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captainremmington-13 · 2 months

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, swearing, and parental neglect

A/N: capture the flag scenes>>>

When you heard your name being called, you didn’t even have to look up to know who was speaking. You’d recognize your best friend’s voice anywhere.

“What’s up, Luke?”

The son of Hermes gave you a toothy grin and linked arms with you, leading you away from the group of miscellaneous campers. You had been participating in a rope-tying class held by the Hephaestus head counselor, but it was really only to pass the time. There were more important matters at hand.

“Can we go over everything one more time? I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

It was Friday afternoon, meaning that Capture the Flag was mere hours away. This time, Hermes was paired with the Hephaestus, Apollo, and Athena cabins. The campers in the cabins of Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Ares would be their opponents. It wasn’t the most difficult match-up they’d faced, but it wasn’t a guaranteed victory.

Luke took winning very seriously. You knew that better than anyone, because he would talk to you for hours upon hours about his plans. He always went to you for consultation, as he knew you’d never betray him by giving information to the opposing team. You were loyal to him, just as he was to you.

He also knew you were an excellent strategist as well as a formidable fighter. After seeing your ideas work flawlessly on the battlefield, he asked if you would be his co-captain.

And of course, you accepted. Not only would it make the Hermes cabin a stronger force, it meant you had an excuse to spend more time with him. Not that you really needed one, but it couldn’t hurt.

You and Luke took a seat on a fallen tree trunk at the cusp of the woods. He quickly ran through the plan you had formulated last night. It was chalk-full of deception and diversion, which was Luke’s specialty. You had ensured that the strongest fighters would be placed in exactly the right spots, waiting to take hostages to the blue team’s “jail”. The more players the red team lost, the better. You’d also given two of the most observant and experienced fighters the job of guarding your flag. Guards must always be on alert, and you couldn’t risk them getting distracted and allowing the other team to steal the victory.

When Luke finished talking, you cleared your throat. “I don’t believe there are any misunderstandings between us regarding the plan. I have no doubt that we will emerge victorious.”

He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate your confidence.”

“I have a good reason to believe we’ll win,” you said, leaning your head against his arm. “When we work together, we rarely lose.”

You sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the peaceful moment. You loved having time alone with Luke. It was becoming rarer and rarer, especially now that he was a camp counselor. But he did everything in his power to make time for you.

After all, you were his best friend, his most loyal ally.

Nothing, not even the gods, could tear you away from him.

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“Fuck-I swear to the fucking gods, if someone stole it…gods dammit…LUKE!”

You screamed for your best friend, who came rushing over, almost tripping over himself.

“What? What happened?” he said breathlessly, scanning you for any sign of injury.

“Someone took my chest plate,” you seethed. “Everyone knows what mine looks like, they must’ve stolen it to fuck with my head.”

“Hey,” Luke said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Relax. I’ll figure out who took it and bring it back here, I promise.”

“It was probably Vander,” you muttered, internally shuddering as you thought about the son of Ares. “He’s just mad because I beat his ass in a race earlier today.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “I bet you’re right. Stay here and put the rest of your armor on, I’ll go get your chest plate back.”

Before you could protest, he removed his hands from your shoulders and dashed out the door, leaving you alone in the armory.

And within minutes, Luke returned, holding your beloved piece of armor and wearing a triumphant grin. You noticed that his knuckles were slightly bruised, but didn’t need to ask why.

Luke had a habit of getting even with anyone who messed with you.

“Campers,” Chiron’s baritone voice echoed throughout the forest clearing. “I know most of you are familiar with the rules, but I must go over them to ensure none are forgotten. I want a fair and clean fight.”

You barely refrained from rolling your eyes. The Ares cabin never fought fair, of course their opponents would stoop to their level in order to win.

As Chiron went over the rules, you took the opportunity to size up the red team, who was standing on the other side of Zephyros Creek.

Dionysus, Demeter, and Aphrodite weren’t the largest concern. Yes, they could fight, but they weren’t nearly as ruthless as the Ares cabin.

You hated most of the Ares kids. Even though your father had a close relationship with their father, you couldn’t stand their obnoxious bickering and unethical warfare tactics.

Unlike your father, you believed that death should only come fairly.

The Ares cabin were always out for blood during Capture the Flag, no matter who they were facing. And when they didn’t win…

Well, whoever was on the opposing team would face their wrath for weeks afterwards.

“…and finally, all weapons and powers are fair game.”

“Hang on,” a newly arrived daughter of Ares spoke up, pointing at you. “What about her creepy death powers? And can’t she fly? Isn’t that unfair?”

Chiron shook his head. “As long as she doesn’t kill or maim anyone, she is allowed to use all powers at her disposal.”

The girl scowled. “Fine.”

“If there are no other objections,” Chiron spoke once more. “Let the game begin!”

The sound of a conch blowing followed his declaration. Luke immediately began giving orders, making sure to use every one of the twenty minutes given to organize the team before the combat began.

You followed behind him closely, ensuring he didn’t forget any details of the plan. You preferred to to let him talk to the other campers, as he was a friendlier face. When you had tried explaining strategies in the past, people who were supposed to be listening got distracted, either due to fear or your non-assertive tone.

After all of the campers were briefed, you and Luke turned to each other.

“I should head to my post,” you began, tightening your forearm guard one last time. “Make sure that everyone is positioned exactly as we discussed.“

Luke nodded. “Of course.” He held out his hand, and you clasped it firmly. “The next time you see me, I’ll be holding the red team’s flag.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” you replied, giving him a confident smile. “Good luck, and stay safe.”

“You too,” Luke said. You expected him to leave after that, but instead, he leaned forward to give you a swift kiss on the cheek. Then, he turned on his heel and raced into the depths of the woods, leaving you feeling as if Zeus had struck you with his master bolt.

Quickly shaking off the feeling, you gripped the hilt of your weapon, a dual-ended sword made of Celestial Bronze and Stygian Iron.

You had a game to win.

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The campers around you erupted into cheers as Luke hoisted the red team’s flag above his hair triumphantly. He had a euphoric grin on his face as he shook hands with his teammates and congratulated them on a job well done.

You watched the celebration from several feet away, sitting on the dirt ground and resting your head against a tree. It had been a long game, and you’d almost passed out from over-exerting your powers.

Perhaps you should have run to where your front lines were compromised instead of flying.

But it didn’t matter now. Your team won, that was the important thing.

Luke came jogging over to you, holding a small metal water bottle. He knelt down next to you, and placed the canteen in your hands.

“Drink this,” he instructed. “You look like you’re about to faint.”

You gave him a tired smile, and unscrewed the bottle. Taking a small sip, you immediately recognized the sweet taste of nectar. “Thanks, that helped a lot.”

Luke took off his helmet, freeing his disheveled curls. He also looked physically tired, but the adrenaline from winning the game was clearly keeping him in an energetic state. “You did great out there today.”

“Not nearly as great as you,” you said, downing half of the bottle of nectar in one go. If it had been a normal-sized canteen, consuming half of the contents would’ve killed you. Luckily, you were smart enough to refrain from ingesting enough nectar to burst into flames. “You’ve been dubbed the best swordsman of the century for a reason.”

Luke chuckled, giving you a gentle nudge. “Careful now, don’t go inflating my ego.”

“It doesn’t need any inflating anyways,” you joke, giving him a teasing smirk.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, and extended a hand to help you stand up. “Seriously though, I’m glad you’re on my side. Otherwise I’d be fucking terrified of crossing you.”

You smile proudly, and grabbed his hand. He pulled you onto your feet, and slung an arm across your shoulder.

“I’ll always be on your side, Luke. As long as you’re on mine.”

“Of course, angel. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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tainted-liquor · 9 months

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'Carving Our Love˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Pavitr Prabhakar x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: None! W/C: 950 A/N: Listen idgaf. TODAY YOU GOT AN AFRO!!

"So how far is this place exactly?" You heard your boyfriend Pav ask through the quiet whistling of the winds and trees. Around 30 minutes earlier, the two of you decided to go walk to a 'nearby' field to carve your initials into a tree and hang around for a little while. "It's not too far, like another 5 minutes maybe." You shrugged while you spun your pretty pink butterfly knife between your fingers. You sighed in annoyance as you felt the silky white scarf you wore around your forehead to compliment your gorgeous afro shift and loosen slightly. Your absolute heaven-sent boyfriend noticed your shift in attitude, asking you a sweet and polite "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Oh it's nothing, love, my scarf just keeps loosening every time I move my damn brows" you huffed as you pushed your scarf back in place as gently as you could so you wouldn't ruin your edges. You slowly approached the summit of a grassy hill, decorated with 2 lone trees and a now run-down dirt pathway. "We're here!" you chirped as you did a small happy dance before sprinting up the hill. Pavitr giggled as he sprinted behind you, watching as you threw yourself up the grassy peak and gently leaned your shoulder against the tree farthest to the right. "We can either do this one or that one!" you instructed as you pointed the tip of your knife to both trees.

He looked between the seemingly two identical trees before pointing to the one you were leaning on with a bright smile. "Hmm…This one!" He cheered as he eagerly leaned against the opposite side of the tree, resting his palm on the rough bark and leaning over to make sure he was able to see you. "Ok, let's…ugh." You huff as your scarf slides smoothly off of your head, lying loosely around your neck. Pav immediately rushes over to you, gently tying the soft silk back around your head. You noticed how careful he was being, rather than the usual speedy two-second tie he had been doing since you'd met him.

Pavitr must've sensed your slight confusion, chuckling to himself and muttering a small "I don't know the word for these in English, but I know you're supposed to be careful to not mess them up!" he shrugged as he finalized the knot, carefully tugging to make sure that the scarf wasn't planning on falling again. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to, but it smacked you like a truck when he realized that you were referring to your edges. You giggled as you gave Pavitr the pink butterfly knife, watching as he slowly etched out a wide heart in the center of the tree. "These are called edges, my love. Or baby hairs, but they're just the hair at the tip of my hairline styled! It helps add a lil bit of style to my hair," you explained with a small grin.

"Ohhh!" He silently gasped as the gears in his brain slowly began turning again, passing the small knife back to you so you could carve your first initial into the tree bark. "Can you do mine then!?" he asks eagerly as he puts a hand in his hair, jokingly ruffling it like a madman and posing like a vogue model. "I think they'd look great on me! Just like they do on you, Jaan!" he muttered out in between giggles. You rolled your eyes playfully, carving the last few lines in the tree as you finished carving a small letter into the bark. "You get on my nerves, you know that? Fine, I'll do them when we get back to my room." You chuckled as you sat on the grass, wrapping both arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees.

He smiles warmly, humming to himself as he carves a very fancy 'P' into the deep oak. He then etched a small plus sign between the initials, drawing cute little hearts around the eternal signature you two had created in the 'sands' of time. He joined you as you sat on the grass, gently leaning his head on your shoulder as you mindlessly ran your fingers through the pointy blades of grass. You felt the gentle and crisp wind leave its version of small kisses against your bare arms, shuddering as they left goosebumps in their trail. While you were busy enjoying the comfortable silence and the orange hues of sunlight, your boyfriend analyzed and basked in your ambiance.

He watched through thick lashes as your earthy and gold jewelry glimmered against the warm rays of the sun, creating a beautiful disco-ball effect against your brown skin. Pav always loved spending time with you, escaping from the absolute chaos that was his universe and suffocating himself with your presence. But you didn't know that, you just thought he moved here from Mumbattan. So when the sun began to set over your family's cozy house, you two disappeared from the habitat of your room and went to find something to do together. You gently laid your head on top of Pavitr's, looking at the seemingly small city below you.

You spent the next few hours like that, watching the world move forward without the two of you as you froze yourselves in time. When the warm summer-colored sky turned dark and blue, you two raised yourselves from your spot and began your descent back down the hill. Stuffing the pink butterfly knife in your back pocket while Pavitr threw one arm around your shoulder, holding you as close as possible.

"I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too Pavi."

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pankowperfection · 2 years

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Totally His

Summary: Chase decides to show you just how much he owns you

Warnings: smut, bondage, total domination, rough sex, daddy kink, 18+

A/N: this one goes out to @strokesofstokes, based on her post earlier today. Hope you love it babe

Your wrists and ankles were starting to burn. The thick rope tying you to each corner of the bed frame was rubbing your skin raw, making it red and angry. You weren't sure how long you'd been here, unable to move and totally at his mercy. You'd pissed him off by offhandedly mentioning how hot Rudy had looked in his recent photo shoot and immediately realized your mistake, Chase's usually soft brown eyes hardening instantly. So here was your punishment, tied up with a pair of vibrating panties on, Chase somewhere in the house and randomly clicking the remote, bringing you torturous pleasure but always stopping right before you could cum.

"Chase, please baby. Please, I said I was sorry." His broad frame enters the room, blank expression on his face as he walks around the bed, taking in the sweat shining on your body and the dark stain on the sheets from the wetness leaking between your thighs. "You know that's not my name sweetheart. Want to try again?" He smirks at you cruelly, turning the vibrations up to full blast and enjoying how you writhe around on his bed, trying to get free from the restraints. "Fuck, daddy. I'm sorry. I can't take any more, please." He chuckles darkly, turning off the remote and crawling up between your spread legs. "Has my little slut earned her lesson?" His large hand grabs your face, forcing you to meet his hard stare. "Yes daddy. I'm sorry daddy, it won't happen again." With no further words he stands up, stripping quickly as your eyes rake over his muscular form. You're hoping this means your punishment is almost over, silently praying that he'll fuck you then set you free.

"Alright doll, I believe you. But just to be sure you know who you belong to, I'm gonna fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. Sound good?" Your eyes are drawn to his hand, stroking his impressive length as he climbs back on the bed. You take too long to answer, a swift harsh smack to your oversensitive pussy making you scream. "Answer me," he chastises, cock throbbing at the sight of you helpless underneath him. "Yes daddy." "Good girl," he coos, pulling the panties to the side before lining up with your entrance. He slams inside in one thrust, the delicious burn threatening to push you over the edge once again. "Damn y/n, you ready to cum already? That's too bad. Hold it until I say so." He wraps one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip tightly as he starts to fuck you hard and fast.

He's hitting so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach, each push and pull of his body sending you higher and higher. "Fuck, feels so good daddy." He smiles, leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts grow harder. His tongue winds in your mouth, totally consuming your thoughts as you fight off your orgasm. Further marking you as his, he bites and sucks deep bruises into your neck, wanting everyone who sees you to know you're off limits. His thick hair bounces wildly around his head, your fingers twitching at the urge to tangle your hands in his locks and pull hard. "Fuck sweetheart, I'm close. When I say so I want you to cum, and I better hear my name come out of those pretty lips. Ready?" You nod your understanding, body trembling at the possibility of getting to finish soon. "Cum, now." Your body responds, Chase's name falling from your lips like a prayer as the pleasure surges through your system. He follows shortly after, pumping you full of his cum and continuing to thrust until he's spent. You fall asleep quickly in his arms, too tired to stay awake any longer.

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sw33tsuccubus · 1 year

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Clouded Thoughts [frnkiero x reader]

era: revenge

desc: Reader is male; he's also a gym rat. (i don't work out, so i have basically no clue as of what i'm doing) Frank is a lil flustery and thinks his boyfriend is hot because he's a strong lad and requests to be carried. Reader finds this cute and decides to have a little fun with it. flufffluffffluff

A/N: WHY ARE TITLES SO HARD TO COME UP WITH?? i did have fun writing this with my friend and i making fun of my lack of a name though. first fanfic, i think it turned out alright NOT PROOFREAD

inspired/requested by: @anystalker707

word count: 1k

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"-abe? Babe? You going somewhere?"

At the lack of (insert favorite band) coming in through my left earbud, I looked up at the male responsible. Frank looked down at me with a sort of curiosity in his eyes, his mouth stretched into a confused grin.

I smiled up at him and looked back at my tennis shoes, finishing tying my laces.

"I'm off to the gym. I thought I told you earlier?"

"I must have forgotten."

"Alright then. Nothing to do?"

"The TV doesn't have anything good on right now."

"Hah. When does it ever?"

I finished my laces and looked up at him with a confused smirk, only to be met with a smile of innocence.

"Are you sure you're not here to ask me for something?"

"I'm sure."

"You found your bear socks?"

"Yep. They were hiding underneath the bed."

"No chores you don't want to do?"

"Nope."

"Any of the guys need something and you can't find it?"

"Nope. Haven't spoken to any of them since yesterday. You can check my contacts if you want to."

"Mhm. Wonderful."

I stood up and looked him in the eyes. Something in them seemed.. away. Like he did actually want something. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, getting a soft hum in respond.

"Do you want to come with me? I'm sure there's something you could do there."

"Sure. Do you think I could hang around with you while you do your thing?"

"Absolutely. Wouldn't want you to be bored."

With that, Frank dropped to the ground and started tying the laces to his own shoes, leaving me to let out a chuckle.

"I'll meet you at the car. I need to get some stuff."

"Sir, yes sir."

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"So do you do this every time you come here?"

"No, my workouts normally change everyday. I don't think I've ever done the same set before."

I could see Frank nod in the corner of my eye.

"What did you say your goal was today again?"

I internally rolled my eyes. I don't know how many times he's asked this question. At least three.

"Shoulders and upper back. You can join at any time, y'know."

"Nah, I'm fine. I'd probably crumple underneath the weights."

I let out a little laugh before turning to him. His eyes quickly shot to mine, and he gave me a little grin. My eyes searched his for a moment, and they seemed a little clouded. Like he was thinking hard about something.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah?"

He raised his eyebrows at me and gave me a reassuring smile.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

After receiving a nod, I finally set down the weights. I turned towards the pull-up bar and walked over to it, quickly hopping up and making sure I have a good grip. I counted to three before I started to do chin-ups. The goal was 25 in a row, but a force pulling me down caused me to pause.

"Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to be able to life myself."

I felt a him let go of my legs, and I finished my chin-ups before dropping down. I turned to look at him and he gave me another innocent smile. I sighed and walked off towards the weights again.

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"What's been up with you today?"

It'd been about half an hour since the pull-up bar incidence, and he'd been looking at my arms the whole time. It was kind of worrying me; was he afraid to say something?

"Hm?"

He looked up into my eyes, and the same cloudiness from earlier was there. This time, however, I finally think I understand what's wrong as the gears in my head turned. I gave him a wide grin, and he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"I asked what's been up with you today. Any time I talk to you, you seem like you're somewhere else."

"Just thinkin'."

"About what, exactly?"

Frank's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink and he looked at his shoes. I let out a giggle before safely dropping the barbell to the ground and walking over to him.

"U-uh.. you."

"What about me, hon?"

He turned his head to the side, and I giggled again, kissing the side of his head before pulling him into a hug. He relaxed, wrapping his arms around me in turn. When we pulled away, he started laughing. I shot him a questioning look before getting a response.

"The roles have been reversed! Suddenly you're the sweaty one pulling the other into a hug."

I grinned at him before laughing myself, and we grabbed hands, meeting each other in a kiss.

He pulled back and sighed contently, staring at me from behind his lashes. I could still see a trace of pink on his cheeks, and then I noticed his lip ring rolling around.

"So.. are you finished?"

"I guess I am. That was the last thing of the workout."

His lips curled up into a shy smile before he let out a soft sigh.

"Can you- do you think you could carry me to the car?"

I let out a laugh and nodded my head. His face lit up and he spread his arms.

"Hold on, hon. I need to pack my stuff first."

His furrowed his brow and stuck out his bottom lip. As if that would stop me.

I quickly gather my belongings before heading to the restroom and changing my clothes. Being stuck in sweaty and gross smelling clothing for the next 20 minutes on the drive back to the apartment would be hell.

As soon as I walked out of the restroom, Frank popped up beside me and spread his arms yet again. I laughed before wrapping my arms around his torso. I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his arms wrap around my shoulders before he buried his face into my neck.

I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and walked us out of there. We approached the car and he whined as I tapped his thigh to let him know.

"I don't wanna let go."

"We can cuddle once we get home. I just need to shower and make dinner first."

"What if I order food in the car and you go take your shower? It'll speed up the process."

"Whatever you want hon."

He untangled himself and hurried to the passenger side of his car, whipping out his phone. I chuckled to myself; Frank is such a needy guy.

We got into the car and he asked me what I wanted.

"Get whatever you want. I don't care at the moment. I'm just tired."

He nodded before pressing some buttons on his phone. He turned to speak, and I zoned out to pay attention to the road as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

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As soon as I got out of the shower, Frank yelled for me to get downstairs before the food got cold. I hurried hurried across the apartment and then plopped myself on the stool next to him and grinned. He had ordered (insert whatever you're hungry for), and I couldn't help but feel a little special.

When we finished and threw our stuff away, Frank immediately hopped into my arms and made me carry him back to the bedroom. I lay myself back on the mattress and ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed at the sheets and did his best to pull them over us, before I helped him out.

He let out a hum and nuzzled my neck while I pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

"Goodnight, hon."

"'Night babe. Love ya."

"Love you too."

I smiled at the male atop of me before running a hand through his hair again. For once, luck turned in my favor.

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amchara · 2 years

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Effortless (Or, the time Kit almost earned an A-Level) - Chapter One

So... exactly a year ago today I posted the final chapter of this fic to Ao3. I'm still quite proud of it and I've realised I've never posted it to tumblr. So I'mma gonna do so over the next couple of weeks, albeit in slightly more digestible wordcounts (7,000 word chapters are a bit long, I've since come to realise 😂).

And once that's done- I should hopefully have the first couple chapters of the sequel ready! 👀

Note: This fic starts in mid-2013, picking up Kit's story shortly after Ghosts of the Shadow Market's Forever Fallen short story. You can definitely read it without having read Forever Fallen but there are nods to it throughout.

As it was written and finished in early August 2021, it's not canon-compliant with Secrets of Blackthorn Hall but... at the same time, it's not a million miles off and as I'm posting the chapters here on tumblr, I am making small tweaks so it's closer to canon, or- as much as it can be. Unlike Cassie... I chose to give Kit friends that we actually see him interact with. 😂

Summary: After moving to England to live with Tessa and Jem, Kit ends up attending a local sixth form college alongside his Shadowhunter training.

Featuring- a charming but slightly broken Kit, typical teen drama, mundane friendships, pop culture references, Carstairs-Gray family moments, a rotating cast of our favourite Shadowhunters as guest tutors and of course, some unacknowledged pining for one Ty Blackthorn.

Wordcount: 4,039 words

Rating: Teen, no content warnings for this chapter

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or One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven (completed fic)

Chapter One: Twilight, Cows and College

(August-September 2013)

Kit looked at the squat brown-brick building in front him, and then back at Tessa. She caught his eye, her mouth quirking up.

“So, is this where I give you the pep talk?” she asked. “As you know, I never attended myself, and James got expelled fairly quickly from the Academy-- so I’m not sure I have all that much wisdom but we can give it a try.”

“Nope, not at all,” said Kit, unbuckling his seatbelt, and grabbing the bag at his feet. “I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will,” Tessa replied, a fond note creeping into her voice and Kit ducked his head, embarrassed but pleased at the trust she had in him.

Mina gurgled happily in the backseat, and Kit looked back at her with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m a Herondale, a Shadowhunter, a former Shadow Market vendor and… probably should have a minor criminal record if we’re honest. I think I can handle a British high school,” Kit said with a winning grin, as he opened the car door.

“Bye Min-Min, bye Tessa,” he said. He leaned into the door. “I also know about the bet Jace and Jem made about how long I would last and-” he smiled even wider. “I plan to make them both lose.”

Tessa winked at him, and looked back at Mina. “All right then. I think we’re set here. Mina mine- let’s get on with our busy day of shopping and visiting the local library.” She turned her attention back to Kit. “Do you want me to pick you up at half three?”

Kit shook his head. “I’ll take the bus back to the village and then walk. If there’s one thing I learned from high school movies, it’s that while you can get your pare- adults to drop you off, only losers get picked up after school. I should probably start off on the right foot.”

“Let’s go with the experts then,” Tessa said mock-gravely. “See you after school. And have fun,” she said, with a tiny wave.

Kit straightened up and turned towards his new school. Altofts Sixth Form. “All right, let’s do this,” he muttered to himself as he walked towards the entrance.

It had all started with his early morning running. A terrible habit to have picked up. One that Jem had called him on, earlier in the summer when he had agreed to train with Kit.

Kit had actually taken to getting up early back in the winter. He hadn’t admitted it to Jem and Tessa but his nightmares - swirling terrors of both mantid demons and black shapes with white burning eyes had him waking up gasping and drenched in sweat - combined with the lack of central heating that turned his room into a freezer until the heat turned on again at seven... it just wasn’t conducive to sleeping in.

At first he had just tried to walk downstairs to get snacks from the kitchen and watch some tv. But soon after Mina was born he realised any sound would be liable to wake her, given the bat-eared hearing babies seemed to have. And he didn’t want to be the cause of further sleeplessness for Jem and Tessa.

So he started slipping down the back staircase by his room into the garden. And well… no use freezing in the garden and he still had delusions he might still want to be a full proper Shadowhunter someday, or at very least, not die horribly if slash when this whole First Heir thing caught up to him. It was also probably worth being fast enough to run away if he needed to.

Plus, the scenery was beautiful, given Cirenworth was located close to the edge of Dartmoor. Running alongside the narrow, suicidal-for-more-than-one-car lanes, with trees forming tangled green arcs overhead, across old stone bridges into ancient woods and up high, rolling sparse hills, he had plenty of other things to look at and not think about how he had messed things up, until the aching in his legs and burning in his lungs made him stop. Which was, admittingly, getting rarer, even in the occasional stifling heat of July.

He had a whole route figured out now, four months in. Which was why, Kit admitted to himself, he was irritated that someone else had found a similar path.

It was only for about two miles just on the outskirts of the village but Kit had seen him out of the corner of his eye most days the past week.

He was taller than Kit (most guys his own age seemed to be) and he usually wore what looked like a basketball jersey, shorter shorts than Kit figured most American teen boys would be comfy with, and had oversized headphones either on his head or around his neck. Other than that, he didn’t remind Kit of anyone.

The first time, the other boy had nodded at him in a friendly way as Kit had run past the tree where the boy was stretching, his white teeth flashing briefly in his dark-skinned face. Kit had nodded back and kept on running. It wasn’t that he wanted to be unfriendly… but he hadn’t really thought about making new friends, and figured given his background of Shadowhunter and part of a long-lost line of faerie royalty, it might be harder to relate to any new ones, especially mundanes.

Plus, he wasn’t sure he was that great of a friend, given the mess that had happened at the LA Institute. So he had been distant to any friendly overtures from local teens his age since he had arrived at Cirenworth, although he had to admit, he hadn’t minded the attention the giggling squad of girls outside the bakery gave him. Or the occasional chat with the kids of the werewolf pack that Tessa and Jem invited around sometimes.

But a week into this new shadow, Kit had rounded a particularly tricky corner on the narrow path and found the other boy, frozen in place. And Kit could immediately see why. He was surrounded by cows.

Now, cows might not seem like a dangerous situation but after nearly being trampled by an angry bull early on in his explorations of the Devon countryside, Kit was inclined to give any other bovines as far a berth as he could while running. Or in any other situation honestly.

Kit met the other boy’s eyes. “You er- ok?” he called.

“Ahh. Maybe?” The boy looked panicked as two cows started moving towards him, one cutting him off from the fence Kit could see he was trying to inch towards.

Kit made his decision. “Hey cows!” he shouted. The cows ignored him. Kit summoned up his courage and started jogging towards the small herd, waving his arms. “You heifers! You lazy… demonic spawn!”

The boy goggled at him and Kit narrowed his eyes. “Hop the fence!” he yelled, as a couple cows started moving towards him. Kit gulped and summoned all his courage and ran directly towards him, hoping the cow in the way would move and he wouldn’t have to dodge it or worse, attempt a leap over it. It did, and Kit stopped to grab at the boy’s arm, who finally started moving. They both scrambled up over the wide, stone fence to the next field, which was thankfully cow-less.

“Thanks,” the boy said, as they both climbed down. “That would’ve been an embarrassing end.” He grinned, brushing off the dirt from his shorts. “I’m Ade.”

“Kit,” Kit answered cautiously, as the adrenaline in his system slowly started to leave.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around,” Ade said. “Mate, you’re fast.”

Kit thought back to his time in the LA Institute and watching Emma run swiftly over miles of sandy beach, and even the time that he and the twins had run along the Thames to escape the Riders of Manan. He was slow, compared to others. “No, not really.”

“Ooh, an American! Didn’t expect that,” Ade whistled, disentangling his headphones from his short-cropped black curls as they both started walking towards the other side of the field to rejoin the road. “You here with your family on holiday?”

“No,” said Kit shortly. “I live just outside Sefton Crufts.” He glanced over, wondering if Ade knew about Cirenworth. A lot of the locals in the village did, and he knew Tessa and Jem (alongside Mina) had basically gathered a fan club.

“No joke?” Ade said. “That’s cool. I live in...” He named a village that Kit thought he remembered was a few miles back. “What high school did you go to?”

“Oh, I erm- homeschooled,” Kit mumbled, looking down. Time for the lies.

Ade nodded. “I see.” They trudged through some bushes. At the edge of the road, Ade looked at Kit and gestured towards the buildings off in the distance. “Hey, given you basically saved my life from… what was it you called them…. Demonic cow spawn? Do you want to get breakfast with me at ‘spoons? We’re pretty close to it - I’ll pay.”

Kit started to shake his head but suddenly his stomach betrayed him and made a loud gurgling sound, reminding him that he’d been up since six and had just run the better part of seven miles. Ade let out a big laugh. “Hah, you can’t argue with that, man,” he said, pointing at Kit’s midsection. “Let’s go eat.”

“Wow, this is really good,” Kit said, shoveling in the eggs and bacon.

Ade looked at him over a similar pile of breakfast, his friendly brown eyes puzzled. “Yeah, of course.” As if it were obvious. “Have you never had a Wetherspoons breakfast? When did you move here?”

“Last fall,” Kit said, figuring as long as he stuck to the basics, he could manage small talk without issue. “And no, I haven’t. But my- Jem and Tessa have taken me to the Bull and Hart. Food is also good there.”

“Ah,” Ade nodded wisely. “The gastropub.” He looked Kit over, as if assessing him. “Yeah, that tracks. I’m glad to give you some introduction to proper English pub food then.”

Kit thought he had been vaguely insulted - or at least labeled. He changed the topic. “I’ve been running that route for a few months now. But I only just saw you on it this week. Did you just move here too?”

Ade shook his head. “Nah, I’m not local either. But I’ve been here longer than you. My parents moved us down from London so my mum could take over a GP practice, but it was before I started GCSE’s.” He speared a couple of sausages and stuffed them in his mouth, chewing. He continued. “Football season starts in a couple weeks, and I’m starting at Altofts College and want to be on first squad. So I thought I should work on my endurance, given I spent most of the spring prepping for exams.” He lowered his voice. “I plan to go to Kings for medicine so I was kind of a nerd for most of last year.”

Kit had only understood about half the previous sentences but he nodded. “Plus you want to be able to outrun any further cow-based incidents,” he cracked.

Ade grinned cockily. “Well, let’s see. But I figured you seem to have that route down- how about you be my cow-guard?”

“If you’ll get my breakfast, sure,” Kit said, his mouth full of toast.

“It’s a deal Kit…” Ade trailed off.

“Kit… Herondale,” he answered.

After that day while Kit and Ade kept to their respective routes, and were able to avoid further herds of cows, they started meeting up for Wetherspoons’ breakfasts a few times a week, with the healthy appetite of the teenage boys they were. There they discovered that they while they didn’t support the same football teams (Kit didn’t understand the obsession really, but had adopted the same team Jem supported - Liverpool - and Ade was a hardcore Millwall fan), they had other common interests, including absurdist comedies like Peep Show, the IT Crowd and the In-Betweeners, that Kit had discovered the previous winter.

Until the day the pub greeted them with a ‘No electricity’ sign and Kit decided to invite Ade back to Cirenworth. He had told Jem and Tessa about Ade after the first couple of meetings, and while they were their typical low-pressure selves, Kit thought they were happy he had made a friend and told Kit to invite him around sometime.

“Whoa, I had heard…” Ade said, trailing off as they walked up the long yard to the huge manor house, rain drizzling down the grey slates. English weather in August - one hour it was warm and sunny, and then the next like mid-November. “You like… a long-lost American heir to some posh Downton Abbey shit?” He elbowed Kit in jest.

Kit let out a rude noise. “As if.” He suddenly became nervous though. There were rarely mundanes in the house - sometimes builders, given Tessa and Jem were still making the place habitable, plus a couple of mums and babies sometimes from Tessa’s local baby group. It’s not as if Ade or anyone could tell that he was anything other than a normal person. Well… as long as they avoided the training room. And maybe keep Ade away from the old family photos. Tessa looked a bit too ageless at times, Kit thought.

But as it transpired, Kit hadn’t needed to have worried. Jem and Mina had made their usual pilgrimage to the bakery, and they had all sat in the now-sunny garden and feasted on pastries, thick, buttery toast and fresh orange juice.

Ade had appropriately complimented Mina: “Your sister’s really cute. Almost as cute as my nieces.” And had asked polite enough questions to the lies that Jem and Tessa told him about what brought them to England and Cirenworth. “So you’re like- an art dealer, that’s really cool.” And had given them enough about his own background: “Yeah, so like my mum’s a GP, she moved here after studying medicine in Lagos and my dad was in the army but now he does security installations for rich footballers and bankers with second homes near Dartmoor. My sisters live in London- yeah, I’m the youngest. I can’t wait to go back to London. Devon’s okay but it’s not the city.”

He said with the fervor of a true believer and Kit remembered his brief time in London. He hadn’t been back since… well, since he had left with the Blackthorns.

He was briefly lost in his memories that he almost missed the next part of the conversation.

“Kit should come study at Altofts,” Ade said. “I know it’s probably not the same as the American system but it has a really good reputation- they sent like, three people to Oxbridge last year. And lots to Exeter and the London unis.”

“I think that’s up to Kit,” Jem said, with a small smile, as he sipped his coffee.

Kit was confused. Attend a mundane high school? That had never been brought up. He cleared his throat. “Hey- should we go up to my room? I’ve got CoD on my playstation.”

“Yeah, tight,” Ade said cheerfully. “Thanks for breakfast,” he said nodding to Jem and Tessa, who were both looking bemused.

“He has a point,” Jem said, later on, as he and Kit finished up in the garden from their daily training regime.

Kit looked up from where he was currently doubled over in pain. Jem had run him hard today- they had ended with some hand-to-hand combat, and Jem had finished off by throwing him in some kind of super harsh judo flip. Kit was fairly sure he needed an iratze for his ribs...“What?”

“Your friend. You’re training with me but there’s only so much Shadowhunter training we can do in a day- plus, I still have other responsibilities I need to see to. Going to this college could be a good thing for you.”

Oh. Kit’s chest went tight. He knew Jem had other errands and things he needed to see to in regards to restoring Cirenworth. He hadn’t realised the training might be taking up too much of his time.

“And you can meet other kids your age,” Tessa called in her low, musical voice. She and Mina had been sitting on a plaid blanket a little ways off from the cleared training ground.

“You mean, you think I can pull off the dual roles of training for epic battles between good and evil and still do my calculus homework?” Kit said sarcastically but he started to feel a twinge of excitement as he considered the proposal. It wasn’t that he had been bored this past winter - he and Tessa had done enough homeschooling ahead of Mina’s birth and he had spent a lot of quality time wallowing in his room and shooting out his feelings on his playstation… but he wasn’t sure he could do that for a second winter in a row.

Tessa grinned. “Buffy did it. I think you could.”

“Heh, well- you’d probably know, right?” Kit shot back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tessa said slowly, her eyebrows raising.

“C’mon- you mean in the past century, you never pulled an Edward Cullen and went to high school again?” Kit asked skeptically.

“Read the book,” Tessa said automatically, as she shook her head and pulled Mina up into her lap. But a blush emerged on her cheeks and Kit saw an opening.

“Saw the movie,” Kit replied, fascinated. “Hah, you did! Nothing to be ashamed about, Tessa. I bet there’s a reason so many vampires- or at least vampires in movies do it.”

Jem watched as they went back and forth, his face a study of confusion, as it so often did when they traded pop culture quips.

“No, I never attended a high school,” Tessa corrected him. “But I… may have a few English degrees.”

Jem looked at her fondly. “I know you did Cambridge in the 90s…” he said. “But what were the other ones?”

“Berkeley in 1965, and Columbia in the late 80s,” Tessa replied. “But the point is, Kit. You’re not a warlock. This is your chance to have a typical high school experience.”

“Shouldn’t I be having a typical Shadowhunter teen experience?”

Jem and Tess exchanged looks. “Well…” Tessa said gently. “There’s not really a typical experience but in terms of the more usual ones… most go to either the Academy, or are tutored in their local Institute.”

“Neither which are an option for me,” Kit said, suddenly feeling a bit bitter. “I need to avoid most Downworld or Shadowhunter places until we know more about the First Heir stuff.”

Jem was sympathetic. “We would’ve liked to have helped you with this, Kit. We did mean to get you a tutor but given the… upheaval in the last year with the Cohort… there are fewer Shadowhunters around anyway, and many of them are tied to their Institute or are helping out with the reformed Academy in New York.”

“I’m enjoying training with you, Jem,” Kit said slowly, not sure where the conversation was going. Did Jem want to stop?

Jem smiled. “I know. I am too. And I think it’s going well- and we’ll continue with it.” He stepped closer to Kit, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “But… I think it’s good to not just focus on Shadowhunter education to the exclusion of everything else.”

His eyes took on a sudden, far away look, and Kit thought he saw some sorrow pass through them. “Given the events of the past few years- I think there are going to be more changes and upheaval coming for Shadowhunters and the Downworld. Having some who understand both the Shadowhunter and mundane world, and who can bridge the two cultures and their histories- that will help us all navigate through it.”

Kit thought back to some of the conversations he had had with members of the Cohort, and even with Emma and the Blackthorns, all of whom had been fairly ignorant of twentieth century history and some of the parallels which were currently happening within Shadowhunter society.

He took a deep breath. “Yeah- I get where you’re coming from. When you put it that way- the hard job of getting high and making out with people under the bleachers to be this noble task…” he held his hand up, as he saw both Jem and Tessa take synchronised breaths as if to respond. “Jokes- I’m in.”

They both smiled. “We can go into Totnes tomorrow and pick you up a syllabus so you can choose your courses,” Tessa said, as Mina drooled on her shoulder. Kit didn’t think that was the right wording but he nodded.

“Oh, and don’t think if you go, you’re going to have an easier time on your Shadowhunter training. I’ve been in contact with several Institutes and people we know… it’ll be good for you to have exposure to different ways of fighting and training,” Jem informed him. “So- starting from next month, we’ll be hosting several guest tutors for you.” His normally mild smile held more of an edge. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Kit gulped. “Yay?”

So, that was how he, Kit Herondale, future Shadowhunter extraordinaire and heir to the First Heir or whatever, ended up at a sixth form college in South Devon. It wasn’t going to be entirely like he had seen in movies- this seemed more like a cross between community college and high school, Kit thought, as he pulled out the schedule he had been given from the front office.

The secretary had almost swooned when he walked in, telling him she loved his accent and so Kit left feeling pretty smug. But that smugness had quickly drained away as other people streamed around him and he tried to figure out what the double and single blocks meant, and what the hell was a tutor group…?

“Yo, Herondale!” he heard a voice call. Kit looked up and saw Ade approaching. Kit had texted him earlier.

“You’re here,” Ade said delightedly, after he had clapped Kit on the back in greeting. “Noice.” He gestured to his friends around him. “This is Eamonn, Tom and Ben. Lads- this is Kit Herondale. He’s an American, from Los Angeles.”

The other boys looked vaguely impressed, and he made small talk with them as they threaded their way through the busy halls. Ade checked Kit’s schedule. “Awesome- we’re in the same tutor group, although…” his eyes danced down the page. “Nothing else-” he handed it back to back to Kit. “Not surprising though- I’m on a one way ticket to study medicine in London with Chemistry, Bio, Physics and Maths and you’re- an artsy lad,” he said, with a friendly grin. “Which is good, no rivalry between us.”

“Yeah,” Kit mumbled. He had chosen Art (he wanted photography but it hadn’t been offered as a full A-Level), English Literature (for Tessa and because he actually did like reading the classics, he had discovered), History (because someone had to know about mundane history, according to Jem) and Film Studies (because duh).

Kit and Ade split off from the rest of his friends and went into a classroom.

The tutor group seemed to be like the American version of a homeroom, and Kit relaxed into his seat as the teacher in the front of the class droned on about regulations and expectations. As he leaned back in his chair, he took stock of his new classmates.

“Psst,” came a hiss from his right. Kit looked over, and saw a girl with brown hair cut in a severe bob smile at him. He smiled back; he planned to unleash the full Herondale charm at this school.

“I like your tattoo,” she whispered, pointing at his hand.

Kit froze. He looked straight ahead, ignoring her. Before heading out of the house in the morning, he had spent time painstakingly drawing a glamour rune on his arm, to hide his other runes, including the very obvious Voyance one.

Shit. There were mundanes here in the school with the Sight. Well… that was going to make things interesting…

Not going to bother with my usual taglist for this one, given it's technically not a new fic but feel free to let me know if you want to be notified when I post updates and I will start a new taglist for it.

#sobh #tsc fanfiction #kit herondale #kit x ty #kit herondale x ty blackthorn #secrets of blackthorn hall #jem carstairs #tessa gray #mina carstairs #effortless #my fanfic #alicantenet

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yourstrulykline · 2 years

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Wrote a thing for my own happiness because my stalker found me again 😰

Choices AU: The Host

Summary: Violette allows The Host to borrow a pencil. Fluff ensues.

CW: none

Notes: based on a true story accept the dude I gave my number to had a girlfriend already (whoopsies-)

Word count: 1,351

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“The Host sat in his place at the wooden, oval table, along with the various other egos who had begun flowing into the room, taking their places. Opening his book to take notes of the meeting that was soon to start, he picked up his… oh.”

The man in the tan trench coat and bloody blindfold was a little surprised to find that his pencil was nowhere to be found. Not that he could look for it, but with his narrative powers, he knew it just wasn’t near him.

“The Host sighed, disappointed to find that he must’ve left his pencil at home. Luckily for him, he had a spare-“

“You can borrow one of mine, if you’d like?”, a young woman, not much younger than The Host, offered with a smile. The Host couldn’t recall when she had entered the room, which was unusual for him.

“The Host smiled softly, gently taking the pencil from the beautiful woman-“, he blushed after he realized the words that left his mouth, which caused the woman to smile. “A-ah, uh… The Host thanks her for her generosity, just as Wilford bounds into the room, signifying that the meeting was about to begin.”

As if on cue, the pink-clad, energetic, reality-defying Wilford Warfstache made his presence known, and everyone took their places in their seats, including the woman, who sat in the seat across from The Host.

The Host recorded the meetings' events upon his paper, and narrated everything under his breath. Every now and then, he could feel her gaze upon him, which caused him to blush. He could hear her chuckle softly and then focus back upon Wilford and whatever the heck he was talking about. Probably just utter nonsense at this point, The Host honestly wasn’t sure what these meetings were for in the long run. But, after what seemed like forever, Dark got Wilford to finally close out the meeting and everyone went their separate ways.

“Well, mostly. Yes, some of the egos left to go do their own things, but some of the egos stayed to just catch up with one another. Which was great for The Host, who needed to return his pencil to the woman he met earlier. He focused, trying to feel if she had left or not. But, unfortunately for him, she had already left. However, not all hope was lost, as there was going to be another meeting in three days. He placed the pencil inside an interior pocket of his trench coat and proceeded to make his way-“

Wilford started to make his way over to The Host, “Heyyy, Hosty! What’d you think of the meeting today?”

“The Host walked faster, attempting to avoid conversation.”

“Ooooh, come on now, don’t be like that!” Wilford laughed, keeping up with The Host. “What’d you think of that wonderful newcomer, Violette?”

“The Host proceeded to walk faster, hoping Wilford didn’t notice the blush dusting The Host’s face-”

“Oh, ho ho! Does somebody have a little crush?” Wilford teased with a mischievous grin. “Well, lucky for you, Violette will be here again at our next meeting.”

“The Host stopped in his tracks at the mention of this information, turning his face to look towards Wilford. The Host nodded before resuming his attempt to escape Wilford.”

Wilford chuckled to himself, leaving The Host to his own business.

-Three days later -

“The Host hid himself in the bathroom, trying his best to calm his shaky nerves. Why was he this nervous? Could it be that Wilford was right, did The Host have some sort of feelings for this girl? The Host shook his head, as if physically trying to rid the idea from his head.

“The Host finished washing the remaining streams of blood off his face before tying the blindfold back over where his eyes would be… The Host sighed, straightening his coat in order to get the wrinkles out, and then made his way toward the meeting. The Host passed by Wilford, who, very much against The Host’s will, slung an arm around his shoulder and kept up with The Host’s walking pace before speaking-“

“Ahhh, Hosty! Glad you could make it today!”, Wilford exclaimed, then lowered his voice, “She’s already here, I made sure of it. Go get her, tiger!”

“The Host was then forcibly shoved into the meeting room, and Wilford slapped him on the shoulder heartedly before walking away, needing to run a few errands before the meeting began.

“The Host’s heart fluttered when he heard her voice, accompanied by a monotone, electronic voice, who The Host presumed to be Google. Slowly and carefully, The Host made his way across the room and over to the woman, who seemed profoundly interested in whatever Google was talking about.

“The Host cleared his throat, catching the woman’s attention. Her gaze was on him as he proceeded to inform her that he had waited for three days to return her pencil to her. The woman was surprised as The Host gave the pencil to her, blushing as her hand brushed against his.”

“I, uh… thank you.”, Violette stammered, struggling to find words. She stood up, deciding to introduce herself to this kind stranger, completely forgetting about the conversation she was just having with Google, who was somewhat pissed about the situation and grumbled something inaudible under his breath.

Eventually, the meeting started and everyone took their places. Wilford blabbered about various things, but Violette could not pay attention for the life of her. Her thoughts were on The Host and his kindness. Sure, he was a little strange in appearance, and the way he spoke, but that didn’t bother Violette. She was enamored by his personality and kind manners, although she couldn’t deny that he was pretty good looking as well.

What Violette didn’t know at all was that, because of The Host’s narrative ability, he could hear her thoughts and know exactly what she was thinking. And because of this, he was dead silent the whole meeting, too stunned to speak. Could it be she had feelings for somebody like him? Sure, she had no clue what The Host had done in his past, but… maybe this was the sign of a new start for him? To forget his past and move on from it?

The Host was startled out of his thoughts by a soft tap on his shoulder. It was at that moment The Host realized that the meeting had already been called to a close. His heart almost seemed to leap out of his chest when he realized that Violette was the one who tapped his shoulder.

“H-hey!”, she stuttered, then cleared her throat, “I uh… I gave it some thought, and I decided that you can keep the pencil.” She smiled shyly, holding the pencil out to him. She blushed a bright red when she felt his rough hands gently take the pencil from her.

“The Host, while a little confused, takes the pencil from Violette with gratitude, and she begins to walk away. Turning the pencil over in his hands, The Host felt a piece of paper taped onto it. Before Violette could get too far, The Host reached out to her and took a hold of her arm, drawing her back to him.

“The Host informed her that she left her numbered paper on the pencil. Adding to The Host’s confusion, he could hear her sweet, angelic laughter fill the room.”

“That’s my phone number, silly.” She explained with a grin, “Now, I have somewhere to be, but feel free to call me later.”

“The Host was, again, stunned, and listened as she walked away, out of his reach. He turned his face down to look at the number. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the soft indentations of where she pressed the pencil to the paper just a bit too hard, but he was grateful for that. The Host smiled softly, carefully folding the paper and placing it inside an interior pocket of his coat. The Host decided that he would take up that offer later.”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #wilford warfstache #self ship #self insert #google #the host markiplier #the host x oc #the host x reader #fluff #fanfic

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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🐝I’m glad your day was okay!! Mine was good ty☺️

I actually called the tattoo/piercing place earlier today and am getting my septum done tomorrow after work! I’m excited but also nervous😅

Yes! The Colin Firth one is one of the better adaptations🥰I hope you like it if you do end up watching it!!

Of course! I’m glad it was good 💗

& that’s so exciting!! I’m sure it’ll go great! I’m sure you probably start with a basic designed one at first, but afterwards what kind of jewelry do you think you’ll wear? Like anything with a lot of design or something more simple?

I’ll have to let you know when I start/finish it! I really enjoy everything I’ve ever seen Colin Firth in, so I think I’ll like this one too.

#holly’s replies #🐝 anon

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

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“Why is he here?”

Ash points an accusatory finger toward Chrollo who stands with his back to the patio wall.

“What a nightmare,” Estella bemoans, shaking her head which lies in her hands. “Oh, Mr. Lucilfer, I implore you to forgive this boorish display. Xue Ya, dear, why aren’t you intervening?”

Xue Ya refills Estella’s cup of tea. “I’m afraid that is not my place, Lady Estella. You haven’t given me the order.”

“Well…” Estella raises the fresh cup to her rose painted lips, sheepishly averting her gaze, then lowers her voice. “I don’t want [First] to be cross with me.”

Xue Ya nods. “I will step in if I believe either of their lives to be in paramount danger.”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” you inform Ash, who is stretching their arms above their head. Piercing eyes flicker back to your person. You were expecting some resistance from Ash upon your return home earlier today. When you were banished to Yorbia over a year ago, there was no time for you to say goodbye to them; and who knows what your father’s been filling their head with in the meantime. Ash is a person defined by action rather than cheap talk. If this is the way they need to blow off steam, you’ll gladly accept the burden.

That’s what being a big sister is all about.

Estella pulls the chair next to her out and pats it. “Come, please take a seat Mr. Lucilfer. Would you like a cup of tea?”

Chrollo was given a basic debriefing of what to expect in the days leading up to now. You went into detail about anything that came to mind, everything from Estella’s clothing preference to how Ash may or may not want to maim him. They’ve never been fond of outsiders — and that’s unfortunately the category that Chrollo falls into. All the charm in the world wouldn’t phase them.

In response to your explanation, he said, “I’m beginning to understand why you may prefer the Troupe.”

The joke resonated with you a little too much.

“If it isn’t too much trouble,” Chrollo replies.

Estella lights up at the possibility of discussing her expansive tea collection.

“Why of course not! I recently had a shipment imported from the NGL…”

You silently wish your boss (is that what he is to you still?) well. Everything’s happened in such a disorienting flurry, there’s been no time to properly process your feelings. The weight of his stare has never troubled you more. Now, it’s like you can sense him following your every movement, from the fluttering of your eyelashes to the rise and fall of your chest. It’s unnerving to say the least. Did you just never notice it before? Or is he no longer putting the effort into hiding it?

“Just so you know,” Ash wraps bandages around their knuckles, “I’ve been training every single day. I’m not like Estella over there — sitting around and entertaining elitist shitstains.”

“Language, dear,” Estella interjects, to which Ash rolls their eyes.

They finish tying the bandage and pull on it to ensure it’s secure, refocusing their attention onto you and no one else. “The position you left vacant is as good as mine. Got it?”

“I never cared for it,” you reply in a monotone, noting how their eye twitches. “... And something tells me you don’t either.”

Ash’s Ren flares into existence by the end of your comment. It wraps around them like tendrils from the abyss, voracious and vengeful, a spike that quiets after reaching its peak. As an Enhancer, you suppose it’s natural that Ash would wear their emotions on their sleeve. Uvogin and Phinks are similar in that regard. You’d seen Phinks fight before, yet all you ever saw from Uvogin’s battles was the bloody aftermath; the ghost of his actions were enough for you to understand what took place. Enhancers were never to be underestimated. The gap in your experience wouldn’t matter if they managed to outlast your stamina with their raw endurance.

Your fighting style consisted of quick, precise movements to a target’s vitals. A jab through the heart, slitting a jugular, methods to that degree. The longer a fight was drawn out, the worse you would perform, especially if you needed to conjure an armor Set alongside a weapon. Ash had seen you train numerous times, allowing them a natural advantage if they memorized any of your techniques. Whereas all you knew about Ash was their Nen type.

“Hey, Xue Ya. Mind counting down for us?” Ash calls over.

Xue Ya clears her throat. “Of course, my lord. Three…”

You move your right foot behind your left.

“Two…”

Ash cracks their neck to the side.

“One.”

They make the first move as anticipated. Ash lurches forward, their Nen imbued into their legs, which causes the ground beneath them to fracture from the pressure. Your eyes have no trouble keeping up with the robust movement, but it’s your body that hesitates to respond. Do you try to knock them unconscious with a blow to the head? In the time it’d take to conjure Set A into your hand, they’d already have managed to land a hit on you; your chest seems to be their target. Knocking the air out of your lungs wouldn’t be a bad idea since it’s obvious they aren’t intending to kill you. That’d stun you enough for them to connect a decisive blow, something you won’t allow to happen.

Gate to The Beyond (Hell Within Reach). Set Three!

Ash’s fist connects with your forearm, which you’ve raised to protect your chest. Upon noticing the difference in material, they jump back, eyes focusing on their fist and then back to you. That would’ve had enough impact to break a few of your ribs if you hadn’t successfully blocked. They’re taking this more seriously than you expected. It’s been a while since you’ve had to utilize an armor Set — you don’t believe Chrollo was aware of this ability until now.

A gauntlet materialized on your raised forearm. You decided not to conjure the entire accompanying Set; using just a piece of it would decrease your overall stamina consumption significantly.

They’re unable to hide a pained grimace. Ash may be an Enhancer, but they essentially just punched a wall of steel with all their strength. Had their fist not been coated thoroughly in aura using Ko, their hand would’ve ruptured from the impact into a pile of flesh and bone.

You’re both gauging each other's abilities while remaining cautious. So Ash is more levelheaded than you gave them credit for — you don’t know whether that’s relieving or a cause for worry.

“Conjured armor, huh…?” Ash flexes the fingers of their affected hand. “As expected of my sister.”

The gauntlet disappears inside a ring of black that starts at your elbow and dissipates by your wrist.

“Y’know, I noticed something.”

They grin ear to ear and concentrate their aura into both of their fists, 50% into their right and 50% into their left using Ryu. Are they hoping to wear you down with an assault of punches? You would have no trouble keeping up and defending against the onslaught, yet they hold an advantage in a match of stamina.

With more aura being concentrated into their hands as opposed to their legs, you’ll be more nimble on your feet, granting an opening sooner or later. All it will take is some patience and meticulous observation. The margin for error will decrease if you allow Ash to come to you rather than the opposite. It’s tricky to change your trajectory once you’ve committed to a front attack, there are a finite amount of directions to go at that speed.

So you wait in a relaxed stance, wanting to prioritize swift movements over powerful ones.

The attack doesn’t come as you anticipated. Ash chooses to walk around you in circles instead, after images of their appearance lagging behind them. Rhythm Echo? If you recall correctly, that was a technique utilized by assassins; where did they learn that from?

It’s a double-pronged attack. Psychological as well as physical — the tension from trying to estimate where the attack may come from dilutes reaction time. The more you try and pick out the real culprit, the more your chances of success diminish. It’s a mixture of luck and guesswork. You haven’t been against an opponent who used this technique in a while, the last time must have been when the Zoldycks visited years prior.

“In the time you were gone… I wondered if things would’ve been different if I was stronger. That was the main gist of things, wasn’t it?”

You blink at the honest admission. “So you were aware.”

“Yep,” they pop the letter at the end, their voice coming from multiple directions at once, almost like surround sound in a movie theatre. “I beat myself up over it for a while. I thought that if I was more capable, if I could just hold my own weight, then you wouldn’t have left. That everything would stay the way it was. Makes sense, right?”

In the right corner of your eye, you catch a distorted figure stepping forward. “Then it hit me. It wouldn’t have made a difference if I was strong. You would’ve just found some other excuse, I only made for a convenient scapegoat.”

“Because, dear sister,” their mirage of afterimages smiles bitterly. “You’ve always wanted to live for yourself.”

They lurch forward from your left side, the afterimages dissipating to reveal the true culprit. Ash winds their fist up to strike you, yet you evade by moving your head, to which they readjust and try again. An onslaught of fisticuffs ensues. They continue trying to land a punch on you, alternating between their right and their left fist, while you dodge each attack and move further back. The sound of air whirring right beside your head penetrates your ears with each missed attack.

In pulling back their shoulder after one of the attempted hits, you notice the way their body awkwardly twists to match your timing. An Enhancer has the natural advantage when it comes to physical prowess and endurance, but Ash still hadn’t trained for nearly as long as you. A mistake, no matter how minuscule, would not go unnoticed to a perceptive enough eye.

They’re exerting too much energy at once, burning through it like gas in an attempt to overpower you with raw strength.

As a result, they land unsteadily on their feet, losing solid footing for a millisecond.

In that limited opening, you make your first offensive move. No matter how much Ash tried to provoke a reaction from you, they were still your sibling, you wouldn’t put them in serious peril. If this were anyone else attacking you, they would’ve been dead minutes ago. This is a notion that would undoubtedly enrage them further — that you aren’t taking them seriously like you would in a real fight.

You kick their legs out in a sweeping motion. As they fall, you grab their flailing wrists and twist them over so that their face falls onto the ground. Ash coughs and sputters at the forceful impact. To prevent them from squirming out of your grasp, you distribute your body weight, pressing down on them in a tight hold. It’s just as you noticed, they lack the edge that they boasted earlier. They used too much of their energy at once. From what you’ve gleaned, this is a common mistake with beginning Enhancers, they tend to exhaust themselves if they aren’t paying careful attention to their aura output. This was another reason that Uvogin amazed you, he could fight at full strength for impressive periods. Any other person would go comatose from using the amount of energy he exerted.

You tighten your grip just shy of dislocating their wrists. “Call it off.”

“Like hell I will!” They exclaim, craning their neck to glare up at you and snarl. “It’s not over until I’m no longer breathing! Don’t think I’m like you, I won’t just run away when things get difficult!”

“Ash...” you can’t stop yourself from frowning.

Maybe they had a point. It wasn’t until your life was being impeded that you started to call your father’s actions into serious question. As long as you were able to return to someplace you could call home, interact with people you didn’t hate, you could overlook the unsavory details. What mattered most was things going as you pleased. It’s why you went behind your father’s back and took Karina as your girlfriend — it’s what you wanted to do. The moment life wasn’t going as you wanted, you found an out, justifying it in some way or another but never taking full responsibility.

What would it even mean to take full responsibility?

Receiving orders and following them was what you considered your lifeblood, the pulse that kept your body in motion.

Their words from earlier repeat in your mind.

“You’ve always wanted to live for yourself.”

You told your father that you’d refuse to marry another man if he forced Ash to do the same. When he didn’t bend on the issue, you found yourself out of options; and took the one of least resistance. Running away, as Ash accurately described it. It may have almost sounded like a noble cause — the vigilant older sister who chose exile over obeying a man that’d force his children into arranged marriages. Any outsider may come to that conclusion.

The more you scrutinize the details, the more you find contradictions in your behavior.

You told Chrollo that you value honesty above all else. That he could use you to whatever end, if only he was crystal clear of his intentions; that was a hill you would’ve died on.

Perhaps dishonesty troubles you so deeply because that’s just what you are at your core: dishonest.

Ash stops their wriggling and you assume it’s an admission of defeat.

That’s when you notice it.

The intricate, ghastly pattern that’s trying to form on their neck, a dark shade of black. Corruption. Their aura spikes, and you jump back out of instinct, your eyes widening at the bloodlust erupting from them like a volcanic eruption. Grass withers beneath their trembling hands as they try to force themself back up, the veins on their arms visible through their skin. Off in the distance, you hear Estella’s chair scraping against the ground as she stands, followed by hurried footsteps.

You extend your arm out to stop her from getting any closer.

Chrollo alternates between looking at you and Ash in search of an explanation for their expanding aura.

Ash collapses onto the ground not even a moment later, yet the black lines remain prominent, marring their skin in a way that has your heart dropping. They weren’t able to control it for a single second and it still rendered them unconscious. Estella rushes to their side, placing a manicured finger to their neck and sighing in relief. Some people possessing noble’s blood, and by extension, the ability to use Corruption, would die if it was too much for their body to handle. To your knowledge, this would be the first time Ash ever used the self-destructive technique.

And you pray that it’s the last.

Xue Ya shakes her head and murmurs to herself, “Hm. Lord Victor will find this to be most disappointing.”

Your fingers twitch by your side and you conjure Set A. “What did you—”

“It’s been an exhausting day, love,” Chrollo interrupts you by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, faux warmth shining in his grey eyes. A warning. “Let’s head back to your room and rest up for the night. I’m sure everything here will be taken care of, right?”

You take a deep breath, understanding the hidden implication of his words: don’t start anything now.

“Of course.”

You’ve situated yourself behind your old desk, silently drumming your fingers over the wood. Neither you nor Chrollo have uttered another word since returning to your suite-like bedroom. His visage has returned to what you’re used to, unreadable in the place of friendliness. You can tell he’s been stealing glances at you — it’s not like he’s trying to hide it either. In any other scenario, you’d be mortified for your boss to see you in this state, yet that’s the last issue on your mind at the moment.

Would Ash truly be alright? Their groans of agony haunt your mind, the memory shoving its fingers into your subconscious and drawing out something you wished to keep dormant.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he breaks the uneasy silence.

“Mm.”

You hear him stop walking toward the bathroom to assess you.

“... [First].”

“Yes?”

“There isn’t anything wrong with living for yourself,” Chrollo smiles, and something tells you this one is genuine.

He leaves you with that and disappears into the bathroom. This day may have been the longest you’d ever endured, your bed is calling you with utmost urgency. Who are you to resist such an alluring siren’s call? Shoving aside the events that transpired, you change into something more comfortable, setting your dark clothing aside for a servant to wash later.

You curl up beneath the sheets to the sound of the shower running, lowering your guard for the first time in days to be lulled into a dreamless sleep.

“Do you mean what you said?”

Chrollo glances up from his book to assess your expression. His black locks hang loose around his face, which is illuminated solely by the nightstand’s lamp. Serene is the word you’d use to describe him at this moment. He holds no tension in his shoulders, his eyes are slightly lidded, and he isn’t forcing himself into a preconceived role. As of right now, he’s just Chrollo. Not a masterful actor deceiving others by donning different masks. And you’re just you — no fancy clothing or elaborate hairstyles.

You rub the sleep from your eyes while awaiting his response. It was a short yet efficient power nap, and while you know you require more rest, there are pressing issues that need to be addressed. Now might not be the best time as the two of you are technically on a job. However, you believe clearing the air will be mutually beneficial.

It appears that Chrollo would agree.

“Hm? I said quite a few things. You’ll need to be more specific,” sensing the heaviness of the oncoming discussion, he bookmarks his page and sets it to the side. This was the moment you were both dreading and anticipating. Now that you hold his complete attention, you can feel him picking apart pieces of your behavior, breaking them down, and putting them together. You selfishly hoped he’d know what you were talking about without having to get into specifics. That was a naïve dream, as Estella would put it — you’ll have to be open. Vulnerable. The thought does not thrill you whatsoever.

However, what happened earlier can’t keep going ignored. You refuse to let yourself regret it. If Chrollo was looking for a casual, no strings attached arrangement, then you’d make him directly say that so as not to confuse you further. Emotions were running high at that moment and things happened. Should that have been the case, then you can move on without dwelling, despite the sting. In the case that he wanted something more than that, then perhaps…

Your breath hitches and you agonize over the best word choice. “You said… that you’ve wanted to do that with me for a while. Am I correct?”

“You are, yes.”

So you didn’t mishear or misunderstand him. That sentence was a double-edged sword, that could either slice through your hesitation or your heart. You’d be a liar to further deny your interest in the man currently sitting on your bed like it was an everyday arrangement. It wasn’t often that you were acquainted with someone whose strength and brilliance rivaled or even eclipsed yours, there was a draw to him that captured you before you realized it. In a time where you had nowhere to go, nothing meaningful to do, and no one to connect with, he invited you into a brand new world. He gave you the Troupe. While it may have been to further his own goals, he never tried to hide that, which further cemented your respect for him.

“I am the head of the Spider,” is what he told you that fateful evening, a tapestry of mysteries woven around him that you desperately sought to unravel. “And, if you accept my invitation, you will be one of the legs.”

For you, it wasn’t the items that Chrollo was after that mattered most. The experience of working with others under a common goal was what you cherished. There was a place for you and your skillset. You carried out your father’s orders to further his political standing with indifference, viewing each job as hollow as the last. It was mindless labor at best and cumbersome work at its worst. Getting forced into a marriage was the final straw, a climax that had been steadily building up for years.

The time you spent with the Spiders was far more colorful in comparison. They were good at what they did, they were painfully human too, and they weren’t ashamed of it. Members would get into brawls at times that were forced to be broken up. They’d drink together, bleed together, and laugh together. The spirit of camaraderie was ever-present. If someone was in danger, they were covered for, even if they’d be teased mercilessly for it later.

You feel indebted to him for everything. That’s why you need to detangle your heightened feelings so that the multicolored world you were allowed into doesn’t fade back to monochrome.

Chrollo runs a hand through his hair and breathlessly chuckles. “Do you not believe me?”

So he figured you out. It doesn’t come as a surprise, yet the ease he has reading others never fails to amaze and frighten you.

“I want to.”

You swear you see the corner of his lips curl up for a fleeting moment.

“Come here,” he extends an arm in open invitation. Curious about his intentions, you do as he asks, crawling across your bed and awaiting further instruction. He gingerly takes your wrist into his grasp and presses your palm flat against his heart. Through the fabric of your glove and his nightshirt, you feel the erratic rhythm, almost taken aback by the sensation. It beats and flutters away without relent. This isn’t the heartbeat you’d expect from a man capable of murdering in cold blood.

“It hasn’t been easy for me to be around you,” Chrollo admits, his eyes falling to your hand. “I find it difficult to think and to focus. I’d hoped that by now you would have caught onto this, [First].”

Everything from the past few months floods your mind. All the times that Chrollo sought you out of his own accord, paired himself with you for assignments, and took an interest in talking to you about topics other than work. Were you right to get your hopes up? To think that there was more behind the smoke and mirrors? You convinced yourself, piece by piece, that this idealized version of Chrollo was wrong.

Maybe it would’ve been easier if that were the case. Open and closed — a clean case. Chrollo is making it sound like your original assessment was correct.

You furrow your eyebrows together, frustration mounting inside your chest, constricting you like a serpent. “I thought you intended to use me for…”

You motion around the room for emphasis. He nods, recognizing your implicit message.

“You were indeed invaluable for the job, but what I want doesn’t stop there,” he raises his hand to your face, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want you as well.”

A drawn-out sigh leaves your lips. “What a greedy man you are.”

“I won’t deny it.”

Now that you’re getting a better understanding of things, you lean into his touch, fluttering your eyelids shut. “Very well. I will take you for your word, Chrollo Lucilfer. Should I find out you’re lying to me… know that I’ll never forgive you.”

“I don’t doubt that you’ll hold me accountable. I must say, I was taken aback when you laid into me the other day.”

“W-well, I misunderstood,” you lean away from him, sending a non-threatening glare. “I value honesty above all else. Please keep this in mind.”

Or at least I do when it’s most convenient, you think.

“Honesty, huh…?” He trails off, raising a hand to his chin. You can see the metaphorical cogs turning in his mind as he works out his thoughts. The warmth of his skin against yours lingers, a tenderness that leaves you wanting more. If only the day’s events weren’t so draining. Tonight would be your first full night of rest in days.

“I’m not used to being held to that standard,” he admits. “If that’s what it takes to have you, then I’ll work to improve in that area.”

You purse your lips. “I believe I need to do the same.”

“What makes you say that?” He tilts his head. You do your best not to focus on whether or not he’s picked that aspect of you apart already — that ugly and vulnerable area Ash revealed earlier. His comment before he went to shower gave him away. Chrollo’s too keen to not have picked up on your inner conflict, much to your chagrin.

You’ll need to practice what you preach.

“When did you begin to live for yourself, Chrollo?”

From the way his smile tightens, you can tell he wasn’t expecting the question. He’s mindful to control the rest of his body language after allowing that to slip. You wait patiently as he considers your question, eager for any more scraps of information relating to himself that he’s willing to offer.

“I always have,” is his eventual reply. “As far back as I can remember. I had no other options available to me.”

This is the most open he’s ever been with you. What started as a dive into understanding yourself expanded into uncharted territory, a desolate land that hid secrets aplenty. Chrollo is a marvel and a mystery wrapped in one package.

You don’t know much about the place Chrollo and several other members of the Phantom Troupe came from. Meteor City was renowned for being a place that accepted everything, from people to forgotten treasures, buried beneath mounds of garbage. It was an example of the shortcomings other countries had in your mother’s view. The few times news crews were brave enough to venture near Meteor City for a documentary or exclusive story, your mother would be glued to the screen, tears gathering in her eyes.

“How awful,” she would bemoan as she sniffled. “Do the people overseas have no hearts? How could they allow such a place to exist without trying to help?”

A man born into nothing who wanted everything and a woman born into everything who wanted nothing. You’ll make for unusual partners.

It hits you just how different you and Chrollo are. Maybe that’s why he captured your affections with relative ease, owing to the fact you wanted nothing more than to understand him, and yourself by extension. What is it that allows Chrollo to live so freely without regrets? How can he never look back on the days past? Could you ever do the same? The more you think back on your life, the more you want to change.

You didn’t get to truly experience living as a person until a year ago. How much have you missed out on? The thought disturbs you greatly. Outside of waking up every day to follow a new set of orders, you were nothing. A hollow vessel filled with the ideals and goals of those above you. It was easier, in a way, to carry on like that. There was no setting yourself up for disappointments if you were never invested in what you were doing.

At the same time, that meant you could never experience the raw thrill of meeting success.

You hug your legs to your chest. “Does that mean you’d have chosen to live differently?”

“… Perhaps. I never entertained the idea before.”

You blink, incredulous. “With how introspective you are, that comes as a surprise.”

This earns you a throaty laugh. It’s a lovely sound, better than anything you’ve heard prior. Warm fuzziness fills you at the thought of getting to hear it more in the future.

“Is it not easier to focus on the inner workings of others rather than yourself?” He challenges.

“I can’t say I’m good at either,” you admit, memories from earlier today resurfacing. “Forgive me for saying this… but I find it comforting that you’re not as perfect as I thought.”

“Ah, if I’d known your honesty was going to be this brutal, I may have given more thought to accepting your terms.”

“You don’t mean that,” you huff.

“No, I don’t,” he smiles and closes his eyes. “Introspective, perfect… you’ve thought so highly of me all this time?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t.”

“Ah, is that so? I’ll need to keep it up if I’m to continue courting you then.”

Your gloved hand rises to your face in a subconscious movement to cover a blooming smile. In your elation, you fail to notice Chrollo closing the distance, the mattress dipping as he crawls closer to you. His hand takes hold of your wrist and gingerly pulls it away, much to your confusion.

Sensing this, he whispers, “Your smile is a divine sight, dear. I won’t forgive you for keeping it away from me.”

“Always taking what you want,” you sigh but acquiesce to his wishes. “Whatever am I to do? I’ll run out of things to give you at this rate.”

Chrollo massages your wrist with a tenderness you wouldn’t associate with him.

“Oh, believe me,” his voice lowers and you shiver. “There’s so much more for me to take.”

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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2k Followers Celebration Content Creator Event, Day 1: Beach

This is a special birthday gift dedicated to @castielstolemyheart! To my favorite cute person, happy birthday, ilysm! 💜

Being a bartender at a 360˚ open bar right on the beach had many perks. Dean couldn't complain. Sun and sand, free and fun. He'd only meant to take a couple week vacation here after Sammy had gone off to college, and yet here he was, many years later, still in Hawaii and loving every second of it.

The company wasn't bad either. Tourists with fun stories and coworkers who were actually awesome to work with. Everything was easy and laid-back, until a certain someone had caught Dean’ eyes, and suddenly he had no interest in the casual hook-ups offered by the tourists.

"You're the king of confidence and you can't walk over there and ask him out?" Charlie asked, leaning over Dean to grab one of the little umbrellas before popping it open and placing it in a Pina colada for a customer.

Dean snapped his eyes to Charlie before looking back out towards the beach. Towards Cas; local surfing instructor and the guy Dean had been crushing on since the gorgeous man had moved to town six months ago.

Dean had been caught breathless the first day he'd met Cas; casually making him a drink while desperately trying to make words come out of his mouth, which had gone sticky and dry at the sight of Cas.

Things had only gotten worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. Five days a week, after finishing his surfing lessons (which Dean definitely didn't watch from his spot at the bar, eyes glued to Cas as he elegantly surfed the waves and pushed his wet hair from his dazzling blue eyes), Cas would come over and order a drink. He'd stay sitting at the bar, sometimes for half an hour, sometimes for a couple hours, just talking to Dean. They'd struck up an easy friendship, and it had fast become Dean's favorite part of the day.

On days when the rush was crazy, customers angrily demanding more Hawaiian-esque vibes to their drinks, Dean all but counted down the seconds until Cas was done with his lessons so he could unwind listening to Cas' molasses thick voice.

But the best days were the quieter ones, when Dean could let Charlie handle the few customers and he'd make himself a drink and sit down on the other side of the bar with Cas, discussing the pod of dolphins that swam past earlier that day, or a new trail just up past the coast that would be perfect for a hike.

Sighing, Dean finally tore his gaze away from Cas in his wetsuit to look at Charlie as she handed a drink to the last customer in line. "I can't, Charlie. Have you seen him? He's like an Angel fell down from Heaven, and I'm just me," Dean said, gesturing to himself vaguely. "He's so far out of my league it's unfathomable."

“You really don’t see it, do you?” Charlie asked, jutting her hip against the counter and tying her fiery red hair into a loose ponytail.

“See what?” Dean asked, reorganizing the bottles of alcohol just for something to do with his hands.

“The way he looks at you. I swear the two of you spend all day every day looking at each other when the other one isn’t looking,” Charlie said, picking up a strawberry and hurling it at Dean’s head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean huffed, plucking the strawberry and plopping it in his mouth.

“For God’s sake, Dean. Ask him out. I’ve watched you two make heart-eyes at each other for six months now. Anytime you have a day off and he comes over here looking for you, he sulks and spends the entire time telling me about you, as if I don’t have to work with your insufferable ass all day every day.”

“What’s your point?” Dean asked, finally turning and facing Charlie.

“My point is- his lessons just finished for the day, which means he’s gonna be over here any minute. Please, for my sanity, ask him out on date. Maybe then you two can stop making bedroom eyes at each other over the counter. Your drooling over each other scares the customers away,” Charlie huffed, even though there was nothing but teasing fondness to her tone. “Here’s your chance, Romeo. Go get your Prince Charming.”

Dean winced. “That wasn’t a horrific clashing of references.”

“Don’t care,” Charlie called, moving around the circular bar to serve the next customers.

“Hey, Dean,” Cas said, plopping himself down in his usual bar stool.

“Heya, Cas. Good waves today?” Dean asked, even though he knew the answer. The waves had been gorgeous, but not nearly as breathtaking as Cas had been catching the last few waves.

“Yeah, they were some of the best in weeks. In fact, I was going to ask if you wanted to go out and catch some waves with me before the sun sets?” Cas asked, looking up at Dean expectantly.

Dean froze midway through making Cas’ favorite drink- a Mai Tai- and he felt the air leave his lungs in a sharp rush. “Wh-what?”

“Unless you don’t know how to surf? I can teach you, if you don’t. Private lessons, just you and me,” Cas offered almost shyly.

Dean blinked, swallowed, and blinked again. Had Cas just asked him out? Was this a date? It was a date, right? Going surfing was a date, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was just a buddies thing? Who offered private lessons on a not-date-date? Oh God. Dean’s head was starting to spin.

“Unless you’re not interested in… this…” Cas said, gesturing between them with a nervous sound. “I um… I might have read things wrong and I-“

“No!” Dean cried. Oh shit. Wait. “No, I mean. Wait. Shit. Wait, hang on. No, you haven’t read this wrong. Yes, yes I want to go on a surfing date,” Dean stuttered, words coming out in a rush.

Cas bit at his lower lip nervously, and he looked up at Dean through his lashes. “Really?”

Dean nodded, then realized he was nodding far too quickly, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah, really. Although, I’ve only been surfing a couple times, and I’m pretty crap at it.”

“I’ll teach you if you want,” Cas said with a smile.

“I’d like that,” Dean replied, feeling the butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“So it’s a date, then?” Cas asked, looking up at Dean hopefully.

“God, yes,” Dean grinned. “Been wanting to ask you out for months.”

The way Cas’ eyes sparkled electric blue outshone the ocean a million to one. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Tearing his eyes away from Cas, Dean peered around the bar. “Hey Charlie, mind covering the rest of my shift? I’ve got a date,” Dean called.

Charlie immediately darted around the bar, bumping into Dean and punching his shoulder. “‘Bout damn time, Winchester.”

“Shut up,” Dean flushed, shoving at Charlie lightly but grinning widely.

“Did he finally ask you out?” Charlie asked, turning her attention to Cas.

Cas shook his head. “Nope,” he said, throwing a little smirk at Dean. “I asked him out.”

“Oh hell yes,” Charlie said with a laugh, reaching out to high-five Cas.

“Alright, we’re leaving now,” Dean muttered, slipping out from the bar before Charlie could embarrass him anymore than she already had.

“I’ve got a spare surfboard if you want to borrow mine?” Cas asked as they walked down towards the ocean.

“Yeah, that would be great,” Dean said, bumping his hand against Cas’ a couple times before finally sucking up the courage to link their fingers together. They walked the rest of the way with their fingers intertwined, sneaking glances at each other the whole time.

They spent the next hour out in the ocean, with Cas surfing several waves like an actual God, while Dean wiped out twice and refused to get back up out of sheer embarrassment. Even though he’d made a fool out of himself, it was by far the best date of Dean’s life; splashing water at Cas and the two of them laughing together at Dean’s desperate need for private lessons.

Sitting comfortably on his board, Dean watched in awe as Cas caught another wave, gliding across the water as if he belonged there. It was captivating and mesmerizing to watch from this close; to be allowed to stare at his date in wonder.

By the time Cas had paddled back to him, Dean had dropped himself down in the water to cool off, arms resting on the board as he looked up at Cas. The way the setting sun caught Cas’ profile was enough to cast a halo around his head, making Dean’s heart skip a beat in his chest. God, Cas was breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Let me help you up,” Cas said, pulling Dean out of the water until they were both sitting on one board, hovering in each other’s space; both of them darting looks at each other’s lips. As the sun set, creating the most romantic setting Dean had ever been in, Cas leaned forwards and kissed Dean. It was like fireworks bursting into the sunset; dizzy and electrifying and completely captivating. Teasing flicks of tongue, and yet gentle brushes of lips.

With the bright orange and pink sunset lighting the sky, and Cas’ hands sliding into Dean’s wet hair, it was the absolute best kiss of Dean’s life.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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sugar pie, honey bunch [lee bodecker smut]

➽ pairing: lee bodecker x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 4.3k ➽ summary: lee gets tired of your secret rendezvous at work, so he comes to your house and does something about it. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, unprotected sex (pls wear a condom), daddy kink, degradation, infidelity by both parties, loss of virginity, mentions of anal sex ➽ a/n: if you know me irl no u don’t <3

It was quiet. Too quiet. I hated that. The silence let my thoughts run amok and that was never good for anybody, but least of all me. I had a tendency to overthink things, and quiet and still only amplified that. Knockemstiff, Ohio was the absolute worst place to live if you hated silence, because nothing happened in that little town. About twelve years ago, there had been a veteran who killed himself after his wife died, but that was the loudest thing that had ever happened to my little Knockemstiff. I should know; I worked as a secretary at the police station. I heard all of the gossip from around town. Earlier today, someone had been arrested for being drunk, which I think everyone in Knockemstiff could be in violation of. Every other day was quiet. It was hell.

I could hear the crickets way out in the fields as I walked around the house. Those bugs served as my soundtrack as I found a box of matches and quietly slid a few into my mouth, and I padded through the house until I reached the front door. Knockemstiff was the sort of town where people didn’t use their front doors unless the Pope was showing up; it was all side doors and garages (if you were lucky enough to have one, which most of us didn’t). All that to say, I knew I could smoke by the front door and nobody would smell it.

The night was hot. Oppressive and stifling, nearly suffocating. My skin was tacky against my nightshirt as I struck a match and lit a cigarette, and I leaned up against the side of the house. The moon was full, casting silver light onto my barren front yard and the dirt road that stretched exactly from one side of town to the other that ran in front of the house. It was a weird sort of beautiful. But quiet. Oh so quiet.

Quiet, until I heard the far-off rumbling of a car. It wasn’t unheard of to get visitors in the night-- usually someone coming to ask me about the police station, because nobody had the balls or willpower to call our sheriff after hours-- but the noise drew closer at a snail’s pace. Whoever this was wasn’t in any hurry at all. Finally, a car rolled up in front of the house, the headlights off. There was a moment where I watched the car, then I sighed when the door wrenched open to reveal Lee Bodecker. The sheriff was a nice enough guy, maybe at the risk of being too nice sometimes and a total prick at others, but I was at a loss for why the hell he’d be here this late at night with his cruiser’s lights off. If it were an urgent police matter, he’d have his flashing lights on.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Sheriff Bodecker told me, his voice carrying across the yard.

“Do what?” I quipped.

His boots brushed the porch as he climbed the steps up, and I caught his eye in the moonlight. “Smoking’s unbecoming of a young woman,” Bodecker told me pointedly. “Anyway, it’s a bad habit.”

“You come to lecture me on smoking?” I asked. “I ain’t quite finished typing up that arrest report yet, if that’s what you’re after.”

“No, no,” Bodecker said. “Nah, I ain’t here for that, sugar.”

“Oh?” I said, crossing my arms. “And what are you here for?”

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” Bodecker said. “Ain’t you gonna invite me in? It’s awful late.”

“Exactly why I’m not gonna do that,” I said quickly, taking an exaggerated drag on my cigarette. “People talk, Lee. Blowjobs in the supply closet during lunch break are one thing; showing up to my house unannounced at half past midnight is something else. And I ain’t gonna be no Whore of Knockemstiff, ya hear me? Run along. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Invite me in, Y/N,” Bodecker said, tilting his head down to look me in the eyes. Bodecker was imposing: six feet tall and sturdy as a mule, even if his middle was getting a little soft. He had these steel-blue eyes that cut right to my core and gorgeous eyelashes, with puffy pink lips and a little cleft in his chin. Maybe if he were ten years younger, thirty pounds lighter, with one less marriage, I’d be into him properly, but that wasn’t the case. Our relationship was one of necessity (but aren’t they all?). His pretty little wife had stopped sucking his cock and he had a thing for my pink lipstick. It worked. That wasn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy our little trysts, because I definitely did, but something felt off about this certain encounter. He had never paid me a visit at home before. “Be a good little host for me.”

I huffed and stamped out my cigarette. “Come in, won’t you?” I grumbled, throwing open the squeaky screen door. It felt off to have Lee in my house, but everything about us was off. I guess this was only normal.

I flipped the light on and settled myself against the counter as Lee pulled off his tan sheriff’s hat. His hair was dark as pitch, shorn short on all sides but getting a little long at the top, and little wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes as he squinted at the pictures I had on the fridge. “And who’s this?” he asked, pressing his thumb into a picture.

I looked at it and clenched my teeth. “Boyfriend,” I answered simply.

“Oh?” Lee chuckled. “And where is he?”

“Well, right now, he’s in ‘Nam,” I answered. “He enlisted, got sent over.”

“And he didn’t propose before he left?” Lee asked, and I shook my head. “Hmm. Usually when men go to war, they make sure that they’ll have someone waiting for them when they get back.”

“Why are you here?” I asked suddenly. “What do you want?”

“The wife’s mad at me tonight,” Lee said. “She was drinking and started yellin’ at me. Said I was better gone.”

“And you came here?” I said. “Why?”

“Got nowhere else to go,” Lee shrugged. “And I figured that you’d welcome me.”

“You couldn’t go to a bar?” I asked.

“Not unless I wanted to run into my sister,” Lee said. “And I don’t feel like having a fucking lecture.”

I sucked in air through my teeth. “Fine,” I finally said. “But you’re on the couch.”

“Aw, c’mon, babe,” Lee groaned. He approached me at my place at the counter, and his arms went on either side of me, keeping me right where he wanted me. “It’s been a long day for me. You’re not really gonna make me sleep on no stinkin’ couch, are ya?”

“I sure am,” I told him. “‘Cause you’re sure as hell not sleeping in the bed.”

Lee tilted his head. “Not even a good night kiss?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “This is an inconvenience for me. I got shit to do tomorrow and I need sleep.”

“Which is why you were outside smoking,” Lee said.

“Helps me calm down,” I snapped. “Lee. Let me go.”

“You sure are a stupid little bitch, huh?” Lee sneered. “You really think I rolled up to your house just wanting a place to sleep? Honey, you shoulda been expecting more.”

Lee regularly spoke to me like this, but it was usually while I was tying my hair back and kneeling down in front of him. “Don’t call me that,” I said.

“It’s true, though, ain’t it?” Lee asked. “Just a dumb bitch, that’s all you are. You fuck a married man and try to act like you’re better than everyone else. And you don’t think everyone knows?”

My ego deflated in half a second. “Do they?” I asked shakily.

“That’s why the wife kicked me out,” Lee said. “Someone told her I was fuckin’ you, and she got mad. Asked for a divorce and all.”

“We’re not fucking, though,” I tried to counter.

“Oh, so you’ll put my cock in your mouth and call it ‘convienience’, but you draw the line at calling that ‘fucking’?” Lee scoffed. “C’mon, sugar. The whole town already knows it.” I tried to keep my chin up, but I know that Lee saw my lip trembling. “Oh,” he chuckled. “Except the whole town doesn’t know, do they? Your little boyfriend goes to sacrifice himself for the betterment of our fuckin’ country, and you’re here, whoring yourself out for me? Is that why you don’t wanna fuck me proper? Saving your first time for that bitch-boy?”

“I’m not a virgin,” I said, but Lee instantly saw through my lie.

“Bullshit,” he said. “You know how I know? You suck cock like a high schooler.” Lee’s hand went to my waist, and he held me a tight, bruising grip. His hands were so much stronger than I had imagined, and an unfamiliar heat bloomed between my legs. My arousal wasn’t usually a part of the supply closet moments between us, and I had never really felt that before my boyfriend left. This was uncharted territory for me, and I hated that Lee seemed to instantly know that. “I bet you think about me every night, don’t you?” Lee asked. He leaned into me and pressed a kiss to my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine. “Don’t you?” He growled, taking my skin between his front teeth.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re a dick.”

“Answer me,” Lee snapped, smacking my ass hard enough to make me gasp in pain. “You think of me fucking you stupid every single goddamn night, don’t you? I can tell, with the way you eye me at the station. You’re not subtle, honey, not in the slightest.”

“Lee,” I whimpered. “You’re hurting me.”

“Good,” Lee huffed into my neck. He shoved his hips against mine with enough force for my waist to collide with my countertop, and I became well and truly stuck between Lee’s rock-hard cock and the counter. I knew what he was offering, and I couldn’t deny that the thought of his thick cock inside of me made butterflies erupt in my tummy. He kissed my neck, becoming more needy by the second, and he finally sank his teeth into my skin. “Gonna have to make up your mind, sugar, or I’ll do it for you.”

I gulped down my anxiety, and I whispered, “Be gentle.”

“That’s a good girl,” Lee chuckled. “Show me where that bed is, sugar. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own goddamn name.”

As soon as I pulled Lee into my bedroom, he had pushed me onto the bed and was kissing me hard. He bit my lips and sucked on my tongue, and he swallowed every pathetic moan I let out. God, I was pathetic. I was shaking, I wanted him so badly. Lee obviously knew that and had no problem with letting it go to his head, because he situated himself over me and gave me a wolfish smile. “You want me to undress you, sugar?” he asked.

“I can do it,” I told him.

Quickly, I rid myself of my nightshirt, and my skin tingled at the exposure to the air. Lee gave a gentle sigh, almost like one of relief, and dipped his head to my chest. He ran his tongue from the dip of my neck to between my breasts, and he latched his teeth onto one of my nipples with no warning. I nearly gave a shout of surprise, but I kept it contained. If this bit of foreplay was any indication, there would be enough time for shouting and crying later.

“These…” Lee growled, grabbing at my breasts with rough hands. “Perfect fuckin’ tits, sugar, Jesus. Wanna come all over them. I just might have to.”

Lee’s mouth went to my other breast, and one of his hands fluttered down from my chest to my waist, and even lower. Again, without so much as a censure, he pushed a finger past my folds and sunk himself knuckle-deep into my throbbing heat. My back arched against my will and I cried out at the amazing feel of it, and Lee laughed into my tits. “I’m only doin’ this ‘cause it’s your first time,” Lee told me, slowly dragging his finger in and out of me. It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I felt tears welling in my eyes. It was so fucking good. “If I had it my way, I’d already have my cock in you. Have you on your belly, fucking the hell outta you, watching myself fuck you so deep.”

“Please, Lee,” I sobbed.

Through my watery gaze, I saw Lee smile against my chest. “Oh, what a good girl,” he moaned softly. “You’re my little fuck-toy, ain’t ya? Just fuckin’ desperate and begging for it. I guess it won’t take too long to fuck you absolutely stupid, will it?” I shook my head, and I jerked in surprise when his calloused finger drove itself into that spot inside of me. I called out his name; I was too far gone to care about the sick pleasure I knew it gave him. “Beg for it, sugar. Beg me to fuck you dumb.”

“Please, Lee,” I whimpered. “Lee, fuck, please. I-I want you to fuck me so hard, please, babe.”

Lee withdrew his fingers from me and sent a hard slap to my throbbing clit. This time, my gasp was one of genuine pain. “That ain’t what you call me and you fuckin’ know it,” he grunted. “Do it right or don’t do it at all.”

I knew what he wanted, and I was too far gone to care. “Oh, Daddy, please,” I mewled, squirming, longing for his touch once more. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk. I want you so deep in my pussy, please.”

“That’s more like it,” Lee whispered. Then, with a strength that I didn’t know that he possessed, he turned me onto my stomach and tugged my hips into the air. My arms shook as I tried to steady myself, and I felt my wet arousal drip down my thigh. As I tried to steady my breathing and remove the fog from my mind, I heard the sounds of Lee undoing his belt and shoving his pants down his thick thighs. His big hand captured a handful of my hair unexpectedly and he tugged me upright with only a small huff of exertion, and he bit my neck again. Lee Bodecker was an animal, and I liked it that way.

One hand stayed in my hair as his other guided himself inside of me, and I nearly felt sick. The stretch was otherworldly and, dare I say, painful. Maybe the prep he had been doing wasn’t such a poor idea. But I had made my bed; now I had to lie in it. “Slow down,” I panted, feeling the tears return, and I writhed in his grip. “Fuck, Daddy, it hurts.”

“I know it does,” Lee whispered, biting my ear. “But you asked for this. You asked for me to fuck you, and I’m gonna do just that. And ya know what? I think I’ll come in this pretty little cunt. What do you think of that?” I started to protest, but Lee shoved his fingers in my mouth, effectively shutting me the hell up. Even if I wanted to say something, I couldn’t. “Fill you up to the fuckin’ brim, have it drip outta you, it’ll be such a filthy thing to see. Your little boytoy comes home from the war and you’ve been letting an older, married guy stuff you full of cum? You think he’ll like that? Think he’ll wanna share?” Lee snapped his hips forward, fully burying himself inside of me, and I gave a wrecked sob around his fingers. I thought for sure that he would split me in two.

Lee’s fingers dug into my hip as he started a steady rhythm. I truly had no idea how old he was-- I imagined probably late 30s or early 40s-- but he was fucking me hard and fast with the stamina of someone my age. Either he had a lot of expertise in the field or he truly had the fantasy of coming inside of me and was wanting to hurry the process along. The more I thought about it, I realized that I really knew nothing about Lee. Not his wife’s name or if he had kids; I didn’t even know that he had a sister until he had mentioned it earlier. However, something about not knowing was better than knowing. At least, this way, I could sort-of distance myself from the act. I was fucking the sheriff (or, technically, he was fucking me), but we weren’t an item. I was just his favorite toy.

Lee suddenly wrenched my arms behind me and captured them against his chest, fully restraining me and leaving me pliable for him. With his fingers still in my mouth, I could hardly do anything but submit, but I liked that. I couldn’t tell if the throbbing in my pussy was pleasure borne from the way he was punishing my g-spot, or pain derived from his taut balls hitting my wet pussy every second. I had gotten my wish; there was to be no walking in the morning. I could feel spit gathering at the corners of my mouth, and I nearly choked on it, but Lee suddenly slowed down, molding his soft body against my back. “Fuck, honey, I’m gettin’ close,” he panted in my ear. “Now’s the time to tell me if you want me to come in ya or not.”

His fingers left my mouth, and I tried to form any thought. Lee was the only thing in my head, though, and I could only whimper out his name. That was answer enough for him, because he released my arm and shoved me down onto the bed. His hand grasped the back of my neck and held me down as his hips pounded in and out of me, huffing and panting. I never could have imagined that the sound of that would have turned me on as much as it did, but my muscles tightened around his fat cock, and he laughed. “Aw,” he cooed. “Does the little cunt need to come? I’ll be honest, I forgot all about that. Wanna make a mess all over Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

I answered with a keening whine, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Lee. He smacked my ass hard, surely adding to the redness and bruising that I know already existed, and he fisted my hair tighter. “Answer me, bitch,” he growled. “Say it. Say ‘I wanna come on your cock, Daddy’.”

“I wanna--” I started, and a shudder went down my body when I felt something warm and wet find home on my asshole. I was so far past the point of degradation, and my mind instantly went somewhere else. I had heard about that, sure, but I had never imagined that that could be something that I wanted. And yet, here I was, Lee’s spit coating my ass, mumbling out words that would send me to hell. “Fuck, Daddy. Can you fuck my ass?”

“Oh, is that what you want?” Lee asked. “As tempting as that is, I’ll save that for another night. I’m not sure you’re a virgin, sugar, begging for it up the ass. But, fuck, it looks so good… I guess we have something to look forward to, huh?”

Lee’s arm wound around my body and he instantly went to my poor clit. His fingers had tugged at it enough to make it tender to the touch, and he abused it as he fucked right into my g-spot. “Jesus Christ,” Lee whispered. “Squeezing the shit outta me. I’m serious, honey, let me know if you don’t want me to come in you. You’re about to not-- fuck, Y/N-- have a choice.”

“I want it,” I told him. “I fuckin’ want it.”

That seemed to be the final straw, because Lee sent one more hard fuck into me, and I felt his cock twitch before warmth spilled into my pussy. The squelching as he continued to fuck me through his orgasm was so loud that I was afraid that the whole of Knockemstiff would hear it, but I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I cared or not. Somewhere in the middle of that, Lee cussed and began to rub my belly, whispering sweet things to me that would have felt out of place only minutes before. I didn’t realize that I had come. I liked the feeling of it, though, especially with how sweet Lee was suddenly.

“Good girl,” Lee told me. He shushed me as I moaned and cried, my pleasure edging on pain, and he pushed my hair away from my neck and placed gentle, open-mouthed kisses on my throat. “So, so good for me, ain’t ya? So goddamn pretty when you’re coming all over my cock. I can’t tell you how much I dreamt of this…”

My entire body trembled as Lee pulled out of me, and I collapsed onto my bed, panting and trying to form a coherent thought that wasn’t just the sheriff’s name. Only a few seconds passed before he was on me again, but it felt different this time. Lee moved the two of us under the blankets and rubbed my back, and he kissed my forehead gently. I nearly thought it was love. As my tears dried and feeling returned to my fingers and toes, I became aware that Lee was naked against me. As far as I knew, he hadn’t undressed as he had fucked me. His skin was so warm and it was comforting, and I nuzzled my head into his soft chest. My throat was so dry as I tried to swallow to form words, and Lee titled my face up in order for me to look him in those pretty blue eyes of his.

“How’re ya feeling, sugar?” He asked, his voice as wrecked and raw as mine. “Feelin’ alright?”

“Sore,” I mumbled. “It hurts, Lee.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Lee whispered, and I knew that he was being honest. Lee was perhaps the biggest jerk in town, his elected title obviously inflating his ego more than it should have, but I never knew that he was capable of being sweet in this manner. “I was real rough with ya and I just shouldn’t have been. I feel plum awful ‘bout it.”

“No,” I croaked, splaying my hands against his chest. Underneath the coarse hair, I could make out white marks on his skin, and I pressed my forehead against him. As I studied his body, I saw more and more of the marks, and it was only when I saw my hip against his that I connected the dots. Stretch marks. My Lee had stretch marks all over him, just like I did. “Please don’t. I woulda stopped you if it was too much. Thank you.”

Lee nodded and sighed into my messy hair. “You looked so beautiful,” he told me. “Any man that calls you his is a lucky fuckin’ bastard, I’ll tell you that much.”

I couldn’t help myself. My lips pressed against my chest, and I took care to kiss every mark I laid my eyes on. “You’re…” I began. “You’re gorgeous, Lee.”

“Nah, knock that shit off,” Lee chuckled. “I ain’t nothin’ compared to you, sugar.”

“No, really,” I told him. “Those big blue eyes, your pink cheeks… Your fat fuckin’ cock--” I laughed at myself, and Lee kissed the top of my head. “You’re the most handsome man I ever met.”

“Even more than your soldier boyfriend?” Lee asked.

“My soldier boyfriend’s like a twig, Lee,” I told him. “There’s nothing there for me. But you…”

“I’m fuckin’ fat, s’what I am,” Lee said with a smile, but I saw the hurt in his eyes. “I’m old and I’m fat--”

“Alright, shut up,” I said. Suddenly, a different sort of desire burned in me, and I pushed Lee onto his back before I straddled his waist. “There ain’t nothing wrong with you, ya hear? You are fucking perfect, Lee.”

The insecurity flashed across his face, darkening his features for only a second. “But the marks--”

I twisted my body to show him my hip and thigh. “I got ‘em too,” I said. “And don’t act like you didn’t see them, not for one second. And what did you do? You didn’t give a shit. I don’t either. They’re a part of you, and you are so sexy, Lee. I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I met you, and nothing ‘bout that’s changed and nothing’ll make it change. And ya know what? I’d reckon you’re stuck with me, so get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m stuck with ya, am I?” Lee asked with a smile. He tugged me down to him, pressing his tongue into my mouth once more, and the ache between my legs was replaced with the now-familiar pleasing tingle. “And I get no say in it?”

“I think you got your say when you wanted to fuck me up the ass,” I said, sinking my teeth into his plush bottom lip. “What a fuckin’ cliche we are, huh? The sheriff fuckin’ his secretary.”

“When I first hired you,” Lee began, his warm hands traveling all over my body, and his fingers took special care to trace the white marks along my thighs, hips, tits, and ass. “My wife hated the idea. She said she was worried that late nights at the station would wreak havoc on me, and having a pretty little thing like you there with me was dangerous.”

“Don’t go talkin’ ‘bout your wife,” I groaned. “That’s such a turn off, Lee.”

“Oh, is it?” Sheriff Lee Bodecker laughed, stuffing his fingers back inside me, just like nothing had ever happened. “‘Cause you seem all wet for Daddy, just the same.”

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His Muse

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

Tony and Pepper are finally tying the knot. And your date for their wedding is none other than James Buchanan Barnes, your best friend.

Warning:

None

You couldn't feel more happy for Tony and Pep, they've been planning this whole event for more than a year and it's finally happening today. They're finally tying the knot!

All of the Avengers are attending their wedding. Everyone confirmed their attendance. They didn't want to miss the big day for Tony and Pep. They've been together for a long time now, so when everyone found out about their upcoming wedding, everyone got so excited about it, everyone got busy on checking their schedule, and the perfect outfit to wear.

Your schedule isn't a problem to you, neither your outfit. You have no idea who would be your date 'cause everyone have, but you.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror one last time before you finally head downstairs. You, Wanda, and Nat brought your outfits altogether, so you are confident that you are wearing a perfect attire. Yet, you're still not quite happy for not having someone to accompany you for the event. Clearly, Steve Rogers is coming with his neighbor slash stalker (God he hated that word) Sharon Carter, though they're nothing but friends. Nat and Bruce, Vision and Wanda, Clint and Laura, are no doubt will come together as each other's dates. Sam asked his sister Sarah to come with him. That leaves you to have no choice.

You admit, you're just really waiting for one person to ask you. Bucky. Your best friend.

But you thought he'll not gonna ask you because some girl from the research team have been eyeing him. So maybe, you'll really go alone. Anyway, Wanda and Nat made sure you wouldn't feel alone.

You went downstairs and to your surprise you saw Wanda, Nat, Vision, and Bruce talking to a guy whose back is facing your direction, so you can't see his face.

"Oh, there she is," Wanda said when she saw you, making everyone face your direction.

You finally saw who the guy is. It is Bucky.

The moment your eyes met, his lips form a smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You did not recognized him because of his new haircut and his facial hair is gone. You admit that he fits with clean cut and this kind of look, although any look will definitely fit him.

You went all the way downstairs and approached your friends as you give Bucky, who is staring at you as you walk towards them, a questioning look, "What are you doing here?" you asked him.

Before Bucky could answer your question, the rest of your friends excused themselves and announced that they'll just wait for the two of you outside. Now it's just you and Bucky, alone.

"You look beautiful as always," he suddenly said as your eyes meet again.

It's not everyday that you hear him compliment you. You two are best of friends and he often annoys you because of his sarcasm and cocky attitude, but you're not sure if his intention is to annoy you by telling you that you look beautiful. You don't want to make yourself a clown so you did not let your guard down.

"What are you doing here, Bucky? You're supposed to be with Steve and Tony," you crossed your arms in front of your chest while questioning him, "They need you there."

"I fixed everything that I need to fix. I cleared out my tasks and that gives me time to finally be here," he replied, making you more confuse.

Your brows furrowed, "Why? You're not supposed to be here at the first place. The last time I checked, we all talked about meeting at the venue, right?" you asked him.

"That's the original plan," Bucky answered.

"Then why are you here?"

"To fetch my date."

His date?

"Bucky, I have no time for your jokes, okay? So quit it. Stop your jokes and stop fooling around, we are needed in the venue in a few minutes and we all need to leave now," as you are about to turn your back to him, he walked around in front of you. You stared at him and you saw on your peripheral that he's holding something on his hand, when you checked, it was a corsage.

A corsage like what Vision and Bruce gave to Wanda and Nat.

You looked into his eyes again and you see seriousness. He's really serious about the thing he said about fetching his date. It's you.

"But I thought?"

He grinned as he grabbed your hand, "You thought I'd ask the woman from the research team?" he chuckled and put the corsage he was holding in your wrist, "There's no other woman I'd like to date in events like this but my muse, and that’s you," as soon as he finishes putting the corsage on your wrist, his eyes traveled back to your eyes, "You're the only person I want to take in my arms every single day. You're the only woman I want to date for the rest of my life."

It took you so long before you process everything but you soon realized that he's not just claiming you to be his date, he's also declaring what he truly feels for you.

"I'm sorry for not asking you earlier, nor telling you about this feeling of mine, but it's better late than never. Right?" he asked you.

"But what made you decide to tell me all of these now?" you asked him.

He squeezed your hand, "Because Tony and Pepper's wedding made me realized that I am not getting any younger. God, I am a hundred and six years old already. I don't want to miss anything in life anymore. I don't want to regret something for not doing anything. So here I am, telling you that it has always been you inside my heart and I didn't had the guts to tell you right away because I didn't think you'd deserve someone like me, someone with a dark past. But I can't stand seeing you with someone else, so I worked out myself and be the man you deserve to have," he walked closer to you and leave a kiss on the back of your hand, "I hope you could give me a chance."

Before you could open your mouth to say anything about his declaration, the front door opened and you and Bucky saw Vision's head.

"We hate to interrupt your beautiful moment but we are running late, I believe," Vision said, finally learning how to use the door properly.

Bucky answered, "Yeah, coming!" he yelled.

The door closed again and your eyes met Bucky's gazes again. You saw in his eyes how he wanted to hear your answer.

You smiled at him as you put your hand on his cheek, "Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? Shall you and your date go now?" you linked your arms to his.

He nodded, "Let's go, my muse."

-v.dl

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starryeyedrookie · 3 years

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The Pancake Predicament (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Evelyn Long)

Word count: 808

Rating: Teen+ due to some mildly suggestive themes

Category: Fluff

Summary: Evelyn guides Ethan through the art of pancake making

A/N: Hello, hello! I’m finally back with a new fic after having not written one since July.😬 This one is a little on the shorter side, but hopefully it’s the start of me getting back into writing. Thanks to everyone that’s stuck with me and to all the new people that followed, I hope you all enjoy reading❤️

In the soft, orange glow of the morning, a small figure tiptoes across the room, pillowcase in hand.

Reaching the other side of the bed, she carefully tries to place it over the head of the sleeping giant.

“Shhhh… it’ll be over soon,” she whispers.

“Mmmmm…. huh? Evelyn wha-”

“Aw, Ethan. You wrecked my plan. You weren’t supposed to wake up yet.” She sighed, slowly removing the pillowcase from his head.

“Your… plan?” He inquired, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Mhm, my plan.”

“Okay, why did your “plan” involve putting a pillowcase over my head?”

“Because I was trying to kidnap you! I’m pretty sure pulling up with candy in a white van wouldn’t work, so I thought this would be the next best thing!”

“Evelyn. We live together.”

“I know, but I was trying to make things interesting.”

“Come here.”

Climbing over Ethan onto the bed, Evelyn lays down in his outstretched arms.

“What did you need me for on this fine morning?”

“I was thinking…” she started, carefully tracing a finger over his chest, “that I could teach you to make pancakes today.”

“Me? Pancakes? You already know that I can’t make those.”

“Which is exactly why I’m going to teach you. Since I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve always found it so strange that a guy that can make a fancy Georgian Stuffed Chicken can’t make and fry a simple little pancake batter. I suppose Nigella didn’t teach you well enough.” she laughed, knowing she caught his attention with her last comment.

“I refuse to tolerate any more Nigella slander,” he replied sitting up, “Let’s go.”

Before Ethan could even finish tying his robe, Evelyn took his hand and lead him to the kitchen.

“Surprise! I already separated and measured out the wet and dry ingredients for you so it's one less thing to worry about,” she said as she moved over to the counter. “I also have blueberries and chocolate chips to put in mine, but if you're already overwhelmed, you can leave them out.”

“Okay, let's start. So I just whisk the eggs, milk, melted butter and vanilla in this bowl and then add the mixture to the flour bowl?

“That's the way! Man, I should have my own cooking show.”

“I'm done. Do I put some oil on the griddle?”

“I like to use butter. It gives it a richer flavour.”

“Alright. Are you finished? The griddle is hot now.”

“Yep, I'm all done. Let's spoon it on!”

“How long before we flip them?” Ethan inquiries coming up behind Eve and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Haha, as soon as they’re golden.”

“Mmm… so, how much time do you think we have?” he whispers in her ear as he turns her around.

“Not enough for whatever you want to start.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he replied, hastily placing her on the kitchen island and settling between her legs.

“Ethan!”

“Shh… let me take care of you.”

Leaning her back on the counter, he gently slides his hand up her leg as he kisses her forehead down to her lips.

“Ethan… something smells li-”

“Yes, something smells lovely. You used that shampoo I told you I liked, didn’t you?” he smiles as he moves his hand to unbutton her top.

“Yes, Ethan. But something smells like it’s burning!”

“What?!”

Turning around as the smoke alarm went off, Ethan rushes to assess the condition of the pancakes while Evelyn opens the door to let out the smoke.

“See? I burnt the damn things. I told you I couldn’t make them.”

Closing the door as the alarm shut off, Eve slowly walked over to where Ethan was staring helplessly at the burnt cakes.

“You were doing well until you decided to get distracted.” she remarked, motioning at her unbuttoned top.

“It’s not my fault that you’re too distracting for your own good.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, we should clean these off and finish the rest of the batter. This time I’m going to make sure you don’t get distracted.”

As Ethan pours the rest of the batter and flips the pancakes, Eve finishes setting the table.

“See, you did it!” she exclaimed as Ethan brought over the steaming hot cakes and maple syrup.

“Yes, yes, mission accomplished I suppose. Though, I do think I deserve a reward for accomplishing such a major feat. Maybe finishing what we started earlier…”

“Haha we’ll see. We have to see if these actually taste good first. We’ll take a bite together one three. One… two… three!”

Taking a bite, Ethan closes his eyes as he savours the rich, buttery flavour.

“Surprisingly, I think these are the best pancakes I’ve ever had.”

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” she smiles, taking his hand.

“I know. Just like how I’m proud of you. Thank you for your help.”

“Anytime.”

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the-silentium · 3 years

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A story of freezing cold and scorching heat

Masterlist - A story of shirts - A story of having each others back

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Words: 2748 words

Warnings: Fluff for today only ~ (I know, how unusual)

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A/N: Generously brought to you by my baby of 6 years that offered me roses, cookie dough, ice cream and a romantic dinner. To all those missing such a loveable man/woman, please have this piece of fluff to keep you warm 💜

Taglist: @haloangel391 / @clone-rambles / @mandaloriandin

"Are you serious right now?" The only answer you got was a snicker from the other side of the door. "Wrecker I swear! If there's only cold water when it's my turn, I'll eat all your secret stash of cookies!"

"You wouldn't dare!" He yelled, slight panic wrapping his words.

"Don't challenge me." You crossed your arms on your chest even though he couldn't see you from his spot in the shower.

A silence passed before he tried to hit you under the belt.

"You wouldn't because then you'd be fat."

You rolled your eyes at his poor attempt. You knew his stash had a big total of two and a half boxes of cookies, nothing to transform you into a Hutt even if you ate them all in one evening by yourself. Maybe you'd puke, but this wasn't the matter at hand.

"Nooo because I'd share with everyone but you." You childishly replied, hoping that this would finally scare him enough to get him out of the shower and let you some hot water.

"I'll hurt you." He threatened.

"No you won't. One, because you're not like that, and two, because there's the 'no hurting your teammates rule'. Hunter would be really disappointed." You chuckled at his frustrated groan.

More time passed and you had to hit the door a couple of more times to get a reaction.

"Okay. I'm getting out." He said it so innocently, not at all defeated to have his pleasure ripped away from him. No, you weren't falling into that trap.

"I'm not dumb Wreck. There's already no hot water left."

The silence told you all you needed to know.

"Cookies for me it is!" You yelled as you dashed to his bunk where he tried to hide his sweets in the empty grenade box he kept under his boxers. How you found his stash in the first place was a story for another time.

As fast as lightning you ran out of the barracks to jump out of the Marauder just as Wrecker emerged from the fresher with only a towel around his waist, water still running down his bare torso.

"They're mine!" He desperately yelled after you, not daring to follow, not when the ship was based on a snowy planet.

"Wrong! They're mine now. Fairtrade for hot water must I say!" You bragged, stuffing one cookie into your mouth, ignoring the cold snaking its way into your clothes, and freezing over your feet in seconds. Damn you. Barrelling out without your boots.

Your smile grew at his apparent anger that built at each chocolate cookie passing your lips. You were at your fourth when he snapped.

"Fine! Hope you like the cold then!" He pressed the button to close the door and smirked as he watched you try to reach the ramp in time.

"Wrecker!" You pounded on the door, already feeling your resolve crumble as shivers ran up your spine. You tried hitting the opening button from your side but it came without surprise that it didn't work. He had locked the commands from inside. "Open the door!"

"No."

"Please open the door!" Your feet were already tingling at this point. Cursing your low-temperature intolerance, you continued to hit the door with the bottom of your fist, the cookies still safely stacked under your left arm. "Wrecker, please!"

You really were getting desperate fast whenever cold was involved.

You stopped pounding at the lack of answer, instead leaning your head on the cold metal to hear his faint footsteps walking away. You yelled his name again but it quickly became evident that it was no use.

Tech was aboard the ship but had plugs in his ears to muffle the sound of yours and Wrecker's singing earlier, and Maker knew that Tech could work on his prototypes and equipment enhancements for hours on end. He was the one that had the least chance to let you in.

Then there was Hunter and Crosshair who went into the nearby village to get some medical supplies after someone used all the bandages to prank another someone by tying them to a chair in their sleep.

They were gone for a while now, hopefully, they were on their way back and would make it before you froze to death.

Resolved to your fate, you crouched in a tight ball under the ship where the wind was blocked by the big boulder nearby and munched on more cookies. If you were to die on a snowy planet, better be with your stomach full of sugar.

You finished the already half-eaten box and used the cardboard to protect your feet a little of the snow by stepping on it. It didn't help much as your socks were already soaked but it did alleviate some of the cold.

You had to admit, the cookies were delicious and you would have felt really bad for eating them without Wrecker if only he hadn't locked you out.

Half a payback plan later, footsteps crunching on the snow reached your ears and you suddenly lifted your head to pinpoint the location of the newcomers.

A yelped escaped your throat as you hurriedly jumped to your feet when your eyes found the two dark helmets walking your way, hitting your head on the underside of the ship. You winced, immediately returning into a fetal position to grad at your head, dropping the boxes to the ground.

"What are you doing outside?" Hunter reached your position in a light run, his gloved hand reaching for your tingling cheek.

"Wrecker locked me outside." You groaned, still massaging your scalp in hope that maybe the attention would appease the pain.

"Because you ate his cookies?" Crosshair pushed the discarded container with the tip of his boot.

"Ya. Because he used all the hot water." As the pain faded away, you lifted your head to meet their impassive helmets and offer a quivering smile to the two commandos.

"Not again." The sergeant growled before passing his own supplies to Crosshair in favor to carry your shivering form in his arms to the ramp.

With the push of a button on his vambrace, the door opened and in a second you were out of the biting cold and melting in your boyfriend's arms, warmth finally coming into contact with your skin. The relief was short-lived as the hot air worsened the tingling in your hands. You winced in silence, although it clearly didn't go unnoticed.

"Cross," Hunter started as the sniper dropped the supplies on the nearby table, "cuddle duty. Gotta have a talk with Wrecker."

"With pleasure." You chuckled as you were passed from one clone to the other like you were about to break. Well. Maybe you were.

The 5 steps separating you from the barracks seemed endless now that you had the opportunity to cuddle with a sniper that radiated warmth as much as a high performing furnace. The best in the situation was that he couldn't deny your freezing hands and gods, they were ice cubes.

You got carefully laid on your bunk in which you sighed because it was warmer than the cold composite armor that was pressed against you seconds ago. Your fingers gripped the covers thrown on top of you to pull them all the way to your nose, leaving your eyes out of your cocoon to admire the soldier stripping from his armor.

A smirk stretched his lips as he caught you staring. He then proceeded to keep eye contact the whole time he removed the pieces of armor, trying to make you squirm under his gaze.

It was something he did often now that you passed more time together and that he allowed you to be in his personal bubble more often. His new goal now that you were aware of his feelings was trying to make you blush and avert your eyes with a gaze that told you everything that passed through his head. And he had a really, really filthy head.

Soon the heat on your cheeks was too much, prompting your fingers to pull the cover higher over your head to create a barrier between his heated thoughts and your fragile mental state.

It took a bit more than 30 seconds for him to be in his blacks and slide under the covers to wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his comfortable chest. The abrupt change in temperature hurt for a couple of seconds but faded quickly in favor of a pleasant feeling of finally thawing onto this armless container of condensed fire.

"You two really have to stop messing around." He whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"He started first." You snuggled into his neck, careful to keep your hands off any patch of unprotected skin. You didn't want to bristle him with a sudden icy touch to the sensitive skin of his waist even though it was what you desired the most at the moment.

"You're childish." He sighed into your hair, a small pressure onto the top of your scalp made you perk up in wonder.

Your eyes met his, the dim light passing through the crack of the barely open door allowed him to find your gaze in the dark. A quick flicker of his eyes to your lips made you grin to cover up your accelerating heartbeat.

"But you like it." You held his gaze this time, not flinching like your body wanted to.

"Wrong." You frowned, genuinely confused and a bit hurt. "I love it."

His fingers caressed your cheek and with a really slow movement, brought his face closer to yours. You had plenty of time to pull away or hide in his neck or pull the covers over your head but you didn't. You couldn't. Not when this was what you wanted for weeks now but was too coward to ask or initiate the move.

His chapped lips met yours tentatively. It was a simple ghostly feeling like he still wasn't sure if this was fine until you reached for his cheek to pull him to you and the dam broke.

You followed his rhythm, more than happy to follow his lead because you couldn't think at the moment. It was happening. You were kissing the grumpiest clone of the GAR and Maker does it felt good.

It wasn't rushed, this first kiss was to be perfect, an exchange of silent words and repressed feelings that finally got to be acknowledged and heard.

Reluctantly you pulled away to allow air in your lungs again, the lightness from the lack of oxygen mixed with the excitement of the moment left you drained. Your breath mended with his as he kept hovering over your face, following your lips when you finally let your tired body rest onto the pillow for support.

He stayed close, merely an inch away, breathing in tandem with you until you captured his lips again in a more demanding rhythm that he happily obliged. This time you needed more and more you got. More pressure, more speed, more tongue. Although it was never practiced before, the kiss never became sloppy and you felt it, Crosshair was focussed on your own movements this time, adapting himself to your needs.

Huffs escaped your lungs as you separated yourself from him to hide in the crook of his neck and calm yourself down in the safety of his arms.

Unbeknownst to you, his hands had entangled themselves in your hair and your shirt, the hand on your lower back gripping the fabric to keep himself from going further.

He rolled from his side to his back, pulling you with him. Your cheek rested right above his heart that was amazingly steady although a bit fast, nothing compared to your frenzy one.

You moved slightly to put you more comfortable, one leg found its home between his and your left hand dared to reach for the hem of his shirt to touch the skin hidden under the layer. A kiss on the forehead along with the acceleration of his heartbeat pushed you to sneak your hand further up, palm fully touching the bottom of his ribs and thumb moving along the top of his abdomen.

You thought he would hiss because of the difference of temperature that was still apparent but no. A sigh filled your ears and it almost made you sigh in turn, he really was warm and shit, these blacks were warmth blocking you!

"I've heard you talking to Tech a bit ago." You hummed as your brain tried to remember what you discussed with the engineer 'a bit ago' but couldn't remember. Hell, you talked so much with Tech that you couldn't tell what you talked about during lunch yesterday.

"What about?" His hand in your hair moved from the back of your head to the space between your shoulder blade, right under the collar of your shirt as you did with his.

"A holiday on your planet. One where lovers exchange gifts to express their feelings." Oooh.

"Valentine's day." You nodded, knowing where this was going. Could he really know that the V day was today? Did he consult Tech?

"I got you something." He whispered like admitting this too loud was going to create a catastrophe.

You whined as he slowly untangled himself from you, already missing the warmth and comfort of his slim body.

"Won't be long." He chuckled while replacing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's already too long." You pouted, hoping that your bottom lip poking out would make him stay. Your eyes saw the hesitation in his as he glanced at your mouth. You almost cheered, but then he turned away and exited the room.

Huffing, you pulled the cover over your head to enjoy in the warmth left behind by his furnace of a body.

Valentine's Day has never been a holiday that you liked very much, mainly because you were alone and seeing everyone around with their partner made you angry and envious. You tended to hide in your tiny house or pass the day roaming around the jungle, away from the affection that was never directed at you and all the words of love spoken with a passion that always made you ache.

A forced cough caught your attention, breaking your dangerous train of thought. The light illuminating the room was totally unexpected, causing you to wince and squint your eyes to see what was happening. There before your bed stood Crosshair with three flowers in his hands, their blue petals faded into a soft white towards the middle. They looked almost made of snow and ice, their extremities catching the light to sparkle like tiny diamonds.

"I know the holiday wants lovers to exchange red roses but there aren't any he-"

You cut him off by jumping at his neck, hugging his body tightly as tears ran down your cheeks to wet his shirt. The hand not holding the flowers moved upwards to gently stroke your back.

"I love them." You pull away, still crying but smiling brightly.

In the snap of a finger, he became very serious, his eyes almost hard on you, although you came to read this expression as 'I'm not messing around right now so listen'.

"I love you."

And you knew he did. Crosshair wasn't a teller, he showed people how he felt. You're an ass? A punch in the face will do perfectly. Overconfident? He'll make you doubt yourself with a simple gaze. You mean the world? Suddenly you had a buddy to hear about your fears and nightmares, a steaming coffee was always ready for you whenever you woke up from a hard night, reassurances would be whispered in your ears when you started doubting yourself, you would always have someone to make you smile at the end of the day and many more good thing meant to make you feel valued, wanted, loved without even asking anything. Yes, Crosshair talked through actions and you noticed every single one of them.

"And I love you too." Hands reached for his cheeks once again to stroke their skin while your lips met his in a new dance.

Without watching, the sniper set the flowers on the nearby bed to return to the comfort of the covers where you passed the rest of the evening on cuddling duty, occasionally throwing some kisses into the job.

#crosshair x reader #bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #sergeant hunter #star wars #clone wars #clone force 99 #murphy day #fluff

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 6)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Special Grade

Next Chapter: Bird of Flame

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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We are finally past the introductions and getting into the bulk of the story🥰💕 excited for this to unravel.

Chapter 6: Speed of Sound

You had a physical and cursed energy examination along with the second years the next day. Much like when you had your height and weight measured at the clinic. But this time, it was your power, speed, stamina, defense level, and flexibility with and without your cursed technique that they were measuring.

“Ugh, it’s so windy out today.” Mai complained. The sun was really bright as the four of you first years stood there.

“Y/n.” All of you turned to look at the source of the voice. You smiled brightly upon hearing him. “It has been a while.”

“Noritoshi senpaii~” you skipped your way towards him with a huge smile on your face. “How have you been?”

Noritoshi was always busy, with clan affairs, missions (now that he got recommended for grade 1 and is enroute to a semi-grade 1) and studies that you only had a short time to say hi whenever you passed by the other in the hallways. But he always secretly looked forward to seeing you.

He nodded his greeting to the other first years before turning to smile down at you as you came up to him. “Not too bad. Hope you’ve adjusted well to campus life?” he murmured, eyes softening.

“I’m okay, don't worry about me. Shared class today, this is my first time. I wonder how it will go?” You excitedly said.

“The usual, you might find it boring. Ah, and I’ve heard that you were given the title Special Grade. Congratulations.” He said.

“Is that something to be celebrated?” you asked while tilting your head to the side. “Thank you though.”

He mimicked you, tilting his head in the same direction and leaning forward so that your eyes were both still in line with each other’s, “It’s proof that you’re strong and that’s also a good thing.”

You hummed in thought. “I don’t really care about rankings to be honest. I just need to be strong enough to protect the ones I love.”

Noritoshi’s eyes slightly widened at that. He was about to speak when he was rudely interrupted.

“TSUCHI CHAN! You owe me a fight.” Todo senpai boomed with Momo sighing tiredly beside him. You jumped about 4 feet into the air at the sound and Noritoshi protectively held a hand in front of you again. “That’s enough Todo. It’s still early in the morning.”

“A fight, or else I will reveal who your ideal type is to everyone here.” He grinned.

Oh no he didn’t. The winds picked up around you as your cursed energy flared dangerously. Everyone except Noritoshi took a step back from you.

You looked up at him with the coldest eyes you have, “You promised you wouldn’t senpai. But I am not backing down from a fight. Don’t cry too badly when I bury you 6 feet underground.”

“There it is! Her dark side.” Miwa cried out. “You’re gonna die senpai.” But Todou just laughed. “I knew you were interesting the moment we met Tsuchi chan. It’s settled. A fight later after class.”

“Todo’s gonna die later. I look forward to seeing it.” Mai yawned nonchalantly as Mechamaru just nodded. Momo just laughed as she settled in beside Mai.

Soon Utahime called you all to attention and you went on with the activities. You were competing with Todo for almost every measurement (with the use of cursed energy of course. You were not so strong without it).

You just laughed at yourself as you found out you had the weakest physical punching power among the first years. Yep, you rely too much on your cursed energy to back you up.

You had the highest score though when you used your cursed energy. You warped the space around your hand in a spiral motion, the wind picking up around your fist, before you propelled yourself to punch the target. BAANG! It was pushed a number of meters back further than Todo’s target.

Todo just clapped. “Well done.” And the entire time, Noritoshi was closely monitoring you, staying by your side and asking questions about your technique.

At that, you tugged on his sleeve and he smiled and bent down for you. You told him quietly that you would tell him more about it later when you’re alone. His eyebrows raised, but his smile widened, “Thank you for that. I don’t mind telling you about mine too.”

The others were just silently watching you both out of the corner of their eyes.

“Mai chan, wanna bet as to when those two will get together?” Momo whispered. Everyone else except the two of you heard her.

“Depends on what you wanna bet on. But I’m willing to bet they’ll get together in the next maybe 4 months or so.” she smirked.

“3 months” Miwa piped up quietly.

“Maybe 2 months lol.” Mechamaru said.

“No. They might take… a few weeks. 3?” Todo said seriously.

Utahime cleared her throat out loud gathering all of your attention. “Last activity. Running laps. This track field is 400 meters long as you all know. Finish 1 lap. First without then with your cursed technique. Nishimiya and Tsuchimikado flying is permitted.”

You perked up at that and clapped your hands excitedly. Then stopped and thought about it remembering your father’s words:

“ ‘You don’t have to max out your abilities. We keep our clan’s abilities as much of a secret as possible to prevent any information leakage that may be used against us. Remember to use your technique wisely. You’re the strongest in our clan, sweetheart.’ You nodded, ‘Okay papa.’ ”

So God speed mode of a Mach 4 is out of the picture. Mach speed 3… maybe out. ‘No I can limit it to just under the speed of sound.’ you thought determinedly.

You zoned out the next hour until it was time to run with your cursed technique. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Noritoshi put a hand on your back to support you.

You quickly shook your head “I’m fine, no worries.” He didn’t look like he believed you but let you go ahead.

“Tsuchimikado. It says here on your report that you can move at mach speeds.” Utahime spoke. FUCK. Oh well. You turned to her with the stiffest smile on your face as she realized you didn’t want the information disclosed.

You took your starting position, still determined to keep it under half the speed of sound. “Ready… go!” You whipped around the entire trackfield in just under 3 seconds.

“Tsuchimikado. 2.4 seconds.” You nodded and jogged back beside Miwa who gave you a high five. “That was sooo cool, you need to let me fly with you next time.” She excitedly said.

You laughed. “I’m not the best at holding people with me when I move at high speeds. But slow flying is fine.”

“Why don’t you go faster?” Todo asked. Everyone quieted down as you turned to him. “I have a feeling you've been limiting your output. You’ve obviously been holding back this entire time, are you not taking it seriously? We are here to challenge ourselves, there is no need to hold back.”

Your eye and finger twitched. “That’s not it.” This man was amazing at pushing your buttons. But you sighed as there was no reason to hide it anymore. “Utahime sensei can I-”

“Go ahead. When you’re ready.”

You took your starting position again. You could push Mach 5 if you wanted to, though just above Mach 1 should be enough.

But you can feel Todo just silently egging you on from the sidelines. And it honestly worked. “Start!”

There was a loud BANG! You were back in the starting line in less than a second. The only proof of your movement was the smoke and dust rising above the tracks.

“I am so sorry, but I didn’t catch that. I physically can’t. That was less than a second. Your speed please?” Utahime called out. “Mach 2.”

You stepped right up to Todo with a challenging glint. “Prepare yourself for later.” He just huffed out a proud smile, then you stood aside with Miwa and Noritoshi.

“Was that, just now a sonic boom?” asked Noritoshi. “No it was my ringtone.” you deadpanned. The others choked a laugh out at that.

He turned to you with a pout, but you just bumped his hip with yours and laughed “It’s called sarcasm Noritoshi senpai~” He quietly chuckled along, which he was surprised at how easy it was to do so whenever he was with you.

You all finished up. Momo was also pretty fast, going at 10 seconds around the track. Noritoshi senpai blew you out of the water to be honest. His record was 35 seconds on foot. How. That was over the world record for men’s running.

You noticed a red marking forming over his eye and remembered seeing it for a bit when it came to the strength measurement test earlier. He was just a bit behind you, Mechamaru and Todo in terms of power.

And Mechamaru and Todo were largely… disproportionate to him, being way bigger and bulkier. But he could somehow manage.

“Are any of you going to spar after this? If so I will be supervising.” Utahime sensei called.

“We will.” Todo senpai motioned between the two of you. Noritoshi surprisingly spoke up too, “I also wanna have a go against y/n if that’s fine with you.” He turned to you with a concerned look. You just smiled, “Of course it’s fine Noritoshi senpai!”

“Okay, try not to break anything, limit the damage here on campus please. I will be calling a close if it gets too bad.” Utahime warned.

“There's no need for that.” You smiled to yourself.

Author's Rambles: Mach Speed (AKA Supersonic speed) is described as a speed greater than the speed of sound. Mach X means that the speed is X times greater than the speed of sound. A Mach 5 would be categorised as Hypersonic speed^^. O/C uses her Psychokinesis to move her forward as fast as she can.

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