#anyway i like fun bow ties and i think race would too

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Spot and 4, 6, 35!

This gave me a chance to peruse patterned bow ties for inspiration (you'll see). Thanks for sending this!

Mafia AU/Fake dating/"Don't tell me you spent actual money on that."

Spot eyed the horseshoe-patterned bow ties. “Don’t tell me you spent actual money on those,” he sighed. “I can’t wear that. I need to look—”

“…Like we’re dating,” Race supplied. He ignored the other comment. “Do you want people to believe us?”

Spot was usually good at controlling his emotions, but he’d caught himself staring dreamily at Race enough that he knew their fake relationship was convincing, matching bow ties or not. “You keep saying you’re a good actor,” he said.

“I’d be a better actor if we matched.”

Spot shook his head. “I hope you kept the receipt.”

#another au that is not in my wheelhouse but y'know gotta expand my horizons #always fun to write spot as the silently pining reveals-himself-through-staring-too-long-and-taking-race-on-not-actually-dates type #anyway i like fun bow ties and i think race would too #newsies #isabel.tex #my writing #asks #ask game #sprace #claire! #this was another one that got too long and i had to use words very carefully to get it back to 100 words exactly

[thedungeonmastersscrolls]

It was never me

Eddie Munson x reader

You should have known he only had eyes for her.

- Angst - Slow Burn - Fluffish

Part 2

“None of this will do!” I panicked tossing dress after dress out of my walk in closet.

I was still in my uniform, only meant to grab the dress I decided on yesterday so Chrissy and I could hang out and get ready at her place, but now it seems too superficial.

“Anything would look good on you doll.” Chrissy said encouragingly as she walked into my room to check on me.

I only said five minutes but, fifteen has already passed since I got out of her car.

“I’m sorry.” I murmured stepping out of the closet with a bundle of clothes, “Knowing that Eddie might for sure be coming tonight… I want to look perfect and nothing seems right.” I plopped down on my bed, watching her walk into my closet.

“Hm…” She said as she stop in the middle of the closet with a hand on her hip, “I think…”

I waited eagerly for her opinion, hoping that she could magically pick out a gorgeous outfit… And to that she did. In her hands was a black sheer mini dress that flowed loosely at the bottom. It had a sweetheart neckline with lace straps that tied into bows at the shoulders.

“Would this do?” She held it towards me, “I personally think this would look perfect on you and would for sure grab his attention.”

I placed the clothes I was hugging onto my bed, carefully grabbing the dress from her, “How did I not see this one?” I wondered.

“Well you were a bit frazzled back there but come on now, we should get going.” She smiled walking out of my room.

I grabbed my combat boots, leather jacket, black mini purse, and a black bow for my hair before following Chrissy.

“I’ll grab the cookies.” I said and she nodded.

“I’ll take these to the car then.” She took the stuff that I was carrying, “Bye Mrs. (L/N)!”

“Bye hun!” My mom yelled from the kitchen as she made my other mom dinner for when she got back.

“Thanks.” I smiled before she left to her car to start it.

I raced into the kitchen, grabbing four bag full of cookies and gave my mom a quick hug.

“Be back tomorrow mom.” I said before racing back to the front door.

“Be safe and have fun!” She called out as I shut the door.

“And then he said— Wait. Which one do you like better?” Chrissy asked showing me two different shades of pink lipstick.

“I like…” I stared at the two, “The darker one better. It’ll make your dress pop.” I said referring to her baby blue dress that she had on.

She nodded turning back to her vanity mirror and applying it. I was finishing the last curl in my hair before pulling two strands back to clip it with the black bow.

“But, anyways Jason asked me if I wanted to go with him and his parents for Winter break to Aspen.” Chrissy said excitedly.

“Oh my! That’s amazing! Please tell me you said yes? The ski resorts there are beautiful.” I cheered.

“I did!” Chrissy nodded excitedly, “I’ve never liked someone so much before but Jason… He makes my heart soar.” Chrissy sighed happily placing her lipstick down.

“I’m so happy for you Chris.” I gave her a back hug.

“Thank you.” She gripped my arms, “I know you will find someone who makes you feel this way too.”

I nodded as I pulled back, “How much time until the party?”

Chrissy looked to the clock on her nightstand, “We should head out now. That way we can get there a little early and help set up.”

I nodded and reached for my bag. Chrissy was putting her white pump heels on and I took one last glance at myself in the mirror. I felt confident in how I looked. I knew that I was enough for myself. I just hoped that I was enough for him too.

I gave an affirmative nod to myself before following Chrissy out the door. That’s right. Tonight I was going to put my fears behind me.

Tonight I will talk to Eddie Munson.

When we arrived half of the basketball team was setting up a beer pong table game while the other half were getting the drinks ready. Most of the cheerleaders were putting up decorations but everyone greeted us the moment we walked in. Chrissy ran up to Jason who picked her up into a spin while looking at her as if she were a Princess. I decided to walk towards Lacy who was setting up a bunch of snacks on two tables pressed against a wall.

I placed down the bags of cookies onto the tabled, “Do you need any help?” I asked her.

She was a lot nicer when Stacey or Jessica wasn’t around. It made me feel bad for her that she always had to put up an act in front of everyone but who am I to judge? I pretend that my life is perfect.

She nodded, “Sure.” She said while pacing me an empty bowl tray, “Here, these are for the cookies.” She stated and thus began some small talk as we arranged the food and snacks.

It wasn’t shortly after that when people began to arrive. Finishing up on the tables, I grabbed any excess trash and headed into the kitchen to throw it away and wash my hands. As I finished drying them I heard Lucas’s voice call for me as he entered from the back door.

“Hey! When did you show up?” Lucas asked and it was clear that he had been dragging around beer jugs from the perspiration on his forehead.

“I think it was about fifteen minutes ago?” I said passing him the dish towel, “Here.” I laughed, “Are you okay? Because if I didn’t know any better coach showed up is making every run laps.”

Lucas laughed at the joke shaking his head, “i hope that never happens. Just a lot of heavy lifting for me.”

“Where are your friends?” I wondered looking around trying to hide my excitement of seeing Eddie. I hope I’m not too obvious.

“I talked them after school. They should be here soon.” Lucas confirmed, “I can’t wait for them to meet the one who has been supplying the DND club with the best snacks.”

I waved my hands in front of me with an embarrassed blush, “I told you already, you don’t need to tell them that it’s me baking the treats. I feel happy just knowing that all of you like them.”

Lucas shrugged, “Whatever you say, I still want you to meet them. I wanna show them that not all popular’s are mean.”

“I’m not exactly popular.” I said walking around the counter so the two of us can head out into the crowd, “I just happen to be best friends with someone who is. Chrissy is popular and I’m just… Here.”

My empty words seemed to ring true and a mutual understanding fell between us before Lucas was being pulled away by Jason to play a round of ping pong. I crossed my fingers that they weren’t going to force him to drink any alcohol.

I decided to blend into the crowd, the music pounding in my ears. I couldn’t seem to find Chrissy but that wasn’t any surprise. I usually wouldn’t be able to at one of these parties at least until the hype began to die down. Everyone wanted her attention because she always knew how to make sure that everyone was having a good time. That was something I loved about her. A beacon of sunlight is what I could describe her as.

I eventually made my way towards the back yard, a slightly quieter area. There were still people out here, playing beer pong, doing hand stands and drinking from the kegs or just making out. I found a small safe heaven, a small fire burning in the fire pit with chairs surrounding it. It seemed no one has ventured out this far but, I bet they will soon enough.

I placed my palms towards the fire and relished in the heat. The fake smile plastered on my face fell into a natural look as I took joy in being alone. With my back faced to the party I didn’t have to pretend to be having a good time. Or pretend that I had more friends than just Chrissy. I hope that she will venture out here soon though. Maybe we can leave early and watch movies. I heard that Nightmare On Elm Street was supposed to be scary…

“(Y/N)!” Lucas’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked towards him and noticed that his small band of friends have arrived, following behind the new basketball player.

“Hey.” I gave him a small wave, “What are you doing out here? The parties inside.” I furrowed my brows stepping away from the fire to check on Lucas as well as his friends, “Is everything alright? Jason didn’t do anything did he? I’ll go get Chris and we’ll-” Before I could finish my sentence Lucas was waving his hands in front of him.

“No no! Everything’s good! I was just looking for you,” He chuckled, “I said I wanted to introduce you remember?”

I let out a relieved sigh and smiled. Last thing I want tonight is for anyone to get into a fight.

Lucas chuckled, “What are you doing out here?”

“Trying to warm up.” I chuckled motioning to the flames.

“Yeah, it’s pretty chilly out.” He agreed, “Well anyways, guys!” He turned to look at his friends, “This is my new friend (Y/N). And (Y/N) these are my friends, Mike, Dustin, Garreth, Triston, and Jeff.”

I gave them all a wave and a smile, “Hello.”

“And where is…” Lucas looked around for his older friend who appeared out of the house, a can of beer in his hand, “There he is! Hurry up dude!” Lucas called as Eddie rolled his eyes as he met up with his friends. Lucas continued with a pleased smile, “And this is—“

“Edward.” I finished for him, trying to refrain myself from having a heart attack.

He looked every bit of the my dream self of him could conjure. He wore a black Henley with his leather jacket and ripped black skinny jeans. He wore all of his jewelry, but where as his necklace is usually hidden, this time the guitar pick was showing.

“It’s Eddie.” He corrected as his eyes roamed over my form as well. I just hoped that he liked the outfit I was wearing.

“No one calls me that.” He continued.

“That gives me all the more reason to then.” I smiled trying to not fail at my attempt at flirting while secretly hoping that I haven’t offended him already, “I like how Edward sounds.” I said before returning my attention back to the others saving myself from melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet all of you.” I smiled, “I heard a lot about you.”

“All good things I hope?” Dustin asked.

I nodded giggling, “Of course! Although Mike, I suggest returning back that old cap Lucas let you borrow.” I lifted my hand to cusp my face away from Lucas and whispered loudly, “He’s still pretty upset about it.”

“Dude! That was like two years ago!” Mike swung his hands.

“I told you that in confidence!” Lucas pretended to be angry at me before looking at Mike, “And that was my favorite cap!”

I laughed with the other, relieved that the ice was broken.

“How are you guys liking the party so far?” I asked looking at the others.

“Not bad.” Jeff answered.

“The music choice could be a little better.” Gareth commented.

“I agree. A little Sabbath couldn’t hurt.” I nodded before my eyes lit up, “Wait. Aren’t you guys a band?” I motioned to Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, and Triston.

“We are!” Triston shook his head.

“Corroded Coffin.” Eddie said seemingly intrigued in the conversation now.

“Yeah!” I smiled blushing at Eddie’s attention, “I’m sure your guys’s music is really good.”

“You should see us preform sometime then.” Eddie suggested.

“Really?” I asked my heart fluttering.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“I’d love too then!” I nodded eagerly, “I hope you guys have a good time tonight. If you’re hungry there are snack tables inside. If you didn’t find it then I can show you where it is.” I offered.

Mike shook his head, “It’s okay, we found it.” He answered shyly now a bit embarrassed over the petty argument that just occurred.

I smiled, “Perfect! Then if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“I’m sorry.” Dustin suddenly said, “I just, you look completely different from at school and your just well…” He couldn’t find the words to explain himself, “Different.”

I rubbed my palms together, to keep warm, “Well at school I have to wear my cheerleader uniform or whatever the girls have planned for that week but, outside from that…” I smiled softly, “I get to wear what I want, which is usually black.” I chuckled, “Anyways don’t let me stop you all from having a good time. Remember what I said, if you have a problem come get me and I’ll sort it out okay?”

“Okay!” Dustin waved before they began to walk back to the house, to experience the feel of a high school party.

“Wait are we just going to ignore the fact that she knows Sabbath?” Jeff stated a little too loudly as they headed inside.

It was then that I realized only Lucas, Eddie and I were left.

“Thanks for meeting my friends.” Lucas said.

“Of course.” I smiled, “They seem like cool kids.”

“They are. I’m going to go show them around.” Lucas stated and ran off to find his friends.

The loud atmosphere seemed to quite down as I turned back to the fire, holding my hands out. My heart began to quicken when I realized that Eddie wasn’t going to follow his friends back inside.

“You look good.” Eddie finally stated after a while.

That sentence has my eyes almost pop out as I whipped my head towards him, “What did you say?”

“I said you look good.” Eddie chuckled and moved to take his place beside me, “I could say hot too.” He stated before taking a swig of his drink.

I think my face was burning hotter than the fire at that moment as I looked at him, “I…” I looked back at the fire, “Thank you.”

The last thing that I expected tonight was for him to compliment me… To think that I was hot. That giddy feeling suddenly returned. Is my face burning? I think my face is burning.

“You too.” I murmered trying to get the courage to give him a compliment.

“What?” He chuckled leaning in a bit closer to hear me.

“Hot.” I blurted out, “Or good. You look good, uh handsome.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see him smirking and tried to save my embarrassing attempt at flirting, “I like your jacket. Your jacket is hot.”

Oh my god you are an idiot (y/n).

His smirk only seemed to grow, “My (Y/N). I didn’t expect to hear you give me so many compliments today. Whatever shall I do to return the favor?” He wondered out loud as he walked around the fire.

I giggled at his excessive acting, “I don’t know.”

“Well.” Eddie paused for a moment, “Can I get the beautiful midnight princess a drink?”

“Well certainly, good sir.” I smiled playing into his act.

“What does the lady prefer?” He stood in front of me now leaning down a waiting for an answer.

You.

Was what I wanted to say and if I were any more confident or perhaps drink then I would have. Instead I settled on, “Lemonade please.” I asked as I rubbed my palms together to get warm.

He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. The heat enveloped me in a comfortable embrace. But that wasn’t what got me warm, it was seeing his black Henley fit snug on him…

“Try not to catch my ‘hot’ jacket on fire while I’m gone.” He teased with a glint in his eyes before he walked away.

I watched him until the door shut behind him and I let out a quiet squeal, “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! What just happened? He just flirted! With me! That was flirting right?” I asked my self nervously, “Oh where is Chrissy when I need her?” I bounced on the balls of my feet in nervous excitement, “Okay (y/n). You got this. He’s been your crush for forever. Just act cool. Act-” I stopped muttering and bouncing as I heard the door opening and out appeared my knight in black armor.

Act cool…

“Thank you kind knight.” I smiled taking the drink from him, the lemonade quenching my thirst as I took a sip.

“Whatever the Princess asks, she shall receive.” He replied.

I giggled and let out a calm sight, looking at him curiously, “Why haven’t we talked like this before?”

Eddie stared at me for a moment, “I don’t know.” He finally replied, “I guess I just didn’t realize how chill you were. I always expected you to be well…”

“A stereotypical cheerleader?” I finished for him.

He nodded, “Yeah. But I don’t know of any stereotypical cheerleader to know of Black Sabbath.”

“That is true.” I smiled into my cup, “There is a lot about me that isn’t stereotypical.”

“And what might that be?” He wondered.

I looked around before I leaned in to whisper, “I hate pom poms.”

He let out a shocked gasp and clutched his heart, “The blasphemy!”

I covered my mouth as I giggled furiously, “I know! I know! I just hate them, they are so scratchy and they fall apart so easily… Oh god. Please don’t ever tell this to Jessica. She would have my head on one of those Pom Pom sticks!”

He crossed his heart, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Please don’t. We just started talking.” I teased.

“Then I promise not to die until I’m old a grey okay?” He smiled.

I nodded, “Okay.”

“Do you want to know a secret?” He asked leaning in.

“What is it?” I murmured looking into his big brown eyes.

“This isn’t really my scene.” He stated.

“Would pizza be your scene?” I suggested.

“Definitely.” He nodded, “You wanna go?”

“Sure.” I agreed, “Let me just tell Chris first.”

“Alright.” He agreed and followed me back inside the house to find Chrissy.

“Chris!” I yelled for her and she turned around to see me and a certain tall curly hair brunette, “One second.” I told Eddie before heading towards Chrissy.

I met her half way, “Guess what!”

“What?” She asked me excitedly though she had a pretty good idea.

“Eddie finally noticed me!” I was smiling so hard I thought my face could crack, “And he is taking me to get pizza!”

“I’m so happy for you!” She pulled me into a hug, “Just be careful okay? And call me later tonight so that I know you’re safe. If you don’t then I’m deeming it as kidnapping and calling the police.”

I nodded laughing a bit, “I promise. I’ll talk to you later tonight okay?”

We gave each other a last hug before she calling over my shoulder, “Keep her safe okay?!”

Eddie nodded, “Of course! What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?” He stated before taking my hand in his and leading me to his van.

His van resembled him very much. Messy, a little out there sometimes, but dependable and cozy.

“You have a lot of tapes.” I commented as he drove down the street.

“You can pick one to play if you’d like.” He gave me the okay and suddenly I felt like a child in a candy shop.

Most bands I knew from my mom but some I had never even heard of before. I decided to settle on a classic.

“Never would have guessed.” Eddie looked pleased as I put in the Metallica tape.

“My mom practically raised me on these songs. Though she will never admit it to another soul so promise me to keep it a secret.” I held my pinky out towards him.

He smirked as he slowed down and stopped at a red light before taking his right hand off the wheel and interlacing his pinky with mine.

“I won’t tell another soul for as long as I live.” He swore.

“Good because my mother will have us both knocking on heavens door.” I joked and for the first time that night he let out a real laugh.

It was a life that sent butterflies to my stomach and I hoped that I could hear it again.

Soon we found ourselves in the parking lot of the best pizza place in town and I couldn’t help but giggle as Eddie raced over to open the door for me.

“My lady, we have arrived.” He bowed and held his hand out for me to take.

I gladly excepted and couldn’t help but blush as he held my hand the entire time until we sat down in a booth.

“What kind of pizza are you getting?” He asked as he watched me skim through the menu.

He knew his order by heart and would never diverge off a meat lovers pizza for anybody.

“Mm… I think I’ll just get a simple cheese pizza.” I decided and set my menu down only to receive the end stare of a horrified look from Eddie, “What?” I giggled.

“Our of all the mouth watering pizzas listed, you chose… A plain cheese pizza?” He questioned.

“Hey.” I laughed, “It’s not plain.”

“Boring then.” He mused his chin coming to rest on his palm as he gazed at me.

I raised my eye brow and mimicked his posture, “I’ll have you know cheese pizza is quite delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it Princess.” He teased as the waiter arrived at our table, “A small meat lovers pizza and how many do you want?”

I wanted to say a small as well, I really did but I was already nervous enough and I didn’t want to look bad in front of him so I settled for, “Just one slice will be fine.”

He stared at me for a moment before answering, “A small cheese pizza for her as well.”

A blush grew on my face.

“You can eat as many slices as you’d like around me.” He spoke with a shrug.

I gave him a nod my smile growing a little more.

“Though I won’t be surprised if you try to steal a slice of mine because mine will obviously be better.” He joked leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms smugly.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” I playfully scoffed.

“I can’t believe you didn’t like mine!” Eddie complained once again as he parked in front of my street.

“I’m sorry!” I laughed as I wiped the tears from my eyes, “It was too greasy for me.”

“Oh I’ll show you greasy.” He teased reaching over to tickle my sides.

I laughed even harder as I tried to wiggle away from his grasp, “No no no!”

He stopped for a second allowing me to breath, “Say mine was better.”

I stared at him for a moment before giving him the best smirk I could muster, “Mine was better.”

He shook his head with a scoff, “You are the most interesting person I have ever met.”

I blushed looking down. This has got to be the best night of my life.

“You too.” I replied softly.

“Can I…” he cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out again sometime?”

Oh I hope this isn’t a dream.

My eyes widened and I look at him, “Really?”

He chuckled, “Really.” He nodded.

I smiled softly, “Then I would love too.”

He leaned in and for a heart racing moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes trying to figure out how one prepares for a first kiss. My heart racing and my hands became clammy… And suddenly…

*click*

I opened my eyes only to find him smirking slightly as he pushed my door open, “I’ll see you at school.”

“I…” I didn’t know how to respond and nodded quickly, “Yeah, I’ll see you.”

“Sleep well, Princess.” Was all he said before I was closing the van door and he waited until I was safely inside before he was driving off.

I raced up stairs as quietly as I could, jumping on my bed and dialing Chrissy’s number with shaking fingers.

“Hello?” She spoke softly.

I let out a squeal as soon as I heard her voice on the other line.

“You will never believe what just happened!” I whispered yelled.

Her voice matched mine as she yelled, “Tell me everything!”

“Well… It started with…” I twirled the cable line around my finger as I fell back into my pillows.

This was the best night of my life.

Eddie was sitting on his bed. The same Metallica album that the quirky cheerleader picked earlier played in his room. Eddie sighed placing head in his hands as one thought ran through his mind.

Please don’t let her hate me for this.

——————

Thank you so much for reading! Stay tuned!

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[bitchin-beskar]

Royal Affairs - II

Consequences Will Follow

Rating: M 

Warnings: Intense yearning, shirtless sparring, and oral (f. receiving), of course.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Here’s Chapter 2!! I was planning to have this out on Christmas, but I ended up adding a couple extra scenes, so it took a little longer than I planned!! I have chapters 3, 4, and 5 outlined, so hopefully it won’t take too long for the next chapter! I’ve also got three other stories I want to get posted soon though, so it might not be right away! Anyways, I really hope y’all continue to read and enjoy this AU, I’m having so much fun with it!!!

P.S. If y’all wanna send me asks about this AU... I will gladly oblige 🥺😉

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I love hearing what you guys think!!

It’s late by the time you get back to the small housing unit you share with your sister and your buir. You’d spent hours doing mindless chores around the shop, unable to keep still, lest your mind start to wander to the guests you’d entertained earlier. It feels like a fever dream, something you can only half-recall, and when you try, you grow hot and dizzy and altogether exhausted. 

Your family should be asleep, but when the door slides open, your sister and mother are sitting at the table, waiting for you with a glass of spotchka. A’denla looks up sharply as you walk in, worry written into the crease of her brow. Your mother doesn’t carry her worries visibly, but you can see in the way her eyes rove over you, checking for injuries, that she’s been just as worried as A’denla. 

“Where have you been?! Do you know how late it is?!?”

Your sister is out of her seat and in front of you before you can blink, her hands gripping your upper arms as she does so, shaking you slightly. You know she’s just worried about you, but you’re exhausted, and the minute you’d gotten home and stopped moving, your mind began to wander, just like you’d hoped to avoid. 

“Did he get your message? The gossip has been flying, did the King actually come to the shop?”

You blink tiredly, your exhausted brain only able to focus on one thing. 

“His name is Din.”

There’s a beat of silence. A’denla’s hands drop from your arms. Then, your mother’s sharp voice pierces you like a vibroblade. 

“What. Did. You. Just. Say.”

Your head swivels towards her, and you can actually see fear in her eyes. You frown. “He told me... to call him Din... twice.” Your sentence would hold more weight if you didn’t stop to yawn twice in the middle. Stars, how are you so tired?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see A’denla’s mouth drop. You yawn a third time, covering your mouth with your hand. There’s a little niggling in the back of your head telling you that you should be worried about this too, what it means for the King to ask for a peasant shopkeeper to call him by his name, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when you’re less than twenty feet from your bed. 

Your mother is muttering something to herself, and you think you catch something along the lines of “Maker, give me patience” but you can’t be sure. You just want to sleep, for kriffing sake. 

“Go to bed, daughter. You look exhausted.” You weakly nod your head, already liking where this is going. “But, we are going to talk come morning.”

You hear the words your mother says, but they don’t really register as you’re already stumbling towards your room. Your sister’s voice picks up behind you as she starts to bicker with your mother, but you’re already falling into bed, asleep before your head hits the pillow. 

***

Unfortunately, morning doesn’t bring you any peace and quiet like you were hoping for. 

As soon as you were even halfway conscious, your mother had practically dragged you to the kitchen table, shoving you into a seat as she began pacing the length of the room. She was clearly agitated, and you didn’t have to wait long to find out why.

“What exactly happened yesterday, daughter? First, rumors are flying that the King’s son ended up in your store, then there are the rumors that the King himself visited, and then you come home half asleep, muttering about the King’s given name?! What in the name of the Maker possessed you, child? Do you know how much trouble we could get in with you just throwing the name of the King around like he’s some... some....”

Your mother’s breath quickens as she rants, raising higher and higher until she’s practically shouting. Her yelling makes you feel about a third of your actual height, small and meek as she scolds you. Stars, you knew better than to say the King’s name out loud, it was the height of disrespect! And coming from someone of your station? If anyone other than your mother or sister had heard... 

It didn’t bear thinking about. 

Your buir is clearly waiting for an explanation, but just as you open your mouth, a sharp knock sounds at the door. Both of your heads jerk towards the entryway, and for a moment, neither of you move. 

When you go to stand, your mother holds up her hand sharply, gesturing for you to stay put. You feel shame rising in your cheeks at the way she’s treating you, like you’re still a child, but given last night, you can’t entirely blame her.

You’re only half listening as she answers the door, but when she calls your name loudly, her voice shaky, you jerk out of your seat, practically running to the door to see what’s wrong, only to draw up short when you see the woman standing there.

“I’m Cara Dune. I’m an advisor to the King,” she informs your mother, bending in a short, sharp bow of respect, causing your mother’s eyes to widen. “I’ve been sent to collect your daughter.” She turns to you. “Our King requests your presence at the palace.”

You have to physically stop yourself from twisting your hands in your skirt nervously. “Di– Did the King say why?” You ask, heart racing as you try to remember every little detail about your interaction with him yesterday. Did you offend him in some way, and he’s only now punishing you for it? Does he think you lied to him about the bounty hunters? Does–

“Your presence is requested.”

Swallowing harshly, you nod. Even though it is framed as a request, all three of you are well aware of the fact that a summons by the King is not something to be turned down lightly. 

“Come on.” Cara turns and stalks out the door, her steps heavy and loud in the tense silence of your house. Your mother is staring at you with this indescribable expression, but when you make to step past her, she grips your arm tightly, causing you to turn to look at her.

“If you’ve done anything–”

The threat hangs in the air, and you nod shakily. She doesn’t even need to finish her statement. You understand her meaning perfectly clear. Whatever problems you’ve caused need to be fixed, or else. Your family doesn’t need the displeasure of the King of Mandalore hanging over your heads. 

She lets you go and you follow Cara out the door, wishing you had a moment to change into something more presentable. You’re just in a simple dress meant for working around the house, not for audiences with royalty. Unfortunately, you doubt Cara is going to want to wait, and the quicker you get through this inevitable disaster, the better.

There’s a speeder waiting to take you both to the palace. Cara’s already waiting, so you gingerly step inside. 

“Never been in a speeder before?”

You don’t have to look at her to know she’s looking at you with that look. The one all the higher-born give those born into a lower station, the peasants. “My family has never exactly been in a position to afford a ride in a speeder, much less own one of our own.”

Cara hums, and gestures for the speeder to start. You feel the engines rumbling beneath your feet and the speeder starts up, gliding smoothly above the ground as you begin to make your way out of the lower levels and up towards the palace.

You can’t help but look around, entranced by the way the buildings shift, from dingy, rundown stores and homes to sleek, shining high-rises and elegant towers seemingly constructed purely of transparisteel. You’ve never been out of the village before, so this was all completely unfamiliar, and you were even more self-conscious of your appearance. It was clear you didn’t belong here.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Cara said suddenly, and you looked over at her incredulously. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Din so tongue-tied before.”

The King? Speechless? Because of you?! 

“I’m sure you’re mistaken,” you whispered, looking down at your hands. Maker, your buir would kill you if you brought such unnecessary and unwanted attention to yourself. It wasn’t proper for a peasant to be drawing the attention of anyone above their station, especially the King himself. It didn’t matter how it had felt when he’d spoken to you, nor how his hand had felt on your back when he’d stood behind you in your shop. Peasants had been killed in the past for less scandalous acts than you’d engaged in.

“You’re very pretty.” Your head jerked up at Cara’s blunt words. “I’m not surprised Din is so drawn to you.”

Oh Maker, he thought you were pretty?

Cara just chuckled, terror and embarrassment clear on your features as you gripped your skirts tightly. This was not good. 

“It’s not proper.”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and Cara suddenly stopped laughing. You flinched, worried that you’d offended her when she suddenly covered your hands with her own. 

“Din doesn’t care about propriety. He was a bounty hunter before he became the King. The same people who look down on you for being a shopkeeper looked down on him as just a dumb mercenary.” You slowly raised your head, meeting Cara’s surprisingly comforting gaze. “And now, they all grovel at his boots, hoping that he’s forgotten how they treated him before he won the Darksaber.”

She pauses again, her hands tightening over yours. “Din doesn’t care about money or expensive gowns or connections. None of those things could impress him more than when he saw how you’d genuinely cared for his son. You didn’t know he was the King’s son, you didn’t care. You just saw a hurt child and took him in. That is why Din was so entranced with you.”

You were silent for a moment, mulling over her words, before something struck you as odd. “W–Wait, was? What do you mean by that?”

Cara’s soft grin suddenly turned wicked. Your eyes widened at the pure glee and mischief in her eyes. “Well, then he met you.” She waggled her brows, looking you up and down, a dirty smirk wide on her lips. “Now he’s entranced for a whole other reason.”

The innuendo was clear in her voice, and you felt your cheeks heat rapidly. She had to be joking. There was no way that the King found you attractive. It just wasn’t possible. You’d spent your entire life being told how plain you looked, by your buir, and the children you’d grown up with. You sister and Vys had tried to tell you otherwise, but you knew they were just trying to make you feel better after yet another boy taunted that you’d never find someone who wanted you.

Mandalorians were well known for their passion and intense desire. It wasn’t unheard of for couples to say their vows in their late teens, with females often pregnant before their twentieth year. Courtships often took days and weeks instead of months and years, a hold-over from when Mandalore almost fell to the Empire. It had become custom to find a riddur and marry quickly, and to get pregnant even quicker, incase too many warriors fell in battle.

Children were revered in your culture, and men and women alike dreamed of starting families, raising ad’ike and ensuring the continuation of the Mandalorian way of life, a desire that only grew stronger with the war. 

Even though you weren’t that old in terms of lifecycles, you were much older than was typical for starting a family. Your sister had married young, but her husband had died only a year and a half after their union, and she’d chosen not to find a new riddur. Your brother has been married for close to twenty years now. But you’d never come close to finding someone you wanted to spend your life with. Not that your family hadn’t tried to fix that. 

But you didn’t want to marry someone just so that you could pop out a few children so that you could be seen as “doing your duty for the betterment Mandalore.” You just wanted a riddur who would respect and love you, but it seemed that it wasn’t meant to be. The few boys you’d let your guard down around and had gotten close to had been absolute di’kuts, cocky and rude, demanding you submit to them and give up everything to please them, so you’d given up on ever finding a riddur.

“I’m not the kind of woman to inspire those kinds of thoughts in a man,” you muttered, missing the suggestive smirk Cara sent your way. 

“You’ll see,” she whispered, turning back to watch as you approached the palace.

***

Cara had marched through the grand hallways of the palace with an air of authority that stunned you. Even though her outfit made her look out of place in the sleek and elegant palace rooms and halls, her absolute confidence radiated out, filling the rooms with her presence. 

You just followed along behind, silently grateful for the fact that the palace seemed to be empty. Cara seemed to know exactly where she was going, and you followed her through all the turns, hopelessly lost. You’d never be able to find your way out of here by yourself, which made you feel a little uncomfortable, but you tried not to dwell on it. 

As you made your way down yet another hallway, you started to hear what sounded like grunts, along with repeated clangs of metal hitting metal. Eyes wide, you almost asked Cara what it was you were hearing when she turned, a grin on her face. 

“We’re here.”

She pushed open a door, and the grunts and clangs grew louder as the two of you entered what looked to be a training room. There was a large mat in the center of the room, with seating off to one side. There was specialized equipment lining the other sides, for what you assumed was different exercise routines. You first noticed little Grogu, seated on the stands. He turned when the door opened, and his little coo reached your ears as he clambered down, waddling over to you as fast as he could. 

You’d thought he was running to Cara, but when he ran straight past her and collided with your legs, your eyes widened. He gripped the fabric of your skirts in his little claws, his big, beautiful eyes begging for you to pick him up. 

Without thinking you bent over and scooped him up, settling him on your hip. You looked up to see Cara grinning. “He missed you.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

She nodded. “Yeah. He really didn’t want to leave your shop last night. He pouted all day until Din told him you were coming.” Your heart melted, looking down at the little one who was snuggling into your side. 

There was a loud smack, and you looked up suddenly to see a huge shirtless man falling back onto the mat, the beskar staff falling to the ground next to him. Another man, also shirtless, stood over the fallen fighter, his own beskar staff secure in his grasp. 

A quiet gasp left your mouth, your eyes widening as you took in the sight before you. The man with his back to you was clearly in excellent shape, his golden skin glistening with sweat, his shoulders broad and muscled. His dark hair curled at the ends as it brushed the nape of his neck. His legs were clad in a pair of black pants, tight enough to show the muscles of his thighs and calves. You’d never seen a more attractive man, and you hadn’t even seen his face. The man on the ground was attractive as well, big and hulking and covered in tattoos, but your eyes kept flitting back to the victor of the fight.

You didn’t see the gleeful look Cara shot you, as she watched your eyes widen and your breath hitch when you saw the two fighters. Maybe if you’d seen her look, you would have been better prepared for what came out of her mouth.

“Din! Paz! We’ve got a guest, you nerf herders!”

Her yell was loud enough to cover the gasp of shock as you realized just who the shirtless men were. You recognized Paz, the general of Mandalore’s fighting corps, even though you’d never seen him. Gossip about him and his abilities had reached even the lower villages, and his tattoos were legendary. But it was the other man who still held your attention. The King.

He turned, his eyes landing on you and Cara, standing near the door. His gaze focused on you, and you felt your cheeks heat at his intense gaze. You’d thought his armour was intimidating, but actually looking him in the eyes was far more so. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he began to move towards the three of you. 

You swallowed, forcing your eyes to stay on his face, and not the glistening skin of his bare chest. As he approached, Cara leaned in, plucking Grogu from your arms and whispering “have fun!” before turning and making her way towards Paz. Your eyes widened as she left your side, before you forced yourself to sink into a curtsy as the King came to a stop in front of you.

“My king,” you whispered, standing upright, but keeping your head bowed. You had no idea why you’d been summoned, and you were practically trembling with worry.

He was silent for a moment when suddenly, he reached out, lightly gripping your chin as he coaxed your head up, his eyes dark as he captured your gaze. 

“I thought I asked you to call me Din?” His voice was soft, soothing, and yet you felt shame. Your king wanted one thing, but you knew what propriety demanded, even if it meant disobeying his direct order. 

“It’s not proper, my king. I have no right to speak your name–”

He shushed you softly, his thumb brushing the underside of your jaw. “If you truly do not wish to use my name, I will not force you, darling.” Your eyes widened at his words, shocked. Here you were, outright disobeying a direct order from your King, and he was okay with that?

“But I dearly wish you would,” he continued, watching your face closely. “My name sounds so sweet, falling from your lips. I would ask you to humor me, at least when we’re alone.”

You inhaled sharply at his words, feeling like your heart was about to leap out of your chest. He was looking at you so earnestly, and his hand was warm against your neck. You’d never had anyone look at you like this, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. 

“It’s not proper for me to address so informally,” You started, pausing to take a deep breath. “But, if you desire for me to use your name in private, then... I–I suppose I can humor you.” You paused once more. “Din.”

The soft smile that spreads across his face is dazzling. 

“Thank you, darling.” He murmurs, releasing your jaw and taking your hand in his, gently pressing a kiss to the back of it. You felt your cheeks warm. The effect this man was having on you was one you’d never experienced before, and it was clear he knew just what kind of effect he had on you. 

His eyes ran up and down your figure unashamed, and you were surprised to see a pleased smirk on his face as he looked at you. You’d never had someone look at you with such desire, and it brought on a dizzying feeling. You looked away, unused to such feelings and attention.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Din said, brushing his fingers across your cheek, turning your face back towards his. “Has no one ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are?”

You were sure he could feel your burning cheeks underneath his fingertips. You slowly shook your head, wanting to look away out of embarrassment, but his dark gaze held you firm. 

“Well they should,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “You struck me speechless yesterday.” He chuckled, his dark hair falling gently over his brow. You drew your bottom lip in between your teeth, worrying the flesh out of nervousness. You’d never been this close to a man, let alone a half-dressed one.

Your breath suddenly hitched as his thumb moved to brush over your lower lip, pulling it from between your teeth. His gaze was heavy, looking at you as though you were something precious, something to be desired. 

The trance was suddenly broken by a loud yell from behind Din. 

“Djarin! I want a rematch!”

You’d jerked at the sudden sound, but Din only sighed, his eyes sliding shut as he stood before you, your face still cradled in his palm. He opened his eyes again, smiling softly at you. 

“Have you ever seen a sparring match before?” When you shook your head, he gestured to the seats behind you. “Stay. Watch.”

He released you, turning and stalking back towards Paz, leaving you standing there with a warm face and fluttering in your stomach. You were dazed, and caught off-guard when Cara suddenly appeared back at your side, with Grogu in her arms. 

“Come on, the kid likes to watch too.”

She all but dragged you to the seats, pulling you down next to her and plopping the little one onto your lap. Automatically, your arms came up around him, but you were still lost, your gaze still unfocused as you tried to make sense of the conversation that had just taken place.

You watched as Din and Paz centered themselves on the mat, falling into stances, with their staffs held at the ready. Muscles tense, the two men were still for a few moments, before they suddenly sprung into action. The clangs as their staffs collided were loud, and you watched, wide-eyed as the two men fought ferociously.

“Good, isn’t he?”

You just nodded dumbly, unable to take your eyes off of the sight in front of you. Cara chuckled, leaning forward and bracing her arms on her legs as she watched alongside you.

“You ever learn how to fight?”

You scoffed. “No. I’m a female shopkeeper from the lower villages. The most I was ever taught was how to run away and scream for help.” Unfortunately, unless you joined the fighting corps, most of those in the lower villages weren’t concerned with teaching women how to defend themselves. Your mother had always balked at the idea that you should learn how to fight, insisting that your husband would be able to take care of you, ignoring the fact that you still weren’t married. 

Cara shrugged. “I bet Din’d teach you if you asked.” 

A choking sound left your mouth, and Cara laughed.

***

“Your center of gravity is here.” 

You stood as still as you could, feeling the warmth of Din’s palm as he pressed against your lower stomach, his bare chest pressed into your back. His breath was hot against your neck, and you swore you could feel the brush of his lips against your skin as he spoke.

His fingers splayed against your bare skin, his other hand gripping your waist. “If you keep your legs spread,” he muttered, using his his bare foot to knock your feet apart, forcing your stance wider. “Your center of gravity will be lower, and it’ll be harder to knock you down.”

You nodded, shifting slightly to settle your weight better onto the balls of your feet. Din’s hand squeezed your hip, before he let go and moved to come and stand in front of you. He mimicked your stance, thumping the center of his chest with one fist. 

“Hit me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He rolled his eyes. “I want you to try and knock me down. So, hit me.”

Frowning, you hesitated for a moment. “How am I supposed to knock you down? You’re so much bigger than I am.”

Din chuckled. “I may be bigger, darling, but that usually means I’m going to be slower. Don’t try and use brute force, play to your strengths. You’re smaller than I am, but that doesn’t have to mean that you’re weaker. My center of gravity is here,” he tapped the middle of his chest, at his sternum. “It’s higher up on men, so it’s easier to knock us off our feet. You’re naturally more grounded. Use that to your advantage.”

You nodded, bringing your hands up like Din had showed you. You threw your fist forward, but Din’s hand came up, blocking your punch easily. 

You frowned, and he only grinned. “Try again.”

This time, you tried to punch with your other hand, to throw him off, but Din still blocked your punch. Even though you weren’t surprised, you were still frustrated.  

“Come on, darling. It’s not that hard, just hit me.”

His voice is sweetly condescending, and it lights a fire in your core. You can do this. You’ve just gotta hit him.

You throw a punch with your non-dominant hand, and as he goes to block it, you snap your other hand up, nailing him square in the center of his chest. He lets out a grunt, and as he bends over slightly from the force of your punch, you lean over and dart forward, ramming your shoulder into his stomach, knocking him further off-balance. 

He falls back onto the mat, and you follow him down, landing on top of him, your legs on either side of his hips as your hands grip his shoulders, pushing him into the mat. You’re leaning over him, panting, a smug grin on your lips. 

Din is smirking up at you, and you get the odd sensation that even though he’s the one on the ground, pinned under your weight, he’s still in control. 

“There you go, was that so hard?”

You scoffed, sitting back, settling onto his lower stomach as you glared down at him. “God, what would it take for you to shut up?”

Din’s still smirking, but he mock-pouts at your words. “Aw, darling, you don’t like how I’m using my mouth?”

You groan, tilting your head back to stare up at the ceiling, annoyed. “Not particularly, no.” You miss the dark look that suddenly appears in Din’s eyes, but you don’t miss the way he abruptly grasps the back of your knees and jerks, bringing you up so that your core is centered over his face. You almost lose your balance with the movements, falling forward and bracing your hands on the mat as Din brings your legs up to straddle his face. 

“Din?!” You gasp, your face growing hot as you feel his breath against your core through the thin fabric of your training pants. He just ignores you, ripping both your pants and your underwear in one quick move, his arms wrapping around your thighs and bringing you down so that you’re riding his face. 

The first touch of his tongue against your folds causes you to whimper, the sensation unfamiliar but so good. He’s gentle at first, carefully stroking you with his tongue, but it doesn’t take long for him to grow impatient, his arms tightening on your hips as he pulls you down. 

His tongue flicks against your clit, and you shudder, your head falling forward, eyes clenched shut. He seals his lips around your clit and sucks, and a high-pitched whine escapes your lips, your thighs trembling as he devours you like you’re the sweetest thing in the galaxy. 

Din is relentless, insatiable, fucking you on his tongue, and every time breathy gasps and moans leave your mouth, he goes harder, faster, his fingers gripping your skin so tight you’ll wear the bruises for days.

“Fuck, Din–” You gasp, one of your hands gripping his hair as he grinds you down onto his face. “Please, don’t stop–!”

He moans into you as you tug on his hair, and the vibrations are just fuel for the fire that’s burning in your veins. He encourages you to circle your hips, helping you ride his face as he eats you out like you’re the last food he’s ever going to get to eat. You’re not sure how he hasn’t had to stop to breathe, but then he’s suckling on your clit and flicking it with his tongue and you almost scream. 

“I–I’m gonna come, please, Din–!”

He sucks harder and you’re almost there, and–

***

Your eyes snap open, your whole body tense as you gasp, the fire burning in your belly becoming a raging inferno, and you have to clasp your hand over your mouth so you don’t wake the whole village. You can feel your walls clenching around nothing as you come, legs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. 

The fingers of your other hand are clenched tightly in the sheets as your hips desperately grind against nothing but air. Tears are leaking out of your eyes and running down your face as you sob brokenly into your hand. You’ve never felt anything so powerful, so overwhelming. 

As you lay panting on your bed, trembling in the aftershocks of your first orgasm, your heart thumps in your chest as you remember the way Din had looked between your thighs. Groaning, you rolled over, drawing up into a little ball. 

It was just a dream. 

Just a dream.

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Hi~

I'm curious about what you think a Hamefura-GBF crossover would look like ^^

OP YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE AWAKENED IN ME WITH THIS QUESTION AJSHGJAHSGD

As a fan of both I've always created different ideas in my mind of what a GBF-Hamefura collab would be like!! I'm not really creative enough to be able to drop some fan-made collab name ideas or a full premise for the collab's plot, just some random tidbits of fun ideas I thought of.

// warning: very minor spoilers for the novels/fortune lover 2

For how Katarina and the gang gets into the world of Granblue Fantasy, I think it would be really cool if it combines something like the Shadowverse collab where they are just thrown into the world without much explanation (maybe playing it out like another Book of Desires-type thing where Katarina stumbles upon a magic tool that sends them all there) and the Love Live Muse collab where it's kinda just a dream. Not that I want Katarina to dream the entire thing, I just find it really funny how in the Manga Bonus SS, Katarina immediately figures out that she's in a dream and just plays along, which would make her nonchalance about being thrown into another world funny and make sense (for her at least). Maybe in the end it could be revealed to be a dream all along, like the Love Live and most recent Deresute collab.

For the plot itself, I'm not really good at coming up up anything new, all I can think of is making something similar to existing collabs and events qwq. It would really funny if the primal beast behind everything is one who is gluttonous, and Katarina beats them in a competition of iron stomachs (like the Priconne collab and Eating Bonanza Summer event). Or have the event story end with Katarina confronting and talking down a humanoid primal beast and charming him into surrender post-battle, something similar to how she won over Raphael (imagine how funny it would be for Keith to smack his head and sigh, as Katarina continues to charm more people, and a primal beast at that XDD).

Maybe even something like the Code Geass collab where at the same time Katarina and the gang end up in the Sky Realm, the crew is on a quest to find a criminal who is stirring trouble in an island, and that criminal had a striking resemblance to Katarina (or an FL2!Katarina). Like that other Katarina is just an illusion created by a primal beast in order to hide his identity, not really basing the image on anyone specific but just creating someone based on the perfect image of a scheming villainess lmao (and being surprised after finding out that the very girl does exist). Cue confusion from the crew and the harem, while Katarina feels both pride and fear over being called the spitting image of a villainess hgfjhsdgf.

You can even make the plot something like the GBF SideM collab + Hamefura Pirates, where the situation they are in is actually from a Fortune Lover x GBF collab (that Katarina dreams Acchan playing/was mentioned to her once in passing) that somehow (???) has ties to Katarina's fate in FL2.

And please, I would love a quick scene of everyone dining with the crew, and everyone comments on Katarina and Lyria's black hole of a stomach XDD

It would kinda be cool if Katarina had a moment where she uses Phalanx, since VOD showed us that there are shield-type spells in hamefura (canonicity is debatable though) but I guess since Nico already did that in the Love Live collab that'd be copying/too similar haha).

For the event rewards, Katarina would join your party after Chapter2 of course :DD By then she would have met the crew. The other playable characters depends on who you ask to be honest. I don't want to sound mean or anything to the fans of the girls, but when I first encountered the question, my mind immediately went the NinSwitch otome game and how all the boys are the capturable characters. Since HameFura clearly favors the Katarina + the boys in the marketing, I thought realistically that if there was a collab, the playable characters would be them. That would be 5 playable characters though, which might be a lot so I guess a good alternative is a Playable Katarina, Geordo, Keith and maybe Maria too. Combining the three girls into a single unit wouldn't be likely, I think it's more realistic to assume they would be the event summon instead (or at least have a cameo in Katarina's victory animation)

(LOOK I EVEN MADE SOME QUICK EDITS/MOCKUPS, DO YOU SEE HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS QUESTION HGJHSDGF)

Katarina would be a Dark SSR (sorry if that's considered as a spoilers to anyone qwq) whose attacks also inflict a partial earth damage. She would be an attack-type character with a sabre and axe specialty (axe because hoe haha). I just can't imagine her being an Earth Character unless Keith isn't playable, because then I guess she could just inflict partial dark damage via casted debuffs in order to reference FL2. She's probably mostly has attack skills that either gives buffs or increases her charge bar. Katarina would get a 5 star uncap in the next event rerun :P

Geordo would be a Fire SSR with a sabre specialty. He's be an attack-type character who specializes in Attack/Support. Spoilers to the light novels kinda, but I imagine Geordo to have a special third skill that gives him lots of buffs but either debuffs him & kills him eventually (like Dark Jeanne) or sacrifices his HP (like Fire Yuisis) as a reference to Volume 8, where he's a bit unhinged when he's angry and will use his fire magic lethally to anyone who harms his friends.

Keith would be an Earth SSR with a sabre and staff specialty. He would be Special character, acting as a Support/Debuffer. I imagine that he could have his own personal buff called "Earth Dolls" that get consumed each turn, and having a lot would increase the damage of his charge attack. I know the picture says katana instead of staff, I'm just too lazy to edit it again :'))

Alan would be a Water SSR with a sabre and gun specialty (why gun? he uses a gun in the hamefura fantasy au so :DD). He'd be a balanced-type character who is an Attacker/Defender. I imagine he'd be like SSR Romeo, who is good for defense but is preferably used to deal some damage (or at least that's how I use him lmao).

Nicol would be a Wind SSR with a sabre and bow specialty (bow because wind element :DD). He would be a defense-type character who specializes in Defense/Support. Either lands some good debuffs (Def Down, Debuff Success Boosted, Blind, Gravity and CHARM OF COURSE) or has Substitute Ally. Most likely the prior. I know that sounds like he should be a special-type character instead so I'm suggesting he should have a skill with Shield and Immune in a single package.

I imagine the girls to be an event summon together (in my hypothetical scenario where the boys are the playable characters) where they give random buffs (like 3-6 buffs depending on the lvl and uncap). I imagine that they would have a special Call Effect with Katarina, giving her more buffs or a special buff meant just for her :DD

In the event that Maria is a playable character, she would be a Light SSR who has a staff specialty. She would be a Heal-type character who specializes in Support. Her skills could have stuff like a heal that activates for a few turns, light def-down and a def-up to name a few.

The event SSR weapon would be a "Doom Flag" of course! It blends perfectly with the dozen other flag-looking spear weapons in the game XDD

My ideas for the SR weapon would either the "Doom Avoidance Strategy Book" which would be a Dark Melee weapon, or a smaller "Bad End Doom Flag" which would be a Fire Dagger (haha get it, because Geordo Bad End :)).

Hahaha that's all I can really think of when it comes to a collab. If you want me to talk about a Hamefura RPG AU, but with GBF classes/races then I can make a whole other post for that sjkfhdsk i've always wanted to draw/imagine the hamefura characters wearing job classes & magic from GBF!

Imagine Mary wearing the Dancer/Masquerade class outfit, Maria in the Doctor class, Alan in the Elysian class, Nicol in the Cavalier/Robin Hood class, Geordo in the Glorybringer class, Keith in the Relic Buster class (as a reference for him being a black knight in the manga bonus ss), Sophia in the Warlock/Asparas class, and Katarina in the Chrysaor/Lumberjack class!!

If anyone would like to add with more collab ideas, I would love to hear it!!!!

Anyways, thank you for the ask :DD

#mh ask #hamefura #my next life as a villainess #bakarina #destruction flag otome #hamehura #I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS AHSGDJSAHD #please read this I MADE FAKE GBF SCREENSHOTS AND EVERYTHING Gjashgd #katarina claes #geordo stuart #keith claes #alan stuart #nicol ascart #maria campbell #mary hunt #sophia ascart

[nootgi]

Control - MLQC Victor

Victor. In all of Loveland city this man was known as a successful and stoic CEO. His face always had a look of indifference and never showed what was ticking away in his mind. His sharp eyes gleamed dominance and control, just a glare could leave someone shaking in their boots. When the tabloids tried to press and probe into his life, they found nothing but empty rumours and dead ends. He's kept tight reigns on his personal life. No-one could imagine what he does in his personal life. No-one knows what the stone faced CEO does in his free time. No-one except me.

A:N:// this is me posting from my ao3 account onto tumblr! if you wanna read it there my username is the same as my tumblr! Anyways this was from a while back during my pegging spree- 

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: Bottom Victor, Nipple clamps, Bondage and a whole lotta teasing

When I had first met Victor, he walked into the building with people flying around him to bow and appear busy. He oozed confidence from the way his shoulders were pulled back and how his long strides made it seem like he was gliding with each step. His hair shined in the sun, making my fingers itch to run through it. When he stood in front of me, he was looking down at me, literally and figuratively. I was practically eye level with his chest and thought to myself 'Does he really need that tight of a shirt!?' The shirt practically stuck to his chest, showing the perfect slope of his pecs and his small waist. His shadow had literally swallowed me up as he towered over me and there was that infuriatingly cocky smirk on his face when he challenged me. What I would do to wipe that off his face.

Monday, 1:55pm.

Lunch was just coming to an end as tired workers made their way back to the office. The building once again bustled with life as Goldman rushed out of the elevator. He was off schedule a little, he and Victor needed to leave ASAP to even reach the meeting on time. He silently prayed for himself as he reached for the handle of Victor's office door. Suddenly the sound of footsteps, telephones ringing and everyone paused. Silence.

From the silence sounded out a whimper. "Are you ready for your challenge Victor?"

In the center of the open office space was Victor, kneeling. His arms offered him no support as they were tied behind his back with the purple tie he was previously wearing. Moments before the pause he was sitting at his desk till a certain dummy had walked in with her swaying hips and sultry eyes. His neat shirt was undone and his chest was littered with countless lipstick stains and bite marks. Each left with a painstakingly slow pace, fueling the fire burning inside of Victor even more. Her kisses had trailed down his torso, avoiding his nipples, only leaving feather-like touches on them. Every touch from her felt scorching, like her hands were trying to burn themselves into Victor's mind. Feel her even when she's not there. The pants she took off next with swift hands, leaving Victor bare in his office. The cold air from the AC was a sharp contrast to the throbbing heat between Victor's legs, unconsciously he bucked his hips drawing a laugh out of her. Her hands instantly went exploring the newfound expanse, from his feet to his thighs. She massaged her way up, slowly removing the tenseness from the muscles. She always knew the right places to calm his body down. Behind her hands followed her lips, each press made his body melt and just as he was fully relaxed a sharp bite was left of his inner thigh. Startled, he let a moan slip from his lips and fill the silent office. As it echoed around the room, a beautiful red blush bloomed on Victor's chest and cheeks. She always said red looked amazing on him.

Victor glanced at the clock that read 1:45pm and sighed realising that the foreplay has dragged on a little too long. "You've had your fun teasing me but now it's time to--" Victor began to speak, "Who said the fun was over Victor~?" Her voice was low in his ears, the evil in her laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. "I don't think so." Victor picking up on she meant, instantly rejected. "Why? You don't think you could be a good boy and show me how strong you are?" As she was speaking, her fingers came up to run through his hair. Victor leans into her touch, enjoying her soft touch. The thought of praise caused the breath to catch in his throat. "Prove it to me Victor, show me how amazing you really are." Her voice caused Victor's body to shiver in anticipation as he nodded eagerly. "I accept, though I doubt a dummy like you could do much to make me lose control." Her eyes shone with determination the moment Victor let that comment out.

"You forget who's in control now."

1:54pm, Victor was tied up with red rope in the middle of his office. His thighs were tied to his calves and kept from touching with a metal bar behind his knees. His cock was left exposed to the world and to make matters (fun) worse, he was facing the door in this position. 'Did she lock it?' as if reading his thoughts she smirked and shook her head. 'I don't need it to be locked. I'll win.' On his tip there was a small vibrator taped against it, the setting currently on a low vibration. There was another vibrator sat below his shaft and slightly touching his balls, leaving much to be desired. Just below that sat the jewel head of a plug, that was slowly inserted into Victor. He was a sight to behold. His back was straight and shoulders pushed back. He held his head high, purple orbs glazed over with intense lust and concentration. It would appear nothing was bothering him if not for that tremble on his lips.

Victor picked up on the hurried footsteps of Goldman and the second the minute hand moved, time had paused. His heartbeat started to race, now feeling the stakes of their challenge. If he loses control, he will be shamed and humiliated.

"Let's begin." She was now seated at his desk, her newly done nails tapping against the wood. The challenge is to hold time till she is finished with the work she has to do. If he does it successfully there is promise of having her ruin him. The very thought of having her thrust into him steals his nerves and motivates him.

The first ten minutes is uneventful, the constant vibrations are slowly making his tip leak and the liquid is somehow making the vibrations more intense. His muscles are starting to cramp a little causing his body to shift, as he moved his weight onto one knee, the ropes contracted. The rough dig into his skin made him groan and he just knew marks will be left. He tried to peek a look towards the woman and a whine almost slipped past his lips when he had noticed she never even looked his way once. As if feeling his stare her hand rises, holding a remote. The increase in intensity on his cock gave some clue as to what the remote was for. Her eyes lit up in amusement when a choked moan fell from his lips.

"Keep your eyes forward." The ice in her voice left no room for disobedience. His eyes move back to the door handle instantly. His body started to shake, feeling the toll of freezing time and the stimulation. He stares at the door handle, trying to ground himself and zones out.

His concentration is broken when he hears the clicking of heels approach him. His smug smile started to appear thinking that his victory was secured.

"That's all? I thought you were going--" His words were cut off when the sound of chains came from her hands. She crouched down and there was a sneer on her lips.

"You think that low of me, Sir?" Her lip curved up into a cruel smile and the source of the noise was revealed. Nipple clamps. There was a sharp intake of breath as the metal was snapped onto his flesh. Holding the clamps together was a chain which she used as support to lift herself to stand. The tug made a cry leave Victor, to the girl it wasn't hoarse enough too much clarity. She stood over Victor, drawing his face by the chin to look up to her. Her manicured nails felt so good against his scalp when they ran through his raven locks. Her other hand caressed his clenched jaw, soothing the intense look on Victor's face.

"Hmm, you're doing so well baby." That simple praise made Victor arch his back. The amusement that burnt in her eyes were clouded by lust. Victor again was left in the middle of his room, the clamps starting to make his nipples sore.

Another half hour passes when she comes back. She lightly taps on the clamps, making Victor cry out. There's a small laugh as her hands make her way down his chest. They skip over his neglected cock and straight towards the plug. With one push, Victor was sprawled on his back and legs spread in the air. She ran her nails along the back of his thighs, light red streaks following behind. Her fingers wrap around the base of the plug and Victor holds his breath. She pulls it out till the tip is left and pushes it back in instantly. She relentlessly thrusts the plug into Victor's ass. There's a snide smile as Victor writhes underneath her, his legs trying close but the metal bar prevents him. His back arches perfectly off the office rug, his small waist begging for hands to wrap around it. As the thrusts begin to pick up speed, Victor feels his mind slipping away from him. His moans are starting to become unrestrained and drawn out. When he feels his orgasm approaching, everything stops. His eyes snap open, he hadn't realised they had shut, and he looks towards the woman confused. She says nothing as she lifts Victor back onto his knees by his shoulder.

He's back to facing the door but the girl doesn't leave him. She moves behind him, her hands lingering around him. Leaving every nerve on edge.

"Is this what you call working?" His voice was shaky to start with but regained its bite towards the end.

"The report is being uploaded. Till it is done, I'm not finished." Victor felt her hands wrap around his torso. One trails up to tug on the chain and the other wraps around his cock. He falls back into her touch, head resting back on her shoulder. Victor looks up at her, mouth gaping open as the sensations take over his body once again. Her cool hand on his cock made him jerk hips and the vibrators shifted down. The vibrations were now concentrated on his balls, causing more ecstasy to run through his veins. Her hands leave his shaft and move lower, back to the plug. She moves her lips to his ears, kissing the shell before whispering.

"Will you be good?" The whimper from Victor was all she needed to continue her actions.

In the middle of his office, Victor was on the floor in the arms of the one he loved the most. Falling apart in the most delicious way. The stinging pain of his nipples, the torturous vibrations on his balls and the fast thrust of the plug made his mind break. The more he lost his control, the louder the moans grew. His thighs quivered, toes curling as he felt the familiar peak approaching. One last tug of the clamps bought Victor's ruin down on him. The burning in the pit of his stomach finally exploded out, coating his chest. He's left panting against her chest and as he comes down from his high is only then when he realises. Goldman was rattling the door handle and knocking confused. Then to his left sounded the ding of a completed file. She knew he’d lose.

Victor looks back towards her, eyes glazed over from his orgasm. In her eyes he looked like a lost puppy.

"You lost." Her lips were pulled into a victorious grin and honestly seeing that glee on her face was worth the loss. Victor, too enraptured in her, didn't notice Goldman leaving. She begins to kiss down his jaw, sweet praises leaving her lips to relax Victor's body. He whines against her lips to remove the vibrators and she laughs softly whilst removing them. Victor tended to get silent after an intense orgasm, his voice often hoarse from the constant crying out. There were tender kisses placed onto his nipples as the clamps were removed. Once everything was removed and cleaned, he moved to the couch, laying on top of the girl. She held his head against her chest, fingers running through his hair. Reassuring him that he did well even though he lost.

"The report better be good." He says begrudgingly after a beat of silence.

Only she knew how to take apart the composed character Victor had built. Only she knew how he spent his time. Only she knew how to make him lose control.

#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc smut #bottom victor #mr love victor #mlqc victor x reader #victor x reader #li zeyan #nootieml

[sweetestlamb]

Chapter 8- epilogue

Cut Scene 

Author's note: In case anyone doesn't know in my mind I am a kdrama writer and with this story especially I find myself thinking about the scenes as if they are playing out on a screen, it's just my jam. I think of characters interactions and hope that affects the pacing and drive of the story and I try to imagine how the scenes would love, it makes it that much more fun to me! So without further ado, I give you the epilogue.

"So why are you sitting out here?" She asks him, feeling warm from their prolonged embrace. She'd only offered it because she saw it on a drama, "Sometimes words aren't enough and a hug, a really good hug will do," the main character had softly declared before wrapping the crying girl up in his huge arms, their height difference was stark, the girls head barely reaching his shoulder.

She hadn't known what to say in the face of Seojun's tangible sadness, she'd never witnessed it before thinking that he was someone incapable of such an tiring emotion. Guilt riddles as she recalls her illogical thoughts about his disappearance, she hadn't given him the benefit of the doubt; thinking the worst from the beginning.

It seemed she still had a long way to go, with trust.

She didn't know how long exactly they were supposed to hug, but once the arm rest started to dig into her side uncomfortably she had attempted to shift away, thinking he too would be feeling discomfort. But she could feel the cords of his arms flexing, immobilizing her. He was stronger than he appeared.

"Not yet." He'd said, voice barely a whisper as if he was scared to be heard but couldn't contain the words.

She froze. He sounded so needy. It made her heart squeeze. 

This was meant to be his comfort after all, he should decide when it ended. It only seemed right.

Her arms went numb, the pinprick tingles shooting up and down the limbs like sparks of tiny lightning, even sitting he was taller than her and she had to reach up to return his hug. She stayed silent letting him hold her and hiding a smile when he released the softest puff of air and burrowed into her shoulder, he was so large but he felt infinitely tiny in her arms.

After what felt like an eternity he started to draw away, his jaw was clenched tight she watched a vein twitch as he slowly leaned away from her, until only their fingers touched and then the hold was broken completely like a bubble being popped.

Then they sat in silence, she became lost in the sound of his breathing, evenly paced and soothing to her ears unconsciously she matched it- both of them in perfect rhythm. In, out. In, out.

"The doctor was doing blood work and........I don't like the sight of blood." He finally responds and she almost forgets the question she even asked hypnotized by the cadence of his voice, he's only speaking loud enough for her to hear. The moment feels intimate.

He's surprisingly more human than she'd expected. Glancing over she watches him wait for her reaction, the great Han Seojun scared of blood? What would the others think?

Such a joke, they're all just kids. They're all scared of something, some fears are just bigger than others.

She merely nods at his admission. Storing away another piece of Han Seojun so she can make sense of this puzzle.

"Are you coming back to school?" She finally asks the question she's been aching too, too chicken shit honestly to voice it but the hug has emboldened her too. When she looks over he's staring at her with an unreadable expression, his eyes searching her face before he sighs tilting his head back.

"Should I? Is it boring without me?" He jokes slipping back on the skin she's used to seeing the teasing easily flirtatious Han Seojun, it makes her pause to see his mask slipping back on so soon. 

He had a long way to go too.

"Come back to school." She hears the gasp that falls from his lungs, she'd caught him off guard. She stifles a smirk, it doesn't take much to egg him on and she finds herself wanting to push all his buttons.

"What?"

"Come. Back. To. School." She punctuates each word with a tap on the arm rest between then, on the final word twisting to face him. Eyes locked in an intense gaze.

"I need another sweater too. You cried all over this one."

He looks at her in shock before the lightest baritone chuckle escapes from his lips and it is music to her ears, twinkling and ringing she can't help her small smile in response. She shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all, her laughing with Han Seojun in a hospital and neither one of them were the reason the other was there. Who could have guessed?

"I'll see what I can do princess."

She sits with him into the wee hours of the night, watching videos on their phones together smiling at cat videos and shaking her head when he mimics tik tok dance videos, he's a good dancer but she pretends she's embarrassed when he stands to dance to a BTS song, covering her eyes and groaning.

Then Suho starts to call and send messages, asking where she is and if she's okay. She'd completely forgotten about him, bolting inside their shared apartment to grab Seojun's sweatshirt ignoring Suho's bewildered face and racing back out to trail Chorong. She hadn't been able to think logically then.

"You should go back. I'll call you a cab." Seojun states firmly already taking out his phone leaving little room for argument.

"Aren't you coming home? You can't sleep here." She argues anyway, she can always make room to argue.

"I'll go soon, I want to sit with my mom a little more. Don't worry about me."

She grabs his arm firmly, making him look at her.

"I'm going to worry about you, who are you to tell me not to? Let me do what I want." She misses the pleased smile on his face, standing to stretch her legs.

The cab comes and he walks her to the entrance of the hospital, it's not lost on her that he's the only guest that's still here so late. He'd probably seduced the nurses or something she thinks annoyed.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks him but her question comes out too confident, sounding more like a command.

He doesn't miss her tone. "Is that a royal command?" He quips raising an eyebrow in jest.

"If you come I'll grant you a wish."

His eyes are huge, beseeching as they process her words and then his lips match and she turns away from the bewitching sight, running to the cab without a backwards glance instead watching him grin like an idiot in the mirror of the cab.

What am I getting myself into?

Perhaps it's too late to be asking that.

Checking herself once more in the mirror she smiles at her reflection, she plans on stopping by the hospital after school and she wants to look her best for Seojun...'s mother. She hasn't seen her in a while and she wants to look presentable. Sweeping her hair to the other side, she takes a deep breath before grabbing her phone and bag. One more stop in the kitchen and she's out the door, Suho had offered to wait for her but she already knew he was planning to pick Ju-Kyeong up, they deserved some alone time to do whatever it was the couples did.

She was used to walking to school alone.

Checking the door she walks to the elevator before deciding to take the stairs, hopping down each step energetically before pushing the emergency door open and squinting under the blinding sunlight, bringing a hand up to cover her eyes she steps onto the sidewalk.

"If you leave this late you're definitely going to be late." A deep voice grumbles from behind her and suddenly there's an arm flung over her shoulder, a familiar cologne fills her nose.

"What are you doing here?" She inquires shifting under the heft of his arm but not dislodging it. It's not particularly bothering her, at the moment.

"You made an offer I couldn't refuse." He winks at her, starting to walk and in doing so dragging her along, she has to walk double speed to match his long gait.

She scoffs to repress the butterflies fluttering wildly in her belly, "Can you slow down some of us don't have giraffe legs."

"Yah! My legs are proportional to the rest of my beautiful body, don't listen to her you're both perfect long legends." She watches the idiot comfort his legs, bending to stroke them as if they are whimpering children.

"Has anyone told you today that you're an idiot?" She pulls her bag to her front, unzipping and pulling out a container. "Here. I was going to give this to you later, but it's easier now. It's just dumpling that's all your mom taught me so far."

She thrust a container at him, wrapped in a light blue cloth tied with a bow. She's never made food for anyone else before but he'd seemed to enjoy them that one time so maybe it would be alright.

"You made me food?" His voice is just like at the hospital again but this time with a dash of disbelief.

"It's just dumplings, you need to eat too." She quickly replies, dashing up the the bus stop once it's in sight. The air between them is a bit hard to handle right now. Sitting down on the metal seat she plops her bag in her lap pointed looking down the street.

He sits right next to her, their shoulders brushing.

"Thank you. Nobody but my mom's ever made me food before." He confesses. 

"What about your fangirls?" She challenges feeling hot needing to deflect.

"They don't count." He answers airily. She can only hum too scared to ask why they don't count. She can't handle the truth.

"Here I have a gift too." He states before dropping something soft on her head, glaring at him for messing up her hair she tugs off the object. Another sweater, dark blue this time with a single red heart on left side covering the chest. "I promise I won't cry on this one." He teases as she stares at the sweater and tries not to put a deeper meaning to him giving her this particular sweater. The heart is distractingly red.

It's a hot day, warmer than expected in mid April with a light breeze and the sun is beaming down on them.

She stands wordlessly, handing him her bag before slipping her arms into the sweater one at a time, leaving the zipper open, the bottom of the sweater grazes her thigh and it smells just like him. it 

"How do I look?" She shifts feeling suddenly self-respect conscious under his unwavering and penetrating stare he hasn't blinked since she put the sweater on.

He stares up at her from his seat, squinting like she's the sun and he can't look away. A sunny smile breaks across his handsome face. 

"Beautiful."

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #kang sujin #han seojun #junjin #epilogue #cut scene #i swear I think I'm a kdrama writer

[vinylhazza]

“that was embarrassing” and “it’s not funny”

I'm not sure if this was on the smut prompt list but this was so cute so I'm posting anyway. hope you like it! 

it was the last and final time you would ever go rollerskating with Grayson for as long as you lived.

not only had you made an ass out of yourself in front of all of his friends with jokes you were certain they would understand but most certainly didn’t, but you had just fallen so hard onto the slick wooden rink that you currently sat on a hard, cold bench watching the others twirling and spinning around to the music with a makeshift ice-pack pressed against your forehead (if you can call the cold cup that holds your Pepsi an ice-pack). something was better than nothing.

it was the hardest fall you’ve had since you could remember, the stars swirling behind your eyelids with every blink making it more than clear to you that you might even have a concussion. all you wanted was sleep. sleep and silence.

Grayson hadn’t been able to swing himself around fast enough to break your fall let alone stop the laughter ringing in your ears as soon as your knees bowed, the sound of you body hitting the ground fresh in your mind still. a harsh pang to your forehead was the one thing that still made you cringe from your place off the rink. it was mortifying to watch a girl no older than seven laughing at you as she wizzed by with ease, some ridiculous 2000′s pop song blaring over the speakers.

“it wasn’t that bad” Grayson had tried consoling you over and over in your ear as you made your way back to the side of the rink- trying your best to ignore the hoots and howls of his friends. he flipped them to bird with a scowl, but it didn't seem to make much difference as Collin raced by with a sly “nice one Peterson!”

“that was embarrassing,” you’d grumbled. you tried to ignore the sympathetic look he’d given you, only confirming that it was in fact” embarrassing.

warning off the tears moistening your eyes without your consent was harder than you’d thought. but falling in front of children and friends, and then crying about it was just not something you wanted to be a part of.

that had been thirty minutes ago. thirty minutes of miserable spinning and nausea. of course it was probably your own fault for pushing yourself out of you small box and trying something different for once. an ode to your clumsiness. you hated physical activity- no matter what aid the wheels could have given you and even if you had been holding Graysons hand for most of the night.

that part hadn’t been as challenging: clinging onto your boyfriends arm and laughing at your legs sliding across the floor similar to that of a baby deer with skates. there really wasn’t any difference, but he made your blush form from one of embarrassment, to flattery with every minute that passed.

all was well until he left you to fend for yourself, something that you were still trying to keep to yourself. yes you were hurt, but no you didn't need to take it out on him out of anger.

Grayson sat beside you still, an arm wrapped across your chest while you both leaned back against the white cinderblock wall behind you both. glancing up at the wooden shoe cubby made your stomach roll, prompting a bemused chuckle from the now yawning man holding you loosely against him.

“it’s not funny,” you grumble, shooting him a glare that wasted far too much energy, shuffling down to get closer to his warmth that always provided the most comfort when you weren’t feeling so good.

he merely looked down quickly with a shake of his head, lips pressed together to hide the grin, “of course it’s not. I was just laughing at Max still trying to seduce Trina. he just doesn't learn.”

nice save.

you looked out onto the rink lit up with flashing lights of every color, wondering what time it had to be and if the smaller than average establishment would be closing soon. you spot a wobbly looking Max across the way, trying (and slightly failing) to skate backwards next to Trina who now wore an annoyed scowl. if you were in better shape and a much better mood, you would say to hell with sitting on the bench hurt and save your mutual friend from the annoyance of the boy that just couldn’t take the hint. you would have thought after two years of failed attempts he would give it up and move on.

with a side eye at Grayson you know he must be thinking the same, but chose not to say anything further. that was a talk for another time. you make a mental note to have Grayson talk to max soon about his constant pestering to the poor girl that wanted nothing more than to “live her free life freely” as she had said so many times. you’re sure it’s just her nice way of saying no, but knew she was truly a free spirit and being tied down by someone as high maintenance as max wouldn't be the best idea.

but tonight, all your mind could think to long for was home. your big fuzzy blanket, Graysons flannel pj pants you’d claimed as your own, the oversized Harvard sweater your sister got for you as a gag gift for Christmas two years ago after getting your denial letter in the mail, Graysons hands rubbing the stress knots out of your shoulders, and a hot bath. you presumed you deserved a resting night after throwing yourself so far out of the box and then getting hurt from it.

the best thing about Grayson? he read you like a book.

“you ready to head out? I'll tell the boys I'll text them later, or do you want to try again?”

“I think trying again might not be the best idea,” you croak, removing the cup and revealing the goose egg bump on your forehead. you want to smack him when he cringes, but instead give him a small smile.

“yeah, killer, I think you’ve had enough,” he grins, leaning forward to press his lips on yours once, twice, then three times before he finally gets up to say his farewells to his friends, stretching as he does so.

you watch silently while he made his way around to everyone he could find, stopping next to Max to whisper something in his ear. when he pulled back, max looked ashamed, something that shouldn’t have given you as much pleasure as it did. serves him right for not listening.

-

“I'm proud of you for trying something new,” he mumbles once the both of you climb into his car, your water-down Pepsi long gone, the heat blasting to warm up your chilled fingertips.

you want to ignore him, not being one for praise or pity, but also thankful that he noticed your attempt at trying to have fun in more ways than just burying your head in a book. you know it made him happy to see you trying for him, and for that you would give him a real smile. one of content instead of anguish.

“I'm proud of you for finally having some fun,” you rebuttal, giving him the best ‘I'm okay’ smile that you could through the throbbing in your temples.  

his widened eyes and mock horror expression had you laughing harder than your headache agreed to, and you choke on that same laughter only a moment later.

“what exactly are you implying daisy?” he grumbled, turning the wheel to the right and backing out of the parking spot he squeezed himself into.

daisy. the best nickname anyone had ever given you.

“that you needed a break.”

“breaks are for the weak.”

“I think you mean smart gray,” you grab his hand without thinking, raising it to your lips with a soft glance over at the streetlight bouncing across the hazel of his irises, “you needed some friend time. Even if i ruined it with my stupid legs that don’t work and equally stupid jokes.”

“and you know what I think?”

“something dumb probably-” you fire before thinking, a joke of course. the pout he wore after was too hard to resist, your thumb finds his bottom lip without thinking to smooth them back with a fond smile.

“funny,” he smirked, “but I was going to say that you’re brave. You were very brave in letting people see you as you are and as you’ll always be, even if some of them didn’t get your jokes or loved you as much as i do.”

He said it softly, in a way that softened you to your core and sent a chill straight down your spine despite the hot air blasting from the vents. You fought the urge to curl in on yourself at the compliment, still not used to hearing such kind words even after all the time that you’ve been dating grayson who does nothing but compliment you and give you words of endearment. It was different, and sometimes scary.

“Hm i think you need some sleep,” is all you can bring yourself to say without sounding like a sappy hallmark card. You wanted to say more, something better than a witty remark - but could only allow yourself a small dose of something you’re not entirely sure how to handle. But you did know that you loved the way he looked over at you, noticing the high pitch of your voice and the way your hand seemed to squeeze his tighter. With a sigh of defeat he averts his eyes back to the orange tinted asphalt ahead, shaking his head with that same sheepish smile.  

“I’ve never been more awake.”

The silence that followed was serene. Something you both understood to be easy. You’ve never had easy.

For a moment you weren't the embarrassing girlfriend of a man much too kind for you.

For a moment you believed that something good might happen to people like you.

For a moment all the world was a warm car in winter, black ice car freshener, a frank sinatra song turned all the way down on three, and a thumb rubbing a pattern across your knuckles.

For a moment the world was good and it didn’t matter that the headache was full force, the streetlights too bright to your sensitive eyes, the car seeming to move in slow motion while the city whirred past your window.

For a moment all there was was eyes full of something other than amusement, something deeper, richer than you’d ever seen before.

For a moment you allowed your heart to thump out of rhythm in your chest, your head to fall against the headrest, your eyes to shut, and the rubbing of his thumb to lull you to sleep.

#asks #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts

[writing-freak]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 2: The Red String of Fate

(GIF credit to its owner!! :) )

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Word Count: 1,853

A/N: It’s officially day 2 of my BNHA Soulmate AU Week!! Today's fic, featuring this cutie pie, is a red string of fate au, where Tamaki, Reader’s shy soulmate, keeps running away, making the string longer each time. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you guys like this one too! Remember, I’m taking soulmate au headcannon and imagine requests for BNHA characters in addition to the 5 other pics I have planned for this week! So stay tuned, tomorrow we have one where you can’t see the soulmate’s eye color until you see them, with my very favorite boy, Iida! If you want to be added to this week’s taglist, or have a request, let me know! Thanks for reading!! :))

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You learned to hate the red string hanging off your right pinky finger from a very young age.

For while the string always went through walls, passing through everything solid and everyone in its path, it never seemed to want to leave you alone, and you found yourself tangled in it through every part of your day.

You woke up tangled in the string, with it wrapped around your shoulders and your waist as you tossed and turned during the night. When you brushed your hair, it got caught on your ear, when you ate, you had to be careful not to eat it too. You tripped on it out in the streets, your foot caught on it in the hallways at school.

You hated the string so much that one day you decided to cut it. But of course, like with everyone else, the scissors slipped right through the red string, unable to make contact.

When you first really noticed the red string, enough for you to understand what it meant, it freaked you out that no one could see it. It almost had you convinced it didn’t exist, that it was a part of your imagination, an adventure just for you.

When your mother sat you down and explained that everyone had one, that it led you to your soulmate, you realized that you had kind of been right, in a way. It was your own little adventure, one that you would go on one day.

And it wasn’t as if you didn’t try to go on that adventure. The red string led you out of your home, into crowded streets, in front of passing cars. You had been saved one too many times by a lucky hero for your parents to let you out of their sight until you were nearly in high school.

And by then it didn’t matter anyway, since you hated the string, and would never use it for your own adventure. The person on the other end of it intrigued you, but the string itself, it was your enemy, keeping you from them. You didn’t need its help. You would find your soulmate on your own.

So despite your intense hatred of the red string on your pinky, and its inability to leave you alone, you didn’t think about soulmates all too often. That is, of course, until you met yours.

You were dozing in class when you first noticed the string moving. The only reason you noticed in your tired state was because the string had previously been stuck beneath your foot (of course), and when it shifted, it lifted your foot from the ground.

Then, to your amazement, the string rose off the ground, higher and higher, until there was a clear straight line between you, and a boy you didn’t recognize, with dark hair that covered his eyes, who had just walked in your class.

Your mouth dropped wide open, but it seemed as if your soulmate hadn’t noticed the string yet. Instead, to your confusion, he was hiding his face in the nearest wall.

“L/N,” Aizawa said lazily, “Is there anything you were hoping to say to the big three?”

But you couldn’t answer, and instead, you stood up, and reached your other hand over to tug on the string.

The boy’s whole hand yanked up, and he finally turned away from the wall, your eyes meeting for the first time across the classroom. But his eyes went wide in fear, and before you could say anything, he was off, running out of the classroom faster than you could even think to ask his name. The red string tied to your finger sunk back to the ground as he slammed the door behind him, and everyone’s eyes went to you.

Your face heated in embarrassment, and still nearly shaking from shock, you sunk back in your seat. The two other students at the front of the class that had entered with your soulmate looked as surprised as you felt.

“Tamaki,” the blond one said, sighing deeply. He eyed you curiously, and you tried your best to hide your face in your hands.

Tamaki, you thought. Who was this Tamaki, and why did he run away?

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After class, and hearing from the “big three”, minus the one that happened to be the supposed love of your life, you raced after the other two in the hallway, Nejire Hado, and Mirio Togata.

“Mirio!” you called. “Nejire!”

Despite the fact that the blond haired boy seemed much more outgoing and forward than the others in the short introduction you had had earlier, it was Nejire who turned around, with a smile on her face, and approached you.

“Y/N, right?” she asked as you caught up to her, leading you down the hall and off to the side, away from the crowds. You nodded, tugging at the string on your finger subconsciously.

“And that was Tamaki?” you asked, testing the boy’s name out on your tongue. It felt strangely familiar, as if you had been meant to say it your whole life. You guessed that was probably an accurate description; you were fated together with the boy, after all.

Nejire sighed. “As happy as I am that Tamaki found his soulmate so soon, and it seems to be a lovely person,” she smiled at you, “I’m afraid my friend is often very fearful. I’d imagine he’s quite freaked out at the moment.”

“I didn’t mean to scare him,” you protested, worry crossing over your face. “I’d just like to talk to him - would you be able to introduce us?”

But from the look on Nejire’s face, you could tell she wasn’t going to do that. “I would love for you to meet Amajiki, and for you guys to fall in love and spend the rest of your lives together. But that’s going to have to be on his own time.” It looked as if it were painful for her to tell you this. “Look, I am so sorry. I can’t imagine knowing your soulmate is right there, and not being able to do anything about it. But trust me; I know Amajiki.” She put a comforting hand on your arm. “And I know one day, you’ll know him too, and you’ll understand.”

And with that, she left, leaving you gaping after her.

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You gave your soulmate three days. Three days to process, three days to have some space. And then you went off looking for him.

You spent all of your free time following the string. During lunch, your break during training, the hour you usually spent on homework before dinner. It never took you long; he wasn’t nearly as far away as you had always imagined. But no matter how close you got, how short the string shrunk in your hands, Tamaki always ran away, taking his string with him.

For the next week, the distance between you and your soulmate grew smaller, and then bigger, and then smaller, and then bigger. As you chased him everywhere, depending so strongly on the string you had grown to hate, he reinforced your hatred in it. The further away he was, the longer it got, the more you tripped and got tangled in red.

But this time, your stubbornness won out over the string. For this time, it was not an endless adventure that you would spend the rest of your life following. This time, the end was in sight, and you were not going to give up until you reached it.

You both knew that one day you were bound to catch him, and perhaps that was why it ended up happening sooner than you expected, with Tamaki giving up too easily one day when you had him cornered in an empty hall.

“Tamaki,” you sighed, out of breath. “Can I please just-”

“I-I’m sorry!” the older boy nearly yelled, bowing his head as you looked at him in shock. “I’m sorry I keep running away! I just can’t-”

“Tamaki, it’s okay,” you reassured, speaking softly to comfort the boy. This close to him, it was as if you could sense all of the tension in his body, everything in him wanting nothing more than to run away, far away. And everything in you was telling you to keep that from happening, in whatever way you could. “I understand.” When Tamaki met your eyes at this statement, you could see the initial hesitancy to believe you. But you did understand, on some level that made no sense to either of you, and as his eyes softened, you realized that he could sense this too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, softer this time. You nodded your head.

“I don’t mind taking things slowly,” you said, and he peered up at you beneath his long hair. You laughed a little. “We’re soulmates, we have all the time in the world! I just want to start somewhere. In all honesty,” you admitted, “I’m just sick and tired of tripping over this string everywhere I go. It would be nice to have a little break from that.” You tilted your head to the side, grateful that you still held eye contact with the boy in front of you. “So can I introduce myself? I’m y/n.”

You saw the slightest smile creeping onto Tamaki’s face. “Amajiki,” he answered, and you beamed back.

“Amajiki,” you tested, “can I accompany you to lunch? We can eat with your friends, they seem nice! Honestly, I just don’t think I can handle another cafeteria break where I trip and land with my face in my tray of food.”

Tamaki let out a small laugh, and then proceeded to hide his face in his hands from the growing blush on his cheeks. But your heart fluttered at the sound, one of the most angelic laughs you’d ever heard. And you had caused it. Your smile grew wider.

Despite his embarrassment, Tamaki did agree to accompany you to lunch, provided it be with the other big three. As you walked through the halls, your hands so close to one another, you didn’t have to worry about watching your feet. Instead, you were preoccupied with your overwhelming desire to hug the boy next to you, to celebrate the day you finally meant the one you were meant to be with.

But Tamaki needed time, and you were more than willing to give it to him. You would give him all the time in the world. When you felt a light bump to your hand, and looked down to see Tamaki’s pinky finger intertwining with yours, you realized you might not need as much time as you thought.

You walked through the halls, holding pinkies, not hands, and the red string hanging off your fingers was no more, the distance between you nonexistent. And in that moment, you knew you had been wrong before. For while the red string had an end, and you had finally reached it, you knew following Tamaki would be an endless adventure, one you’d gladly follow for the rest of your life.

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[hazbincalifornia]

Soiled Tea

Chapter 23: Blitzo gets home and contemplates things.

Warnings: As always, mpreg, and brief mentions of underage drinking. Generally shitty thoughts about babies.

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“Blitz.” There was a pounding on his door, and it took a few seconds to process that it was Loona. “You’ve been in there for like three hours. The fuck happened?”

“Piss off!” Blitzo called back, scrolling mindlessly down Voxtagram with only a pause to scrub at his sore eyes. The phone buzzed with another text from Stolas, and he swiped it up without looking like the last twelve. A growl rumbled from behind at the door, and the scratch of Loona’s claws dragged down the wood.

“Fine, don’t tell me! It’s not like I care either way, I just want to know if you’re going to start bitching at me over whatever it is!” Loona’s weight creaked the floorboards as she padded away from the door, mere moments before Blitzo’s stomach growled.

Oh. Right. He hadn’t eaten properly in days, and the little fucker was going to be feeling that.

...It’d be easier to starve the bastard if it wouldn’t hurt him too. He only realized that his fingers had dug into his stomach when the red glow fluttered in and out, and his teeth gritted as he pushed himself off the bed, the creak reminding him how badly he needed a new mattress and frame. Stolas sleeping on it the other day couldn’t have helped, and it was going to collapse under him one of these days. There was probably some kind of metaphor in there he didn’t feel like puzzling through at the moment.

Moping later. Food now. He was pretty sure they’d stocked up a few days ago, so unless Loona had eaten everything since he’d been out, he could make some cup noodles and curl back up on the bed in peace. Loona was draped over the couch with screams and gorey splatters echoing from the TV when he exited his room, and she raised an eyebrow at seeing him mere moments after he’d told her to piss off. Blitzo sighed.

“Look, I just want to bury my sorrow in some cheap-ass junk right now, got it?”

She pointed to the freezer. “Try the strawberry scoop.”

“Thanks, dear.” First he needed to get the noodles, though. Blitzo opened the cabinet, reaching for the cups before brushing against a small bag. Why did he have a bag in the…?

His fingers froze, touching the edge of the packet- it was Stolas’s tea from their café meeting, tied with a pretty little bow. He’d mostly been over the nausea hump by the time he’d gotten it so it had been stuffed in the back of the cabinet, and right now, it was leaned against a partially-opened hot chocolate packet that must have been years old. It made the wood smell both moldy and chocolatey-fresh. Over the last few weeks, the powder had seeped into the mix of the tea- and probably ruined it too. There was an ant curled up in front of the fancy little bag which was almost certainly dead, flat on its back with legs curled heavenward.

The thing was moving again, but when he smacked the side of his stomach, it turned over a little with a shudder and stopped. Progress.

His hands were shaking by the time he pulled the noodles out from next to the tea (and next to the hot chocolate, and some expired crackers, and the little baggie of rat poison he’d borrowed from Millie and Moxxie’s closet) and began boiling the water to prepare them the same way he’d done hundreds of times before. No thinking required. The TV droned on in the living room, but the volume was low and he could still hear the water dripping from the leak over the fridge and his own heartbeat.

Casually, he leaned back against the countertop as he waited for the water to soak in, then realized that angle made the bump stick out even more, and also that he’d never actually taken off Stolas’s shirt. The knot in the back was thick and hard on his back, and it pressed on his protruding vertebrae against the granite. He tapped the end of his tail next to a stray protein bar wrapper on the countertop before sweeping it towards the trash. It missed, fluttering down to the dirty floor like a dying moth. Blitzo scooped up the cup, stabbing the top with a fork before bringing it back to his room and turning on a video of some idiot screaming at video games to drown out whatever thoughts couldn't be suppressed otherwise.

Loona didn’t bother him for the rest of the night, but he could hear her slam the fridge’s door shut and pop open a can of something around ten. He peeled off the shirt and went to bed.

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An hour after going to bed, he realized that the sex-sweat stuck to his skin was itchy, sticky, and smelled like shit. He managed to last approximately fifteen more minutes before dragging himself off the bed and crawling into the shower, flipping on the water and twisting it to scalding. He didn’t bother to scrub anything down, simply letting the pounding water pelt into his body until the caked sweat slid off like a bug shedding its skin.

Loona was still in the living room, playing some kind of racing game. They made eye contact for a few seconds and she sighed, chucking him a chocolate bar that she’d fished out of the cushions at some point during the night when he’d been in his room.

Sure, she couldn’t actually eat it herself anyway, but the gesture was nice, even though his teeth felt kind of fuzzy when he flopped back on the bed again after pulling on a worn-out band tee that had become a crop top at some point even before the pregnancy. 

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The kid was moving. Of course they were. It wasn’t like he could ask for sleep or for them to allow him to pretend they didn’t exist for a few hours, could he? They were just a lump of stupid meat, they didn't know any better than being an annoying pest that their daddy couldn't stand. He screamed into the pillow again. It didn’t help.

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Maybe he could join the circus again. He had new, better jokes now. Like his life. (That one would have gotten a laugh, or at least it would have with a crowd that wasn’t drunk off its ass- or maybe that would have been the exact audience for it. Kids were never drunk enough, and the ones whose parents shoved bottles at them to get them to shut up just puked everywhere. Their taste buds weren't developed enough yet, it just tasted like piss half the time before you got used to it. He still remembered the smell of the cheesy chips incident.)

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Had Stolas planned this all along? He’d sure as fuck seemed to think that Blitzo had already known what the deal was, and maybe he’d wondered a little, but come on, the guy had been so excited, anybody would have figured that he wanted to be the one to raise it. Babies were (literally) shitty little leeches on the lives of whoever was unlucky enough to pop them out, but Stolas had been so pumped for another kid, obviously he’d wanted to raise it. This was entirely his fault. This was entirely his fault. Blitzo was a smart guy, he'd find some way to get out of this. He'd made it this far, hadn't he?

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Could he get out of this? He tried to remember exactly how the deal had been phrased, but then realized that Stolas would probably yank the book back if he did manage to find some way to kill the thing without offing himself. Well, shit. That’d suck, and he’d probably lose Moxxie and Millie in the bargain, and then him and Loona would get chucked out on the concrete and have to forage for scraps until they managed to mug some particularly wealthy sinner. Could you pass on syphilis through bites? Loonie’d probably know. It was something to keep in mind as a potential threat.

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Did orphanages do speed dial? No, Stolas would find it somehow. He probably had some kind of magic tracking device for occasions like this.

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God damn he needed a better mattress. He could still feel the indent where Stolas had been if he rolled over just right, and he smacked at it until it felt like the rest of the bed.

It didn’t actually help that much, but at least when one spot got hot, he could roll over a little to the cooler half without sinking in.

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What would it even look like? Would it be kind of cute or some mutant monstrosity? Both its dads were hot, so it would have to have something going for it if it wasn’t just some horrible moaning mess of feathers and patchy skin.

He hadn’t really minded the thought of being, like, an uncle or some shit. There for the fun parts, popping in like twice a month to jingle keys above its face and teach it to play paintball. If Barbie had squeezed something out after fucking around when they were still a duo act he could have dealt with that as long as they didn’t have to sleep in the same room- he didn’t really mind kids that much in small doses. They could be fun little chaotic monsters, even though they were judgmental as shit and smelled fear.

With this, though, he couldn’t just hand it back when he got bored, and he always, always got bored or scared or- fuck, not thinking about that.

He would try scrolling Voxtagram again, but he came across an ad for maternity wear before trying to go to sleep the first time and nearly chucked the phone. 

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The only thing that kept him from rolling off the bed and grabbing a hard drink to knock him out, baby be damned, was the fact that he’d found a spot that almost was comfortable in the sheets now soaked with sweat again. Unfortunately, the clock said it was 5:13 AM.

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The alarm blared directly in Blitzo’s ear and he whapped it with a pillow, slamming it off the bedside table and into the floor. It was definitely broken now from the horrid cracking noise, and he groaned, scrubbing at his eyes. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

“Morning, sleeping ugly,” Loona said as she gargled mouthwash in the sink. She had the bags under her eyes that probably matched his and said she’d been drinking more than usual last night. Smart kid. He’d picked one that he could be a parent to without changing diapers for a reason- so he could be supportive to an actual person and not just a screaming little meat-lump that couldn’t even drink or smoke yet. Maybe Stolas could make it magically grow up so he wouldn't have to deal with that shit? “You gonna finally tell me what the fuck happened? You look like you watched the apartment blow up and you smell even worse.”

“Come on, honey, I showered-” Blitzo cleared his throat. To be fair, sex-stink didn't come off that easily when you were going at it for days, and Loona had always had a real sensitive nose. “Daddy’s maaaaaybe got a little tiny problem,” he muttered, and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that problem is? Usually, you’ll be upfront about why you’re being a whiny-“

“Apparently,” he started, and his tone made Loona’s mouth snap shut, “Stolas thought I was going to be the one actually raising the little bastard.”

“What the fuck? You two didn’t clear this up months ago?” Her claws dug into the counter as one eye twitched, and a bit of mouthwash foam dripped off her chin.

“I didn’t think we’d have to! He wanted the thing, he’d take it, that made sense!” He dragged a hand down his face, and Loona leaned back against the sink, crossing her arms. The foam hit her top, soaking in next to the left tit.

“So get rid of it.”

“I can’t, he enchanted my guts.” Blitzo snatched a butter knife smeared with long-dried jam off the table and aimed it at his stomach- moments before it touched the skin, red flashed. His hand shot to the side, preventing anymore more than a slight scratch. “I don’t even want to know what’d happen if I tried to take a pill or something and puked it up. Explode, probably.”

Loona sighed. “Well, this is fuckin’ peachy.” She crossed the kitchen, grabbing some toast that popped up, pressing more down and dropping the plain bread with a pad of butter on the side on a plate in front of him. “Toss it at an orphanage.”

“It’s gonna be a freak, it’d probably just get mauled. Imp kids are vicious, especially orphans, they’ve all gotta fight for table scraps.”

“Why would you care?” Loona shifted a little on her seat. “You get rid of it either way.”

“Stolas’d kill me.”

“He likes your dick too much, he wouldn’t. I’m not changing diapers. Why can’t he take it again?”

“He thought his wife would shank the fucker. Considering she tried to stab me, it’s probably not that far off. I’ll find some way to-” he yawned. “To pawn it off or something. Maybe we find somebody that likes exotic pets.” His head swam with visions of a shiny, gilded cage containing a little feathered imp that wore sequins and hissed at anything that got too close. He stabbed at the butter. “I don’t want this either, alright?”

“But you went along with having it anyway, and with me, you wanted-” She cut herself off and drummed her fingers against her bicep. “This is your fuck-up, I’m just saying don’t drag me into it.”

“Very reassuring, thank you,” Blitzo muttered, sarcasm thick enough to gore like it was a pig. "We have any coffee?"

"I finished it the other night. We can go to that place on Sixth before work." Loona snatched her own toast as it popped up too quickly to actually have toasted any and stuffed it in her mouth plain, tearing off a bite and chewing in a way that was reminiscent of thoughtful. “I don’t think he’d be nice enough to let you die when it pops out, and you screw up all the time and haven’t completely ruined your life yet. You can figure shit out from there. Maybe we can sell them on the black market and move out of this fucking dump, or you can flutter your eyelashes and get him to change his mind. Worst comes to worst, it's sharing your room.”

“Thanks, Loonie,” Blitzo mumbled around a mouthful of bread. “Always know how to cheer me up.”

The phone buzzed, and he was about to ignore it again until he saw that it was from Millie.

“Still at Stolas’s or coming in to work today Blitz? Moxx and I miss you :)’

Blitzo wiped crumbs on his pants and groaned before typing back.

‘yeh im coimin back’

He added extra jam to the bread before shoving the rest in his mouth, and the kid kicked his bladder hard enough that he almost pissed himself right at the table.

Today was gonna be fuckin’ peachy.

#lotsa little headcanon-y sprinklings throughout here #shadow writes stuff #one time #helluva mpreg #helluva boss #mpreg #daddy blitzo #tagging the main tag because why not

[maybebanks]

You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 06

Previous Chapter 05

Beginning Chapter 01

Another week, another party. Well it hasn’t exactly been a week, and also this wasn’t just a party, it was a kegger at the bone yard. Pogue turf.

You haven’t told anyone about your encourter with Ward at the party, and you figured Rafe would keep his mouth shut, in an effort to please his father. There was something that made you uneasy at the thought of Sarah, and John B’s recent behavior was getting you annoyed.

“John B, find someone in your own league,” you scolded, you were sitting next to JJ and Kie, as you watched John B staring at Sarah Cameron. She was with her boyfriend Topper, and his frosted tips.

John B stuttered, “I- I don’t know what you are talking about,”

“Oh please John B, you are totally eye fucking her,” JJ adds.

You tense at his bluntness.

“I wouldn’t mess around with her if I were you. She-she’s like a spitting cobra! First she blinds you-”

Pope interrupts,”This is not a good analogy,” 

John B mutters something and heads of to help pass out beers at the keg.

“Everything okay Y/n?” Kie asks you, you had zoned out in thought, if John B got close with Sarah she could tell him everything. But really, what did she even know. Just the fact that she could have heard your entire conversation with Ward, the fact that Ward hugged you, and then lied about it? Yeah, not a big deal at all.

“Yeah...um..I just need a beer,” you mumble and then get up to follow John B.

“She totally has a huge crush on John B,” Kie concludes.

JJ practically chokes on his beer, “Huh what?! No way,” 

“She got all tense when he was focused on Sarah, and believe me, Y/n doesnt really drink, unless she’s upset or something,”

JJ looked down at his beer, he didn’t know why he cared about what you may or may not feel about his best friend. But his smile sprung back when a cute touron said hi.

The whole night you tried to stop staring at Sarah. She hasn’t even noticed you, but you were sure if she did it would spark a conversation between her and John B.

You wandered alone towards the ocean, not wanting to fall down the rabbit hole of beer and touron hookups.

You sat down on the beach edge, letting the waves creep up but not touch your sandals.

“Hey Y/n, don’t freak out. I just want to talk,” someone says, but it’s muffled to you. So you ignore it.

He taps you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your daze.

“I just want to say I wasn’t cool with what Rafe did,” Topper says, it was almost like an apology. Almost.

You ignore him, pulling your knees into your chest.

“Are you um,” he clears his throat, “are you okay?”

“Fine,” you reply, you weren’t exactly sure what impression Topper was under, but you didn’t feel like talking to him.

“I don’t want to sound like a dick. But, you know, Rafe is my friend, and my girlfriend’s brother...”

He was rambling.

“...and anyway I just want to make sure you won’t say anything,” Topper finishes.

“Excuse me?” you ask, insulted that he thought you were a snitch but also at how petty he was.

“I mean, there are serious charges and we wouldn’t want this to cause a scene,”

“Okay, fuck you, Topper,” you roll your eyes, attempting to leave, until Topper steps infront of you, blocking your way.

“C’mon Y/n, don’t be like this,”

“Topper get out of my way,”

Suddenly he pulls something from his pocket, it looks like an 100 dollar bill, your eyes widen, you’ve only really seen bills as high as $20.

“Wait-“

“Take this,” he offers, holding your hand and placing the money neatly folded inside.

“Topper I don’t want this...”

Topper moves closer and make sure you are sharing full eye contact, he opens his mouth to say something when a winery girl voice interrupts us.

“Topper?” Sarah asks. Your stomach feels like it’s dropping. Instantly, nerves are all you feel.

“Oh hey Sarah,” Topper pauses, gesturing for you to leave, you comply and turn the other way, waking past Sarah, but not making eye contact.

“Why were you talking with her?” You hear Sarah ask. Topper better have a good lie.

“I was asking her what her dirty pogue friends were doing at Rafe’s party last night,” Topper explains.

Sarah doesn’t seem convinced, “are you lying to me?”

“No, no baby. I love you, I wouldn’t lie, especially over a pogue,”

You leave it at that and head to the keg, near there JJ , John B, and Kie are laughing about something, you were glad they didn’t seen you talking to Topper. And that John B had hopefully moved on from Sarah, after all she had a boyfriend.

“Finally my bae is back,” Kie smiles, John B extends a beer cup out to you, to which you reluctantly accept.

“Let’s play a game!”

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Kie had asked you truth or dare, you chose truth.

“Do you have a crush on John B?” Kie asked, smirking and acting all giddy.

John B coughed.

“No. No offense John B,” you respond honestly.

“None taken,” he says, “no pogue-on-pogue macking.”

You nod in response, and Kie huffs.

“Pope truth or dare?” You question.

“Truth,” he replies, JJ mutters something like ‘pussy’ under his breath.

“Would you rather take JJ’s gun, or get your scholarship,”

“Scholarship. At this point there’s no stopping him from doing something stupid with that,” Pope replies.

JJ smirks at gives him a high five. Pope slaps him away.

“Okay Y/n, truth or dare!?” John B asked you.

You smirked at him, you had already said truth 2 times and you were feeling buzzed, “Dare.”

John B smiled, “I dare you to switch clothes with JJ,”

You feel like your eyes were going to jump out of their sockets, but you tried to play it cool, sure it was just a fun idea, but your body wasn’t ready to be on display. The paint hadn’t dried. And by that, I mean the bruises hadn’t faded.

“You can pass, but then you’ll have to tell us your deepest darkest secret,”

You could just make something up, but you didn’t want to lie more than you had to.

“Fine,” you shrug, grabbing JJs hand and pulling him past a bush or something.

“Do they mean..like..underwear and shit?” JJ asks, already pulling off his ash blue t-shirt.

“Um I don’t know,” you answer, pulling off your shorts and scolding JJ if he faced you.

He threw you his shorts and you handed him yours.

“I need your shirt,” JJ states.

“Um...But you’ll stretch it out,” you whine, hoping to get him off your track.

“Nuh uh, you got a view of this,” he gestures to himself.

You gulp down.

“I-um okay,” you fumble with the fabric of his shirt. It smelled like him.

You turn so your back is facing him, you faintly remember checking if there were any bruises on your back. You hadn’t been home in a few days and the ones on your back should be faded.

You pull from the bottom, and let the fabric slide up your figure.

You were wearing a string bikini under it. It was tied into a perfect bow.

JJ couldn’t take his eyes off this new view of your silloette he didn’t want to offend you, but his heart was thumping so hard against his chest.

But then, he saw it. Something he never expected to be littered on your perfect body.

But his view was obstructed when you pulled on his shirt. It dropped perfectly. He should have been amused by the dare, but he was just concerned.

You walked passed him with confidence, bumping your shoulder with his.

But he couldn’t comprehend, maybe he was being too worried for nothing.

Before you could leave, JJ grabbed your upper arm.

You regretted it instantly, “ow,” you whimpered.

“Y/n- wait did I hurt you? What’s going on? You have a huge mark on your back...”

“I just...” you sighed deeply, “please don’t tell the others.”

JJ was intrigued but concerned, “someone hurt you?”

“No,” she responded, “Rafe just grabbed my arm really hard, it left a bruise. I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n,” JJ stated, “what about the one on your back, it looked like it was an old one,”

“Um...” you paused, searching for another lie, “I think it was from surfing,”

JJ nodded, “you know you can talk to me if-“

“If what?” You challenged.

JJ scoffed. You could tell you hit a nerve, he was implying that someone was hurting you. JJ would know all about that, he just confided in you about problems with his dad, and you were acting completely annoying.

JJ left, he turned to go back to the group.

“Shit!” You muttered, running your hands through your hair. You were frustrated. You weren’t used to people caring.

You contemplated just ditching the bone yard, but Jj had your clothes. And that was your favorite long sleeve.

You ran after JJ and joined the others, tension palpable between you and JJ.

You felt completely empty, maybe you deserved it tonight.

When the stars began to appear in the sky, the group gathered and headed into the van.

You sat next to John B in the front seat, flicking JJs silver lighter on and off.

“You spending the night?” John B asks you.

You comtemplated it for a minute, knowing JJ was already suspicious, you told John B to drop you off on your street.

“Bye guys,” you wave and exit his car, Pope hops out of the car and takes your shot gun position.

It was late, around 11:00pm. You tried to be slow when entering the house, but your father was already sitting on the porch. Waiting for you.

When he saw you, you felt your muscles tense. A physical response, or was it emotional, there was no denying the immense fear you felt at the sight of this man. Who was suppose to love you.

“Look who decided to show up. Figured you would come crawling back. You had me worried sick you know that? God damn, how am I suppose to control a daughter like you,”

“I’m sorry,” your mind was racing, “can I...go to bed?” You asked cautiously.

He didn’t look frustrated like he usually would when you asked for something, but when you approached the door, he grabbed both of your shoulders aggressively.

You were good at concealing your pain, “please.”

“What were you doing?” He shakes his head in disappointment.

You don’t answer him, you lip was shaking so you bit it down.

“Tell me! NOW!” He screamed.

“I was-I w- I was working,” you said. Thinking quickly when you remembered the money Topper gave you. Dad would be so happy.

“What do you have to show for it? Ruined clothes that I fuckin paid for?!” He was drunk, he must not have noticed the fact that this was JJ’s shirt.

“I um I have money. You can have it,” you say, shuffling around in your pockets.

A glint shines in his eyes.

You continue to look, and then it hits you like a ton of bricks, your money was in the pocket of your shorts, the ones JJ was wearing.

—

You snapped awake to pounding on your door. Okay, it wasn’t pounding. It was very gentle. Too gentle.

You forced yourself up from the couch, pushing against it with your arm, not too fast or you would get a head rush and see black in your vision.

You moved towards the direction of the door and opened it messily.

You didn’t show your face, only opened it a crack, you were smarter than that, and besides, your face was bruised.

“Hi...um Miss? I’m just here becuase I heard some noises going on in here last night. It sounded like someone was hurt? Would you like me to call the police-“ the lady was older, but not elderly, she was your neighbor you recognized.

“No! Um don’t worry. My brother and I were just arguing, he was mad I started dating his friend. Crazy right? Anyway I really should get going, I have work today, a new job actually,” you explained, making sure that details add to lies, make them more believable.

“Ohh alrighty then,”

“Thankyou for stopping by,” you reply cheerfully, before nearly collapsing when she left.

Damn that took energy, I need food.

You knew better than to waste time looking through the kitchen, there would be nothing.

So you put on some makeup and rode your bike to the Wreak. Your first day at work.

After you finished, Kie (and her father) rewarded you and the pogues with free food.

JJ locked eyes with you from across the table.

“Y/n, when I was changing out of your clothes yesterday...this fell out,” he pulls your 2 $100 bills from Topper.

You felt nervous, but as always you were ready for a coverup.

“Shitt,”

“Don’t worry Kie, dinners on Y/n,” Pope smiles, Kie slaps him.

“That’s my paycheck, from work, it’s my one week earnings,” you explain.

“Wait really? That’s nothing, if you add it up per hour-“

“No, stop stop, its too early for that,” JJ cuts Pope off, its true, you didn’t want to be exposed by Popes nerd calculations.

“But the country club pays in checks, you get a certificate and everything,” Kie adds.

“Where did you get that money then? Because-“

“Guys! Chill, I would offer it to you to shut you up but I already promised my dad. And besides, it’s not like I did anything bad for the money, just forget about it,” you plead.

They soon drop it.

—

“What the fuck?”

“Are you fucking serious, John B?” Kie agrees.

“Look! I like her, but we’re NOT macking,” John B declares.

“He’s totally macking Sarah Cameron,” JJ mutters to Pope.

“Dude! She’s a kook! What about Pogue life, bro?”

“Yeah plus she’s also a spoiled bitch who can’t be apart of any team, let alone this one,” Kie adds.

“Kie I get why you hate her, but Y/n? I thought you would give her a chance?” John B asks, you gulp down. The Cameron’s always seemed to find a way to make you kneel before them.

“Okay, she’s coming here-“

“Fucking shit,” you mutter.

“-Just to meet you guys! Please give her a chance. She’s not like Topper and-,”

“She’s not like them, she’s dating them,”

“She’s gonna break up with him,”

“Oh wow,”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” John B orders, he hears something rustling in the bushes.

“Hi guys,” Sarah Cameron greets us.

Kie and Sarah get in a fight, I’ve never heard anyone call Kie a ‘shit taking bitch’ before. The boys were all fine with her, but still remained on yours and Kie’s side if you decided to hate her again.

Sarah asked you to talk with her, alone. You wanted to ask JJ to come with, but you didn’t know exactly where you stood.

“So..um...I’m not judging you or anything, but what’s going on with you and my dad? And it could be nothing, but I saw him, he talked to you like you were his daughter,” Sarah begins.

“Sarah, I promise, I was just talking to him. I don’t need any more older men in my life, trust me,”

“But then what about Topper? Why were you guys alone for that time at the beach, and why was he offering you hush money?”

“How did you know it was hush money?” You asked.

“I know my boyfriend,” Sarah says.

“Sarah? Can you please break up with him. I mean you can’t do that to him, and to John B,”

“You’re right,”

Chapter 07

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Here’s a prompt: Zelda’s harrowing is carried out by Edward, Faustus, and Shirley. They all take it waaay too far, but Edward makes Zelda promise never to speak of it again. Perhaps he even wipes her memory of certain parts.

Wow this took me ages, sorry! It ended up being way longer than I planned lol. And apologies if anybody studies Latin- I do not, and I had only the internet to guide me, so I did my best! As for the other language, it’s fictional and I only borrowed it. Anyway, language excuses aside, here you go! 

It was traditional. A rite of passage, Edward had said. A bit of harmless fun that she would soon get to be on the other side of, Faustus told her. Everyone did it, Shirley assured her.

Zelda Spellman marched into her first week at the Academy of Unseen Arts with a fire in her heart to match the fire of her hair. Pure determination and ambition, with sharp eyes and a quick tongue, even at a mere eleven years old. She would be the best witch ever to pass through the Academy, she had made up her mind. And besides, as Edward was showing such promise only a few years ahead of her, she had a reputation to live up to. She would not tarnish the Spellman name, nor would she follow along in her brother's shadow. No, Zelda Spellman had plans of her own. And if her means to the end of accomplishing those plans was a few nights of what they called "Harrowing", that seemed a small price to pay.

The first night, she had been dragged from her bed and thrown into the Witch's Cell with another girl her age. From the moment the door had locked from the outside, the other girl had screamed and screamed, but Zelda sat calmly in the far corner until the next morning. The spirits inhabiting the Cell soon learned that they would get next to nothing from the redhead, and focused their attention instead on tormenting her cell mate. The other girl was still crying come morning, but when the door was unbolted, Zelda sauntered out with her nose in the air, only a smudge or two of dirt to show for her time in the Cell.

The second night, she had been placed in a ring encircling the Hanging Tree, young witches and warlocks facing the massive trunk of the gnarled tree. Their only instructions were to stand until dawn , and to never turn around. So Zelda did not. The growling noises from behind her raised every hair on the back of her neck and sent chills down her spine, but she stood perfectly still. She watched as first one and then two of the other children turned their heads to glance behind them, and she saw them lifted into the air and snatched backwards, hurtling into the woods like screaming rag dolls. The only move she made over the course of the night was to wipe angrily at a tear as it escaped her eye, her father's echoed voice behind her. No matter how hard you may try, you will never be your brother. In the pale light of dawn, she trudged back to the Academy alongside her classmates, stoney-faced though shivering slightly.

The third night would be special, she'd heard. Tailored for each individual student by those who knew them. Again summoned from her bed, she went willingly. Though she was a year younger than Shirley, she was slightly taller, Zelda noted with a smirk as she followed just behind the other girl. The night was cold as they walked away from the Academy, and seemed to grow colder still as they approached the woods. Zelda pulled her dressing gown tighter around her body.

When they reached the clearing, the boys were already waiting for them. Faustus looked up from placing thick candles on the ground as she approached, giving her a polite bow and a leering grin. Edward greeted her with no more than a nod and a small smile, which she returned. She was determined to make him proud tonight.

As she glanced around the clearing, she noticed that the others had brought supplies. A pile of rounded stones, flattened into ovals and stacked neatly, sat atop the fallen autumn leaves. Something in her stomach tightened as she saw the rope that lay next to the stones- one end of it had been tied around itself to form a noose. And in front of that lay a grimoire, its cover dark leather with fading silver print marking it as a spell book.

"Let Shirley take your robe," her brother murmured. She obediently untied the knotted sash around her waist and allowed Shirley to pull it away from her shoulders and down her arms, doing her best to repress a shiver as the midnight air rushed to creep through the sleeves of her nightgown. "The slippers, too," Edward added, and she stepped out of them. Her feet met damp and brittle leaves, and a breath of wind played with the hem of her nightgown around her ankles.

Having placed the last candle to complete the ring, Faustus stepped back and nodded at Edward. Her brother extended an upturned hand to her and Zelda took it, allowing him to steady her as she stepped over the candles and into the circle. The young witch suddenly felt very alone as her brother released her hand, but she was determined not to show it.

"Lucis et flammae," Edward commanded, beckoning fire up with a curling of his fingers as the candles lit themselves at once. "Et oblinito circulo". Zelda knew immediately that the spell had bound her in the circle, likely until either the candles were extinguished or the spell was reversed by its caster.

"Now, Zelda," spoke her brother, his voice both familiar and slightly unnerving to the redhead. "You know that the past two nights have focused on honoring the Greendale Thirteen, knowing their struggles and sharing their suffering. Tonight, we will continue with this endeavor, as we turn now to the Thirteen's final night as captives of the mortals."

"They were disrobed, as you have been," Shirley chimed, stepping forward. "Left to the mercy of the night air. Barefoot, they were marched into these woods, bound and jeered at by mortals on every side. And if one of them dared to look a mortal in the eye? Well..." Her sentence halted, but her point was made by the sudden movement of her hand and a sharp stinging in Zelda's shoulder.

Momentarily preoccupied with the pain, Zelda's eyes soon found the culprit- one of the stones from the pile now lay near her feet. Raising her head to look at the others, she had little more than a breath to steel herself. Her arms flew up to shield her face as a hit landed on her thigh, her ribs, her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Shirley give a particularly forceful throw, and she gasped sharply as the rock connected with her brow bone. Edward, bless him, seemed to be aiming mostly for her feet and ankles, his gentleness in throwing a direct contrast to the act itself. Shirley and Faustus however, they pelted her with everything they had. But even as she wiped away the blood dripping into her eye, Zelda resolutely stood her ground.

When at last the stones of the pile all lay scattered around Zelda on the leaf-strewn earth, the young witch was bleeding and bruised, but she knew the night was far from over.  She wondered what would be used next- the rope or the grimoire- but she had the answer to her question only a moment after she had thought it. Faustus's shoes stepped into the sightline of her downturned gaze, and stilled directly before her. She kept her eyes on the laces of his boots, lest she be beaten with another rock if she looked up at him.

"You know what comes next, Zelda," he murmured, and she feared that she did. Still, she gasped in spite of herself as she felt the noose land around her shoulders, heavy and damp, rough against the tender skin of her neck. She heard rather than saw the other end of the rope tossed over a treebranch above her, and her heart began to race as she felt the loop around her neck lift to press against her chin. Her head snapped up to look Faustus in the eye, and she fought the urge to bring her hands up and pull the rope away from her skin.

"Having been paraded through town and into the forest," he continued, his smirk sending an icy shiver down Zelda's spine. "The Greendale Thirteen were each positioned beneath a branch of that great, ancient tree, and each of them felt the weight of the noose around their shoulders. Then, without trial and without rites, they were hanged by the neck. Until dead. And with this act, we honor their sacrifice."

And suddenly, there was no ground beneath her feet. All of the budding nervousness that she had shoved down so efficiently came surging up all at once, escalating instantaneously into absolute panic. She kicked wildly against the night air and her hands flew up to claw at her neck, trying in desperation to loosen the rope. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but she could not breathe, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears, blocking out all other sound. She could not breathe, and she could not see the others on the ground, and she had trusted Edward not to let her get hurt, but she was going to die here, at the end of this rope, because she could not breathe. Her arms slowed and dropped to her sides, too heavy for her to hold them up any longer. The tree branches were fuzzy, and seemed to be growing darker, deep shadows overtaking them. Perhaps this is what it feels like to fly, she wondered vaguely. She felt she was flying, but she could not think why the tree branches were moving away from her.

As close to unconsciousness as she was, the impact of the ground was not as harsh as it might have been otherwise. And then air ripped into her lungs, even before she had registered the noose being thrown from her neck by a wave of Edward's hand. Gulping in great gasps of breath, her body was on fire as the life returned to it, her head pounding.

"What in Satan's name do you think you're doing, Faustus?" Edward shouted, having shoved the younger boy nearly to the ground in an effort to get him to let go of the rope.

"Oh, do calm down, Edward. It's not as if she's died."

"You, my boy," he spoke, pulling Faustus upright by the shirtfront. "Are dangerously close to making me lose my temper. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Edward thrust the other boy away from him roughly before turning to approach the circle where his sister lay, still struggling for breath and clutching at her wounded throat, marred by scratches from her own fingernails. "Zelda. Zelda, look at me." With some effort, she lifted her gaze to meet Edward's when he knelt beside the candles. His heart sunk as he saw nothing but terror in her eyes. "It's alright now, you're alright, it's over. I'll take..."

Halting his words, Edward turned at the sound of chanted Latin behind him. "Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me."

"What are you doing?" he rose and stepped towards Faustus and Shirley, who held the weathered grimoire between them, evidently reading an incantation.

"Offerimus tibi hoc puella puer." The two seemed undeterred by Edward's question. "Nunc age. Ego vocare vobis."

"Stop! Stop that this instant!" Edward shouted, but they continued.

"Tolle illud, quod vestrum est! Ego vocare vobis! Ego vocare vobis!" Their shouts echoed through the trees, and the woods fell silent, not a rustle of leaves or a hooting owl to be heard.

And then Zelda screamed. The others watched wide-eyed as she writhed within the circle, her body contorting in apparent pain. But when she spoke, it was not her own voice coming from her throat. It was deep and animalistic, chilling Edward to the core.

"Emi winokre Nebratron em hemitus eni nüllaan!" The other voice roared from Zelda.

"What is she saying?" Faustus questioned, fighting to be heard over the redhead's continued shouts.

"I don't know, I don't know the language!" replied Shirley, looking back at the book in her hands for an explanation.

"What have you done?" the older boy all but yelled, fixing the two with a fiery glare.

"A- a summoning," stammered the girl as Edward lunged for the book. "We... we summoned a demon."

"You invited a demon into my sister?!"  

"Oh, Satan!" Shirley gasped, and all heads snapped back in the direction of the circle. Zelda was rising, suspended in the air with her spine arching towards the sky, and the horrible voice still pouring unknown words into the forest.

"Ratsni etsai hemitusi enis: itsi yenvagreni wesrat hor fensteru em tekhes!"

"Get out of here, now!" Edward seized the grimoire and pushed Shirley and Faustus towards the path they had entered by. Overtaken by true fear of what they had done, they both took off running without needing to be told twice, leaving Edward searching frantically through the book for a spell of banishment or exorcism.

"Itsi yenvagreni wesrat an sha’ami entsai khedekareb!"  

"Leave her alone, leave my sister alone! Ego mitto vos, haec relinquere corpus! Esse abiit, esse abiit!" He switched into Latin to combat the foreign tongue, but seemingly to no avail.

"Etsoo lipieem adzigrosen. Etsoon kaamplen sha’am tweraam. Itsi yenvagreni wesrat an sha’ami entsai khedekareb!"

"Zelda!" he called, panicking as he could not find anything in the grimoire about exorcising a demon.

"No!" shrieked the girl in her own voice. In the piercing scream that followed, Edward heard in one breath his sister's voice melding with the demon's and returning to her own again. Moments after only her voice remained, she plummeted to the ground for the second time that night. She lay motionless against the leaves as Edward scrambled to get to her. With a thrust of his palm, he extinguished the candles at once before knocking them to the side to break the circle.

"Zelda?" He murmured, the sound tremulous. Blinking back tears, he dropped down beside her and gathered her in his arms. "Zelda?" he tried again, somewhat stronger. Her eyes fluttered open, drawing a gasp from him.

"Edward?" Her whisper was small and frightened.

"I'm here, I'm here, you're alright. It's over, you're alright."

"Did... did I do well?"

"Oh my dear, dear Zelda," he spoke, brushing a dirt-coated curl out of her eyes. "Yes, you did very well."

She nodded in acceptance, a tiny sob escaping her. Her brother clutched her tighter as she cried into his chest. He could not believe that she had thrown a demon out of her own body, a feat he did not know was possible, and at only eleven years old.

"I cleanse the mind, I cleanse the heart, let frightful thoughts of night depart," he whispered into her hair. "Munda mens, munda cor, timidus cogitationes ire."

"Edward?" she questioned, but he was quick to calm her.

"Hush now, sleep. Somnus." She slumped against his shoulder, the charm lulling her instantly into slumber. He carried her back to the Academy, silent tears streaking his face.

Edward did his very best with the memory spell, but he was not quite sure how effective it had been. Zelda never brought it up, and he had sworn Faustus and Shirley to silence. But two years later, the redhead was downright ruthless during their sister Hilda's Harrowing, and he thought it must have been in misdirected retaliation against him.

Zelda never spoke of that night to anyone. But more than a century later, it was Sabrina being Harrowed, and she stood in Faustus's office to look him in the eye and call the Harrowings of their youth nothing but spirited child's play, though she knew precisely what his eyes had looked like just before he had lifted her off the ground by the noose. That night, she gave Hilda a long-overdue apology after seeing the ghost children, knowing full well that she herself might have joined their ranks if Edward had not made Faustus let go of the rope. And a matter of weeks later, when Ms Wardwell sat in the parlor and spoke of a witch's exorcism rite written by Edward, she knew why he had written it. Relying on the power of the individual witch, the rite was to atone for what Zelda had gone through that night, and to ensure that it never happened to anyone again, for not all demons have the limited power of school children summoning them.

Over the years, the memories of the Harrowing became just another event, just another night to push down and tuck away in a darkened corner of her mind, where it was in good company. For Zelda Spellman had always held many secrets, even at eleven years old.

#that was a lot of italics #this ending was fueled by election stress and vodka #zelda spellman needs a hug #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #sabrina netflix #zelda spellman #edward spellman #faustus blackwood #every time I tag the character #shirley jackson #I giggle because they really stole that name from the author #prompt response #writings #my writing

[nightglider124]

RobStar Week 2020: Day 1

Tis RobStar Week, guysss! Ugh. Yas. That means content for the week of my two disgustingly adorable children. We love to see it. 

I do believe it runs from 5th July - 11th July so check the robstarweek tag each day for some robstar joy :3

So, I haven’t written anything really for a while. Especially not based in the TTA universe. But, I’m mildly happy with this one. In theory, it doesn’t actually have much of the kids but it has Robin talking bout his crush with Wally. 

Confession... I don’t love the prompt of destiny/fate/star-aligned... all of that. Idk why cos like in essence I believe it. My babies are destined for each other. Buuut, as a prompt, I just never am a fan. So, I tried my best, I swear! XD

This oneshot is set after ‘Titans Together’ but before the movie, ‘Trouble In Tokyo’.

Uh, I know Robin talks about when Starfire kissed him and I know that he doesn’t discover that she learns languages through lip contact until the movie but like... c’mon. Robin is a smart guy and would have thought about it in the time since they first met. I don’t think he would bring it up cos he awks but I think he would put two and two together. So, when it’s mentioned, he is just kinda speculating and then it’s confirmed in the movie. That’s how I’m viewing it anyway. XD

Hope you like it. Happy RobStar week! ^.^

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Star-Aligned/Destiny

The upbeat music drifted and pounded around the whole tower, with the epicentre of the noise coming from the main room, which was fairly packed with Titans from all across the globe, enjoying their Friday night. 

It had been about a week since they’d taken down the Brotherhood of Evil and put all the criminals that had been affiliated back in their rightful places within penitentiaries across the world. The ordeal had been difficult on each and every one of the Titans and it had taken a lot of time and energy to ensure that the threat was dealt with and the Brotherhood were dismantled for good. 

So, when Beast Boy and Cyborg had approached him about having a party to relax and say thanks to the whole Titans Network for their help in defeating the long standing villains, Robin had been reluctant to say no. He felt that a little fun was well deserved and decided it wasn’t often that they all let loose and just got to act like normal young adults, even if it was only for one night.

He felt good as he sat at the counter, dressed in civvies for the first time in a long time, with a glass of cold soda tantalizing his lips. He knew that some of the boys had snuck in a bit of alcohol and since all of the Titans were technically 18 and over, they were legally allowed to drink in private locations, according to Jump City law. So, he was letting it slide, but that didn’t mean he was about to consume it himself. Robin was all for unwinding but… he still had his wits about him, just in case any alerts came through.

Of course, in the morning, there were a few individuals who he wanted a word with regarding how they purchased the alcohol but he resigned himself to waiting until tomorrow, rather than putting his leader head on right now.

Robin cocked a small smile as he scanned the room from behind the safety net of his mask. He may well have been in casual clothing but the mask always stayed put; an unkickable habit of his, he mused.

Cyborg was over by the sound system, setting up playlists upon playlists with Bumblebee at his side, helping to sort through the music. He could see from where he was perched, every time she saw a song that she clearly didn’t like, she would delete it from the playlist when Cyborg wasn’t looking. It’d provided Robin a good few laughs throughout the night to see his cybernetic friend become confused, scratching his head and wondering if he had had too much to drink, despite only really having about one beer.

Beast Boy was lounging on the sofa, game station controller in hand; his gleeful chuckle echoing every now and then as he challenged those around him to a racing game that he’d practically lived on for the better part of the past year. Herald, Hot Spot and Killowat were huddled around him, each trying to gain the upper hand on the changeling who had won the 4 games prior to the current round. 

Robin turned his head, noticing Red Star was talking with Aqualad, Pantha and Argent over near the windows with all of them holding a beverage each and laughing, getting to know one another better since they were all teammates and they’d never really had a chance to interact with one another until now. Robin saw tonight as a good opportunity for the Titans Network to get a little more acquainted with one another so that they had a good roster of friends and colleagues for future events and missions, if necessary.

Directly ahead of him, Gnarrk and Wildebeest were sat at the table, conducting an arm wrestle to see who had the superior strength with smirks so smug that Robin could feel the bravado permeating the air around them. Kole was standing by her best friend’s side, offering quiet encouragement; believing in his abilities wholeheartedly. She smiled as Jericho turned to her, seemingly signing to her, his faith in Gnarrk to win as well; a gesture that made Kole turn a rosy pink and Robin couldn’t help but wonder if there was a bit of a connection brewing between the two.

Behind Wildebeest, Thunder and Lightning were cheering loudly, waving their hands and hooting in favour of the humanoid chimera who simply grunted in acknowledgement of their vocal support. 

Robin chuckled quietly to himself and took a sip of his drink, minutely shaking his head as he inwardly wagered on who he thought was more likely to come out on top of said arm wrestle. 

In the right hand corner of the room, Robin could see Jinx who looked less than thrilled as she was effectively sandwiched between Kid Flash and Mas Y Menos who were, by the looks of it, having a lengthy debate about who had the faster abilities. 

Scrunching his face up, Robin took a moment to consider how that conversation was going considering he knew for a fact Wally didn’t know much Spanish, if any at all. 

He shook his head and his eyes travelled over Speedy and Bushido who seemed to be talking and sharing fighting tips, with Speedy making gestures with his hands to explain the types of arrows he used when he battled.

Robin sighed in content, happy for the warm atmosphere surrounding them all. When he’d first started recruiting the people in the room to be a part of their hero network, he hadn’t even considered what it would mean for them to gel together but every single Titan in the tower had proved that they could work effectively with one another, without really even knowing much about those around them.

He was proud of his teammates and friends and he felt confident that if more threats on a larger scale were to ever crop up in the near future, then they would be prepared and ready with a strong force in place. 

Tapping his fingertips against the side of his glass, a lingering silver laugh caused him to pause; a tingle descending down his spine with a simultaneous heat prickling his skin. He lifted his head and his gaze inadvertently fell upon Starfire who was sitting on the back of the sofa, her long legs dangling down with her ankles crossed over one another. 

Her hands were clasped and in her lap as she talked animatedly with Raven, who in turn, was responding in her usual way of nods and small smiles, only speaking here and there. 

Robin gripped his glass a little tighter as he watched the alien Princess shrug her gorgeous mane of ruby hair over her shoulder, pooling down the length of her back. 

It had been futile to try and ignore how she looked tonight with Robin deciding how well Earth clothing suited her. She wore a lilac playsuit with a white floral pattern printed all over the fabric. The spaghetti straps of the garment fell perfectly on her shoulders with the rest of it hugging her body comfortably without being too tight or loose enough not to flatter her.

Although, Robin rebuffed that thought immediately. She could wear a trash bag and she’d still make it look amazing.

It was a short faux dress outfit but it was far from distasteful considering it was longer than her day to day uniform. The light frills at the hem were a nice touch, giving the illusion of it being a dress when in fact it wasn’t.

All in all, Robin had a tough time keeping his eyes off of her and it had been that way since the party started earlier in the evening.

He exhaled quietly to himself as he lost in himself in a momentary trance, with Starfire being the pinnacle of it all. Every single thing she did was endearing and he finally understood what people meant whenever they would compare a person to that of sunlight.

Starfire was the epitome of a ray of sunshine; constantly smiling and being her bubbly self, no matter who she was around. She could be around the grouchiest person in the universe and she’d still be able to coax a grin from them, without so much as even trying to. 

She was just so naturally inviting; like moths to a flame, Starfire was a friend to all and he could honestly admit that he had never met someone as kind and carefree as her which in his eyes was what made her so unique within their world of heroes. 

Robin stared after her, watching the way her jade eyes would shimmer whenever Raven said something remotely funny or something that Starfire could relate to. Her orange skin seemed to glow with every thousand watt smile that found its way onto her cupid bow lips. 

Just beneath his rib cage, Robin felt his heart rate start to increase; a quiet thumping of his chest, the longer he stared after her. 

Swallowing heavily, Robin averted his eyes, instead choosing to stare down at his bubbling soda. Despite this, his mind remained rooted on the one thing in the room he took the most interest in. He couldn’t help but inwardly dwell on his feelings for the Tamaranean girl, no matter how hard he had tried over the years to refuse and deny what his heart had been singing all along, since she first crash landed on the planet they called home.

It was a constant struggle for him; trying to figure out if it would be worth the risk or if he should remain stoic and unfeeling like another vigilante he was familiar with.

A sudden gust of wind enveloped him, causing his hair to rapidly fly out of place. Staying still, Robin merely sighed and blinked in annoyance, already aware of who was now leaning against the counter beside him.

“Wally…” Robin muttered, reaching a hand up to sort his hair out, casting a scowl in the speedster’s direction.

Kid Flash chuckled and pulled up a seat beside him and nudged his shoulder, “Hey Dick.” 

“Do you have to do that every single time?” 

“Duh. Think of it as… a privilege of being best friends.” 

“Pretty lousy privilege.”

He made a ‘psh’ sound and gave him another shove, “You get what ya get.” 

“Uh huh.” Robin replied, leaning forward to take a swig of his drink, feeling the cold liquid slither down his throat. Despite his best efforts to stay inconspicuous, he was unable to stop himself from stealing another glance at Starfire who had moved from her spot on the back of the couch with Raven.

She was giggling with Bumblebee and Argent, swaying her hips and dancing to the music that was swirling in the air; a catchy beat that seemed to be luring quite a few Titans into dancing now.

He could feel his face heating up as he registered that Wally was staring at him with a teasing smirk laced upon his lips. He cut him a scathing look and attempted his best batglare, making Wally snort.

“C’mon. When has that look ever worked to make me stop?” He laughed, taking a gulp of the beer he was holding,

Robin took a deep breath, awaiting the onslaught of jabs. He’d known Wally for most of his life, ever since he’d gotten adopted by Bruce on account of his links with the league.

It’d taken just one encounter with the redhead on a visit to the watchtower and they’d been inseparable. 

Of course, that changed somewhat after he left Gotham; the communication dropping with Robin being more so to blame, after effectively shutting those around him out. 

It picked up again though, once he had become more established with the Titans, going as far to offer him a spot on the team. Wally had declined at first, unsure how he felt about being with a team but after a while, he came around. 

It helped that he happened to run into Jinx whilst he was still mulling over the decision.

Robin sighed and half turned his body towards him, “What are you doing over here?” 

“Just wanting to catch up with my bud… obviously.” Wally replied, trying to appear aloof but failing miserably,

Leaning back, Robin spied Jinx still standing where Wally had been beforehand, staring at the twins in bewilderment as they babbled to her in Spanish.

“You know, you’ve basically abandoned Jinx.” Robin muttered,

There was a mischievous glint in his lime eyes as he waved a dismissive hand, “Bah, she’s fine. She needs to socialise with good guys more anyway. Needs to build on her newfound hero ways.” 

Robin shrugged and tilted his chin downwards, eyes on the counter top to avoid any more fleeting glances at anyone in particular. 

“So…” Wally drawled, in that tone.

Sighing heavily, Robin looked up at him, “What?”

“Star’s looking hot tonight.” He taunted and it took everything Robin had not to react in the way Wally clearly wanted him to,

“Mhm. She looks great.” Robin mumbled, not really in the mood for this kind of conversation. He had been feeling pretty mellow but he could sense that slipping away and being sent spiralling into the mess of emotions he experienced from time to time where Starfire was concerned.

“Dick… c’mon.” Wally persisted, levelling with him, “Your crush on her isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Well… she doesn’t know so it seems to be working so far.” 

Wally snorted, “To practically everyone else, it’s obvious that something is going on.” 

Dick took a deep inhale and gripped his glass with both hands, preparing himself for more of Wally’s insistence, “Well, there’s not. Sorry to disappoint.” 

“Dude.” He paused and leaned into him, his tone shifting into a more sincere one, “Maybe there would be something if… y’know… you made a move on the ol’ Princess?” 

Whilst it was in his nature to deflect anything to do with feelings; especially romantic ones, at all costs, there was something gnawing at him; encouraging him to open up a bit. It was Wally, after all.

“I can’t.” Dick sighed, loosening the grip of his fingers around the glass,

“Sure you can. Just get up, go over there and ask her to dance or… I don’t know, smooth talk her.” Wally suggested,

“No… I mean… I can’t. I’m the leader of the Titans… Bruce always taught me not to get involved that way with a teammate. It causes rifts in team dynamics and-”

Wally cut him off with a scoff, “Who cares? If you feel that way about her, which you obviously do, you deal with those kinds of things and work it out as you go along.” 

Dick sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes, “It doesn’t matter.”

Sensing that he was retreating into himself again, Wally tried an alternate route, “You know… with all the doe eyes you make at her, you never told me how you actually met.” 

Without really even being aware of it, a soft smile graced Dick’s lips, “Uh… I’d just got to Jump and was dealing with this thief and saw this… streak of green across the sky. I went to check it out and turns out, she’d quite literally crash landed to Earth.” 

“That must’ve been so cool, man.” Wally laughed,

Dick inclined his head a little, “It was… different to anything I’d had in Gotham.”

“Yeah, but Starfire is… sweetness and joy.”

The ebony haired hero chuckled to himself, “Uh… not at first. She…” He paused and glanced at her, gauging just how much he should leave out about where she came from on that day, “She was… being held prisoner by these aliens… Gordanians are what they were called. Long running warfare between them and Tamaran and… a few other planets.”

“Prisoner?” Wally queried, clearly vying for more information,

“Let’s just say… she was forced from her world and it… wasn’t because of any crimes.” 

Wally stared at him for a long moment before something softened in his expression and he nodded, “So… what was she like?” 

“As you can imagine… she didn’t trust any of us. Hissing and seething and blowing shit up.” 

“Badass.” Wally grinned,

Dick chuckled, “Yeah… she didn’t know English either so… couldn’t exactly explain to her that we just wanted her to stop.”

“How’d she get so fluent in the language then?” 

His cheeks turned red almost instantly and he cleared his throat, willing the blush to dim until it vanished, “Her people can learn languages instantaneously through uh… lip contact. I think.”

“You think?”

“Well… after she… did it… um… she spoke English… so I just assume…”

Wally blinked in surprise, “Wow. That’s a useful trait-” He cut himself short as he recognized the discomfort on his best friend’s face, “Oh my god. She learned it from you, didn’t she? You got a kiss from her on the first day you met her!” 

Dick snapped his head in Wally’s direction, “Can you shut up, please? We’ve… never talked about it. Kissing isn’t a thing on her world… and I never brought it up.”

“She knows what ‘lip contact’ means on Earth though, right?”

“She knows now… I mean she must know, considering how many romance movies we’ve sat through on movie nights.” Dick shook his head, “Like I said… we’ve never talked about it so… I don’t know what she thinks on that front.”

Wally chuckled, “No wonder you’ve been smitten with her since day one. I would be too if a hot space girl kissed me in the middle of telling her to stop ripping a city apart.” 

Dick was about to protest, but relaxed and smirked, “Yeah… well… she made an impression, to say the least.”

“Sounds like… Mm… I don’t know.”

“What?” Dick prompted,

“You’ll just wave it off but… I mean… maybe it was meant to be.”

“What are you talking about?”

“People who are meant to be in your life don’t just fall out of the sky on a day to day basis, Dick.” Wally droned, looking at him like he was an idiot,

The Boy Wonder chewed on the inside of his cheek; his mind a bubble of thought, “It’s… not the craziest thing.” He paused and looked at her again, still dancing around without a care in the world, “She brought us together… we know for a fact… she’s the glue that keeps us together; the heart of our team… without her… we wouldn’t last.”

“See? That, my friend, is fate.” Wally surmised,

“I don’t know about that, Wally. It… just so happened we were all in the area at the same time.” Dick rebuffed,

“Listen… whether you want to admit it or not… don’t you think it seems a little too coincidental that you all met Starfire on this one day and it basically set out your futures for the next few years at the least?” Wally asked, raising an eyebrow at him,

“Okay, fine. Let’s say that it is… fate or whatever… are you saying that the same applies to how I feel about her?” He challenged,

Wally scoffed and flailed his hands around slightly, “Duh! I’m telling you, there is no way that you ‘just so happened’ to meet Starfire and your team, start a network of teenage heroes that extends across the world and end up falling for the one who caused this… cataclysm… just by chance. It just doesn’t happen.”

Remaining silent, Dick felt the urge to mock him ebbing away, the more he tried to reason with him.

He was probably the furthest thing from a believer when it came to things such as fate and destiny, having turned cynical shortly after his parents were murdered.

By Wally’s logic, everything in life happened for a reason, with the goal of eventually fulfilling the path set out in stone for you when you’re first brought into existence.

“Wally…”

“The universe didn’t exactly have you meet her to just be ‘best friends’ for your whole life. You wouldn’t stare at her or think about her or want her the way you do, if it wasn’t supposed to happen dude.” 

Dick blinked, “This is the most philosophical way of telling me to make a move that you have ever used.”

Bursting into laughter, Wally lifted his shoulders and smiled, “Yeah, you’re probably right. But you know what I’m saying, at least on some level, makes sense.”

The Titans leader evaded admitting something like that, “Mm… what I know is that you’re only spewing destiny related stuff because of one beer too many.”

Wally looked scandalised for a long moment before he shrugged, “Okay, I might be a tad tipsy but it’s still relevant, Dick.” He sighed and threw an arm haphazardly around his best friend’s shoulders, “I’m trying to push you… for you. Whether you wanna believe me when I say it’s some kinda fate or not, the fact is… you can’t expect her to wait forever.”

Tugging himself away, Dick pulled a sour expression and turned to him, “And what if I do and it blows up in my face, huh? What if I go over there and ask her out and she says no?” He deflated and looked down at the counter top, “I doubt she sees me that way anyway so what’s the point?” 

Chuckling almost instantly, Wally rolled his eyes and looked at Dick with a raised brow, “Seriously? Dude, I’m not even on your immediate team and I can see that she likes you just as much as you like her.”

Dick cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink on their own accord, “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Okay well, it comes across pretty clearly except to you, apparently.” Wally paused, “Besides, aren’t you basically our biggest risk taker? You love that whole thrill of not knowing.” 

Dick grunted, “Not on this kind of thing.” 

“Right, right because it makes you all vulnerable and junk.” Wally drawled, earning another glare from the masked hero but choosing to ignore it, “Dick… I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I don’t think anyone can since you’re stubborn as hell. But… just remember… Starfire is beautiful and super sweet. You’re not the only guy in this hero network that thinks so… and if you don’t move your ass and at least make it known to her you’re interested… you might lose your chance altogether.” 

Opening his mouth to protest, Dick was cut short from doing so as Wally lightly nudged his shoulder and stared pointedly across the room, waiting for Dick to follow his line of sight as well.

Over near the large glass window panels, Starfire was standing, looking happily flushed from all the activity buzzing around her; something she constantly thrived on whenever parties were in full swing. Her smile was soft and patient as she bobbed her head, laughing at what was being said to her. 

Dick felt his stomach lurch and his heart started pounding painfully  within his chest as he noticed who was standing alongside her. Speedy was grinning at her, talking and making jokes about god knows what. He watched as the archer took a step towards her and gently touched her arm. 

Starfire appeared unbothered by the gestures but it greatly unnerved Dick, considering he could tell from Speedy’s posture that he was attempting to ‘woo’ her.

He bolted up from the stool he’d been sitting on at the counter, his fingertips pressing against the surface of it so hard, they were turning white. He could feel his chest constricting as his breathing turned harsh, an odd type of panic overtaking him.

“Hm… strange reaction for someone who doesn’t have feelings for her…” Wally murmured sarcastically before taking a long sip of his beer,

Narrowing his eyes, Dick turned to scowl at him, “How long has he been talking to her?” 

“Only about 2 minutes. Though… he sure looks like he’s getting comfy with your girl there…” 

Taking a deep breath, Dick let his hand slide off of the counter and he cleared his throat. He felt nervous but there was a knee jerk reaction in him that was yelling to get over there and interrupt Speedy’s attempts at romancing his best friend.

His gaze fell on Starfire who seemed oblivious to the obvious signals Speedy was sending towards her. Dick cocked a half smile, glad that she wasn’t playing into it. It gave him a rise of hope that maybe she wasn’t responding like a typical girl because she already had feelings for another guy that was possibly him. Maybe.

“What… what should I do when I get over there?” Dick queried, suddenly feeling the confidence drain from him,

“I don’t know. Ask her to dance?” Wally smiled sympathetically at him, “Dick… it’s Starfire. Isn’t she like… the one who makes you feel the most at ease?”

Dick swiveled his head back towards the auburn haired beauty, “She is.”

“Then it’ll be fine once you get over there.” Wally encouraged, tipping his beer bottle in his direction,

Nodding, Dick offered him a slight smile, “Thanks… Wally.”

“You know me, man. I’m a man of loveee.” 

Dick sighed, “And there’s the idiot.”

With that, he picked up his soda and made his way through the strings of Titans as casually as he could, without appearing as though he was desperately wanting to get between that tiny space that was still between Speedy and Starfire.

Watching through bright eyes, Wally smiled to himself as Dick reached the two. Speedy looked to be quite put out about his appearance but the speedster wasn’t paying much attention to him.

Rather, all he could see was the way Starfire lit up at Robin’s emergence. Her smile stretched from ear to ear, her emerald eyes shining with joy as she clasped her hands around his upper arm in an exuberant greeting. 

In return, Dick grinned back at her, talking with ease and a relaxed aura about him. Speedy looked effectively closed off and shut down, which if it were any other girl, Wally would feel pretty bad for him.

But, he knew how long Dick had had a thing for the alien Princess. He just hoped he would actually get it together and do something about it before it was too late.

“Well done, Grayson.” Wally chuckled to himself, before taking another sip of his drink and scanning the room for a certain pink haired sorceress.

#robstarweek #robstarweek2020 #robin #starfire #robstar #teen titans #fanfic #oneshot #day 1 #star-aligned/destiny #queued #nightglider124

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A/N: For the Pandora Hearts Reverse Big Bang! My partner Hadrian drew an adorable piece of the three of them sleeping together and I wanted to write a fluffy AU for that (look, I really need a world where Lacie and Oswald live).

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At twenty, Gilbert Nightray was used to plans going awry. It was par the course when it came to the mischievous Oz Vessalius. Despite being childhood friends for over 15 years, the only thing Gil could predict about Oz was that his suggestions never went as expected. Toss in the ever-hungry Alice, and well, there really was no point in planning, just preparing. Luckily, that was something Gil was good at. Every time they went off on an adventure, he packed a bag full of first aid kits, healing potions, and enough supplies to last a week.

 However, even he couldn’t have predicted the situation they were in. As they raced through the forest, Gil glanced over his shoulder to confirm that yes, a giant elephant-sized boar was chasing them. He pressed a hand against his hat to keep it from flying off.

 “Why are we running?” Oz asked breathlessly, just barely managing to keep apace. His physical strength wasn’t great on his best days, and after he’d been cursed…well, what little muscle he’d gained in the past ten years was gone.

 “Why do you think?” Gil snapped, his trench coat flapping behind him as he leapt over an overgrown root. Behind him the boar angrily snapped his head at an offending tree, skewering it with his horns. Wood splintered from the onslaught and Gil paled—that could have easily been them. That could still be them.

“We could just fight it!” Oz argued, his green eyes glowing slightly as he started to summon his magic.

 “Your magic isn’t what it used to be,” Gil argued, resisting the urge to tuck him under his arm like a ball and just sprint out. He probably could. Oz was ten now, not twenty, and as tiny as he was, he’d be easy to carry.

 “I want to eat him,” Alice announced, her eyes taking on a more rabbit-like appearance.  

 “Aren’t rabbits supposed to be herbivores?” Gil immediately whacked the back of her head. Maybe he should just tuck both of them under his arm—two ten-year-olds couldn’t be that heavy, right? “We’re only barely ahead of that thing because the forest’s slowing it down.”

 “But he could be tasty,” Alice protested, glancing over her shoulder. She licked her lips in anticipation.

 “Why is it always food for you?” Gil grumbled. Honestly, Alice’s first approach to everything was bite first, ask questions later.

 “Because meat is king,” she declared triumphantly. Why was that her answer to everything? Her physical strength was far greater than Oz’s, no matter what age. Gil wished it wasn’t; he’d rather hear her wheeze and pant than be forced to listen to whatever stupid inane thought crossed her mind.

 “And you’re too weak too fight,” Gil pointed out, feeling a headache forming. He had medicine for that. “You guys are younger, you can’t act like you normally do! You,” he turned to Oz, “Don’t have the magical reserves. And you,” he directed his glare at Alice, “Can’t fight like you used to.”

 Alice’s cheeks puffed, the sign of an impending sulk and Gil’s headache worsened. Oz frowned. “We could still fight it.”

 “Didn’t you promise Oscar you’d stay out of trouble?” Gil pleaded, ducking an overly tall branch. While the boar was slower, he hadn’t stopped. Every step caused a tremor and it was a miracle none of them had fallen over yet.

 “But—” Oz whined.

 “And Lacie—” Gil cut himself off immediately; it was always a mistake to bring up Alice’s mother. She was even wilder than her daughter. A better tack was her overprotective uncle. “Oswald? Did you agree to be careful for him?”

 “Booo,” Alice pouted as she hopped over a stone. “I can fight.”

 The earth shook behind them. Gil barked, “Not against that!”

 And then, before they could protest, he grabbed their hands. If he had to drag them to safety, he would.

 -x-

 “I think we’re getting close,” Alice muttered, sniffing the air as she lifted a branch with a hand. While she hadn’t fully transformed into her rabbit form, her red eyes and long, claw-like fingers gave her an inhuman look.

 Gil could never get used to her partial transformations. Full transformations were fine, he could handle giant, bow-tied rabbits and short, ill-tempered women. Actually, considering how much Alice ate, it was amazing that she’d never grown taller, that even at twenty she couldn’t reach higher than his chest. Pulling his gun out of its holster, he asked, “Are you sure?”

 “What do you mean, am I sure?” Irate, she glared at him. It was more annoying than intimidating. “My nose is better than yours.”

 “Only if you’re actually using it properly and not smelling meat like last time,” he whispered back, trying to keep his voice down. “You’re a rabbit, how does that work?”

 Alice snorted. “Meat is king.”

 Gil stared at her. She’d said that with utter confidence, as though those three words explained everything. In fact, she’d been so matter-of-factly about it that for a minute, he’d doubted himself. That maybe he was the one ignorant to the ways of the world.

 On his right, Oz snickered as he drew his sword. The metal looked dull in the dim light. “She got you there.”

 That was enough to snap him out of it. “That doesn’t explain anything!”

 “It explains everything,” she retorted, hands on her hips, her quarry all but forgotten. “What more do you need?”

 Gil knew he ought to be the bigger person. They had a guild mission, after all, and that came before any petty differences between them. If Alice wanted to act like a child, like she often did, he shouldn’t stoop to her level. No, he should finish securing the pixie they’d been hunting for days, saving a village from its mischief, ensuring that his standing in the ranks didn’t—

 “If your head wasn’t made of seaweed, you’d understand,” she added with a presumptuous sniff.

 Gil forced his lips into a tight smile, resisting the urge to react. There’s no point in arguing with her, he reminded himself. Be the adult.

 “Where is the pixie?” he asked through gritted teeth. The sooner they finished with this, the sooner they’d go back.

 “Over there,” Oz replied, whistling softly as he peeked through the brush. “I think he’s asleep.”

 “That’s good.” Gil brightened at this one speck of good news. “Is there anyone—”

 Before he looked, before he even finished his sentence, Oz pointed at the pixie. “Alice, go!”

 Without hesitation, Alice ran forward, transforming into a giant rabbit as she did. There was a large scythe in her hands now, pulled out from whatever pocket dimension she’d left it in. “Just stay there and watch,” she ordered before disappearing into the foliage.

 Gil’s jaw dropped. “Oz!”

 “Come on, Gil!” Oz grabbed his hand, smiling innocently. Almost all of their misadventures had started with that smile.  “We can’t let her have all the fun!”

 “Why do you always do this?” Gil hissed, not sure how he’d force them to understand this one, common sense idea. “We should have to plan first!”

 He followed anyways—he’d never been able to say no to Oz, and he doubted he’d ever will. They were almost the same height, with Oz slightly shorter despite all of the milk he drank. There was something comforting about the back of his head, of that golden hair, and maybe it was that for all of the trouble they’d gotten into over the years, they’d always ended up fine at the end of it. Oz was strangely reliable.

 “It’s just a pixie,” Oz scoffed, trotting quickly after Alice. “She’s going to catch it before we get there.”

 In hindsight, those were famous last words. As soon as they made it past a particularly thick tree, pushing through the branches to reach a small clearing, they found Alice in the center. She slammed down her scythe at a pixie that was almost half her size. The creature had iridescent wings that fluttered quickly as he dodged her attack.

 “That’s a big pixie,” Oz muttered. He held his sword loosely. “I don’t think the cage we got is big enough for him.”

 “Me neither…” Gil frowned, pulling out his gun and several enchanted bullets. “Maybe we can knock him out.”

 Alice struck again, her scythe almost cleaving the creature in two. Which would have solved the transportation issue but luckily the pixie parried her attack. It almost knocked her off balance and she flipped backwards to stabilize herself. Legs tense, she prepared to strike again when the pixie shot her with a green bolt of magic.

 Smoke filled the air and Gil’s eyes widened as she disappeared. “Alice!”

 “Alice!” Oz yelled as he charged through the smoke to get to her.

 “I’m fine.” Alice coughed, still hidden by the smoke.

 The pixie cackled and Gil cocked his gun, looking for their enemy. It was time they took this battle seriously. Trees lined their small clearing, leaving many places to hide if the pixie headed for the shadows. Craning his head left and right, he couldn’t find their target.

 The smoke drifted past him slowly, dissipating as the gentle wind blew, and Gil glanced at where he’d last seen Alice. As the air cleared, he couldn’t find a big, stocky humanoid rabbit.

 Instead, he saw a small, child-sized rabbit. While it was dressed in Alice’s clothes, they were far too big for the rabbit, and they hung off it loosely.

 Oz stood in front of the rabbit, his lips parted in surprise. “Alice?”

 The rabbit’s ears twitched, and she looked up at him. “Why are you so big?”

 “Did he shrink you?” Gil asked, wishing he had his brother’s skills in magic identification.

 “Shrink?” Alice stood stock still, looking from Oz to Gil to the trees. If she didn’t have black fur, he was certain she’d be pale as a ghost. She tried to pick up her now too-heavy scythe, the handle oversized in her hands, before dropping it in horror. “WHAT HAPPENED?”

 “Oh wow!” Oz crouched in front of her, recovering from his shock entirely. Reaching forward, he rubbed her ears. “You’re so cute now!”

 “I’m not cute, I’m terrifying,” Alice retorted, growling slightly. She didn’t pull away from his touch though and Gil stored that info away to taunt her with later.

 “Of course you are,” Oz cooed.

 From the corner of his eyes, Gil saw something move. He spun on his heel, gun raised, finger on the trigger. There was the pixie, hovering in the air, another green bolt in his fingers.

 “Watch out!” Gil shouted, already squeezing the trigger.

 BANG! A bullet pierced through the air. As it reached the pixie, it transformed into a net, entangling the prankster.

 Jerking back in surprise, the pixie released its bolt. The green energy arced through the air before hitting Oz square in the back. Another burst of smoke filled the area.

 “Oz!” Gil shouted, racing forward to knock out the pixie before he could do anymore damage.

 “Wow, that tickled,” Oz replied, coughing slightly. After a moment, he swore. “Shit.”

 Oz rarely swore openly, and Gil swallowed as he turned to where his best friend stood. The air had cleared now, leaving behind a blonde child. His cloak hung loosely on his frame, almost slipping off his shoulders. His sword, now too heavy for him, fell out of his hands with a clatter.

 “You’re a kid,” Gil stated, realization dawning.

 Alice transformed back into her human form, confirming his fears: she looked like a kid too. With a smug smirk, she wrapped an arm around Oz, ignoring how her clothes almost fell off her. “Ha, who’s the cute one now?”

 -x-

 Gil groaned as he leaned against the hard wall of the crevice they were hiding in. No matter how many times he thought about how they ended up in this situation, it felt ridiculous.

 “I think we’re safe now,” Oz whispered, poking his head out of their hole. Gil almost jerked him in reflexively. In the bright afternoon light, Oz was hard to miss.

 “I can’t smell him anymore,” Alice muttered, sulking as she crouched in the back of the small cave. With a stick, she drew pictures of pork chops and ham on the dirt ground.

 “Good.” Gil sighed, relaxing against the wall. He wanted nothing more than a hot bath but settled for sitting on the ground. These days, he felt more babysitter than adventurer. His nerves couldn’t take much more of this. “Next time I say run, run.”

 Oz pouted. “I still think we could have taken it,” he muttered.

 Gil gave him a tired look. “Oz.”

 “But that’s not why we’re here,” Oz admitted, which was as close to an apology as he’d get. Crouching in front of Gil, he reached up to ruffle his hair. “Good job!”

 “I’m not the stupid rabbit,” Gil muttered, looking away. Yet he didn’t pull away and maybe that was something he and Alice had in common.

 Unfortunately.

 Oz chuckled, letting go and stepping back. “Alright, let’s finish our mission! I want to be tall again! I want to bully Gil properly again!”

 “Don’t bully me,” Gil grumbled half-heartedly, trying not to smile.

 “I want meat!” Alice chimed in. Gil wasn’t sure if she hadn’t followed the conversation or if she just didn’t care about it.

 Oz looked at him expectedly and Gil sighed. Standing up now, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I want to stop worrying about you two.”

 “Oh, Gil.” Oz chuckled, though he looked touched. Standing up, he beamed at him, no malice in his voice. “You’ll always worry about us.”

 The truth in his words cut deep and Gil flushed. Coughing into his hand, he looked away. “I want to worry about you less.”

 Oz bumped into him lightly and nodded. “Alright, then we just have to find those berries, right?”

 “Yeah, Break said you just had to eat them and you should turn back to normal…” Gil trailed off. As reliable as his mentor was, he was also the kind of liar who’d take advantage of the situation to play a prank or run an experiment. There was a reason he and Oz got along; they were far too alike and Gil wished he could have stopped them from meeting. “It’ll work, right?”

 Alice growled at Break’s name and looked around quickly. Suspiciously, she lifted a rock, squinting at the dirt beneath it. “He’s not here?”

 “Of course not, or we’d have just fought that boar,” Gil scoffed, rolling his eyes. This whole mission would have gone better if they’d just brought one other person. How he ever let Oz talk him into coming here without backup, Gil couldn’t explain.

 “Nothing to it then.” Oz stretched his arms above his head, looking oddly refreshed. “We’ll just have to get those berries. They’re at the top of the mountain, right?”

 As usual, Alice thought with her stomach. “I hope they’re yummy.”

 “Maybe we should take a couple extra with us,” Oz suggested, rubbing his chin. He scowled. “I can’t believe the pixie couldn’t just turn us back.”

 Gil slouched over slightly. “I should have caught him sooner.”

 “And I probably should have listened to you earlier.” Oz reached up to pat him on the back. “Still, it’s kinda fun pretending to be my own love-child.”

 That was the first Gil heard about it. Aghast, he stared down at his friend. “Your what?”

 “Sec-ret love child,” Oz repeated slowly. Chuckling, he walked over to Alice and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “By the way, I told all the maids that she’s yours.”

 “Mine?” Gil screeched, forgetting all about the boar, the berries, or even the need to hide. He almost fell backwards and leaned against the wall for support.

 Alice grabbed Oz’s collar. “I’m what?”

 “The maids think it’s cute?” Oz weakly warbled, realizing a little too late that maybe he shouldn’t have admitted this in a cave in the middle of nowhere.

 They should start making their way up the mountain. They should be quiet. They should conserve their strength.

 Gil stepped out of the cave for a breath of fresh air, ignoring the ruckus behind him. Oz could wait a few minutes before getting saved.

 -x-

 Hilariously, by the time they reached top of the mountain, Oz’s worst injuries were still from the cave. The rest of the trip had been as eventful as their first few minutes in the forest—as weak as Oz and Alice were now, their only options were to run and hide from monsters.

 Unfortunately, on this mountain this meant a lot of running and hiding. Gil’s arms were sore from dragging Alice away; she honestly thought she could take on every beast they met and Gil didn’t have nearly enough healing magic to prove her wrong.

 As they reached a plateau on the top, a large field filled with wildflowers, Gil was too exhausted to do anything more than just collapse. He stared up at the night sky, surprised. The afternoon felt like it had only been minutes ago, and yet there the stars were, twinkling above. “Is this it?”

 “I hope so.” A worn Oz lay down on the long grasses next to him, sounding as ragged as Gil felt. For all of his adventuring, his stamina had always been terrible. “We just need to find the berries now, right?”

 “And then make it back down.” Gil covered his eyes with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. A sickly-sweet scent filled his lungs and he coughed. “That’s strong.”

 “It’s disgusting.” Next to him, Oz wrinkled his nose. Despite his affection for sweets, he didn’t like the cloying scent either. “What are these flowers?”

 “Not sure.” Gil looked to his right, at the flower brushing his cheek. It had a dark lilac colour, barely visible in the moonlight. Neon blue spots dotted the petals, giving the plant an eerie look. Something about it tickled his memory as he slowly sat up. “Where have I seen that before?”

 “A book?” Oz guessed flippantly. Lifting his head, he scanned their surroundings. “Where’s Alice?”

 “Hmm?” Still focused on the flower, he glanced around haphazardly. The field was penned with trees, though they were so far out he couldn’t make out their individual shapes. “Maybe in the forest? Or by the bushes?”

 “Alice?” Oz called out, scrambling to his feet despite his aching limbs. There wasn’t a response, just the wind through the trees, and he yelled again, “ALICE!”

 This time, a small voice called out. Gil couldn’t make out the words. To their left, a small figure dashed toward them, growing bigger until he could make out Alice’s bright grin. “Oz!”

 “There you are!” Oz relaxed. Clasping his hands behind him, he acted as though he hadn’t been worried seconds ago. “Where’d you go?”

 “To the berries of course.” Alice snorted, holding out her right hand to reveal a small pile of the very berries they were looking for. “Unlike you lazy bones, I can get the job done.”

 For once, Gil was too tired to argue. He merely plucked on, inspecting it. It was a bright yellow, like the sun, and the leaves had an oval-like shape outlined with prickly points. All in all, it looked just like the ones Break had shown him before. Begrudgingly, he praised her. “Good job.”

 Alice lit up. “It was a good job, right?”

 She beamed happily at him before leaning forward expectantly. Gil sighed and reached out, patting her head. “That’s what I said.”

 She bounced on her feet before she stood up straight once more. “Now we can get big again!”

 Oz gingerly took one berry from her hand, eyeing it thoughtfully. “These are the right ones, right?”

 “Gil just said they were,” Alice pouted, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk.

 “If I die, I’m haunting you,” Oz muttered before swallowing the berry. He scowled. “That’s even sweeter.”

 “It’s like honey,” Alice added, utterly enamoured. She ate another one before Gil could stop her.

 “Hey, wait!” Gil snatched the rest of the berries out of her hand. A few were crushed between his fingers, their delicious juices dripping down his fingers. His raised his hand out of her reach. “You don’t know what eating more could do to you.”

 “But it tastes so good,” Alice grumbled, jumping up to grab the sweet treat. When it was obvious that she couldn’t reach, she stomped on his foot.

 “Ouch!” Gil glared at her, stepping back. “You stupid rabbit—”

 “Seaweed head—” Alice growled back.

 “Nothing’s happening,” Oz interrupted smoothly, frowning. He looked at his hands. “I’m not getting taller.” He paused. “Or older.”

 “Why in that order—” Gil shook his head, focusing on the actual issue. He glanced at Alice, who still couldn’t reach his chest, let alone his shoulders. “Alice isn’t either.”

 “That’s strange…” Oz sat down once more, plucking a flower and twirling it between his fingers. “Maybe it takes time?”

 “Or maybe you have to sleep…” Gil trailed off, realization dawning. Crouching, he inspected the flowers once more before covering his mouth. “Cover your mouths!”

 It was too late. He heard a soft thud, followed by another, and he found both Alice and Oz passed out. His own vision was going dark and he silently swore before collapsing as well.

 -x-

 “They’re so cute,” Lacie cooed, tucking a lock behind her ear as she stared down at her daughter and her friends. The trio were curled up together, instinctively seeking each other even when unconscious. “I need a picture.”

 “Lacie,” Oswald murmured, giving her a baleful look as he crouched next to Alice. They were breathing at least. “We need to take them back.”

 “Do we?” Lacie sighed, pouting slightly as she knelt next to Oz. Her puffy dress spread around her like a mushroom. She gently pushed his hair out of his face. “They look so peaceful.”

 Break poked Gil’s cheeks, chuckling. It was obvious they were master and apprentice; their uniforms were far too similar to claim otherwise. “They do. We should draw on their faces.”

 That stopped Oswald and he looked at Break, his expression blank. “What?”

 “It’ll be fun!” Break chuckled, glancing at the field around them. In the day, the flowers were closed, the air crisp and clean. “It’ll be a punishment for not bringing us with them. And for entering this field at night. They should have known better.”

 “Yep.” Lacie nodded sagely, already pulling out a marker from her purse. “These flowers’ scents are like a sleeping spell. They should have remembered.”

 “None of them paid attention to my lessons.” Break raised a sleeve and wiped an imaginary tear.

 “Or my training.” Lacie hunched forward, sighing sadly.

 Already hoisting Alice in his arms, Oswald looked back and forth between the pair. They both looked at him with watery eyes and he flinched.  “I guess…”

 And just like that, they both grinned, pulling out markers from who-knows-where. “Great!” Lacie chirped, drawing a spiral on Oz’s cheek.

 “He’ll never forget,” Break chimed in, giving Gilbert glasses and a mustache.

 Oswald held Alice tighter. Maybe he should just save her and run.

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torment / chapter 3

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For the next two nights, my dreams were plagued by Michael. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hand gripping the back of my chair, his hair falling into his face, the gold chain peeking out from under his shirt, and how it would look against bare skin, his or mine…

Stupid. I’d barely said a word to this guy, and I was dreaming about him? Like some vapid schoolgirl with a crush. It wasn’t like me at all, I felt like a different person. Something about his eyes, the way they pierced right through me like a laser, made me feel exposed.

I decided that morning to put him out of my mind completely, or do my very best to. The warlocks being on civil terms with the witches didn’t mean anything. Trying to reassure myself, I thought, I may never see him again. I ignored how that thought made my stomach flip, dread gnawing at my insides.

“What has you so upset?” Penny, the witch who stayed in the room next door to mine, asked. “I could feel it through the wall.” She plopped down onto my bed with concern plastered across her face.

Penny was an empath to extreme levels. She felt what you felt, exactly how you felt it. When she was younger, she told me she had to avoid crowded rooms because the mix of emotions made her vomit. Now, with years at the Academy under her belt, she’d learned to control it – but somehow my emotions had knocked a hole through the drywall and her willpower.

“I’m fine.” I replied.

Penny frowned. “That’s bullshit, and you know I know. What’s going on in your head, Ly?”

I sighed. “The warlocks. I can’t figure them out, or what they’re up to. Makes me uneasy.”

I figured that wasn’t totally a lie. A half-truth – I was worried about the warlocks. I just failed to tell her it was one in particular that was bothering me.

“I feel you,” Penny said casually, and I smiled because she did, literally. “But if Cordelia thinks this is a good idea, I trust her judgment. You should too.”

She was right. But something about the whole thing just felt off.

“I had my doubts,” Cordelia appeared in the doorway, giving us both a fright. Our Supreme had a habit of sneaking up on people.

“I understand your apprehension. But I think that unity is in the coven’s best interests. I wouldn’t have invited them otherwise.” Cordelia said.

“I know. We trust you.” I nodded. I hated the idea of Cordelia thinking we didn’t have faith in her. She was the best woman and witch I’d ever known.

“You two better get ready for lessons.” Cordelia concluded, before drifting out of the room.

After hours of potion-making and practising tricky incantations, we had finished up for the day and a few girls were lounging in the sitting room. I was playing cards with Zoe, a witch-version of those memory games you play in grade school. Instead of guessing with memory, I guessed with divination. It wasn’t my strong suit; she beat me four to one.

The rest of the girls stepped into the room, followed by Cordelia. We all sat up straighter, knowing something was coming. She only called all of us into one room if there was an important announcement to make.

“My girls. Ariel and I have had several meetings over the last few days. We think what we all need is some fun,” She smiled.

We all paid more attention.

“Next Saturday, we are attending a ball. A reconciliation ball, for witches and warlocks to come together and enjoy themselves. A celebration.” Even Cordelia looked excited as she explained.

Girls squealed and immediately burst into chatter we pounced at the chance to get dressed up.

“We’re taking a trip into town tomorrow, after your morning lessons. All of you will pick out a dress, or suit if you prefer. I want you all to visualise your truest form, and show up as them. Pick whatever makes you feel most like your most beautiful, confident, powerful selves.” Cordelia said.

---

“Does this look ‘me’ enough?” Zoe asked, holding a lilac blazer up to her slender frame.

“I think you’ll look stunning in anything.” I assured her. We’d been into three shops already and I still hadn’t found the perfect dress.

“I don’t know why I’m even bothering. Nobody has asked me.” Penny lamented as she tried on another jumpsuit.  

There was gossip that some witches had been asked to the ball already. Apparently, some warlocks had sent notes, enchanted to sing on arrival. The peak of romance, as far as the younger witches were concerned.

“Who cares? We’re going together anyway. Date or no date, we go together. Sisters.” Zoe asserted, rubbing Penny’s shoulder.

Flicking through another rack, my fingers landed on something red and velvet. I pulled the gown out to get a better look, purely indulging a fantasy that it might suit me. It was strapless, structured around the bodice with a flowing skirt.

“Lyla! Try it on.” Zoe exclaimed, shoving me into the change room.

“I doubt it’ll even fit…and red really isn’t my colour.” I sighed. I stepped out once I’d slipped it on, needing Zoe’s help to zip me up.

Looking up into my reflection, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Is it too much? It’s a little bold for me.”

“You look hot! You have to get it, Ly. I’m convinced nothing else will look this good. It’s like it was made for you.” Penny grinned from behind me, squeezing my hips.

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In the week leading up to the ball, the doorbell rang constantly. Each time, a girl would answer the door and close it with the hugest grin, pleased with their date. Each time, my irrational heart raced, hoping it would be someone for me. Each time, I was disappointed.

The dreams about Michael didn’t stop. I dreamed that he tapped on my window, climbed inside my room, and asked me softly. In my dreams, he was gentle and tender, not tense and severe like he acted at breakfast. In my dream, he whispered it, begging me to be his. Michael’s lips against the shell of my ear sent shivers through my entire body. When I woke up, I swore I could still feel his breath against my neck.

When the doorbell rang on Friday morning, I pitied the girl who was about to be asked to the ball this last minute. It was almost lunch time, but I hadn’t had classes that day, so I was studying in the sitting room in my pyjamas. Annoyed at the disruption, I moped over to the door.

“Hey, who are you looking for, I’ll go get h-” I was cut off as I opened the door and met his eyes.

Michael stood in the middle of the front patio, holding a thin black box.

“Michael – hi,” I stumbled over my words, suddenly embarrassed of my pyjamas so late in the day. He must think I have no life. “So, who are you here to see? Most of them are upstairs.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You, actually.” He said evenly. My eyes must have widened, because he licked his lips, “Are you surprised to see me?”

“I guess. I just wasn’t expecting it.” I shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“Why? Who were you expecting?” His expression darkened, a crease forming in his brow. I could feel his walls going up…was he jealous?

“Nobody.” I said quickly. I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to see him, even if he made me uneasy. He was magnetic – it felt like there was a rope tied around me, pulling me closer to him.

His smile returned, smug. “Well, in that case, you’re coming with me to the ball.” He declared.

I raised an eyebrow. “And you’re not asking, just telling?”

“Precisely,” He said smoothly. He held out the thin black box. I reached out, and his fingertips grazed mine. I stared at his hand for a beat too long before I took the gift.

“You didn’t have to get anything. I can’t accept this.” I rushed.

“You haven’t even opened it yet.” He spoke softly. His intense gaze made my cheeks hot.

I pried the box open carefully, and saw the glint of cubic zirconia in the sunlight. The wind was almost knocked out of me. A thin chain of gems formed the most delicate choker I’d ever seen. I imagined it wrapped around my throat, and then I imagined Michael helping me clasp it, his fingertips grazing my neck. I shivered.

“Michael. I can’t take this. You don’1t even know me.” I said quickly.

“They’re real. I wouldn’t give you fakes,” He said, his nose wrinkled with disdain.

“How did you-” I whispered.

How did you know I thought they were fake? How did you afford this? How did you end up in my life, on my doorstep like this? A million questions raced through my mind at once.

“Wear it tomorrow.” He commanded softly, interrupting my internal monologue. I got the sense that it was an order, not a request.

“I – okay.” I gulped, unsure of how else to respond.

Michael smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Meet me there.”

“I’ll see you then.” I said meekly, feeling a little lightheaded. This was all too much.

“Oh, and Lyla,” Michael reached his fingertips out as I retreated back inside. My name in his mouth was a dream, the way he drew out the syllables like he savoured it. I felt a pull like gravity towards him; he was the sun.

“Sweet dreams.” He spoke, before the door swung shut.

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Saturday evaporated into thin air – the hours seemed to fly by, and I was quickly running out of time to get ready. I’d often find myself distracted, thinking about what he meant yesterday. Sweet dreams. It had to mean something, but it didn’t make any sense. Could he hear my thoughts? Did he know I’d dreamed about him? Could he hear how my heart raced whenever he looked at me? Could he tell how I was somehow both attracted to and afraid of him?

When my hair and makeup was finally done, I fiddled with the clasp of the choker Michael gave, struggling to latch it.

“Need a hand?” Penny offered. I bowed my head as she helped me. “Woah. When did you get this?” She asked.

“Um – yesterday. Michael kind of…gave it to me.” I confessed.

Penny’s fingernails dug into my shoulder. “You like him!” She yelled excitedly.

“I guess there’s no point trying to lie to you, right?” I blushed.

“Damn, you really like this kid. Dreaming about him?” She said, hands on her hips.

“How did you know that?” I questioned.

She closed her eyes and moaned exaggeratedly, “Michael, Michael.”

She told me she’d heard me talking in my sleep when she got up for a glass of water last night. I was mortified.

“Just…be careful. I can’t feel him. Usually, I can sense someone like that, someone we know. When he was here, I couldn’t feel anything. It was like I was in the dark.” She murmured.  

Penny’s warning stuck with me because I didn’t stop thinking about it all night.

When we arrived at the ball, I stepped out of the car carefully, so I didn’t step on my dress. My heels were a little too high for comfort, but I felt unstoppable.

There was a set of wide marble steps up to the ballroom, and inside the building glowed gold and warm.

I looked for Michael, hoping to find him waiting for me outside. My heart sank to my stomach when he wasn’t. Immediately assuming the worst, I thought he’d stood me up. Of course he did. This stupid ball didn’t mean anything. He’d invited me for a laugh with his boys. He never wanted to come in the first place. It wasn’t his scene.

“Earth to Lyla. Are you ready to head in?” Zoe asked. She looked like a badass in her purple blazer, tapered black pants and heels.

“Yeah.” I mumbled, linking arms with my sisters and walking towards the building.

We were only a few steps from the entrance when a strong hand grabbed my waist, pulling me away. I was about to scream when I saw Michael’s smirk in the shadows. I flinched at his touch, but his eyes lured me closer. Zoe frowned, but told me she’d see me inside. Her raised eyebrows silently said, If I don’t see you inside in ten minutes, I’m calling a search party.

When we were alone, tucked into the dark space between a marble pillar and the fence, Michael’s eyes almost glowed in the dark. His stare didn’t break from mine once.

I shrunk into myself, avoiding his skin. His bottom lip jutted out.

“You were so hot last time. Your skin, I mean. It burned me.” I rubbed my arm at the memory.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He smiled innocently. “You look beautiful.” He said, hands around my waist, keeping me locked against his body. It was warm, but not scalding. I relaxed into his arms. With anyone else, this would be too much, too fast. With Michael, I felt like I couldn’t get close enough.

“You too.” I was breathless.

“I look beautiful?” He laughed.

“Yes.” I said, without hesitation. He did – his suit was pressed immaculately, black jacket over black shirt, with a thin black tie. His shoes were polished, his hair was brushed out and wavy, and this time, his thin gold chain was hanging out neatly underneath the collar of his shirt. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that somehow it was because he knew – he knew how much I thought about that damn chain, dangling over me. It was a taunt.

He grinned. I’d never seen him smile like that. Being the reason behind it made my heart hammer in my chest.

“Are you nervous?” He was smug.

“Maybe. Are you?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes. I wanted to know that I had just as much of an effect on him as he did on me.

“You wore it.” He whispered, bringing a long finger up to my throat, tracing the thin chain of diamonds there. Goosebumps sprang to the surface of my skin.

“I did. Thank you – I don’t think I actually said that yesterday.” I closed my eyes, melting at his touch.

“You’re welcome.”

I tugged at his chain softly, “I like this. You should wear it out more.”

“I know you do.” He smiled. He looped my arm through his, nodding gentlemanly. My mind reeled through the possibilities of what he meant by that as we walked in together.

Zoe’s head was swivelling around the room, waiting for me to enter. Once she saw me in one piece, she smiled and waved me over.

“Will you come sit with us?” I asked Michael.

He was scanning the room, too preoccupied to hear me.

I squeezed his arm, and he snapped back to attention. “Come sit over here with me.” I repeated.

His lips twisted, considering it. “I shouldn’t. They’re your friends.”

“Just come.” I pleaded.

He rolled his eyes, and it was then that I knew he had a soft spot for me. He stood up taller, and we walked to our table.

Over dinner, I took the opportunity to get inside his head a little. I had to figure out how he knew so much, and how he made it feel like I had a magnet in my ribcage, drawn only to him.

“You said you’ve only been at Hawthorne for a few weeks. How did you end up there?” I asked.

He paused halfway through cutting his steak. He seemed to consider his next words carefully.

“I got myself into some trouble, my powers got a little out of control. Somehow, Ariel found me. He got me out of there, and I didn’t look back.” He smiled sweetly.

“Got you out of where?” I asked.

“A jail cell.” He replied darkly. I saw the flicker of a smile in his eyes.

I froze. The sudden realisation that I didn’t know the first thing about Michael hit me like a tonne of bricks. I had no idea who he really was. But here, sitting elbow to elbow with him, wearing diamonds he bought, I thought, who the hell am I?

“How did they find you, the Academy?” He asked politely. It always felt like a power play – I asked a question, he ignored it or gave me a half-answer, and then he’d ask another question like nothing had happened.

“I broke my teacher’s arm.” I said flatly.

He grinned, clearly entertained. I softened a little – when he listened to me, he really listened. He watched me intensely and nodded with encouragement. He made me feel like the only person in the room.

“So, Michael,” Penny called from across the table, breaking our bubble of conversation and bringing us into the rest of the group. Next to her was Jerome, Zoe, and a few other warlocks I didn’t know well. “What’s your story?” She asked. She was watching his every move like a predator.

“Not much to tell. I just started at Hawthorne not long ago. I’ve been fortunate enough to do well in my classes. Favourite colour is red.” He replied cheekily.

Under the table, his hand came to rest on my knee, drawing soft, absentminded circles against the velvet. I pretended it wasn’t happening, despite the swarm of butterflies in my stomach. He gave me a sly look out of the corner of his eye.

“What are your parents like?” I asked.

He smiled with raised eyebrows, giving me a look that said, I know you’re trying, but it’s not working. He was being strangely evasive, even for a reserved person. “My father wasn’t around much, and I never knew my mother.” Michael explained, his hand travelling up to my thigh.

He was trying to distract me, but I wouldn’t have it. I felt terrible for asking, but I had to know more. I had to understand him. “Who raised you?” I blurted out.

“I stayed with a few different relatives growing up, before a…family friend took me in. Miriam Mead – the best woman I know. Closest thing to a mom that I have.”

“What’s she like?” I asked, pressing further.

“Let’s dance, shall we?” He said through a fake smile, taking my hand and pulling me forcefully towards the dancefloor. It kind of hurt. The worst part is that I didn’t even care – he could drag me to hell and I’d still follow him.

Not many other people were dancing, but everything else faded away once his arms were around me. I was totally entranced.

“What do you want?” Michael growled, the sound low and menacing.

It shocked me. I was suddenly aware of how much taller and bigger he was than me, and how easily he could hurt me if he wanted to.

“What do you mean?” I asked, pulling away.

He yanked me back into place, holding me hard against his chest. “You’re pretty, but you’re not dumb. What are you playing at?”

Despite my heart pounding, I felt my cheeks go pink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Michael. But I have questions, so many of them.” I shot back hotly.

“Fine. Your turn.” He spat, keeping us gliding effortlessly across the floor. To an outsider, we looked like any other couple dancing.

“Can you read minds?” I whispered. I don’t know why I felt like it had to be kept a secret. I had a feeling Michael was a lot more powerful than he let on.

“Yes. My turn. Who are you, really? What are you trying to do, finding out so much about me?” His eyes narrowed, snake-like.

“I’m Lyla, and I’m just trying to figure you out.” I squared my jaw.

“Figure me out.” He mused, hand gliding across the small of my back.

I nodded. “My turn. How did you burn me last week, when you touched my arm?” I asked.

Michael looked down at his feet, his first sign of insecurity all night. “I lost control,” He sighed.  “You…make me feel like I could lose control, all the time. I have to be careful.” Golden hair fell into his eyes. I brushed a lock aside and my fingers lingered by his ear, feeling how warm his skin was.

“I’m stronger than I look. You don’t have to worry so much.” I lied. My heart was jackhammering against my ribcage.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I could kill you, Lyla. And I don’t want that. Not yet, anyway.” He smiled.

“How old are you?” I asked Michael, for the second time.

“That’s two questions, wait your turn.” He chided. He craned down to my level, brushing his lips against where my neck met my shoulder.

“Why are you so weird about age?” I whispered.

“Because it’s a very long and difficult story, one for another time. Can you just dance with me?” He murmured. He clung to me like static.

I sighed, leaning against his chest. His lips still dragged softly against my skin, and my nerve endings felt like live wires. When he reached my ear, I could feel his smile against my skin. Memories of my dreams from the nights before flashed like déjà vu. I opened my mouth to ask him about it, but he silenced me by squeezing my hip.

I wasn’t going to get all my questions answered tonight, but this was a start.

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[ejzah]

A/N: Based of a post were I suggested that the team competes in various events during the downtime created by the lockdown. A full story was requested by someone. If you would like to claim it, let me know in the comments.

As you might expect, this is filled with ridiculousness.

***

“That’s it, you’re disqualified, G!” Sam declared as he yanked a throwing knife out of the wall, the handle still shaking from being recently hurled.

“Why am I disqualified?”

“You almost hit me in the head!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been standing so close to the target.” As they continued to bicker, Eric, Nell, Kensi, and Deeks sat down on the bleachers set up in the gym.

“I wonder how long this argument is going to take.” Nell said, sounding mildly disinterested. Over the course of the day, they had competed against each other in various events, including completing a hundred pushups, a 100 meter sprint, non-dominant hand shooting, and miniature basketball.

The day long competition was the result of them all having far too much idle time while most of the state was in some form of lockdown.

Sam, Kensi and Deeks had been neck and neck for the pushups. Nell had given up after 10 in favor of watching Deeks and Sam finish. In the end, Sam had beat Kensi by three. Kensi and Deeks had tied in the sprint, which had resulted in a mini argument over whether or not they could have two winners and Sam had easily won in the shooting event. Callen had won the mini-basketball round.

“Well, I’d say it depends on how quickly Sam figures out that Callen is messing with him,” Deeks said, settling in for a good half hour of debate.

“How do you guys wear this stuff all the time?” Eric asked, doing a weird half lunge thing as he frowned down at his under armor shorts. “I always feel like it’s squeezing me to death.”

“Well, it does have its perks,” Deeks commented, wiggling his eyebrows at Kensi as he glanced pointedly at her strappy black sports bra.

“Mm, yes it does,” Nell agreed, eyeing his chest appreciatively. Deeks looked down at his skin tight tank top and shrugged.

“Anyway,” Kensi said, rolling her eyes. “We should probably intervene or we’ll never get to the next event.”

“You just want to get your trophy,” Deeks teased her.

“Hey I won the knife throwing competition fair and square. No one else even came close.”

***

“C’mon Deeks!” Kensi shouted, clapping her hands as Deeks and Callen went up against each other on the climbing walls. “You can do this! Climb faster!” She��d already lost against Callen earlier and had taken sides. Nell had also joined Deeks’ side, but Eric seemed torn.

“G, don’t do this to me again!” Sam shouted over Kensi’s encouragement. Deeks thought he heard Callen mutter something sarcastic about not being a show monkey.

Deeks was about 2/3 of the way up with Callen several feet under him. He grabbed the next two handholds, propelling himself another two feet. To the sound of Nell and Kensi’s combined shouts, he climbed the last few feet and touched the top.

“Yes baby!” Kensi cheered as he dropped onto the mat below. Callen let himself fall too and said,

“Well, thank god that’s over.”

“Unbelievable,” Sam said, sounding deeply disappointed. “How could you let him win again?” Callen stood up, breathing heavily with his hands on his hips.

“Once again, he’s got longer arms and have you seen his muscles these days? His arms are like freaking trees,” Callen pointed out. “Besides, I beat you.”

“I have more weight to lift.” Before Callen could respond to that, Nell cut in.

“I believe it’s time for the three-legged race.”

“Ooh, I won the three-legged race every year at my summer camp,” Eric said excitedly. He extended his arm to Nell. “Shall we, M’Lady?”

***

“How are you this uncoordinated?” Kensi shouted at Deeks as they tumbled to the ground for the third time in a minute. Sam and Callen were only doing marginally better; if he’d been less focused on not falling, Deeks would have found the sight of them fumbling around hilarious.

“I don’t know, maybe because one of my legs is tied to yours?” he suggested sarcastically, groaning as he Kensi tried to stand up and ended up yanking at his bound leg.

“As the only married couple, we should be better at this.” Kensi sounded ready to kill him and he tried to sync his movements with hers.

Ahead of them, Nell and Eric were somehow managing to move at an impressive speed despite their vastly different heights.

Kensi growled as they fell yet again.

“This is a cruel, cruel sport,” Deeks sighed. In the time it took them to get back up, Eric and Nell crossed the finish line and immediately hugged, jumping up and down in excitement.

Deeks released the Velcro brace wrapped around his left leg, rubbing at the sore spot the rough material had left as they slowly walked across the field.

“Congratulations,” Kensi told Eric and Nell, managing a smile despite her disappointment.

“Thanks, but it was all Eric,” Nell said, giving him a proud look. “He’s a great leader.”

“Oh, I’m only as good as my partner,” Eric insisted, one arm wrapped around her waist.

“You two are disgusting,” Sam commented, trying to brush grass stains off his clothes.

***

“Nell, how often do you play mini golf?” Callen asked, sounding suspicious as Nell tapped her bright blue golf ball through a windmill and straight into a hole marked with a white 16.

“I may or may not have lived near a course when I was a kid,” Nell answered with a grin. She sank another ball with a single tap. “We played every weekend for a couple summers.”

“I should’ve known when you insisted we include it in the competition,” Kensi commented. She was a few strokes behind Nell and one in front of Deeks.

“Hey, I play to my strengths.” Nell shrugged, not seeming in any hurry to get to the next hole.

“At least the rest of us are doing better than Eric and Sam,” Deeks said, nodding to where Sam and Callen were struggling to get past a river that kept swallowing the ball and spitting it back out on the other side.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sam this angry,” Callen said, his voice filled with poorly concealed humor. As they watched, Sam shouted something and threw his club across the course where it landed in the middle of a small sandpit. “I better go calm him down before we get kicked out.”

“Maybe we should cancel this event. I mean, this is just supposed to be for fun,” Kensi said, watching Sam stalk away as Callen tried to talk to him. Eric was still futilely whacking at his ball.

“Not a chance,” Nell said fiercely, pausing to line her club up to the ball. She swung, the blue tennis skirt she’d chosen to wear swishing with her movement, and smiled in satisfaction as she got another hole in one. “I won this trophy and no one is taking it away from me.”

“Nothing like a game of mini golf to foster familial goodwill,” Deeks commented wryly.

***

Beep beep beep.

“Alright, pencils down,” Nell announced to the sound of frantic scratching. Deeks leaned back, having finished his 10th Scattegories list several seconds early.

Kensi swore under her breath and tossed her pencil down, glaring malevolently at him.

“Ok, starting with Eric, gifts/presents, terms of endearment, kinds of dances, things that are black, vehicles, tropical locations, college majors, dairy, products, things in a souvenir shop, and world records,” Nell said. “And they all must start with the letter L.”

By now her voice was hoarse and she sounded like a teacher who had spent all day corralling misbehaving students. It wasn’t far off.

“Alright, I have Lady Lark, locket, love, nothing, nothing, Land Rover, Latin, nothing, leg warmers, lip balm, and nothing,” Eric rattled off, looking a little stressed. He’d taken his jacket off half an hour ago, apparently overheated by the pressures of the game.

Nell sighed, crossing a couple things off her list.

“Ok, Callen?” He’d been toe to toe with Deeks for the last five rounds and seemed pretty confident. Clearing his throat dramatically, he started reading off his list.

“Lewis and Clark, lima beans, lima beans, lima beans-“

“Wait a second, you just said ‘lima beans’ three times in a row,” Sam interrupted.

“Lima beans would make a great present in my opinion,” Callen said, leaning back in his chair and twirling his pencil carelessly.

“Well, I don’t. Besides, you can’t use the same thing more than once.” Callen sighed and tossed his paper on the table.

“Then you’re probably not going to like the rest of this list.”

“You seriously wrote down lima beans 11 times?” Kensi asked and he shrugged again.

“At this point, I just want the game to be over,” he said, earning a disgusted sound from Sam.

Kensi, Nell, and Sam all read off their lists, scratching of a word here and there. Deeks had insisted that he go last for each round, to give them a better appreciation of his brilliance. No one had argued, but that might have been more for the sake of expediency than that they actually cared. When it was his turn, he noisily cleared his throat.

“Lincoln, as in Abraham, lingerie,” he paused to glance at Kensi who rolled her eyes. “Ladybird, lap dance, lemurs, Lamborghini, Laos, law, low fat yogurt, a license, and liquor,” Deeks said, dropping his board on the table with a smug expression. “Boom.”

“Damn,” Eric muttered. “Why didn’t I think of lap dancing?”

“Because you have an ounce of self-respect,” Kensi said a little meanly, which Deeks put down to her losing another round.

“Ok, so Deeks is officially the winner,” Nell announced, to no ones surprise.

He took a bow, dodging Kensi’s elbow.

***

“G, that’s not a word,” Sam sighed, gesturing for Callen to move the letter tiles he’d just laid down. The board was covered with a grid of words. Deeks had most recently added “erotic”, built off of Kensi’s “elbow”. Sam hadn’t liked Deeks’ word either, but didn’t have grounds to protest it.

“Yes, it is,” Callen insisted. “And now I’m out of tiles too and since that’s 7 with a triple word score, I win.”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Kensi argued, crossing her arms as she glared at him. She’d played extremely competitively, contesting almost as many words as Sam. “You used an already existing word, so you can’t use the ‘s’.”

“And it’s not a real word.”

“It’s in the Harry Potter books.” Callen lifted his hands like that was definite proof, leaning back with a grin. “So I’d say it’s a real word.”

“Actually “lumos” is adapted from the Latin word “lumen”, Deeks explained, “so it’s really a made up word and even if it wasn’t, foreign words aren’t allowed or I would have killed this game.”

“I’m not taking it off.”

“Let’s never do this again,” Nell said to Eric from where they were sitting off to the sides as Sam pulled out a giant dictionary.

“But we’re still getting trophies, right?” he asked worriedly. Nell snorted.

“Of course. I am the champion of mini golf after all.”

***

A/N: Just for fun little side note, I really dislike mini golf. One of the first times I played (I was a teenager), got so mad that I had a similar reaction to Sam’s. Ever since my family has been very cautious around me while playing the game.

And Callen with the lima beans is also based on a real-life anecdote.

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[formulazero]

You've created a racing team last week so how about a another team but in a non motor-sport of your choice. Which driver would be in your team? Which sport would you choose? Who would be captain (if it's a team sport)? Who would be the coach?

hello fe anon!!

so a little while back i assigned the f1 2020 grid seats/boats/etc. as if they were a crew and i am just going to do that again but for the fe 2021 grid

this got mad long! it will be below the cut.

i’m not gonna limit myself to just 8s & other sweep boats bc thats boring as fuck SO:

our first boat is gonna be the eight though and that would be: nyck cox, sam stroke, oliver turvey 7seat, nico 6seat, edo 5seat, tom 4seat, max 3seat, andre 2seat, jev bow. this is a bit of a weird lineup, but hear me out. nyck is coxing because hes pocket sized. sorry nyck. i also think he would be good at it, though!! he’s loud but very calm & i think he’d be a good steady hand to steer and run the crew. sam would be an excellent stroke– consistent, strong, That Bitch– and oli turvey– also consistent & strong & that bitch– would round out that pair very well. think the two of them together are pretty smart & would be able to respond to nyck’s direction very well. nico, edo, tom, & max are all pretty strong and consistent they just have middle of the 8 vibes idk what to tell u. very strongly believe that nico and tom are port & edo and max are starboard. its the vibes. our bow pair is ofc jeandre because they work very well together & they have bow pair energy. really its just vibes but it makes sense trust me

our second boat would be a quad with antonio bow, robin 2seat, alex lynn 3seat, and mitch stroke. feel like mitch is pretty consistent & steady, & antonio is generally pretty aware of his surroundings & good at steering/leading his crew/whatever. think robin would be an EXCELLENT seat pair w/ antonio & the same for alex w/ mitch. overall, a pretty synched up, fast boat! they would 100% be so annoying off the water though like could you IMAGINE. these are the bitches that put a hammock up in the trailer and somehow you’re both jealous that you didnt think of it sooner and annoyed because you can’t put your shit in the trailer with how low they tied it

our third boat is a séb (bow) and oliver rowland (stroke) double because i think it would be fun and also its very perfect for the two of them

our fourth boat is gonna be the novice four of nick stroke, jake 2seat, norman 3seat, and sergio in bow, coxed by alexander sims. theyre strong but a mess. don’t worry, they’ll get the hang of it! they’re in good hands w/ alexander, he’s calm and knows what he’s doing. 

our fifth boat is a double (because fuck pairs all my homies hate pairs. also doubles my beloved <3) of stoffel (stroke) and pascal (bow). its a weird pairing, but it makes sense. stof is consistent & determined, & pascal is really dynamic & smart. theyd work well together, i think!

our coaches are the audi boys! rene’s head coach, he makes sure the novices don’t drown & makes sure shit is running. lucas is the asshole coach that knows a lot about what he’s talking about and is super helpful but also you’re scared of him and you don’t want him to pay attention to you on test piece days. and yes, daniel is here too, because i miss him. daniel is the coach that used to row for the team but got too old and doesn’t have anything better to do so he’s kinda one of the boys except he’s driving the launch now

anyway thats a super long breakdown but i stand by it <3

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