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First Kiss (Break 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys] {filler chapter? I just felt like Lance and Nando getting closer would make more sense if they spent break together + Mark}

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They had two weeks off and Lance had absolutely no plans, Nico was on vacation with his family to god knows where, Fernando had probably already arrived in Australia, and Lance didn't have any other friends on the paddock to worry about.

He had thought about going back to Canada but he just ended up back at his house in Switzerland. Spring had started by the time he got home so it wasn't like he could distract himself with snowboarding so he just ended up at home on his couch for the past five days.

Being alone was nice, but a part of him missed Fernando, oddly enough. They'd only ever hung out on the paddock but Lance had grown to look forward to the time they spent together, whether it was actually sitting and talking or just exchanging glances while in the middle of interviews.

As if it was fate, his phone began to rang. It was an unknown number but he figured it might be important, his dad had a history of calling him from random places just to check up on him, as if the 18 year old hadn't been left alone before.

"Hello?" He said, holding his (very small) phone to his ear

"Lancito, I am so glad you answered!" a voice on the other end spoke, a very familiar voice

"Nando?" Lance questioned "How did you get my number?"

"Is not important!" The Spaniard said, brushing off the question "Lancito, are you busy? If you are, cancel, come to Australia."

"No, I'm not busy." Lance responded, wondering if Fernando was really inviting him to Australia, wasn't he with Mark? Wouldn't that be awkward? "Is something important happening in Australia?"

"Si, You are coming, is important."

"Nando, I-" The younger boy laughed, not being able to wipe the smile off his face just from hearing the other mans voice "Sure, I'll come."

"Perfect, I'll send you the information, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay Nando"

"Bye, Lancito! Have a safe flight"

And with that the call ended and Lance wasted no time in buying the tickets to Australia (idk how people bought plane tickets in 2006...)

Lance got off the plane, trying to pat down the hair he could feel sticking up, he always slept on long flights and this one was no acception. It was weird being in Australia a week before he had to but he wasn't going to turn down Fernando is he wanted Lance there so bad, for whatever reason.

It was a Sunday morning and the airport was surprisingly busy, he eventually found his way out and got a taxi headed towards the address Fernando had texted him

"Just landed, headed your way now!!"

Lance stared at the screen before sending the message, just now wondering why exactly he was there, he wasn't blind to the media, especially when he was constantly being interviewed and asked questions fans were dying to know, he had heard the rumours, people saying Fernando was only talking to him to scare him, he was going to embarrass him, he had some ulterior motive, Lance hoped it wasn't true but now that he was blindly following Fernandos orders in another country while he was visiting his friend (who's seat he took) a part of him started to wonder if Fernando was planning something. He hit send.

They'd hadn't texted much, just Fernando sending him the information he needed and Lance thanking him before he got on the plane and turned off his phone, he wasn't too fond of it anyways.

"I am glad you made it"

"Is exciting"

"Tell the driver to go faster"

Lance smiled at his phone, excited to see the Spaniard again, even though he saw him not even a week ago.

"I shouldn't break the law yet"

"I just got here and my dad isn't here to bail me out!"

"I will do it, no worries Lancito"

He shook his head at the text, turning off his phone and waiting to arrive, not too far away from the location

He stepped out of the car, paying the taxi fare then walking up to the house, hesitating to knock. Maybe texting would be better? Or calling? Or anything besides knocking? Before he even had the chance to decide the door opened, revealing a slightly-taller-than-him Mark Webber and Fernando standing by his side, the two closer than he thought they would be

"Lance, welcome, so sorry about making you come so randomly." Mark spoke first, stepping back to invite Lance in

"It's no problem, I wasn't doing anything anyway" Lance smiled as he walked into the house, scanning what he could see

"I told you Lancito didn't mind" Fernando said to Mark, hitting his arm slightly "Is good to make sure you two get along before people start to speculate, ay?" Fernando smiled at Mark then at Lance, reaching up to flatten the hair still sticking up on his head

Lance wasn't sure why he was surprised Fernando was still calling him his nickname, he didn't know why he expected anything to change with Mark around, Fernando seemed the same, if anything he seemed happier around Mark. It made him feel bad, he was the reason Mark lost his seat, the reason Fernando's friend was no longer on the paddock, the reason Fernando had to settle for him instead.

"Well, Lance, I don't mind that you took my seat" Mark laughed, closing the door before putting an arm around Lance's shoulder "I was done with travelling all the time anyway, so don't beat yourself up over what people say"

Lance nodded, Mark was right, and he was pretty old so it made sense for him to be smarter.

"Now, how about we have fun now that we've dragged you to the land down under?" That made Lance smile, he was looking forward to spending the rest of his break actually doing stuff besides binging TV shows.

The next week went by so quick Lance was surprised when he actually had to go to the paddock, almost as surprised as fans when he showed up with both Fernando and Mark.

He hesitated when Fernando suggested all of them going together, worried about what people would say, but the older men made it obvious they couldn't care less so thats how they ended up going together, Mark having plans of doing interviews around the paddock and spending his free time in sither the pink or blue and yellow garage.

Being in Australia a week early was great, they were busy the whole time but Lance enioyed it, loving the time away from his phone and especially away from the media. It made him notice how close Mark and Fernando really were, he felt jealous at times but it was probably just because he was used to having Fernandos attention on him after quali and races, he felt selfish for feeling that way so of course he never addressed it.

"Where are you going first?" Lance asked, looking at Mark, both of them on either side of Fernando

"I was thinking of interviewing people first, it's gonna be weird being the one asking the questions"

"As long as you stay far away from me, we're good"

Fernando shook his head, pulling the taller man closer "We really need to get you used to the media, eh? All you do is complain" He sucked his teeth after he finished teasing Lance, earning nothing but an eyeroll from the teen

"Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled, not able to stop himself when it came to Fernando "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

And with that the race week started.

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bugsbiann · 1 year

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forgot to post these bees !

#some bees i forgot to post #the first one was meant to be a pose practise #but then it turned into me redrawing a scene from lost found hard to pin down #rwby #bumbleby #rwby vol 9 #rwby v9 #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers #bugsbian art #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #bumbleby fanart #yang x blake #blake x yang #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #slight gore

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dist0rt1on · 1 year

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SAMPO KOSKI: FOOL'S DISCOVERY

Synopsis: How you helped a fool realize his own feelings.

> Pairings: Sampo Koski x Gn!Reader

> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst and Hurt-Comfort???

> Contents: Sampo being a part of The Masked Fools, backstory of your relationship with him, confessions, mostly ooc i guess? No proofread btw im sleepy

> Words: 3.8k

> A/N: Sorry if it's not rlly accurate to Sampo i just have a lot of 'what ifs' with him and this got birthed ig

Sampo Koski is everyone's friend. A charismatic, humorous, cunning man. He's certainly a hot topic in all areas. Though, everyone around him views him as a skilled-yet-idiotic criminal. Or... maybe that's what Sampo himself wants them to think. After all, he tells himself every day that people like him are better suited to be shadowy comic reliefs anyway. Even so, no one knows how the gears behind his brain work.

Sampo Koski is a silver-tongued 'salesman' and an eloquent mercenary. He holds so much information that makes it so hard for people to not approach him for help. With the right price, he's willing to do all sorts of jobs for his lovely customers. Though, he isn't afraid of betraying his customer if he were to get paid on a higher price for it. You can't blame him, can you? Living in the underworld itself isn't easy. You gotta be willing to accept the opportunity for some extra cash if you want to survive.

Sampo Koski is a common enemy. Despite how much conflict Belobog's regions has over the years, most of the citizens in both overworld and underworld would agree that they share a similar distaste for the bi-haired man himself.

Lastly, Sampo Koski is a fool. A following fool who also thinks that the world is a joke. Just like a drama, or a soap opera that runs every day to be witnessed by the people in the audience's seats. No matter how endless the pain and suffering became, it could always be shoved away by laughter. Joy eliminates pain, after all. Laughter is a God-given right to avoid pain. Or so he heard.

Days would usually pass by just like night and day. Except you can't really see the 'day' on the underworld. Business after business through the years, he never thought of having to love someone. Not to mention someone even loving him in the first place. Though, that mindset shattered when he met you. Or specifically, after he spent so much time with you.

You two met in one of the underworld's desolate alleyways. You, who were mistaken as Sampo's anonymous customer, were trying to find some peace. Gazing upon the ceiling with wonder. 'How many more years are we supposed to endure all the suffering in the underworld before the fragmentum consumes us all?' You sigh sadly.

That thought was quickly replaced with a sense of caution after hearing faint footsteps coming your way. You turn your head in that direction, noticing a certain bi-haired man of your age with a sweet smile on his face and a waving hand.

"Hello, dearest customer! You must be the anonymous fella who asked for my services, I assume?" He approached you with his signature, charming smile. Which made you look up to him in response .

"Huh? You must've gotten the wrong person, buddy. Never called anyone for some services. Sorry..." You responded, albeit a bit confused about the salesman's arrival.

Just by your tone and expression alone, he could confirm that you were telling him the truth. Yet, he's not done with you yet. It's simple, he wants to lure you into becoming his customer too. He wants to make a profit in every corner. It's in his natural 'salesman' instincts, after all. But... there's just something about you that scratches his mind. Oh well, he can deal with it later.

"Sorry about that! The name's Sampo Koski. If you ever need someone to take care of things for you... Sampo Koski is the man for the job, who's at your service." He winks at you 'innocently'.

Though, you weren't oblivious to these types of people.

"Ah... so you're that type of businessman, arent you?" You raise an eyebrow, to which the man responded with a chuckle.

"As I said, All sorts of business are welcomed — as long as you've got the cash." He gives you a sly grin.

He saw you opening your mouth to respond to him in a brief second. Yet, before you could mutter something out, familiar marching noises filled the area from both sides of the alleyway.

...Damn Vagrants. They were surrounding the area with their weapons raised at you two. In the middle of the ambush, a masked man turned out to be the leader of said Vagrants.

By their similar physique and posture, Sampo could easily confirm that the leader is the same man who anonymously asked for his services in the first place.

Sampo himself knew that there was a possibility of this happening, but eh. He's a man who'll take any opportunity at any given moment. But he needs some entertainment too. He'd be lying if he told himself that he wasn't amused by this capture or murder attempt.

The masked man began to blabber as unprofessionally as one could blabber. Openly explaining their plans to the two while thinking that they'll be able to kill you two easily while also thinking that you play a part in the 'businesses' yourself.

By the leader's naivety, Sampo would listen intently and imagine a better scenario of said plan. But he chose to ignore the leader and decided to look in your direction.

Ah, you were trembling from head to toe. Fear and confusion wash your face as you try to get into a defensive state.

Living in the underworld for years, of course, you've learned basic self-defense to protect yourself from danger. But against more than one vagrant who has their weapons up and ready to knock the daylights over you at any moment? You cant- you won't stand a chance against them. Not without a weapon. Not without wielding an element.

'What the... hell's happening...?' You thought, panicking over the situation you accidentally got yourself into.

Sampo Koski is a man who'd rather flee before things get rougher than it already is. Unless he had no other choice. When people who targeted him managed to find or corner him, he'd usually try to charm them with his presence. Then using their confusion as the opening of his escape to flee the scene and leave the problems to the nearest bystanders. If there were any.

But this time, it was different. He didn't instantly come up with a plan to flee. Instead, he was focused on you. But why?

Because of your innocent look that was quickly washed away by your fear? No, that's not it... He thinks.

Because of your pitiful state? It could be? But... was that really the problem? Because...

He doesn't understand.

He can't wrap his head around this unfamiliar feeling.

Fleeing was always the best option for him. But for some reason, everything inside himself was telling him to not leave the poor bystander alone.

Why? He never had second thoughts before fleeing the scene before.

...

Maybe... Sampo Koski himself... had taken an interest in you. Yes, that must be it.

And helping you would certainly lead you to his debt. And Sampo wouldn't mind that. He'd be delighted.

"Hey- Were you even listening to me...!?" The leader shouted in an offended tone due to Sampo ignoring all his speech. But Sampo didn't seem to care this time around.

Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a swift motion. Pulling you close as he whispers to your ear.

"Close your eyes and hold your breath. Trust me, okay?" He whispers in a soft tone.

Maybe because you were desperate to survive in this current situation that you did what he told you to do. Your body slowly tenses up as you close your eyes and hold your breath. He slowly removed his hold on you and pulls away as he pulls out some tricks up his sleeve.

Even if your vision was currently replaced by a dark void, it didn't stop you from hearing the chaos around you.

You could feel movements from Sampo's side as you could hear him throwing a few items into the ground.

"What the...? Is this... a bomb...!?"

"N-no... Its... they're smoke bombs...!"

"Gah-...! Everyone, stand... down...!"

You hear your attackers panic as they one by one lose their consciousness and fall to the ground.

Sampo approached the powerless leader who had lost his balance and gave him a shit-eating grin as he looked down at him.

"Wow, you really surprised the Sampo Koski with that ambush. As for the return, I decided to give you a surprise of my own~ How'dya like it?" He chuckles.

The leader gritted his teeth. "Y-You bastard... You'll pay... for this..." he threatens Sampo before losing consciousness completely.

Sampo then hurriedly rushed to your side and grabbed your trembling arm. "Let's go now, friend. You better keep up if you don't want to be left behind~"

Before you could even respond, he runs off from the alleyway with you.

Finally residing in a safe spot, Sampo carefully lets go of your arm. "Are you hurt, friend?" He asked as he sees you calm down.

"Sampo, was it? I... can't thank you enough for helping me escape from that. Even though I was just a passerby who got into your situation." You sigh.

"But... Is there anything I can repay you with...? I don't have a lot of cash on me, but when I do... I'll definitely pay you back though... I-I'm sorry..." You looked away. Hoping that the man in front of you won't be disappointed and decides to kill you after knowing you can't pay him back right at this moment.

Sampo chuckles as he looks at you in amusement. "Don't worry, you could still pay me back, ya'know?"

You set your eyes on him again, raising an eyebrow. "What...? But I told you I don't have much cash on me... Unless... gh...! You're not gonna do something to me, are you...!?" You point at the man in accusation. Sweating over the fact that he might do unimaginable things to you.

He quickly places a finger in front of your lips. "Ah, shushushushush... Don't paint me as a greedy and disrespectful businessman, friend. I, Sampo Koski, am still a gentleman with a heart. I was wondering if you could take up an offer instead." He pulled his gloved finger away from your lips.

"That is...?" You await his words as you see him extend his hand.

"Why don't we become business partners, hmm? You look like an interesting fella. I can't help but think that there's more to you than what meets the eye." He started to say.

"I'll deal with most of the things out there while you deal with other crucial things while hidden in the background. Ah, don't worry. We'll split the payment to our agreement. So how about it? Do you accept this offer?"

Any sane person in the underworld wouldn't trust his offer unless they were desperate. But usually, they'd harshly reject his offers. That's why... he was really surprised when you instantly placed your hands in his with no hesitation at all.

"Alright. You look like a fun guy to be with, and I bet you got a lot of surprises huh? I guess it won't hurt to become business partners with you." You smirk as if you weren't terrified a few minutes ago.

"You bet. I won't let you down, so you better do your best, partner." He smiles as you two shake hands in agreement.

That was the day you and the infamous Sampo Koski meet. Ever since that day, you did different kinds of jobs with him.

At first, the two of you were nothing but business partners. He informs you of a mission, and you help him from the shadows, split the pay, and part ways.

But the more you two started working together, the closer you two became. And now, even after the business itself was settled, you'll kill your boring ol' time to spend your day with him.

Like watching a fierce boxing match in the fight club while cheering for your favorite fighters.

"Huh... both of them are so tough! I'm still wondering how robots are qualified for a boxing match, but whatever. Beat him up, Mechanical Master!" You cheer for your favorite fighter.

You could hear Sampo laughing next to you. "In your dreams, partner. Greyback Whale's the much stronger one between them!"

"Buuut we gotta be real now, don't we? I'm a much better fighter than anyone from the fight club~ You've witnessed it yourself, yeah?" He winks with a sense of pride as you snorted in response.

"Yeah, yeah... I guess I gotta admit you're way faster and stronger than them, huh? How fierce and mighty of you, Mr. Sampo~ I might need an autograph from you one day." You playfully stick your tongue out as you tease him. Sampo responds with a playful smirk.

Or you'd spend the day with him by taking a stroll in the mines. Well... a little bit annoying when the two of you have a 50% chance of getting attacked by vagrants, fragmentum creatures, or even robots. But it's nice to back him up on a fight once in a while.

"Hey, partner! Wanna see how fast I could knock them out with these babies alone?" He cockily twirls his daggers as he focuses his eyes on the surrounding enemies.

"Hmm... sure. Knock them out in under 10 seconds, and ill fight alongside you if we have any business for the day." You challenged the man.

In a blink of an eye, you see his daggers getting thrown at the enemies. It was almost a blur. You looked in awe as you witness daggers flying as swiftly as the wind, knocking out enemies with their single touch.

The group of enemies didn't even last 5 seconds as those daggers finally return to the hands of their master. "3.5 seconds. Now, you were saying?"

"Hah, you never fail to surprise me... do you?"

You and Sampo became inseparable. You two were like puzzle pieces who complete each other.

Sampo is the strength and the brain. The active mercenary in his business who deals with all the fights and the talk.

Meanwhile you, you were the heart. The vigilant partner who usually tends to Sampo's wounds if he was unlucky enough to get them.

For a doctor, Natasha's treatments are of a much better quality. But Sampo couldn't help it. No matter how light or brutal the wounds were, he always ends up wanting to get treated in your care.

"Gah... good thing I patched you up just in time... You were on the blink of collapsing, you know...? Don't be so reckless with yourself!" You scold the man as you try to patch the smaller cuts on his arm.

"Should I just call Dr. Natasha to treat you...? I don't think I'm doing a good job on this..."

"No, no. You don't need to. You're doing a great job, okay? And sorry... I was a bit unlucky this time. But I promise I'll be more careful next time, haha." He reassured you with a weak smile.

It was a nice feeling though, Sampo thought. Even if you were scolding him plenty of times, he always notices your careful hands as you patched him up. Him knowing that you hoped your touch won't hurt Sampo more than he already is.

Even if Sampo has a quite friendly demeanor on him, he never lets his guard down. Even to the people he trusts. But there's one thing he noticed...

He started to let his guard down over the time when you two were alone. Relaxing his body to the fullest.

It felt weird at first, Sampo admits. But he quickly came to an acceptable conclusion.

Sampo Koski had developed a soft spot for you.

Now finally, the present. As of today, the blockade between the underworld and the overworld had been lifted by the help of the trailblazers from beneath the sky. It was a miracle, really. You almost couldn't believe it.

Due to Sampo's part in helping them as well, he gets a temporary pass to walk on the overworld's ground freely without any guards arresting him.

He would've used this opportunity to sneakily gain some extra cash, but he decided to go against that idea.

Not when you looked at him with those sparkling eyes. Telling him that you wanted to explore the place and the sceneries with him. And so he did.

But he never expected this one particular day.

The day you asked him to meet up with you somewhere in the overworld's administrative district.

You, holding out a cheap, single-flower bouquet for him only. Muttering multiple things he can't seem to catch. But from where this is going, he knew. By his body language that told you that he was caught off-guard, he knew what's gonna happen next.

You, looking deep into his eyes, as you successfully have the courage to tell him how you feel towards him

"I love you, Sampo Koski. I really do."

There you stood, red-faced as you closed your eyes shut. Getting ready to return some comebacks of your own when he gives you a flurry of his teases.

...

What you expected didn't come.

You slowly opened your eyes to a sight you never thought you would see one day.

The Sampo Koski you know... was also standing there red-faced. But... his eyes widened, and tears slowly fall to his cheeks.

Sampo Koski is a man who knows what love is, but had yet to experience it. Well, maybe he did. But after years of getting disliked or even despised by many people in the country he resides in, even if he were to blame for that, he began to gradually forget what 'love' or 'warmth' means to him.

But today, you had easily told him the specific word and answer to his own conflicted feelings about you.

'I love you, Sampo Koski.'

'Love.'

...

"H-Hey... not that I doubt it or anything, but... Do I... even deserve this kinda thing...?" He tries to maintain his playful tone, but his cracked voice quickly ruined it in an instant.

Sampo Koski is a man who usually denies his negative feelings. Every time he gets sad, hurt, angry, or many other things, he always brushes it away and laughs it off as if it was a laughing matter, to begin with. Unconsciously straying him from his understanding of his own emotions.

No, his usual playful, cunning, charismatic attitude isn't a facade or some sort. It's just Sampo being Sampo. It's just that his mindset of joy diluting all sorrow was making him unconsciously bottle up all that pain.

He always knew that the universe is merciless, but he prefers choosing the path of laughing it off. It was the guidance he got, after all. But was it because of amusement or denial? Who knows...

He is a masked fool, after all.

But your sudden confession had shattered that bottle of his. Many of his mixed emotions were scattered in his mind. Starting to swirl around his surroundings. He was getting overwhelmed.

'Why? Im an awful man. I don't deserve your love. Your kindness.'

'You deserve better.'

'So why me?'

'Why me?'

...

"Of course, you deserve this. You deserve everything, honestly. Thanks to you, I've never been so happy in my entire life. And... I know we spend our days together, but I want to share a much closer bond with you. Because... I've never loved someone this much before. You deserve my love, Sampo. And you'll always do." Your lips curved up into a sweet smile as Sampo looks at you in shock.

Sampo Koski is jealous of you. Envious that you had managed to tell or identify your feelings he's been struggling with so easily.

But you looked so beautiful at that moment. Your genuine, kind smile and your flowing hair matching the rhythm of the wind. The sun's warm light favors you and your beautiful presence alone.

You then lowered the arm that was holding the bouquet. "But, it's okay. I get it if you're not ready yet. Whatever the outcome, ill accept it. Just don't let it ruin our friendship, okay? I'll be waiting for your answer. Once you're ready, okay?" You turn around, getting ready to leave so you could give him some space.

...

"Don't you fucking dare..."

"Huh?" Before you could turn around to see him again, you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. Holding you tight as if you were about to disappear from his very life.

"Don't you dare leave me here... especially after saying that..." he begs in a soft tone.

...

Sampo rests his head on your shoulder. "...I love you too. Even if things were hell down there, hoping to see you every time I woke up in the morning... gave me a reason to keep going. No matter how hard things became, you never left my side... And... I'm so grateful for all that... You're so... precious... to me..."

Sampo finally gets it. The differences in his feelings before you came into his life, and after.

Once, the man wandered the world on his own. With both worlds having a distaste in him while laughing in a sense he used to call 'joy'. Never letting his guard down on every corner, even on his own 'home'.

But when you came into his pitiful life, he started laughing with you. Not in a sense of that so-called joy he once believed could wash away all pain and suffering, but in a sense of comfort and warmth. You had sneaked your way into his heart and made it your home. His home.

He twirled your body around to face him. Tears were still in his eyes as he sniffles on his snot. But still, a big smile was present on his face.

"Hah... Thank you, my dear... Thank you for everything... Mhm... So, are we officially together now...?" He looks at you with that usual goofy grin.

"Of course! Ah... I love you so much...!" You were also trembling with joy as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Looking up to him with the same sense of affection.

"Too bad." He smirks as he leans closer to your ear. "You might say that you love me. But I love you more, my love." He whispers.

Sampo Koski is a man who wants to be loved, and to love back. And with the opportunity you gave him, he'll never waste his chance. He hasn't told it directly to your face, but he vows to protect your life, your heart, everything.

"*sniff* You know... I would kiss you right now, but... I'd rather have our first kiss at a more... romantic moment." He gently presses his lips to your forehead as you giggle in response.

"Saving that for our first date, huh... Pretty boy?" Your cheeks started to warm up more.

"Maybe, maybe not... Who knows?" He coos as he carefully strokes your hair. Kissing your cheek as you hum softly.

Maybe... he could send his final regards to the guys and girls at the tavern to run away with you, one day. He hopes.

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#diswrites🗑🔥#sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo x you #sampo koski #hsr sampo #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #fluff #slight angst #hurt/comfort #i feel a little silly #im gonna explode #ok just reread this and fuck its not really sampo ish #first writing pls enjoy (not)

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cvbullshit · 4 months

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*heavy breathing*

HGHFHFBFYFHTYFYTH 😳

#random post #shitpost #undertale yellow #undertale yellow starlo #silly goofy mood #goofy ahh #he kinda cute tho #plus the slight angst that i could make from this #bc ngl at first i fell for north star #but in the end i'll like him for who he is #<3

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f1amboyant · 5 months

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The worst Alpha

One step inside the gym and he suddenly realizes his mistake. The sweet sweet scent of Omega, of Carlos, fills his lungs and all Charles’ blood runs south. He stumbles inside the room, dizzy with want and omegaomegaomega. His eyes jump to each corner, from equipment to equipment until he finds him. And hmm, yeah. Fuck. Charles cannot think straight.

OR: Carlos is in heat and goes to Charles. Charles who is a very eager but also very very inexperienced Alpha. This is going to be a disaster.

explicit ~ 11k ~ a/b/o, heat, first time, pining, smut, light angst

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#charlos #charlos fic #a/b/o #smut #heat/rut #first time #slight angst and miscommunication #hey i wrote something!#omega carlos sainz #alpha charles leclerc #charles is a good alpha #but also a bad alpha #he has a whole crisis about it #enjoy!

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saltscorner · 5 months

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Coffee shop au Scollace

4.8k words

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Holy shit. Holy shiiiit

Scott really screwed up this time.

He had spent the whole day playing the new Sonic game and completely forgot about band practice today.

Well, he knew in his mind that he should’ve started preparing, but he couldn’t help it. He kept glancing nervously at the clock between levels. He watched the hands slowly tick closer and closer to six o’clock but he figured he’d be able to play at least one more level before needing to leave. Suddenly one level turned into two and next thing he knew, it was fifteen past six.

He slammed his controller down and threw on his shoes clumsily. His heels stuck out and his shoes were lazily tied together but he didn’t have the time to fix it, it was just Kim and Stephen after all, he didn’t have to impress them. He grabbed his coat off the hanger and pushed his scrawny arms through the arm holes a bit rushed.

Scott threw his bass bag over his shoulder and slammed open the door and locked it in a rush before hurrying out.

Of course this would happen to him on the one day he actually needed to do something important. His phone was already blowing up in his pocket, vibrating so much that he was afraid it was going to explode. The snow slushed under his converse as he carefully grabbed his phone out of his pocket, taking a shaky breath to prepare himself to face Kim’s scolding.

Sure enough, there were dozens of missed calls from Kim and angry messages shouting obscenities so foul that Scott winced as if he was actually facing the redhead’s wrath. He dialed her number, shaking his hands in the air to try and heat it up so he could control his hand a bit more.

The phone began to ring and Kim picked up almost immediately. Scott’s life flashed before his eyes a little bit when she started to scream in his ear. “SCOTT,” She screamed, almost bursting his eardrums. Maybe it was a mistake to put her on speakerphone. He carefully pulled the phone far away from his ear as he winced in pain and rubbed the back of his neck to soothe himself.

“Heyyyyy Kim,” He dragged out the greeting in an attempt to sound casual and nonchalant. Keyword, he attempted. He sounded almost pathetic, his voice high pitched and laced with nervous energy. Even he cringed at how the words came out of his mouth.

“Where the hell are you? Practice was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago.”

“Yeah well, you know what they say, it’s better to be fashionably late, right?” Scott chuckled a bit to lessen the tension between them. He could hear her sigh from the other line.

“You completely forgot didn’t you?” She deadpanned, he forgot how easily she could see through him. He was caught.

“Come on, Kim,” He kicked a particularly hard piece of snow. Or was it ice now? Didn’t matter. “I wouldn’t say I forgot, I just lost track of time,” he exclaimed defensively. He didn’t mean to forget, he was just too caught up with the game. So it wasn’t really his fault, right? It’s the game developers’ fault for making the game so addictive.

Scott shook his head to knock some sense into himself. How could he blame Sonic? Sonic did nothing wrong.

“Alright, listen,” he toyed in his mind with the types of responses that would be less likely to get his ass kicked into tomorrow. But knowing Kim, there was no winning either way here. “How about I get us some coffee or something? Stacey works at Second Cup now, I’m sure I can get us a discount. It’ll be on me.”

After a beat of silence, Scott was starting to get a bit anxious about how she would respond. “Fine. Stephen wants his coffee with a few pumps of vanilla and you better get me a cup of whatever holiday drink they have now.”

“Yes!” Scott pumped his hand in the air victoriously. “But if you mess this up, Scott, I promise I will shove my drumsticks so far down your throat that you’ll be tasting my wrath for the rest of your pathetic life,” she threatened him.

Scott shivered and let out a nervous hum of approval before hanging up.

That could have gone smoother.

He sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his parka to warm himself up as he approached the coffee shop. He was lucky it was on the way to practice or else he was sure that he would be dead by now.

The shop was brightly lit and decorated in wreaths that were covered in the show that fell the prior week. It looked as cozy as a chain company can look. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Scott took a hand out of his pockets and opened the door, struggling slightly before realizing it was a pull door. He let out a defeated sigh before stepping into the store. The smell of roasted coffee beans hit his nose all at once which made it scrunch up, it was far too strong.

He walked up to the counter and fumbled with his jean pockets in frustration to try and get his wallet out before ordering. He smiled and looked up to the barista who would be serving him. He expected to see the disappointed face of his younger sister but his eyes widened when he realized he didn’t.

Instead, Scott found himself face to face with a taller male. He looked up a bit to see how this new guy was. Scott doesn’t think he’s ever seen this guy before, but then again he only ever comes when his sister is on the shift. This foreign guy had black hair that reached a little under his ears. He was wearing a warm sweater that had a white button up underneath it. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He seemed to be crossing his arms. His dark eyes were staring at Scott in annoyance.

“Hello? Are you there, guy?” The guy asked, waving a face in front of Scott’s face to get his attention. “Are you going to order or do I have to chase you out with the broom?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly not in the mood to deal with dumb customers. He pointed his thumb back at the broom behind him.

Scott realized he was staring for far too long and he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He let out a nervous chuckle. And started to open his mouth and close it again as he tried to speak but no good words were coming out.

The barista chuckled a bit and put his hands on his hips as he watched the shorter male stumble on his words. “Easy there, guy. I asked for your order, not for the meaning of life.” Scott finally met the gaze of this barista and gulped deeply before starting again.

“Right, yeah, you’re right.” Scott clenched his parka in an attempt to calm the racing of his heart. “One coffee with pumps of vanilla,” Scott started to shift on his heels. He had no clue why it was so hard to stay calm around this new barista. He’s come here thousands of times and has never been this nervous around a new worker. “And another of the uh…”

He scanned the menu in panic trying to find something Kim would like. “What is your best holiday drink?” He asked the barista with an apologetic look written all over his face.

The barista just smirked a bit and responded, “Peppermint macchiato, normally I hate making those things but I think I’ll make an exception for you.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his comment but just nodded his head slowly as he ordered.

“What name should I put for the order?” The barista asked as he rang him up.

“Oh! Scott, the name is Scott,” Scott tried to give him a smile but it was a bit wobbly.

The barista looked Scott up and down a bit before smirking down at him. “Cute name, I’ll get it out for you in a minute, handsome.” With that, he winked at him which confused Scott.

Scott paid for the drinks and leaned against a table awkwardly as he waited for them to be finished being made. He always hated this part of ordering out. He started to think back on what the barista was saying to him.

Maybe he was just being friendly? Scott decided to go with that explanation before his thoughts were interrupted with the barista calling out his name.

As the barista handed Scott his drinks, Scott couldn’t help but look at the name tag on his sweater. Wallace. That was his name, huh? “Oh er, thank you, Wallace! Have a good night,” he waved his hand before running out of the shop and making his way to practice.

Wallace.

Yeah. Scott thinks he could get used to seeing him there more often.

Scott finally got to practice and jiggled the knob with his free hand before he finally got it open and he stepped inside. There he saw his bandmates sitting there messing with their instruments. They turned their heads towards the noise of the door shutting and Stephen’s face lit up at the sight of his coffee. He swiftly grabbed his cup and blew on it before taking a sip of it with a satisfied smile.

Kim, on the other hand, did not look quite as impressed and was not as easily as pleased as Stephen was.

Scott nervously handed Kim her requested drink, hoping the peppermint macchiato that Wallace requested would somewhat make up for his tardiness. She snatched the cup angrily and eyed it carefully before she glared at Scott critically and scanned him up and down. She took a deliberate sip of her drink before looking at the cup and grunting a bit in approval.

"Alright, Pilgrim. You might have just saved yourself from a drumstick-induced demise. But this better not become a habit," she warned, pointing the coffee stirrer at him like a tiny weapon, threatening him a bit before taking another sip.

Scott nodded frantically, relieved that the coffee peace offer seemed to be working. As they settled into their band practice, the tension lifted, and the familiar chords of their music filled the room.

He couldn’t help but stumble over a few cords but he tried to get back on track. There was no way that he could mess up twice in one day and keep his life. Yet, in the back of Scott's mind, he couldn't shake the image of Wallace, the charming barista with the smirk and the wink.

At the end of the song, Scott looked at his bandmates expectantly, waiting to hear what song they wanted to play next. Instead, they were both looking at Scott like he had grown two heads. They have always looked at him a bit weird but this was weird, even for them.

“What?” Scott asked as he gripped his bass closer to his chest. His eyes darted between the two, looking at their strange expressions. “Do I have something on my face?” He exclaimed while covering his face, trying to wipe whatever might be on it off. He was growing anxious by their unusual silence.

“You kind of sucked that last song, man,” Stephen said, biting his lip anxiously and fidgeting with the mic, moving it up and down. “Like we usually suck but not that bad.”

“Sorry guys, I’m just a bit distracted,” Scott mumbled apologetically, messing with the strings on his instrument as he spoke.

Kim let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back against her drum set. "Distracted? Really, Scott? We have a gig next week, and you're 'distracted'? What's going on?"

Scott shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the practice space as if the answers to Kim's questions were written on the walls. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to spill the beans about his encounter with Wallace at the coffee shop.

"So, I was running late because of this Sonic game, right? And I thought I'd make it up by grabbing coffee for everyone. There's this new barista, Wallace. Tall, dark hair, and he's got this... you know…smirky thing going on. Anyway, I got us some drinks, and he called me 'handsome' and winked. Now I can't get him out of my head. But not in a gay way you know. Just like…a confused way.”

Stephen burst into laughter, nearly dropping his guitar pick but he picked it up before it fell. "Dude, you're distracted by a barista? That's the most Scott thing I've ever heard."

Kim rolled her eyes, but a small smirk played on her lips. "Alright, Sonic fanboy, get your head in the game. We've got a gig to prep for, and if you mess this up because of some barista, I swear I'll make you listen to Justin Bieber for a month straight."

Scott gulped, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Okay, okay. I'll focus. No more distractions. Promise."

They continued to practice and it went a lot smoother, mostly out of fear of Kim’s threats. But, Scott couldn’t shake the thought of Wallace away still. He figured it would go away once he went to bed tonight.

Practice ended and Scott sighed and flopped down onto his bed after moving the dirty clothes off of it and onto the floor. He laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling, hands resting on his stomach as he went over the events of the day.

He knew he just had to see Wallace again. He needed to get to know him more.

The morning came and the tall barista was still on his mind. Scott stretched his arms out with a long yawn before deciding to get changed for the day. He zipped up his parka and decided to head back to the Second Cup. He tried to rationalize the reason behind his decision.

It’s just to get a drink.

But even he didn’t quite believe that excuse.

He walked into the second cup and the familiar scent hit his nose as tried to adjust his outfit. He wanted to appear a lot more composed than he was actually feeling at that moment.

His face dropped a bit when he saw his sister behind the counter. She let out an exaggerated groan as she placed her hands onto the counter. She rolled her eyes and placed her hand on her hips.

“Scott, I can’t keep giving you handouts, you’re going to get me fired. Then, guess who really won’t be getting his free shit?” It was way too early in the morning for her to deal with her brother’s antics and it was obvious.

“Come on Stacey, just this once? I really need this today,” Scott begged, gripping harder on the counter. He was squirming around desperately as he looked at Stacey with puppy-dog eyes.

Stacey sighed, relenting a bit at his puppy-dog eyes. "Fine, but this is the last time. And don't let Julie know. She’ll be on my case about giving away free drinks again, and you know how she gets when she’s pissed."

"Deal!" Scott nodded vigorously, already feeling a sense of triumph. He approached the counter, scanning the room for any sign of Wallace. However, when he reached the front, there was no trace of the familiar face.

"Where's Wallace?" Scott blurted out, the question escaping before he could think better of it.

Stacey smirked, catching on to her brother's fascination. Her eyebrow quirked up in amusement "Oh, you mean the new guy? He's on his fifteen minute break. Why? Are you into him or something?"

Scott's cheeks reddened and he put his hands up defensively as he stammered, "What? No, I just... wanted coffee. That's all. Can’t a guy just want a pick me up?"

Stacey chuckled, pouring the requested coffee as she eyed her brother up and down, noticing his nervous fidgeting. "Sure, Scott. Just be careful. He's a flirt. He has a way of getting guys all worked up."

Scott mumbled a quick thanks and was about to walk away before placing his cup down on the counter again. He opened his mouth and closed it immediately before just spitting out what he wanted to say

“Is it ok if I just wait here for a few minutes for Wallace? I just really want to talk to him for a bit, you know. Just to talk,” he repeated that last part as if he was trying to reassure himself. He was hyping himself up more than anything.

Stacey gave him a weird look before shrugging a bit and heading over to tend to another customer. “Sure, knock yourself out, Scott.”

Scott shifted in his seat nervously as he waited for Wallace to finish his break. Fifteen minutes felt so long and he caught himself impatiently checking the time every few seconds. He tried to act casual, glancing around the small coffee shop, pretending to be interested in the decorations that adorned the walls. His mind, however, was more fixated on the barista he was so eager to talk to.

After what felt like an eternity, he spotted Wallace making his way back to the counter, wiping his hands on a cloth that was hanging on his belt. Scott's palms grew sweaty, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. As Wallace approached, their eyes met, and a small smile tugged at the corners of Wallace's lips as he recognized Scott.

"Hey, Scott, right? Back for more, hm?" Wallace teased, his voice carrying a playful tone.

Scott chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, your coffee is... addictively good. You’re really good at your job."

Wallace laughed, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down Scott's spine. He liked the sound of his laugh a lot more than he should. "Yeah, that’s kind of why I got the job. But, I'm flattered. What can I get you today?"

Scott cleared his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment on his chest. He struggled to find a way to articulate his sudden interest. "Actually, I was wondering if you're free after your shift. Maybe we could grab a coffee or something?"

Wallace arched an eyebrow, his playful demeanor turning into genuine interest. He is obviously taken aback at his request. "You asking me out, guy?"

Scott's face turned a shade redder, but he managed to nod. "Yeah, I mean, just as friends. Two guys you know. Going out as friends. Ok, point is..I want to get to know you better."

Wallace smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sure, why not? I could use a nice coffee, nothing here is that great anyway. Meet me here when my shift ends?"

Scott grinned, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him. "Absolutely. I'll be here."

As Wallace went back to preparing drinks, Scott took a moment to savor the victory. A confident smile made its way onto his face. He couldn't believe he'd worked up the courage to ask Wallace out. Now, all he had to do was survive the rest of the day until their coffee date.

Eventually, Wallace’s shift came to an end and Scott was waiting outside the shop for him to come out. His stomach was swarming with butterflies, but he swallowed and pushed it down.

What was he nervous about? It was just a friendly hang out between two guys. It’s not like he asked him out on a date.

Scott's heart raced as he saw Wallace exit the coffee shop. Wallace flashed a warm smile, giving Scott a friendly wave. Scott scurried over to join him by his side. The two began to walk together, the conversation flowing easily as they strolled down the sidewalk.

As they chatted about various topics, Scott found himself enjoying Wallace's company more and more. There was something about the way Wallace spoke and the laughter that seemed to bubble up naturally as they talked that made Scott feel at ease. The coffee hang out turned into a longer conversation, and Scott realized he was genuinely having a great time. His nerves had almost completely disappeared around Wallace.

After a while, Wallace glanced at Scott with a toothy grin. "You know, for a Sonic fan, you're not half bad."

Scott chuckled, appreciating the good-natured teasing. "Hey, Sonic isn’t bad at all! It’s a masterpiece, you have no clue what art is But spending time with you is way better."

Wallace rolled his eyes playfully and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Smooth, Scott. Real smooth."

As they continued to walk and talk, Scott couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about this unexpected connection, it seemed like they were really starting to be friends.

But of course the night had to end eventually. “This is my place, I guess we should call it a night, huh?” Wallace leaned against the doorway slightly, looking at Scott.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess we should,” Scott rubbed the back of his head nervously. He really didn’t want to end the night so soon. He was starting to feel really comfortable around Wallace.

“See you tomorrow at the shop? Around the same time?” Wallace asked teasingly, ruffling Scott’s hair, making it messier than it already was.

Scott grinned, the gesture making him feel giddy. His face felt warm but he decided to blame it on the cold weather. "Yeah, I'll be there. Coffee's not gonna drink itself, right?"

Wallace chuckled, and as Scott turned to leave, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned his head back a bit to see Wallace with a genuine smile on his face.

"I had a great time, Scott. Thanks for today," Wallace said, sincerity in his eyes.

Scott's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his smile. Wallace looked straight out of a fairytale. "Yeah, me too. We should definitely do it again."

With that, Scott walked away, the night air feeling a bit cooler as he replayed the evening in his mind. He had a giant smile on his face as he started to walk home. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Wallace was truly something.

As days and weeks passed, Scott found himself making more frequent trips to Second Cup, strategically planning his visits to coincide with Wallace's shifts. Each encounter left him more intrigued by the flirty barista. The casual banter, the playful winks, it all fueled Scott's curiosity. Each new thing that he learned about Wallace added to the weird feeling in his stomach whenever they talked.

One day Scott opened the doors of Second Cup and as he scanned the shop, brightly colored hair caught his eye.

He didn’t recognize this girl. She must have been a new hire or something. But, he couldn’t seem to look away from her. Her vibrant hair was a stark contrast to the usual atmosphere of the shop. He walked up to her curiously.

He scanned her name tag and saw that her name was Ramona .Scott couldn't help but be drawn to Ramona's unique look, and he found himself struck by curiosity. As he approached the counter, she glanced up, meeting his gaze with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Hey there! What can I get you?" Ramona greeted with a friendly smile.

Caught off guard, Scott stammered a bit before managing to place his usual order. "Uh, yeah, coffee with extra sugar please."

Ramona raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing Scott's flustered state. "Sugary coffee, huh? Is that your secret to staying upbeat?"

Scott chuckled nervously, realizing he was being teased. "Yeah, you caught me. It's my secret weapon against the daily grind."

Ramona laughed, a sound that resonated with warmth. "Well, good choice. Coming right up."

“Thanks, uh by the way, I don’t think I’ve seen you before, are you new here?” Scott asked.

Ramona nodded, adjusting a strand of her vibrant hair. "Yeah, just started. It's been a fun change of pace. Oh, and I'm Ramona, by the way."

They chat for a bit as she makes his order with a smile. As she finishes up she writes her number on the receipt. Scott looks over it with a smile and waves as he walks away from the counter.

Scott’s eyes catch a glimpse of Wallace’s comfy sweater and waves him over with a wide smile. Wallace notices and a smile makes its way onto his face.

“Hey guy, what’s up?” Wallace sits down next to Scott and leans his cheek against his hand.

“That new girl, Ramona just gave me her number, isn’t that great?” Scott grins and shows off the number on the receipt.

Wallace's smile faltered slightly as he glanced at the receipt, his expression turning more strained. "Oh, that's... cool. Good for you, Scott," he replied, the playful tone replaced by a hint of disappointment.

Scott sensed a shift in the atmosphere and frowned, realizing that perhaps sharing this news with Wallace wasn't the best idea. "Yeah, I thought so too. She seems nice."

Wallace shrugged casually, trying to play it off. "Yeah, whatever. People exchange numbers all the time, right?"

Scott hesitated, noticing the change in Wallace's demeanor. "Hey, is everything okay?"

Wallace forced a smile. "Yeah, just another long day in the shop. Enjoy your sugary coffee, Scott. Maybe I'll see you around."

As Wallace got up to leave, Scott couldn't shake the feeling that he had unintentionally stirred up some unresolved emotions. He glanced back at the receipt with Ramona's number, conflicted by the sudden tension in the air.

Ever since Ramona gave Scott her number, Wallace has been avoiding Scott. Every time Scott tries to come up and talk to him, Wallace just makes someone else take his order. Scott’s been missing Wallace a lot but he’s been hanging out a lot with Ramona to distract himself.

She was nice and they meshed really well together, but she wasn’t Wallace. Every laugh they shared ended up reminding of Wallace. It frustrates him a lot.

Today he decided that he had enough and he needed to confront Wallace and find out what was going on. He doesn’t know what made him get in this funk. It just wasn’t adding up to him.

Scott went to Second Cup again and Wallace spotted him immediately. He was about to walk away when Scott grabbed Wallace by the arm and dragged him to the side room.

In the secluded room, Scott looked at Wallace with a mix of frustration and concern. "What's going on, Wallace? You've been avoiding me, and I deserve an explanation."

Wallace sighed, trying to evade the question. "It's nothing, Scott. Just busy with work and stuff."

Scott's patience wore thin, and his frustration bubbled up. "Cut the crap Wallace. We used to be friends, but now it feels like you're avoiding me on purpose. What's the deal?"

Wallace's expression shifted, his eyes reflecting a mix of anger and something else that Scott couldn’t place. "Fine, you want to know? Maybe I'm tired of watching you chase after every person with a pulse. Ramona, seriously?"

Scott's eyes widened in surprise for a second, then narrowed in frustration. "What does it matter to you who I hang out with or talk to? It's none of your business."

Wallace clenched his jaw, his irritation evident. "Maybe I care about you more than you think, which you clearly don’t care about, and watching you flaunt that number around just rubbed me the wrong way."

Scott's eyebrows shot up, surprised by the unexpected revelation. He laughed in anger and disbelief. "Care about me? Wallace, you've been avoiding me for weeks. What am I supposed to think?"

Wallace huffed again, the frustration apparent in his eyes. He pointed his finger to Scot’s chest. "BECAUSE IM FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! Maybe I shouldn't be, but I am. More than I should. Happy now?"

Scott felt a mix of emotions, but beneath it all was a glimmer of realization. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

Wallace looked away, his voice softer, catching his breath from his outburst . "Because it's complicated, and I didn't want to mess up our friendship."

Scott took a step closer, his frustration shifting into understanding. "Wallace, we need to talk about this, not avoid each other. I didn't know you felt this way. Maybe I... maybe I feel something for you too."

Wallace looked back at Scott, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes before parting his lips to protest. Before he could say anything, Scott leaned in, capturing Wallace's lips in a tentative yet meaningful kiss.

As their lips parted, Scott looked into Wallace's eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief in his gaze. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Wallace sighed, his hand gently resting on Scott's cheek. "I was scared, Scott. Scared of ruining what we had."

Scott smiled, brushing his thumb against Wallace's hand. "Well, you don’t have to be scared anymore, alright?��

“Yeah, alright,” Wallace says with a smile, fully tangling their fingers together.

#scollace #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #fluff #coffee shop au #scott x wallace #slight angst #first fanfic #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #ramona flowers #stephen stills #kim pine

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sexynbgfpollhost · 1 month

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Just finished making an LMK animatic (my first one)

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#lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkie kid #mk #father and son duo #sunburst duo #lmk #lego #animatic #first lmk animatic #im sorry #dear theodosia #slight season 4 spoilers #lmk scroll #ink demon #scroll of memory #angst #tripitaka #tang sanzang

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kingdomhate · 6 months

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First Glance (Part Four)

The moment the both of you landed on Tatooine, you were hit by the air-thinning heat and seemingly endless sand. Well, at least now you know why Anakin hates sand. As you both hop out, Anakin leads you into the tiny hut of his house.

Following him, you can see a droid, one that was very obviously unfinished; loose wires, no plates and a very bad paint job, as the droid was a charcoal black. "Oh! Hello there! I'm C-3PO human-cyborg relations." The droid speaks in a sort of Victorian way. Anakin smiles at the droid. "Nice to see you, again." It takes the droid a moment to realize. "Master Ani! It has been so long!" 3PO cries out happily. "Who is this?" The droid inquires, turning slightly to you. "A friend of mine. A close one." You turn to 3PO, smiling warmly. "I'm Y\N. A padawan."

"A padawan? Hello!" Anakin walks into the doorframe, holding your hand to lead you through. "What is it now?" A voice grumbled frustratingly, only to see a man in a wheelchair, no more than fifty, wheeling his chair to the entryway, where you and Anakin stand. "What are- Anakin?" The man questions. "Lars, is that your name?" Anakin says, huffing slightly. "Uh yes. Are you Anakin Skywalker?" The man queried once more. "Yes." Anakin answered simply. "Oh. I've heard of you." He wheels his chair back more and more into the kitchen, looking over his shoulder before gazing back at you both.

"I've come here for my mother, where is she?" Just as Anakin had asked the burning question he had spent nights wondering of, a woman walked in, a woman with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "Cliegg, I-" She stopped short and the sight of you and Anakin, two Jedi trainee's. "Anakin, this is my wife, Aika. Aika, this is Shmi's son, Anakin." Aika nodded slightly, walking closer to her husband. "Hello." She greets softly. Anakin nods and then studies Cliegg once more.

"Where is my mom? And why are you talking about her like that?" Anakin demands, his tone rising slowly. You place a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. "You'd better sit down." Warns Cliegg, motioning to the couple of chairs in front of him. Sitting down directly next to each other, Anakin's eyes, now a piercing blue, stared down Cliegg, sort of like a prey. "When Watto sold your mother, I bought her. We fell in love and got married, and one night, once I was sleeping, Shmi was stolen, taken. I looked and looked and looked, and couldn't find anything, and with my leg and the fact these people could be anywhere, Anakin, I-" Cliegg was interrupted by Anakin's now booming voice. "By who?!"

Aika flinched and gripped Cliegg's shoulder, her eyes darting from Anakin to yours, her blue eyes frightened and startled. Cliegg takes a moment to answer. "The sandpeople." Anakin grits his teeth. You look at Cliegg for a second, "How long has it been since Shmi was taken?" Cliegg takes a sharp breath. "Months." Anakin let's out a low scoff and then heads outside, you take a moment before following him.

Catching up to him, you grasp his hand in yours, and he lets out a low sigh, visibly relaxing. "I don't understand... what would they want with her?" Anakin questions softly, taking you into an embrace. "I don't know." You say in response just as gently. "I have to find her." He announces to you, the determination in his voice evident. "What? Anakin, don't." He breaks away from the hug. "Why not? I don't have the right to find my own mother? To know what happened to her?" His voice cracks slightly, hiding his rage.

"Of course you do! But, what if she doesn't want you to know?" You argue, voice rising as well. "Why wouldn't she want me to?! She is MY mother! You don't even know her." He practically shouts at you, you close your mouth and lean back, completely silent. He sighs audibly and then turns away, running his hands through his hair. You, completely silent, just walks away, back inside. Anakin takes a moment to compose himself, but instead of apologizing, he makes an impulsive decision.

Checking to see if his lightsaber was still on his hip, he hops into his speeder and then zooms away. Hearing the noise, you run to see what it was, at the sight of Anakin zooming away, the feeling brings a strange sense of hurt. What was the point? Of coming here? If Anakin was just going to zoom off from you, as if you had a disease or something?

A\N: Cliffhanger! Part five out tomorrow, and that is supposed to be the falling action of this series, so it may take a bit to make.

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#star wars #fluff #slight angst?#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #hope you enjoy #first glance #series #part four #took me seemingly forever omg #might be a bit bland #sorry

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heraldofcrow · 7 months

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I’m sorry for leaving you.

#hehh #finally #my first attempt at a tiny comic and it’s just cainhurst sibling angst for the millionth time or whatever #as long as my drawings get darker and bloodier i am happy #NEED MORE ANGST AND MORE BLOOD #dark art #bloodborne #lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloody crow of cainhurst #cainhurst siblings #slight vent art #christened in blood #CrowSketch

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wheneclipsefalls · 1 year

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Forever My Babygirl pt.3

Part 2, Part 4

Pairing: 16 yr old Tuk x metkayina male oc

Summary: Tuk's sick state doesn't stand in Teeysal's way. Someone has to take care of her, after all.

A/N: The fact that I can write 24 pages of Ma Neteyam in one week but it takes me three weeks to put together 12 pages for this, blows my mind. I am so sorry this has taken so long. I have really been through a lot trying to figure out what I am doing with this story. I thought I had writers block for so long and then I realized that I have just been holding myself back with the plot. I've been worrying so much about not rocking the boat too much with problems in this story and that has utlimately held the plot back from a lot. I finally feel like I have a grip on this plotline somewhat so I'm excited to share more soon! I hope you enjoy!

Tuktirey felt as if her limbs were made of stones as she lay sprawled across the marui motionless. The teasing flicker of sunlight tickled at her nose and eyelids until she was forced to finally peak her eyes open. Blocking the ray of sunshine with one hand, she lazily rolled onto her other side, ready to succumb to sleep once more.

But then it hit her.

There was sunlight.

Her head spun as she shot into a seated position. Ignoring the searing pain and lagged response in her limbs, she stretched out to pull the flap of the marui apart to see outside. Sure enough the sun was high in the sky and different members of the clan were already busy at work. Tuk let out a sad whine, realizing she had indeed left Teeysal all alone that morning with no explanation as to why she didn’t show.

Hearing the sound from sitting outside the marui, Neytiri turned to see her daughter pouting at the entrance. She quickly shooed the girl inside before joining her.

“My love, you need to lie down.” She softly cooed, ushering the reluctant girl to relax against the sleeping mat. All Tuk wanted to do was find Teeysal and explain but the throbbing throughout her body had different plans that couldn’t be ignored.

“How long has the sun been up?” Tuk questioned, nervous to hear the reply.

“Just a few hours.” Neytiri replied while shuffling together some fruit on a plate for the girl. Looking up to notice her youngest’s distraught look, she added “Don’t worry about the ilus little one. Kiri went out this morning to feed them.”

Grateful that the excuse covered her real reason for anxiety, Tuk tried to smile back at her mother. Neytiri, as always, was the hardest to fool as she could read her children like open books.

“Do not get worked up over it, Tuk. You are sick so your job right now is to focus on getting better. You can start with having some breakfast.” Her mother pushed cut up fruits towards the girl encouragingly. Tuk knew better than to disobey her mother, especially when it involved the health and safety of her children.

“Tsahik will be here later this afternoon to see what is wrong. Till then, I want you to drink lots of water.” Neytiri helped Tuk sit up slowly before placing the wooden cup in her hands.

“I don’t feel too sick, Momma.” Tuk attempted to play off casually while downing the substance. Neytiri rolled her eyes, sending her daughter a doubtful look. Tuk knew what that meant so she went back to drinking every glass of water and fruit her mother pushed her way without complaint. Her eyes began to droop as she sluggishly fiddled with the fruit.

Tuk tried to fight sleep as her mother took the things from her hands and prepared the mat once more, but it was no use once her head hit the makeshift pillow. Neytiri hummed one of her infamous lullabies softly, luring Tuk back into unconsciousness. When Tuk awoke again it was to the sound of hushed voices.

“-too much for her.” Tuk recognized the low rumble of her father’s voice.

“Ma Jake, you worry too much. Ronal will know what is wrong and how to fix it. It is probably something that will go away in a few days.” Foolishly, Tuk blinked her eyes part way open, cutting off the conversation between her parents. Jake quickly moved from sitting back on his haunches to be beside the barely conscious girl.

“Hey there babygirl. How are you feeling?” The world was spinning and her limbs felt like noodles but Tuk did her best to not let it on.

“I think I feel a lot better now. Probably just needed sleep.” Her father frowned, unconvinced. She flinches as his cool hand rested against her burning forehead.

“You don’t feel any better, kiddo.”

“It’s probably just from the blankets.” Tuk kicked the woven material off her legs for emphasis before beaming back at her parents. “I really should get going and catch up since I’ve already missed half a day.”

“Lay down.” Neytiri snapped.

A chill ran through the air at the sound of Neytiri’s stern demeanor. Even Jake shifted slightly under the stern gaze, before sending his daughter a look that warned Tuk now was not the time to push her mother. The sharp edge in the tone had Tuk laying down immediately.

“What has you in such a rush, kid?” Jake questioned, elbow propped on his knee.

Tuk’s brain scrambled for some sort of explanation. The throbbing in her head did nothing to help her cause as she stared blankly back at her parents. Tuk was never considered a good liar and even when she did it was simply for small pranks or chances to do fun stuff with her older brothers. Nothing was ever to this scale of risk.

“I j-just don’t like being cooped up.” She threw in her signature pout that Tuk knew reminded her father of when she was still a little girl. The expression alone had in the past gotten her out of more trouble than she cared to admit.

His gaze visibly softened.

“I know kiddo, but you have to take care of yourself. It will probably only be a few days till you’re better anyways.” His smile was full of affection and comfort but it couldn’t distract Tuk from the dread she felt building in her stomach. A few days, with no explanation for Teeysal. A few days without his charming smile or little jokes that made her giddy inside. A few days without the person that made her snap awake in the morning with a smile on her face.

Tuk lay there sadly as Tsahik worked on the ailments to help her recover before giving a diagnosis. It was a simple sickness but apparently one that had been brought on by a lack of sleep. Ronal said that her body was exhausted and could no longer fight off the virus without the proper energy.

The news had put her parents frantically putting things into place. There was talk of rearranging her chores so that when she was back to full health there would be no need for her to wake up so early anymore. No amount of reassuring words or convincing smiles could change their minds. Tuk could tell Jake was partly worrying so much out of guilt, having come to the conclusions that the nightmares were what was keeping her up at night. Her guilt twisted into a tighter knot at the thought. It became almost dizzying when she thought about what these changes meant for her meetings with Teeysal.

“I don’t want to do this bro.” Ayte groaned, a hand dragging down his face.

“Come one, Ayte! It’s been two days, I need to know what’s going on.” Teeysal begged his friend, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. His turquoise fingers once again subconsciously found the ends of his necklace.

Two days without seeing or hearing from Tuk had put the boy on edge. The first morning that he waited on the shore for her had been nerve wracking but as the time went on he convinced himself that she had simply slept in and forgotten. However, when the results were the same the following morning, doubts and worries started to spiral out of control.

He paced the beach frantically cooking up horrid reasons as to why she wouldn’t come. He ran through all their interactions, trying to detect any reason she may have for shunning him. Nothing came to mind, but a scarier thought came to the forefront of his mind. Jake Sully knew. The man knew and he was about to suffer the consequences of going against his threats.

Teeysal watched for any signs of Jake or Tuk the entire day. When he finally spotted the older na’vi talking to Tonowari his heart sank to his stomach in fear. He longed to hear their conversation but self preservation told Teeysal that it was best to keep his distance.

Jake never made a move to speak to him, in fact he walked past the boy without a glance, but Tuk was never found either. So, curiosity and worry had eaten at Teeysal enough. He had to know what was happening.

“Then put your own tail on the line, not mine.” Ayte hissed back at his friend, but Teeysal could see a glimmer of understanding in those eyes. They were brothers, sworn to look out and help one another, something Teeysal had done countless times for Ayte. He knew sooner or later the stubborn boy would have to come around and help him.

“You know why I can’t do that. For all we know, I would be walking into the end of a shotgun. Jake Sully hasn’t hung an ominous threat over your head. I need this, Ayte.” Teeysal pleaded, gripping his friend's shoulders.

Ayte shot another glance around the corner at the former Olo’ekytan sitting in the distance. The two cautiously watched the male inspect and repair the foreign Sky People weaponry outside the marui. Ayte nervously twitched at the brutal movements Jake completed to snap the two gun pieces into place.

“What’s a shotgun?” Ayte’s voice wavered, eyes still locked on the shiny metal.

Teeysal speedily spun his friend away from the scene. He could feel the hesitation growing in Ayte and looking at Jake Sully was bound to only make it worse.

“Don’t worry about it.” Teeysal shot the other boy a flimsy smile to hush his worries. Maybe it was the way Teeysal had lost the pep in his step the last two days or the doleful look in his eyes that boy carried after coming back from waiting for Tuk again, but Ayte let out a long exhale and nodded.

“I owe you, brother.” Teeysal grinned, clasping the boy on the back.

“Yeah yeah I know.” He grumbled with an eye roll.

“Freaking girls are ruining my life.” Ayte dejectedly grumbled, already on route to have an uncomfortable conversation with Toruk Makto.

With every tentative footstep, Ayte felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. His eyes were incidentally locked to the shiny metal of the mysterious weapon Jake was tending to. Jake worked smoothly with furrowed eyebrows of concentration, checking each part was in good condition. Ayte’s heart raced as he threw one more pitiful glance back to his friend, only to receive a bright smile and double thumbs up.

Only several feet away and still unnoticed by the older male, Ayte sucked in a large breath and pulled the trigger.

“H-hey Mr. Sully.” Ayte’s uneasiness deepened as Jake halted his movements and gave the boy a surprised look. Awkward tension was quick to build between the two.

“Hey kid.” Suspicion lingered in the tone as Jake went back and forth between continuing his inspection and glancing upwards at the younger male.

“How are you doing today…sir?” Ayte fumbled to get out, with a tacked on sir as an afterthought. The confused look Jake sent his way made him want to shrivel in a hole and hide. He swore to make Teeysal pay for this till he was gnawing at his own tail.

“I am fine uh-” Jake searched for the boy’s name with a raised eyebrow.

“Ayte, sir.” The boy quickly supplied.

“Right, Ayte. If you’re looking for Lo’ak he isn’t here right now so…” Jake trailed off awkwardly.

Ayte wished more than anything that he was there for Lo’ak. Looking for the leader of their hunting party would make so much more sense and most likely not have him questioning a protective father about his youngest daughter. He fought the urge to nervously bounce his foot sporadically. Thoughts jumbled into a tangled mess of knots as he searched for some way to reasonably explain why he was there.

“Oh yeah haha thank you, sir. I uh actually was just coming to check in.” His nervous laugh was swallowed by the stiff atmosphere between them. Ayte began to twitch under the blank stare that was returned by the former Olo’eyktan.

The silence was suffocating.

“You lost me, kid.” Jake admitted with a sigh.

The nervous energy came boiling to the surface till Ayte was unable to keep the sputtering of words from flying out in a heap.

“I just mean that I wanted to check in to make sure you and your family are doing alright, sir. A few people noticed that Tuk hasn’t been around for a couple days. Not me, of course. I never notice anything, get very distracted by other random stuff. My dad sometimes says that I need to get my head out of the clouds and into the water where it belongs because there aren’t any fish in the sky. Kind of a silly metaphor if you ask me, b-but also he’s my dad so I would never disrespect him by saying something like that. I-it’s important to listen to parental figures, you know cau-”

“Kid.” Jake’s voice barricaded the train of frantic rambling, finally cutting off the chattering. Ayte felt a chill run down his spine to accompany the slight blush on his cheeks. “You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm.” The mood lightened slightly at the faintest of smiles twitching at Jake’s lips.

“A what?” Ayte titled his head in confusion, perplexed eyes watching the older male closely.

“Forget about it.” A simple wave of Jake’s hand dismissed the comment. With a long exhale he finally laid the machine gun to the side and braced his forearms on his thighs. “What is it you are trying to ask me, boy?”

The unmitigated attention from Toruk Makto lit another spark of anxiety through Ayte’s body but he forced the words out before he would unintentionally start another ramble.

“Tuk hasn’t been out for a few days…?” the end of the sentence died in the humid air. Apprehensive understanding coalesced in Jake’s features, as he did a once over of the boy critically.

“Yeah she’s been sick for a few days. Did you come all the way over here just to ask me that?” Suspicion was quickly being etched into Jake’s expression and the sight shot a pang of fear through Ayte. The urge to run pulled at his planted feet mercilessly. The fear of mysterious shotguns and aneurysms raced through his mind.

“Some of the others were just asking about her. Sorry to disturb you. Have to go, I think I hear my mom calling.” Ayte bolted from the confused father without another word of explanation. Jake furrowed his brows and continued to work on the machine gun, trying to ignore the sneaking intuition that told him something was not right.

“I underestimated the insanity that has overtaken you, bro.” Ayte whispered while watching Teeysal gather the last of the ointment into a small container. Teeysal continued pouring the liquid, teeth going to bite his bottom lip in concentration.

“Tuk has been sick for three days, Ayte. What am I supposed to do? Sit and let her suffer?” He let a curse out under his breath as some of the ointment spilled onto his hand. Teeysal prayed to Eywa that his mother wouldn’t miss the small portion missing as he sealed the container shut.

His body tingled with nerves and excitement at the thought of the stunt he was about to pull off. The restless night before was spent tossing and turning, muling the idea over in his head till sleep consumed him. There were risks undoubtedly but Teeysal decided that he was tired of acting out of fear. Their relationship, whatever it was, had difficulties and trials, but the male did not want to look back on this time and see that anxiety had ruled his actions.

“She’s not dying, Teeysal. She’ll be back feeding the ilus and running off to your little rendezvous before you even notice.” Ayte reassured him.

Teeysal scoffed at the assumption, pinched eyes telling the other male he was not buying the story one bit. He was past the point of noticing. Worrying ate at his thoughts every time he came back from the hunting trips to find no sign of her cheerful smile on the beach. A tight cord wrapped around his heart when he reminisced the mornings they spent together laughing and teasing one another. The way her hair would fly messily in the wind before he managed to tackle her off the ilu once more, maintaining his winning streak. The small dimples that would form in her cheeks as she studied the small crabs that littered that beach.

“I need to take care of her.” He resolved, attaching the container to the strap of his loincloth. Saying the words out loud made the sense of responsibility swell greater in his chest. What type of suitor, or na’vi, would he be if he did not prove his ability to look after and protect a mate?

“Oh jeez, you are too far gone, that is for sure.” Ayte’s resigned expression was all the confirmation Teeysal required before they headed off to the Sully marui.

The two boys watched the marui from their hiding spot diligently. It would only be a matter of minutes before the rest of the family would be off to meet with Tonowari and Ronal, information that had only been supplied to them by a luckily overheard conversation between Ao’nung and Lo’ak. Tuk would be alone for the first time in days, the perfect time to check in.

Excitement coiled in Teeysal’s chest as they spotted Jake and Neytiri finally exit the pod. It took a grip on his shoulder from Ayte to hold him in place till the parents were completely out of sight. He rolled his eyes at his friend as he promised to keep watch for the love sick fool. Teeysal took one more steadying breath before gently parting the closed flaps of the marui.

Blankets and makeshift pillows were wrapped and gathered haphazardly around her sprawled limbs as Tuk’s chest rose and fell softly with each breath. The coil around his heart tugged tighter at the sight of her messy hair framed around her delicate sleepy face. Closing the flaps behind him, he considered letting her sleep but the likelihood of another opportunity like this presenting itself was low. Hesitant hands reached out to shake her softly.

The motion did nothing to stir Tuk, only soft murmurs leaving her lips in acknowledgement. Kneeling down next to her, Teeysal tried again but to no avail.

“Tuk,” The hesitant whisper to deaf ears. “Tuktirey, wake up.” The louder voice was accompanied by firmer shakes to the girl's small frame.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, expression a mix of dazed exhaustion until those golden eyes caught sight of the blue ones peering down at her. Teeysal’s heart beat loudly against his ribcage as he saw realization settle in her features.

“Teeysal!” Tuk shot upwards only to have the room around her start to spin.

“Woah woah hey, careful there.” Teeysal gingerly steadied the girl with large hands on both her biceps. Ocean blue eyes flicked across her expression painted with worry as Tuk swayed from side to side. “Do you need to lay down?” Tuk was quick to shake her head no before shifting herself into a fully seated position.

“You’re here!” Sparks ignited across his skin at the sight of Tuk’s vibrant smile. He missed that smile more than he could express. The notion had his confidence bolstering.

“Of course I’m here, I have to make sure you are alright.” Instinctively, his larger hand reached out and tenderly cupped Tuk’s cheek. Their eyes met in response to the contact and Teeysal was about to retreat the hand, but something shifted.

Tuk’s four fingered hand came to hold his in place lightly. Her lips turned up into a bashful smile as she leaned into the intimate touch. Hope flared exuberantly in his chest. Every source of contact with the girl sent his nerves a shot of electricity.

“Thank you.” Tuk’s fragile voice held a certain tenderness that he had never heard from her before.

His spiral of thought centered down into the prospect of his feelings being returned. Perhaps he was not just a lovesick fool with a crush, but a fool who was actually in love. In love with the voice and countenance that brought light to his rainy days. In love with the girl that was simply sunshine personified.

The heat beneath his hand sent a pang of concern through him as he moved his palm to lay over her forehead instead. The burning heat that radiated from the spot made his jaw clench slightly. No wonder she hadn’t left the pod in days.

“You’re burning up, Tuk.” He tsked, flipping the hand over to make sure the effect was the same on the other side.

“It’s not as bad as it seems.” She promised the fretting na’vi, moving his hand away from her forehead. Drowsiness was still evident in her lethargic movements despite her smiles that sought to cover up her sickly state. Hair sticking up in every which direction and form trembling, it was hard to not see the pain the poor girl was in. Teeysal ached to scoop her in his arms and care for her until those ailments disappeared.

“I brought this for you.” He handed over the small container of blue ointment. “My mother makes this ointment at the healer’s tent, insists on me applying it whenever I’m sick. Apply it to your neck and it will help soothe you into a deeper sleep.”

Tuk examined the bottle, before layering her head against her tucked knees, intently watching the Metkayina boy before her. His skin tingled at the undivided attention.

“Thank you.” She whispered, entranced by the blue-eyed-boy in front of her. A comfortable silence fell between them, but then Tuk frowned suddenly. “Teeysal?”

“Yes?” Apprehension tugged at him as he studied her sudden solemn expression. The picking at her nails confirmed her nerves.

“My parents are moving my responsibilities around. I’m supposed to feed the ilu dinner instead of breakfast so that I can,” Tuk paused with a dramatic eye roll, “sleep in”. The words were accompanied by frustrated air quotes, indicating her parents' words.

Delayed emotion filled his chest.

“Oh.” Teeysal absent mindedly muttered. Tuk was quick to shift to her knees.

“It’s ridiculous really! Tsahik said that I’m sick due to lack of sleep and then my dad got super paranoid about it, thinking it had to do with my nightmares-”

“Nightmares? What nightmares?” His chest tightened at the thought of the bubbly girl having nightmares. She had never mentioned the troubles before. It was hard to believe that any true horrors could be beheld by someone with such a light countenance.

“Oh it’s nothing.” He didn’t miss the way her shoulders hunched and eyes dropped to the ground at the subject. An illogical part of him reprimanded himself for not being there to comfort the girl. His fingers twitched, holding back the desire to reach out and cup her face again. “My parents are just kind of sensitive about it and they thought that moving my assignment around would keep me from having to wake up at dawn. I’ve been trying to talk them out of it, but a tree listens better at this point!” Teeysal held back a coo at her pouting.

A bitter melancholy tried to steer his emotions at the news, but Teeysal shoved the upheaval into an invisible box and set it to the side. He tried to placate the dread by promising himself to figure out the predicament later. He would find a way for them to meet, one way or another. The small sniffles broke the contemplation immediately.

“Oh Tuk, don’t cry it’s ok.” The somber tears gliding down her cheeks made the boy’s heart clench and brain fire off at a hundred miles per hour. Thoughts crashed into one another frantically, looking for the right words to say.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t cry.” The back of Tuk’s hands hastily wiped at the tears as she turned her face away from the boy. The blanket fell away as she concealed herself from the scene out of embarrassment. Teeysal instinctively rested his hand on her striped shoulders, trying to urge her to return.

“You don’t need to apologize for crying, Tuk. Can you please turn around? I want to see your pretty face.” The last phrase rolled off the tongue without permission along with the delicate drag of his knuckle down her cheek. Tuk’s eyes sparkled with tears but the timid smell that graced her lips lifted the mood slightly. Teeysal accepted the small success. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

Uncertain amber eyes twitched across his features, searching for some sort of hidden message, one that Teeysal could not quite figure out. Her lips parted, words hot on the end of her tongue but they died off as she quickly shook her head before concealing her face in her hands. Tuk curled in a tight ball, the boy raised an eyebrow in bewilderment.

“I can’t.” Her muffled reply came.

“No, come on. You can’t leave me hanging like that. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Hands still holding her shoulders, he leaned in close, soft words working to coax Tuk’s face out of her barricading legs.

“It’s too embarrassing.” Her suppressed voice insisted.

Curiosity lit within him, egging on his determination.

“Too embarrassing, huh?” He mused, leaning back thoughtfully. “How about this? I will make you a trade. I tell you something embarrassing about me in exchange for your supposedly mortifying problem.” The tentative eyes peeking over her knees was confirmation enough for him.

“Hmm okay let’s see, what would be a good one?” Teeysal thought out loud, playfulling tapping his chin in a feigned pondering expression. Half of her face cautiously revealed itself as curiosity took over. “Oh! I have one.” He readjusted himself, mentally preparing to sacrifice his dignity for the cause.

“A few years ago, the details of my age at the time is unimportant, I was dared by some of my friends to try and jump an ilu over the rock wall at south beach. Being young and dumb as I was, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Teeysal rolled his eyes thinking back on his own stupidity.

“Did you make it?” Interest laced into her golden eyes, leaning forward in search of a response.

“Oh yeah I made it,” He scoffed. “Only then to get my foot stuck in a net at the saddle, then with the ilu spooked by the death defying jump he bucked me off and dragged me through the water by the net. When my foot finally got loose I skid right up onto the beach and into the deboning station. It covered me head to toe, along with leaving the lovely lingering smell of fish guts for weeks.”

Rapid giggles erupted from Tuk’s chest that she quickly tried to smother with a hand to her mouth. Teeysal's own laugh mingled with hers, mortified but happy to see her state much improved.

“It’s ok, you can laugh. It was pretty idiotic.” He assured the girl as she continued to try and stifle the giggles. The only evidence of her tears were the soft tracks that had dried along her cheeks. The air lightened with the sound of laughter.

“Boys are so stupid!” Tuktirey claimed, amusement swimming in her golden orbs.

“I know, but it sure keeps things interesting.” Teeysal stifled another laugh at the eye roll the small Sully girl sent his way. He wondered what type of ‘stupid’ things she witnessed her brothers doing over the years. It was hard to imagine knowing the leaders in such an intimate way that their ridiculous stories were one you could witness and tell.

“Okay, come on now. I shared mine now it’s your turn. What’s got you down?” The fleeting laugh vanished as Tuk trapped her bottom lip between her teeth nervously. It felt unnatural to see the girl so nervous, reminding him only of the time she gifted him the necklace. The unique reaction had his brain stirring up various problems that could have her in such a state.

“It sounds kind of ridiculous now.” Her doe eyes found the marui floor once more, picking at the woven blanket scratching her feet.

“Nothing is more ridiculous than the story I just told you. I promise I won’t laugh.” Teeysal fingers dragged an x pattern over his chest, crossing his heart. It was one of the many things Tuk had taught him about Sky People customs from her constant ramblings. No sign of ease fell over the girl at the promise but she timidly went to speak anyways.

“It’s just that I really like spending time with you, and I don’t want that to change.” The floor continued to peak her interest as she stared down at it while speaking. His eyebrows curtained together, slightly confused by her bashfulness at something already established.

“I like spending time with you too, Tuk.” His words snapped the girl upright, face painted in frustration.

“No! That’s not what I mean.” Exasperation tugged at her tone, furthermore confusing him. “I’m trying to say something else.” Head thrown back, Tuk let out a groan. Teeysal was atloss for words. Sometimes girls talked in riddles that he couldn’t decipher, and he realized this was the prime example.

The small outburst ceased, Tuk abruptly coming to a decision.

“Ok I know this will sound weird but I need you to close your eyes.” She sternly stated.

“What? Why?” She simply restated the request, small four fingered hand coming to shut his cerulean eyes herself. Teeysal obeyed, feeling antsy with the lack of vision. Only the sound of gentle ocean waves and Tuk’s soft sigh could be heard.

“I know this may seem kind of selfish, but I don’t want to stop spending time with you because I like you. But in like a special way. A way that has my stomach twisting in knots when you smile at me.” Teeysal’s heart skipped a beat, eyes peeking open subconsciously.

“Keep your eyes closed!” She squealed, hands shutting them again. “I can’t do this when you bat those blue eyes at me.” A giddy smile yanked at Teeysal’s lips relentlessly.

“Sometimes looking at you makes me lose my train of thought. It’s honestly not fair how pretty you are, but I guess that’s my point. You make me feel this special way and I don’t know if I can go without it, without you.” Elation quickly built in his soul. Thoughts ran faster than he could compute them, everything was a swimming pool of excitement and shock at her confession.

“My dad thinks you are trying to court me.” Teeysal’s eyes tentatively open, relieved to find no protest from Tuk this time. His vision was filled with the small girl clutching her knees, apprehensively looking back at him. There were so many things he wanted to say, a million ways he could string together a confirmation of reciprocated feelings, but only one slipped out.

“He’s not wrong.” Three words that said little but meant so much. Innocent eyes blinked back at him, glimmers of hope reflecting in them. The air was thick with unsaid words, emotions still waiting to be expressed.

“Tuk,” his hand naturally found purchase on her cheek once more. “I’ve been crazy about you for months. Every day I wake up and the first person I yearn to see is you, and that hasn’t been a recent development. Ayte is sick of hearing me gush about you.” Teeysal felt as if the air was suffocating him, but Tuk drank in every word. “Yeah your dad’s right, I have been trying to woo you because I think you are the most beautiful radiant full of life girl I have ever met.”

Bursts of rosy pink dusted Tuk’s cheeks, accentuating the shy smile working its way along her lips. His thumb fondly caressed the ebbing pink of her cheeks. To his delight, the action only brought more of that heat to the surface. Endearment seeped into his chest.

“They’re just red from being sick.” Tuk sheepishly defended her burning cheeks, hands draped over them to block the boy’s view. A flirtatious confidence bloomed in Teeysal at the sight of her bashful emotions. A sense of pride that he was the cause of the tinted cheeks. Just as he was about to comment on the lame excuse, he noticed the trembling in her shoulders.

The sun was quickly setting into eclipse, painting a faint glow on Tuk’s skin through the gap in the marui flap. The glowing light illuminated the fierce shaking that was overtaking her small body as her hands moved to hug herself in defense. Worry quickly washed away amusement.

“Just a little cold.” Her nonchalance was damaged by the chattering of her teeth, sending the words into a vibrating mess.

“A little cold? You’re shaking, Tuk!” Teeysal sternly corrected. Protective concern overrode embarrassment and hesitancy as he quickly offered a solution. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.” His arms splayed wide, welcoming her in.

To his surprise, Tuk did not hesitate to accept the offer. With only a little bit of coaxing she was perched on his lap, ear pressed against his chest. Her form fit daintily against his own, completely enwrapped in his embrace. Teeysal fought to focus on creating friction with his hands against her arms for heat and not the small weight pressing down on his legs or the close proximity of her chest against his own.

Her trembling vibrated against his chest but he was sure it was nothing in comparison to the sky rocketing heartbeat Tuk must’ve felt against her ear. However, a certain calm began to fall over him as he inhaled her scent of fragrant flowers mixed with salt water. It lured him into security along with her breaths that were slowly evening out. Fondness grew as Tuk would occasionally nuzzle her face deeper into the turquoise skin. Small hands clung lightly to his sides and the extra contact spread a heated shiver down Teeysal’s body.

The calm breeze played wistful melodies as it danced across their intertwined bodies. Darkness slowly overtook the light until glowing freckles became the contrasting illumination in the marui. The deep breaths mingled together as Teeysal switched to tracing patterns along Tuk’s stripped back. The small girl melted into the touch, arching further and further into his strong arms.

Teeysal let out a long exhale, the feeling of peace washing over him. Something inside of him knew this was right. It felt natural to hold her, to feel her breath match his own. He yearned for the moment to last forever. One look down at Tuk and he found her lost in a tranquil sleep, small puffs of air leaving her lips. A protectiveness stirred stronger inside of him. Tuktirey was so small and so trusting. For a moment he could understand why the men in her family were so careful with her fragile heart.

Hairs tickled his cheek as he leaned down to place an affectionate kiss on her temple.

He would be careful too, Teeysal decided. Her heart would be safe with him.

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