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Devil's Snare; Vanille Sparks (Lead Singer)
Vanille Sparks was quite an interesting Hufflepuff— or more appropriately, Hufflepunk. She was also a half-blood at that, and while going to Hogwarts seemed much better than venturing through normal muggle school, Van found herself quickly growing bored with spellwork and potions. The Frog Choir was enough to placate her for a time but she wanted to take it a step further with music of her own tastes. As the front lady and lead singer of Devil's Snare, many might be surprised to find that the demoness on stage is much softer in person than her appearance would portray her to be. Looks can be deceiving, but she does love to lend a sweeter tone to the wizard punk scene.
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so my boyfriend is very into cologne and i have smelled a whole freaking lot of cologne because he usually asks me to smell them before he buys them and so i have this weird pocket of knowledge of mens cologne that i never use until im watching celebrity interviews as background noise and they inevitably answer the "what do you smell like" question and then i judge them heavily because they all say either fucking chanel blue or tom ford ombre leather or dior sauvage like. you are a millionaire. you can afford to not be basic thank you and goodnight.
#at LEAST wear fucking tobacco vanille or something that's miles better than ombre leather#also why does every man have the urge to smell like the most intense musk#its not middle school anymore guys you've graduated past axe#god#ALSO ALL OF THOSE SMELL SO SIMILAR#anyway yeah occasionally i get mad about this#do not ask what sparked this#not a tag#from saph
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girl i would love and be most grateful to hear your perfume recs and thoughts, if you're willing/able to share <3
hi :) here are some of my faves —
tom ford tobacco vanille – my signature scent! i am so serious this is the best perfume ever. when i say this shit makes me go feral i mean it. i have been stopped on the street wearing this sooo many times. i feel like i could usurp a king. i could fight god etc
maison tahité vicious cacao – the love of my life. i write about it in my diary and dream about it at night. opens with a soupcon of vanilla cake, pepper, boozy rum, and cocoa. soon became salty, chewy, and darkly sweet with less noticeable vanillic tones. has subtle hints of florals, possibly jasmine + the salty caramel note ties everything together and keep the perfume from being overly sweet.
galop d’hermes – ok this one is perfect! but so not easy to get. smells like sophistication, privilege, and arrogance. i don’t believe this is for everyone but if you are a rose & leather enthusiast then it’s phenomenal!
la perla let the dance begin – biggest compliment getter! bulgarian rose, cardamom, patchouli, caramel and sandalwood... so exotic & dreamy. get your nose on this beauty right away
spice must flow etat libre d’orange – it’s a majestic aromatic flow of cinnamon and ginger, with numerous sparks of pepper and a rich incense background. the type of fragrance that leaves the perfect impression without the wearer saying anything, like an effortlessly perfect posture.
giorgio armani ambre eccentrico – stop you dead in your tracks and make you turn around kind of scent. dried fruits, cinnamon, amber accord, tonka bean, patchouli, musk, and plum. mouth watering!
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some CrimsonFang/FangCrimson (Faïrouz Zaïna Benrahma X Miguel O'Hara) drabble that has been marinating in my brain just because
WARNING: SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE (they're making out, but it's not too graphic/descriptive)
also i think it can be considered as sensory focus on facial hair due to Miguel's stubble being mentioned more than once
It was only five in the afternoon when Faïrouz opened those tired eyes of hers from her afternoon nap. She could not believe herself, she could not believe that she had him wrapped up all around her, calling her his, showing affection and such…
She couldn’t believe it…
Faïrouz felt his sleeping weight over her tired body, his leg hooked into hers, his arms enveloping her and the air blown from his nose against her neck as the prickly sensation of regrowing stubble grazed her skin. She felt protected in his embrace and so did he feel protected in hers.
His name was Miguel… Miguel O’Hara. Spider-Man of Nueva York ot the year 2099, Earth-928B. His dimension’s time was a century away from Faïrouz’s dimension, Nouvelle York, 1999, Earth-4725.
Faïrouz shifted a little bit, but to her surprise, his arm tightened around her strong, yet soft figure; A deep, low and long masculine hum rung against her ear, signaling that he wanted her to stay here with him, Miguel could never get enough of Faïrouz… She was his lucky star.
“Leaving so soon…?” he whispered groggily as he stirred awake, his head leaned away from the crook of her neck and looked into her tender, chestnut brown eyes with his own, giving her a smile as he took in her beauty beneath that VHS tape filter.
“Never expected you to wake up…” Faïrouz replied in a whisper, smiling back. Her fingernails were well trimmed as she scratched his cheek gently, playfully; her other hand was on the back of his head as her fingers played with his silken waves and curls of his hair.
“Do you think I should shave…?” Miguel asked as he felt her fingers scratch his stubbly cheek.
“If you don’t want to, I’m not the one to stop you.” Faïrouz replied, she wasn’t exactly sure on which one she liked, stubble or no stubble.
Miguel leaned forward until the side of his nose brushed against hers, their lips were a gentle whisper away from grazing against each other, “I’m asking you, Faïrouz… it’s what you want…”
Faïrouz chuckles at his response, “I have no preference, Miguel… I like you, stubble or no stubble…”
“Nah… You have to pick one… and only one…” Miguel leaned even closer, the distance between their lips was the breadth of a sewing needle; his hand curled around her waist and his other plunged through the curls of her hair, he whispered “God… you have such soft hair…”
“You’re so mean…” Faïrouz chuckled at his response. Miguel knew that now was his chance, “I’m so sorry… perhaps I can make up for it with this…?”
His eyes closed until his lips finally touched hers in a soft and tender kiss. Miguel pulled away for a little while until he gave Faïrouz another feather-weighted kiss on her lips before it turned into continuous lighter pecks. The kisses sparked something in the two like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
Miguel’s arms tightened around Faïrouz as the kiss grew heavier and more fervent than before. That kiss created a violent swarm of butterflies in their stomachs until they pulled away from each other.
Miguel wiped his mouth before leaning towards the crook of her neck and planting tender osculations over the vulnerable skin. Faïrouz responded by leaning her head back against the armrest of the couch. Faïrouz’s breathing was shallow and heavy from the kisses Miguel planted on her neck, along with the scratches of the regrowing stubble on his face, this made Faïrouz’s insides squeeze and turn inverted from the joy of being with him.
“You smell amazing, it’s almost intoxicating…” Miguel whispered as he continued to kiss Faïrouz’s neck. His grasp on her tightened as his fingers danced among her curls, he then whispered “I can’t get enough of you…” He inhaled her vanilla and patchouli perfume as she inhaled the scent of seabreeze and eucalyptus that stuck to his skin.
Miguel pulled away from her neck and gave her a firm, but sweet kiss on her cheek, smiling at her and whispering to her with a streak of sarcasm, “Do you forgive me for how mean I was earlier…?”
“Consider your apology accepted, روحي…” Faïrouz replied with a kiss-drunken smile as she planted a kiss on his nose. [my soul in Arabic]
“Well, now that it’s settled… What's the plan for dinner, hm…?” Miguel asked her, stroking her soft, rosy cheeks with his thumbs.
“I was thinking about ordering takeout, I would kill for that teriyaki salmon and vegetable fried rice…” Faïrouz groaned in hunger, hoping that Miguel would agree with her request for dinner.
“I can tell someone’s hungry…” Miguel chuckled as he gave her two light, teasing smacks on her belly. “For two things, actually…” Faïrouz added on, playing with the soft little tufts of Miguel’s hair.
“I wonder what the second one is…” Miguel continued stroking her cheeks. “You, silly.” Faïrouz answered, playing with his hair.
“Likewise, Faïrouz… likewise…”
#across the spiderverse#spiderman#spiderman atsv#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#miguel x oc#drabble#spider oc#oc x canon#miguel fanfic#miguel spiderman#miguel x spidersona#miguel x spideroc#miguel spiderverse
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Wow, I didn't know that about Terra! I'm surprised they were so upfront about that! Maybe her girlfriend was supposed to be Daryl, or they were going to make Locke into a woman who was going to be her girlfriend, kind of like Terra was originally supposed to be a male character. It seems like the idea was reworked for Fang and Vanille's relationship in XIII. (Also Lightning seems like a lesbian.) Thanks for the reply, I'm so pleased!
Also had a similar thought, but for the love of god the only optional/implied- scrapped girlfriend i found is celes(in that one time terra played with the thought of falling in love and flirt with celes only to reject the idea of love) which is with the other guy in the end, im replaying it in english its my next game after finishing 5(which i dont have much of left of).also yeah it feels like the scrapped concept was rewritten into 13! Thats why i was so happy with the inclusion(and yeah i restarted playing 13 in english for the first time and lightning does sound kimda gay, which id preffer than the hope implication that this game have for some reason in jp. Like i love hope, he grew to be a fine man only to be put back into a child in lightning returns which for the love of god i cant stand, let the kid grow, have his relationship with lightning be maternal& non romantic please my personal headcanon is that lightning is a mother figure to hope and hope brings her softer sides, as in what babies, kitten and puppies bring out of pple and for some reason pple really do ship them and im livid. Pretty sure there's no official love interest for claire cause in the toriyama's eyes she is his wife, no man can have her thats why the only pple she is soft for is serah and hope is no threat for Toriyama)
Also im stuck in the sahz vanille segment in the forest when you change weather i hate the bosses idk why but my adult brain is somehow worse in the game then i was before(like dont get me wrong i did get stuck allot but usually in the summon fights or like later game fights idk if the xbox version is bugging on me but im seriously stuck and thats what sparked my replay of the series )
(played it on pc before so idk what i did or is the steam version easier but i wanna get to fang already and im stuck even though i looked at tutorials ಥ‿ಥ
*also just jumped to xiii-2 to replay that one on english as well(the whole xiii trilogy i experienced back in the day in japanese i think my original version was on ps3, but i lent most of my collection when my first ps3 died so ill get that back only when my cousin will visit next)
So im cringing at some of the differences there too. But on funny note i think its hilarious that vanille and fang had an Australian accent, cause in japanese its okinawan i think and the implication are hilarious. Especially on fang it sounds just 100% like she had a huge lesbian vibe in japanese as well and text wise more so but i cant her va in english did such a great job im in tears like most of the cast sounds good in the first game but the 2nd in english 8s evan whackier than the jp and havent gotten to lightning returns yet but i cant wait to see that one dog scene in english, but yeah sorry for gushing i really love thise games and its hard to find pple who played them let alone acknowledge the gays in the games especially in the western sides of the internet (like besidesa handful of actual queer players who actually got far enough in the games & few dudes who just love vannile and fang cause they are fetishizing the lesbians & ignoring the whole lot of representation the games gave us through the years- which is the problem with subtleity cause like in ffvx it was straight out changed in localization cause oh no the guys will be pissed if manly-man macho m'gee over here is fancying the glasses twink 'god forbid' ತ_ತ)
I just really love those game and dont get me wrong in not looking at it in queer centric goggles all the time or thats all i wanna talk about but when i finally find pple to talk about the games with usually after a while when the subject comes and im gushing about how i love fang & vanille /gladio& ignis or even now with 16's terredion pple outside of the very small queer internet bubble is usually get all pissy about it and bitter(which is shocking to happen now in 2023 but its more centered around the 'im not homophobe but not everything is about that) when dude chill all i was talking about is that hey thats the 3rd gay dragoon in a row. (Ignis is kinda a dragoon too, since his moveset with lance equipped is very similar to Arenea)
But yeah not the point so imagin my surprise actually talking about ffxiii queer reps and suddenly most ofy notes is from xiii focused blogs i was sure long dead/new ones ive never seen before.
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Parfums d’Empire Cuir Ottoman
Parfums d’Empire Cuir Ottoman
Nose: Marc-Antoine Corticchiato
notes: iris, labdanum, jasmine; leather, tolu balsam, benzoin, styrax; incense, vanilla, tonka
“oh, dear, another Evil Grand Vizier masculine oriental, all ominous heavy syrups and leather, this sort of thing is fine but I’m boooored of it”
“oh wait is this…interesting? a little spark of dry incense? a touch of old-books-smell? and a cloud of mellow, plush vanilla-iris? I’m intrigued!”
Cuir Ottoman is eminently civilized and luxurious, and if anything a bit on the feminine side; within a minute the cliche’d labdanum is gone and we’re in a cloud of fluffy iris and shining jasmine, over a smooth, smoky black-leather core. There’s a warm, almost tangy resin in the mix as well— maybe the tolu balsam.
The drydown is soft, pale, vanillic, and beautifully refined.
It's winter, and you've gone downtown to visit the art museum. Maybe you're with your mom, or your sister, or an old friend from home; it's going to be a day of comfortable, cultured pleasures and quiet affection.
You're wearing a warm wool coat and scarf and beret. There's snow on the ground, and someone's burning leaves in the distance. You might pick up a coffee-table book at the gift shop; you might grab a cappuccino. You have the whole afternoon ahead of you and the wind is brisk and gray. Life, for once in this crazy world, is easy and good.
Cuir Ottoman, despite the name, isn’t much of a leather; it’s more of a soft, lightly sweetened iris, with a little bit of a smoky spine. Luca Turin finds it dull, but I love this sort of thing. It might be a darker, drier cousin to Heure Exquise. Lovely stuff.
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Name Change, Planets, and De Coelesti Hierarchia
Zaviér Mukalayi
Shaped like sparks of light, virtues are in charge of maintaining the natural world, and they inspire living things in areas such as science. They also take orders from the angels above and convert them into miracles for the deserving. When they make themselves known to us in their earthly forms, they are musicians, artists, healers and scientists who work with the power of love, as well as physics. The two angels at the ascension of Jesus are believed to have been virtues.
Warlord-ism:
Nevertheless, their grip on natural resources and industrial infrastructure provide them with enough revenue of their own to carve out some room for maneuver.
Les Îles Vanille Franc Zone Économique Infrastructure: Privative-Publié Secteur, Pink Lab Made Diamonds, Winter Agronomique, Commodités Option Exchange, Coffee Liqueur; Diamonds; Graffiti Underwriting-Auction, Art Ports, Art Gallérie, Graffiti Cinématographique Film Festival.
Heavenly Jérusalem Naturel Resources: Potatoes; Pig; Rabbit; et Duck Agriculture, D-Asparatic Acid Food Sources, Dead Sea Mud, Salt Water, Honey, Collégien, Passionflower, Casio-Citizen Watch*; Sony*; Rotesierrie Oven Minérales, Eco-fleece, et Aluminium.
Planets
Venus
Love, balance, marriage, romance, money, beauty, inspiration, gratitude, touch, look
The Sun
Father, boss, actor, husband, life, day, light, health, willpower, stomach, center, confidence
Mars
Sports, meat, guns, aggression, anger, head, iron, soldier, warrior, hate, passion, sex
Économique Centrale Planning
Laissez-Faire Économie
Laissez-faire is an economic theory from the 18th century that opposed any government intervention in business affairs. The driving principle behind laissez-faire, a French term that translates to "leave alone" (literally, "let you do"), is that the less the government is involved in the economy, the better off business will be, and by extension, society as a whole.
Physiocracy
Physiocracy (French: physiocratie; from the Greek for "government of nature") is an economic theory developed by a group of 18th-century Age of Enlightenment French economists who believed that the wealth of nations derived solely from the value of "land agriculture" or "land development" and that agricultural products should be highly priced.[1] Their theories originated in France and were most popular during the second half of the 18th century. Physiocracy became one of the first well-developed theories of economics.
Tableau Économique
Quesnay believed that trade and industry were not sources of wealth, and instead in his 1758 manuscript Tableau économique (Economic Table) argued that agricultural surpluses, by flowing through the economy in the form of rent, wages, and purchases were the real economic movers.
PARADIS MINUIT
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Hi, Pumpkin!
the B&B perfume moodboards you reblogged got me wondering what your most favorite fall & winter perfumes were. I'm ready for fall, and you have exquisite taste. TIA 🖤
Ahhhhhhh! Thank you! I don't know about exquisite taste, but fall is my favorite season. I'm so excited for cooler temps. I've got a lot of perfume favorites that work better when it's not a million degrees outside, too.
1. Bath and Body Works' Marshmallow Pumpkin Latte. Warm and yummy vanilla, pumpkin, and sandalwood. This is my go-to fall scent that I never worry about it being too strong or overwhelming. I am unabashedly one of those basic women who loves pumpkin spice lattes and fall spices. The only MPL product that I don't love is the matching candle; it's a little flat compared to everything else.
2. Donna Karan Cashmere Mist. Like a snuggling under a soft blanket or getting a hug from an adult wearing scented face powder when you're little.
3. Coty Vanilla Musk. The stronger, more intense cousin of Marshmallow Pumpkin Latte. If you like sandalwood, this has a great sandalwood note. It also pairs well with Bath and Body Work's Vanilla Bean Noel body products (the VBN fragrance mist is too weak and smells like alcohol, imo, so I've found other perfumes to wear with the VBN lotion, which is delicious).
4. Bath and Body Works' Cashmere & Snowflakes. The lighter cousin of Cashmere Mist. I love the range of body products. I got a lotion warmer and Cashmere & Snowflakes lotion is the perfect scent for that---a tiny bit spicy, but not too strong when heated.
5. Outremer Vanille. Like a sugared marshmallow. Lighter and brighter than Vanilla Musk. This is pretty much a year-round vanilla for me, but it also pairs well with Vanilla Bean Noel body lotion.
6. Viktor & Rolf Bonbon. Expensive, but lovely. Fizzy peach and caramel in a bottle shaped like a bow. It's the perfume that sparks joy.
7. Dior Addict. Yummy spicy vanilla but only available in a large bottle for $100, so I usually just sample it whenever I'm in an Ulta. Once inspired a waiter to say, "who smells like Christmas?" unprompted.
8. Calvin Klein Obsession. An intensely big, spicy, cinnamon-y musk scent. I usually only do one spray of this in cold weather, but it dries down after thirty minutes or so into something quieter and then it hums along for hours. I wish there was a lighter version that smells more like the drydown.
9. Verge of Vanilla. This is an oil from an NC shop that I found at a co-op but you can order it online here. It's rich and intensely vanilla-y.
Thank you for this ask! I really appreciate it!
#fall scents#favorite perfumes#cozy things#vanilla#I like anything that smells like a cashmere sweater lol
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Planning a school-wide event just before the Christmas holiday? What was she thinking? If it all fell through, it wouldn't just be herself that she would be letting down, and she wasn't sure she could take that.
"No."
"But—"
"You're not going to be able to convince me, Van."
It was a rare and unusual sight to see Gwendolyn Montague so frazzled. The girl with the untamable hair and a golden disposition had been stressing over the showcase for weeks, planning and going over every little detail multiple times in order to ensure that everything was perfect. Gone was her sunny attitude as the storm clouds began to set in while she felt like she was at her wits end.
Were there going to be enough empty rooms? Were all of the submissions in? Where would everything go? How would they even get people to come? Every free evening that Gwen devoted to the club was spent asking these questions and trying to come up with a suitable answer in time.
And beyond that, as the day of the event drew closer, the bigger challenge became coordinating all of her people, and Gwen started to feel herself teeter between the urge to micromanage and the desperation to just hope everything fell into place. Yet in that moment as she swept through the music classroom and ensured all of the students' pieces were displayed according, all she hoped was that Vanille Sparks and Ethan Warshaw would stop trailing behind at her heels. Was it really too much to ask for them just to hang posters?
"We just think that it would be better if we could perform in a bigger—"
"—I'm not suggesting to the headmaster that we put you in the Quidditch Pitch for your performance, Warsh." Gwen sighed as she transfigured some spare quills into a stretch of garland. "You'll just have to make do with what you've got."
"Gwen-Doll, pretty please?" Vanille urged, twirling her pinky around the end of the garland as she bundled the posters in her hand into a cone. "It won't even be that cold and who cares if they freeze their asses off for half an hour when we've got a killer set! What's the big deal anyway? You're being so uncool right now."
And that's when she snapped.
"Oh no, I'm being uncool Vanille? Well guess what— it's either the Great Hall or nothing, and even getting that much was a stretch so listen here," Gwen huffed. "The band—and I mean the whole band— is going to be in the Great Hall at 7:45 pm sharp for checks on the 16th and you are going to perform, on that stage, as intended. No surprises, no last minute changes or drama, and if I hear you or Warsh complain one more time about the size of the space, you can take your Devil's snare and shove it right up your arse!!!!"
The rest of the students hanging their work around the room turned to glance around at the commotion and Gwen felt a little burst of guilt as she saw the stunned looks on the band's faces. "No....no, I'm sorry, that came out strong," she sighed. "It's just not going to happen, loves."
"It's alright, we'll make do," Ethan gave an uneasy look toward Vanille and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her away before she could say anything further. "Don't worry, Gwen! It's gonna be great."
She certainly hoped so.
#hogwARTS Club#aesthetic#oc: gwendolyn montague#Devil's Snare#vanille sparks#ethan warshaw#gwen-doll's stressed#y'all get your art shtuff ready
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Hey @willrazor47 have a tsundere ass Vanille Xp
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𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨
» Word Count: 4.9K
» Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader
» Genre: 18+, Mafia AU.
» Chapter Warnings: Blood, Violence, Smut (Oral, Fingering, Vaginal Sex.).
» Beta Reader: @vanille--kiss @liaxxx09
» Summary: Two lives that couldn't be more different from each other. One has nothing and one has everything, but when their paths cross, there's one thing they have in common; their lives and freedom are both trapped behind cages.
» A/N: REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG @/kinsurou.
The smell of blood and sweat is as strong as ever, the shouting from the crowd as deafening as always, but Iwaizumi doesn’t care. He’s already used to every single detail by now, to the point that it feels unnatural to go more than a week without someone shouting his name furiously. He walks as close to the wall as possible, watching the gathered crowd through the arena as they cheer, watching with sadistic glee as the men inside that rusty cage take turns beating each other like savages.
It feels strange to look at the carnage through the other side of the cage; it doesn’t mean he enjoys them like the crowds gathered around the cage, shouting like rabid animals. For some of them it may be nothing more than entertainment. But for him, it’s his way to make a living out there.
The feeling of frustration only grows with every drop of sweat and blood he spills. Was this seriously the only thing keeping him holding on? His only motivation to get up in the mornings?
Unfortunately it was, or so he thought, until the day he looked into those eyes that stood out among those clouded in bloodlust, and that smile full of secrets as you watched every single punch thrown across the arena.
He can’t help but think there’s finally a moment in life where not everything is sweat and blood, or being a prisoner inside that old, rusty cage. Maybe this time, it would be possible to have something that would bring that spark of excitement back into his life. It’s the only thing he can think about as his eyes wander across all those robust bodies before the cage. It’s a bit embarrassing, but when he catches a glimpse of your body among all those people, he feels like a teenager with a crush all over again. Shit, you really did a good job sneaking your way inside his head, huh?
More determined than ever, Iwaizumi’s steps pick up speed as he hurries to reach the locker rooms. What he doesn’t realise is that if he had stayed just a little longer to look at your face, he would have come across an interesting sight as you watched the current fight, or rather one of the fighters inside the cage. Unlike the smiles and the teasing he’s grown used to, the current expression on your face is the complete opposite of that. A glare as sharp as a knife that could easily make anyone in his place tremble in fear.
Back in the locker rooms, Iwaizumi’s already preparing for his next fight, sitting on the same bench as always as he wraps his hands with those worn-out bandages. He keeps looking at his hands, fingers flexing under his stare. The material isn’t too loose but neither is it too tight to be a bother, just the way it should be.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” He looks up to find the coach leaning against the doorway, smirking at the young man with his arms crossed. But Iwa knows that look pretty well, so he just looks away, trying to fight back the flustered look on his face. “Relax son, I’m not here to interrogate you!”
Stepping closer, the coach gives him one of his characteristic slaps on the back, one that makes him cough in surprise. For a man in his 50’s, he has plenty of strength.
“Hope you’re ready, because it’s almost time for your match.”
“Yeah yeah, I am.”
Iwaizumi is already on his feet even before Hiroki can finish his sentence. Bouncing slightly on his heels, he steels himself for the incoming fight like he does every other night. The increasing shouting of the crowd is his cue to walk out. With his head held high, he starts heading towards his next fight. Each step echoes through the dark, empty walls, and with each step the crowd only gets louder and louder, just like the blinding light at the end of the room, which also grows brighter with every step forward.
The crowd goes wild as he walks inside the cage. Cheering, profanities and whistles. The noises come from all around him, along with the stench of beer and cigarettes, a cruel reminder of the life he’s currently living.
As his eyes wander across the multitude, he finds you amongst the crowd with the same, mischievous smile you always give him. It would be a lie to say his heart didn’t skip a beat when you two made eye contact, but he has to fight back the urge to smile. Showing emotions during these fights is never a good idea. Averting his gaze, he focuses on the other fighter walking inside the cage.
Unlike Iwaizumi, this guy does the complete opposite. Confidence oozing from every pore of his body, he spins on his heels with his arms raised high in the air. Some people cheer for him, some throw profanities their mothers would be ashamed of.
In the end, none of that matters when he’s inside that rusty prison, where there’s nobody to lean on for help while there’s an opponent trying to beat the life out of him for the sake of entertainment. None of it matters when he’s lying on the cold, dirty ground with his face coated in blood. None of that matters when he’s treated like a sack of garbage after losing a match, and everyone who once cheered his name now curses it through clenched teeth. Neither does it matter when he’s the one standing victorious, because either way people will still find their own reasons to curse his name.
He has to admit that this match was disappointing even for him. The fight was over too fast for the crowd’s liking, judging from the chorus of yelling and cursing from more than half of them. But it’s not like they could take their money back.
Iwaizumi just shrugs at the men throwing profanities at him and walks out of the arena like nothing happened, wiping the sweat off his forehead and the blood from his lower lip. He has to admit that his opponent still knew how to throw a good punch, just not good enough to beat him. And if he’s being honest, he’s still got some pent-up energy to release.
Sighing quietly, he walks back towards the makeshift locker room. From the corner of his eye, he can see you giving him a smile before walking away so subtly that it’s almost like you’re nothing more than a hallucination only he’s able to perceive. But well, right now these animals are more interested in satisfying their bloodlust.
Iwaizumi sighs as he puts his jacket back on and waits for the coach…
That's strange.
He usually comes to the room right after the match, and his absence has him wondering if something happened.
The door slowly opens, and Coach Hiroki finally comes in. His pale complexion confuses Iwaizumi— it’s almost like the man just saw a ghost.
“....Everything okay, sir?” For the first time since he’s known the man, his smile doesn’t seem as lively as before.
“Yes yes, don’t worry, son.” He looks up at the ceiling in exhaustion. “One of the guys got in trouble with the wrong people, so I had to give him a hand.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“....You don’t want to know. Still,” He gives Iwaizumi a tired smile. “Be careful when it comes to money, yeah?”
Confusion fills Iwaizumi’s expression, but he still nods out of formality.
Shortly after, he’s walking home again with a thick envelope safely hidden inside the pocket of his duffel bag. He hums happily at the thought. Today was definitely a good night… And when he heard that familiar clicking of heels, he knew it was about to get better.
Iwaizumi pretends he doesn’t hear you approaching, and it’s easy to feel those pretty eyes of yours staring right at the back of his head like a silent call for attention, one that he ignores with a smirk.
You’ve been watching him since the moment he walked out of the warehouse, wanting for the perfect moment to surprise him. When he starts walking faster, you’re already picking up speed until he turns into a corner and disappears from view.
Oh, so classic…
Your shoulders tremble in sync with your giggles before rapidly following after him. It’s so hard to hold back your laughter and pretend to be surprised when a familiar hand pulls you closer, pushing your back against the wall as his arms trap you against the wall. Tilting your head back, you smile at the green-eyed culprit who’s smirking right back at you.
“Took you long enough,” Iwaizumi whispers against your lips before capturing them with his own in a frantic kiss that you eagerly return with the same amount of passion, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt until his torso is pressed firmly against yours. With that same passion, his hands part from the brick wall to sneak their way around your hips, slowly delving lower and lower until his fingertips brush faintly against the curve of your backside. “You’re not that subtle, you know?”
“Oh I wasn’t trying to be.” You part from his swollen lips for a minute to catch your breath, “But neither are you.” You quickly pull him back into another, breathtaking kiss, only pulling away after a car drives by, blaring its music at an exaggerated volume. You can hear the people living in the apartments nearby complaining about the noise, dogs barking agitatedly and a baby crying in surprise.
Iwaizumi can’t help himself and sighs in frustration, but on the other hand he doesn’t want to be interrupted again. He looks at you with a frown on his face, which is hard to take seriously with the little blush on his cheeks.
“Come with me,” he huffs quickly as you’re already pulling him into another, short kiss.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
With a stoic expression, Iwaizumi takes your hand in his. When he takes a step back you follow right after, allowing him to guide you through a small shortcut, until you’re standing before a particular building.
Right before your eyes is what looks like an abandoned loft, much smaller than the warehouse where Iwaizumi’s fights take place. Despite its poor state, the door and windows are in good condition, probably fixed recently. You would be lying if you said the sight didn’t catch you off guard, and Iwaizumi had been expecting you to turn on your heel and walk away, maybe even freak out that he brought you to an abandoned building.
And yet, you only stand there waiting for his next move. There isn’t a trace of fear in your eyes, only an overwhelming spark of desire waiting to ignite. The nervous feeling inside his stomach quickly disappears as he takes you inside and you follow right after; the trust you have in him astounds him.
For a place that had seen better days on the outside, the inside is definitely an improvement. The room itself isn’t even a mess, but some of the furniture could definitely be replaced. There’s something that stands out the most: the pool table in the middle of the room, bathed elegantly by the soft rays of moonlight coming through the windows.
You don’t have more time to observe the rest of the place before Iwaizumi’s arms pull you back against his body and he begins kissing your jaw with fervor. Gasping, your hands take a hold of his triceps, feeling the hard muscles with enthusiasm.
“Can’t wait any longer. I want you so bad.” He whispers against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck at a slow pace, like he’s asking for permission to go any further.
“Fucking take me then.” That’s all he needs to hear as he wraps his arms tighter around your body, hips bucking slightly against your own with a subtle groan.
“Someone’s happy to see me. Did I get you all riled up, Iwa?”
“Riled up?” He pulls back to look you right in the eye; those words are all he needs for the spark inside his eyes to ignite. “I’ve been livid since that time you kept tempting me with your cleavage.”
He makes sure to press his growing erection right against your heat, pulling a surprised gasp from your silky lips. “This is how riled up I am…” You squeak as his hips press harder against you, wrapping your own arms around his neck for support, your legs already trembling under his care.
But two can play that game. You quickly start grinding back against him, moaning right against his ear with every buck of your hips.
“Good, you deserve it for making me fucking obsessed with you.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow at your words, pushing you against the wall and hooking your leg around his waist. This makes his cock press harder against your pussy that’s already dripping with your juices. “Shall I make it up to my princess?”
Oh, he’s not going to be the only one having all the fun here. You quickly bite down on his neck, enjoying the way he groans against your throat. “Iwa….Fucking ruin me.”
Grinning wider than before, one of his hands slides its way into your pants, rubbing the damp spot in your underwear as his grin only grows. “I’m gonna do more than that. I’m gonna make you my little whore, taking you over and over ‘till the only thing you can do is scream my name.”
Something about his words and the depraved way his hand touches your folds sends electricity through your veins. As his other hand slowly drags along your hip, you bite your lip and look up at him, before pulling at the hem of his shirt and pressing your lips against his neck.
“I dare you.”
“Challenge accepted.”
His hand stops grazing between your legs. With one last kiss against your lips, he kneels down before your body. His fingers rest over the button of your pants as he looks up at your face, asking for permission to continue. When you nod at him with a flush painting your face, he quickly undoes the button and lowers your pants until they’re a pool around your ankles, along with your damp panties. Looking up, he smirks again before he presses his tongue flat against your hips, licking everywhere but the place where you crave it most with slow and sensual strokes.
He growls deeply as your hands pull roughly at his hair, nails digging into his scalp as his warm breath eventually fans against your folds, which haven’t received the same treatment as your thighs or your belly. Hissing, you look down at the man kneeling between your legs, worshiping your body with the same enthusiasm he shows during every fight. To your utter surprise and embarrassment, he’s looking straight into your eyes with his lips pressed over your skin, but even your squirming is not enough to break his concentration.
“Iwa…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
You bite your lip and let out a moan as he starts marking your skin with his teeth. Soon your hips are covered in a beautiful landscape of red and purple. His thumb glides across the marks he just left before moving towards your dripping pussy, finally giving it a fraction of the attention he gave your body a moment ago.
“Don’t fucking stop.” He only smirks in response.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” With that, his tongue begins tracing slow, teasing circles around your clit. He curses under his breath the moment he gets a taste of your juices. “‘S so good…!” He groans.
Your head is thrown back against the wall as the wet muscle forces its way between your folds, lapping up as much of your essence as he can. He can feel his erection throbbing inside his boxers the moment your hips roll against his face, inviting him to go further. One of your hands is pressed firmly against your mouth to prevent yourself from spilling his name too loudly as you fight the urge to close your thighs around his face.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, let me hear those pretty moans. I want to hear how good you feel when I’m between your legs like this.”
Watching your every reaction is heavenly, addictive even. He can’t get enough of it and decides to take it a step further. Soon he picks up a ruthless pace, switching between small licks and tilting his head to the side, dipping his tongue as deep as possible into your dripping cunt. The sound of your panting fills the room as he keeps alternating his ministrations, wanting to hear more of the noises that he is eliciting out of you, but when you finally moan out his name, that’s enough to spur him on.
“H-Haji…!” You grab his neck roughly with one hand, fingers curling in his short, thick hair. His name slips through your lips like an endless mantra as a wave of pleasure crashes down over your body. Knowing it’s all because of his actions stirs something inside him, something primal that urges him to flip you over and ruin this pretty hole of yours.
“Yes?” He asks innocently from between your legs, a coy smile all over his face, knowing that the noises spilling past your lips are all because of him.
Panting heavily, you grasp at the fabric of his shirt to pull him up into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands run under his shirt to feel his warm skin against your fingers as you pull your body tightly against his. You make sure to arch so that he can feel your breasts rub around his broad chest. Your smaller hands dig into the muscles at his sides, forcing him to turn around so that his back is pressed against the wall, just like you were just a moment ago.
Iwa breathes in sharply, angling his head slightly and leaning over to deepen the kiss. He can feel himself twitching harder as your hands caress every inch of his muscles. It all happens too quickly—one moment he’s kissing you and the next, you’re down on your knees before him, unzipping his pants to pull out his hard cock, throbbing and leaking as you take it in your hand.
You press a soft kiss to the tip of his dick, slowly licking the underside and running your tongue along his vein, before looking up at him sweetly.
“You better not fucking cum. I’m just getting started.”
Every single action, every single word triggers that adrenaline he only gets during a fight. That fire inside him starts growing the more you continue to tease him. When you finally take his cock in your mouth, his head falls back in bliss, his whole body quivering with each delicious twirl of your tongue around his length.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Still need to fill you up with my cum.”
He doesn’t hesitate to tangle a hand in your hair and pull softly on it. Shivering at the contact, you look up at him with a smirk, watching his face contort with pleasure. The sound of his panting and moaning spurs your excitement as you slowly pull him out of your mouth, fingers ghosting against the tip and blowing lightly before sliding down the full length of his dick, the tip hitting the soft spot at the back of your throat and you can’t help but moan, having your mouth so full.
The vibrations as you moan cause him to let out a slow hiss of air and you can feel his hand tightening in your hair as his cock twitches in your mouth. You pull him out of your mouth quickly, pumping him eagerly in your hand.
“Is this too much for you, Haji? Or maybe this is-”
Still kneeling between his legs, you press your hands on either side of his thighs, causing his head to snap forward and look at you. You rise slightly to sit on your knees, and run his wet dick between the soft skin of your breasts, making sure he watches every move along his body.
His eyes don't miss a single detail as his cock keeps sliding between your mounds with every rise of your body. Fuck, he’s so close, he could feel his balls swelling with cum. But your constant taunting keeps riling him up, and he’s more than determined to teach you a lesson.
“You wish.”
With a shaky hand, he pulls you away from his cock and makes you stand up, dragging you towards the pool table where he helps you climb up. Your legs are spread open and just as quickly, he’s already throwing one of them over his shoulder. His hard cock brushes against your soaked folds, and he slaps it against your clit before rubbing against it without mercy. Your breath hitches as you feel his throbbing veins brushing right against your clit, his strong hand keeping your body in place, preventing you from rocking against him.
“Is this too much for you, sweetheart? Or maybe this is…” He throws those words right back at you and shoves his whole length inside you with a single thrust.
“Ha-....ahh-!...Haji!!” Somehow, hearing him using the same words against you is so exciting, making you clench and moan loudly as he stays still, stretching your insides in the most delicious of ways.
“You wanted me to ruin you? You got it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though…” He starts moving at a slow, teasing, and torturous pace. His breath hitches with the tight clutch of your velvety walls. One of your hands takes hold of his shoulder, feeling his muscles tighten as he gives a sharp thrust. Your other hand rests against the table’s surface, supporting your weight as you cling to the man in front of you. “Fuck! I love your pussy so much, you take my cock so well…!”
“Fuck! Iwa-!” You can barely keep yourself from shaking, arching your back as he starts moving at a delicious pace. With each thrust of his hips, your nails dig deeper into his flesh, leaving fine threads of scarlet along their path. “Harder….Fuck me harder!!!”
Iwaizumi happily obeys, already addicted to the way your eyes are shut closed in pleasure. It happens all too suddenly—and you find yourself looking up at the ceiling, legs pressed against your chest. And then you’re looking right in those beautiful, green eyes of his. With his mouth twisting into a wicked smirk, Iwaizumi begins moving again.
Hearing your cries of pleasure coaxes him to keep up his merciless pace as he squeezes your chest in sync with every thrust. His only focus is the tight, constant clenching of your walls around his cock, making him ignore everything else around the two of you, such as the cars passing by outside the building or the slight scraping of the table against the floor whenever he slams into you. The only sound he’s able to recognize is your voice crying out his name.
You can barely process any thought as he continues ramming into you, faster and harder than before. His fingers grasp desperately at the soft skin of your hips as a way to keep you grounded in place. He doesn’t realize how tightly he grabs… or the bruises he’s marking you with. You can’t do anything but grab his large hands in desperation.
With the rhythm of him ramming into you over and over again, you can’t stop crying out for him. You can’t even remember your own name with the way his thick length keeps moving deep within you and the way he ruts into you again...and again...and again.
“Come on princess, say it. Who’s my little whore, huh?”
“I— I am! I’m your little whore! I love the way you fuck me so hard, Haji!!” Your hands leave their place on his shoulders, taking a hold of his brown locks and tugging harshly on them. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
At the moment you can’t even continue your sentence. Your words ignite a ferocity deep within him as he takes his thumb over your clit, rubbing the little bud at the same time he rams his cock deep inside.
You only shudder as a warm wave of pleasure spreads to every nerve on your body, taking over every thought to the point the only thing you can say is his name.
“H….Haji!!!”
Drool spills from your lips as your legs shake uncontrollably, your hips jerking as he continues to fill your abused hole. He’s still searching for his own release as his nails dig into your skin. You reach back to grasp the firm hand he has on your hip, the action asking...begging him to stop.
“Yeah, that’s right sweetheart, you’re my whore… mine alone to hold, mine alone to fuck… you… fucking… belong… to me!” He emphasizes his words with a harsh push. You can feel the adrenaline flowing though his body, desperate and so close to his own release. His movements still with a deep thrust, and with another deep, guttural grunt he finally spills inside you, warm spurts of cum spurting directly into your womb. “Oh shit…!”
Your whole body is on fire, still riding the high of your orgasm, and all you can think about is him. You only want to watch his face as he comes undone, and you feel exhilaration running through you at the thought of being the one to bring him to it.
His whole body trembles with each spurt of his seed, face buried between your tits as he gasps quietly, trying to calm his erratic breathing. It’s been a while since the last time he’s ever felt this good, and if he’s being honest, he’d love to keep you around for a long, long time…
When he pulls his head back from its place between your tits, he takes a look at your burning face resting against the table. He can hear your small gasps for air after being fucked so roughly. With careful, shaky steps he moves from his place between your legs and slowly pulls out, admiring the way you lay there, with his cum leaking out of your abused, spasming cunt.
“Damn…” His finger grazes your clit again, enjoying the way your body shakes from his mere touch. “Took it like a champ, princess.”
Leaning down, he kisses you slowly and passionately. It’s such a brief kiss that leaves you craving for more as he pulls away and gives your jaw another, tender kiss. “Be a good girl and stay here, I’ll be right back.”
He walks away from his spot, leaving you shivering on the old piece of furniture. You can’t stop yourself from looking around the place. It might not be the perfect place to live, but somehow it feels cozy enough to sleep safe and sound. At the other side of the room is his bed, which consists of nothing more than an old mattress lying on some wood pallets, covered in some fairly decent blankets; a small lamp sits on the floor beside the bed.
You can hear his footsteps approaching, and he’s back with two bottles of water and a damp rag. “Here, just drink this and relax, sweetheart.”
The bottle is swiftly handed over and its cap twisted open. Your sore throat is thankful for the cool drink as Iwaizumi uses the rag to carefully clean up the mess he made. Those same hands that could easily snap someone’s neck work delicately on your pussy, wiping away the remnants of your debauchery together. “I wasn’t too rough...Was I?”
“...You could have been rougher.” He blinks at you in surprise, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips. “I’m kidding! You were perfect, Iwa.”
You look up to meet his eyes and run a hand down his arms, examining the bruises littering his skin. There’s a fair amount of scars across that chiseled body. “Are all these from your fights?” You trace a particular bruise around his ribcage, about the size of a closed fist.
“Yeah...Both inside and outside the cage. Life isn’t that fair to some of us…” Once he’s finally done cleaning you up, he takes a seat near your right side, laying back alongside you to look up at the ceiling while a comforting silence washes over the two of you. “Why do you come so often to watch the fights?”
He misses the way your body stiffens, and the sour expression that flashes on your face makes him wish he was buried six feet underground. “Nothing important babe...Nothing important.”
Raising an eyebrow, he doesn’t press any further and shrugs, enjoying the way you snuggle closer to his arm, which he doesn’t hesitate to wrap around your shoulder.
You have your reasons to be around, and he’s not going to complain about them. Meanwhile, the two of you lay together on the old pool table, engaging in some small banter and enjoying each other’s company. He can only wish for this little dynamic between you to work out.
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Shoved it: chapter III - Kickflip
summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view.
genre: fluff
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining
betas: @vanille–kiss as always I’m eternally grateful to you, I love you lots
a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here!
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This is it, you think staring out the window. This is the last tutoring session. Something makes you sad about it, and as if the world tried to be sympathetic, it’d been raining since morning. Early afternoon brought thunders and a downpour so dense, it looked like a fog. You shift your gaze to refocus on the boy on the opposite side of the desk.
“So, ready for the big day?”
“I don’t think I’d be more ready, even if we sat for another week.” He shrugs.
“Time to go home, then.”
You lift from the chair and pack your things, and after a second he does the same. Even though it stopped raining some time ago, puddles are still lake sized and streets have yet to stop being rivers. You’re not really keen on leaving the school building, but it’s evening, your bus leaves soon, and you’re hungry.
“I’m gonna go on ahead.” You say before he can stop you.
This is it, he thinks after you disappear behind the door. He really wants it to last longer, to spend more time in a quiet empty classroom with you. A sigh leaves his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, looking around the dark room for the last time before locking it up.
There’s still at least an hour before his bus arrives, so Rin drags his feet to the lockers before switching to his street shoes and walking out of the building. Everything is flooded, and he sighs again, slumps his shoulders and shoves his hands into pockets. At least it’s not raining anymore.
Suna sees you still waiting at the stop and wonders if this is his chance. Maybe it’s a sign from heavens for him to speak to you, to be friends or maybe even ask you out. You’re focused on your phone, eyes not registering the approaching boy and the car, splashing fountains on its path.
Acting purely on instinct, he reaches you in a few long strides and pulls you away from the curb just in time. Luck isn’t on his side though, as the vehicle passes at the exact same moment, soaking him from head to toe.
“Well… fuck.”
Shocked; this is how you feel after realising what has just happened. The boy who has been pestering you for the past weeks, the one you did your utmost best to avoid, is standing right in front of you completely drenched. It would be you, if he didn’t react; it should have been you.
“Th-thank you.” You mutter while playing with the hem of your uniform. “Do you live far?”
“No, but I still have an hour before the bus arrives.”
Suna tries to wring the water from his uniform, but no matter how much he squeezes and twists, liquid still pours in thick streams. You try to suppress the urge to brush the wet hair stuck to his face and notice him shivering.
“Oh, uhh… My bus will be here in a moment, and” you feel the embarrassment heat up your cheeks, “I live 2 stops away, so you can come and dry yourself first. If you want, I mean.”
The weight of his stare is almost unbearable, but you miss the blush creeping up his neck and ears, not daring to look back. His voice is quiet and shaky, as he responds with
“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Rin still can’t believe he’s on the way to your house. Opting to stay by the door so as not to wet the whole floor he wishes the circumstances were different, and he wasn’t soaked to the bone, but he’s not picky. If this is what it takes to change your perspective, then so be it.
He sighs, as he runs his hand through sopping hair. Nervousness starts to get to him, words get lost in his head as his mind presses to say something, anything. Since when does he have trouble speaking to a girl?
For some reason his heart is pounding and palms are sweaty, though (he hopes) it might also be because of the incident. So for now, Suna opts to watch you stare at the passing landscapes, as if you were afraid to meet his eyes.
“This is our stop.” You finally say as the bus slows down.
***
Panic strikes when you enter home. Do you even have any clothes that would fit? There are some old sweats and t-shirts of your dad, but it’s difficult to say if the size is right. Not to mention that it’s the first time you invited a boy to your house, and your parents aren’t even here.
After leading him to a bathroom, you disappear in the storage room in search of something for Suna to change into. You grab some pants and t-shirt, and go back to him.
“You should take a hot shower, otherwise you might get a cold. I’ll put your uniform in the dryer afterwards.”
You hand him a wrapped bundle and pull a towel from a drawer. Just as you’re about to leave, Suna mutters a quiet “thank you”, and for the first time you genuinely smile at him.
When he walks out of the bathroom, you’re in the living room surrounded by piles of books and notes; your attention shifts to his presence only after he speaks.
“I hope you don’t mind, I already turned the dryer on. Didn’t want to trouble you.”
His hair is still damp from the shower, and the sweatpants are a little too short, but at least they’re dry. With each lift of his hand to rub the towel at his hair, the t-shirt slides up revealing his toned abdomen. It takes a lot of energy not to sneak a peek.
“Trouble?” You’re confused by his statement. “It’s my fault this even happened in the first place, I should have-”
“Listen, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He rubs his neck nervously and the shirt rides up again. “So don’t blame yourself.”
You only nod in response, too flustered to push words through your throat. All of a sudden you remember about the mess around, despite having a guest.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just have so much backlog to work on, I’ll clean this up!”
“No!” Rintarou notices your little shiver. “I mean, you don’t have to… I’ve been holding you back, so just… don’t mind me.” A moment of silence fills his mind with guilt. “Hey uhh, do you mind if I get us a snack?”
Now you’ve done it. There’s a visitor, his first time at your place, and a first boy at your place, and not only are you ignoring him for the sake of homeworks, you also failed at hospitality completely by not offering any food. It is late, and neither of you had dinner yet.
“Ah! I’ll get it! You’re a guest after all!” You almost jolt out from under the table, but a hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.
“No no, please, I don’t want to be any more of a bother. You’ve been helping me with school and now I’m just intruding, so let me do this for you.”
“Okay.”
***
When Suna comes back with two plates of omurice, you’re deeply immersed in your studies. He places the dishes carefully in vacant spots, the gentle knock against the table grabs your attention, and cotton-candy-like warmth spreads in your chest. You expected a snack, some yoghurts or a bowl of nuts, or whatever else, not a warm dinner with a “ganbare” written on it.
Papers are shoved to the far end of the top, making space for the hot food. It looks delicious and you can’t wait to taste it. You clear your throat and speak hoping it would distract you from that feeling spreading in your chest.
“Would you like to watch something while we eat?”
“Sure, do you mind if I…”
He gestures between his and your side of the table; you shake your head and shift to make room for him, which he fills right away.
Omurice is indeed mouth-watering, creamy and well seasoned, and in response to your surprised expression he simply says “I have a younger sister, I can make a thing or two”. The more you know about the boy, the more you like him. You try to dismiss it as just admiring him as a person, convince yourself that it’s nothing but a surprise.
It proves to be difficult, however, when you barely register what’s on the screen, because of his proximity; it’s hard, when every brush of your arms against each other sends sparks to your brain; it’s tough, when you can feel his warmth radiating from his body and you want to be engulfed by it.
It’s nearly impossible, when you lean back on your palms, but his hand is already there, and you cover it with yours. Both of you jolt with hearts thumping violently, praying that maybe, just maybe, the other one doesn’t hear it.
After that neither of you moves, eyes trained on the screen but somehow not registering the events at all. In an attempt to ground yourself, you support your chin with your hand, and that’s the last thing you remember.
Rin hears your soft snores and, seeing your peaceful and relaxed expression, smiles as he brushes some stray strands off your face. He’s already overstayed his welcome, uniform long forgotten in the dryer. It’s wrinkled and still smells like a puddle, guess he’ll just have to give you these clothes back on the next day.
Not wanting to trouble you any more than he already has, Suna brings the plates to the kitchen, arranges books and papers in neat piles, and covers you with a blanket lying nearby. He catches himself almost planting a kiss on your forehead.
Before scooping all his stuff and walking out, he scribbles a quick note:
“My clothes were dry and I didn’t want to wake you. Don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow :)”
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Why won’t you love me?
Present day:
You switched your phone into airplane mode, threw some headphones in your ears and sighed. Your cheek was stuck against the window, your eyes closed, holding back tears as the plane began getting ready for takeoff. You opened them, watching the ground get farther and farther away, the buildings, the cars, the people, and Harry disappearing as you ascended higher into the sky. You clicked on your phone, looking at the lock screen. You and Harry, cheeks pressed together in goofy smiles, his green eyes looking into yours through the phone’s screen. You wiped a tear and closed your eyes again thinking back to everything that happened over the weekend. How could things have gone so wrong?
A few days prior:
"Surprise!” You smiled standing on his door step like an idiot. It was drizzling rain, almost midnight, you were cold, tired, and hungry. Harry was in shock. His mouth dropped open and his eyes locked on yours. You bit your lip suddenly nervous he was not as happy to see you as you thought he would be.
“(y/n)...what? How? I-”
“I figured it was finally time to come visit my best friend...” you mumbled, still standing in the rain. You had flown to London as a surprise for Harry, your best friend of almost 6 years. You had traveled with him during One Directions last tour, supported him and the guys through Zayn leaving, and then moved on to support Harry through his solo career. Of course, last year you had moved to New York and started a new job that did not allow you as much travel time, leaving your relationship with him in a hard spot. It had been around 5 months since you had last seen him and while you had been super excited to show up at his doorstep you were now regretting the decision. You chewed your bottom lip some more, letting him fully realize what was happening. Finally, he smiled, his body colliding into yours, his arms lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle. You wrapped your legs around his waist and laughed until he gently sat you back down on the ground.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here...”
“I can’t believe I’m here.”
Harry pulled you into his arms again, your cheek resting comfortably on his chest. “I missed you.”
You smiled, looking up into his green eyes. “I missed you to Harry.” Your arms tightened around his body and you both just held onto each other as if it were the last time you would ever see each other. Eventually Harry noticed your shivering and pulled you into his apartment. “Wow.” you looked around. “This is fancy.”
“I figured if I was going with an apartment it might as well be a nice one...” Harry smiled pulling you to the couch with a soft smile. You cuddled into him as he tucked a warm fuzzy blanket over the two of you.
“I like it...” you mumble. You breathe in his familiar scent, the tabacco vanille cologne from Tom Ford. You ear is pressed to his chest and the familiar thumping of his heart makes you sleepy. Harry yawns too, making you laugh. “What are you tired for superstar?”
“I was up all night...just didn’t sleep well.”
“I’m sorry...” you yawn and cuddle closer, your eyes heavier than they would normally be. You give in, allowing them to softly close. Harry’s arms tighten around you as you move to cuddle in closer, your body laying between his legs, your head on his chest.
“’sokay” Harry mumbles, closing his eyes as well. “Something tells me I will sleep better tonight anyway...”
You wake up, light is streaming into his living room. Harry is still passed out, his arms around your body and gentle snores coming from his mouth. You smile, watching him peacefully sleep before moving your fingers to the tattoos on his chest. You trace them with your finger, watching his muscles slightly spasm under your touch. “Harry..” you whisper. Nothing. “Harry.” this time a little louder. Again, nothing. “Harry.” you mumble shaking him slightly. Finally his eyes open, his hands moving to rub the sleep from them. He looks confused for a second before smiling at you.
“Morning.” His voice is extra deep, slow, and raspy. He wraps his arms around you again closing his eyes. You squirm trying to escape his grip. He whines and opens his eyes.
“I need to pee.” you laugh.
“Ugh...” he groans sitting up and letting you go. “The smallest bladder ever.”
“I know I know.” You look around and then back at him with a sweet smile. “Where is it?”
“The bedroom on the left.” He groans rolling onto his side. You groan, running to the bathroom to relieve your bladder. You also take advantage of the moment to brush your teeth, wash your face and brush out your hair. You walk back in with a smile and see that Harry has also moved to a sitting position. You plop down next to him, your stomach growling as you sit. He gives you a strange look and you shrug.
“I haven't eaten in over 12 hours.” Harry shakes his head and stands up, his sweatpants dangerously low and loose on his hips.
“Well then we better fix that. I know jus the place.” You followed Harry’s suit and got dressed into something other than the leggings and crop top you had worn to the airport yesterday, then the two of you headed out for some breakfast.
The diner Harry took you to was a small old town vibe kind of place. It was perfect though, exactly what you were looking for. It wasn’t too busy, there weren’t crowds of people or paparazzi, and the food smelled absolutely delicious. You ordered pancakes with eggs and toast. Harry ordered French toast. “SotellmeaboutNewYork” Harry mumbled through a mouthful of food.
You laughed and shook your head. “Ah what was that again?” you teased.
Harry swallowed and gave you a smirk. “Tell me about New York.”
“It’s okay...my job is great but the city is so crazy busy and crowded. But I also hate that most of my friends are in LA. I mean I’ve made new friends in New York but it’s just different.”
“Are you uh...are you seeing anyone?” Harry looked down, taking another bite to avoid the awkward tension. You also looked down at your plate, stirring around your eggs. You and Harry were always best friends from the start. You never really crossed that line, until last year, when you and him had ended up drunk at a party and he had accidentally let it slip that he was in love with you. Because you never really wanted to risk losing him as a friend, you had pretended like it never happened, which in turn really pissed him off. The two of you had ended up in a nasty argument that nearly cost you your friendship all together. Since then you had both agreed to keep your dating life private unless it was necessary. And now, you really didn’t want to bring it up because you were kind of seeing someone. His name was Bryce. You weren't exactly sure there was a spark, and nothing was really official between the two of you yet but you had been on a couple dates and when one of you was bored the two of you would have a little fun.
“Uhmm....” you took another bite. “Ivekindabeenseeingthisoneguy.”
“Say again?” Harry laughed. “Maybe without all the food?”
“I’ve kind of been seeing this guy Bryce. He’s okay, pretty nice and all around a decent guy.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Luckily the awkward tension and Harry’s angry glare was interrupted by the waiter delivering the checks.
“Will you be paying together or separate.”
“Together.” Harry grumbled reaching for the check.��
You grabbed it before him, pulling out your wallet. “I’ve got it.”
“No, let me get it.” He grumbled pulling out his wallet.
“Seriously H, I can do it.”
“Seriously (y/n) I’m paying.”
“Why can’t you just let me pay?”
“Why can’t you just let me? It’s not like I can’t afford it.”
“I can afford it too!” you nearly screamed.
“Just let me have it!” Harry hollered back.
“Uh...I can split it...” The waitress suggested.
“No. I’m paying.” Harry handed her his debit card and she walked away without another chance for you to speak up.
“You didn’t have to do that.” you crossed your arms and leaned back.
“Maybe I wanted to.” The waitress returned and handed Harry his card and check. He then decided to book it out of the diner and out into the street. You could barely keep up with him, as he was almost running back towards the car.
“Harry, slow down!” you yelled. You looked down at your feet and then hit the floor, tripping over the uneven sidewalk. You landed hard, your hand hitting the ground first. You sat there frustrated, blood dripping down your hand where a small shard of glass had pushed up into it. Tears fell down your cheeks as Harry jogged back with an anxious look on his face.
“Are you okay?” He knelt down next to you and frowned. “Let me see.” He took your hand and examined the cut before pulling you lightly to your feet.
“This is your fault.” You mumbled wiping the tears that were still falling. Harry didn’t answer, he lightly grabbed your other hand and pulled you to the car.
“I don’t think you need stitches or anything.”
“Wow thats really reassuring Harold thank you.”
Once you were back at Harry’s, he carefully lifted you onto the counter and pulled out a medical kit. He cautiously pulled out the small glass shards before taking out the isopropyl alcohol. “This might sting a little...” he mumbled looking at you with the green eyes.
“I really don’t think- FUCK. Ow!” you screamed as he poured it over your hand. “Harry....” you whined begging him to stop. He was cleaning out the cut with a towel, adding to the burning sensation in your hand.
“Don’t be a baby.” Harry laughed, carefully drying the cut and bandaging it. “There. All better.” He smiled, pressing the hand to his lips.
“Thanks...” you mumbled trying not to smile at his gesture.
He sighed and placed his head against your hand. “I’m sorry...this was my fault. I shouldn’t have been running.”
“Why were you running.” you took your other hand and wiped the hair back from his face.
“I don't know...I was upset. I guess...I guess I had been hoping you weren't seeing anyone.”
“Oh.” you squeaked out. “Harry-”
“No. It’s fine...I get it.” He started to pull away and turn towards the living room but you stopped him. You weren't really sure why, but your body was following what your heart wanted instead of your head. You grabbed his hand, pulling him hard so that his body was set between your legs. You looked into his confused green eyes and leaned in, pressing your lips into his. At first he sat there confused and unsure of what was happening. Then his body gave in, reacting to the kiss. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. His lips tugged and pulled at yours until they opened enough that his tongue could slide into yours. You could feel the heat dripping between your thighs and his length hardening. He pushed your back onto the kitchen island and jumped up, laying over you. Within a minute he had your shirt and bra off, flinging them onto the kitchen floor. You tugged his off doing the same, your lips never leaving each others. Harry had his hand on your pants, tugging them off and then moving his lips down your chest. His teeth gripped the lace on your panties and he pulled them down with a smirk. His hands separated your legs and his eyes locked on yours asking permission. You bit your lip and nodded, his tongue moving its way between you, and then in. Your back arched and your hands tried gripping the counter. His tongue easily slid in and out of you, licking you dry of what was already dripping wet. He laughed, not daring to say anything and ruin what was happening. He put his lips back to yours and used his fingers to massage the area. One finger went in and then he added another two, sliding them around finding your sweet spot.
“Harry...” you whined pushing yourself into him for more after he had pulled them out.
“Shh..” he grinned. He tugged off his boxers and kissed you sloppily, his teeth biting on your bottom lip until it was swollen. He then moved his lips down your neck, sucking lightly behind your ear until a purple bruise appeared. He moved down to your chest, sucking each nipple. His tongue flicked back and forth on the tips sending goosebumps down your arm. You reached down for his cock but he held you down shaking his head and spreading your legs. Kissing you hard, but passionately, his hips dipped towards yours, the length of him barely pressing into you. You groaned, gripping the bare skin on his back and pulling him down, his length pushing into you. “Fuck (y/n)...” he mumbled pushing deeper into you until his tip hit your sweet spot sending you nearly to completion. Your walls tightened around his length and you groaned.
Harry was moving faster now, his balls slapping against your body, sending it sliding along the countertop. You whimpered as he pulled out and shoved himself back in. “I-I’m close-” you managed to get out.
“Me too baby....” You bit down on his shoulder, gripping his back hard and sending him over the edge. You could feel the warmth spread inside you as his head fell, eyes rolled back, and a soft moan escaped his lips. You followed his lead and called out his name, both of you breathing heavy and not moving. Finally Harry slowly pulled out, trying to clean up everything that came out with it. You sat up, out of breath, cheeks flushed red, and a small smile on your face. Harry looked at you with a smirk but didn't know what to say or even what to do now that the line had been crossed. “Uh...I uhh.” he grumbled thinking of what to do. “That was- I mean-” He was flustered for words, his face reddening at the thoughts. “I’m going to hop in the shower.” he decided, leaving you to wonder what mistake had just been made.
You sighed, sitting up and walking into one of his guest bathrooms to do the same. You checked your phone, noticing a few texts from Bryce wondering if you could come over tonight. You hadn’t exactly told him you were flying to London. You hadn’t really told anyone. You just needed to get out of the city and after seeing Harry in an interview on tv, you knew that you needed to see him. Ignoring the texts you jumped into the shower, cleaning up and getting dressed in new clothes.
You wandered out into the living room, finding Harry shirtless and lounging on the couch. You sat next to him, trying to figure out what to say, what explanation you had but Harry just smiled and laughed softly to himself. “What?” you asked with a grin.
“Nothing. You just always surprise me that’s all.” His cute smirk sent butterflies through your body.
“Shut up.” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm and falling into his chest.
“I thought that maybe....you might want to do some sightseeing this evening?” Harry asked, running his fingers up your arm.
You nodded looking up into his green eyes. “That would be great. I-” you stopped as your phone started ringing. You lifted it up, Bryce’s name popping up on the screen. You looked at Harry who was now glaring at the phone. “I-uh I should take this...” you stood up and looked back at Harry. He had his arms crossed across his chest and was staring at the wall. “Hey.” you answered, leaving him in the other room.
After a short call with Bryce, you wandered back into the living room. Harry was still sitting there pissed off. “I have to work today. You’ll have to go sight seeing on your own.” he coldly growled in your direction.
“Okay....” you bit your lip knowing full well he didn’t have to work. “Well why don’t we plan dinner-”
“I actually won’t be home tonight.”
“What?”
“I have a work thing.” He stood up. “Make yourself at home though.”
“Well when will you be back?”
“When are you leaving?” he asked.
“Harry-”
“I have to go. Thanks for coming. It was a blast. Enjoy New York.” He walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. Tears pooled at your eyes, knowing this was exactly what had happened last year except worse. You had slept with Harry and there was no going back.
You wandered around the house for hours waiting for him to return. When he didn’t you gave up, changing into one of his shirts and snuggling in his bed. You wanted to know when he came home. In the morning he still hadn’t appeared and you sent him a text asking if he was okay. *Yes.* was the only answer you received. You were a mess, worrying about losing your best friend, worrying that you weren't going to be able to fix this.
You had to leave for the airport in an hour and without Harry there, you decided to just pack up early and leave. You arrived at the airport too early but you didn’t care. You just wanted to go home and forget this weekend even happened. *Where are you* Harry’s text buzzed through your phone.
*Airport*
*Don’t leave...pls*
You clicked off the phone. There was no point in doing this all over again. Around an hour later you heard steps running towards you. You pulled out your headphones and turned, seeing a very sweaty and stressed out Harry sprinting in your direction. “(y/n)!”
You stood up confused as his body flew into yours, his arms tightening around your waist and his forehead touching yours. “Harry? What are you doing-”
“Shh.” He kissed you, his lips lightly touching yours. Your arms automatically tangled around his neck and into his hair, butterflies taking flight up your stomach. Harry pulled away, keeping your body close. “Don’t leave me.”
“H...I have to-”
“No just listen okay? I love you. I have loved you for like 3 or 4 years now. And not as a friend, well I love you as a friend but also as more. There’s no one I would rather be with than you. I’m sorry I left last night. I was a dick I was just so upset because you’re with another guy and well I want you to want to be with me. I know you love me. I know you don’t want to risk losing me, but you won’t ever lose me. I’ll always be in your life, even as a friend, but (y/n) I want to try to be more. You are literally the only girl I can see myself with and I need you in my life. Please don’t go. Please let me try... Let me love you.”
Harry’s eyes stared at you anxiously. “Haz...I don’t know...” You sighed trying to figure out what you wanted. Your heart said love him, your head said leave him. You couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t lose your best friend. He was the one thing holding your life together, and losing him because of a screwed up relationship might just kill you. “I-” Your flight being called interrupted your thought. You needed to board but Harry wasn’t letting you go.
“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave. Tell me you don’t ever think about what we would be like. Tell me you love this other guy more.”
You sighed and hugged him tightly. “I can’t do that.”
Harry breathed out relieved and tightened his grip. “Good then lets head home...”
“No..Harry.” You let go of his tugging hand and bit your lip. “I’m going home. To New York.”
“But-”
“These things you told me...they don’t change anything. I can’t- I can’t lose you, I can’t risk one day not having you...”
“(y/n)...”
“I’m sorry Harry...I can’t lose you. I - I need you.”
“You know what” Harry crossed his arms, tears dripping down his cheek. “You just lost me. I hate you.” He turned around and walked away, leaving you crying in the middle of the airport as your plane was boarding. Your heart shattered, you nearly fell to the floor but the last call for boarding was announced and you needed to get out of there so you took a breath, wiped the tears and boarded the plane back to New York.
Present day:
Your plane landed and you managed to move through the airport and back to your car. You body felt numb, your eyes felt puffy, and your muscles were dragging. You drove home in silence, no music, just the sounds of the cars passing by. You made it back to your apartment and dropped to the floor inside the door. Sobs echoed through your body as you processed everything. You had just lost your best friend, the guy you had been in love with since you were basically a teenager. You realized that on the plane. You were so madly, deeply, in love with Harry. You were afraid to make a move on it though because you were afraid you weren't good enough, that he would leave you, and you would be left with nothing. But there you were, listening to his proclamation of love, and then losing him all because you couldn’t tell him the truth and take the risk. You could barely breathe, and you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to live in a world where Harry hated you.
You managed to clean yourself up, and eat something. Your phone had been blowing up all day but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to know who was calling or texting. You didn’t want to talk to Bryce, hell you didn’t want to see him. You knew you would never love him the way you loved Harry. You were laying on the couch, numb from crying and sick from the tub of ice cream you had consumed. Friends, one of Harry’s favorite tv shows was on the tv. You weren't really watching, the sounds just filled the apartment making it less lonely. You were about to head to bed when someone knocked at your door. You debated answering it, but the person was not giving up. You sighed and pulled it open, ready to face the neighbor who always lost her cat. Instead, green eyes searched yours.
“(y/n)...” Harry breathed out. He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were red and puffy with dark circles underneath, his hair was a tangled mess, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered.
You blinked, trying to figure out if he was actually here. “Ha-Ha- Harry?” you asked confused. He sighed and took a step towards you, pulling you into his arms. You let him do that, still confused how he was here. “What are you- how are you?”
“Shh...love just let me explain...” he pulled away and looked at you as if asking permission. You simply stepped out of the way, allowing him in and allowing him to pull you to the couch. “(y/n)...I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so so sorry. I do not in any way hate you. I never could hate you. I-I was wrong to say that. I would rather have you as a friend than not have you in my life at all. I knew right away I was wrong. I mean I question all the time why you won’t love me but I understand now why. I can’t lose you either. It killed me to see your face- the way you just crumbled and I- I can’t take that away. I know I caused you pain. I know I hurt you, and I will try my best to make up for it. Just please please forgive me...” Harry pressed his head to yours, tears freely falling down both of your cheeks.
You looked up, his eyes were closed, praying you wouldn’t tell him to leave. You knew what you wanted to do. You closed your eyes and sighed, pressing your lips to his softly. “I love you.”
Harry pulled away, confused. “What?”
“Harry, I’m in love with you. I have been. I just- I just never wanted to lose you...”
“(y/n)-”
“No. Now it's my turn. I’ve been in love with you for YEARS. I just always thought that us trying something would cost us our friendship. But when you left at the airport, I knew. I know. I know I will lose you eventually if we don’t own up to our feelings. If I don’t own up to mine. I love you so much t actually hurts. Seeing you walk away...it broke me...I- I felt like there was nothing left to live for. I felt like everything I needed was being taken away. You’re the one I think about in my free time, when I wake up, when I go to bed...I wonder what you’re doing, who you’re dating, and who you’re thinking about.”
“You. I’m always thinking about you.”
“Harry the idea of us...it scares me...it scares me I might lose you one day..it scares me that I won't be good enough for you...that-”
Harry kissed you and frowned. “You will always be good enough. You are more than I could ever dream of having. (y/n) you are the ONLY thing I want. I’m afraid of losing you too...but love, you won’t ever lose me if its my decision. You’re stuck with me no matter what.” You smiled and hugged him tightly, your tears soaking into his shirt. “Take a risk (y/n)...love me and let me love you. Tell me you are mine. Tell me we are going to give this a try.”
You kissed him softly and grinned. “I will. Harry I love you, my heart is all yours. I want to try this. I want this to work.”
Harry didn’t even answer, he just scooped you into his arms and kissed you hard. “I love you too (y/n). This is going to work I promise.”
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I had an idea for a Fangrai MTG AU, Lightning is a Boros battlemage whose spark ignites mid battle, where she planeswalks to Alara and meets a certain Jund Huntress
In my head canon, Vanille was the original founder of the Izzet Guild who hand-raised Niv-Mizzet (which explains so much about why he’s a smug dragon) before departing to spread the glory of Vanille through the multiverse before finally returning to help in the battle against Nicol Bolas because, really, nobody gets to pick on her dragon.
The secret of the Izzet Guild is the stupidly huge quantity of ridiculously overpowered stuff she left behind.
I could definitely see Lightning as Boros battle-mage with close links to the Azorius as well. Fang being Jund is interesting. You could also argue she should be Naya although I don’t think she gets into pure Gruul.
Another interesting question is what the kids would be...
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You can't told us that Fang and Vanille sneak out to meet Lightning without showing it. Like how did Light react? And how Regis and co. react knowing not only Cor had a child, he had Two of them. Two chaos incarnate child that is half-Cor. I can imagine Clarus dread and the glaives like The immortal had spawn?? One of them is Galahdian??? And don't think I didn't see Snow!Nyx there cuz now I imagine that Shiva secretly plan all this. Her with Luna!Serah is probably coincidence for sure.
*cackles softly* I COULD actually, but I won’t.
After coaxing their mom into getting them tour tickets for their birthday, they play nice in the tour for like- two of the four hours before sneaking away. Just enough to make sure people have acclimated to their presence and tuned them out.
Sneaking in is child’s play for the two former l’Cie and honestly that is less the fault of the Crownsguard and more the fault of these two being reincarnations with COR’S GENES now running through their veins. Still, the higher they go the tighter security is, and while they assume Lightning is on a higher level, they don’t know WHERE.
They duck into what they think is an empty room and ... get caught. Oops.
Then Fang punches Cor and they are frogmarched down to Crownsguard HQ to wait for their mom to come pick them up (she didn’t come on the tour). Cor also angrily insists on a blood test to teach Fang a lesson, Fang’s mom gives permission with a mischievous spark in her eyes. Then Vanille insists on having one too and well ... they get sidetracked for a WHILE.
But eventually, when Cor is busy Processing™ the fact he is now a dad of two and needs to talk to Fang’s mom over visitation/shared custody rights, someone asks why they were sneaking anyway. Vanille eagerly says they were here to see a friend, to see “Light” and Regis, who already knows his daughter is a reincarnation, feels ... off balance. No way. Two reincarnations is incredible as it is, but MORE?
Still, he calls Lightning down, who is curious about all the fuss. She enters the room and is immediately tackle-hugged by Vanille who shouts a gleeful, “Lightning!”
While stiff and sputtering, Lightning looks up from the redhead to see a girl with dark hair and icy blue eyes, who raises a hand and drawls, “Hey, Light. Snazzy digs you got now, huh? Sure beats camping down on Gran Pulse don’t it?”
Lightning doesn’t smile very big, the the small smile she does have lights up her entire face, “Fang, Vanille. You woke up too.”
Vanille nods enthusiastically and chatters a mile a minute while Regis just- sits and feels a bit of Doom™. They really are twice-borns. Cor has two daughters and they are TWICE-BORNS.
Astrals help them all.
The general reaction when word gets out is everyone is a Fear. The Immortal PRO-CREATED. ONE OF THEM IS GALAHDIAN. HALP.
Also Cor ends up taking a vested interest in refugee matters now, for obvious reasons, and the glaives are weirded out but also grateful (also they learn that Tredd is the Immortal’s youngest daughter’s UNCLE and all brains break. All brains break further when they meet Vanille and she’s ... nothing like her dad OR her uncle OR Furia in general. She’s too sweet and cute and hates fighting. Someone pls explain.)
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“Hey Noel? Thank you.”
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My soul was no longer attached to my body, and I could see you hunched over in tears, a heart-wrenching sob escaping your throat. Your warm tears hit my cheeks as you apologized to me, begging me to come back. We both know that wouldn’t happen.. at least not yet.
Kneeling my ethereal form beside you, I wrapped my arms around you in an attempt to comfort you, even though you couldn’t feel me. In all honesty I probably did this more for myself.. I was so scared.
Your mourning would be cut short as chaos wrought havoc into the future we so desperately wanted to save- and in an instant, you had to let me go in order to fight back against this unforeseen foe.
Centuries past since that day, and a piece of me remained with you for all of it. Not a single day would pass that I wouldn’t long to hold your hand again, to feel the warmth of your skin against mine, to journey with you on our quest long forgotten. I wanted to go back. I wanted to experience the world with you again. Even if I had to die over and over again! I wanted to go back. To the day we first met. When our eyes locked that day in New Bodhum, something inside me sparked. Yes it’s true, I loved Snow. He was my best friend for so long.. however, when we began our journey, it’s not that my love for him went away, but more that my love for you grew.
I remember when Caius threw us into a false world, a world of dreams in the Void Beyond. I remember waking up under a tree back on Gran Pulse. Lightning was home, Snow and I were married.. and yet? It wasn’t my ideal dream. Maybe in a past long lost it was, but at that time? And even now? It wasn’t what I wanted. You were missing. Nobody knew who you were, or remembered that fateful night. If I hadn’t nearly fallen for the fake Lightning? I would have snapped out of that dream faster as my dream was the reality I was living with you..
Noel, I must confess, I did occasionally slip away. Sometimes I would drift into a comatose state when you would idle about, letting my imagination run wild to explore all the opportunities we passed by. I would reminisce in memories of long ago, remembering how the sun felt, and how bright your smile was... You don’t smile anymore.
There are nights you don’t sleep too well, and it breaks my heart to see you suffer. Sometimes, when you manage to lay back down, I lay with you, my head resting on your chest. You move your arm out to the side and bend it a bit, as if you can feel be there are you’re trying to hold me. I wonder if you can feel me, or sense me even. Usually when we do this you sleep better.. I’ll do it more often.
Hey Noel? Do you remember that night you sat on the rooftop in Luxerion and looked over the city?? I do. Your eyes held a sadness I hadn’t witnessed in years. It wasn’t until I realized what day it was did I understand what made you weep.. It was the anniversary of my death. The tears you cried were so vicious and uncontrollable I thought you might fall off the building. Again, I held you in my arms to comfort you, this time solely for you. After that you calmed a bit.
“Serah..” you began, sniffling and looking out onto the city. The view was beautiful. “I’m sorry Serah... I promised that I wouldn’t let any harm come to you and.. and in the end I failed. I couldn’t protect Yeul, and I couldn’t protect you.. I hope you can forgive me.. wherever you are, I hope this prayer reaches you and your spirit can rest easier...” I sat beside you after that, staying quiet for awhile. Your hand reached out and touched mine, though I knew it wasn’t intentional, you can’t see me after all. It did make me happy though. We sat in silence, and you closed your eyes as if listening for something. Was it me you were listening for? Hoping to hear a response?
“Noel, of course I forgive you- though you did nothing wrong. It isn’t your fault I died.. I knew the consequences of going into the future and changing everything. I wanted to save humanity. I wanted to save you! I wanted to make a future that everyone could be happy in.. and I wanted to do that with you..” I reached my hand up and touched your cheek. When I saw you jump and turn to me, my cheeks flushed. Could you see me? Your head leaned forward, eyes closed again and stopped, so I followed suit, resting our foreheads together.
“We’ll see each other again Noel... I promise.” Your eyes opened and you flashed me that confident grin.
“I know.. We will see each other again someday. I guess I’ll just have to be patient...” My heart began to race though it had stopped beating centuries ago. For a brief moment you saw me. A brief moment you heard my voice.. I think from that day on you knew I was always with you...
The end of the world came, with my sister trying to save everyone, I knew she would run into you soon. I was excited to see Lightning again, and while I could have sought her out myself, I dared not leave you. I watched you found the Children of Etro, I witnessed your battle with Lightning. It was scary, but I believed in you. After.. After that? I don’t remember what happened..
The next thing I knew, I was springing forth from a small light, and everyone was there. Lightning, Snow, Sazh, Dajh, Hope, Vanille, Fang, Mog and.. and you!! You were there!!
I wobbled forward in the floating abyss, only to balance myself and propel into your arms. You caught me. How I had longed for this reunion. Tears welled in my eyes as I buried my face in your chest, hearing your heart beat once again. All these years. They had been worth it.
After we beat Bhunivelze, saved Yeul and brought my sister with us to watch the new world be created, I made you a promise.
“Hey Noel? Thank you.” You simply smiled at me and nodded. Those words were our promise. We’d find each other again in the new world.
And so we took off with everyone else, to the new world not ruled by a god, but by us.
“We’ll meet again..”
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