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your-local-bnha-writer · 4 years

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cookie deliveries | shoto todoroki

pairing | todoroki x reader

word count | 1707

warning | a couple swear words lol

genre | fluff wOW so original

a/n | I was bored, and I was attracted to Todoroki, need I say more? also lol i got this from a prompt here neighbour au

gif by @rattios

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You look at the mountain of assignments on your desk and sigh. Everyday, more and more work has been piling up. It was getting too much so with a huff you walked over to your kitchen and pulled out your phone looking up recipes for chocolate chip cookies.

Finally finding a reliable recipe you grabbed the ingredients and got to work.

Eventually you finished a dozen cookies and wondered what you were going to do with all of them, when you suddenly remembered your neighbour.

Shoto had moved in 6 months after you did, he was quiet, a little intimidating but minded his own business. Though, occasionally you heard shouting from a gruff voice telling him to 'die you half and half bastard!'

You shrugged it off because he seemed fine when you went out to check your mail. He seemed kind enough and didn't bother you. Yet, you wanted to know more, what was going on with your reserved neighbour?

One day the workload was unbearable, deciding to bake more cookies you realized you made too many. An idea popped up in your head and you made your way to Shoto's front door with a bag of snickerdoodle cookies.

"I made too much, take some," you shove the cookies to his chest and he looks at you surprised. There was a pause.

"Uh, thank you? What was your name again?" He asked scratching his head and slowly took the cookies in his hand.

You thought about his question, did I not tell him my name? You came to the conclusion that he simply forgot, you introduced yourself -again- and pointed to where you lived at which he nodded at.

"I see, I'll...see you sometime then," he coughs awkwardly and you could feel the tension quickly rethink your decision with giving him cookies in the first place.

"Yep, I'll catch you later," your lips press into a line and you swiftly walk away back to your own apartment.

Ever since that encounter you've given him cookies and other sweets whenever you stressed-baked. He always accepted, never once turning it down, perhaps he was too shy to speak up.

As more time passed you two eventually got more relaxed around each other, sometimes even participating in small talk here and there. Although, he was still a stranger to you. Your occasional cookie deliveries weren't enough, you needed more.

Arriving at his door you raise your hand to knock but couldn't bring yourself to it. Huffing at yourself you felt your chest sink. You couldn't help but yearn for more interactions, longer ones with Shoto. He might be very awkward and not one to engage in much conversations with random neighbors, so why was he so intriguing to you?

"Did you need something?" A deep voice asked from behind you. You hesitantly turned around to meet his mixed matched ones, you tried not to stare.

"Oh, Shoto. I didn't realize you were out," you giggle hoping he didn't hear the edge in your voice.

"I just wanted to drop off some more cookies," you state and hand him the bag. He blinks at you before taking the cookies and giving you a warm smile.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he thanks you with a slight bow, although you thought that was a bit much, you didn't say anything.

"Haha, no problem," you laugh and turn to head back to your own place.

"Y/n," he calls out and it was hypnotizing. Your body moved faster than you could think, and within seconds you were facing him once again.

"Why is it that you bake me cookies?" He questions and you pause to think back to your first encounter with him.

"Well I bake when I'm stressed, but I make too much for myself so I give them to...uh you I guess," you reply with a small shrug of your shoulders and you could only hope he didn't question why you chose him specifically.

However, he seemed satisfied with your answer with a quick nod he waved goodbye and headed into his home. You smiled and waved back.

The next day, more work and the next day and the next and so on and so forth. You were losing your mind, rolling your shoulders that were tight, you stood up and stormed to your kitchen for the 3rd time that week. More cookies.

You practically memorized this recipe and moved with ease grabbing each ingredient and utensil like how the river flows smoothly.

This time you didn't stop at a dozen, you made more. The stress was eating you up and you needed it out of your body instantly.

Finishing up the last batch you sighed softly feeling your once right joints loosened up. Packing up the cookies into a basket since a bag was too small you strolled over to Shoto's home and knocked on his door, without hesitation this time.

You didn't expect a green haired boy to greet you, and you certainly heard the loud voice that had been screaming at Shoto's apartment all this time.

"The fuck did you say?! I'll kill you!" It shouted and the boy in front of you sweatdropped.

"Kachaan! Do be quiet, will you?" He sighs and turns back to you.

"Hi sorry about him he could be a little loud, I promise we'll keep him in check. Did you need something?" He asks and tilts his head.

"O-Oh! Is Shoto here?" You ask flustered. The boy smiles and calls for Shoto before telling you to wait at the doorstep.

Moments later Shoto comes out greeting you politely.

“More cookies I see,” he laughs and gives you a sly grin making you embarrassed.

“Yeah, y-you don’t have to take them if you want!” You say straight away, not wanting to force him to take your dozens of desserts but he waved you off and took the basket in your hand.

“No it’s okay, they’re delightful,” he replies, giving you a soft smile that made your insides flutter.

“Are you sure? I can take them back if you want, you really don’t have to do this,” your face heating up.

“I insist, don’t hesitate to give me more of your sweets, I like them,” he simpers and with a nod along with a quick goodbye you were off.

Now, you would deliver Shoto cookies at least twice a week. But those deliveries became more frequent and the stress was getting too much for you to handle, Shoto noticed that.

How could he not? He’s received so many cookies from you his friends are starting to question why.

“They’re from my neighbour, the one that came over that one time,” he told Deku as he ate the remains of the sweet treat.

“They’re delicious! You’re so lucky to have them as a neighbour,” he replied and Shoto blushed.

Oh he was lucky, he was very lucky indeed. Not only were you extremely gorgeous and were very kind despite being strangers, but you made him cookies? I think that’s a win-win.

Though, you did only make cookies because you were stressed, and the size of the deliveries only grew as time passed, Shoto started worrying.

Every time you came by the amount of cookies increased and he noticed you looked disheveled. He tried asking you about it but you brushed him off, telling him not to worry about it.

The next time you came to his place he stopped you.

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern in his eyes while grabbing your shoulders staring into your hues.

You smile brightly and put your hand over his, take a deep breath.

“No I’m not, Sho I’m going insane there’s so much work, it’s piling up,” you deadpanned with a crazed look into your eyes.

Shoto blinks at you and pulls you into his apartment, sitting you down on his couch.

“Sho, what?” You ask but he walks away leaving you. Looking around you spot the basket of cookies on his coffee table along with crumbs surrounding it.

“C’mon, we’re watching a movie, eating your delicious fucking cookies along with ice cream, and getting your mind off of those things,” he comes back with his laptop and a large blanket.

He spreads the blanket over you and hands you the basket of cookies plus ice cream. Shoto sets up the movie and slips under the covers with you.

You look at him in awe not knowing what to do, he turns to you.

“Hm?” He hums in confusion.

“Why’re you helping me?” You chuckle at the situation making him bashful.

“You’re always making me cookies, I wanted to do something nice for you as well,” he mumbles and turns away in embarrassment.

Catching onto his actions you put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you smile softly, as Shoto nods.

The next morning you and Shoto were found entangled together on his couch, surrounded by blankets while his laptop lay abandoned.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Izuku, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their hardest not to wake you and Shoto up while they munched on the spare cookies.

“Hm, never thought Shoto would end up with someone,” Kirishima states tilting his head the yours and Shoto’s sleeping figures.

“Right? I thought he would die alone, never interested in anyone,” Denki chuckles as Izuku tried to shut him up.

“Shut up,” Shoto mumbles sleepily.

“What’re you guys doing here?” He opens one eye lying still, careful not to wake you up.

“Izu said you had cookies,” Eijirou grins and takes another bite.

“Go away,” Shoto grumbles, making you stir in your sleep. All four boys stood still and Shoto prayed to god you wouldn’t wake up.

Once you stop, Shoto glares at the others and whispers a soft ‘leave’ making the guys laugh.

“Have fun Sho,” Denki winks and quietly closes his apartment door.

“Sorry about that, darling,” Shoto sighs and runs a hand through your hair. You only smile and snuggle into him more. Who knew this whole thing started because of stress baking?

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stargirlrchive · 6 years

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Time Apart p.1/2

(sirius black x reader) : part 2

notes: lily & james got married at the age of 24 but still had harry at the age of 21, just so you know and aren’t confused lol. i had so much fun writing this! i already have part 2 done, its super short compared to this one but i love it! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i did

masterlist ; prompt list

warnings: like a swear word lol ; drinking?? (gif isn’t mine)

word count: 2245

The nerves began bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I took in the decorations of the hall where the wedding was taking place. A part of me, a huge part of me, wished I had not shown up and just went on with my life.

I hadn’t spoken to any of them since my breakup with Sirius and the whole reason I was seeing them again was like a slap in the face. A long and committed 4 year relationship that ended because he didn’t picture our future the way I had, there was no wedding, no children involved, and no grandchildren. It was always a no, and as much I tried to stick through it because I loved him, I couldn’t.

So when I received the invitation for the Potter-Evans wedding I fought with myself a lot to even consider showing up. Then it was the need to find someone to go with, because I was not going to show up alone and face the person I had not gotten over yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So I was cautiously looking out for Frank, Alice wasn’t going to be able to make it and they both decided that I needed Frank more than she did at the moment. A hand gripped my forearm lightly and I was met with bright green eyes and a sigh of relief left me,

“Merlin I didn’t think you were going to end up coming. I would’ve just gone home and known this was a bad idea. You know what maybe I should go home because this is a ba-“

“You’re rambling, and it’s not a bad idea. You need to at least see him once. Or at least let him see you, see what he’s missing and that you’re doing fine.”

“That or he’s going to see that I miss him and that I’m not doing fine. Or I’m going to see that he’s doing perfectly fine, without me.”

“Maybe that’s what you need, (Y/N).”

I had nothing left to say and I gripped his forearm tightly,

“Don’t let me do anything stupid, or leave me alone with him.”

“I’ll do my best.”

He began walking towards a table in the center of the room, my hand around his forearm and I had never been so grateful for Frank than at this moment. He would send me small reassuring smiles that eased the tension I was feeling by a whole lot.

Right when I felt all the tension leave me, right as we were approaching our table, a loud voice boomed from behind us and the nerves and tension had entered my body once again, it was Sirius.

“Frank!”

“Go talk to him, I’ll get to the table.”

Before Frank could say anything I removed my hand from his and quickly walked to the table we were going towards, my hands instantly began flattening out my dress. A nervous habit of mine that I wanted to stop.

It seemed to be that fate was against me as the messy haired groom stopped me, his eyes scanning over me until he wrapped me up in a huge embrace. It was so much that I felt my eyes sting slightly, I missed them so much.

Before I even knew it I had hugged him back just as tightly.

“Merlin you disappeared on us, I thought you weren’t going to show up today.”

“James we’ve been friends since we were two, I wouldn’t miss your wedding day.”

“Best friends, and I don’t know! You swore I’d never be able to get rid of you and I didn’t see you for almost two years.”

“It was only a year and a half, and well I needed some time. But I’m back! How do I look?”

He grabbed my hand and twirled me around, as soon as my back was facing him my eyes caught the steely grey ones that I had walked away from moments ago and my stomach tightened slightly.

“As great as ever! Now come over here and meet my wife.”

A laugh left me as James pulled me along happily towards Lily and Harry,

“You do know that I know Lily right? I went to school with her, shared a dorm room and all of our life long secrets. Does that ring a bell?”

The snort that left his throat reminded me of that phase when he was 7 that every time he laughed he made it a point to snort, it was a weird time for us.

“Obviously! But now she’s my wife! Can you believe it?”

“Actually, yes. I’ve said it since our 3rd year that she was going to be the one you spent the rest of your life with.”

The blush that had bloomed on his face had me smiling, they were so in love it was beautiful.

The quite gasp that left Lily as she saw that it was me had my chest tightening again, Harry looked so much older yet still so small. I had missed so much.

I was quickly brought into another tight hug and began catching up with Lily, Remus and I later had a similar conversation. All of them ending in me swearing I’d hang out with them soon and that I would keep in touch and not disappear on them again.

I had managed to avoid Sirius the whole night, or rather he was making it quite easy to avoid him because he wasn’t seeking me out. Except for the heavy staring and long awkward eye contact that he refused to break.

I had Harry sat on my lap and Frank to my right as I blew raspberries all across the infants cheeks, the loud burst of giggles had the smile permanently on my face.

“I want one of these, Frank. You and Alice have another one and let me have it.”

“Or you could have one of your own?”

My eyes narrowed at him slightly, “Ok Frank, sure! With who?”

“With me.”

My eyes snapped towards the broad figure in front of me and my eyes narrowed even more,

“Funny. You’re just as annoying as I remember.”

Without meaning my voice oozed with sarcasm and the frown on Sirius’ face made my chest tighten slightly.

He quickly schooled his features again and pulled the stool out from besides me, Harry instantly making grabbing motions towards his godfather. He took him from me quickly and sat besides me.

His legs rubbed against mine and a small shiver ran down my back, Harry began pulling the curls that weren’t up in the bun Sirius had his hair in and Harry giggled loudly as Sirius let out a slight grunt.

I met eyes with Frank and he sent me a small smile, motioning towards the open bar which I nodded rapidly at.

“Frank you’re going to the bar? Could you get (Y/N) and I two shots of Fire-Whiskey?”

“I was going to go with him actually.”

“We have things to talk about about actually.”

Frank looked between the two of us and walked away, ignoring the heavy glare I was throwing his way. So much for not letting me talk to him.

“What are you playing at, Black?”

“Ouch, I’m reduced to Black?”

“From 1st to 4th year that’s what I called you, why do you sound so shocked?”

“Why till 4th, is that when you realized you were in love with me?”

“No. It’s when I realized James saw you in his life permanently and it would be easier for him if his best friends got along. I didn’t realize I felt anything towards you until after you bugged me and literally ruined the date I was on.”

“It was with my younger brother!”

“I was helping him out!”

He huffed quietly and began rocking the droopy eyed baby in his arms, his eyes getting smaller and smaller with each bounce.

“You never came back.”

I bit on my lip softly as I began picking at my dress, I couldn’t look at him.

“What did you expect?”

“Not that the next time I would see you would be a year and half later.”

“I had told you, that I couldn’t do that any longer. I couldn’t just keep being with you when I wanted more. When I wanted kids and a whole life with you.”

“And I just wanted you, was that so bad? The question is was I not enough for you? That you needed all these other things in your life to make you happy?”

“It’s because I loved you and you made me so happy that I wanted all those things. It was so hard seeing Lily and James, and Frank and Alice, starting their lives together with beautiful growing families and knowing that you didn’t see anything like that with me. I just wanted more of you and I was never going to get it. And I held back so many times, saying it was the war that was going on, but it wasn’t. It ended and you still didn’t want to start any type of family with me. Merlin you would flinch at the idea of moving in together.”

He sighed quietly and brushed Harry’s hair from his face. The small child was sucking on his thumb as he slept.

“I was scared. That you’d realize I wasn’t the person you’d want all that with. Then you just left. You never came back and you stayed away.”

My lip trembled softly as his hand laid on my arm softly,

“Look at me, please.”

Frank returned before I could make up my mind to look at him and I downed the shot of Fire-Whiskey quickly, ignoring the sting of the liquor and Sirius’ stare.

“I need more to drink.”

I quickly made my way toward the open bar and ordered myself something to drink.

I had drank my 3rd shot when a hand placed itself on my upper back, drawing my attention all to him.

“I don’t have Harry anymore. Can we go somewhere and talk? You can yell at me if you’d like to.”

The small smile that played on his lips had me nodding, his fingers were quick to tangle in mine but I pushed his hand away.

“You said talk. Not hold hands.”

His eyes glimmered with hurt and I wanted to shut myself up and hold him, but I stood my ground and he nodded once again and began leading the way outside the hall.

The worried glances Remus, James and Frank sent my way had my stomach dropping, I was going to end up hurt, but I couldn’t stop myself from following him.

He sat down at a bench that was far enough that the music sounded muffled and distant, his coat was instantly removed and around my shoulders.

“Did you really think I didn’t want a life with you, (Y/N)?”

“That’s what you showed me.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yes it is. You asked if that’s what I really thought and yes it was. What you showed me and how you went on about our relationship showed me all of that and made me believe you didn’t want a life with me.”

“That night, the night you didn’t come back confused me. We fought about you wanting a future and family with me, and you didn’t come back. You called it a breakup but I never considered it that.”

“Then why didn’t you look for me? That’s all I wanted Sirius, was a letter from you. Anything, letting me know that you wanted whatever it was we were doing, and I never got that from you.”

By now the tears that I had held in over the past year and a half were flowing freely, I could see the streaks of tears down Sirius’ face as well and a part of me felt better. Maybe it was the selfish part of me that didn’t want to go through this alone and now I knew I hadn’t.

“I thought you were coming back, and when I realized you weren’t I was so scared and shocked that I had ruined everything I couldn’t bring myself to go to you. To explain or ask for forgiveness. And I tried so hard pushing what we went through behind me because I thought that’s what would be best for the two of us, what we both needed, and it was easy for awhile, pretending that you and I didn’t have a life going for us. It eased the pain I thought of when you came into my mind because I didn’t want to remember you that way. Not with that word because you never caused me pain, you were the reason it went away. Then you walk into the room tonight and it’s like the wind was knocked out of me. I felt like a hundred brooms hit me all at once because I had let you go, I hadn’t fought for you, for us. I’m just sorry. Merlin knows I’d take it all back and start a family with you as soon as possible because this past year and a half has been miserable.”

Sirius’ fingertips began tracing my hand and fingers, rubbing small circles, it was a nervous habit he had gotten when he needed reassurance.

“So what do you want to do, Sirius?”

“Be yours again, but entirely this time. I’m all in if you are.”

(to be continued)

taglist ; @siriusoricns @moonlitmoony @snarledblack @siriusement @artemiserenity

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cynicallystiles · 6 years

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Marry You

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @laurs-x : Request for Tom Holland x Reader where they go to visit Tom’s family and reader just kinda falls in love with all of them as a family and in the middle of that night reader asks Tom to sneak off to the court house/chapel to get married and they do and it’s just v sweet and romantic?? love you babeeee 💗

Warning: SO MUCH FUCKING FLUFF.

Notes: I LOVE YOU, TOO! So, I changed just a little thing at the end. But, I got SO SOFT writing this. So, thanks for making me channel those fuzzy feelings. Comment or reblog if you enjoy! I love writing Tom fluff.

Pairing: Tom Holland x GenderNeutral!Reader

Abbreviations: y/n=your name, y/m/n=your middle name, and y/l/n=your last name

Masterlist

Words: 2,775

You clutched the armrest on the plane for dear life as you just so happened to hit a patch of bumpy air. Your white-knuckled grasp along with your shallow breathing drew the attention of the man you loved most in the world.

"Relax, darling. It's just a spot of turbulence. Nothing to fret," he soothes you in that oh-so-charming accent.

You smiled anxiously at him as he placed his hand atop yours and rubbed circles along your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. If only he knew the real reason you were scared to death right now. You were on a plane headed across the Atlantic to meet his family for the first time.

He'd already met yours long ago during the early stages of the relationship. It was a rather lackluster affair as you only had your dad and his wife, plus the two little balls of energy you called your step-sisters. Though you were well into your 3rd year of being together, you were still terrified of meeting his family.

Thus, your death grip on the poor armrest. As if sensing the elevation of your unease, he turned in his seat toward you. "What is it, love?"

"Imaybesortascaredtomeetyourfamily," you mumbled out low and quick. A tiny bit of relief swelled in you from just saying it out loud. But, your beloved hadn't quite heard you.

He leans closer with a chuckle as he asks you to repeat it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't make that out. You're speaking too low, darling."

Rolling your eyes and giving a sigh of resignation, you repeat it slightly loud enough for him to hear. Although you said it at the same pace as before, "IMAYBESORTASCAREDTOMEETYOURFAMILY! Okay?"

Your cheeks flushed with the color of embarrassment that you were this nervous. But he simply leaned over and kissed your temple, putting your nerves at ease.

"There's nothing to be scared of, y/n. I've told them loads about you and they love you already," he says reassuringly.

You scrunch your nose at him. "What if I don't live up to the hype?"

"Just trust me. I love you so so much. They have to love you, too," he whispers adoringly in your ear. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder as you release your grip on the seat and replace it with his hand.

Just like that, all the tension had left your body. You were no longer filled with anxiety, but with anticipation and excitement of meeting the love of your life's family for the first time.

Time flew by and before you knew it, you found yourself outside of the Holland household. Tom moves to ascend the steps but stops, noticing that you aren't right behind him.

"We talked about this, love," he reminded you.

You roll your shoulders as you take a deep breath. "What? Yeah. No, I know. I'm just-I just need a second to remember all the names," you admitted with your brows furrowed in concentration.

He rolls his eyes as he comes back down the few steps he's taken and grabs you by the hand to pull you along. "I will introduce you first, y/n. It's not a test," he assures you once again through a chuckle.

"Yeah. Okay. No. Yeah, I can do this. I've got this. It's just the names of my future family right? They're not gonna be offended if I mess it up the first twenty times..." you continue to mumble to yourself as Tom has already opened up the front door and led you inside.

You're still repeating the names and trying to attach them to faces you've seen in pictures when he stops and you stumble into his back. You peek out from over his shoulder and see the whole gang except for his mom standing around the dining table.

"What's going on?" You whisper.

He leans his head slightly toward you as he whispers back, "I haven't the faintest idea." You saw his mouth twitch up ever-so-slightly, and you knew he was fibbing.

"For an actor, you're not very good at keeping secrets," you say as you step out from behind him.

He clutches his heart and feigns a hurt expression. "Darling, your roasting hurts," he says over-dramatically.

"There's a reason Marvel doesn't give you scripts! I mean you just posted the title for Spider-Man 2 on your Instagram and Twitter," you remind him with a giggle.

He shrugs before taking your bag and setting it down next to the stairs. Suddenly, his mother comes around the corner delicately balancing a tray on both of her arms. "Is that a cake? Tom, why does she have a cake?"

"Well..." he says taking you by the hand leading you closer to the table. "I told them that it was your birthday just last week and they wanted to throw you a little party."

You put one hand over your heart as you watch Nikki light the candles. "Aw, you guys didn't have to do all this," you say with your voice full of soft emotions.

His mother smiles brightly at you. "Nonsense! You're family! We celebrate every member’s birthday 'round here," she says in such a mother-like tone that your heart melts further.

After blowing out the candles and everyone having a slice, you slowly mingle with each other while eating more cake. You were talking with Nikki and Dominic while Tom had started to play-fight with his littlest brother Paddy.

You can't help but giggle as you watch him exaggeratedly fall to the ground in defeat. God, you loved him more than anything. Excusing yourself from the two, you head over to make introductions with his brothers.

Paddy was the easy one to get along with. "Just call me Pads like the rest of the family does. You're one of us now," he says with a goofy little grin.

You smiled brightly back at him. "Okay, Pads." You made a show of annunciating his name and he went back to the table for more cake. Turning to Tom, you open your mouth to say something when there's a loud stomp right next to you accompanied by a scream and hands on your shoulders.

You squeal in surprise and turn to see the twins doubled over laughing. "Oh, you guys are real clever," you say as you fall into the laughter with them.

Tom joins you with an arm around your waist and begins to make introductions. You cut him off quickly, wanting to prove that you could remember the difference. "Okay so...you," you say pointing to the one with the slightly darker and longer hair, "are Sam and that makes you Harry." You point at the other as you finish proudly.

The two share a silent glance with unreadable expressions. Your face falls as the first one speaks up. "Actually, I'm Harry and that's Sam," he says with a sigh.

Wide-eyed, you turn to Tom. Your expression falls into that of annoyance as you see him snickering. "Oh, you boys think you're so funny," you say as a mischievous smirk takes up residence on your lips. The two nod while holding back laughter.

"Well, Fred and George," you say menacingly as you slowly pick up your piece of cake in the palm of your hand. "Let's see if you think THIS is funny!"

You launch your cake filled hand at Sam. The cake and icing smush into his face so satisfyingly that you start to laugh uncontrollably. "Oh, they've started a war now!" He chuckles out.

You squeal as he runs to the table and grabs another fistful of cake and throws it at you. You deftly doge to the left, leaving the only thing in its path...Tom. You point and laugh as it explodes all over his throat and chin.

"You think that's funny, yeah?" He says with that smirk and you know you're in trouble. The whole dining room falls into chaos as cake is flying and landing every which way and soon you're all out of breath from laughing and yelling so loud.

The cake looks like it exploded from how many hands have just dug into it. You can't remember the last time you laughed or played that hard with family. After a long shower with Tom to scrub the cake off of each other, you settle into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

"So was it as scary as you thought?" He hums lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You shake your head as you bite your lip to contain your grin. "Not at all. In fact...I'm surprised by how much it felt," you pause, looking for the right words.

"Felt like what, darling?"

You smile softly. "How much it felt like home," you let out a short content laugh before continuing, "how much they felt like they were already family. I realized tonight that no matter where we travel...I'll always be home. You're my home, Tom."

"You're my home too, love," he reciprocates as he plants kisses in your hair.

You turn in his arms so that your noses are an inch apart and you’re staring right into his hazelnut eyes. “Let’s get married,” you whisper happily.

“That’s my line,” he says as he rubs his nose against yours. “I accept, nonetheless. We’ll go down to the jewelers once we get back to the states and pick you ou-“

You cut him off by quickly pressing your lips to his. After retracting, you speak again, “No. I don’t wanna until we’re back in the states!”

“Well, I suppose we could find a chapel sometime later this wee-“

“THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND,” you say his full name to grab his attention.

He looks at you quizzically.

“I cannot spend another second not married to you,” you say as your smile grows wider.

His lips turn upward as well. “It’s the middle of the night, y/n. What do you propose we do? Where are you going?”

You’re already up and out of the bed slipping your shoes on with one hand and googling something on your phone with the other.

“Don’t just lay there! Put your shoes on and call Haz! We’re gonna need a witness...” you begin to mumble as you walk around his room for looking for something, not really knowing what.

He’s totally lost but follows your lead all the same. “Even if I get Haz, who’s gonna marry us at this hour?”

“Are your parents heavy sleepers?” He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak but he’s cut off as you start yelling. “EVERYBODY WAKE UUUUPPPP!!!”

Tom can hear your yelling getting further away as you leave the room and run through the house. Sleepy and grumpy boys shuffle from their rooms rubbing their eyes. While Nikki and Dominic, look concerned as their door flings open.

“What’s going on? What’s happened??”

You turn around quickly to face them. “Tom and I are getting married tonight! And we want the two of you to marry us!” You announce.

Everyone’s faces fall into shocked expressions. Tom finally comes out of the room, phone pressed to his ear. Presumably, on the phone with Harrison.

“Give them whatever they want. We’re doing this thing,” he chuckles as he looks at you adoringly.

You beam proudly. “Okay so you two just click this button right here and you’ll be ordained to marry us!” You jump excitedly with the phone, making it hard for them to press.

It doesn’t take long for Harrison to drive over in his pajamas, still not believing Tom when he said he’s getting married by his parents at 1 in the morning. But, when he walks in and sees you all standing in the wedding positions in the living room he grins.

“So this is a real thing?” He claps Tom on the back as he stands next to his dad and mom. He simply nods, beaming with excitement.

You’re practically vibrating out of your pajamas, you’re so ecstatic. The extremely small ceremony begins and you blush the whole time, eyes never leaving Tom’s.

Finally, and mercifully, it was time for vows.

He looks surprised. “I have nothing prepared-“

“You always do best when you improvise,” you encourage him.

He smiles gratefully at you, seemingly knowing the exact words he’s gonna say now.

“Y/n...you have never once questioned or doubted my ability to do anything. And I mean, anything. Like even the things I was one hundred percent sure I couldn’t do. Just as you have absolute faith in me, I have absolute faith in you. I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. You accept and love me for who I am, and not what I am...”

You can’t help but tease him a little. “Frog and all,” you giggle. He rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Frog and all...When I’m with you...we have crazy adventures with lots of laughs even in what seems like a boring situation. You are the only person I would ever want to get married to at 1 am in our pajamas in my living room because you are absolutely the only person I know that would roast me during our vows. I promise to always be your home, even when we aren’t together. I promise to love and support you as you do me. Forever.”

He smiles softly at you. You sniffle, not being able to contain the pure happiness you felt when he said those things. “Don’t cry, love. You’re gonna make me do it, too,” he warns.

You take a deep breath, composing yourself in order to be able to speak.

“Tom...I have never once questioned or doubted you because you have never once proven me wrong about how amazing and wonderful you are. You do those things that you’re one hundred percent sure you can’t and you show me that the impossible is possible. I’ve never met anyone as kind or as understanding as you...”

Your lip quivers and you take a breath again.

“Even though we have crazy adventures and lots have laughs...you don’t stop loving me when I have bad days. The days that I can’t see anything but gray, you sit with me in silence until I can see the colors again. You are the only person who would let me roast them during our vows and yet love me more for it. Your promise is already kept because you are my love, my heart, and my home. I promise to be yours as well. And I promise to love and support you as you do me. Always.”

He reaches over to swipe a tear off of your cheek with his thumb and you do the same to him. You both lean into the other’s hand as they continue, noticing how misty-eyed everyone else has become.

“Do you, Thomas Stanley Holland, take y/n y/m/n y/l/n to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Nikki asks trying to keep her voice from faltering.

“Oh, absolutely. I do.” He chuckles.

You begin jumping a bit in your spot, the anticipation killing you.

“Do you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, take Thomas Stanley Holland to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Dominic asks you, having the same quiver in his voice as Nikki.

“Forget as long as we live! You can’t get rid of me that easy, Holland. If I die first, I’m haunting you, and I expect you to do the same!” You chuckle.

Dominic clears his throat a little.“Oh! Yes. I do, I do, I do, I FRICKING do!”

Speaking in harmony his parents close the ceremony. “You may now kis-“

Like supercharged magnets, Tom’s hand finds the back of your neck to connect you to his lips in the softest yet most passionate kiss the two of you had ever shared. Your family claps and cheers in the background as he dips you, kissing you deeper.

“To think...you were scared of meeting my family, y/n,” he says as he looks deeply into your eyes after lifting you up.

You shrug, the giddiness on your face evident. “You’re the one that told me I had nothing to fret. They’re our family now,” you say with a happy sigh.

He rests his forehead against yours as the two of you fall into a fit of giggles.

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You and Jonsa shippers are disgusting 🤢 The forehead kiss between Jon & Sansa is platonic. It's a sweet moment between two siblings and you are trying to turn it into something sexual. Get over urselves & ur deluded dreams of Jonsa ever happening, their forehead kiss was an innocent and pure platonic kiss. We've had 4 Stark forehead kisses in the show, are you going to tell me Robb and Cat, Ned and Arya, Bran and Jon were in love too? There was nothing romantic abt their kiss so stop it

“There was nothing romantic about their kiss.” The way their forehead kiss was filmed says otherwise. 

People keep using this BS of an argument, “But Cat and Robb, Ned and Arya and Jon and Bran shared a forehead kiss too!” my answer to this “argument” is, that you’re comparing apples with oranges lol Jon and Sansa’s forehead kiss was shot VERY differently from all the other 3 Stark forehead kisses, the directors made SURE to make the differences STRIKING and OBVIOUS.

I’m going to literally show you the differences by doing a comparison.

(I usually slow down my gifs a little, but for the sake of this, I won’t do it this time, just so you get every gif and scene at full speed, and I don’t get accused of slowing the GIFs down to make Jon and Sansa’s forehead kiss appear more romantic or something, All the gifs below are mine, except for the one with Jon and Ygritte.)

Ned/Arya

1st shot: Quick peck on the forehead from papa Ned, he keeps his eyes open, he smiles at Arya, Arya smiles back at him.

We don’t get additional, separate shots showing Arya reacting to Ned kissing her, no showing Ned reacting to kissing her, nor him reacting to Arya reacting to his kiss. Because why would they do that? It’s a familial kiss, there are no reactions lol Their reactions and behavior are natural and in place, whilst Jon and Sansa’s reactions are completely out of place for a familial kiss.

This is a familial, platonic kiss between a father and his beloved daughter.

Robb/Cat

1st shot: Shows Robb kissing Cat on the forehead, both of them are in the same frame, their forehead kiss was shot in a similar way to Arya and Ned’s.

The angle doesn’t change, we don’t get to see different angles, for example from behind Robb or behind Cat, like they did with Jon and Sansa, again it was shot like the forehead kiss between Arya and Ned.

2nd shot: Cat tells Robb Ned, his father, would be proud of him, then she smiles at him.

You might say their forehead kiss is similar to Jon and Sansa’s, but it isn’t. There is no snow falling around them, there is no intense staring showdown between Cat and Robb, Cat smiles at Robb, there is dialogue between them right after the kiss ends, whilst Jon and Sansa just proceed to look at each other in silence.

Robb and Cat’s was a sweet platonic kiss from a loving child to his mother, in a time of war, where one daughter is in the hands of their enemies, the other is missing, her 2 younger sons are all alone without their mother in Winterfell and her husband was murdered.

Jon/Bran

1st shot: Ned and Cat are in frame. Jon leans in to give Bran a kiss on the forehead.

2nd shot: It’s pretty much the same shot, but zoomed in. Bran’s face is never shown whilst Jon is kissing his forehead, nor after he’s given him the kiss.

3rd shot: He looks at Bran one more time. Ned and Cat are in frame again. And then he leaves.

This is a sweet platonic forehead kiss of a brother saying goodbye to his little brother, whom is in a comatose.

Jon/Sansa

1st shot: First of all, snowflakes drifting gently around them, automatically gives the scene a very romantic feel. So, prior to the kiss we are shown Sansa giving Jon these looks, and we can see that they are standing really close to each other, like really close.

2nd shot: Shows Jon’s lips parting and looking at Sansa in very “platonic” way, prior to kissing her. (Ah, if only he had given Dandelion such looks, I might’ve actually bought that he was in love with her lol)

3rd shot: Shows Sansa’s reaction/face while he’s gently grabbing her head/cheeck to kiss her forehead, this is the FIRST shot in which we are shown Jon kissing her forehead.

4th shot: This is the SECOND shot which shows Jon’s face while he’s kissing her forehead, from a SECOND angle, his eyes are closed, his eyebrows arched, and he’s visibly pulling her, and thus her forehead, closer to his lips with his hand.

Lemme Just add a GIF of Jon and Ygritte kissing below so you can compare lol (this gif is not mine, I took it from google, if you know who made it, pls let me know so I can credit). Same expression on his face, eyes closed and arched eyebrows, only difference is he’s kissing Sansa on the forehead and not on her lips. I’m telling ya, repressed feelings are repressed.

Still 4th shot (had to split this shot into 2 GIFs due to the size): Shows Jon looking at Sansa, his reaction/expression after he ends the forehead kiss. He parts his lips, he leans in, and he caresses her head/hair. A smile from the both of them, would’ve given this forehead kiss a familial vibe, but no smile from him.

5th shot: Shows another shot of Jon still holding her cheeck/head. Sansa is visibly taken aback and a bit overwhelmed and needs to take a moment to recollect herself, then she looks at Jon. No smile from her either. She remains silent. And in this shot, we can also see Jon sighing deeply, he moves his head too while he does it.

6th shot: Shows Jon still with his lips parted, and then he shuts them closed. Jon looks Sansa in the eyes, then at her lips, then back up. He also remains silent. Again, no smile while he’s looking at her here either, and no talking from either of them.

7th shot: Shows Sansa looking after Jon as he turns away, she’s thinking about what just happened, and then she calls him, and stops him from leaving, and he turns back to look at her. The romatic tropes are strong with these two. #ROMANTICTROPESFORDAYS

This is in no way, shape or form a familial or platonic forehead kiss. This is how two people who have (repressed) feelings for each other would behave. This is the type of tension that exists between two people who have feelings for each other. This is an “I LOVE YOU (non platonically)” type of forehead kiss, which left them both rather shook.

So, lets recap all this:

The directors decided to add 5 different shots for their forehead kiss (3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th shot). Going back and forth between showing Jon’s reaction/facial expressions and Sansa’s reaction/facial expressions. FIVE DIFFERENT SHOTS for what SO MANY call, a “platonic” forehead kiss. FIVE.

Snow is gently falling around them.

The Stark theme is playing sweetly.

The scenery is beautiful.

They are alone on the battlements, which makes the scene and their interaction very intimate.

They do not smile at each other after the forehead kiss, nor do they talk immediately after the forehead kiss (like Cat and Robb did), instead they both just look at each other with intensity, and love. And Jon, he literally looks in awe of her (see 4th shot, 2nd GIF, tbh he looks in awe of her pretty much all the time).

Jon looks at Sansa’s lips, TWICE, and Sansa also looks at his lips TWICE.

Sansa calls for him and stops him from leaving, just yet.

Jon’s lips are parted before and after the forehead kiss.

Sansa is confused to say the least by the kiss, she is surprised and overwhelmed, in a good way though, because even after all she’s been through, she didn’t push him away, she didn’t back away, she welcomed and accepted his kiss, she allowed him to touch her. (for a rape victim, for someone who was abused, beaten and tortured, this is a really big deal.)

So yeah, if you compare all the kisses above with Jon and Sansa’s they are, as I’ve said already, VERY different. If after I broke them down, you still still think they’re the same, don’t know what to tell ya.

Robb and Cat’s forehead kiss was filmed from the same, single/one angle as Ned and Arya’s, with both actors in the same frame while the kiss happened. And with Jon and Bran, Bran was still in a coma so, he was in bed and couldn’t react to the forehead kiss at all.

Now with Sansa and Jon it’s a complete different story, Jon and Sansa are shot from the other character’s perspective, they were filmed in such a way that us as an audience, get the feeling we’re seeing Sansa through Jon’s eyes, and Jon through Sansa’s eyes,

The shots, or the concept behind them, was the sane as in the mead and soup scene. We are seeing Sansa through Jon’s eyes and Jon through Sansa’s eyes, there too.

By the way, I can’t take credit for this little detail (that the way they shot their scenes literally looks like we are seeing Sansa through Jon’s eyes and viceversa), @occupyvenus was the one to point this out, so definitely check out the POST.

So yeah, you gotta ask yourself this, why in the world would they film them like that? And why would they show SO MANY different shots of them looking at each other and reacting they way they were reacting, if the kiss was meant to be a “platonic” one? Simple, the kiss wasn’t platonic/familial.

The directors wanted us to know that both Sansa and Jon felt something here, that their forehead kiss was IMPORTANT.

There is no other reason why they would bother to film that scene from so many different angles, with so many shots, why they would go back and forth between Sansa and Jon’s reactions, if we weren't MEANT TO SEE SOMETHING.

There is a REASON why after their kiss they both remain dead silent, and just look at each other back and forth, SOMETHING is happening in both their heads here, something is happening with THEM, no words needed, it’s all in their EXPRESSIONS and BODY LANGUAGE. That’s what the lavk of dialogue tells us, that’s what the director is trying to tell us, “FOCUS ON THEIR FACES, FOCUS ON THEM”

There is TENSION between them. I can see it, you can see it (if you don’t see it, you’re lying to yourself), and to release all that tension they then proceeded to give them that adorable kind of goofy scene where Sansa manages to get one of the purest and dorkiest smiles out of Jon. Just look at him and tell me he doesn’t look like a FOOL IN LOVE in the 2nd GIF:

So nonny, I know that you’re a Jondelion shipper (even if you didn’t mention it), because you speak their “language”. Honestly, get more creative guys, these “arguments” are getting boring AF, like, they’re always the same ones:

“They’re the song of ice and fire! Even Melisandre said she’s brought Ice and Fire together. They are meant to be together.” Not sure if you’ve noticed, you guys seem to have missed the memo, but Melisandre is wrong ALL THE F*ING TIME. Jon is the Song of Ice and Fire all on his own, Dandelion and the Night King are the Song of Ice and Fire, Wight Viserion and Rhaegal and Drogon are the Song of Ice and Fire. Dandelion and Jon are NOT the Song of Ice and fire, just like Sansa and Jon aren’t the Song of Ice and Fire either.

“Jon and Sansa were raised as siblings.” // “Jon and Sansa were never close as children.”

“Jon is a Targaryen he won’t care that he banged his own aunt, he won’t care that Dandelion is his aunt/relative because he loves her.” // “Jon is a Stark, he’s honorable, he would never fall in love with/bang his own sister turned cousin/relative. He just wouldn’t there’s no way!” The self contradiction is STRONG with y'all. Make up your minds lol

“Jon and Sansa have no foreshadowing in the books!” Big ol’ fat lie right here, THEY DO have foreshadowing, and plenty of it.

“Sansa is not Jon’s type.” Sansa is EXACTLY Jon’s type lol She’s Kind, honorable, gentle, not power hungry, loving, fierce, honest, not entitled, caring, strong, she doesn’t burn people alive, beautiful, a fighter, capable and intelligent, and a survivor etc. all qualities Jon admires in a woman/person).”

“The foread kiss is the same as all the other Stark forehead kisses. You’re deluded.” lol ok…

Same old same old…

In conclusion, get more creative with your arguments.

You should really stop saying that Jon and Sansa’s forehead kiss is the same as the other three Stark forehead kisses, because IT IS 100% NOT.

Apples and Oranges nonny, apples and oranges.

#JonsaIsComing 💙

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i-write-things-sometimes-x · 4 years

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Lone Wolf (Stiles Stilinski x OC) Chapter 8- Study Buddies

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Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem OC (Riley Lowe)

Summary: Riley Lowe was torn from her quiet life in Jacksonville, Oregon to move to Beacon hills with a friend when a terrible tragedy tore through her family. Once a happy, loving girl, Riley had now became detached and cold, letting no body past the walls she had now built so high, until him.

(kind of AU where the pack can be normal teenagers/ Werewolves can get drunk)

Warnings: Strong language, Explicit Content

Word count: 2,967

I do not own the Teen Wolf Characters or story.

I do not own any of the Gifs used in my stories, I usually find them on Google and Pinterest and all credit goes to the creators

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I decided to tidy my room a little after Derek left. When I finally finished, I glanced at my alarm clock, 7:30PM glowing in pink. I decided I had plenty of time to shower and get changed before Stiles showed up, so I grabbed my towel and headed into the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes, turning on and stepping under the warm shower water. I placed my hand against the cold shower tiles, leaning against it and letting the water flow through my hair and down my back. I sighed at the feeling, all of my worries and stress flowing down the drain with it.

Suddenly the door bell tore me from my daze. shit. I turned the shower off, and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my still soaking wet figure, my hair dripping down my back and rushed to the door. I opened it and was met with Stiles, who's warm smile quickly turned into shock, his eyes widening and his mouth fell agape, his eyes drifting down my body then back up, his eyes once again meeting mine.

"I-uh, I'm sorry, I'm early, I can come back-" He said turning slightly to avoid the sight of me, flustered. I let out an amused laugh, a smirk playing at my lips. "Stilinksi, can you hurry and come in so my neighbours don't see me dripping wet in a towel?" I laughed, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come in. He then let out a shy laugh. "Oh yeah- sorry." He said, awkwardly ushering past me, doing everything he can to not look at me. This boy will be the death of me. I smiled. "Hey, so I'm gonna finish my shower, but you can come make a start on the first textbook, I won't be long." I said, breaking him from the interest he seemed to have with the carpeted floor. "Oh yeah sure-" He said shyly, smiling. "Come on then" I said motioning for him to follow me, and led him to my room, letting him enter before me, then closing the door behind me. His eyes surveyed my room, as if though he was analysing it. "Woah" He said, his eyes doing one full scan of the room before settling on me again. "What?" I laughed in confusion, his bewildered expression was so fucking cute. "It's just so... you." He said smiling. "Well, thanks, I think?" I said laughing again to break the tension. "Here, sit." I said motioning to the bed. "Make a start, and i'll be back in 5 okay?" I said smiling. "Oh- okay, sure." He said smiling, getting himself comfortable on my bed, his back against the head-board, one leg slightly bent and the other stretched out as he reached for the bag he placed next to him, taking out his textbooks , notepad and pen. Offering him a small smile, I walked over to my laptop on my desk, putting on my usual Lo-fi music that I study to and moving toward my drawers, grabbing some black lace underwear, a black camisole top and comfortable black sweatpants. Once again smiling at the boy on my bed as he looked up at me from his textbook. I then entered the door to the bathroom that was connected to my room and gently pushed it closed. Unbeknown to me, the door was still ajar when I placed my clothes on the counter and slid the towel off, letting it crumple at my feet. I then turned the water on, stepping back into it's warm embrace.

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3rd person POV:

Stiles turned to see the door that Riley had just left through, bounce open gently as Riley had attempted to close it and was still slightly agape as she began to remove her towel. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight and as much as he knew it was wrong and that he should look away, he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of her beautiful figure, and from the tattoo that he had never noticed before, adorning her back. His eyes taking in each moon phase, which lead his eyes further and further down her body.

He swallowed thickly as she stepped into the shower, the glass quickly becoming fogged up with condensation, only being able to make out the outline of her figure, hands roaming all over her body, spreading the suds of the shower gel, and then proceeded to bring her hands up to massage shampoo into her beautiful, long and thick brown hair.

"Fuck" Stiles muttered quietly to himself as he tore his gaze away, making an attempt to calm his breathing and heartbeat. Remembering the fact that Riley could probably hear it from a mile away. He then looked back down at the textbook in his hands, suddenly too distracted to be able to read even a sentence.

The sound of the shower shutting off and the door creaking open slowly broke Stiles's attention from desperately analysing the text book and to the girl standing in the doorway. The black camisole clinging perfectly on her figure and the black sweatpants hung on her hips, a small portion of her stomach on show. Stiles once again let his eyes wander. His mouth hung open, admiring her body while his thoughts wandered into dark, dirty places, biting his lip. He quickly snapped himself out of it as she spoke up, his eyes snapping up to meet hers.

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Riley's POV:

"Earth to Stiles?" I said amused, watching the usual dorky, awkward boy, with his eyes raking my figure. My whole body felt as though it was on fire and tingling beneath his dark, hungry gaze. Watching him bite his lip caused my heart to pound against my chest as I tried to pull myself together. Desperately trying to ignore the craving that I had for the boy in that moment.

"Oh-uh yeah?" He said, scrambling to tear his gaze from mine, burying his head in the book in his lap. I smirked. "I'm gonna order food, does pizza sound good?." I smiled as I watched his head snap up and eyes light up at the mention. "Yeah, that'd be great thanks." He said then reaching to get money out of his bag, reaching his hand out to offer it to me. My heart swelled. I then softly batted his hand away in refusal. "Seriously Stilinski, don't worry about it, it's on me." He just smiled softly in defeat, knowing I wouldn't cave, and nodded in appreciation.

I left the room to order the food and then went to the kitchen to raid Derek's alcohol stash, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to get through the conversation i'd promised him that we'd have If I was completely sober. I grabbed a bottle of half drank Jack Daniels, and two glasses before returning to my room.

When I entered I was met with the sight of stiles laying down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey Stilinski, it's only been like 10 minutes, you can't stop studying yet, get up" I said letting out a giggle at his exasperated and dramatised sigh, as he dragged his body back up the bed. He then looked at me, then to the bottle and glasses in my hands. I shrugged at his questioning glare. "I thought we could use something to get us through the torture that is math" He then let out an adorable laugh, my heart swelling as he did so.

I moved to sit on the end of the bed facing him, placing the cups on the bedside table, and pouring us both a drink before handing him his, and taking a much needed sip of mine. A giggle escaped my lips as I watched Stiles's face contort into a face of disgust as he took a sip from his drink. "It gets better the more you drink I promise." I said laughing. "Are you trying to get me drunk Lowe?." Stiles said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as he took another drink. The comment almost making me blush. "Wouldn't dream of it Stilinski" I say returning the smirk. He just laughed and placed his drink beside him on the table.

We then studied together in silence for a while, enjoying the mellow beat of the Lo-fi music as we took notes from our textbooks and only talking when he asked me to help him with something he didn't understand, my heart pounding in response to the stare he sent my way as he listened intently to my explanations.

"So.." He breaks the silence, closing his textbook and notepad and placing his things to his side. "You were going to tell me your theory about your eyes." He said softly, crossing his legs and leaning his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands, his eyes interlocked with mine. Yet again, his gaze making me feel naked and vulnerable. "Right" I say sighing softly, moving my things next to his and reaching for drink, lifting the glass to my mouth and finishing what was left in my cup before also placing it on the table.

"Well.." I started, Stiles's soft gaze coercing me into continuing. "When I was younger, maybe around 16 or so, I had been out on a fishing trip with my uncle and my older cousins, James and Mason that summer, when I had heard someone approach us stealthily from the woods while we were counting the fish that we had caught in a clearing by the lake." I said quietly, the tone of the conversation making me uncomfortable however, the intrigued look on Stiles's features pressing me to continue as he continued to listen closely to the story. "My uncle and cousins didn't notice him at first, but in a second, there was a young hunter, around the age we are now, pointing his rifle at back of Masons skull." I said my head tilting down to avoid Stiles's gaze in shame. "I don't know what came over me but I just... snapped. In a second I had the hunter on the floor, pinned and my claws tore at his throat." I didn't dare to move my gaze from my lap as I was scared of the disgust that was probably etched on Stiles's face. "That must have been the hunters first initiation mission, because as soon as the life drained from his body, my eyes glowed the royal blue of a killer, he had never taken a life, he was innocent." I say feeling the tears threaten to build in my eyes. I then felt a hand on my thigh. I looked up to not see the fear that I had anticipated on the boys face, but sadness, and anger. He then spoke up softly as I looked down at the hand that was still placed on my thigh, his finger gently moving back and forth against the fabric of my sweatpants comfortingly. "He may have never taken a life, but that hunter was by no means, innocent. You did what you had to do to protect your family. You, Riley are a hero." The tears in my eyes once again began to build up and I felt that all too familiar lump in my throat. I looked up into his honey coloured eyes, which displayed nothing but sincerity. I sighed, pushing back the tears once again as I reached to pour myself another drink, Stiles hand moving from my thigh as I did so, which much to my surprise, I was disappointed at.

"yeah, well If I am a hero, I'm a pretty shitty one" I said, taking another long sip of my drink, enjoying the burning it brought in the back of my throat. "What do you mean?" Stiles asked, his tone soft. "Well, as you may know that Derek took me in at the start at the summer?." Stiles nodded, his gaze never leaving me. "Well, there's a reason for that." I then took another deep breath in preparation and began, speaking softly as I told him what I had only told Derek.

"In the summer, my pack, my family, had this tradition where we would go to the forest on the first full moon of the summer and camp there. We've done this ever since as I was young, as I was born with the wolf in me." I said, smiling sadly at the memories of those trips we had together. "Well, this time I had left to go and gather some wood for the fire in place of my uncle and that's when I heard them." I said, my head tilting back down to my lap. "I reached them as fast as my legs could take me, but..." I paused to gather myself. "I was too late." Despite my efforts, a tear slipped down my face, landing on the soft material of my sweatpants, "They had all been slaughtered, my whole family, gone by the hands of hunters." I then felt a gentle hand slowly lifting my chin, tilting my head up so that my eyes met his, and was surprised when I saw his own eyes glistening with tears.

"I am so fucking sorry Riley" He said, his words laced with sadness as he used his thumb to wipe my tears before slowly pulling away. I cleared my throat, finishing yet another drink before placing my cup on the table. I then continued. "I uh- I heard someone calling to me, and saw that it was my mom, but I was too late. They had shot her with yellow wolfsbane and there was nothing that I could do to help." I looked down again, yet again ashamed. "I had always promised her that if anything bad happened to her, and she was dying, that I wouldn't let our packs, our family's legacy die there so I.." Another tear escaping down my cheek. "She made me finish it and end her suffering..." tears were flowing freely down my face now, the images of my mothers body cradled in my arms causing my heart to hurt. "I held her and watched as the eyes of our true alpha, my mom, faded, and passed on to me." I stopped before slowly looking up, tears flowing from my eyes and down my neck. "I think that my eyes are purple because, although I am technically the alpha of a once great and powerful pack that no longer exists, I will always be that girl that killed an innocent boy, and my eyes will never let me forget it. The blue eyes of the killer I am, will always taint the red eyes of the alpha I was supposed to become."

I then brought my eyes up to meet his and watched as a tear slid down his freckled cheek. I then gasped softly as he suddenly moved closer and dove forward, pulling me into a tight embrace. One of his hands was holding me around my back and another was placed in my damp hair, pulling me close to his chest." I could hear his heart pounding, and I relaxed into the embrace, letting my tears flow freely. I was completely overwhelmed as familiar feelings rose up within me. Safety, love, home. I felt so safe wrapped in his arms. The only other person I had felt this with was Derek, but this was different entirely. "I'm so sorry Riley, i'm so sorry" He whispered, rocking me in his arms ever so slightly and gently. His soft voice, and smell of cologne helping to soothe me, my tears slowed and I sighed, relaxing into the embrace, and turned my head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and placing my hand on his chest, his heartbeat thudding against it.

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Bad Moon Rising - Chapter One

co-written by @tabi-ears

Scenario: They were raised for only one purpose: to fulfill one man’s desire for ultimate power. What happens when the four of them lose the person who’s kept them chained since infancy? Are they meant to avenge him or start over? Is it possible to be more than what they’ve become? If only the answers were that easy…

A/N: This and 2 other chapters were previously worked on by the both of us. It’s an original idea we came up with one night and decided just to run with it, and is 3rd person based. Finally, it was decided that we would share this with you. Now I do warn you, this story is much darker than anything I’ve previously shared. Please keep an open-mind and have the patience to learn about the characters throughout the progression of the scenario. As always, we thank you for reading! Much love, Jenn & Missy

Genre: Mafia AU

Pairing: Seunghyun x OC, Zico x OC

Disclaimer: Any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners and are only meant to support the story visually for fun. The following chapters have graphic depictions of violence so please be aware.

It was another assignment.

Something to do in the name of the good, the bad, and maintaining that balance in their madness. No one knew how the four of them came to be. The mystery of whether they were plucked from the streets or snatched from their mothers breasts was something whispered amongst the unsavory characters that feared them. They carried no records of a name: faceless beings that appeared like the boogeyman out the corner of your eye. The only thing certain was that all four of them held the promise of an unmarked grave. These unnamed figures arriving outside the compound an hour ago.

S’s long body relaxed on the hood of the impala releasing a cloud of toxic smoke into the night air; polluting it with villainous thoughts they considered normal. M turned to look at him. Her gaze roaming over his motionless figure and eyes transfixed on the sky. Between the days that consisted of training and plotting out exit strategies he talked loosely if there was such thing as a heaven. S held onto his theories in his soul that allowed him to daydream about entering its like a viking to the gates of Valhalla. If only to destroy it.

The sound of the trunk slamming home alerted M to L’s presence as she rounded the side of the car, duffel bag in hand, and pulled out a pair of leather gloves to slip over her fingers.

“He come back yet?”

M shook her head before she snapped an instructing finger at S to hand over the cigarette. Her cigarette. His head jerked in her direction with eyes blazing a deadly fury at his interrupted thoughts, but M was unmoved.

“We haven’t seen him come back yet. Well, well speak of the devil- “

It was as if the mention of his presence was enough to summon him. The way Ouija boards promise chances of last minute talks with loved ones, only to send something darker in their place.

Z made his way out of the cloaking darkness of the desert. The moon highlighting strong features that barely softened with the child-like roundness of his face. His eyes reminiscent of a tigers that felt ominous to the point his sharp jaw line and pouty lips did nothing to help make people feel at ease. He was a stark contrast to the statuesque shape of S on the hood of the car. S’s features striking except for a cleaner cut jawline that reminded many of a Roman statue. God-like with his only charm being the grace he gave those to not have to see death in his eyes before he smothered them with a pillow, and silenced them with a trigger.

 Z’s long legs carried him up the slope until he stood a few centimeters away. His chest barely rising at running five miles back leaving the compound far behind. His duffel now empty and discarded at the front tires of the Impala. All except for the explosive charger held in his hand.

“We ready to do this?”

He seemed bored and, more than likely, was. He’d done his part and the need to finish something he believed to be a trivial task blazed in his eyes. S slid off the hood in a graceful movement of limbs until booted feet puffed a cloud of dust from the ground beneath. His hand reached to pull his Browning Hi-Power from its holster to remove the safety and cock a bullet into place.

“I’ve been ready. I was just stuck waiting on you.”

S moved to the side of the car neglecting the cold stare the younger man sent him. He leaned in through the window and produced a black suit jacket from inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry would you like to be the one to sneak in and place the explosives? I don’t think you’re smart enough- “

“Boys!” L yelled her irritation readable in her voice and features. She handed M her last knife giving her enough time to finish concealing her own weapons. M’s movements swift as she slid the blade home into the wrist holster she’d secured moments ago. “If you’re done arguing we have work to do.”

“Let’s do it then,” S replied coldly.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt under his jacket and moved forward, expecting the other three to follow at his back. A Viking king leading his men to claim Valhalla.

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“How the fuck could you ingrates let this fucking happen!”

All four bodies were kneeling on the floor with hands sprawled out in front of them with their foreheads rested against the cool cement floor. S in particular remained quiet; his shoulders rigid, as he listened intently to the scolding they deserved. A small river of blood flowing down a jagged line between the four of them from the bullet sized hole that tore through L’s shoulder.

Z’s gaze peaked from the sides of his peripherals to watch her sway against gravity for the fifth time. Her eyelids fluttered open and closed to a rhythmic beat with the obvious war she ragged to stay conscious. The lack of a hand that was previously supporting the wound now leaking at a steady pace. M knew what he was thinking. She always did when it came to how he noticed L, because it was the exact same way she noticed S.

Her eyes combed up the length of Appa’s body to make sure he wasn’t looking before she reached out to lightly tap Z’s shoulder. His eyes darting over to M just as she shook her head in hopes in their silence he received her message: don’t. Her lips mouthing, “She’ll be okay,” and prayed it was enough to calm her oppa’s nerves.

“You had one fucking job. ONE! You are supposed to go in undetected! That was the whole fucking point of this goddamn assignment and instead you- “A brutal kick landed on Z’s shoulder sending him flailing back. S’s shoulders noticeably became tenser while he struggled to stay motionless against the urge to protect his dongsaeng. “You fucking idiot! You are supposed to be the smartest, but apparently you are the fucking retard of the group.”

“Appa, I’m sorry- “

“I don’t want to fucking hear it! Because of you L is going to be out of commission and you fucking knew I needed her to make rounds this week. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

The question was rhetorical. No one moved to answer. The only thing the three of them knew was that L was dangerously close to passing out. At the snap of Appa’s fingers two men in lab coats came forward to lift L off the floor. It took everything in Z to not reach out and take L back from them. The worry that housed itself in his gut making him careless. In the end, Z wasn’t able to fight the twitch his hand gave. Unknowingly, it slid across the floor after the doctor’s and even that small of a movement was enough for Appa to see.

“What do you think you are doing?”

The factory they called home was large. The width large enough that it would take a dozen men, in a chain with arms outstretched, to reach the other side. Old iron pipes and gunmetal catwalks lined a second floor and only aided in making the cement encased building feel colder. Somehow, within so much space, Appa was able to make those seven words resonate around them. The rage no longer needing to be seen on his face as it suffocated them in fear.

“I just want to make sure she is okay.”

Z knew he sounded weak. The very thought violently rising bile to the back of his throat. L herself would’ve damaged him for his tone alone, but he refused to back down. The choice was already made and, regardless how it ended, he refused to further be a coward and repent.

Both men knew his words showed weakness, and his hidden meaning exposed. M wanted to move to put herself in front of Appa, to defend Z from the coming blow, but realistically she knew if she did they would all pay the price. The loud crack of the whip resounded off lifeless walls as Z made no move to block himself or touch the blood leaking freely from his cheek. His face turning violent as it swelled, and heated, until the crimson of his cheeks and liquid matched.

“You fucking idiot! It is your fuck up that did this to her in the first place. I didn’t make you to be weak, boy. Do I have to send you to isolation? Will that jog your memory of your purpose?”

At the threat of the isolation room everything grew quiet. The tension straining through each of them was the only sound they could hear besides that of their own rushing blood, and L’s dragging feet.

“Appa.”

Appa’s withered face rested solely on his eldest. His earlier words left frozen in this throat; watching S as he moved to sit up on his knees.

“If I may, I will take responsibility for him. He is my dongsaeng. Any punishment you wish I shall deliver.”

Appa stood motionless; his tongue rolling around in his mouth as he mulled over S’s offer. Out of all of his children he knew S, his eldest and greatest achievement, would deliver. No matter the cost. His protégé mirroring the same coldness as his own.

Appa made his decision in a second; a sharp nod in agreement while he placed the whip back on the silver tray beside him. His arms crossing behind his back as he took in the remaining three. Eyes watching intently as Z resumed his previous position of bowing at his feet.

“See to it he gets thirty lashes before the dawn, S. You know what will happen if it is not done.”

“Ye.”

“You are all dismissed.”

The three of them waited for him to exit first before they made a move to get up. The first thing M did was go to Z. Her hand snatching the handkerchief out of S’s jacket pocket to start cleaning at his wound. She’d barely been able to start when Z’s hand gently wrapped around her wrist to stop her. His eyes darkened with guilt as he gave her a childish smile before letting her hand drop to her side.

“I deserve this.”

“It was a mistake.”

“I was in charge of shutting off the alarms. I missed one and L got shot. I accept my punishment: it’s what I deserve.”

“S saying something!”

M glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes frantically searched his somber expression while he continued to move like nothing was happening. His hand reaching in the inside pocket to produce his lighter. The flame flicked to life moments later sparking the end of his cigarette to glow a perfect cherry red.

“Go ahead and get some rest,” he commanded. “I’ll be by your room around a quarter to dawn.”

“Ye.”

“S- “M tried to argue but S simply turned to head towards their dorms. A huff of agitated air followed at his back from the woman he’d ignored.

“They’re both like that,” Z mused. “Always leaving before you can get a word in.”

M looked back at her oppa with a wayward smile creasing her lips. She hooked her arm with his and began to walk after S with her partner in tow.

“Difficult bastards,” she muttered earning her a chuckle from the man beside her.

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It wasn’t until she’d dropped off Z at his dorm, locked in lovesick conversations and regret, that M found her way back to her own. Not in the least bit surprised to find S leaning against the doorframe of his dorm a few doors down. His eyes took in her small frame until his gaze landed on hers. The both of them chained in a silent hell of dancing around what they knew, but couldn’t say.

“Feelings are dangerous things, M. We have no need for them here.”

“So we’re just supposed to let them wither and die?”

She’d never gotten a response to her question. Just an endlessly growing list of more that she knew would never be answered. Forever kept silent behind guarded eyes and an even more guarded soul.

They were magnetic. Dynamic. Passionate. Swallowing each other and the world around them whole. A force to reckon with, hidden behind scorpion tails and bull horns. Two predators, fighting for control within each other. Naturally drawn to one another like magnets on a table.

Her kindness shocked him because how does one possess that? How did the demons that kept him up at night not get to her? Those demons hushing; becoming dormant once she touched him.

He believed she was good, even though he dismissed her kindness when the bull was released and her once pure demeanor was filled with rage that could cause hurricanes and topple mountains. Normalcy would swim through his veins because he realized that they were the same. His heart would beat steadily in knowing he wasn’t alone. Their eyes helplessly watching each other’s movements. Pupils dilating, eyelids flickering. Never straying too far.

They were both so hard. And yet, she was softer. And he admired that. Even when she was covered in bruises and blood leaked from her knuckles she never managed to hate the world. But that purity in which he loved could just so easily slip away once that switch flipped. Taking the lives of others is a guilty task to those who weren’t like him. It took a toll on pure hearts. So he guarded her. He guarded her heart and mind so she wouldn’t end up in the dark like him. One that doesn’t allow you to feel. He wanted to feel what she felt but feared it even more. He loved her. In the most psychotic, possessive way. But she did too. And maybe that was her flaw. That despite his darkness she needed him. 

Natural born Alpha’s who clawed at society’s expectations and norms. Pissing on their enemies and welcoming those who were close to their heart. He had demons, and so did she. They ate away at their brains like maggots on a corpse. Only finding relief in each other, for which they’d kill. 

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She couldn’t remember her family anymore, just that she supposed she had one. There were too many countless nights she’d been lulled to sleep by the soft sound of a woman’s voice reading her bedtime stories. It’d been a memory that ate away at her when she’d first arrived there. Now it haunted her every so often when she tried to find solace in cold sheets and a dirty pillow. Until, finally, the memories of a life before this hell was nothing but a six-year-old’s imagination.

It was a deadly thing to try and get used too. The first time she’d met the others, there’d been two other children that’d been dropped at the feet of Appa. Three of them that slowly dwindled down to just one with the others never earning the privilege to receive a name. M was sure she actually had a real name before she’d been brought there, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. Her first interaction with L a vivid one. M had made the mistake of thinking another little, but older, girl would be her friend. Someone to lean on and give her comfort. She’d clutched to L as she asked if she could recall her name, only to be silenced by cold eyes, a busted lip, and instructions to never ask again.

M could recall the terror she felt the second time Appa made his grand appearance. His words harsh and spitting like hot coals as he informed her and the other children the main rule in his house: You fight or you die. Dread so pure corroded in her veins until her nerves felt fried. The fear seizing hold of her bones and spotting her vision in black stars. Her child’s mind unable to understand before Appa called for S to enter the room. Even at a young age S was impressive. His eyes dark and endless, resembling oblivion, as he glanced over the three of them.

He’d been Appa’s first child. His golden son who, at twelve years old, was merciless and never questioned an order. He’d been instructed to assist in their training and to show no mercy and to weed out the weak. L only being asked to help him when it was required. Soon, three children dwindled down to be only her. When she thought too long about it, M could remember the sickening sound of the boy, who’d been the same age, cracking in two. The way the body fell like a heavy lump to the dirty stone floor, and the lifeless expression on S’s face as he looked at the small child he’d killed.

Kill or be killed.

This was her reality now and there was no room for weakness. M didn’t want to die; she didn’t want to be weak. In the beginning all she could remember was how much she hated him. How her small body shook when he entered a room and cause her chopsticks to fall from between her fingers. How swollen black eyes struggled to scan for his presence in hallways and kitchen. The only reason she felt a semblance of safety was because of Z.

He’d had a tall frame even then, but lithe. He’d taken care of her when she’d been too exhausted to get back up after a brutal day of training. Her small body rolled into a fetal position until he picked her up and carried her to bed. When he feed her when her arms were too bruised to move. Later bringing warm water to help ease her muscles and to soak blooded hands.

M knew her resolve was the only thing that kept her alive besides the kindness of a boy who showed it in secret when he wouldn’t be in danger of getting caught. For the longest, M felt nothing but fear in her heart when she looked over at her oppa and unnie. The both of them always discussing things in private; conversations M felt grown-ups were meant to have. She watched fights between the pair with mystified eyes that someone could ever be close to taking S down. No matter how close L got, however, she never succeeded.

“They’re not that bad, you know.”

Z offered up one bitter night in a weak attempt to ease her broken soul. It’d been a vicious day of training. Her lack of coordination costing her a beating with a bamboo stick by L at Appa’s request. The older man demanding that she hit hard and harder to the point M thought L would kill her. The punishment brought on by her inability to open up a switchblade. She wasn’t able to keep her hands from shaking causing the blade to tumble to the floor. The flashback enough to make her hands curl in the edges of her pillow in hopes it was enough to smother out the possibility of keeping that shame forever.

“How can you say that? They’re so…mean.”

Mean didn’t feel like an adequate word to be used to describe the two. M wanted to find worse, but her seven-year-old brain couldn’t find one. She only knew that she was starting to hate them.

Z carefully placed a warm washcloth on her exposed back. It forced a small cry of pain from M’s lips that she silenced against the pillow. The action left Z to stare down at her with pity, and his hands to fidget in his lap as he struggled to find the right words to comfort her. He knew this routine. He’d been through it himself, and he would’ve lied if he didn’t omit that when the three kids came, he’d been glad. Glad someone else got to suffer with him when it came to his hyung.

“It’s hard to explain. They’re only like that because of Appa. He has a lot of expectations.”

“What does he want? I just want to go home.”

“This is your home now and, if you want to live, you better start realizing that.”

The arrival of a third voice left them both startled. M’s head whipped up from her pillow while Z already stood to drop down at the edge of the bed and bow repeatedly in apology. The shadow of L’s figure in the doorway held the same imposing threat as S’s. She was only ten but, with her arms crossed and making her entrance, M could’ve sworn she was colossal.

“Why are you in here?”

“I…noona…I just came t-t-to- “

“You know Appa will have you whipped if he catches you stuttering,” she interrupted. “You promised him you were working on it.”

“Yes, noona,” Z replied back. Another bowing fit hitting him reminding M of a toy on a spring.

“No one wants you here! Go away!”

M didn’t regret the fire in her small voice. She didn’t want to see L or S’s stupid faces ever again but, unfortunately for her, L didn’t seem to care. If anything it only brought her attention back to her.

“I came in here to tell you that I decided to help you.”

The information wasn’t what she’d expected and M felt the surprise widen her eyes. Her mouth grown slack as she asked meekly, “Why?”

“I like you. You have courage. But you have to get better, if you don’t, Appa will get rid of you.”

M didn’t need to ask what she meant by, “Get rid of.” She’d seen how Appa handed over guns to S and directed him to shoot kneeling men asking for second chances. How S pulled the trigger like he was just stepping on a bug or killing a rodent that entered a home.

The following weeks were spent with L teaching her the easiest way to do things. Taking the time with M to run around obstacle courses she’d created just to work on her agility and speed. Showing her the most effective moves that blocked blows and to think quickly on your feet by searching for makeshift weapons. More often than not M would end up catching a blow that sent her spiraling down to the floor. L always there with an extended hand to pick her up and push her forward.

When it came time for her next sparring session with S she’d noticeably gotten better: landing a surprising hit that actually sparked shock in his eyes and a piercing shout of joy from Appa. M allowed her happiness at landing her first blow to overtake her, and it made her blind. Not realizing that spark of surprise she’d caused turned deadly. She didn’t get a chance to correct her error. One minute, she was victorious, and the next M was knocked on her back, her lungs screaming for air, and S’s fist raised back strike down at her face.

Before he could land the hit, L was there spinning him around, and earning the punch meant for her. The hit landing solid against her nose causing L to stagger back and fall to her knees. A steady flow of blood seeping between her fingers as she held her hand protectively over her face.

“That’s enough!”

At Appa’s words everyone grew still. Their bodies waiting like toy soldiers for him to direct them into action. M couldn’t remember much except the proud smack on her back she’d received from him. She knew somewhere in there he instructed someone to take L to the infirmary to have her nose looked at. That Z was watching her be led away by men in black suits.

After that day M felt like she’d earned S’s respect in some way, but it didn’t stop the brutality of his training sessions. Time continued to age them, and yet, it didn’t change the fact S remained untouchable. It wasn’t until her sixteenth birthday when L surprised her with a cupcake with a tiny candle that she felt brave enough to ask questions.

“How long has S been here?”

M didn’t think she would receive an answer. The look of mirth on L’s face slowly ebbed away until she turned to look out at the atrium in the center of their industrial home. The only bit of green they saw unless instructed to go out to run an “errand” for Appa. It seemed like she would never answer. Until she did.

“He was the first one here,” L spoke softly. “They say he’s Appa’s real son, because he’s been here since he was a baby.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

M’s innocent question seemed to spark a brutal storm. L’s face hardening to the point M couldn’t stand to keep her gaze locked with a dead woman’s eyes. So she shrugged in an attempt to play innocent and looked out over the atrium. She needed that moment to get rid of the look her sister still had that sent shivers down her spine. In her mind, M believed that what they were was a family. Past things like meeting an acquaintance or friend. Simple words too light when you were bonded over a lifetime of blood and broken bones.

“I don’t mean to upset you, unnie. It’s just no one ever talks about it.”

“Your curiosity is going to cost you one day.” L let out a heavy sigh before taking a long pull from her cigarette. “You and Z, both.”

At the mention of the younger oppa M’s lips quirked up remembering the last time her and Z shared their usual late night talks in her room. How the boy never realized he’d been rambling on and on about L. Both of them stuck at home while their elders were off doing something Appa wouldn’t allow them to join in just yet.

“You’ve got to earn your place.”

M could vividly recollect the sound of L’s struggle to carry in a half unconscious S. The smell of wet grass and copper spilling into the conjoining rooms and above. L’s soft grunts the bread crumbs M and Z needed to find the two of them perched in the center of the main building. S’s chest exposed with L pressing large gauze against his stomach that blossomed red. There was no doubt in her mind that they’d been talking in hushed tones. At first, M wasn’t able to tell what about until she ignored Z’s urgent hand gestures to return to the safety of their dark corner and cautiously move further down the stairs.

“…you were careless…”

“What do you want from me?”

“How about to pay goddamn attention next time?”

“You’re forgetting who’s in charge here.”

Even from a distance S’s low timber rattled her bones and M felt the urge to bow to his authority. To apologize for L’s careless words, but to M’s amazement, L didn’t budge.. Instead, she met his cold eyes with her own. Her hands completely stopping from bandaging up the wound to reach out and take hold of his face.

“Hyung, we’ve been through much, you and I. You’re the one that taught me feelings are useless; they’re dangerous. Do you mean to tell me you suddenly no longer believe that?”

M never got to hear his reply because Z’s sudden sneeze alerted the two of them they weren’t alone. Their eyes actively scanning the outer rooms of darkness that the two youngest used to cloak themselves until they were back to the safety of their dorms. Ever since that night, M felt her curiosity grow to the point she couldn’t contain it any longer.

“I was two, I think.” L spoke through a cloud of smoke. Her eyes squinting as she stubbed out her cigarette.

M nodded her head trying to hide the small smile of victory she felt at getting her unnie to answer. It was always like pulling teeth to get S or L to do anything, really.

“Z told me he came here when he was six. Like me.”

“That’s true. Maybe that’s why you’re both a pain in the ass.”

“We’re close. Like you and S hyung.” M’s curiosity ignited again and she was unable to stop herself as she eyed L. “Have you and S ever…”

L looked confused until realization flew her doe eyes wide and disgust scrunched up her nose.

“Oh god no. What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t know. I mean you’ve both been here the longest so- “

“Let me impart some wisdom with you that S has shared with me, M: Feelings have no place in what we do. They’re a danger to people like us.”

“But you love me.”

It was amazing how much L could remind her of S sometimes. How L’s once light exterior could become so callous and reserved in the literal blink of an eye. M watched as it happened then, as L’s hand moved to scoop up her cigarettes and she stood to leave her.

“I don’t love you. Your family, M and we take care of our own.”

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“Try again. Try harder.”

As the months and years passed, M was allowed to go out on more assignments, but with more assignments came more training. With that training came time spent with S and she wondered how she could go from absolutely loathing someone to wanting to understand them. The boy he’d been had grown into an even deadlier man. The deadliest, and cruelest thing, M felt since her teenage years was how handsome the cosmos had made him.

She always assumed it’s what was part of his charm; what made it so easy for both he and L to gain access to parties meant for only the beautiful and the rich. What made her believe that maybe the two of them were closer than everyone thought. Beautiful people flock together, didn’t they?

Even into adulthood M felt a little awkward. The only confidence she found was in her ability to wield blades of any make and style. How easily she could make the steel become an extension of her body and slice through the air with an accuracy that few could ever hope to possess. The greatest gift she’d received was on her 21st birthday. A katana greeting her when she’d walked into her room. All the bullshit forgotten as the duffel slipped free from her hands and her feet sprinting to her gift. Her palms cradled it with care as her fingers danced over the woven horsetail braids that laced around the handle. The sound of the blade being removed from the sheath slicing through the quiet of the room until the steel glinted in the rough fluorescent light.

M thought it must have been from Appa; who else could afford such a gift? But the sound of feet shuffling at her door, the person that stood there, instantly made her think otherwise. S leaned against the frame with his arms tucked securely against his chest. He watched her with interest, his gaze skimming over the blade in her hands.

“You like it?”

“I love it.”

He grunted out, “Good,” before turning on his heel to retreat from her dorm. M’s head now filled with more questions than answers. It wasn’t until their next sparring session that M started to realize just what was going on.

He’d knocked her off her footing with a hard elbow to the face giving barely any time to right herself before he advanced.

“Try again. Try harder.”

M swung out blindly, a distraction that he easily took, and used her distraction to her advantage. Her knee coming up to land a solid hit in his kidney. The opposite leg moving up to hit the other side while she anchored herself. M followed up the blows with an elbow to the back of his neck. It caused him to hunch over just enough for her to continue landing blows onto his back. Even M knew it was a weak shot; her arms unable to reach anything vital at his sides. It didn’t take S long to recover. It never did.

Before she could prepare herself for his attack he’d had his arms around her waist, lifted her off the floor, and slammed her down hard on the padded mat of the gym floor. Her legs struggled to find good placement to aid her in gaining the upper hand in their game of dominance. The two of them moving in a death roll with neither of them able to stay on top for long. Finally, as it always happened, S bested her and M found him on top with her arms pinned above her head. She wasn’t sure if it was just the heat of the moment or the added rush of adrenaline that caused her to be so brave. Whether it was bravery or foolishness M was never quite sure, but she held no regrets when she leaned forward and kissed him. It didn’t feel foolish when he kissed her back. In that moment all M could feel was his hand moving to cup her face and a tongue tracing across her lips and exploring what she was willing to give.

Just as fast as it started it had ended. He was off of her in a flash and bolting for the door leaving her behind to watch his retreat. The only person she could tell was Z, because she was more than sure S was probably off telling L. The two of them going over their mantra of, “Love has no place here; feelings get you killed,” until it turned them blue in the face.

It’d been months since that incident, but S’s lips left a stain on her own that she couldn’t shake. His already guarded exterior turned impenetrable around her. The only time she’d been able to read him when he watched over her on their shared assignments: he defended her when she never asked.

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The smoke of his cigarette lingered around him creating a mask that hid him partially from view. He hadn’t moved from his position against the doorframe and he wouldn’t enter his dorm until she was safely inside. The both of them staring through a void that shared in their unsaid words and frustrations. The conversation they’d shared months ago replaying like a broken record.

“It isn’t foolish to love someone.”

“I can’t love you, M. Beauty has no place around a man who only knows how to destroy it.”

At the time M wanted nothing more than to argue with him. To somehow believe anything she could say would be enough to convince him that he was capable of being more. The cold reality, however, was that their life was breed for chaos. How could they ever believe they were capable of more than that.

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