect the lives of others when called. These guys are only focused, seemingly, on putting her down. They were bastards, the lot of them. All part of a system so hell bent on controlling others. Part of a system so hell bent on controlling her.

She scaled a nearby trellis on the side of the alleyway and used it to lift herself up to the rooftop overlooking the small city. She could almost see the skull of the Titan overlooking the library. She took in a deep breath. It had been so long since she had done anything like this. It was too risky to use Owlbert, her staff, to fly over the rooftops. So, she had to be careful as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop, only using her staff to fly over particularly large gaps whenever the guards weren’t looking in her general direction.

She went around the perimeter in search of the man like a tiger circling her prey. Each rooftop she landed on, she made sure to remain vigilant. She was sure she saw a shadowy figure looming over in the distance on top of the library. She blinked again to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things and it disappeared. She didn’t care if she was just seeing things or not. She was only focused on what was in front of her. She tapped her staff on the ground and Owlbert woke up cooing in her ear. The owl palisman remained groggy, but understood what needed to be done as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. Eda swung her leg over the staff and it launched her across the entire length of the city. The guards nearby took note of the loud sound that came from where she launched and rushed over to investigate.

The Owl Lady swooped in and perched herself on top of one of the library’s spires, jerking her head back and forth as she searched for her target. She made sure to keep her feet firm against the rough deep green shingles as she avoided the moonlight that reflected off of the round stained glass window.

“Funny, that I find you here.”

Eda whipped around and swung her staff at Almade, who flinched before he got the wind knocked out of him and was sent flying into one of the flatter parts of the roof with a loud crack. He groaned in pain as he struggled to lift himself up.

“Funny, indeed! I was just going to say the same thing about you.”

The man laughed as he got up, ignoring the pain rushing through him and the blood that poured out of his mouth.

“What are you even doing here anyway? Are you here to find your child and scold her for leaving the house when she’s been clearly injured? Are you going to punish her? Lock her up in some infernal dungeon in the depths of that wretched house of yours?”

“Ha! You are clearly projecting something. But no, I would never do that to my Luz. You were the one that almost killed her, so I did the most logical thing a mother should do. I’ve come here for your head.”

Almade’s hand dripped with blood as he slammed it firmly on the ground. A golden light radiated from him as the brick and concrete cracked and crumbled, forming a large, stony abomination.

“Then come and take it.”

~~~

Luz felt a rumble outside of the library. Did the Boiling Isles ever have thunderstorms? Earthquakes? She didn’t know, but whatever it was, her legs started to go numb. She wasn’t sure if it was because her injury had been spread throughout more than just her side or if what’s outside scared her that much. Her heart raced as she went over to Amity’s side.

“Do you know what’s happening out there?”

Amity shivered as she gripped on the human’s arm as tightly as she could.

“I have no idea.”

“So, what happened between you and your mom?”

Amity stopped for a second. She never even thought about telling her that the fact that she was in love with the human was the reason that her mother went ballistic. That and telling her off wasn’t exactly the best idea either. She felt a chill run up her spine as she gathered how to even tell Luz what happened. Would she even tell her that she even had a crush on her? No, she can’t tell her that just yet. As much as she wanted to, now is the absolute worst time to tell her. She’s already processing a lot already.

“The long and short of it is my mother got after me for something and I ended up snapping at her.”

“Wait what? You yelled at your own mother?!”

“Tch, yeah. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t kill me right away after that happened considering how Ed and Em described her rampage.”

“I could only imagine.”

“But I wouldn’t know. She kept me under a sleep spell afterwards and locked me in my room.” Amity clenched Luz’s arm a little bit tighter. Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I don’t even want to know what she had planned for me after that.”

To Amity’s surprise, she was enveloped in the warmest hug that she ever experienced. Her heart began to race as she processed for a moment what was happening.

“You’re safe now. That’s all you need to know.”

Tears streaked down Amity’s cheeks as she buried her face into the human’s shoulder. It took everything that she had not to impulsively kiss her. She wrapped her arms tight around Luz.

“Okay, ow ow ow, that’s my bad rib.”

“Oh,” Amity pulled away from her. Her face felt even hotter than before that she was sure that her tears would have evaporated. “Sorry, that’s my bad.”

“Hey, love birds!” Edric called out, “We’re gonna look around and find something to do! Good luck!”

“We’re not-!” Amity growled. “Just go!”

“Alright alright, we should leave them alone.” Emira chided her brother. “See ya around, cuties!”

Amity’s face couldn’t be redder than it was right now, but she didn’t know if it was due to the embarrassment or how angry she was at the twins. Good thing she didn’t tell them about her crush on Luz either or they would have picked on her a lot harder than they already did. Though, it did make her wonder if she was being that obvious.

“Whaaat was that about?”

“NOTHING!” Amity said that louder than she intended and cleared her throat. “It’s-it’s nothing.” She let out a sigh.

“So what happened after you got out?” Amity asked. “You said that your day wasn’t that great either.”

“Yeah, Almade kinda went crazy. He chased me around with a treelike abomination of all things. It nearly killed me.”

Amity’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“You know, treelike! Like he took the dirt and roots of a tree and it made an abomination like GRRAWRRRR!”

“No-no I know what you mean by that, but are you sure that it was an abomination and not just plant magic?”

“Well, it had eyes and it followed commands and everything. I saw Almade using nonverbal commands to control it and he was somehow using glyphs against me. Ones that I haven’t even seen before. They seemed to be made of some cardstock or something stiff because I know all my glyphs were either ruined or smudged in my bag. Probably not the best idea, to be completely fair. I should have a better way to carry those next time.”

“Were his glyphs gilded?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“We’ve got a book to read!”

~~~

Eda slammed an ice glyph on top of the abomination’s head. The creature groaned as its head was being engulfed by the crystallized water. It jerked around trying to throw the older witch off of her balance. She jumped off and slammed the brunt end of her staff into the monster’s head, shattering it to bits. The abomination fell over and crumpled into a pile of rubble and dust. She was surprised at how heavily enforced the building was if it could make an abomination of that size.

“So what’s your deal anyway? You infiltrate Hexside and pose as a teacher. You wait until my Luz is alone and you just up and attack her? Don’t ya think that’s rushing the game a little bit?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that the job gets done, then I’ll be free from my own control. Luz is using you, Edalyn.”

“Yeah! To help learn magic, and even then she goes to school anyway. Kid wouldn’t even hurt a fly unless I or anybody else she loved was in danger.” She snorted.

“That’s not what I’m getting at. She’s using you as a proxy, trying to become a better witch so that she could have the human world invade The Boiling Isles. Why else would she run into such a lowly criminal and ask for help?”

Eda slammed her staff into his neck at such a speed that he was sure that she could have broken it with that blow if it weren’t for his manacle.

“Don’t you ever talk about my child like that!” The Owl Lady hissed, “It’s one thing to even try to kill her or – whatever you were going to do – but, it’s another thing to even try to gaslight me into thinking a stupid lie like that!”

She slapped a fire glyph on his stomach and jumped to the side as his tunic burst into flames. Almade writhed around in agony as he ripped and tossed his tunic off of him, revealing all the other burn marks and grafts adorning his body. He looked at Eda with a pure rage before falling over, his illusion passing through the roof of the library.

Eda cursed under her breath as she summoned her scroll to call the house. She let it ring for a moment before Lilith picked up.

“Oh my Titan, Edalyn! I was so worried for you!”

“Can it, sis! Have you checked to see if Luz was alright?”

“Uhhh, I was actually about to call you about that.”

“About what?”

“Luz left to see Amity at the library, apparently she was having a bad day as well and she wanted to comfort her.”

Eda sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Luz, what would I do without you and your big, dumb heart? Luckily, I’m at the library right now. I’ll call you and tell you if anything happens.”

“Just be careful. He could be anywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he just tricked me with an illusion! Cheap bastard took advantage of my rage.”

“Well, I could have told you that.”

“Buzz off.”

Eda hung up the scroll and looked down to find a bunch of Emperor’s Coven guards surrounding the area. This wasn’t looking too good at all.

~~~

Amity remembered only being in the forbidden section of the library once or twice when she was locked in before, mainly due to her curiosity, but also because she really didn’t have much else to do. The Emperor’s Coven deemed these books banned from every other resident of the Isles to read aside from the ones that were the highest up the ladder in the Coven like Lilith or the infamous Kikimora. She was actually surprised that they kept all of their criminal files in here of everybody they sent into the Conformitorium, even the ones that were thrown in there for childish or mundane reasons. It really didn’t take a lot at all to get thrown in there on the Isles. She remembered Luz told her once that she and King got thrown in there just by ignoring the “Don’t Step on the Grass” sign and called the attention of a guard. It was actually pretty funny how easily you could set them off like that, considering how harmless the guards themselves are. Though, one book in particular always stood out to her, but she never did take note of the author before now. It was a recent edition after all. It arrived just shortly after King’s whole book publishing fiasco.

It was a book bound in purple leather and a black cloth stretched around the spine. The edges of the pages and the engravings in the leather were all lined with gold leaf and the headband was as intricately sewn as possible. The writing on the spine read “The Scrying of the Soul by Robert Almade”.

Just seeing the author’s name now made Amity’s stomach turn. Of course he would write and bind a book this beautiful and this horrifying all at the same time. Although it may be worth it to check out, it wasn’t what she was looking for. She searched through the various files as Luz went to pick it up. Amity pulled out a file that read “Almade” and flipped it open. She cringed at the various pictures that were laid out in front of her and brushed them aside, but kept the ones in view of various glyphs that he either carved out on the walls or drew in his own blood. A mug shot taken of him revealed that there were no grafts or burn marks of any kind. He looked pale and famished. The color and fullness had been taken away from his cheeks and the look on his face read remorse. Not anger. Not sadness. Remorse. Almost as if he was apologizing to someone for the actions he did, his eyes begging for him not to be punished. Amity remembered wearing the same look on multiple occasions whenever her mother would scold her for whatever arbitrary reason and sometimes even dragging her father into it. Most times, he would remain reluctant to join in, but he wouldn’t dare upset her. It was almost like she scared her more than he was allowed to care about his own daughter. Amity skimmed through some of the headlines and pointed out one that stood out to her.

“Here! LOCAL WILD WITCH DESTROYS HIS HOME, KILLED HIS FATHER AFTERWARDS.”

“Oh wow! That is dark! Gimme!” Luz said, making little grabby hands.

Amity stifled a laugh.

Quit being cute, you goofball. Someday, I swear it’ll kill me.

She continued reading. “Robert Almade, aged 24, as of last night had destroyed his own home. Witnesses say that Almade emerged from the wreckage with multiple cards adorning his body, all with gilded runes that nobody else has seen the likes of before.”

“That must be the glyphs!” Luz butted in. She thought about it for a moment. She always thought that she was the one to rediscover glyphs after many in the isles had rendered it a lost art due to how the evolution of bile sacs in a witch’s body made it useless. There must be a reason that Almade was using them because he could use magic like any normal witch by summoning abominations. Was this limited somehow?

“Luz, uhhh, there’s more to this.” Amity told her. “After he rose, he carved another one of these runes on his palm and grabbed the body of his father with it. There was a glowing light and then nothing left. Zeil collapsed on the ground, seemingly dead. The witness walked closer before seeing the body reanimate itself with a purple glaze overshadowing its eyes. They called this creature a Husk. It then stared directly at the witness before he darted off in the opposite direction. They ended up calling this person a ‘Soulomancer’. Almade was apprehended not long after and taken to the Conformitorium, scheduled for a burning.” Amity shuddered as she read that last sentence.

Luz looked at the date of the article. “Uhh, Amity, this article was dated 3 weeks ago. This is insanely recent.”

She flipped the page to find another article. “Oh, Dios Mio.”

ESCAPED! THE WILD WITCH DUBBED “THE SOULOMANCER” ESCAPED HIS BURNING!

Luz grabbed at her neck. She was so glad that she wasn’t turned into one of those Husks. She looked down at the book that she carried and noted all the love and detail put into the binding. She was going to find out how to get away from him. She could survive, but she didn’t know how. If she hadn’t been revived by Eda and Lilith, she would have been a goner. But why did it have to be her? Why her of all people? Did he have a grudge against humans or is it all just wanton bloodlust? He seemed to lash out at her more during her lessons with him, so the former is definitely still on the table. She tucked the book under her arm.

“I’m gonna go on ahead and check out this book that he wrote. If there’s anything that could help us out, it’d be in here.” Luz reached her hand out towards Amity. The witch replied with a smile and accepted it.

“Right, let’s head to the hideout.”

Amity’s secret hideout in the library wasn’t too much of a secret anymore, considering Luz as well as her siblings all knew about it. As long as they don’t spill it to anyone, like Ed and Em did to Luz when they met her, then it’ll be alright. She was actually surprised that the librarians themselves didn’t even know about it. Amity pulled on the book that acted as a lever and Luz immediately jumped on one of the bean bags that Amity had recently set up in the room when it came to the two of them actually hanging out in here. The human pulled the book out of her arm and started to read.

The witch smiled as she saw her crush at work, focused on the task at hand. She walked inside before closing the door behind her. She couldn’t help but feel a chill up her spine as she closed it, but paid it no mind.

“This is crazy, Ams!” Luz said as she pointed to a page on the book. “Look, right here says that these symbols are what make up the glyph system on the Isles! He must have really studied this kind of thing hard.”

Amity looked over the human’s shoulder. She was right. The page before her was laid out with a lot of specific shapes, most of them looking like the runes that they used on the Isles today for their native language, Arshoya. That language had almost been lost to their tongue today under Belos’ rule when he started to put the English language under the curriculum at their schools, but for whatever reason, maybe because it was easier, they had them keep the writing system.

“You know, it’s funny.” Luz pointed out. “Your guys’ runes on the Isles look scarily enough like alchemic symbols on Earth.”

“Wait, alca-what now?”

“Alchemy. It was this crazy study of magic or turning lead into gold or something developed back on Earth.”

“Wait a minute, I thought humans can’t perform magic.”

“Well, they can’t now, but I don’t think that’s ever stopped them from at least trying in the past. After all, these symbols exist. Look, this one-” She pointed at a circle with a dot in the middle of it. “-represents the Sun in Alchemy. At least, that’s the only symbol that I know. But it’s the same symbol that is used on my fire glyph.”

As she said that, she produced a card that wasn’t crumpled from her bag and drew her fire glyph just to demonstrate before quickly shoving it back into her pocket, hoping not to accidentally activate it.

“Wait, I don’t understand, that could just be coincidence. You can’t be too sure that our runes could be a shortcut or reference or whatever to design your glyphs.”

“It’s not designing. I’m learning from the island around me, at least and I’ll use whatever reference I’ve got.” She sighed as she stared at the book. The human looked back to Amity’s golden eyes. “And plus, it’s worth a shot.”

The witch could see the soft determination in Luz’s face, one that radiated of her characteristic hopeful outlook on life. Luz, her little light.

Someone knocked on the bookcase and Amity groaned as she got up. This was seriously the last time that Edric and Emira would pick on her in a moment like this. She went to slide the door open.

“You know guys, I am really getting tired of you guys picking on me, so why don’t you mind your own business!”

But it wasn’t her siblings. It wasn’t either of them at all.

~~~

Edric and Emira sprinted down the various book shelves as they raced over to the direction of the hideout. Neither of them heard Amity scream that loudly before and they knew that she wasn’t just excited. They leaped down the balcony, summoning illusions to soften their fall. Once they finally reached the hideout, shock spread through both of their faces.

Amity’s body lay on the ground before them, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Luz scrambled backwards with her eyes wide and bloodshot and her mouth agape. Almade’s book was thrown across the room with its pages spread wide open.

“What did you do?” Edric asked softly with a fire behind his voice.

“I-I don’t – I didn’t-.”

“LUZ!” He grabbed the collar of her hoodie as he lifted her up off the ground. Tears trailed down his face. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?”

It wasn’t long before Luz started bursting into tears as well. Looking over to where Amity’s body lied. She was splayed out on the floor with her eyes closed. The human looked over to her to try and find any sign of breathing. Anything at all.

But there was none. Amity was dead.

Tears streamed down Luz’s face and pooled up under her chin. Why did it have to be her? Why didn’t she save her?

Why?

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