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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 years

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What do your elf eyes see? Runaan and Nyx

This is exactly the kind of distraction I needed today, so please feel free to get inordinately excited about this like I did.

First, a collection of fun but seemingly unrelated eye facts in TDP:

Runaan has mild heterochromia, with his left eye being just a little lighter in hue than his right.

Viren’s eyes are gray, until Aaravos puts bug spit on one of them and turns it a nice purple like his own astral-projection eyes.

Nyx has obvious heterochromia, with one blue eye and one brown.

And the oasis in the Midnight Desert sure is fun, pretty, and mysterious.

Eyes are cool, eyes are fun. They’re pretty, and there’s some cool subtext about seeing clearly, vision, etc. etc. going on too.

But I’m gonna talk about color today. Actual literal eye color. And what it means for Runaan, Nyx, and the defense of Xadia.

Here’s a smidge of background: @kotikala had an awesome hc that Nyx was actually guarding the oasis, that her endless nomadic lifestyle was really so someone was always nearby for some reason. I added the observation that the big weird swoops in the black sand looked not-random, and kind of like huge (warding?) runes one might draw with the tail of an ambler, which could be refreshed against windstorms on every circuit around the desert.

The oasis is clearly Moonshadow. The obelisks, the towers, and even the tents are bristling with Moonshadow motifs.

Maybe Nyx is there because Skywings like to be mobile and Moonshadows don’t. And also because shadows are hard to come by in a desert.

So what does the oasis have to do with eyes?

Let’s set the scene with some S3 developments.

Viren’s eyes used to match, until Aaravos performed some kind of spell and turned one of them a different color.

The thing is, when one of Viren’s eyes changed color, so did one of Aaravos’s.

he looks so adorkable right side up, omg

Aaravos’s top of pupils, right and left:

Aaravos’s bottom of pupils, right and left:

In the dungeon, too, because lighting is lighting and I don’t have a 3D turnaround for his astral form:

Aaravos’s top of pupils, right and left:

Aaravos’s bottom of pupils, right and left:

His right eye, presumably, has changed to match more closely with Viren’s right, as if he has given up some of his color to affect it.

*rubs hands gleefully* So let’s take a look at Nyx and Runaan’s eyes. If their left eyes have some kind of similar connection, the blue of her left eye should match pretty closely with the blue of his right eye. So, just a quick dropper test to get us started:

Bottom of Nyx’s left and Runaan’s right eyes:

Top of Nyx’s left and Runaan’s right eyes:

UMM!!

I... I can barely tell them apart, guys. And I can’t remember who’s is whose, so:

<Mythbuster> Remember kids, the difference between science and messing around is writing it down. </Mythbuster>

Runaan, upper iris, right eye (bg color is Nyx):

Nyx, upper iris, left eye (bg color is Runaan):

Runaan, lower iris, right eye (bg color is Nyx):

Nyx, lower iris, left eye (bg color is Runaan):

(They’re not perfectly identical--and pixels be pixels--but I don’t have a 3D turnaround headshot for Runaan to compare with Nyx’s, so I had to use a screenshot in the best lighting I could find. Even then, it’s nearly impossible for me to spot the difference.)

The design team could’ve picked any color for Nyx’s left eye if they only wanted her to be a cute Skywing with heterochromia. But they picked the colors of Runaan’s right eye. (btw I checked, and her right eye doesn’t match Ethari’s) And since we’ve seen Viren’s eye change color due to magic, and we can tell that Aaravos’s eyes don’t 100% match after the eye spell he did, I think this counts as a secret parallel in the show.

I think it means that Runaan can see through Nyx’s eye, at least sometimes. Probably with some extras that Aaravos just skipped over with Viren, like asking permission and being able to withdraw it. Consent is not Aaravos’s strong suit, but Runaan would want a willing ally for security’s sake--even if he has to work with a chaotic Skywing. (omg the Rayla parallels, omg the Callum parallels)

Why would Runaan want to do a spell like this? Security of the oasis. It’s a Moonshadow place, clearly very important since it’s guarded by the Wonderwall. And he’s the leader of the assassins. Security--protecting Xadia--is his whole job. Nyx could be some kind of ambling security camera for him.

Why would Nyx agree to something like this, though? This trope can be very iffy, and as we’ve seen with Viren, it’s easy to abuse it. Maybe their arrangement gives her almost complete autonomy in the desert with no one pestering her except some random bossy Moonshadow elf every full moon or something, and he’s not even there in person, he just knocks on her eye and asks to take a look around for a second, maybe to make sure the Wonderwall looks tip top and the tents are okay. (because Moonshadows like tents, apparently)

We don’t know anything about the oasis yet other than what it looks like, so maybe it doesn’t get much, or any, use, and Runaan’s connection to her is more of a Use In Case Of Emergency kind of thing and they’ve never even talked aside from when the spell was created. Either way, changing eye color via a watching spell might be a small price to pay for all the cool salvage she finds all over the desert while she’s “working.”

Additionally, Nyx’s staff has Moonshadow motifs in it. Moonshadow colors, Runaan’s actual shoulder markings, Moon rune points! I love headcanoning that Ethari made it for her--and then she used it to smack his arrow. What a chaos bird.

Rayla seems to recognize something about it, while Callum’s all “Something so strangely familiar.” Yeah, you think?

Alternately, there could be some angst in here. Just because Nyx has Runaan’s eye color and an Ethari Special in her hands doesn’t mean she really wants them. Maybe she, and maybe Runaan too, feel this is one of those “duty first” kinds of things. I can see Runaan making this part of his “my heart for Xadia” mentality, doing whatever it takes, but maybe this explains why Nyx is her particular brand of chaotic. Skywings like their independence, and living with the possibility of a broody Moonshadow borrowing your eye sometimes is likely less independence than Nyx would like if she had her druthers. If she didn’t enthusiastically sign up for the eye spell, she could act more rebellious and chaotic than she normally would--destroying lighthawks, stealing dragons, you know, the whole Hanna Solo bit.

If I had to guess, I’d go with some cooperative shenaniganry, like echoes of the Order of the Phoenix from 300 years ago. Standing against Aaravos put the elves all on the same side, so Runaan resigns himself to this extra duty pretty quickly, and Nyx finds a way to answer the question “But what’s in it for me?” pretty quickly.

As for how Runaan might use this, say, while he was in an extreme situation? Well, first of all, he wouldn’t if he was planning to die in Viren’s dungeon. If he called for help, he’d only be endangering more elves. Plus, his honor was a bit tattery at the moment, and he might’ve felt he didn’t deserve saving even if it were easy (don’t, don’t get me started).

And second, I’ve got no idea how their connection might function, except that it’s got to be different than Aaravos and Viren’s. Is it to do with her staff, maybe, and certain phases of the moon? That seems very Moonshadow.

Also, thirdly, I don’t know how much these two characters interact, so it’s possible Runaan “I have trust issues” of the Moonshadow Elves wouldn’t trust Nyx to carry a message for him to the nearest shady pawn broker, let alone Ethari. But I did think about it, ha. I’m really hoping now that we get to see some hints or use for this connection in future seasons, whenever we get to learn more about the oasis!

The only downside I’m getting from this wild detail and fun headcanoning is that I really enjoyed Nyx having natural heterochromia. But she’s still amazing, and her eyes are still brilliantly pretty, and I support her.

Anyway here’s Nyx giving Rayllum the bird.

I’m cackling at the thought that she gave it to Runaan at some point, too.

#tdp theory #tdp analysis #tdp headcanons #nyx #runaan #aaravos #viren #heterochromia #tdp parallels #ethari #midnight desert #moonshadow oasis #tdp

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mikkomacko · 5 years

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Wonderwall 2

"You're gonna be the one that saves me."

Dear mother,

I hope everything is going well with whatever it is you are doing at the ministry and I hope your friends are well.

I've spent time with Harry and I know father hates it, but I think it's good that him and I get closer considering our crowds are starting to merge.

He doesn't know of my magic or my history just like most. Zayn is still the only one I've shared this with and he's been an excellent friend ever since. I've yet to have an incident this year but I'm afraid one might happen soon. You see, I've been having these awful nightmares in which I'm trapped in a glass ball, buried under snow and fog. On the other side is someone familiar and I know they're in trouble but I can never get out to help.

I don't know if this a sign of something but the lack of sleep is starting to get to me. I've received multiple detentions for mouthing off and falling asleep in class, specifically Umbridge's class. Please don't worry about my schooling, Harry and Zayn have been helping me a lot. Zayn is trying to help me find a way to sleep better and I hope he does before I have another incident.

However, I'm starting to think that being around Harry and his friends is dangerous. I'd hate to lose control and hurt him or reveal something I'm not supposed to. As much as I enjoy being with him, I don't want to make his life any more complicated than it already is. Please send any advice if you have any and let me know if you and the others are ok.

-Sincerely, Lily S.Jackals

I watch Zayn climb down the ladder of the astronomy room, leaving me alone in the musty air with Professor Trelawny.

"Excuse me professor?" I fiddle with the strap of my bag, hesitantly approaching her. She faces me, hair a wild mane under the piece of cloth holding it down and eyes bugging out from under her thick glasses.

"Yes Ms. Jackals?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you about something?" I cringe, hating that I just asked to ask a question. She nods, encouraging me to go on before walking away from me, robes dragging on the floor. I watch her pull down a teacup from her cupboard.

"I've been having these dreams lately," I watch in confusion as she pours tea into the cup. "I'm stuck inside this glass ball and I can't get out. I know someone on the other side needs my help but I can't see or hear them."

"Sounds awful dear." Professor Trelawny brings over the cup of tea, shoving into my chest and spilling some over the edge. "Now drink up."

I gulp the hot tea down in one go, my throat tightening in protests against the burning liquid but I need answers as soon as possible. I don't have time to sit around and chat over tea with Professor Trelawny. I hand her my cup, waiting anxiously as she examines the tea in the bottom of the porcelain cup.

"I see a tree," She says thoughtfully. "of skeletons and bones." Her huge eyes flicker up to as if looking for a specific reaction. When I don't respond, she continues and I don't need to hear her words to know what the tea means.

"You've got a family of secrets that's holding you back, dear."

I nod stiffly, not even thanking her or bidding her good day and storm for the ladder, already devising a plan in my head. The only way I'm going to get answers is through my family. Speaking to my father is a lost cause, he's as hopeless as I am when it comes to opening up to others. Which leaves my mother. She's always followed everything my father says, even though they've never actually been together. I've pressed and pressed for answers as to why my family is split the way it is but it seems the only thing we all have in common are secrets.

"I always liked pens and pencils better than quills."

Zayn looks up at me through his dark eyelashes, nodding his agreement before looking back down at the paper in front of him. He traded in the black ink pen he was outlining with, grabbing a lead stained pencil instead.

"Would save a lot of time, not having to dip a quill in ink." He uses the pencil to fit some lead on my cheek, using his pinky to smudge it. I grin at the roundness it gives the drawing, always amazed at Zayn's artistic abilities

We're silent for a moment, the only sound around us being the scratch of Zayn shading his drawing and the muffled conversation of the students around us. It's peaceful, but it won't last. It's only a matter of time before Zayn decides to question me. It's about another minute before he softly clears his throat. "Did you find out what your dream meant?"

Careful to not move to much, I gently shrug. "Kind of. She just told me my family is hiding shit from me and I assume that's where the whole 'being in the dark' part of the dream is coming from."

Zayn cracks a toothy smile. "So nothing we didn't know."

"Nope," I laugh, running my fingers through my hair, realizing my mistake too late.

"Oh you bitch!" Zayn scoffs, dropping his sketchpad to the grass next to him. He huffs, pushing himself to his knees and crawling towards me.

"I forgot!"

"You always forget." He grumbles but he's got an amused grin on his lips. I roll my eyes, staying still as he slips his lead stanied fingers into my hair to fix the part. Taking peeks at his drawing, he manages to return my hair to the way it was before I ran my hands through it.

"Maybe if you'd stop distracting me."

"Maybe if you weren't such a dumbass."

"Runs in my family." I grin cheekily. Zayn laughs, returning to his little spot surrounded by pencils and pens, picking up his sketchpad.

"Think you got most of it from your father." He settles the pad in his lap, resuming his work.

"You could say that again."

Zayn flickers his eyes up to me again, the usual bit of sympathy that arises when my father is mentioned, swimming in them. "Are you going to try asking him about the secrets?"

I snort. "Like he'd ever answer me. I'd have to submit a formal letter to even get a chance to speak with him."

"What about your mom?"

"She's busy. I wrote her a letter last week, telling her about my dream and Harry."

"And?"

"Still no answer."

"Parents are fucking awesome."

I snicker, ignoring the heaviness in my chest to bask in how much I really love Zayn. Coming from disfunctional families, Zayn and I have always been able to make jokes out of each other's wrecked homes. It may not be a healthy coping skill but it sure helps.

Zayn's eyebrows pinch together. "Think your lion will be grumpy if he sees me drawing you?"

Confused, I respond, "No, why?"

A smirk tugs at Zayn's lips. "Because he's walking over."

I whirl around, catching sight of Harry walking towards us. He meets my eyes, grinning and walking faster.

"Are you serious?" Zayn groans but I ignore him, smiling at the way Harry's hair bounces with each step. I notice he's not being followed by his usual gang and while I love the rest of the boys, it's nice being with just Harry.

"Quit whining." I finally respond to Zayn, turning back around. "I'll see you later, ok?"

Zayn just nods, shooing me away with a careless wave of his hand. I clamber to my feet, turning around to face Harry, whose smile grows.

"M'not gonna be able to keep you still with him here." He shrugs and it it weren't for the lightness of his voice I'd be burning with guilt.

Before I can respond, Harry's falling onto the grass next to me with a soft thump. He spreads his legs out in front of him, leaning back on the palms of his hands.

"Hi," I greet, leaning into his side. He's in just a tee-shirt today and the warmth of his body on my arm is gratifying.

Harry grins, dimples sinking in deliciously, and says a simple, "Hey." I don't mind his words being simple because his eyes are looking over my face with the kind of warmth someone can't purposely create.

"Hello," Zayn interrupts, snapping Harry and I from our daze. Zayn is smirking, amusement twinkling in his eyes and I want to ask him what he finds so funny but I'm afraid I might not want to hear the answer. I'm sure it'll have something to do with how infatuated I am with Harry.

"How's it going mate?" Harry questions, briefly leaning forward to give Zayn a good hand shake. His ribs press into my arm as he moves and my ears heat up.

"S'good," Zayn nods, looking around the school yard with a peaceful smile. "enjoying the heat while it lasts. Tha' popsicle over there will be crying about the weather by next week."

I scoff but Harry's chuckle covers it up. "I will not!" I argue even though I sure as hell will be complaining about the fall chill that's supposed to blow in next week.

"Lie all you want Lily," Zayn says, obviously amused with my offense. "but you're not borrowing my sweaters when you're cold."

I roll my eyes at his words, a child-like anger blooming in my chest. I always borrow Zayn's sweaters because they're significantly warmer than my own. He'll never tell me where he gets them so I've never been able to purchase my own, which wasn't a big deal until now.

"Yeah, well...you can't use me for your sketches anymore!"

Zayn chuckles and the heat in my ears prickles stronger. Harry's eyes examining the side of my face make this childish argument even more embarrassing than the fact that Zayn is openly being dick.

"I've known ya long enough to be able to draw ya out of memory." Zayn quips and the cocky glint in his eyes has my gut twitching.

"Then I'm not helping you with potions." I snip proudly. Without me, he'll fail Snape's class. My pride, however, is short lived because Zayn is unfazed by the threat.

"Don't need ya help."

I'm ashamed to admit that the comment hurt. Potions is just a class but I'm the best in the school at it. I know I am. That's the one class I can go into and not worry about messing up because it doesn't technically require magic. And while Zayn is good at every other class, potions was the one thing I had on him, the one thing that's mine. But apparently, it's not even mine because Zayn can do just fine on his own.

"Hey," Harry says softly, the tension of Zayn's words hanging in the air being too much. His palm finds my lower back, pressing down lightly to get me to look at him.

Biting the inside of my cheek, hard glare still stuck on Zayn's smug face, I ignore Harry's request. "Fuck you," I hiss and I don't bother staying to see if he's realized that he's genuinely pissed me off. I climb to my feet, brushing off my clothes.

Harry was quick to scramble up with me, not saying a word as I stomp away from Zayn and back towards the castle. Harry follows, his hand latching onto the sleeve of my sweater.

"You alright?"

My stomach swirls uneasily and I find myself wanting to tug my arm away from Harry's touch, but he's not the source of my indignance and I shouldn't take it out on him. Control your emotions, my brain reminds me.

"Fine," I mumble, my voice now empty of any signs of how much Zayn's words affected me. "he's just an asshole sometimes."

Harry's lips quirk up into a tiny smile. "I could've told you that lovie."

His words bring a small smile to my lips and I let him intertwine our fingers. His hand is warm compared to my icicle-like fingers and I wonder if he's always this warm. I hope he is, I think, loving the idea of being able to go to Harry every time I'm in need of warmth.

Without putting to much thought into it, I peck a kiss to the dimple in his cheek. His grin grows and his cheeks turn a soft pink that would look unflattering on anyone but him.

Head held high and shoulders squared, I strut past Slytherin table and Zayn. I feel Zayn watch me, either amused or confused with my behavior. I ignore him, eyes catching on the boy I was looking for in the first place.

My heart thumps louder and louder the closer I get to his table. Fortunately, there's an open spot next to Harry, the rest of his gang being sat across from him. Taking deep breaths, I approach the table, forcing a smile when Liam looks up at me.

"Good morning Lily!" He cheers, eyes squinting as he beams at me.

"Hi." I mumble shyly, sliding onto the bench next to Harry. At the sound of my name he had dropped his fork and turned to look at me. I meet his gaze, getting close enough that our thighs press against each other.

"Hey." Harry says in surprise, seeming dazed to have me sitting next to him. My stomach twists with guilt but the fluttering of being close to him overpowers it.

"Mind if I sit with you?" I ask, directing my question to the group but not tearing my eyes away from Harry.

"Of course not!" Harry says, wincing at the unexpected volume of his voice. I chuckle at him, heart settling a bit now that I'm actually sat with him and too busy admiring the way he holds his fork instead of fretting over how new I am to this.

"How have you been holding up with Umbridge and all her detentions?" Liam asks me, abandoning his plate of food to rest his chin in his hands.

"Fine," I shrug, lifting my hand to show the boys the pink splotch on it. "found this potion that heals it really quickly but it still scars."

Before I can drop my hand back into my pocket, Harry is snatching it out of the air and bringing it to his lap. His fingers fill the gaps between mine, thumb gently running over the sensitive scar tissue.

Niall, Liam, and Louis all eye Harry curiosity but say nothing. He ignores their looks, keeping his frowning face down to examine my hand.

"Well that's sick," Louis finally says, pulling everyone's gaze from Harry. "you can fix Harry's hand before he's got to go back. Seems like she's really taking it out on you two."

His words make me freeze, something heavy settling in my stomach. I turn to look at Harry to find him glaring at Louis. He meets my eyes, an innocent smile gracing his lips. Any other day and I would have let him be, accepting the mischief in him but not today.

"You got detention again?" I ask, pulling my hand out of his and leaning over him to grab his other one. He doesn't fight me as I tug it towards me, noticing the white bandage wrapped around his palm.

"S'nothing." Harry insists, angling himself towards me. He tenses when I peel the end of the guaze, unwrapping his hand. His hand is split in bloody letters, skin red and bruised.

I must not tell lies

"Harry," I huff, dropping his hand to grab my bag from the floor. I dig through the pocket until my fingers land on the bottle I'm looking for.

"You knew I had detention." Harry says quietly.

"Yeah, once." I gripe, shoving my bag to the floor. Day after day for the past week and a half, Harry's been waiting for me after my detentions with a hug and kiss to make it better but all this time he never told me that he was in detention too.

I pull the stopper out of the bottle, lifting it over Harry's hand. "You don't have to fix it." Harry insists but he makes no move to pull his hand away.

"Shut up." I tell him, squeezing the healing potion over the wound. He winces, knees spasming into mine as his hand bubbles and smokes for a moment. His skin appears to be melting, stretching over the words he had to carve into himself. Once it's healed, all that remains is a pink scar.

"Thanks lovie." Harry murmurs, clenching his hand as if testing the strength of the skin that's healed his hand. I probably would have blushed hearing him call me that in front of his friends. He's only used that petname when it's just him and I, and even though it always makes me flutter, today is not one of those days.

I stiffly nod, returning the potion to my bag. I place my hands back in my pocket before Harry can get the chance to grab them. His eyes burn into the side of my face, willing me to turn and look at him but I keep my eyes up, looking over Liam's head at the tables behind him.

"You made that potion yourself?" Niall asks me.

"Yeah."

"Oh," Niall says. "Wicked."

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat when Harry's fingers land on my forearm. "You're not mad at me, right?" He whispers.

"No." I lie, recalling the uneasiness that had plagued me last year when Harry came out of every single Triwizard challenge with injuries that could have been far worse.

Harry locks his fingers around my arm, giving it a small tug. I still don't look at him, knowing I'll bust if I look into his eyes.

"M'sorry." Harry says-pleads- as he urges me to look at him by pulling at my sleeve. When I don't respond he tugs harder.

"I honestly don't care Harry!" I finally groan, fed up with the noise of the Great Hall and the fact that Harry obviously doesn't trust me enough to tell me when he's hurt. To make it worse, the back of my neck prickles as if someone's watching me.

"Lily," Harry murmurs, scooting closer to me. I'm reaching for my bag, ready to get up and leave when shouting rings out from just outside the doors.

Being sat close to the exit, I just have to look around Harry's shoulder to see Umbridge and McGonagall standing on the staircase. Both of their faces are red with anger.

"Umbridge." I state simply, jumping to my feet. I'm heading towards the doors, knowing Harry is following and maybe even his friends, when fingers lock through mine. By the warmth of them, I know their Harry's. We join the crowd that's gathered.

"Are you questioning my authority?" Umbridge says through tight lips, glaring down from the top step at McGonagall.

"Only your mideivel detention practices!" McGonagall snips, rising to the same step as Umbridge. I see her lips move in a response to McGonagall, looking around at the crowd of students with tangible distaste. Maybe it's the restless dreams or it's the stupid argument with Zayn or Harry not telling me about his detentions. Whatever it is stops me from hearing her words.

I stare at her eyes, the icy blue chilling my veins. Like some kind of dream, I see the blue pour out of them, casting the front of her pink robes in ice. It trails down her front, spilling over the steps in frothy wisps of white that immediately freeze the stone. It continues, consuming the feet of Professor McGonagall and then the first line of students. I watch it, heart thumping loudly and fingers going numb in the now frigid air. The ice is quickly capturing students and as it inches towards mine and Harry's feet, my entire body heats up, my chest burning like it might explode any second.

"Lily!" I stumble back, breath caught in my chest and dizzy. Professor Snape is standing over me, nostrils flaring and black eyes blazing. Like a tidal wave, the noise of the now bustling corridor fills my ears and I can feel Snape squeezing my shoulder and I can feel his wand poking into my chest.

Confused, I pull away from him and accidentally bump into whoever is standing directly behind me. Their hands grab my elbows, softly like I might explode.

"What are you doing Lil?" Zayn asks, stepping in front of me to examine my eyes. He was the person behind me. My heart spikes, panic rising in my chest when I recognize the sympathy and worry in them. The last time I received that look from him was our first year at Hogwarts when I accidentally knocked over a book shelf out of anger without even touching it.

"What are you talking about?" I croak, chest growing tighter and tighter with panic. My heart throbs painfully in my left shoulder. To answer my question, he steps to the side and nods behind him.

The staircase where Umbridge and McGonagall had stood is now empty. The top four steps and the beginning of the handrail are shimmering in the light and to my horror, I realize they're covered in ice.

"You burnt Harry." Zayn says softly. If possible, my chest grows even tighter at his words and I'm positive that can see my heart pounding through my rib cage.

I turn to find Harry, a lump building in my throat at the sight of him. He's watching me with a furrow between his eyebrows and lips in a frown. He's cradling the hand that had been holding mine and I notice that it's an angry red. I look down at mine, tears building in my eyes at the sight of my black fingertips.

"Lily?" Harry calls, so softly I could barely hear it over the ringing in my ears.

"I need you to come with me Lily." Snape interrupts, stepping between Harry and I. I meet his gaze, feeling utterly helpless with my quivering knees and soppy eyes. "Right now."

I nod, already knowing he's taking me to the dungeons. My legs are stiff and numb as he guides me towards his classroom. Both Zayn and Harry call out for me again and I can't speak around the lump in my throat or bring myself to turn around. Thankfully, Snape answers for me.

"Don't you all have essays to be writing?" He snips and as we step onto the lower staircase I catch sight of Harry stepping forward to follow us, making it only two steps before Zayn is stopping him. His eyes are on mine the whole time.

"What did he tell you?"

"The same thing he always tells me." I reply, tonelessly. Snape's words of wisdom echo around in my head. "You're letting yourself become too attached. Too emotional."

"Did he tell you how stop it?" Zayn asks and I nod.

"Same thing he always says?"

I nod again, repeating Snape's words. "'Keep to yourself to keep yourself safe.'"

Shaking his head, Zayn let's out a low growl. "That's absolute shit. Anyone with eyes can see that Harry's good for you. Taking him away from you outta make it worse, not better."

I shrug, staring at the words on the history book in front of me but not reading them. Even if I wanted to read them, the water that's built on the edge of my vision prevents it.

"He might be right." I whisper.

"What makes you think that?" Zayn scoffs.

"I could've lit him on fire Zayn. I could've hurt everyone in that hallway because I was too distracted. I got too into my head and I lost it."

A sarcastic laugh busts from his mouth, palm slapping down on the table in front of me. "You don't actually believe that Harry is the source of this, do you?"

I stay silent, not knowing what to say. This had happened before I was around Harry and I was always told that the cause was me being careless and too social. I wasn't focused on myself and my magic and that's why I let it get out of hand. I don't blame Harry, he didn't know, but a part of me does believe that I was being careless because I've been so focused on him and as much as it hurts, I'm going to have to cut back on my time with him.

Thankfully, Zayn doesn't press me to answer that particular question. "When do you get to return to classes?"

"When Snape deems me healthy again."

"So I've got to keep suffering in classes without ya? Last week was bad enough-"

"Last week was your own damn fault Zayn." I snip, my temper flaring at the memory of the argument I had with Zayn. We don't usually fight and when we do it's easy to just fall back into our routine without discussing it. This time proved to be pretty similar besides the fact that I'm constantly on edge and will snap at Zayn at any given moment. I guess this is one of those moments.

"Ya know I was kidding," Zayn whispers. He looks around the library, searching for prying eyes and ears before muttering, "I was just a bit jealous ok? Not used to sharing ya."

"Jealous?" I scoff. It's absurd to think that strong, egotistical Zayn has ever been jealous.

"I've always had your attention for the past five years. Now all of sudden we've got a whole gang of Gryffindors with us. S'taking me a while to adjust, ok?"

Zayn's words makes my eyes sting and my heart ache in the kind of way you can't really describe because it's so overwhelming. "Well that shouldn't be a problem anymore."

"Why not?"

My heart thuds painfully. "I don't think I'll be seeing Harry for a while."

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years

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Wonderwall Chapter 6

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- Jfc, I’m a flake. SO it seems I’ve mis-planned/judged again, so I'mma have to extend it. For the absolute last time. Anyway, Chapter 7 is going to be the last chapter and then we’ll have an Epilogue. Also, chapters 5-7 happen between September-December of the same year. Also, it’s long and filled with drama so buckle up. That’s it, I’m going now, hope you enjoy.)

Warning- Mentions and descriptions of domestic violence and general violence. (I really contemplated posting this because I was worried about the reception, knowing that it contained such sensitive themes, so let me know if you can. Thanks.)

“I said maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me?”- Oasis.

November- Saturday

Who the hell turned the sun on? It’s very bright as I prop myself on my elbows to turn to the alarm on my nightstand. It’s just past nine on…..Saturday, according to my phone. In addition to the basics, there are a slew of texts from Y/n among others. I open hers first, I always open hers first. ‘Hey! How’d the date go?’

The date? The date! For the first time since I’ve opened my eyes, I look around the room, just noticing that beneath the sheets, I’m completely naked. Then at my side I see her. Sienna? Serena? Something like that, we had way too much wine. She’s nice though, funny, smart, she’s an accountant at a bank in the city. Pretty too, all long legs, swimmer’s body with long blonde hair and bangs falling just above crystal green eyes. Though, while she’s gorgeous, she’s no Y/n. And, that’s why we had that much wine.

As I move to get out of bed, Serena……? The young lady, stirs and rouses awake, “Hi,” she greets quietly with a sleepy smile. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she brings the sheets up to cover up to her neck. It’s funny, I think she’s cute and for the slightest second, Y/n isn’t the forefront of my mind. I should get to know this woman before deciding that it won’t work out. We obviously slept together, so I owe her that much. Besides, Y/n is getting married next month, it’s not like I have a chance with her anyway.

“Hey, Sienna,” I test, smiling awkwardly as I clumsily and very hurriedly pull on a pair of sweat pants that has been on the ottoman at the foot of the bed for who knows how long.

“Samantha,” she corrects giggling. Fuck, I was way off. Still, she’s laughing so that must be good. It’s better than being offended. I apologize quickly but she uses a long fingered hand to wave me off, “It’s fine, we were drinking so much, I can’t blame you. Hell, if I hadn’t been crushing on you since I was fifteen, I might have forgotten your name too,” Samantha scoffs and then blushes, throwing her face into her hands, “Did I just say that?” She groans, “That’s weird. That whole thing was weird. And now I just embarrassed myself in Keanu Reeves’ bed. I’m such a dork.”

I chuckle quietly, plopping onto the bed, near her legs. Do I like her? I think so. “It’s okay,” I rub her knee reassuringly, and when she finally looks up at me with bright eyes I have to shake myself out of holding her gaze to ask; “Coffee?”

“Sure,” she blushes again and takes my hand and the clean t-shirt that I offer her.

November- 2 Weeks Later

I sit cross legged on the floor of my place in Los Angeles and before me, there are several papers scattered about. Some are pictures of sample decorations, there are a couple of catering menus, templates for the cake and place card samples. I’ve retreated to L.A with the excuse of needing to be alone to make last minute decisions, but really, I just wanted to get away from him. Away from the fighting, the angry shouts and everything else.

Though, for the most part I’ve taken it upon myself to do most of our wedding planning on my own, Jacob has been growing more impatient, more angry than he usually is. The proof of that being a couple nights ago, the night I’ve been trying to forget.

As I continue sifting through little details, there’s a knocking on the door and instead of going to answer it, I yell, “It’s open!” I already know who it is anyway.

The soft, calming thud of boots hit the hardwood floor as Keanu draws closer to the living room. He enters through the arched doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his jacket missing, probably discarded somewhere in the apartment. It feels so natural to see him walking around here, comfortable and ease with me. Soon Keanu is sinking down next to me, “Hey,” he greets, pulling me into a side hug.

“Hi,” I smile, returning his embrace. “Now,” I hold out two sample cards, “Am I going to go with baby’s breath or lavender to compliment the bouquet?”

Keanu looks at them for a minute, his face contorting with amusement and that’s how I know he’s not going to give me a helpful answer. Arguably though, he’s been more helpful than Jacob. “I think,” he begins dramatically, “That they’ll both die in the snow.” His face maintains some semblance of seriousness before he bursts out in a fit of quiet laughter.

As hard as I try, I can’t be annoyed and I roll my eyes and ensure that the sarcasm is evident when I say, “Wow, thank you so much Ke, This information has really helped me, you should be a wedding planner with these tips.”

In good natured fun, Keanu squeezes my shoulders, “You’re welcome.” He smiles, looking all smug and proud. “You know what I think you need?”

“What?” I ask curiously, knowing that it probably has nothing to do with the impending wedding.

“Dinner. And booze.” Suddenly, Keanu stands, holding his hand out for me to take, “Come one, lets go for a ride.”

Chuckling, I take his hand, letting him pull me off the ground, “And where do you suggest we find this food and alcohol?” I question as I shrug on a leather jacket over an old band tee. I put on a pair of ankle boots as Keanu flips through his phone presumably looking for a place that we’ll both like.

“Sunset?” He asks and I nod in agreement.

Before long, Keanu has fitted me with a helmet and now I’m holding on to him as we speed down the streets of Los Angeles. The only thing I can hear is the breeze as we zip between the traffic. Everything seems to blur but the speed isn’t frightening, it’s thrilling. I haven’t got the slightest clue about motorbikes, but I always thought they were dangerous. Up until the day I rode one with Keanu.. Something about holding onto him for dear life, feeling his warmth against my palms, knowing that he’d never let me get hurt, its freeing, exhilarating.

By the time we get to the restaurant, the sun is just beginning to set and Keanu leads me, with his palm high on my back, towards the establishment. As we draw closer, it’s easy to see that there is already a a crowd of paparazzi gathered, snapping the photos and calling our names. I’ll never understand how they find us, or really, anyone so quickly.

The walk is short but the flashing lights and barrage of questions makes it seem way longer. Next to me, I can feel Keanu tense up as they continue to call out, asking a slew of inappropriate questions, ‘Are you two on a date?’ ‘Where’s her fiancée?’ ‘Keanu, don’t you have a new girlfriend?’ ‘Are cheating on her?‘ ‘Y/n are you cheating on Jacob?’ ‘How long have you two been together?’

He hates when they do this, especially when he’s just trying to do otherwise mundane things. Worrying on my bottom lip, I snake an arm around Keanu, rubbing his shoulder blade through his jacket. And as we walk through the glass doors, approaching the hostess, I quietly ask; “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he smiles tightly but still visibly relaxes, “I know you’re always saying to ignore them, but I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

I shrug uneventfully, “It’s easy cause in my head they don’t matter. It’s just noise.” And it’s easier to focus on you. I don’t say the last part, because frankly, it would sound strange, especially while I’m engaged to someone else.

The hostess leads us to a cozy corner booth and as we sit, Keanu looks far more relaxed than before. We look over the menus, contemplating our orders and I ask, “How are things going with Samantha?” Since they’ve started dating, Keanu only speaks highly of her and admittedly, where she’s concerned, I can’t help but occasionally feel a pang of irrational jealously, but as long as he’s happy, then I can tell myself that it’s okay.

“They‘re going great actually. We went to a movie a couple night ago and I’m seeing her again this Friday.” Keanu looks down hesitantly at his drink, as if he has something important to say. “I’ve been thinking of asking her to go to Colorado with me. If that’s okay with you,” he stammers, “It is your wedding after all. And you could meet her first if you want. I’d really like to meet her, you’ll love her.”

It kind of sounds like he loves her. Its only been two weeks and it’s already starting to sound like she’s his girlfriend. If she hurts him, I’ll break her face. ‘Like you hurt him?’ I ask myself. God, I am jealous. Still, I play pretend for a living and I’m able to easily conjure up a winning smile as I respond, “I’d like that. And for what it’s worth, you should ask her. It sounds like you really like her.” Keanu blushes and I take a large swing of my drink, hoping to bury the stabbing pain in my chest.

“I might,” he ends. The food arrives a while later and conversation continues easily over dinner and wine. That is, until he notices something I was hoping he wouldn’t. “What’s this?” Keanu asks, reaching over to let his fingers graze a fading bruise near my temple.

“What?” I feign ignorance, suddenly self-conscious. I should have worn make-up

“Y/n,” he frowns, “There’s a huge bruise on your face.”

“It’s not that big,” it really isn’t, barely dime sized. “I fell…and, um, hit my face.”

“Where?” He squints, daring me to lie to him.

And lie I do. “New York. At my apartment, slipped in the kitchen.”

Keanu scoffs my name again in disbelief. He knows that if it were that simple, I would have told him already. He knows me. Too well, enough to figure out that it’s a sensitive topic. As he continues to stare at me, I try to avert my gaze to literally anything else. Beneath the table, my leg bounces nervously and I shift food around my plate with a fork. Suddenly, Keanu’s eyes widen and he slaps the table, making me, along with small pieces of cutlery jump, “He hit you, didn’t he?”

“What?” I squeal, “I never said that! Keanu, don’t be ridiculous! That’s insane.”

“Yeah, it is,” he sighs, “But you aren’t telling me the truth. You’re apart, a month before your wedding and you’ve said that he’s short tempered, that he’s made threats,” He remembers that? I told him that once, over the phone, almost a year ago. Just tell me the truth,” he pleads.

Releasing a shaking breath, I try to steady myself as Keanu reaches across the table and takes my fingers between his, rubbing soothing circles into my knuckles. The bitter residue of fear rises in my throat and take a large swing of my wine trying to wash it down.

The night comes back to me in an instant. We were arguing about how much time he spends with his secretary. And of course, he brought up Keanu. He was so angry and we were both shouting, then before I could register it, he was a couple inches away from me, his palm connecting with the side of my face. It hurt, like hell. Though the physical pain was incomparable to the shame I felt the minute I hit the floor. There I was, a grown woman, near thirty, letting a man treat me like that, knowing that I’d forgive him for the sake of love. “You need to understand,” I begin, trying to douse the flame before it gets worse, “It was just once, and he apologized right after,” more like a couple hours after.

Keanu’s eyes darken with anger and his grip on my hand tights a little. In a quick movement, as he growls, “That motherfucker,” Keanu stands abruptly. Patrons around us fix their eyes on him and I get the feeling it’s not because of his celebrity status.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper loudly, watching as he tosses several notes to the table. Stuffing his wallet back into his pocket, he starts walking off and I have to jog to catch up, “Keanu!” I call again as the cool night air hits our faces. Instinctively, I pull my jacket closed, finally reaching him as we near his bike.

“Y/n, it doesn’t matter that he apologized. It matters that he did it,” he shakes his head,running an anxious hand through his hand through his hair. I can almost hear him fuming, “He can’t get away with this.”

Reaching out, I put my hands on his shoulders and immediately, his gaze softens in the slightest, “Listen to yourself Ke, this isn’t you. I don’t need to to fight my battles, that’s why I didn’t tell you,” I sigh quietly, “Besides, he’s in New York, what are you going to do? Book a flight just to punch him in the face?”

“That’s not even half of what he deserves,” Keanu counters, shaking his head again, “I shouldn’t have let him hurt you,” he hangs his head, defeated.

“It’s not your fault,” I take a tentative step forward and he pulls me in further, hugging me.

“How can you still marry him?” He asks quietly.

I don’t answer him. Because I can’t. Logically, there is no answer, I should have left him, tossed the ring in his face and moved on. But I didn’t, I took a shower and went to bed next to him. Then I flew to L.A with every intention of meeting him at the top of the aisle him next month. I don’t know Keanu, I don’t.

The ride back is quick and the comfort of Y/n’s hands around my middle calms me a little and soon I’m walking her to her door. “Thanks for tonight,” she smiles softly as we near her door.

“Even if I looked like an ass storming out the restaurant?” I chuckle quietly. I’m still angry, but not at Y/n. I could never stay mad at her, speaking from experience, I know I’d miss her too much.

“Yeah,” she laughs, and I get so lost in the moment that I throw an arm around her shoulders, admiring how adorable she looks fishing through her coat pocket for her keys. “Samantha’s lucky, you’re badass when you’re angry.”

Feeling a streak of guilt at the mention of Samantha, I remove my hand, putting an inch of space between us as she goes to unlock the door. Y/n slips her key into the slot, turning it and then scrunching her face, “What’s wrong?”

“The door is unlocked,“ she states and I know she’s trying mask her fear.

My heart beats against my ribs, I’m more scared for her than myself. If anything happens to her tonight, I wouldn’t be able to live with it. It already hurt like every level of hell knowing that Jacob hurt her. Then it happens, fear morphs and reshapes itself, turning to anger and the fierce need to protect her, “Stay here,” I order, stalking off into the apartment before Y/n can protest.

I leave her standing near the doorway, and against my better judgment I forgo any form of a weapon. Hopefully my fists will be enough. Hell, hopefully I don’t even have to use them.

The kitchen and dining room is clear and I’m headed to the living room, making sure my footfalls are softened by my slow pace.

I walk in to the living room, stumbling back a little when I see who’s on the couch. It takes a minute, but soon the anger in my core almost triples and before I can think my next actions through, I’m lunging forward, grabbing Jacob by the collar, “What the hell-”

I don’t let him finish. He doesn’t deserve to. How dare he hit her? Hurt her? My fist connects with his face, first hitting him in the jaw then rearing back to catch him in the nose. He tries to fight back, but I barely give him the chance, slamming him into the nearest wall, “You fucker, you don’t get to hit her like that, ever.”

Jacob’s lip is bleeding and so is his nose, “You think you’re so great, punching me in the fucking face for a woman that doesn’t even love you back.” His statement stuns me a little and he carries on after a spiting out a mouthful of blood, “Yeah,” he chuckles, “I see the way you look at Y/n. But news flash Keanu, you might be this awesome movie star, but she’s marrying me.” In the corner of my eye, I see a figure move into the room, but I don’t care and without thinking I hit him again before shoving him to the ground.

I hear a quiet gasp behind me and when I turn Y/n is standing, mouth agape eyes wide, phone and keys in her hands near her chest. She seems too shocked to speak and I can only hope she’s not mad.

Her eyes continuously flick from my bloodied hands and my face. Shit! I’m holding my breath for her yelling, kicking me out as she rushes to her fiancée. But it never happens. Instead, she stays rooted to her spot a couple feet away, until she finally asks, “Are you okay?”

I assume that the question is meant for Jacob, who’s still on the floor, clutching his possibly broken nose, but her eyes stay on me.

And now, things feel more confused than they were before.

*****

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thetaekswoon · 6 years

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DAY6 Jae| Camp Counselor AU

This isn’t a part 2, but I kind of want to make these camp counselor aus into a series or something I do for a lot of groups because it’s just so much fun to write, and I also have such strong roots back to my sleepaway camp from back in the day. Shoutout to any ASITs if they’re reading this lol!

I hope this was what you wanted!

Jae:

CIT (Counselor in Training) Boys Cabin Leader

Jae prefers to spend more time with the older campers than the young ones, he likes that he can feel and act more like himself around them and joke around more freely, he doesn’t feel trapped acting only as their babysitter.

Not only that but Jae is definitely a camp favorite among all of the older campers because he is just so cool and funny and chill, unlike many of the other counselors who prefer to keep their relationship with the campers primarily professional, Jae makes friends with every camper he sees.

and it’s not just him being friendly or anything, Jae honestly tries to become best friends with every camper.

, but it’s still something about the older campers that draws him to hang out with them the most.

Like during meals Jae always sits at the CIT’s table and eats with all of his CITs, joking around while almost all of the other counselors are sitting with each other on the other side of the dining hall, away from the campers while they can,

, and hanging out with the kids never seemed like a chore or a job to Jae because, well.... they’re people??? And if you actually take the time to listen and interact with them they’re actually really funny, like seriously some of these kids in the CIT program are only a year or two younger than some of the counselors, so treating them any differently than you would your counselor friends is just stupid to Jae.

Like have you ever heard CITs Chenle and Renjun make fun of first year counselor Mark of the Red Fox cabin? It’s freaking hilarious and gets Jae rolling on the ground practically sobbing every time.

Speaking of the CITs, Jae prefers being a CIT Leader over a normal counselor any day, and is so glad that he got the job because working with the CITs is so much cooler than working with the small campers because they’re cooler they already have been attending the camp for several years (it’s a requirement to be in the CIT program that you have been at camp for at least 3 years), so they know everything about the place through and through, even more so than some of the counselors,

, there is a working xbox in the CIT Lounge while the one in the staff lounge broke months ago and no one wants to go pay for a new one,

, the CITs get to participate in exciting and different events that the other campers aren’t allowed to.

For example, the CITs don’t really have a set schedule for the day like all the campers do, so what Jae and his CITs do changes everyday, and one day he’ll take them fishing in the lake, but the next they’ll be baking small blueberry tarts for the girl CITs,

and finally the CITs are granted permission to leave camp grounds once a week for a day out,

, and the day outs are always so much fun because they travel to fun places like the zoo, amusement and water parks, and go out for dinner before heading back to camp.

Jae is ALWAYS playing his guitar.

In between courses Jae will be chilling with his guitar under the sun in the center of the camp’s big grass field, and campers will just start surrounding him and one thing leads to another and they’re all singing Wonderwall and it sounds awful because everyone is making a joke out of it, but still ahhh (such a head canon of mine tbh messing around and singing wonderwall with jae)

around the campfire during the evening activity,

and other times he’ll just sing his CIT boys a lullaby to help them fall asleep after a long day of cleaning out storage shed out by the lakefront.

Though Jae is basically always with his CITs, he also manages to teach one class a day for all of the campers....

Can you guess what it is?....

MUSIC AND GUITAR OBVIOUSLY!!!!

Every day at around 11 am, Jae greets his guitar class in the theater building (it has the best acoustics) and has everyone sit in a circle and play what they had been practicing for the last few days.

tbh Jae’s guitar class was such a popular class for the campers to take because he was such a good teacher that the class became overcrowded and it became evident that he couldn’t have just one guitar class anymore

, so counselor Sanha stepped in and helps Jae teach, and runs his own guitar classes during time slots that Jae is busy with his CITs.

Jae’s counselor is very summer, very much dealing with the heat.

He is almost always wearing a tie-dyed shirt and beige shorts. A rope necklace and these shorts are his iconic look.

sometimes he wears a bucket hat because the forecast suggested that the sun is going to be stronger than usual, and CIT Kyla laughs endlessly at his ears sticking out from the sides when he does this.

Big glasses accidentally reflect the sun into people’s eyes while he talks to them outside... whoops.

Overall, Jae is the sleepaway camp’s lovable dork counselor who plays the guitar and eats too much pizza.

, and you’re one of the CIT Leaders for the girls, and have known Jae ever since you both started to come to the camp when you were 5 and 6, and were in the Coyote and Hare cabins.

Way back then Leeteuk was still a counselor for the Coyote Cabin, but know he has made his way up the ranks to be one of the camp directors, and is your BOSS!

Anyway, you’ve known Jae and have been friends literally since before you learned your multiplications tables, and now here you are serving your favorite place on earth as CIT Leaders.

You and Jae are both a little over the top when it comes to camp cheers and the such because well, you’ve both been there for so long, this place is like your home, if you guys wanna shout the words to BLACK SOCKS you will.

“BLACK SOCKS THEY NEVER GET DIRTY THE LONGER YOU WEAR THEM THE BLACKER THEY GET

SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD WASH THEM BUT SOMETHING INSIDE ME KEEPS SAYING NOT YET

NOT YET

NOT YET”

(repeat several more times each getting louder and faster and more aggressive until you literally can’t keep up anymore)

Sometimes in the middle of the night when everyone is supposed to be sleeping you’ll gather all of the CITs and tell ghost stories to them, that may actually leave poor little Jeno weeping and begging Chenle not to do that dolphin laugh because he keeps getting scared.

, anyway you and Jae are basically as close as friends can be to each other and sometimes campers joke around that you two are like a married couple because of it, but every time they something like that you two can’t help, but laugh because it just all sounds so ridiculous...

.... doesn’t it?

that is until the CIT day out comes around, and this week you are all going to the waterpark and then a fireworks show because the Fourth of July is right around the corner, and how fun would it be to go out and run around with sparklers and actually see some good fireworks for a change? Instead of the short and cheap fireworks show that the camp prepares for all the kids during this time of the summer.

So, you guys load all of the CITs into the camp vans and drive off to the waterpark which is two hours away.

arriving at the waterpark is a bunch of madness because you, Jae and the other CIT Leaders need to organize all of the tickets for everyone, and then it becomes a matter of checking everybody in, and finally you can all relax.

It wasn’t seeing Jae shirtless that finally did it for you, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times before, after all you two do both work at a summer camp.

For whatever stupid reason, it was seeing him walk out of the boys changing room wearing his bright violet swimming shorts, a bucket hat, floaties on both arms, and crocs.

like what kind of person? you thought, only Jae, your cute best friend, and then suddenly you realized you just called your best friend cute in your head, but you didn’t mean like cute cute like puppy-dog or stupid cute, you meant cute in a like-like kind of way and you slap yourself on your head.

“Y/N have you gone mad hitting yourself again?” Jae asks, pretending to be concerned and act like a doctor, looking into your eyes and asking for you to stick out you tongue and say ahhh, “I’d say it might be mad cow disease, but we can’t be sure until the test results co-”

“Quit it dumbass, I just realized I forgot something back in the van.” you say, pretending to look through your bag for something.

“It wasn’t sunscreen was it? I can already feel the sun pelting down onto me.”

you were lying when you said you forgot something in the van, but then you realize that you really did forget your sunscreen, that or it must have fallen out of your bag because it wasn’t there anymore.

You nod,

“Dammit Y/N, the park people won’t let you back in if you leave, don’t worry, I won’t let you burn.” Jae says, “I still got some left.”

turns out Jae’s sunscreen wasn’t a strong enough spf for you, so by the time you and the CITs leave the waterpark and arrive at the place where the fireworks show is happening your shoulders are burnt bright red.

Jae keeps apologizing to you all throughout the fireworks show, but you keep telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that you probably should have reapplied the lotion when your shoulders started to feel hot.

, and somehow, by the time that you get back to camp, Jae somehow convinces you to let him lend you some of the aloe that he has in his cabin.

And then he... puts it on your himself?

tbh it was cold and awkward and giggly, and felt kind of strangely intimate,

and Jae is blushing all over,

because he has always seen you as his gorgeous best friend in the whole wide world, but he’s been wanting to see you as more than just that recently and now you’re letting him put his hands on you kinda and you’re so close that he can smell your hair which still smells of chlorine from the waterpark

,,, and it a moment of boldness Jae announces that he is going to kiss you.

And you let him.

Dating Jae is almost exactly the same as before, except now theres a lot more cuddling, and skinship in general.

Jae always greets you in the mornings with a quick peck on the cheek (staff aren’t allowed to show any form of pda around the campers) and a surprisingly sweaty hug, like come on the heat hasn’t even kicked up yet Jae.

Whenever you two go out on solo dates into town on your day off, which is almost never on the same day because you are both working with the CITs and there are a very limited number of CIT staff, but when you do you always make the most out of it.

, going to restaurants downtown and being able to hold your hands in public

The teasing never seems to stop coming from CITs Guanlin and Somi, who figured out that you two were dating in a matter of minutes, and constantly need to exert the small amount of power that they have over you.

“Hey Y/N is that a MOSQUITO BITE on your NECK *gasp* ???!!?!” They’ll shout at you when you walk into the lounge after your breaks,

“Or maybe it was a vampire considering how obvious it is by the mark that they were out for blood. What do you think Jae? Doesn’t Y/N look like they were just attacked by a vampire teehee?”

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