#(... maybe i should draw the trio in nothing but pink black and white...)

[airawisteria]

#kh #kairi #my art #digital art #art #fanart #(fuck hands) #(but also!!!) #(i ***need*** to draw butterflies sooooo much more often!!) #(theyre so fun to draw and stuff!!!) #(i had soooo much fun coming up with cool butterfly designs!!) #(ill probably draw more butterflies at some point because butterflies are too cool **not** to!!) #(anyways!!) #(i really really like drawing kairi!!) #(shes a lot more fun to draw than sora or riku will ever be) #(for me specifically i mean!) #(her hair isnt bullshit ive gotta figure out the logistics of) #(i get to draw cute eye lashes) #(and she wears pink!!) #(... maybe i should draw the trio in nothing but pink black and white...) #(ill write a id later cause ive got hw to do but yeah!!) #(also also i think im finally getting the hang of backgrounds!!)

[straydawg-writing]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series!

summary:

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨.

ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩ ⋆ ♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙̩͙ˊˎ

- 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙖. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. (𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙘)

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Chapter 1 —

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"Book."

"Gain!"

Bisky's eyes shined like stars as a smooth blue gemstone appeared in front of her. You could spot tears of hers spring up as she cradled the glittering rock like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"What should I name it? Blue-chan? Planet-chan?" she gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. You stifled a laugh, catching a glimpse of Killua's dumbfounded expression. If one thing were true, it's that he does not understand women.

While Gon and Killua endured Bisky's brutal training during Greed Island, you had grown to like her. Despite her being 45 years older than you, you imagined she was the closest thing to what a big sister would be like. Or maybe a mom? You wouldn't know.

Unfortunately, you weren't special enough to escape her unforgiving training either. Bisky knew no mercy. While training their physical bodies, she also trained the trio's nen abilities.

Gon developed his special punch move by using the rock, paper, scissors of Chinese martial arts. Killua learned how to better channel his electricity, though Bisky had looked concerned when he first demonstrated it to her. You couldn't blame her. Killua's ability to withstand electricity only came from years of shock torture, and you noticed how he rarely mentions the fact that he still feels the pain. You caught on to it the night you watched his Heaven's Arena match, remembering his voice floating to the stands.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴."

Your heart clenched for him every time you remember this fact. He has a tendency to hide his pain, in order to not burden his friends.

Then there's you, who Bisky took upon herself to help.

Since the day Wing opened your nen pores and declared you a Manipulator, you practiced your nen with Gon and Killua daily. When the time came to decide your special ability, the answer was as clear to you as a cloudless sky.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

Since then you'd been seen carrying around leather pouches of dirt, water, and vines wherever you went. It was a nice start, but it sure did make your back hurt. And of course, Bisky would not accept that. Ordering you to dump out all of your pouches to the ground, she had you draw out your power from the scattered elements that had begun already mixing with the dirt.

Unsure, you had hesitantly stretched out your arm and tried pulling from the water. It took you a number of tries to get it right. You had squinted long and hard, focusing on extending your nen to the elements around you. To your giddy surprise, small, sparkling droplets of H20 were separating from the glob of inky mud to float just a few inches above your hands. Concentrating harder, the droplets began orbiting one another. They looked like little planets.

Sensing the vines, you were able to control their movements too, even manipulating ones that hadn't originated from your leather pouch.

Bisky's wide smile was all that you needed.

From that day on, you only practiced manipulating whatever was around you. The earth was your ally.

"Well, what will you do once you find Ging?" Bisky's voice snapped you out of a daze.

"Naturally, I'll introduce him to Killua, my best friend in the whole world!"

"What am I, a roach?" You mocked, but couldn't keep a smile from spreading across your face.

Gon's unyielding positivity and bubbly voice was like honey to your ears. No one could ever doubt the adoration he held for his best friend.

"Stupid, cut that out! It's embarrassing," said Killua, turning red as a tomato. He looked away in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, except you were right there to catch his blush.

You flashed a mischievous smile to Killua. "You know, I think an I-Love-You-Too-Gon-I-Also-Think-You're-The-Best would suffice once in a while."

"Shut up."

Killua was as stubborn as ever. You are playfully rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to the rest of the group. Gon was inviting Bisky to come with them and meet Ging, but she had said something about not being interested in men who already have kids.

"If I stay with you any longer, I really will get too attached..." Bisky tried to mask it, but you've always been good at noticing little details. She was going to miss them. And truth be told, you were going to miss her too.

"The hunter world is a small place. We'll all see each other again in no time!" you reassured your friends. "See you later, Bisky."

"Take care, Bisky." Gon said his goodbyes, Killua nodding next to him.

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"Accompany on."

"Nigg!"

At that, a bright light enveloped all of them, streaking them through the sky. Every time you did this on Greed Island, you had always shut your eyes tight. You'd never get used to the feeling.

The next thing you knew, the three of you landed in an area thick with white fog. It was slightly chilly, causing you to shiver. A hundred feet in front of you was a tall sakura tree with roots so large they could be mistaken for a magical beast. It had to have been there for at least a couple hundred years. Soft, pink petals drifted in the wind, dancing around you and your friends. As your eyes focused, you noticed a shadowy man reclining on the tree's roots. Could it be Ging?

Before you realized what was happening, the mysterious man turned towards the three of you and opened fire on Gon.

Then, Killua was diving in slow motion and pulling Gon out of the way and the two of them were rolling on the ground holding onto each other. Getting a hold of your senses, you looked down at dozens of bullets that had made holes in the ground and noticed an injured ant lying motionless on the floor. The thing was completely decapitated.

"Now look what you've done, you killed an innocent soul!" you exclaimed to the man, pointing at the poor bug.

"That's not Ging..." Gon whispered.

"What was that all about?! First, you push us down, then you fire at us. Stop messing around!" Killua accused the Not-Ging.

After helping Gon back up, Killua examined the insect too. That is, before it ruthlessly attacked him.

"Oh. It wasn't dead," you stated the obvious.

The man quickly finished off the ant biting Killua's leg with his machine gun before scoffing at you. He took off the black jacket he was wearing, unveiling straight, platinum white hair so long it almost touched the floor. You could get a better look at him now. He was lanky, and the beret he wore casted a shadow over his eyes. If you had to guess, you'd say he's about 6'3. Just who was this man? Had God finally sent an angel to cleanse you from your sins?

"I was being dead serious. If I hadn't opened fire, you would have been attacked. That was no ordinary ant, it was a Chimera Ant."

"A what?"

"An aggressive, carnivorous insect that's been designated Quarantine Level 1. You three didn't realize it, but you were standing right in front of their nest. If I hadn't fired the moment I did, an army of Chimera Ants would have consumed all of you by now," the angel explained.

You gawked at his beautiful long locks, gracefully flying in the wind as he turned to leave.

Gon seemed to have recognized the man, asking something about if he were the one who had saved him back then. Gon told a story about being rescued from a fox bear, though it looked like he had remembered something else because he held his cheek as if he'd just been hit. For the first couple of seconds, the man looked at Gon like he was in denial about the person right in front of him. Then, like it was nothing, he called Gon by his name. And if by a miracle, he also knew Ging.

"My name is Kite. Ging was my master."

You nudged Killua, "Did you hear that?! He knows Gon's dad!" Killua looked just as shocked as you.

The three of you followed Kite to a small campfire as he told them stories about Ging, himself, and his current mission. You were thankful for the heat source, warming your hands against the flame as it was only getting colder as night fell. You cursed yourself for not being like Gon and Killua, who always had their long sleeve layers and could just strip them whenever the weather deemed it necessary. All you were wearing were burgundy shorts, combat boots, and a black t-shirt. And of course, your necklace. You reached your hand and held onto the choker pendent around your neck. It was all you had left of your home. Just holding onto the pink pendent brought you enough comfort to warm you from the inside out again.

The sun was beginning to set by the time you met Kite's friends and the cute dog that had taken a liking to Gon. Your eyes softened as you watched Gon play with the puppy, having found its sweet spot right behind its ear. He caught you staring, and flashed his pearly whites.

"Y/N, come rub his belly! He's so soft!"

Getting up from your spot next to Killua and wiping the dust off your shorts, you traveled to where Gon was now teaching the dog new tricks.

"How are you gonna teach him anything without any dog treats?" you asked, petting the little dog.

"With this!" Gon pulls out a handful of goldfish from his pocket. He tossed one to the pup, who caught it in midair.

You held in a laugh. "Gon, why do you just have goldfish lying around in your pockets like that?"

"You don't always have time to snack when you're training you know.. Plus, It's in a baggy!" He showed you the zip -block bag that was stuffed inside the pocket of his green shorts, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. This time you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Oh I see, as long as it's in a bag, right? Can I see one?"

Gon nodded and put some goldfish in the palm of your hand. Looking for Killua, you spotted him sitting on a log watching as the sun set under the ocean's horizon. He looked so ethereal as the orange light reflected off of him. The light made his fluffy white hair shine, and a slight breeze made delicate strands wisp in the wind like snowflakes. You almost felt bad for disturbing the picturesque scene in front of you.

"Hey, Killua! Come feed this dog Gon's two-year-old musty goldfish with me!"

Yeah, you had ruined the moment.

"It's not two years old! I bought it in Yorknew," he whined.

"But it's musty?"

Killua walked up to the two of you with a questioning look, and you paused your bickering to hold open his hand and transfer the goldfish. The dog barked.

"I'm not sure, animals typically run away once they smell Mike on me," he said, referring to the oversized human-eating guard dog at the Zoldyck estate. Considering it's job was to deter people, you guessed that made sense. Still, you had faith that this innocent pup could show Killua some love. He needed the free therapy.

"Just try it!" Gon pushed.

Killua succumbed to Gon's request, holding the treat out to the tail-wagging puppy. Though, instead of taking the treat, it knocked Killua clean over, licking his face.

"What the heck— Help!" Killua desperately tried wiping the slimy slobber off of his lips.

"I think he's trying to kiss you." You giggled.

Mission accomplished!

"Kite did say that hunters are well-liked by animals. This means you're a great hunter, Killua!" Gon excitedly shared.

Killua offered a small smile. "I haven't passed the test yet, dummy."

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author's notes: hope you guys liked the first chapter! i'm excited to keep this story going!

#hunterxhunter #killua x reader #killua fanfiction #hunter x hunter fanfiction #killua zoldyck #self insert #killua zoldyck x reader #chimera ant arc #kite #gon

[thiswasinevitableid]

for the meet ugly prompts, 38 indruck nsfw ;)

Here you go!

38: I overhear you ordering your coffee in a coffee shop and I’m trying to place your voice when I realize that you’re the phone sex operator I’ve been calling on and off for the last few months but the realization startles me so much that I accidentally spill my drink on you and you’re pissed

Indrid thought he was having a normal day. He’s treating himself to a post work iced vanilla mocha, then he’ll go home, watch T.V and draw, maybe jerk off, then go to bed and get up in time for his eight a.m appointment tomorrow.

He’s messing around on his phone when the person placing their order catches his ear. There’s something in the drawl, polite and friendly, that feels weirdly familiar. It’s not a regular at the shop, and a glance at the mans face offers no useful information; he’s a complete stranger.

The barista asks something about the second drink, and the man replies, “as sweet as can be, please.”

“Ahnngod, please, please, please say I can cum?” Indrid’s been edging himself with the fleshlight so long his wrist is sore.

“Hmmm” the voice on the phone takes his sweet time answering, “dunno, not sure I punished you enough for teasin me in the bar.”

Indrid whimpers, hoping the neighbors can’t hear (even if he’d like them too, they haven’t consented to it).

This is how his calls to the 1-800-Hot-Guys line have gone ever since his first time. He asks for “Ryan,” gets a sweet, southern greeting before the other man asks what he’s in the mood for tonight. See, Indrid’s only recently begun exploring his interest in men, and is discovering that a better sense of his sexuality makes it much easier to get in touch with his other desires. Like being fucked in a bathroom stall where lots of people can hear what’s happening to him.

Ryan always takes the ideas generated by Indrid’s desire-addled brain and runs with them. Tonight, virginal Indrid Cold went to a leather bar and found a bear waiting for him (he suspects Ryan might be one in the real world, because when Indrid first revealed that preference his moans sounded a touch more genuine). The bear made him blow him in front of everyone to make sure he was worth taking home, then told him not to cum until he was done fucking him.

“Please?”

A chuckle, “Okay darlin, you can cum.”

Indrid’s certain he hurts Ryan's ear with the noise he makes as he spurts into the toy, but all the other man says is , “Good boy.”

After a moment, he adds, “aw fuck, meant to bring some spankin or somethin into the scene because I know you like it.”

“That’s, that’s quite alright. I’m not sure you could ever disappoint me.”

“Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid whines, hoping it sounds horny and not like the noise a man who’s just realized he’ll be sleeping alone makes.

“You like when I call you that? Because it’s true; you’re as sweet as can be”

As he’s been having its slow-motion realization, Indrid’s body has been going on autopilot, picking up his cup when the young woman behind the counter calls his name. Which means that--when Indrid startles at his revelation-- the cup is in perfect position to send its contents flying straight onto the man who caused it.

“AHfuck, jesus man be careful!”

“I, I’m so sorry, here, let me-” he slips in the puddle of coffee and hits the floor, kicking the other man in the shin on his way down.

“Owfuck, fuck, okay, don’t fuckin try to help again.” The man snaps.

“Nono, right, I’m sorry, goodbye” he scrambles up, sticky with shame and vanilla syrup, and hurries out of the shop.

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Duck keeps an eye on his burner phone while playing Plants vs Bom-Boms on his real one. It’s shaping up to be another night with only two calls.

He took up the phone sex thing during the last government shutdown; the park had to furlough them, and he needed money. The extra cash was nice enough that he kept at it even after work started back up. He isn’t the most in-demand operator; he can’t lie, laughs a little too easily, so lots of callers don’t come to him a second time.

One of the few who does is Indrid. He’s Duck’s favorite because their fantasies align well enough that he actually jerks off while on the phone with him. But the guy hasn’t called in two weeks; this is a bummer, in part, because Duck came up with a scenario involving a pool table and a biker gang he thinks Indrid would really be into.

More than that, he’s worried about him.

He worries about him so much that even a half a day later he’s wondering if he should figure out how to have someone check on him. The coffee shop is conducive to thinking. Right up until the dipshit who spilled coffee on him a few weeks back plops down in the seat across from him.

“You here to ruin another shirt?”

The man, all silver hair and angular features, shakes his head, “Nono, I, I really am very sorry about that. I came to offer to buy you another.”

Duck points at his cup.

“Some other time?”

“You come here often?’

“Since I moved to the city, yes. I was out in the suburbs up until a few months ago.”

“Fine. Next time we see each other, you owe me a drink.”

He nods, nearly sliding his red glasses off his nose in his eagerness. Then he taps on the table, “There’s, ah, something else you should know. We already know each other. In a way.”

Duck frowns; he’s never seen this guy before, he’d remember his face.

“We talk on the phone. Often.”

Oh fuck.

“My name is, ah, it’s, it’s Indrid.”

“Jesus, glad you’re ok--hold the fuck on. How the fuck do you know who I am?”

“I recognized your voice the last time we were both here. I, I wanted to get to know you more but I felt it was only right to do so if you knew I knew who you were so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but you clearly are, I’m so sorry” he stands up, banging his knee in the process, “I promise I won’t call any more, I didn’t mean to be creepy, I’m sorry, goodbye.”

He’s out the door in a flash of long limbs before Duck has a chance to respond.

Duck sighs, downs the rest of his coffee, and decides not to dwell on the fact he’s going to miss Indrid’s calls.

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Indrid’s excited. He really is.

It’s just that the sex club is even more overstimulating than he anticipated.

It was alright at first; when he replied that yes, this was his first time, the guy working the counter ushered him over to a set of blue velvet seats and told him to wait. Soon, Indrid and ten others were being given a rundown of the rules, risks, and etiquette of the space, their understanding of which they signed in a neatly typed contract.

Then they turned them loose into three stories of sexual exploration and Indrid froze, totally unable to process it all. Lucky for him Lucy, there with her girlfriend Willow, helped him navigate the edge of the first floor until they came to one of the “chill out” rooms; rooms for people for whom the club was as much a place to chat with friends as it was a place to get spanked or suspended. They even have juice.

After three separate people check to be sure he’s alright, he asks the trio on a nearby couch where he should go to if he’s interested in bondage and impact play. They all agree the second floor is his best bet, and that there’s a shibari demonstration starting soon.

To reach the demo room, Indrid passes though a portion of the space that reminds him of a hotel. The nice dominatrix explained the rules for their use as: doors and windows closed, leave us alone. Curtains open but door shut? You’re free to watch, but don’t come in. And if the door is open, you’re welcome to join whatever is happening. He pauses at some open windows, but nothing really catches his attention.

The demo room is already packed, so he stays at the back. A perk of being tall is he can see the couple on the little platform easily without blocking anyone else’s view. The dom is explaining why she chose the rope she did and what ties she’s going to show everyone. Indrid listens, but his eyes wander in hopes of finding someone checking him out.

Someone is. But Indrid isn’t sure it’s a good thing.

Duck stands a few bodies to his left, looking him up and down with a slight smile. Well, at least that means he doesn’t think he’s stalking him or something.

The other man meets his eyes, tips his head towards the nearby green room and raises an eyebrow. Indrid nods, picks his way through the crowd to find Duck has beaten him there.

“Y’know, if you’d told me you were into this scene, I coulda worked with that.” He polishes off his water and tosses the cup in the trash.

“I...this is my first time. Is, ah, is it yours?”

“Nah. Came some when I was younger, decided to come out tonight because I was bored and itchin’ to get someone cute in my lap.” The casual way he says it is a hundred times hotter than the practice voice he used on the phone.

“Ah. In, ah, in that case, would you mind if I asked you a question?”

“Shoot.” Duck leans against the wall, grinning.

“Am I dressed alright for this?” He gestures to his pink and yellow tank top and black jeans.

He watches Duck catch his laugh before it starts, which he appreciates.

“You’re dressed just fine, Indrid. I mean, just look at me.”

“I am” Indrid is having such a difficult time tearing his eyes from the way Duck’s white t-shirt fits his chest or how the bluejeans show off his ass. Duck catches him mid-ogle, which is all it takes to drop his gaze to the floor.

“C’mon, sit down with me a sec.” Duck settles on a grey couch, leaving Indrid space to join him, “feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot. You know I ain’t angry with you for tellin me you were a customer, right?”

Indrid shakes his head but sits down all the same.

“Indrid, you startled the hell outta me when you admitted that. For a second, I was sure you were gonna try to get somethin outta me by threatenin to tell my boss at my regular job. But then it was so fuckin clear all you were tryin to do was be straight with me and try to be polite about the drink thing, I wasn’t mad at all. You just up and bolted before I could say as much.”

“Ah. Yes. I, ah, I can be a bit of a walking disaster so I try to get out of situations before I make them even worse.”

Duck touches his hand, “I get bein’ spooked. Happens to everyone. But, uh, guess what I’m also gettin at is, uh, if you wanna actually get to know each other, I ain’t gonna complain.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay” Duck scoots closer, “let’s start easy; what do you do when you ain’t callin me?”

Indrid tells him about the tattoo shop, which leads to them comparing ink, which in turn leads to Duck getting on a ten minute digression about native plants. They’re debating the best Cramps album (Duck votes for “Date With Elvis,” Indrid for “Off the Bone”) when they decide to stretch their legs, Duck holding Indrid’s hand as he weaves them through rooms and clumps of people.

They end up doing laps of the second floor, people watching, during which Duck nudges Indrid playfully, “Knew you were kiddin me with the never been fucked stuff.”

“Ah, well…”

“Holy fuck, you’ve never had sex and you picked here as the place to try? You got guts, sugar.”

Indrid blushes, “Well, yes and no. I’ve never had sex with another guy, but I feel confident in what kinds of things I want to try. You helped a lot with that; you made me feel safe enough to express and explore my more intense desires.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“I came here out of curiosity, and because I thought my chances were good of finding someone who shared my interests without running the gamut of dating.”

“So all that stuff about bein watched, bein roughed up and used, you, uh, you really like it?”

“Indeed. Do you like it too? I, ah, I assume you pretend to like everything when you work on a sex line.”

“You’re supposed to yeah. But I’ll let you in on a little secret” Duck leans close, whispers in his ear, “I never was much good at pretendin.”

“Oh. Oh my.” He leans against Duck, excitement making his legs unreliable.

“You want me to show you just how much I like it?”

“Please.”

Duck kisses his cheek, “Missed hearin you beg, sugar. C’mon.” He pulls Indrid two doors down to a room dedicated to impact play. People are sprawled and tied to crosses, benches, chairs, all of which look exciting. Duck doesn’t stop to consider them, doesn’t even hesitate on their trip. He stops at a table, one bolted to the floor, and digs through a nearby basket.

“Here it is” he pulls out a red blanket, holds it out for Indrid to test the texture.

“It’s lovely.”

“Good” Duck spreads it on the table, “you’ll be comfier this way. How naked do you wanna be?”

“Is just my underwear alright?”

Duck points to the completely nude person being spanked on his right and the fully clothed one being hit with a crop to his left.

“I meant with you.”

Duck sets his hands on Indrid’s hips, “as long as I get to see this cute ass in the air for me, I’ll be just fine.”

Indrid quickly strips to his boxer briefs, opts to leave them on for now. Duck licks his lips, pats the table. Indrid bends over it, feet planted on the floor.

“Gonna use just my hand tonight. Easier for me to feel how hard I’m hittin, and I wanna be able to grope you while I turn your ass red.”

He moans, tenses as Duck rubs soothing circles on his ass. The first few slaps are mild, Duck checking on him after each one. Then one comes, hard and sharp, and he gasps, hips momentarily twitching away from Duck.

“Still good?”

“So very good, more, pleaseAHgod” He clings to the far end of the table as Duck brings ten slaps down on each side before giving him a rest.

“Let’s see...how many times would you say you called me?”

“At, at least fifteen.”

“Fifteen times two, add a few extra for ghostin me…” Duck pets his lower back, “You’re gonna get forty on each side as punishment for not lettin me see you cum all those times you called. Think you can handle that?”

Indrid nods.

“Count.”

“AHone, two, th-three, Aaaah,god, fourfive…”

Indrid loses himself somewhere around “ten” on the second side; all his focus is on being good, on counting out each strike, on taking whatever Duck wants to give him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and his skin stings from ass to thigh. Dimly, he hears spectators complimenting Duck on having such a well-trained sub.

“He is, ain’t he?” Duck lands the final blow with a grunt, keeps his hand there and squeezes. Indrid whimpers, the pain going straight to his already aching dick. Duck shifts his stance, still mercilessly groping the bruise but pressing his fly against the cleft of Indrid’s ass, making it abundantly clear Indrid isn’t alone in his arousal, “he fuckin knows who he belongs too.”

Indrid moans, tears pricking his eyes; Duck is wonderful, Duck is handsome, Duck is perfect, and Duck is claiming him instead of someone twice as attractive or experienced.

“I know, sugar, you like it when people see how good you are for me.” Duck crouches down, petting Indrid’s hair as he studies his face, “you wanna regroup and finish this at home? Or do you need me now?”

“Now?” Indrid raises his head hopefully. His voice is odd in his throat, vulnerable but not afraid in the slightest. Duck nods, helps him up, thanks the person who offers to clean-up the station since Indrid, “looks like he’ll hit the ground if you let go” and grabs Indrid’s clothes.

“No point in putting these back on. Not with what I’m gonna do to you.”

They find an unoccupied, cleaned room, Indrid flopping on the bed as Duck closes the door.

“You wanna prep yourself or do you want me to?”

“I, I can do it. And could we, ah, leave the curtains closed for this bit?”

“Course.” Duck draws the red fabric tight as Indrid fishes complimentary condoms and lube from the bowl on the table. He’s so wound up he starts with two, the stretch uncomfortable for a few instants before he gets himself to relax.

“You look so fuckin good doin that.” Duck is undressing, only taking his eyes off Indrid when his belt buckle resists him.

“I’ve had a lot of practice fingering myself while listening to you. I, I’d picture whatever person you told me to but I, none of it compares to you.”

Duck blushes as he pulls his pants off.

“I mean it. You, you’re so handsome I” he tenses, pushing the third finger in and fucking himself fast, “I can’t believe it. I,I want to be so good for you, Duck, please,” he’s babbling, decides to quit while he’s ahead, “is three enough?”

“You tell me.” Duck gestures to his dick with a flourish; it’s average length, he thinks, but combined with the dark hair on Duck’s belly and the strong curve of his thighs, it is the most glorious dick in all of creation.

“Yes, yesyes, please come over here now oh, wait, the curtains please?”

Duck whisks them open on his way to the bed, settles with his back against the wall before rolling the condom on with ease. He points to his lap, “You wanna face me?”

“Yes. I...I like the idea of people watching but I don’t think I can handle seeing their scrutiny just yet.” He straddles Duck, let’s the shorter grope his sore ass before guiding it down.

“You sure you wanna do this now?” Duck murmurs into his chest, “you don’t owe me your first time with a fella.”

Indrid kisses his forehead and sinks down in reply.

‘Fuck!” Duck grips his hips, laughs, “that’s a hell of an answer, sugar.”

“Nngh” Indrid’s whole brain goes offline at the feeling of Duck inside him.

“Dick drunk already?” Duck teases.

“YesAHGOD, god, ohmygoodness.” He clings to Duck’s shoulders as the other man fucks up into him with abandon.

“That’s just fine, ‘Drid. Got enough brains for the two of us; all you gotta do is be my cute, fucked-out toy.”

“Nffph” Indrid hides his face in Duck’s neck. His legs and ass, still sore from earlier, are reluctant to obey his mind, so all he can do is let Duck bounce him on his cock or hold him down on it to thrust up in short, demanding jerks of his body.

“We got an audience.”

Indrid tries to moan. It comes out a whimper.

“You want me to tell you what they’re doin?”

“Mmhhmm”

“Two of ‘em are makin out with one eye on you. The other three…” he nibbles Indrid’s ear, “they’re jerkin off to us. Don’t blame ‘em, you look so fuckin good on my dick they all wish they were me.”

“Duck” his cock keeps rubbing on Duck’s belly, threatening to spill before he’s ready.

“One of ‘em asks how you feel on my dick. You want me to tell him?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ great!” Duck yells, “it’s his first time and he’s” Duck grunts, bucks his hips, “so fuckin tight but takes it like a fucking champ. Gettin in this ass is a fuckin privilege.”

Indrid smiles into his skin at the pride in Duck’s voice and the responding whoops from outside.

“Fuck” Duck kisses his cheek, “fuck, shoulda grabbed a cock ring, I’m gonna cum way too fuckin fast.”

“Me, me too.”

“Just like a fuckin virgin.” Duck quickens their pace.

“I’m not a--Aaaahn” the noise cuts off as he cums between them, cock pulsing onto Duck’s skin.

“Fuck, fuck that’s hot, fuck, c’mon sugar, lemme cum, lemme cum right in this fuckin perfect assfuck, fuck, ‘Drid.” He holds Indrid down, groaning as he pumps his hips. Then he tips them forward, crashing their mouths together and pressing Indrid into the bed.

When they surface for air, the spectators are gone. Duck pulls out, cleans them both up as Indrid tries to remember how words work.

“So good.” Is what comes out.

“Glad you think so.” Duck gathers him into a hug, “you want me to do all the aftercare here?”

Indrid blinks, “what’s the other option?”

“We could, uh, go back to my place?”

“That...I’d like that. Wait.” Indrid cocks his head, “do you...would it really be okay if I stayed the night?”

“Yep. Kinda hopin you’d stay over plenty in the future.”

“You want to date me?’

“Damn right” Duck kisses him, “besides you, still owe me a drink.”

Indrid kisses back, grinning, “So I do.”

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly

[nottheheadshaker]

I asked @coffeefordage for some nielan prompts and got several good ones. Here's a modern AU drunk (but not clingy, sorry) Lan Xichen meeting Nie Mingjue for the first time, with background wangxian. Is this a meet-cute? A meet-drunk? idk. Enjoy.

This is my first Untamed fic. Only time will tell if this is a good idea. (Also on AO3)

Nie Mingjue took a sip of his drink, wincing as his eardrums were assaulted by noise that some people (Huaisang) considered to be music. He didn’t want to be here, and he was pretty sure Huaisang didn’t really want him to be here either, despite all of his wide-eyed pleas for Mingjue to accompany him. How else could Mingjue explain his little brother’s disappearance as soon as they walked through the door of the club? If this was how Huaisang wanted to spend time with him, Mingjue could be doing it from home. His ears would certainly be happier for it.

He lifted his glass again, preparing to down the rest of his drink so he could leave.

“Hi,” a cheerful and somewhat breathless voice said from behind him.

Mingjue turned, a polite greeting-slash-brush off on his lips, only to have the breath knocked right out of him at the sight of the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was smiling at Mingjue as if Mingjue was the source of all of the world’s joy. The stranger was tall and elegant, a delicate pink flush spreading along his perfect cheekbones. He was wearing a pale blue and white outfit that looked like it came out of one of Hauisang’s magazines. Not exactly a clubbing outfit, based on Huaisang’s strong - and often-shared - opinions about fashion. The man was stunning in it (and out of it, I bet, Mingjue’s brain whispered), so Huaisang would probably forgive the transgression.

“Oh,” the beautiful stranger said, “you’re even more handsome up close! Wait here, please.”

Before Mingjue could remember how to form words, the man disappeared back into the crowd. Mingjue looked down at his drink. He still had just about half of it left, so he probably wasn’t experiencing an alcohol-induced delusion. Mingjue was still puzzling over the encounter when the man returned.

“Hi,” he said again, his smile just as bright. He was looking expectantly at Mingjue.

Mingjue blinked. “Hi,” he managed to say. His throat felt incredibly dry. He took a large gulp of his drink.The burn of the alcohol did nothing to help his composure.

"What's your name? It wouldn't be polite for me to call you Handsome Stranger." The man's smile was so blinding, it took Mingjue a minute to understand what he'd just said.

He couldn’t let this opportunity pass. He gave the man a once-over to buy himself a little more recovery time - a mistake that only made it harder to think - then said gruffly, “I’m Nie Mingue.”

“My name is Lan Xichen, but you can call me yours.”

Mingjue downed the rest of his drink. What the fuck? The most beautiful man in the world was using a pick-up line? On him? How was he supposed to respond to that? Say something, he told himself, even if it’s stupid. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Impossibly, Lan Xichen’s smile got bigger. He looked over Mingjue’s shoulder and raised his hand in a thumbs-up gesture. Mingjue followed his gaze and found a pair of men watching them from a nearby table. One of them was beaming at them, returning Lan Xichen’s thumbs-up enthusiastically. The other man looked almost exactly like Lan Xichen, minus the bright smile. Was he glaring at Mingjue, or was that just his face?

“My brother and his boyfriend,” Lan Xichen said, drawing Mingjue’s attention back to him. “A-Xian has so many pick-up lines, so he gave me one for you!”

He was barely keeping up with what was happening, but he tried for an intelligent response. “That was nice of him.”

“Yes,” Lan Xichen nodded happily. “He was sad he doesn't get to use them anymore. He said I should get to have some fun with them, at least.”

A quick glance back at the other men showed one of them - the one he assumed was Lan Xichen’s brother - pulling the other up out of his seat. They wrapped their arms around each other and started swaying to music only they could hear. They certainly weren’t dancing to the music that was actually playing. Huaisang was standing nearby. He quickly fled when he noticed Mingjue looking at him. Mingjue’s eyes narrowed. What was Huaisang up to?

“Oh, Huaisang left again,” Lan Xichen said, sounding disappointed. “I have to thank him. He asked me to get him another drink, and that meant I could get a better look at you.” His eyes widened. “I forgot Huaisang’s drink!”

“I don’t think Huaisang will mind. I’m sure he’s had more than enough,” Mingjue said quickly. He had an idea what Huaisang was up to now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care this time. “How do you know him?”

“He’s A-Xian’s friend.” Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed in thought. “Or possibly a friend of a friend? I just met him last week, in this very club. It’s nice here! A bit loud though. So many people.” Lan Xichen looked around, taking in the dancing bodies that surrounded them. “Do you know Huaisang? Is he your boyfriend?” Lan Xichen’s smile dimmed, fading into a politely fake copy. Mingjue didn’t like it.

“He’s my brother.” He thought Lan Xichen might be a little drunk.

“That’s wonderful!” His true smile returning, Lan Xichen sat down on the stool next to him and leaned toward him. “Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?”

“Neither.” Although if Lan Xichen was still interesting - and interested - when he was sober, Mingjue was willing to change that.

Lan Xichen pulled his phone out of his pocket. “We should exchange numbers!” He poked and swiped at the screen a few times before finally exclaiming, “Got it! Here.” He thrust the phone at Mingjue.

This probably wasn’t how things like this were supposed to go - who handed their phone to a complete stranger? - but Mingjue was done questioning anything Lan Xichen said or did tonight. He sent a text to himself and then saved his number in Lan Xichen’s contact list as ‘Nie Mingjue - Single’.

As soon as Lan Xichen took his phone back, he took a picture of himself with the same bright smile that had short-circuited Mingjue’s brain earlier. “So you don’t forget who I am,” Lan Xichen said as he tapped away on his phone. Mingjue’s own phone buzzed with a notification.

“No danger of that,” he said, but he was quick to take out his phone and save Lan Xichen’s number in his contacts.

“Now you send one to me!”

Mingjue did not like having his picture taken and he really did not like taking selfies, but he didn’t hesitate to do as Lan Xichen asked. He tried to remember everything Huaisang always insisted on explaining about taking selfies, getting a good angle and adequate lighting. He even managed a natural-looking smile.

Lan Xichen gasped softly at him, then again after he received the picture of Mingjue. “So handsome! I love your dimples!” He gazed at the picture a little longer, then tucked his phone away and hopped off the barstool. “We should dance!”

Before Mingjue could decide if his dislike of club dancing was strong enough to withstand Lan Xichen’s radiance - he was beginning to suspect he could deny this man nothing - they were interrupted.

“Xichen-ge.” It was the brother’s boyfriend, the one with the unused pick-up lines. “Lan Zhan needs to go home."

“Time to sleep.” The brother - Lan Zhan, apparently - did look sleepy, his eyes almost half-closed. He tugged at his boyfriend’s arm and tried to pull him away, swaying a bit as he did.

“Didi!” Lan Xichen swept his brother up into an enthusiastic hug.

Lan Zhan submitted to the embrace, laying his head on Lan Xichen’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “Wei Ying too,” he said.

“A-Xian!” Lan Xichen pulled his brother’s boyfriend into the hug. The boyfriend went along with it, shrugging when he caught Mingjue’s eye. He wrapped his arms around both brothers.

“Time for all good Lans to go home and go to bed,” the boyfriend - Wei Ying? A-Xian? - said.

“Do we have to go?” Was Lan Xichen… pouting?

“What about your uncle? He’ll blame me for corrupting your morals!” Wei Ying pouted right back at Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue had to look away before he started laughing at their antics.

“No.” Lan Zhan jerked upright from his doze on Lan Xichen’s shoulder and grabbed Wei Ying’s hand. “I will protect you.”

“Very well,” Lan Xichen said, a hint of a pout still on his face. “We’ll go now. We won’t give shufu any more reason to be mad at you.” He turned the two young men around and began herding them away. Mingjue tried not to let Lan Xichen’s abrupt departure bother him. Not even a goodbye?

“The door is this way, Xichen-ge,” Wei Ying said, steering the unsteady trio in the right direction.

As they drifted past him once more, Lan Xichen noticed him and pulled them all to a halt. “Nie Mingjue!” he cried, as if seeing him again after a long period of time. That damn smile was back. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Maybe we can dance next time?” Mingjue nodded dumbly. “I’ll text you! Or you can text me! Okay?”

Mingjue nodded again. The whole evening had taken on a surreal feel and he was starting to doubt the whole thing had happened, even as it was still happening.

“I’ll remind him,” Wei Ying said, giving them a wide smile. Lan Zhan glared and stalked away, pulling Wei Ying along with him. “Bye!” Wei Ying called over his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Nie Mingjue! It was nice to meet you!” Lan Xichen reached out and touched his hand briefly, then hurried away after his two companions.

Mingjue flexed his hand. The spot where Lan Xichen had touched him tingled like they were in some sappy romance. Hauisang could never learn of this.

As if summoned by the thought, Huaisang appeared at his side.

“Wei Wuxian was right, those Lans cannot hold their liquor. I think they had less than half a glass of beer between the two of them.” Hauisang tapped his chin with his fan.

“Wei Wuxian?”

“My new bestie. He was just here - the one wearing black.” Huaisang smiled brightly. “He’s fun.”

Wei Ying - Wei Wuxian, that explained why Lan Xichen called him A-Xian - had been wearing black, while Lan Zhan wore clothing similar to his brother. “I see. We weren’t properly introduced.”

“Wei Wuxian isn’t a proper introduction sort of person, he won’t care. Now Lan Xichen.” Huaisang went back to tapping his chin. “Lan Xichen is definitely a proper introduction sort of person, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes.” His brother was definitely up to something. “He did properly introduce himself, which is why I even know who you are talking about right now.”

“He really is a delicious looking man, isn’t he? And he’s so nice. Definitely boyfriend material.”

Mingjue didn’t answer. Was Huaisang interested in Lan Xichen? Lan Xichen had just been hitting on Mingjue. He should tell Huaisang, let him down gently before he got invested, but that still very firmly put Lan Xichen out of Mingjue’s reach. Bro code or whatever, there was no way Mingjue would hurt Huaisang like that. Maybe in a few years, after Huaisang had moved on? Who was he kidding, there was no way someone like Lan Xichen would stay single that long.

Huaisang smacked him on the arm with his fan. “Silly da-ge, for you, not me! He’s not my type.”

Since Huaisang said that about every person ever, Mingjue wasn’t sure what his brother’s type was. Did he even have a type? Would he tell Mingjue if he did? He wished Huaisang didn’t feel like he had to protect Mingjue from whatever it was he thought he was protecting him from. Who was the big brother around here?

...wait.

“For me?”

“Why do you think I sent him over here?”

Mingjue did not know how to feel about that. Grateful for the roundabout introduction? Irritated at the meddling? Overwhelming love for his sneaky little brother? “I can manage my own affairs,” he finally grumbled.

“Of course you can,” Huaisang said with a soothing pat on his shoulder. “Buy me a drink, da-ge. Lan Xichen never brought the one I asked for.”

“You’ve had enough.”

“But da-geeeee-”

Mingjue ignored his brother’s whining - he had a lot of practice at it. Even Huaisang draping himself over his back and complaining directly in his ear could not change his mind. If Huaisang really wanted a drink, he could get his own.

His phone chimed a text notification at him. Lan Xichen was already texting him.

Our Lyft driver has such a nice car!!!

The text was accompanied by a slightly out of focus picture of a smiling Lan Xichen sitting in the back seat of a vehicle, with the top of his brother's head just visible on his shoulder. Very little of the car was showing.

Mingjue didn't bother to respond, but he couldn't help the fond smile that crossed his face. If this was Lan Xichen drunk, he couldn't wait to see what he was like sober. He was about to put his phone away when Huaisang grabbed it out of his hand.

"What's this?" Huaisang opened up the text app and stared at his most recent text. "You set his contact name as 'Yours'? Da-ge!"

Mingjue took his phone back and put it in his pocket. "What? He said I could."

#always end on a punch line right? #nielan #pre-nielan #if you want to be precise #drunk lxc #are common fandom tropes present? #i sure hope so #why is posting fic in a new fandom always so nerve wracking

[tsarisfanfiction]

Trafalgar Law + blood loss + forest??

Anamnesis (Tales From The Heart)

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen Warnings: Blood Characters: Law, Baby 5, Buffalo, Doflamingo

Slowly munching my way through this pile!  (Not that I’m not happy to still get more!  Keep ‘em coming!)  Fandom switch for a moment, and Law’s in the firing line now.

Hmm, might go with something a little different this time.  My muse has pondered, and has decided to go for a part of Law’s history I’ve never written before!  Sadly, that means no Heart Pirates, but it does mean I get to play around in a new sandbox, so how about that?  (It’s also an area I remember less about, so challenge time?)

Spin the wheel of whump and give me a character!

The leaves rustled, and Law glared up at them.  Some animal was up there, no doubt completely uncaring about the boy hiding in the foliage that made up the base of the tree, but if it kept rustling, it’d draw attention.

Law wasn’t ready to be found, even if the trail of blood would lead right to him if the gangsters looked in the right place.  Baby 5 had done her best to cover it up, even as Buffalo did his best to cover him up after Law had point blank refused to let the other boy carry him back.  It would be smarter and far more efficient for him to stay hidden while Buffalo raised havoc the other side of the forest and Baby 5 ran for help.

It was stupid.  The gangsters were idiots, clearly, but unfortunately being idiots meant it hadn’t occurred to them that attacking a trio of kids was a bad idea.  Maybe they didn’t know who they were.  Who their captain was.

Law was mad he hadn’t been able to destroy them himself, had taken a bullet to the thigh in what was rather a dangerous place, knocking him down from the fight.  It stung that he’d need one of the adults to finish his fight, because he might only be twelve but his life was nearly over and he couldn’t spend it hiding behind the adults if he wanted to make the world burn before he died.  He still wasn’t strong enough, but he was running out of time.

Running out of time fast.  He didn’t have anything to treat his wound with, his pack abandoned in the fight, complete with its medical supplies, but he knew the puddle of red was getting larger and his thinking wasn’t quite as crisp as it should be.  He was going to die when he was thirteen, but the hole in his leg was making it more and more likely by the moment that he was going to die when he was twelve, instead.

It needed sutures, maybe even cauterisation, although that would bring its own set of problems, but all he had were blood-soaked hands, pressing down as much as the pain would let him - sharp pain, not the ever-present pressure of the lead in his skin - and the knowledge that Baby 5 was running for help.

Law wasn’t afraid of dying.  Death was a constant companion now, looming closer every day, and he had accepted that.  However, he hadn’t watched the world burn, yet.  Hadn’t made the world pay for what it did to his sister, his parents, his home.  Right now, death was not an option.  Right now, he had to live.

His fingers were slippery and red and white swam in his vision, the tan he’d picked up since joining the Donquixote Family lost beneath blood and lead.  His head was heavy, lolling down even as he tried to hold it still.  There was a lot of red.  Even the white was being overcome, no longer the prime candidate for his murderer, and Law bit down on the inside of his cheek.  Copper flooded his mouth.

He had to stay awake.  Couldn’t pass out, had to wait until the Family arrived and tore apart the gangsters and brought medical supplies so he could patch himself up.

He had to... stay... awake...

“Law!”

Awareness nudged at him, the black fog he didn’t recall arriving fading back into a mist.  Feathers, large and obnoxious and pink, and a man many times his size crouched in front of him.

Light glanced off of something.  Doffy’s fingers were moving, dancing through the sky in a way that meant he was using his strings.  The light highlighted them, too - thin, gossamer strands with tiny red beads and smears of crimson.

Someone was crying.  Two someones, and Law didn’t need cognitive awareness to know it was Baby 5 and Buffalo.  Trebol’s nasally voice was there, too, but Law wasn’t listening to what he had to say.  Wasn’t listening to anything as the realisation he wasn’t dying today set in and the haze turned back to fog.

Large hands grabbed him, the ground disappeared, and the fog turned into inky, inky nothing.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #trafalgar law #donquixote doflamingo #drabbles #purfectpurple #Tales from the Heart

[spahhzy]

"Oh if your here then that must have meant...you failed, oh well I guess we can just start again"

"I can fill you in on the details I guess while we wait for the rest of the group"

"no no! sit down! We are going to be here for awhile! Look I even have it book marked! Now sit, grab a cup of coffee or whatever it is your kind drinks and relax"

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"How are they doing?" Asked qrow as he took a swig from his flask. The question given to the eldest schnee, Winter.

"If by 'They' you mean the team of Oscar, Nora, Ren and your niece Ruby physically they are all healed...no long lasting damage after the mission but mentally..." Winter trailed off not looking up from her paperwork.

Qrow sighed before taking another sip from his flask, this was all one big fucked up headache.

"If you insist on drinking could you please do so away from here..." Winter said to him to which qrow just looked at her before capping the flask and walking out of the office without so much a rebuttal.

Once the door closed, Winter let out a frustrated sigh before slamming her fist onto her desk.

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-WBY- Vacuo general Hospital.

The room was quiet. all three girls laid on their respective beds both thinking and reflecting on the days that had passed.

It wasn't long until Blake spoke out.

"So...now what do we do?"

Ah yes what do they do indeed.

"I...I don't know" came Weiss as she too didn't know the answer to that question.

"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Came the frustrated voice of Yang.

"In case you forgot Yang...we got outclassed and outmatched by Salem I'm not sure their is anything we can do right now" Spoke Weiss to which Yang just grabbed her pillow in frustration.

Silence fell over them again.

"How...how is Ruby?" Weiss asked to the older sister.

Yang just looked at Weiss and Blake and just shook her head.

"She's asleep; she was taking it pretty badly"

The fall of Atlas, Ironwood's desperate actions (some would disagree), and now this...

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Ruby's hospital room.

Ren, Nora and Oscar all looked like a mess.

All three were sitting in chairs bandaged and bruised but all staring at the sleeping form of one Ruby Rose.

"What changed for things to be like this?" Spoke Ren while voicing his thoughts the question was mainly for Ozpin.

Oscar remained silent.

"He started acting differently back at the Schnee manor when we rescued yiu from the whale" Ren said calmly eyes still on the sleeping Rose.

"Things came to a head in the desert after Cinders defeat" he stopped trying to relive that horrible memory.

"he was ready to carve her up and in his words 'slice her apart so he could expose her rotten innards so she can be judged for what she had become' that's not him, that's would never be him" Ren stated as Nora agreed.

Oscar remained quiet.

"Things blew apart more when I stopped him...I could feel his anger Ozpin, that hatred and when he told me to 'stand aside' that gaze he sent me..sent us?" Ren shivered at the memory.

"We got into a fight, as in fight-fight headmaster but he seemed to stop and freak out a bit before healing us and apologizing profusely" Nora said allowing Ren to follow up

"All that hate and anger...gone. as if it was never there and I realized we had our brother back"

"So if there is anything you need to say tell us now...please"

Oscar remained silent. Just staring at Ruby sleeping.

"Is that all you can do? Be silent!?"

Ren just clutched at the arm rest in anger.

"Ren please calm down maybe even headmaster doesn't know why she did what she did!"

Ren scoffed. A trait not usually found within the young man. He turned his head to face the boy.

"You know something... I can see the gears turning up their but you don't wanna say anything"

Oscar still remains silent.

"Damnit Ozpin tell us something, anything!" Ren all but pleaded to which Oscar said nothing.

Ren sighed before getting up and with Nora in tow left Ruby's room without another word.

Before leaving Nora turned and spoke "he was right not to trust you" and closed the door.

Leaving Oscar to just stare at the still form of Ruby as she slept before shifting his eyes to one object that was laying on her bed with her.

A broken Crocea Mors.

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Ren punched the wall in frustration outside of the hospital leaving small cracks.

"Ren!"

" I'm fine Nora just.."

"Your mad...I know I am too, I really...really wanted to break his legs but it's Oscar legs too" Nora said before hugging him from behind.

"We'll get him back Ren" she said as Ren sighed.

"I know Nora...I just can't help-" he was interrupted by a sudden rumble in his scroll and a beep signifying a new message.

Oddly enough Nora's scroll beep as well.

With a sigh he and Nora pulled out their scrolls.

"Did you get a message as well?" Nora asked

Ren nodded.

It was a video from an unknown number.

The video being titled 'Have you heard the good news?'.

"Did you guys get a video message too?" Came the voice of Qrow as he walked towards them with his scroll out as well.

" Yes which if you got it...then I wonder if Weiss, Yang and Blake got it as well" Ren asked and Qrow rubbed his chin thinking.

"If they did then this couldn't be by random coincidence let's go to their room and find out" Qrow said to which Ren and Nora agreed.

The trio headed out to find the other three.

.

As the footsteps faded from the room Oscar, still looking at the sleeping form of Ruby, sighed.

'Why couldn't you tell Ren anything?'

'What would you want me to say?'

'Something just...something'

'Somethings are better left unsaid'

Oscar rolled his eyes, Ozpin was hiding something that much was clear.

His scroll went off.

He had received a video message from an unknown number.

Oscar opened the message and pressed play.

"Today....today is a wonderful day!" Oscar eyes widened at the voice it was...

"Yes its me Tyrian the ever faithful servant to our goddess!" He said dramatically hands spread out wide in stage like fashion.

"How is all of you by the way...and by you I mean those receiving this video hmm?" He asked tilting his head.

"Ah you must be fine physical wounds heal and such" Oscar just glared at the mad scorpion on the screen mocking him.

"How is Miss Rose? Hopefully not taking it too bad?" Again more mockery. What is the damn point of this video?

"Ahaha, enough I can guess your all pretty upset but why? Why be upset?...haven't you heard the good news?"

What good news can come from a psychopath who blindy follows the devil herself?

"Well before I can give the good news allow me to give you some bad news!" Suddenly a crude drawing of stick figures graced the right side of screen while one gracefully drawn person was on the left. The one on the left was undeniably Salem.

"My goddess has deemed you all , and by that I mean humanity and faunus alike,as disgusting bacteria; a bacteria that only infects and destroys!" Some of the stick figures Oscar noticed had some distinguishing features, 3 had capes, 1 had a yellow arm , 1 had a big gun, alot had animal traits and some had white hair and surrounded by money.

"So it with a heavy heart that I must tell you that you all will be released from this level of existence by the mercy of my mistress!" He said as he put a hand over his heart as if paying respects.

That was before a large crazed grin etched onto his face.

"Now with the bad news gone! It's time for the good news!" He all but squealed as he then held up another two pictures.

The one on the left was again a portrait of Salem her arms spread open, while the picture on the right was of four stick figures.

One figure with blonde hair in front of three others. The other three were on the ground defeated almost. One had black and a pink line in its hair, the other had a hammer and orange hair and the last the one closest to the blonde had a red cape.

"I knew their was a reason I found him so...interesting!" He said which made Oscar shudder.

"But did YOU know this Ozpin hmm?"

Did Ozpin know what?

" is that why you accepted him into Beacon and not the whole 'untapped potential' jargon you preached?" Tyrian question before long his face cam back to the screen.

" I've learned some very crucial information...information that makes me wonder who really is the good side in all of this" Tyrian said acting as if he was putting on his thinking cap before snapping his fingers.

"You really tried to keep him from her...and how far did you go to achieve that I wonder..."

Tyrian was rambling trying to rile Ozpin up, because Oscar could feel a slight tugging on his consciousness.

"But fate works in strange ways...you of all people should have learned that" he said before motioning to a big portrait of Salem.

"She dances and sings in the light, she lurks in the shadows and she always gets her way" the scene changes this time.

"I've berated you enough...I think I'd like a quick chat with those three closest to him"

Oscar looked away from the screen too the sleeping form of Ruby. Then back to the screen. If he got this video then possibly everyone did too.

"Too the Valkyrie, the Calm One, and to Miss Rose especially..." a dark grin marred his face.

"Your words mean nothing to him now!" He stated sinisterly before a series of pictures flashed on screen.

It was of a blonde haired man with striking deep blue eyes , his armour worn out and cracked and his shield discarded as he held a broken sword.

Another photo but this time it was a photo with a women banged up , bruised her cape in tatters and her eyes reflecting despair. She was in the background, on the ground arm outstretched trying to reach the blonde haired man in vain.

"Now he only hears...her truth"

Before finally one more photo appears and this time it makes Oscar's and in extension Ozpin's blood run cold.

It was a photo of the blonde man and a pale woman who had red eyes and black veins.

"No it can't be" this time it was Ozpin who spoke.

It was of Jaune Arc and Salem embracing.

"Now...he's home"

The video ended and remained on that image.

.

"This isn't right that's too far ahead! No this won't do! Stupid bookmark ugh"

"Well just have to start from the beginning my bad buddy!"

[Here we go, off to a bad start.]

#jaune arc #rwby salem #lie ren #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #oh no

[artificialqueens]

Ms. California - Chapter One (Crygi/Jankie) - Mik

AN: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction (or fiction in general). I absolutely love the idea of these two together, so hopefully you all enjoy it! If you guys like it, I’m definitely hoping to write at least six more chapters.

Summary: Crystal moves to Los Angeles from Missouri and meets GiGi Goode, captain of the varsity cheer squad. Queue the 1990s lesbian high school AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

The first time Crystal sees GiGi is on her first day of senior year at Fairfax High School. She’s just moved from a small town in Missouri to Los Angeles with her family and starting over is daunting. 

The second she enters the campus, she feels intimidated - it’s at least three times the size of her high school back home. She knows nobody; she is completely and utterly alone amongst her peers, who seem to be mostly chatting amongst themselves in groups. It’s Crystal’s senior year and she knows she should be looking forward to all of the so-called “high school experiences” that are surely to come this year, but all she can think of is how much she wishes it were all over. 

Crystal looks down at the somewhat crumpled piece of paper in her hands, examining her schedule. It’s going to be a pretty simple year, she decides, after realizing she only has five classes, one of which is advanced drawing and painting. Crystal is an art kid through and through. She looks the part - always wearing quirky combinations of bright colors and unconventional, wacky patterns - acts the part, and has the talent to match her aesthetic. 

Crystal begins looking for her first period classroom - art, thankfully. An easy way to start the day, she thinks to herself. Although she can see her class is supposedly held in room A12, she can’t find the building for the life of her on the huge campus. She’s sure that she looks impossibly lost and frazzled, and she starts to panic as she notices that the hands on her watch are slowly ticking closer to eight.

Apparently, someone else notices her alarmed expression too. “Are you lost?” a voice calls out from behind Crystal. 

“Um… yeah, I think I am,” Crystal replies, turning around. When she sees the person the voice belongs to, her nerves override her brain. The girl has shoulder length blonde hair and the most strikingly blue eyes she’s seen. She’s dressed like someone out of the magazines Crystal used to read; a short red dress clings to her long legs and Crystal can’t help but notice the pair of blush pink heels she’s chosen to accessorize the outfit with. Crystal thinks that she belongs on a runway or a movie set or at a photoshoot, not on a high school campus. She’s tall, she’s thin, she has full, pillowy lips, and a cute button nose; a girl that looked like that wouldn’t have made a point of reaching out to a stranger at her old high school. 

“What classroom are you looking for?” the girl asks, approaching Crystal. 

“A12,” Crystal chirps, sure she’s sounding as nervous as she looks. 

“Oh, you’re an art kid. Well, it’s right up that flight of stars,” the blonde motions to her right. “Are you new?” “Is it that obvious?” Crystal jokes, trying to hide how flustered she is. “Just a bit,” the other girl cracks a smile. “I’m GiGi.”

“Crystal.” “Well, maybe I’ll see you around, Crystal.”

GiGi walks off, leaving a stunned Crystal in her wake. As soon as she can calm her thoughts, she walks towards the flight of stairs.

She makes it to her first period class with five minutes to spare, and upon realizing she’s the first student to enter the spacious classroom, she makes her way to the front. Crystal elects to sit front and center, deciding that if nothing else, it will make her noticeable to other students and hopefully help her make some friends.

Students start trickling in one by one and filling out the classroom. Most choose to sit as far back as they can, probably to avoid being called on or so they can text without being noticed. Crystal silently prays for someone to sit next to her so she doesn’t look like the loner new kid. 

Her wish is granted when a girl with long, black hair wearing a pair of glasses with thick frames elects to sit next to her. 

Crystal, being somewhat extroverted - and desperate to make friends at her new school - introduces herself. 

“Hey, I’m Crystal!”

“Jackie,” the girl smiles. “Nice to meet you,” she says, extending a hand. 

Crystal suppresses a smirk at the formality of the gesture; it’s endearing. 

“Nice to meet you, too! How long have you been taking art?” Crystal asks,

Their conversation is interrupted by their teacher - who introduces herself as Ms. Velour - beginning the class. Crystal and Jackie both listen attentively to the bald woman with bold make-up as she reviews the course syllabus. 

Ms. Velour suddenly stops her lecturing and Crystal hears the door to the classroom open and close in succession. She twists around, partially out of curiosity to see who’s coming in so late, and partially because every other student is too. 

It’s GiGi. 

She makes a beeline for the only open desk in the back right corner. 

“Ms. Goode, thank you for joining us,” Ms. Velour says in a somewhat annoyed tone. 

GiGi doesn’t answer, and when Crystal tries making eye contact, GiGi ignores her. 

First period flies by, and even though Crystal would have loved to catch up to GiGi after class, GiGi seems to have sped out of the classroom. Crystal finds out she and Jackie both have second period - AP English - together anyways, so the two make their way to the classroom across campus. 

“So, that GiGi girl…” Crystal asks her potential new friend in a somewhat questioning tone. 

“GiGi? Well, there’s a lot I could say but I guess I’ll just stick with the super simplified version of it. She’s a junior and the head of the varsity cheer squad, she’s the resident “cool girl”, if you know what I mean. I’ve had art with her every year, and she likes to pretend she’s above it all.”

“Above it all?” Crystal questions - that definitely wasn’t the feeling she got from GiGi earlier. 

“Oh yeah, definitely. I mean, she probably thinks of all of the art kids as weird losers. But she’s one of us - she just won’t acknowledge it or you you, unless she’s hurling insults at you with her posse of cheer girls.” 

Crystal refrains from commenting about her interaction with GiGi before the class. “Well, that sounds like something out of a bad 1980s high school movie,” Crystal laughs. 

“It kind of is - welcome to LA, Crystal,” Jackie jokes as the two walk into their second class. 

~

Crystal’s first day goes well, overall. She and Jackie are on the route to becoming fast friends, and the dark haired girl even offers to give her a ride home after class, which Crystal appreciates.

The next morning, Jackie picks Crystal up and introduces her to her friend, Jan. The two seem a bit touchy; there are many fleeting glances and subtle touches between them.

The trio arrive to school ten minutes early, after picking up coffee. Jan is bright and bubbly and kind and Crystal immediately adores her; much like herself and Jackie, they hit it off instantaneously. 

Jan hugs Jackie goodbye, and plants a kiss on her cheek, eliciting Jackie to turn a shade of light pink. 

Crystal doesn’t question it. 

“Jan’s really cool,” Crystal says to Jackie as they make their way to first period together. 

“Yeah, isn’t she?” Jackie grins. “We’ve known each other since middle school.”

“Those kinds of friendships are always the best, I had a few friends like that back home in Missouri,” Crystal recalls. 

“Oh, well… I wouldn’t say we’re friends,” Jackie stutters. 

“You seemed pretty close,” Crystal says, perplexed. 

“Uh, yeah, we are,” Jackie says expectantly. 

The pair are silent for thirty seconds as Crystal tries to understand what Jackie is insinuating. 

“Okay, I don’t get it,” Crystal admits. 

“We’re like, girlfriends,” Jackie half-whispers. “But you can’t say anything. Please do not say anything.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I should’ve picked up on that,” Crystal sighs internally at her own obliviousness. “And I won’t - your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you. I mean, it’s just a bit weird because Jan is on the cheer squad and if anyone finds out, she’ll basically become a pariah - both for being bisexual and for dating someone like me.”

“It’s Los Angeles and it’s 1994 - do people still really care about that here? And what do you mean, ‘someone like you’” Crystal asks, somewhat shocked. If there was one thing she was expecting to be different in Los Angeles, it was the sociocultural climate.

“Most of the kids at this school come from money - rich, white families. Republican families,” Jackie exhales. “Which also means they’re not too fond of me - an out-and-proud Persian lesbian.”

“That’s stupid,” Crystal states. 

“We can agree on that,” Jackie sighs. 

The pair sit down together, in the front of the classroom again, and talk about their art - what they like painting, their favorite painting music, their current works in progress.

Class starts and to Crystal’s dismay, she doesn’t see GiGi - until she hears the door quickly open and close fifteen minutes later.

GiGi arrives late again. This time there are no seats left in the back, and she’s forced to make her way to the front of the room. Crystal barely notices that someone is sitting beside her until the scent of Chanel perfume floods Crystal’s senses. 

Crystal is greeted with the same bright blue eyes she was previously entranced by. 

Disregarding a suspicious look from Jackie, Crystal smiles at GiGi.

“Hey! Thanks again for helping me get here the other day.”

GiGi, unlike the day before, gives her a tight-lipped smile. “No problem.”

“Your make-up looks really nice today!” Crystal continues on, admiring GiGi’s dark lips, sparkling magenta eyeshadow, and long eyelashes..

“Thanks.”

Crystal notices a difference in the GiGi she met and this GiGi - she knew it didn’t mean much because she’d barely interacted with the girl, but she feels strangely compelled to get to know her. There was something about her that was intoxicating. 

Before Crystal could continue talking, the teacher shoots her a look, effectively silencing her. 

~

Crystal is on her own after class; Jackie is meeting Jan to do god knows what. She decides to use Jackie’s lack of presence as an excuse to talk to GiGi again. 

Class ends and Crystal trails behind GiGi, who once again darts out of the door. 

“Hey, wait, GiGi!” Crystal yells, partially expecting the tall girl to continue walking quickly down the hill. 

She doesn’t. She spins around, and crosses her arms. “Yes?” “I need help finding my English classroom. Jackie showed me where it was yesterday, and I forgot.”

GiGi rolls her eyes; Crystal figures her feigned ignorance is fairly easy to see through. 

“You do? Again?” GiGi says in a monotone voice. 

“Okay, I’ll admit that was pretty lame,” Crystal tries to lighten the mood. “I don’t know, you seem really cool, and I guess I was wondering if you’d want to grab lunch today? I’m new, I don’t really have friends here yet.”

GiGi’s expression turns from annoyed to something resembling concern. Her eyes dart around before motioning for Crystal to follow her back up the hill, towards the secluded side of the art building. 

“I don’t know what Jackie told you about me, but I can’t be like that. Especially not with you.” 

Crystal arches an eyebrow. “I don’t get it.”

“Come on. Jan tells Jackie everything, don’t play dumb, please. Class starts in…” GiGi checks her pearl-colored watch, “five minutes and I don’t have time to spell it out for you, new girl.”

“I’m not,” Crystal shrugs. 

GiGi lets out a muffled groan. “Sure you’re not. Okay, well, why don’t you just ask Jackie about me, then?”

Crystal doesn’t want to admit that she already has. 

“Um… okay. So that’s a no for lunch then, I’m guessing?” Crystal asks. 

GiGi’s facial expression indicates that she, under her rock-hard exterior, genuinely does feel bad. She opens her mouth and pauses, as if she’s trying to figure out the right thing to say. 

“Not lunch… and not at school. What are you doing on Friday night?”

“Um, nothing probably. New kid syndrome,” Crystal jokes, trying to break the tension. 

“Ask Jackie for my number. If she doesn’t have it, Jan does.” 

GiGi is gone as soon as she finishes her sentence, and Crystal is confused. GiGi seems to have some connection to Jackie - Jackie hadn’t mentioned that in the slightest. Second, she seems to think that Crystal has some hidden motive, one completely unbeknownst to her. Crystal can’t even begin to fathom what’s going on in the blonde’s head. She just wants friends and GiGi seems nice - and she’s stunning. But that’s aside from the point. Crystal snaps out of her thoughts, realizing she needs to make it to AP English in less than three minutes.  

She lets it go, and sets off to her next class, intending to tell Jackie everything. GiGi perplexes her.

~

“She wants to what?!” Jackie exclaims once class is over. “She wants to hang out, outside of school, with you?!”

“Yeah, I mean, I think so. It seemed like she wanted to spend time with me,” Crystal says. “She also kind of made a comment about you and Jan - she knows you’re close with her. Does she know about you two?”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I’m all for outing people, but I guess if she’s going to be so bold - GiGi and I had a thing during her freshman year - my sophomore year. She’s the only one who knows about Jan - they keep each other’s secret.”

“Wow,” Crystal mused. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s all very dramatic,” Jackie sighs. “I don’t like GiGi very much - not anymore at least. She’s changed a lot. I mean, she won’t be seen with me because I’m out, even though I’m dating her best friend, and she was clearly ignoring you in front of everyone because you’re gay,” Jackie rambles.

“Oh, I’m not - I mean, I’m supportive of all of that but I’m like, I’m not gay,” Crystal says, turning bright red. 

“Oh,” Jackie looks confused. “But you’re going on Friday?”

“Yeah?” Crystal says inquisitively. 

“I mean, I don’t want to speak for GiGi, but if you asked her to get lunch, she probably thought you were trying to flirt. And I think suggesting Friday was her way of showing she is interested,” Jackie explains. 

Crystal realizes she’s a little bit oblivious; she’s embarrassed. Growing up in a small town in Missouri rendered her unable to read the situation; it’s not like gay people ever tried to secretly date there. She didn’t even know if gay people lived in Missouri.  

“Well, shit,” Crystal inhales deeply. 

“Are you gonna go?”

“Yeah, I mean… Maybe we can be friends, or something,” Crystal hopes aloud. “Oh, and on that note, I need GiGi’s number - she told me to ask you for it.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jackie cox #jan sport #crygi #jankie #high school au #lesbian au #ms california #mik #concrit welcome #submission #s12

[vanilla107]

Underneath the Mistletoe (Part 1)

Hello everyone!

It's the most wonderful time (inhales) of the YEARRRRRRRRRRRRR! If you've been reading my angsty as hell She-ra fanfiction (it's called 'I thought we were best friends') then you know I've been planning on writing a fluffy more happy fanfiction for Catradora! I hope that you are spending your holidays with your loved ones and if you are not, then I hope that this fanfiction provides some love <3. Have a great Christmas everyone!

Stay healthy! vanilla107 xoxo

Summary: It's Adora's first Christmas in Brightmoon and to say she's uneducated about Christmas is an understatement. Bow and Glimmer make it their personal mission to educate the ex-Horde soldier but when Catra makes a surprise visit, it's a Christmas that Adora will never forget.

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Part 2

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It was December in Etheria and the whole of Brightmoon was a buzz of activity.

There was brightly coloured lights draping the palace and the smell of gingerbread floated from the kitchen throughout the corridors. Everyone was excited for Christmas and the energy was infectious that year. Apparently Hordak and Queen Angella had decided to call a ceasefire for the season so the Princess Alliance didn’t have to worry about the Horde attacking them.

Adora was still paranoid.

“This makes no sense. Why would Hordak do this?” she asked as she paced around Glimmer’s room.

Glimmer and Bow were wrapping presents for the big Christmas dinner they were having in a few days and they glanced at each other with worry.

“Adora, I know it seems fishy but don’t worry. Just because there’s a ceasefire doesn’t mean that my mom didn’t removed any security from Brightmoon. I don’t really know why Horak of all people decided to agree with my mom but we should just enjoy ourselves.”

“But-”

“No buts Adora. Christmas is a big thing in Brightmoon and we don’t want you worrying about attacks. This is a happy time of year,” said Bow as he wrapped some tinsel around his neck and winked.

“Besides, you seriously want to train instead of making Christmas cookies, singing Christmas songs, buying presents, decorating the Christmas tree-”

“-And eating all the food the kitchen prepares, the smell of spices and pine, playing in the snow, making snowmen and snow angels, drink hot chocolate-” continued Glimmer, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Adora looked at them dumbfounded.

“There’s...Christmas songs?” she asked and Glimmer and Bow stared at her.

“Adora...you’ve never celebrated Christmas...have you?” Bow asked and Adora sighed.

“Yep, another thing the Horde never did. We just thought it was a day that princesses celebrate all the evil they’ve ever done to the Horde.”

Glimmer’s jaw dropped and Bow stood up abruptly and extended his hand to Adora.

“Well, let’s make your first Christmas one you’ll never forget.”

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“Oh my gosh...this...this is heavenly!” Adora squealed and Bow grinned.

They were in the middle of a village opposite the palace that was having it’s Christmas market. There was soft Christmas music being played by musicians and families walking hand in hand buying fruit cake or presents. Adora was wearing a puffy red jacket with black thermal pants, boots and red ear muffs. Bow ditched his crop top look and opted for a warm blue jacket and white thermal pants with gloves.

“First sip of hot chocolate and that’s your reaction? Then you, my friend, need to prepare to have your mind blown,” he said as he gave her a gingerbread woman. Before she could take a bite she stared at it.

“It’s so cute!” she said as she examined the cookie.

The gingerbread woman had a yellow icing dress with green polka dots and a black smiley face.

“Bow...I don’t want to eat it...it’s too pretty,” she moaned and he laughed.

“Don’t worry! There’s a whole stall selling them a few meters away! You can buy as many as you want!”

“Hey guys!” Glimmer ran up to them, her usual purple outfit replaced with a fluffy blue jacket, a purple beanie and pants.

“I found a games stall! If you hit a certain amount of targets you get a prize! Let’s go check it out!”

The trio ran to the stall and watched a few children play. The booth was filled with different prizes on display, drawing a large crowd of children all trying to win what they wanted. They paid for five balls and if they hit the various targets at different ranges they could pick whatever prize they wanted. The more targets you hit, the better your prize. Adora’s eyes went wide when she saw a unicorn plushie with a pastel pink mane and tail. She needed to hit ten, consecutive targets to win it.

“I. Want. That.” Adora said gripping the stall table and Glimmer giggled.

“Okay then, why don’t you give it a try?” said Bow as he paid for his first five.

Adora watched Bow and watched how he hit all five of his targets without a hitch and chose a bag of candy canes as his prize.

“Okay...this seems simple enough…” Adora said as she payed for her first five balls. She took her aim and managed to hit her first three but missed her fourth one.

“I just need to concentrate…” Adora whispered and paid for another five balls.

She squealed when she hit all her targets and paid for her next five. “C’mon Adora! Just five more and you got it in the bag!” cheered Bow. Adora aimed her first ball and missed.

“It’s okay...I just need to start over. It’ll be fine,” Adora said with burning determination.

She tried again and managed to get her first five and then hit her sixth and seventh but missed on her eighth ball.

“Dammit!” she said and banged her fist on the stall table.

Then vendor looked at her with sympathy but he couldn’t just give it away to her.

“Adora, we can come back later...maybe when you’re feeling better and less...um...angry,” Glimmer said trying to comfort the defeated hero.

“But...but it might not be there when I get back! Someone else might win it!” Adora complained and Glimmer began to regret the game entirely.

She knew Adora was stubborn and that she would stop at nothing to get something as easily attainable like a unicorn plushie.

“Hey Adora,” a voice purred and Adora’s heart stopped as she turned around and came face to face with Catra.

Her old friend.

Her new enemy.

The one who had left permanent scars on her back because of their fight earlier that year.

Catra was dressed in a black coat and ski pants and boots. It was unusual for Catra to wear shoes but the freezing temperatures gave her no choice. Standing next to her was Entrapta, also dressed for the cold weather, who looked at the Christmas lights in wonder.

“Catra, what are you doing here?” Adora growled darkly and Catra grinned, her sharp incisors glinting in the light.

“Ceasefire remember? We aren’t allowed anywhere near the palace but we can go to the villages and enjoy the festivities,” she said as she paid for five balls.

“What is your plan? You must be here on Hordak’s orders. He’d never let anyone out because of the propaganda we were told when we were training,” Adora hissed and Bow put a hand on her shoulder.

Catra rolled her eyes and hit all five of her targets, choosing a tiny robot as her prize.

She gave it to Entrapta, who immediately began examining it.

“Hmmm...simple design but I’m sure I can improve it back home…” she murmured excitedly and Catra turned to face Adora once more.

“Adora, Adora, Adora. I guess it was Shadow Weaver’s way of trying to keep us there and swear loyalty to the Horde. That story was all made up. Hordak is allowing only Scorpia, Entrapta and I out so that we can have some fun. Guess he wants us to have a break,” Catra said with a shrug.

Adora couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“So...you’re not here on evil intentions?”

“No...well...we can still cause some chaos,” Catra said with a chuckle as she paid for ten more balls.

Catra hit all ten targets and looked at Adora in the eyes as she picked the unicorn plushie with the pink mane. Adora clenched her jaw as the plushie was handed to her enemy and watched as Catra stroked the plushie with her hand.

“C’mon Adora...let’s go to another stall. I’m sure we can find something else,” said Glimmer.

Even though the princess disliked the Horde, it was Christmas season. The last thing they needed was to end the ceasefire with Adora attacking Catra in a Christmas market.

“Yeah...let’s go,” Adora said clenching her fists and giving Catra one final glare before walking away with Glimmer and Bow to another stall.

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“I can’t believe her! She stole my prize!” Adora said in frustration as she iced her Christmas tree cookie.

The trio were at another stall, on the edge of the village, decorating sugar cookies. It was quite a comical sight, the three heroes sitting on too small, bright chairs at bright kiddie tables. Glimmer looked up from decorating her sugar cookie stocking.

“Hey, I know you’re angry but there will always be next year...even if it was our greatest enemy taking a prize you really wanted…” Bow munched on one of his cookies and began to ice a star.

“How about you vent out your frustrations while icing cookies? It’s therapeutic. Glimmer and I will check the rest of the village to see if Catra, Entrapta or Scorpia is still here. Maybe if they’re gone, you can relax a little and be less ready kill Catra.”

Adora sighed, “Sorry guys...it’s weird for me to see her here and we’re not fighting or at each others necks.”

“It’s okay. Glimmer and I will look around and come back soon. Don’t eat too many cookies while we’re gone! Save some for us!” Bow said as he walked off with Glimmer.

Adora looked at her snowflake cookie and began icing it. The soft music from the center of the village was comforting and Adora’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Stupid Catra stealing my stupid unicorn,” she muttered.

“Jeez, if I knew how much you cared about that unicorn I never would’ve taken it.”

Adora didn’t need to look up to know who was standing in front of her.

“Catra, if you’ve come to annoy me, I’m going to ask you once, leave me alone. I don’t want my first Christmas ruined because you want some sick sort of fun out of it,” Adora said as calmly as she could and she looked up as the feline.

Catra’s ears flattened and she sighed before taking a seat opposite Adora and took one of the snowman cookies and picked up a piping bag. Adora was still well aware that her enemy was sitting with her and decorating cookies but a part of her ached for moments were it felt like they were friends again.

It felt like it was the closest they were going to get to being friends again.

Catra was quiet as she tried to pipe a white border around the snowman but made a mistake. Adora could see her frustration and bit her tongue. Did she want to help her enemy? Would Catra say no?

“Hey, do...do you want help?” Adora asked hesitantly and waited for Catra to send her a harsh retort but instead she got something unexpected.

“I don’t need help! It’s just that these piping bags are stupid!”

“That’s because you’re holding it wrong,” Adora said suppressing a giggle when Catra looked at how she was holding it.

“Okay fine. You can help me with one! And then I’ll master it,” she said with a cocky grin and Adora rolled her eyes before getting up from her seat and walking around to Catra.

“Okay so you hold the top part of the bag with one hand and the bottom part with the other hand. The one hand squeezes out the icing of the piping bag while the other controls where the icing goes. Once the border is made, you leave it to dry. After the boarder is dry, you pipe the icing into your cookie and the border acts like a wall. Then you can either wait for the base to dry and then decorate it or start decorating immediately.”

Catra listened and then tried again but applied too much pressure on the bag and caused too much icing to come out. She groaned in frustration and Adora shifted a little closer towards her to see the error.

“Be a little gentler, like this,” Adora said and put her hands on top of Catra’s and helped her pipe her first border.

There was complete silence between them as Adora guided Catra’s hands over the cookie. Adora was suddenly very aware of how she was standing behind Catra and how her hands were directly on top of Catra’s.

“There! Not bad for a first try!” Adora said nervously as she quickly took her hands off looked at the delicate work they’d done.

“So...now I wait for this to dry? Ugh, what’s the point if I’m just going to eat it in 2 seconds?” Catra pouted.

“Well...um...it’s pretty and shows hard work. Here, try another one.”

Adora gave Catra a candy cane shaped cookie and watched her patiently as Catra did her second cookie.

“Okay, I think you’re getting the hang of it, now let’s go back to your snowman. It’s border should be dry now.” Adora continued to instruct Catra through the process until two iced cookies stood in front of them.

“Nice Catra! They should be set within the next few minutes,” Adora said admiring them and turned to face her friend and smiled. Catra was already busy on her third and fourth cookie, the one a stocking and the other a gingerbread woman. Adora went back to her seat and picked up where she left off. Bow and Glimmer were watching from a few meters away, shock and smiles on their faces.

“Um...is this a good thing Glimmer? You don’t think they’ll start fighting?” asked Bow nervously. Glimmer hummed thoughtfully and looked at the girls who seemed to be in their own world.

“Well, I think Adora and Catra both know what’s at stake here. I say we leave them together. I know that Catra’s part of the Horde but...Adora was once best friends with her...maybe...maybe she’ll join us? I don’t know. It’s up to fate but this can’t be a bad thing. They have history and maybe the ceasefire will allow them to talk things through.” Glimmer nodded and the two of them walked back to another stall.

**********************

Adora had no idea how long she had been sitting with Catra decorating cookies but it was only when a chilly wind ruffled her hair she realized it had gotten dark.

“What? What time is it?” Adora asked as she looked up to see Catra fully immersed in her decorating.

“Catra!” Adora yelled and Catra jumped in surprise.

“Adora! I was finishing my snowman!” she hissed and Adora stared at her.

“Catra, look around you.”

The feline looked confused and looked around to see how dark it had gotten.

“Um...how long have we been here?” she asked as she did the finishing details on her snowman.

“I...I have no idea...Bow and Glimmer should’ve been back hours ago.”

“Well, I guess this is where we go our separate ways.”

Catra collected her cookies and placed them into a paper bag, not caring that her snowman icing hadn’t dried yet. She began walking away when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait…I…” Catra turned to face Adora, her expression unreadable.

“Here,” Adora said and handed her another paper bag.

“Bye Catra. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Adora walked away as fast as possible, regretting giving Catra a cookie.

“She iced like ten at least! Why would she even want the one I made?” Adora sighed under her breath. “Was...was I hoping for her to talk to me?”

The snow crunched under her boots and she looked up at the sky as snowflakes began to fall. She had walked a good distance away from the village when Catra’s voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see Catra looking slightly out of breath and glaring at her.

“Wait...I…here…” Catra hissed producing the unicorn plushie from under her coat pocket and thrusting it into the blonde’s hands. Adora stared at the plushie she held in her hands, it’s soft fur still warm from Catra’s heat.

“You...you’re giving me the unicorn I wanted? But-”

“Look, I took it to spite you but I have no use for it back in the Fright Zone, okay? I don’t need people teasing me of a unicorn plushie. Just take it.”

“This could have a bomb in it for all I know. Or some tracking device,” Adora said with a huff and Catra snorted.

“Listen if it had any of those things I would’ve planted it when I won it in the first place and then given it to you. And you’re one to talk with giving me a cookie which could be poisoned-”

Catra pulled out the gingerbread woman that Adora had given her and stopped when she saw the detail. Adora had made a gingerbread Catra. The detailing was amazing and she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“You...you made this?”

“Why would I poison a cookie when I don’t want you to die? Catra, we might be enemies or whatever but...I would never want you dead.”

“...I wish things were different…” Adora whispered but Catra’s sensitive hearing picked it up. Catra felt warmth bloom inside her but tried to push it down.

  No. Do not feel these things. Go home now.

“I...I need to go. See you, Adora,” Catra said curtly and walked away, leaving Adora alone in the cold.

#catradora #catra #adora #spop #she ra #she-ra #fluff #fanfic #glimmer #bow

[little-lucienne-ffxiv]

Bloom

With Little Ladies Day in full swing, the streets of Ul’dah were a crowded mess of cheer, celebrants milling to and fro beneath the shaded canopies of cherry blossom trees and the broad red umbrellas that dotted the main thoroughfare and many of the sidestreets. For all of the hustle and bustle and grit and grime of the Jewel of the Desert, it could definitely clean up well when it came to throwing a party. Even the Quicksand had emptied out at least halfway, many of its usual patrons having spilled out into the festivities, leaving the path clear for Lucienne to get in and out without having to squeeze through the often shoulder-to-shoulder crowds. Just shy of making her escape through the side door once her business was concluded, she felt the heavy weight of eyes upon her. Now, such a thing wasn’t unheard of for the pretty little mutt, but typically it was a darting glance, a quick appraisal. Seldom did it linger so pointedly.

Less than subtly, Lucie turned her head to try and locate the source. She found but a moment later it in the form of a towering Xaela leaning against a support pillar. The violet slant of his gaze held hers unabashedly even after she spotted him. She gave him a polite smile and turned back as if to continue on her way only to falter as a jab of familiar discomfort made her head throb and her vision tunnel albeit briefly. By the time her head stopped swimming, the Au Ra had pushed away from the pillar and closed the distance between them with a few long legged strides.

“It’s about time I tracked you down.” He said, his voice a rumbling basso tinged with an accent that sparked the briefest note of recognition in the shorter young woman. Her chin tipped upward, drawing her gaze up along the patrician angling of his posture and the bone structure of his jaw and cheek before meeting his eyes. The faint grey tinge of his skin made the white of his hair seem as stark as new fallen snow. He was attractive, as far as Au Ra went, at least in Lucie’s opinion, but it was his words that had her attention. Her pale brows bobbed upwards, ears twitching back with surprise.

“Erm… I’m sorry, do I know you?” She asked, doing her best not to sound too rude about it. Though plenty of places had been familiar to her when she first arrived in Limsa Lominsa a month prior, there had been no recognizable faces until now. This time it was his turn to look surprised. He blinked down at her, his brows knitting with confusion.

“Uh… you’re Lucie, right? Lucienne. Whatever you’re going by these days.” He said with an exasperated roll of his wrist. Lucie rubbed at the back of her neck, sheepish that he knew her name but she couldn’t recall his. The more she studied his face though, the more she felt like she should. Maybe nothing more than that, but at the very least she should have been able to summon a name. Name’s were easy after all.

“Y-yes, that’s my name, but I’m afraid I don’t recall yours.” The sharp edge of a pointed eyetooth nipped at her bottom lip, threatening to puncture the plush flesh of her bottom lip if she wasn’t careful. He was close, terribly so, prompting Lucie to take a single, subtle step backwards to give herself a little room to breathe.

“Cassius?” He prompted, a brow arching. Surely the girl should have remembered. “Bellona? Our fathers are… friends, I guess?”

Friend wasn’t necessarily the best word for it, in Cassius’s opinion, but it worked for this queer situation. Though he hadn’t seen Lucienne in some time, there was no mistaking the white and pink ombre of her hair or the mismatched fire and ice of her eyes. She looked quite a bit like her mother despite having more elezen blood than miqo’te, but the delicate length of her ears and ethereal structure of her face gave away that she was more than a run of the mill catgirl. Lucie shook her head, her twintails bouncing with the motion.

“It’s not ringing a bell, I’m sorry. Um, excuse me, I’ve got to be on my way.” She said with an apologetic smile. Turning away, a trio of quick steps began to put distance between them when it hit her again; the sharp stab of pain, like a hot poker shoved through her left eye, all the way through the back of her skull. Her steps stuttered and she nearly doubled over with the flash of…

Springtime breeze through tall grass.

The tickle of feathers of a great yol.

The way her white twintails spiraled out behind her like streamers as they soared over the plains below.

Her breath stolen from her lungs at the sight of the Azim Steppe from on high.

A bumpy landing just outside of Reunion.

Laughter.

A charming smile.

Kind violet eyes.

The call of a man not far away.

“Lucie! Come along, it’s time to go!”

Elezen, white blonde, well dressed, so pretty it was unfair.

“Coming Papa!”

Her tiny voice, limned with breathless glee.

“G’bye Cass, hope to see you soon!”

A young Lucienne, even shorter of stature and still having not grown into her ears or tail, sprinted to catch up with her father, leaving the grey skinned, black horned, white haired Xaela boy and his yol behind.

The Quicksand came rushing back to her with acute clarity, the lights making her head throb until they were blocked out by the looming shadow of the man who had called himself Cassius.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his hand a gentle touch upon her armored elbow and then even softer upon her cheek. Ever so slowly, Lucienne blinked out of her daze and looked around, thankfully that the festivities outside had drained the Quicksand of so much of its usual crowd. That would have been embarrassing. She bit at her bottom lip again and gave him a hesitant little nod.

“I… I think so… will you walk with me? I, um, I don’t really recall you, but I think I’d like to speak with you more…”

#writing #oc #Lucienne aurora #cassius bellona #introduction #drabble #one shot #ffxiv #ff14 #rp #roleplaying #Mateus

[chalcid]

2: The Birth Of A Friendship (Disappear)

Monday morning, I hauled myself out of bed early in the morning and packed up for school. Mom and Tilly were still asleep, heck, even the babies were silent, but Dad, unfortunately, was up.

He stepped in front of the refrigerator.

"Aren't you going to say good morning to your father," he asked.

I screeched incoherently at him in reply. Morning-me is not articulate.

He shook his head in disapproval but allowed me to retrieve my leftover burger and fries from the fridge.

I bounced on my heels as my food heated in the microwave as my dad, no doubt, was trying to summon every bit of 'How to make polite conversation with your teenager' he half-heartedly learned at some point.

"So... I heard you had a bit of trouble on your dive," he said awkwardly.

I didn't look away from my leftovers.

"You know, it's always good to be at your full magical capacity before you enter a dangerous situation."

I snorted. The microwave beeped, and I retrieved my food.

"Good chat, Merika," he told me "Have a good day at school."

I glanced at him, mouth full of burger. He grimaced.

Tilly opened the door to her bedroom, fuzzy pink bathrobe trailing behind her like a cape. "Have a good day at work, sweetie," she told my dad, kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you," he told her, sighing like he was a man that actually did something tiring.

...

"Hey, good morning," Trite said brightly.

Poseikion scooted over to make a space for me on the bench.

I plopped down on the bench and swung my bag onto my lap "Remember the Unit 3 Test half-a-vase?"

"Not strongly," Poseikion responded.

"I think I found the other half yesterday," I informed him "The color doesn't exactly match, but it's about the right shape and a similar pattern."

"How exciting," Trite said absently "Where's Pacifinos?"

"Probably having trouble finding a shirt that matches the cute skirt she got this weekend," Poseikion sighed "She's going to miss the bus. I'll go talk to her."

"Tell her to go with something black or white," I suggested.

"I will," Poseikion replied, with a dramatic flourish of his coat as he slipped back inside the house.

"So," Trite said awkwardly.

"What?" I replied.

"After school, do you want to head down to the beach and throw chips at the seagulls," Trite asked.

"When have I not wanted to throw chips at seagulls?" I cackled. "Maybe we can train them to be our spies. Or adopt one and keep it as a pet."

"Love your line of thinking, but there's no way my parents would go for that," Trite beamed.

"Ugh, parents," I sighed dramatically "They're the worst."

"I thought your parents kind of just let you do whatever you wanted?" Trite asked.

"They do," I said, too quickly. Trite did not look convinced. "I mean, they still do. But Tilly just moved in and with the divorces and my new half and step-siblings...it feels weird. I dunno, the family used to be a small part of my life but now it's trying to take up more space."

"Well, you can't expect too much from your loser parents," Trite sighed.

"Of course," I agreed.

Poseikion and Pacifinos hopped out the door. I could hear the bus pulling up.

"Wow, love the skirt, where'd you find it?" I said brightly.

Pacifinos twirled "The community garage sale. They've got some good stuff there if you know where to look."

"Neat, very neat," I said, just as the bus pulled up.

Pacifinos and Trite began to tell some story, but I was still thinking about my family. And then, unprompted, my brain decided to remind me that "The demons are calling the sharks to their capital in the west"

I shuddered.

Avoiding home was always a good plan, but avoiding the western bays might be an even better one. ...

It was difficult to get through my morning with so much on my mind, but the math problems, as ridiculous and pointless as they may be, helped distract me.

That didn't mean I didn't eagerly await lunch.

At long last, the bell rang, and I dashed down the halls to the smelly cafeteria. Edonia was already there, absently picking at her sandwich as she stared at her book, brow furrowed.

"Reading anything good?" I asked her.

She looked up from her book "Oh, just another romanticized 'founding of Ilcodeux' stories," she told me "Only this author is apparently convinced that Madeline Haddock and Lord Elias were in love. I mean, it's pretty obvious looking at records from the time that she and Daphne were basically married."

"Ugh, that's the worst," I said supportively. The triplets sat down next to us. "Hey, you know a lot about magic, right? Would it be possible for demons to call a bunch of sharks? Like, magically?"

"Mm... maybe," Edonia said, pulling another book out of her backpack "You could check with an actual demon, though. Don't you have art class this afternoon with Deyanira?"

"Yeah, but like?" I said "I don't know her? And the magic capabilities of demons is a weird topic for a first conversation. So could I maybe have some recommended reading instead-"

"Hey!"

I turned around, momentarily terrified, before realizing it was Casey. "Oh hey," I turned to my friends and smiled. "This is the girl who pulled me out of the ocean yesterday."

Casey cringed "Um... I'm actually... not a girl," she said "She/her non-binary. I'm not really out to my family, so..."

"Oh, of course," I said "My apologies. This is Casey, the person who pulled me out of the ocean yesterday."

Pacifinos grinned "I love your hair," she told Casey.

"Oh, thank you," she said "My cousin cut it."

Awkward silence.

"Oh, shoot, if you want your flannel back, I don't have it with me," I informed her "But I could run by your place this evening and drop it off. I washed it. Is that okay?"

"Oh, that's so nice of you," Casey said. "I actually came over here to ask... well, uh.. this is going to sound kind of awkward, but I didn't catch your name?"

"Merika," I said dramatically "Merika Saltwaters."

Casey's face lit up "Like Prince Edociel Saltwaters?"

"He's my great great great grandad," I said. "I get asked that a lot. Anyways, do you want me to drop off your sweater later today? Is there a good time for you?"

"Sometime around five should be good," Casey told me "My house is 207 Ghost River. As the name suggests, there are ghosts, and they do come out at night."

"Are they friendly?" I blurted.

"Yes," Casey replied "They'll probably tell you all about the history of Ghost River if you asked."

"Hm. I'll have to add that of my list of things to do," I said. "Well, it was lovely talking to you, Casey."

"You too," she grinned at me. She had a lot of teeth.

She skipped off and I returned to my sandwich.

"You made a friend," Trite commented.

"I did," I said "Well, I think she's my friend. A fellow lover of topics adults find morbid, at the very least."

"Does she want to be a mortician or something," Poseikion said, scrunching his nose.

"No," I replied, "An explorer."

"What is there to explore," Trite asked.

"The Beyond," A couple of us whispered.

"Ah," Trite said "My mistake."

The bell rang. I stuffed the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and swung my bag over my shoulder "Bye guys," I said incoherently.

"See you in art class," Pacifinos said quietly.

...

I knocked on the door to 207 Ghost River. Ghosts in old-fashioned clothing danced to fiddle music. Down the river, little children were playing with an alligator. That didn't seem safe but who am I to judge?

Distant thumping from inside the house as someone raced down the stairs. Casey threw the door open, winded.

"Here's your flannel, washed and dried as promised," I presented the flannel to Casey.

"Oh, thank you," she said. "Wait, did you mend that rip?"

"My step-mom probably did that. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no, I was just surprised," Casey said, pulling the flannel on.

"I'll thank her for you," I said politely.

"Would you like some pie," Casey blurted.

"Sure," I said.

Casey gestured for me to enter the house.

"Shoes on or off?" I asked politely.

"On is fine," Casey said absently. Three adorable little floofy dogs ran up to us and began to pant with delight. Casey tossed them some dog treats.

"Who's a good doggy," I whispered "It's you. All of you are top-notch doggos."

Casey led the way to the kitchen.

"Casey," her mom yelled, "No pie before dinner."

"It's not for me," she defended "I figured Merika would like a slice."

"Merika?" her dad asked.

"She means Decimus's kid," Casey's mom answered.

"Oh, her," he replied.

Casey handed me the plate. "What do you think?"

"It's excellent," I said. "Peach?"

"Yes," Casey's mom replied.

"Yum. Thank you."

"It's no problem, sweetheart," Casey's mom said. "I make too many deserts for the seven of us anyway. Casey, why don't you show your friend your work?"

"She'd probably think it's boring," Casey mumbled.

"Depends on what it's on," I said truthfully.

"Well, okay," Casey said. "Upstairs."

I followed her upstairs, the trio of floofballs following us. A fourth one greeted us at the top of the stairs. It was smaller than the others, and light grey.

"Good dogs, all of you," I whispered.

"I'm trying to build a boat," Casey informed me.

"Very cool," I remarked. She opened the door to her room.

There were two beds, so presumably, she only occupied half the room. One wall was plastered with boat designs, mathematical calculations, fish sketches, and to-do lists.

"Oh, wow," I said, "You have been through a lot of designs, haven't you?"

"Yep," Casey said dejectedly "Nothing works. I actually got to the point of building a full-sized model last month but it sank."

"Wow," I said "You know, you can check out old boat blueprints from the library. I've got a whole list of books about boats that might help."

"Oh," Casey said, "Um, thanks."

I admired her boat drawings for a moment longer. If that sketch was pulled off the page and onto the water, there's no chance it would float, but it was made with such love.

"Well, thanks for the pie and the boat discussion, but I should head back," I said politely "See you around?"

"Yeah," Casey agreed.

We really had no idea.

#wip disappear

[wolf08]

SasuSaku Month 2017 - Day 11 (Shelter from the Rain)

Title: Weathering the Storm

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Summary:  Mid-mission, Sasuke and Sakura are trapped in a torrential downpour. But they choose the wrong spot to hide and instead Sasuke finds himself facing a storm within. Genin SasuSaku. Genre: Adventure / Romance  Rated: T(Teen) Words: 3835 A/N: So I initially set out to write something cute and fluffy as a light break from the craziness of writing A Twist in Time… and then this happened instead. :’) I hope you enjoy!  Disclaimer: All characters belong to the great Masashi Kishimoto. 

“In here, Sasuke-kun! Come on!”

Sasuke’s head jerks up at the sound of his teammate’s voice from somewhere around the bend and follows it, his sandals sinking an inch into the mud with each sloshing step he takes. He’s as desperate as she for some refuge from the torrential downpour they have the misfortune of being stranded in.

But what led them to this predicament in the first place? Well…

Team Seven was tasked with capturing the bandits presumed to be stealing food and livestock from a poor, no-named village on the Western outskirts of Yugakure. They figured it would be a piece of cake, considering the hell the trio had been through in recent months (namely, the Chūnin Exams and the shitstorm that followed them). But while they searched Yuga’s Western forests, where the bandits had been spotted last, Sasuke detected a chilling disturbance – one that sent familiar waves of pain up his neck.

“We need to move!” Sasuke yelled, just as white spots began to cloud his vision and a pair of gentle hands helped him stand upright.

“The curse mark?” he heard Sakura whisper from somewhere beside him, but he never got around to answering her because then there was an explosion.

“What the-?” Naruto gasped, and leaping into a neighbouring tree as the ground below him crumbled to pieces. But then the tree split down the middle with a resounding crack and Naruto disappeared from view.

Sasuke was thrown backwards and it just about knocked the wind out of him. What the hell is going on? he thought while clambering to his feet and sensing Sakura do the same somewhere to his right. What kind of bandits use explosives?

Unless…

“Sasuke! Sakura! Find Naruto and get out of here!”

Kakashi sprang into view through the rubble and smoke, his Sharingan whirling to life. “Kakashi-sensei!” Sakura cried, and drawing nearer. “What about–?”

“I have a plan to hold them off! Get moving and I’ll catch up!” And then he was gone.

Sasuke and Sakura exchanged wide-eyed looks and nodded. As much as Sasuke hated being pushed out of the heat of battle, it made a whole lot more sense to listen to his sensei than to run into this fight completely blind. Also, they were already quite exhausted after two straight days of travel and that pang he felt in his neck indicated that, perhaps, they were up against tougher enemies than they bargained for.

“Let’s go!” he said, while grabbing Sakura’s arm and pulling her along with him, in the direction of the fallen tree he’d just spotted Naruto in.

But when they arrived, their teammate was no where in sight. And that was when the first of the raindrops began to fall.

“Shoot,” Sakura cursed while climbing through the debris and pushing aside fallen tree branches. “I don’t think he’s around here.”

“You’re right,” Sasuke agreed, his own Sharingan-lit eyes scanning the area for any trace of a familiar chakra presence, but to no avail. He neared his female teammate after casting an apprehensive glance towards the sky. The rain was coming down harder and thunder claps rumbled somewhere in the distance.

She straightened up and bit her lip. “Maybe he went back?” she offered, but her wide, emerald eyes held traces of disbelief.

Sasuke looked back to where he presumed their sensei was still awaiting battle, unless it had already begun. Could Naruto have returned there? Well, if he did, he’s with Kakashi now, and safer than being out on his own… But there was a nagging doubt at the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite place…

“But if he didn’t we have to find him,” Sakura continued and gesturing towards the expanse of wilderness ahead. It was clear that Sakura was skeptical about the situation too. Naruto, being the loud and flashy guy he was, was relatively unlikely to disappear from his teammates’ radars of his own free will.

Sasuke agreed and that was how their trek into the forest began.

And from there, a dreadful storm ensues, with ear-splitting thunder claps, sheets of water obscuring their vision, and howling winds that might have knocked them down if their feet weren’t lodged in the muddy ground. A shift occurred in their search, from being a hunt for a missing teammate to a scramble for temporary shelter.

“Shit,” Sasuke hisses when he climbs into the cramped, rocky alcove Sakura spotted nearby. If, for whatever reason, Naruto vanished because he’s in danger, the longer it takes to find him, the lower his odds are of being found unscathed.

Sakura seems to share the same frustrated sentiments, but unlike Sasuke, has a knack for holding her head up in desperate situations. “I’m sure he’s okay,” she says determinedly as she pushes soaked strands of her short, pink hair away from her eyes. “We can use this opportunity to strategize.”

Sasuke mops some of the perspiration off his face with the inside of his collar then turns to look at his teammate properly. She’s shivering all over, water droplets are falling from the tip of her nose, and mud is splattered up her calves. And his initial instinct is to tell her to sit tight and try to warm herself up, but lately, Sasuke has been realizing that this girl deserves more credit than he previously thought.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks and somehow, his words appear to fill her up with some determination. She sits a little taller and her face flushes.

“Well,” she says while reaching into her weapon pouch and fishing out a scroll. “Maybe the scripture we found at the site of the latest robbery is more important than we thought. Oh! It’s still dry, thank the gods!” She rolls the paper open

Sasuke stares at his teammate for a few extra seconds before he shifts closer to her and peers over her shoulder. Why was it that he had been so insistent on not listening to Sakura before? She was getting smarter and stronger and fast and wasn’t exactly the weak link she used to be.

“I only grabbed this because it had the bandits’ fingerprints on it, and at first I thought they just picked it up by accident because it doesn’t make any sense, but what if it belonged to the bandits – or, whatever they are – and these are clues to finding them?” she speculates, and Sasuke just shrugs because maybe she’s right. He glances towards the mouth of the alcove to find it somehow raining even harder than it was before.

Well, it looks like they have a few minutes to spare either way.

And so, without any protest from her teammate, Sakura proceeds to re-read the scroll. Meanwhile Sasuke, who isn’t quite as good with deciphering puzzling texts, scans the forest ahead of them with his Sharingan activated for any sign of movement or chakra flares. He stays put though, with his arm stretched behind Sakura because, even though he’d never admit it, she’s warm and sitting close to her isn’t all that unpleasant.

Not long after, Sakura gasps and Sasuke jumps.

“What?” he asks, his hand hovering over his weapon pouch. God his teammates are expressive sometimes.

She doesn’t respond, but instead, looks to the rocky ground between them and starts running her hands along the surface, like she’s searching for something she dropped. The least he can do is move aside while she crawls about, patting the slick ground.

Sasuke opens his mouth to question her peculiar behaviour, but Sakura speaks first. “I am departed in at night… shake as if I’m angry, but never will I bite… Of course!” she mumbles, seeming to forget Sasuke is there at all.

She’s solving a riddle, that much I can tell, Sasuke thinks and raising his eyebrows.

“Aha! Look at this!” she finally exclaims and motioning to roll aside a boulder near the back of the cave. Sasuke still hasn’t got a clue what she’s doing but he crawls over and helps by giving the boulder a push.

There is a trapdoor beneath it.

Sasuke freezes and gapes down at his teammate’s discovery. “The scriptures had a series of riddles about passageways into enemy hideouts,” she breathes. “There was supposed to be one hidden in the ground at these general coordinates. And I… I think this is it.” She gulps and edges her way behind Sasuke. “Should we check it out?”

He feels his pulse racing. What a strange coincidence that they would take shelter in the opening of the enemy’s hideout. But that being said, if Naruto was captured… “Maybe this will give us a lead,” he says, though it’s probably quite unwise to explore enemy territory with their teammate missing and their sensei engaged in combat. “But how about we just –”

“—look but not go inside?” Sakura finishes and catching his eye. Sasuke nods and is relieved that they seem to be on the same wavelength.

They devise a plan where Sasuke will pull open the trapdoor with his Sharingan activated and ready to blast a fireball down the hole if they are attacked, with Sakura standing above him with weapons poised.

They assume their positions and Sasuke wrenches open the door with a loud creeeak… and…

Nothing happens.

“Oh good,” Sakura sighs and dropping to her knees beside him, without lowering her kunai. It appears the trapdoor is concealing a tunnel that leads deep into the ground. Aside from the metal rings that mark the top of a ladder, it’s pitch black with no way of gauging how far down the tunnel goes.

“Well, I guess this is the passageway described by the riddle,” Sakura muses while poking her head over the edge and squinting her eyes. “I guess now we should wait until we find… are you all right?”

Sasuke pulls his eyes from the tunnel and meets Sakura’s concerned ones. Am I…? Oh. He’s clutching the curse mark at his neck again. When had his hand moved up to do that?

“Sasuke-kun?” she asks and reaching for his arm to comfort him, but that is when Sasuke sees it.

There is a hand emerged from the tunnel, gripping onto its edge – pale, with spiraling black marks snaking along it…

“Sakura! No!” Sasuke yells, but the words are barely out of his mouth when, as quick as a flash, the hand takes hold of her ankle and yanks her in.

Sakura screams and flings her arms out towards Sasuke in her panic, and he manages to catch her hand, but with the combined slickness of their skin, which hadn’t quite dried from the downpour, he can’t hold on for long.

“No!” he shouts again as Sakura is pulled out of his reach and disappears into the dark tunnel below, his stomach flipping and his heart racing. He is in utter disbelief that he literally let Sakura slip away between his fingers…

Before he knows quite what he’s doing, Sasuke is leaping down the tunnel, bounding from wall to wall using chakra to anchor his feet and arms, and supporting a small flashlight between his teeth to make sure he doesn’t jump straight into an enemy.

If something happens to her…

His heart is thudding harder than he would ever admit.

This is my fault. I shouldn’t have opened that door… I should have taken her far away from here…

The descent is unsettlingly long and Sasuke can only pray to the gods that Sakura hadn’t free-fallen any of this distance…

Sasuke touches ground and shocks rocket through his ankles. It takes a moment for him to gain his bearings. He finds himself in an underground cavern with high ceilings, tunnels branching from it, and torches lining the walls that emit an eerie, green light.

He sends another pulse of chakra to his eyes in attempt to sharpen his Sharingan’s view of his surroundings. Where is…?

He spies a body just a little further ahead, splayed out on the dark, concrete floor.

Sasuke is barreling towards it a fraction of a second later, hoping beyond hope that it isn’t Sakura and if it is, to please let her be…

But as it gets closer, it becomes apparent that it isn’t Sakura, though that didn’t calm him any because it’s Naruto.

We were right. He was kidnapped, Sasuke thinks while crouching beside his friend and checking his vitals. And much to his relief, there is a heartbeat, and, all in all, Naruto seems to be in decent shape – just knocked unconscious.

But… who did this to him?

Sasuke gets his answer a little sooner than he anticipates.

He hears Sakura’s scream echo through the cavern.

Then his body goes on autopilot.

Sasuke sprints through the cavern with Naruto hoisted on his back, towards where he just came from, past the tunnel leading into the alcove, and into a small clearing lined with gigantic, black doors that look like vaults. And in the center of the clearing are two figures – a large, burly one with grotesque marks spiraling along his body, and a petite one with her arm bent at an awkward angle. They appear to be mid-fight and are facing each other, though it’s apparent that it won’t last much longer for…

“Sakura!” Sasuke yells instinctively while dropping Naruto and racing towards the center of the clearing to meet her.

“Sas-,” she starts, her eyes flitting in his direction, and all Sasuke can process are the cuts and bruises lining her limbs and her visibly broken arm, but then Sakura’s opponent snatches her by the throat.

And it’s hard to tell it if it’s the sound of her straggled scream, Sasuke’s relatively low reserves of chakra, or the fact that Sakura’s opponent reeks of Orochimaru, but that is when it’s like his Sharingan inverse – Sasuke’s world is stained red.

With a rush of dark, vengeful energy, Sasuke finds himself in the air and firing weapons encased in balls of fire towards the enemy, and it’s enough to throw him off course and fling Sakura aside. Then, with a burst of speed that Sasuke himself can’t comprehend, he also manages to catch Sakura before she hits the ground.

“Sasuke-kun! Oh – not this again!” comes her distant, hazy gasp.

What’s wrong? he thinks while leaning down to look at the girl in his arms, but that’s when he catches sight of the black marks creeping up his arm and the raging purple chakra surrounding them.

Ah yes. This again.

Sasuke stands and examines his hand and how each mark leaves angry red smears across his skin. The sensation is burning and all-consuming and…

…intoxicating.

“You!”

The enemy is crouching in preparation to pounce, his teeth bared and beady eyes locked on Sasuke’s. And that’s when it finally occurs to Sasuke just what those marks on the man’s skin are. I’m not the only one, it seems, he thinks while cracking his knuckles and feeling a wicked smirk grace his lips.

But not for long.

He has the man pinned to the ground an instant later.

“You brat!” the man sneers while clawing at Sasuke’s arm with a heavy, taloned hand, but Sasuke is far too high on power to feel any pain. He is also too busy contemplating the best way to end his opponent’s life.

“Perhaps… slow and painful?” he thinks aloud in a voice he hardly recognizes, as he summons tiny, chirping lightening bolts to his fingers and drags them teasingly across the man’s chest. The electricity tears the fabric and skin there, and the man cries out in shock while twisting desperately against Sasuke’s restraints. “No, you don’t like that? Shall I speed things up?” And then there is a complete, throbbing Chidori in the center of Sasuke’s palm, hovering directly over the opponent’s head, ready to descend and crush his skull –

“Sasuke-kun, STOP!”

He feels a tremor in his hands and freezes.

It’s Sakura, from somewhere on his left. She’s sobbing.

“Please… Sasuke-kun… stop!”

Sensation returns to his body and he vaguely notices that his arm is bleeding and that his heart is thudding against his chest.

I’m about to kill a man.

There’s perspiration lining his brow and his body begins to tremble. But this power… It feels so exhilarating. And there is a sickeningly hopeful gleam in his opponent’s eyes now that he notices the flicker of doubt in Sasuke’s former resolve…

Sasuke closes his eyes and lets his lightning blade descend.

It pierces the cursed man’s shoulder, severing the flesh and cracking the bone, and the man screams and withers, but he doesn’t die.

Then Sasuke is dragged away from the man by small, strong hands with vice grips on his sleeves, and he surrenders to the force and stumbles into Sakura.

Her green eyes are brimming with tears, her lip is trembling, and blood trickles from a cut on her cheekbone, and Sasuke feels the curse begin to subside, dragging back to the constraint on his neck like fiery claws.

Sakura appears to release a breath as she brings her hands up to his face to wipe something off his forehead and jaw. And the friction brings him some grounding comfort, reminds him that this is him – here with her, and not… not what he was just now. Not a slave to Orochimaru’s curse mark. Not a killer.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sakura breathes, and she doesn’t have to tell him twice. 

Sasuke collapses to his hands and knees when he stumbles into the cabin, Team Seven’s base camp, trudging mud and water all over the wood floor. Naruto slumps forward against his back and Sasuke carefully manoeuvres him off and then helps Sakura carry him over to the couch.

Fortunately, they made it out of the tunnel before any other curse-riddled cronies of Orochimaru’s got to them, but then they found themselves trapped in the very storm they were striving to get away from (though it didn’t seem quite as catastrophic anymore, at least, compared to what they just experienced).

Yes, so it seems Orochimaru was involved in this mess after all, which, in retrospect, shouldn’t be so surprising because they were awfully close to the Otogakure boarder. And perhaps this explained Naruto’s capturing. Orochimaru always had quite a keen interest in Team Seven and luring them into trouble.  

“There’s a message from Kakashi-sensei,” Sakura says quietly from where she stands by the kitchen table. “Must have been sent by a dog summon. It says he’s okay and will meet us here in an hour, once he’s certain the enemy is off his trail.”

“Good,” is all Sasuke manages to get out in response, just after he deems Naruto to be in good condition. He suspects their teammate will wake anytime now. Then Sasuke approaches Sakura by the table and finds that, by the gods, she’s smiling.

“Well that was a terrible, wasn’t it? Why can’t our team get a normal C-Ranked mission?” she asks with a soft, musical chuckle.

He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms, observing his ever-puzzling teammate. She led them to this cabin, by the way. She knew how to get here all along because she left markers to trace their path (which was so by-the-book and so Sakura). But she hadn’t mentioned it sooner because following the markers entailed backtracking to where Kakashi had previously been fighting. But in their desperation to flee Orochimaru’s experimental cavern, they took the wager and luckily, Kakashi and his opponents appeared to have relocated.

“Are you all right, Sasuke-kun?” she asks and he notices her eyes shift to his neck.

He doesn’t have it in him to lie. “Better,” Sasuke says, not directly answering her question. That’s when he remembers her broken arm. “But you aren’t,” he remarks.

“I’m fine,” she lies while taking a nervous step back and motioning to conceal her awkwardly-bent arm behind her back. But she doesn’t get around to it because, despite her gasp of protest, Sasuke scoops her up and sits her on a kitchen chair. He snatches one of the moth-bitten blankets from the armchair behind him, drapes it around her shoulders, then rummages through the cupboards for first aid supplies. He knows enough of the basics to set her arm, which should tide things over until Kakashi returns or they find a proper medic.

Sakura holds out her arm when she realizes Sasuke’s intentions. “Thank you,” she mutters through chattering teeth. Sasuke’s hands are trembling slightly throughout the procedure, and he suspects not only from the cold. She whimpers softly but doesn’t cry as he sets her small limb back in place, but his gut still twists painfully.

When it’s done, Sasuke kneels in front of her and rests a hand on her knee. “I’m sorry,” he says abruptly and he’s not entirely sure what he’s saying it for – for the painful procedure, for letting her get hurt in the first place, for losing control and frightening her…

And honestly, if it weren’t for Sakura’s sharp analytical skills, they might have been goners. She found Naruto. She discovered Orochimaru’s involvement in the mysterious robberies. She led them back here, to safety.

Now, if it had been Naruto to save the day, Sasuke would have felt jealous, but with Sakura?

He felt something like pride with a bit of guilt mixed in.

“Sasuke-kun,” she says and it startles him. He realizes that both of his arms are resting on her lap, hugging her legs, and his hands are squeezing her knees. But as he motions to move away, Sakura holds his hand in place.

Sasuke freezes and meets her gaze.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she says and smiling that same bewildering, watery smile. “We’re safe and we’re together and soon we’ll get to the bottom of this and stop that Orochimaru guy once and for all.”

It’s a grand statement coming from a ninja of her stature and rank, but there’s something comforting in knowing that someone with this kind of optimism even exists at the time like this.

Sasuke stares at her, for a second too long maybe, to examine the strange light in her eyes and the way her wet hair clings to her face. She blinks at him and her face colours.

“Annoying,” he mumbles while leaning forward to burry his face in his arms and conceal the colour tinting his own cheeks. And he imagines Sakura pouting at him with confusion, but she doesn’t voice her thoughts. Instead, he feels the delicate fingers of her uninjured arm reach out to stoke his hair.

Sakura massages careful, gentle patterns along his temples and the base of his head, sending pleasing chills up and down his spine and despite how cold and exhausted he is, something about the sensation warms him up.

He gives her knee another squeeze and thinks about how, and not for the first time, he would never, ever let this girl slip between his fingers again.  

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hi can you do something like the mc being like jumin about guys like her mom dated and got married a hundred times so she's always like "guys are all the same..." :) thank you

I wasn’t sure who you wanted me to do with tis, so I decided to do a fic of Jumin. I think that I’ll do this as an hc with the RFA+ the minor trio, but idk, I just want to write a mini fic right now. So I hope you like!

You didn’t understand how it happened. You had found a loving person, someone who understood you, who was kind, and sweet, and, and a guy.

A guy, why did it have to be a guy? You groan to yourself, flipping through the messenger. You know that falling for a guy was the most idiotic thing you could’ve done. Your father had taught you that much, cheating on your poor mother, not even caring when she succumbed to cancer. Instead he had brought a new woman to the wake, and to the funeral. You were the one to make the speech, and to accept condolences. Meanwhile he was sleeping around with this woman.

So why, why did you have to fall in love with one. You scroll through the part where Jumin asked if you wanted to go to a park and watch the sunset together, and the part where you’d said yes. Why had you said yes? You groan inwardly. It wasn’t that you hated him, there wasn’t anything particularly bad about him, or anything to that matter. It was just, well, he was a guy; and you’re sure that he would turn out the same. That he would win you over, use you, then leave you on a slab while he went to the next woman. Scrolling more through the messenger you sigh, staring out at the skylight. You want to trust him, you really did, you like him-no, more than that-you love him. But how could you be sure that a man would ever love you, truly? You didn’t think that would ever happen. So, sighing you stood up to get ready.-“It’s lovely out, isn’t it MC?” Jumin says, a small smile on his face, his hand just barely closing the air around yours, fingers touching slightly. You nod, staring out at the large park, the spiral fence, and the marble statues of Greek and Roman gods. You had ended up dressing up a bit, wearing a black cocktail dress, little white bows on the hemline. Your hair was falling in front of your face, and you kept arguing in your head whether or not to push it out of the way. Eventually you decide to push it to the side, your bangs leaning away from the man next to you, your hair slightly curving down to the right. You don’t know why you made your face less covered to him, but no way to turn back. Sighing to yourself you keep looking around the garden. “MC?” Jumin’s voice pipes up again, a hint of worry playing at the edges, and you turn your face towards his.

“Oh, sorry, yes, this garden, it’s very beautiful.” You scan the garden, as if to prove your point, but really you just want to think about what to do. You can feel Jumin’s gaze still on yours, fixed and sure; and eventually you face him again, your face questioning. “Jumin?” You ask, despite knowing what he’s thinking. He’s trying to figure you out, something that you’ve seen so many guys before him do to your friends, and you at sometimes. But despite your usual hate of such gaze, this one feels a bit different. Oh, how stupid am I being? You think to yourself. You could’ve said no, you could’ve told him something off, like you’ve done before, you could’ve, you could’ve, you could’ve…

You realize you’re phasing out, and shake your head slightly to focus on the dark eyes staring at you. You feel the heat radiating off him, something comforting, like a fireplace on a cold winter’s day. People always said you were cold, but you’d always ignored them before now. Now you can feel it, and it makes you almost self-conscious. You rub your arm offhandedly, trying to work up enough friction to warm your frigid skin. Jumin’s eyes flick down to your arm, and he begins to pull off his navy jacket. “Oh, I’m sorry you don’t have- “

“No, please.” He says, and you quiet down, despite your mind screaming to continue; “Let me, you seem cold.” Placing the jacket gently over your shoulders he leaned in closer to you, the air turning colder on his skin. You realize he’s still wearing a button-down, leaning into him you can feel the crinkly fabrics under your shoulders. Your fingers trace his again, and you find yourself leaning into him more than you meant to. Beginning to pull away you start to say your excuses, but he shakes his head. “No, it’s not bugging me, I promise, really.” You look at this man, this strangely nice man, before leaning in once more, memorizing then scent of his shirt, something to hold onto when this is over.

You two keep walking, but eventually, finding it hard to walk in the way you two are wrapped up, you two find a bench. Sitting down you don’t stop leaning into him; it would be the perfect time to go away, but something draws you towards him. The sunset is beginning, the pink, golden, and violet shades streaking the sky. It’s peaceful and calming, and you feel a smile twitch on your lips. At first you try not to, but eventually you begin talking, softly, but slowly getting a bit louder. “Hey,”

“Yeah?” Jumin looks at you, a small contented smile on his face. You swallow your sudden want to wrap your arms around him, but instead continue talking.

“Do you have any relatives?” You notice the dampening of his face, but you want to know, you want to know what it’s like to have a normal family.

“Yes, my family is quite broken, my father, he’s- “Jumin lets out a sigh, and you apologize quickly, leaning away. “No, it’s okay.” He says, smiling slightly at you. “What’s your family like?” You sense a hint of curiosity as well, and for a second wonder whether you should refuse. But you can tell him, right? Maybe then he’ll feel like you only think of him as a friend, and if not? You’re not sure. But for some reason you take a breath, and begin;

“My family, well, it’s actually not a pretty story. My mother had me, but right afterwards my birth father left me. Then she got cancer, and the man she was married with seemed really sweet and legitimately caring.”

“But?” Jumin says, his face plastered with concern.

“But when she died he, well I guess he showed his true colors. That day, the day of the wake, he brought his new girl. I was fourteen and stuck with him. It was four years of Hell on Earth. New women once a month, sex on the couch when I’d get home. Everything, everything was, so, so horrible.” You smile grimly, remembering those days. You feel like crying, it’d be nice, but the tears won’t come out, a last-ditch effort of your brain to hide yourself. You feel a large, warm hand covering your small, cold one. You look up at him, why did you tell him this. Deciding it’d be better to not have to see him, you look away, bangs falling in front of your face.

“MC, that, that’s horrible.” His voice sounds so concerned, so real, yet you know it can’t be. It never has been. Why should this time be any different? It shouldn’t, exactly, it won’t be.

“It’s fine.” You reply, your voice small, oh so small, because it always is. You’re always fine, nothing else, a state of neutrality.

“No, no MC it’s not.” His voice sounds firm, but you know that tone. The knight-in-shining-armor, the I’ll-be-your-only-one. You can’t help but feel your heart crack, you’re sick of being off guard; you wish you could agree, that you could cry into his shoulder, and have him pick you up and carry you to somewhere safe. But no one would actually do that, not in the real world.

“No really Jumin. I’ve made my piece with it, it doesn’t matter anymore.” You insist, still avoiding his gaze. But another soft hand softly cups the bottom of your chin, and you turn, not as abruptly as you’d like to, to face him. “Jumin, please.” You try to insist, but me continues to look at you.

“MC, what do you think of me?” He asks softly, and you sigh. The truth, or the thing they want to hear? No, you don’t need to make a decision on this, you want to tell him the truth. So, you sigh and look up at him and reply.

“I don’t trust you.” You begin, bluntly; Jumin’s face doesn’t fall, instead he nods, much to your surprise. “I’ve seen what happens when you get involved with guys, and, I don’t want to experience that any more than I have. I mean, look at what I’ve seen! They’re all the same, every, single, solitary, one. They’re all the same. And I am not going to be one of those people who falls for it.” You stare into his eyes, almost as a challenge, or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. Instead you feel tired, oh so tired, tired of hiding, of pretending, of not being able to just tell someone everything, every detail, every instance. You stare down at your hands, still enveloped in Jumins’. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, half to him half to yourself.

Instead of getting a disgusted look, or a head shake, or more words, you get a hug. His arms are just as warm as his hands, a contrast with yourself. And you look up in surprise.

“I also had a bad childhood, it was horrible. And I get it, I get it that men can be horrible, that men can be liars and cheaters, and just overall, just, horrid. I also was afraid, I was so afraid MC, that you would leave me, that I wouldn’t be good enough, that something would go wrong. I don’t want to be like my father, and I don’t want you to suffer like you have before.” Is his voice shaking? You look up to him, your hand landing softly on his cheek.

“Jumin. Oh my God.” You just say.

“Do you hate me, MC?” And it breaks out, the one phrase you had been holding back, the one phrase you’d sworn never to say to anyone, ever. But you say it, and when you say it you feel lifted, like a wall coming down, or a hand pulling you out from a tank of water.“I love you.”-His face lights up like the sun god’s chariot riding past. He smiles like a child, like the happiest person alive. You feel the same way, and you smile softly. “I promise MC, I promise that I will never abandon you like they did to you and your mother.” He says, his face dead serious. And you believe him, you believe him with all your heart. So when you lean in to kiss him it doesn’t feel wrong, there are no warning bells, nothing telling you to pull back; instead you allow it to happen, and as the last rays of red turn into the inky blue of night, you feel like the sun just rose in your life, for the first time in a long while.

So, what do you think? Again, I will do hcs for RFA+ Minor Trio, but I just really wanted to write a mini fic, since you didn’t specify and this was the first thing that came to my mind. Hope you like, and have a good time reading! Also this is a one shot unless you say otherwise/request otherwise.

Requests are open

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