#BEAMING LIKE THAT AT HIS DAD ACROSS THE NET

[luvhughes43]

the proposal & the engagement

[blake hughes au]

request(s): Nico and Blake. Can u do something where Nico ask her to marry him? Maybe when they win the Stanley cup? & Nico proposing to Blake! Maybe at the lake house or in Switzerland?

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the past few games were tight, and blake could feel the tension in her body as she watched the periods drag on. the devils needed this win to take the cup, and the energy in prudential echoed the importance of the game.

"i think i'm going to be sick," blake announces as nico jumps onto the ice in the third period. "we're so close," she says, squeezing the hands of jesper bratts girlfriend.

"i don't think i can watch," one of the other wags replies before throwing her hands up in front of her face.

before anyone else can succumb to their nerves, meier shoots the puck into the back of the net and the arena erupts into cheers. "theres still two minutes left!" blake shouts, locking arms with the girls beside her. they were all wrought with anxious nerves and energy, that the only thing they could think of doing was hold onto each other.

the rest of the game goes by quickly, and it's announced that the devils won the game. "they did it!" blake screams, jumping up with the rest of the girls. she quickly grabs her phone, making sure to take a quick few shots of nico and her brothers celebrating their win.

soon enough, blake and the families were brought onto the ice. there wasn't a second to congratulate her brothers before nico scooped blake up in his arms.

"we did it, schatz" nico beams with excitement as he hoists blake up into the air. she wraps her legs around his waist easily, the words "Hischier 13" proudly on display across the back of her jacket.

"i'm so proud of you," blake cries, pulling away from nico's neck to kiss him. "you played so good... i love you... that was so hot..." she speaks between enthusiastic kisses.

when they finally calm down a little and blakes set back on her feet, nico makes blakes heart start racing again. "marry me," he says simply, as if it's the most normal thing to ask after winning the stanley cup.

"what?" blake gasps, her hands never loosening from around his waist.

"marry me, please schatz" nico repeats, a doopy smile etched across his face.

blake squeals, and repeatedly nods her head in approval. "yes - yes of course i'll marry you!" she removes her hands from around his waist and instead places them on both sides of his cheeks. nico leans forward and softly kisses blakes pillowy lips before theyre dragged apart by excited family members - nobody but themselves aware of the proposal.

∞♡

a few days later, when they are no longer hungover and exhausted, blake brings up the proposal again. "you know, when you propose there's usually a ring..." she teases.

nico looks at her softly and blake swears she could melt with the intensity of his beautiful brown eyes. "it's coming, i have plans set up" he assures her, opening up his arms which she gladly walks into.

she lays her head on his chest, "a double proposal... this is very intense,"

"nothing but the best for you," he kisses the top of her head, ignoring the mess of suitcases and clothes strewn around their room for their upcoming trip to switzerland. "i can't wait to give you the ring," he kisses her again.

"i'm waiting happily.. just don't take too long. i cant wait to 'officially' be your fiancée," blake leans up to look nico in the eyes once more.

"you won't have to wait long, i'm too excited to be your fiancé" nico smiles.

∞♡

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📍 valais, switzerland

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blake.hughes sundays <3

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nicohischier waking up next to u is my favourite part of the day❤️🌞

jackhughes did not need to see the first pic but its nice that u two are having fun!

lhughes_06 sundays <3 at the lake house pls im bored

jackhughes missing ur dad ?

lhughes_06 that was a long time ago.. it's time we moved on

lucahischier no tag but im right there in the 2nd pic...

bestie ur glowing !!

user07 mom and dad are in switzerland🫡❤️

user51 she looks so happy ugh i will never get over them😭🫶

user23 the last pic.... ohhh blakes been feeding us for YEARSS

the first week in nico's hometown goes by in a blur. every relative, close friend, and neighbour wanted to congratulate nico and there were lots of catching up to do after the long and tiring season.

also, blake was proud to announce that her german speaking skills have gotten so much better of the course of the 4 years she and nico have been dating. it was relief knowing that she could keep up with his families conversations - even if she still wasn't the best speaker.

they had been so busy the first week that blake didn't notice her family suddenly going ghost for the 12ish hours it took to fly to switzerland. nor did she really notice the excited glances shared between nico's family as they wished them off on their hike.

∞♡

"nina's so sweet. she's been teaching me more german while you were hanging out with friends earlier and i really think i'm starting to understand better," blake explains as she trails behind an overly excited nico. "i just need to work on my speaking and pronunciation.. but each time i hear you guys talk i swear i'm getting it! i think by next summer if i keep practicing i'll be able to have full conversations,"

nico looks back at blake with nothing but pride. "i love you,"

she laughs, "i love you too?"

suddenly, they were both standing on top of a gorgeous mountain with the sun shining on both of them. as expected, blake steps forward to admire the view. "after all these years coming up here, i don't think i'll ever get used to it," she enthuses, and nico hums from behind her as he gets down on one knee.

"aw, nico look there's a dog all the way down there-" blake turns around and gasps. even though she was expecting another proposal with a ring this time, she's still surprised.

"blake, last time i wasn't as prepared as i shouldve been," nico chuckles nervously and blake giggles. "these last few years have been a dream and i can't imagine not waking up next to you or not wanting to spend all of my time with you. youre my best friend and i love you so much. will you officially agree to marry me?" nico asks, holding out the ring box and opening it slowly.

"of course i'll marry you," blakes voice is muffled as she drops her hands away from her mouth. "i love you so much," she cries, holding onto nico tightly when he finally stands up.

when they pull apart, he slides the beautiful gold diamond ring onto her finger.

∞♡

"congrats you guys!" jack shouts as soon as the front door of hischier house opens.

"youre here?" blake cries out, palms digging into her eyes as happiness floods through her.

"sweetie congradulations," ellen speaks softly into blake ear as she brings her daughter forward into a bone-crushing hug. "show me the ring," she asks happily, and blake gladly obliges.

"i can't believe you guys are all here," blake sniffles, looking up to see her brothers - trevor included - and her immediate family.

"i'd never miss your engagement goldie," trevor jokes as he slings an arm around blakes shoulders. "you did good," blake glances over at her fiancee who was talking animatedly with his friends and family - recounting the proposal to the fine details.

"i know," blake smiles sappily and turns to her oldest brother.

"i'm proud of you, goose" quinn teases but blake can see the tears lining his eyes. "you're so grown up now," he breathes out, pulling his sister into a hug that jack and luke aren't shy of joining.

over her brothers shoulders she spots her dad next to nico's and she excitedly flashes them her ring.

∞♡

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📍 valais, switzerland

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blake.hughes future mrs 🤍

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nicohischier my beautiful bride 💍 i love you ❤️

ninahischier love you two so much !!! congratulations💘

jackhughes brother in law secured

_quinnhughes congrats you guys!❤️

trevorzegras can't believe youre actually engaged (i was literally there) 😭😭😭

bestie i'm. sobbing. so. hard.

user09 did he propose while hiking?? omgg too cute😭

user63 OMFG?? OMFG??? OMFG???

user14 they're engaged😭😭😭

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#blake hughes au #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic

[simpforboys]

Avatar Request

Hi can I request lo’ak, where he tries to impress reader but he’s just keeps embarrassing himself. He goes to his dad for advice and just makes a fool out of himself till Neytiri comes to his rescue.

mother knows best

lo’ak sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: lo’ak tries so hard to gain your attention, little does he know all he needs is his mother’s advice

warnings: fluff, lo’ak pinning, maybe slight angst if you squint? lo’ak has no game

this wasn’t specific so i made reader metkayina bc i feel like it fits since yk, also probably ooc lo’ak but it’s fine

lo’ak just couldn’t help himself but be attracted to you.

your curly hair, gorgeous aqua eyes, and bright smile caused him to blush and beam.

but when tonowari asked you to help teach the sully children the metkayina ways, lo’ak was sure he was going to be with you.

it might just take awhile.

“y/n!” lo’ak calls after you. carrying a pile of fishnets to drop off to the fishermen, your ears perked up from your name.

“good morning, lo’ak.” you nodded to the boy.

“do you need any help carrying all those nets?” he asked you, a hopeful look on his face.

“why, do you believe i am not strong enough?” you teased.

“no! no that’s not what i was implying-“

lo’ak’s face blushed red as his ears fell, tail swaying behind his legs.

“relax, skxawng (idiot). i’m only joking. but if you’re offering, you can grab those buckets.” you nodded your head towards the pile of wood.

lo’ak nodded, grabbing the boxes as he began to walk with you.

“let me show you how us omatikaya hold things…” lo’ak joked, grabbing the crate with one arm and holding it over his shoulder.

“impressive. metkayinas can do that when they are three.” you winked, seeing as lo’ak tripped over a rock and dropped the crate on the floor.

lo’ak’s ears fell as you laughed, hiding your smile behind your hand. his face grew hot as some surrounding metkayinas snickered.

there were multiple instances where lo’ak would try to show off, the deed going wrong and causing lo’ak to embarrass himself.

“dad,” lo’ak approached where his father was sharpening some knives.

“what’s up?” jake asked, pausing the action to pay attention to his son. lo’ak appreciated it- the one time his father might give him real advice.

“there is this… uh… girl. and i want to impress her, but every time i do- i just make it awkward or embarrass myself.”

jake smiled at his youngest son.

“what i did with your mother was try to learn her ways. make her laugh, take what she does seriously, and just be around her. maybe ask her help you with the sign language. compliment her, make her feel special.”

lo’ak nodded at his father, a smile on his face. “thank you.”

little did the duo know, neytiri stood away with perked up ears listening to what her mate was telling her son.

the next day she watched lo’ak approach you while you were resting on the sand.

he sat across from you, accidentally splashing water into your eyes.

she swore to eywa, believing how much her son was like jake.

“i’m so sorry-“

“lo’ak, it is alright. we have two eyelids for that reason.” you sat up, blinking to show him your second eyelid and the late reaction it had.

“it’s like an alligator- an animal my father would tell stories about. how they attack sky people and other animals for venturing too close to their territory.”

you looked at the boy, confused. neytiri rolled her eyes, face palming herself.

“sorry.”

lo’ak was mentally cursing himself. a deep blush made your teal cheeks have hints of pink, and lo'ak swore he wanted to crawl into the sand and die at that very moment.

➽─────────────────❥

a few days later, lo'ak sat across from you as you taught him sign language.

"dive, swim, follow," you demonstrated every word with a hand motion, the teen following intently.

lo'ak copied your movement, his eyes watching you like a hawk as you continued to teach.

"now, you try." you nodded towards lo'ak to begin.

he was nervous, taking his hands and trying to remember the ten words you just taught him within a minute. with you, it was learn fast or get left behind, and it intimidated lo'ak.

"dive, swim, follow..." lo'ak had messed up. his ears fell flat in embarrassment, your eyes glowing with a glimmer of something he couldn't quite tell.

"well... you are learning something, at least." you shrugged, pushing your hair off of your shoulder and behind your back. lo'ak hated that you made him so nervous, made him feel like a fool.

he could tell you were slightly annoyed.

"i have to go tend to my siblings. we will catch up later, yeah?" you excused yourself from the boy. lo'ak watched with sad eyes as you left, his head hung low as he sat on the sand alone.

"get up, maitan (my son)." neytiri grabbed her son's forearm from the side, nearly frightening the poor boy.

her tone was harsh as she looked at her son with wide eyes.

"it shocks me that you did not pick up flirtatious banter from your father."

lo'ak furrowed his brows as he stared up at his mother.

"mama-"

"let me help you. while i love your father, he is like a baby sometimes."

neytiri began walking away while lo'ak stood in the same spot on the sand, dumbfounded at his mother.

"come." she barked.

"while girls like being complimented, having boys to spend time with, and whatever else your father told you, it is the average. that is not going to stand out to y/n. you need to do something special, something that shows her that you care."

it was almost as if a lightbulb went off in lo'ak's head.

"thank you, mama." lo'ak bowed to his mother, a beaming smile on his face as he ran off to begin organizing.

➽─────────────────❥

later that night, you woke to lo'ak shaking you awake gently.

"come, i have to show you something."

you wiped the sleep away from your eyes, your mind too hazy to realize what he said until you were outside of your pod.

you looked to where a woven blanket was placed on the sand, a breakfast meal arranged gently in the middle. the sun was about to rise, the moon beginning to move past it on eclipse.

"what is this?" you asked curiously, a yawn escaping your lips.

lo'ak would be lying if he were to say he wasn't terrified.

"i figured we could watch the sunrise." lo'ak was absentmindedly playing with his hands. you noticed his nervously, a small grin tugging on the end of your lips.

you sat down, beckoning him to join you. lo'ak let out a sigh of relief as he sat next to you, picking up a berry and eating it. you followed suit, the juice of the fruit exploding into your mouth.

pink, orange, yellow, and red erupted over awa'atlu as eclipse began to undo. you watched the sight intently, never purposefully watching the sight.

but eywa, it was beautiful.

the animals went back to life, the clear reef showcasing each one and their uniqueness. you were in awe, a subtly glow on your face.

"this is beautiful, lo'ak." your big grin made lo'ak's heart flutter. he ducked his head down, almost scared to meet your gaze.

you unknowingly put your hand on top of his, too lost in the scene to notice or care. but lo'ak noticed, and he very much cared.

you looked absolutely stunning under the lighting. it was refreshing to see you so happy, normally being so overwhelmed with clan business.

still tired, you put your head on lo'ak's shoulder. his heartbeat was beating rapidly. and before he knew it, you had begun to gently doze off onto him.

lo'ak grinned, rubbing your bicep gently as he laid back on the sand. your head moved to rest on his chest as you curled into him.

"i see you, y/n," lo'ak whispered. even if you didn't hear it, he just needed you to know.

however, you did hear it. the adjusting had woken you up to barely any consciousness.

"i see you too, lo'ak."

lo'ak pressed a kiss to your head, his heart doing leaps in his chest as he began to doze off with a smile on his face.

neytiri had woken up that morning to the sight of you sleeping on her son, beaming proudly at her son.

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

sorry if this was bad or too short, i still think it's cute tho :)

#simpforboys #lo’ak sully #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #loak x you #loak x reader #loak x y/n #loak imagine #loak fluff #lo'ak x you #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak fluff #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2 #lo'ak sully x you #lo'ak sully x reader

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Crowley not so subtly begging Papa Asim for donations :3c

Ah, yes 😌 A tale as old as time… Nobody let Jamil overhear this—

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

“Night Raven College is greatly honored by your presence, Mr. Asim!!” Crowley warbled as he flitted around his desk, wine bottle in hand, and right up to his guest. "Please, allow me to pour you a drink!"

Mr. Asim and Kalim were seated in luxurious chairs (something Crowley had specially procured for this occasion), cushions silken and stuffed with the down of baby birds. The businessman was draped in the finest fabrics with expect stitching, brilliant peacock greens, blues, and golds bright against his white hair and rich skin.

He beamed—his smile so much like that of his son—and held up his glass in a hand heavy with sparkling gems. "Most hospitable of you, headmaster. I'll have just a nip, thank you."

"My pleasure!!" Crowley purred, tipping the bottle over. A stream of deep garnet liquid filled Mr. Asim’s glass halfway. The aroma of finely aged grapes and mulled spices filled the headmaster’s office.

“Smells good! Can I have some fruit juice too?” Kalim asked.

“Errr, when you’re older, Asim-kun! For now, you may have sparkling water.”

“Gahahah! Listen to your teacher, Kalim. The man’s job is to keep you safe while you’re at school.”

“Awww… Alright, dad!”

Crowley tended to the boy, then poured himself his own drink. He made himself comfortable back behind his desk. Swirling the wine in his glass, Crowley eyed the (very wealthy) man across the way.

How much cash was stuffed in the inner lining of his suit? How many credit cards could fit in a single wallet? Was one wallet enough to contain all of his financial assets? Surely not.

Family Day was a means of cultivating good will with students’ relatives and netting donations. If he played his cards just right… Crowley licked his chops—he could practically taste the thaumarks now.

Mr. Asim took a healthy swig. “So! Tell me, my good man. How’s my boy been doing this year?”

The headmaster practically jumped to answer the question. He had prepped himself for this, taking care to prune his feedback of any mention of subpar, just-barely-passing grades.

“Ah, yes! Asim-kun is very cheerful and friendly. He’s one of the few in the student body willing to lend an ear and a helping hand to his peers! Truly, a ray of sunshine in the dark, a cool sip of water in the scorching desert!”

“Hmm, that certainly sounds like him.” Mr. Asim thoughtfully stroked his bushy white beard. “Never has been the type to keep to yourself. Gregarious one, he is. At home, Kalim chats up everyone: the locals, the servants, the animals we keep, his siblings. The ability to communicate across different groups is a valuable thing.”

“I wholeheartedly agree!! And Asim-kun is so good at it,” Crowley gushed. “He reaches out to others regardless of their dormitory—why, I’ve seen him inviting staff members and reclusive Ignihyde and Diasomnia students to his get-togethers!” (The headmaster fondly recalled the delicious foods he had stuffed himself with at a recent Scarabian banquet.)

“He’s beloved by members of his dorm. They couldn’t ask for a better person to lead them. His enrollment alone has done so much good for our school!” Crowley paused dramatically, then slyly added, “And, of course, Night Raven College is most gracious for the generous donation received upon your son's transfer. The newly renovated Scarabia dorm is greatly enjoyed by all.

“Alas!! Our school seems to have fallen on hard times as of late. We experienced big commotions on campus between winter break and the cultural festival…” Crowley lamented, holding his head in his hands. Sorrowful sobs punctuated his sentences.

“If only a kind benefactor would spare us a few million thaumarks for repairing and expanding our facilities! F-For the benefit of the children, of course!”

"Mm?" Kalim cocked his head for a moment—then his face lit up with realization. "Oooh, you’re talking about when Jamil—”

“N-Not now, Asim-kun!!” Crowley hastily silenced him. Sweat beaded on his brow. “The adults are talking!”

Mr. Asim set his wine down and leaned forward. His expression became serious as he laced his bejeweled fingers together, eyes narrowing into ruby slivers. At once, his presence was less like that of a jolly neighbor and more like a powerful sultan, ready to command with the wave of his hand.

Crowley gulped. This man was no pushover.

"How is Jamil doing?"

"Viper-kun? " Crowley scrambled for composure. "Th-This meeting is about your son, so I don't see why... I don't know if I can divulge information on other students...!!"

"He is my son's attendant and closest confidant. I should like to know how he fares.” Mr. Asim turned to his son. “Kalim? Your thoughts?”

If he spills the beans, it’s over for me!! Not just no donation, but my reputation—Night Raven College’s reputation—forever tarnished in the eyes of the public!

“N-No,” Crowley said quickly, “I-I can provide a report if that’s what you want!!”

“I want to hear what Kalim has to say first. Go on, my boy.”

The headmaster’s face fell. One testimony from Kalim, and all of his efforts to flatter Mr. Asim would have all been for naught.

“Dad…” Kalim’s face was uncharacteristically flat. “About Jamil, he…”

It’s over.

“Jamil’s been having a hard time at school! But I didn’t know that until really recently. It turns out, he was really upset and hurting, and he couldn’t tell me about it.” Kalim’s eyes drifted shut. “I feel like… I’ve failed him as his friend.

“I want to be the person he can come to if he wants to be heard. I want to support him. Then I thought, ‘maybe the problem is me’. Maybe I’m not that kind of person in Jamil’s eyes. Maybe I’m not good enough yet.

“So… I made a promise to myself, dad! ‘I’ll get better, so one day Jamil can feel good about coming to me’.” Kalim beamed, the sunshine taking up his entire face. “That’s my goal!”

"Hmmm."

Crowley had entirely deflated into his chair. A prayer to the Great Seven was on his lips, begging for mercifulness.

Mr. Asim suddenly smiled, cutting the tension. "That's good to hear."

Crowley bolted up, talons digging into his seat's arms. "I-It is?!"

“There are some things money can’t buy. I could hire the best tutors in Twisted Wonderland—in fact, I did at one point!!—but there are lessons you can only learn through first-hand experience. I wanted Kalim to have those kinds of opportunities, so I sent him to this institution.

“Birds kept in cages never learn to fly on their own." Mr. Asim nodded firmly, placing a hand over his son's. A belly laugh bubbled out. "The world will open up to you if you open your eyes to it and are willing to change with it.

“I'm happy that you were able to come to understand that during your time here. You’ve matured so much, Kalim. You're well on your way to becoming a dignified successor."

"Wow, you really think so, dad?"

"Yes, I see that the future is in good hands."

Mr. Asim stood and reached into his suit. Crowley's heart stood still when he produced a gold-plated fountain pen topped by enormous diamond and… a rectangular pad of papers.

Jackpot: his checkbook.

“I'd like to invest in that future,” Mr. Asim continued with a laugh, “and in this fine, reputable establishment. Name your number, Crowley, and you shall have it.”

“R-Really?! ANY number?!” There were practically thaumarks dancing in the headmaster’s beady little eyes.

Crowley seized Mr. Asim’s free hand and gave it a vigorous shake. “Thank you so very much, sir!! I can guarantee you that these funds will be put to good use!”

#Kalim Al-Asim #Dire Crowley #twst #twisted wonderland #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #NRC Family Day #disney twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

[ladylooch]

“When opponents bring up Emma, the gloves are dropped.”

Oh should we explore this? I feel like we are having so much fun with timo and Emma rn

Obvi this is where lio gets it from

Do I want to explore this? OBVIOUSLY! Also, lil pause to say thank you for loving these two. I love my OCs so much and it fills my writer cup up to do these blurbs 🥰

Anyone who trash talks Emma gets both Timo AND Nico in their face. So they probably just shouldn’t. But hockey boys aren’t always smart…

My eyes water a bit as I yawn, sitting in the family suite at the Prudential Center. Liv is sleeping in her carrier on me after her latest feeding. Lio is munching on a chicken finger, eyes following his dad around the ice. Timo and Nico are both out on the power play. Lexi is home sick with Lucie, so it’s a relatively quiet game tonight including on the ice where the score remains 0-0.

The puck moves along the perimeter quickly until it gets to Nico. He passes it back to Dougie, then to Jesper, then back to Nico. My brother saucers the pass across the slot to my husband, who one-times it into the back of the net.

“Hey there we go!” I cheer, watching the replay on the Jumbotron. “Daddy!” I poke Lio’s side. 

“I know I saw it.” He beams up. “Can I have ice cream now that dad scored?”

“I’m not sure what one has to do with the other?” I chuckle, but wave him up to the food to grab a bin of dippin’ dots. “Mom tax.” I open my mouth, letting him feed me a little bite.

Timo is skating back onto the ice after his goal when a Blackhawks players starts jawing at him. Timo looks over his shoulder at the guy, smirking as he comes to line up next to him. Timo suddenly stands tall, cross checking his opponent in the chest. Nico is getting ready to take the face off circle then abruptly stands up too, coming over to the other winger across from my husband. Nico shoves at him too. More talking resumes. The ref tries to get between them, but it’s too late. Timo and Nico both go after the same guy. Gloves are flying. Sticks are dropped. One guy tries to get in to pull Timo off. He shoves that guy in the face and keeps going after the original player.

“Oh boy.” I mutter, rubbing at my forehead. The arena stands. I do as well because I am so anxious watching them both fight. I put my mouth on Liv’s head, smoothing my hand over the back of her hair as well.

“Dad is mad.” Lio murmurs, eyes wide and excited. “Get him.” He pounds his little fist into his palm.

“Ah… no.”

“Why?” Lio murmurs. I can’t really lecture him on violence when both his dad and uncle are punching people.

“Because it’s not.. nice.”

After we get home and put the kids to bed, I finally ask Timo what that was all about. We are in the closet changing into our bed time apparel. 

“This motherfucker.” He starts off, stopping from changing out of his suit. His eyes are all squinty as he retells the story. “He was talking about you. Nico and I felt he needed to never do that again. So we took care of it.”

“I can’t believe you both jumped him at the same time.” I shake my head, pulling my flannel pajama pants up my legs. 

“I mean, the opportunity was presented, so why not?”

“Well, your son was mimicking your punches.”

“Our son saw me beat a guy's ass defending you today. I’m okay with that.” He kisses me as he walks out of the closet in only his boxer briefs. “Why you putting pants on? I’m just gonna take them off.” I ignore that, going back to the real issue.

“When he is older and beats a kid up on the playground, I expect you to be on my side with that.”

“Sure, baby.” He says. “Now come here.” 

I walk to the bed, crawling onto his lap. He leans back into the pillows, hands on my hips as I look him over.

“He got you.” I murmur, seeing red under his left eye along with other signs of bruising.

“One. Compared to my fifteen.”

“At least you landed a punch. I couldn’t quite figure out what Nico was doing.”

“Me either. I had to tell him to find someone else.” I lean my head back, laughing at the ceiling, remember how Nico went off to grab the closest Blackhawk.  Timo leans forward, kissing along the swells of my breasts that are off limits again. I sigh with pleasure when his nose outlines my nipple through my shirt 

“Hey.” I tug his hair softly. He knows why.

“So bossy tonight.”

“You like me that way.” He nods in agreement. 

“So what did this guy say?” I ask. Timo sighs like he wants to be done talking about it.

“He said your pussy probably dries up like the desert when you see me.” I burst out laughing. Tears are pooling in my eyes. Timo flips me to my back and crawls over me. His marked up hands pin my wrists on either side of my head as I shake with laughter.

“You know that is not true.” I try to take my hand away to wipe at the tears. He holds me in place.

“I do know that.” He glides a hand into my pants to prove his point. “But that fuck stick shouldn’t be talking about your pussy. And Nico agreed with me so we went. Together. Defending your honor.” I try to get my laughing under control, but then I think about it and start all over again. “You could be a little more grateful.” He mumbles against my mouth, trying to shut me up.

“I sure could.” I pick up his left hand in mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, then swing my full momentum to rotate on top again. Timo is stunned below me. “But I can take care of myself. I’ll fight him next time. Defend your honor.” Timo collects my shirt, bringing it up my body and over my head.

“Mhm, okay baby. Whatever you say.” 

#TM: Loving & Leaving

[wonik1ss]

⁉️ 10 Love? : ep 2 : guess who got a job as a tennis instructor?!

⁉️synopsis : beomgyu has been trying all year to get Y/n’s attention but he only truly gets it when he volunteers to help her practice tennis. Now beomgyu has 10 weeks till Y/n’s first comp to train and win her over.

⁉️genre : non idol au, highschool au, smau, fluff

⁉️taglist : @gyumibear@be-argyu@lovely-yunashane | masterlist

“Fuck”. You looked all over the court to no avail to find beomgyu. You knew Beomgyu wasn’t a creep.. he just always ended up looking like one. to be honest you were quiet fond of the boy. when he wasn’t getting weird sightings from her friends he was.. well really nice.

He was always at your games cheering you on, anytime he caught you walking out of school he made you laugh with a terrible dad joke and-

“IM SO SORRY DONT FIRE ME PLEASE!”. You laughed audibly out loud. Looking Beomgyu up and down the boy wore mix matched shoes a basket ball jersey and shorts and a backwards cap.

“You know we’re playing tennis right?”. Beomgyu nodded furiously as he opened his phone.

“Ok let’s start with the basics”. After 15 minutes you started to noticed Beomgyu did in-fact not know what the hell the ‘basics’ were. For 8 of those 15 minutes the poor boy had you doing yoga poses. The other 7 were him not being able to even get the ball past the net. So it was safe to say you had to stopped mid way.

“Gyu be honest with me”. Gyu. From his friends mouths Gyu was just a silly nickname but from you is was the best form of endearment.

“Hmm”

“So do you even know how to play tennis”

“Nope”. You laughed. Beomgyu made you laugh with a joke he didn’t steal from the internet.

“Well.. I’m already good so.. would you mind just being my ‘coach’ for the title so I don’t have to spend actual ‘coach’ money?”. Beomgyu eagerly nodded.

“I can still help though! Like moral support and stuff! And little tips!”. You nodded. Beomgyu beamed at you as you quickly ran over to teach him the basics so you could have an opponent. Beomgyu felt like he was in a kdrama. He was half listening to you and half geeking about what was happening. You had half hazardly tried to, back hug him to show him how to use the racket correctly. To you, you just didn’t have to spend money you didn’t have. To Beomgyu he was starting to think he actually had a chance with you.

After you made sure Beomgyu could actually hit a ball that could pass the net, you ran back to your side of the court to play. For the next hour and fifteen minutes you played with Beomgyu. In that one hour and fifteen minutes with out you knowing Beomgyu got, five bruises, thought he pulled something and a headache. But you didn’t need to know any of that. Just being with you made him happy. So it was safe to say Beomgyu was pretty bummed when the session ended. As you ran to get your stuff Beomgyu Followed.

“So can we meet everyday on Wednesday’s and Friday’s to practice coach”. Beomgyu looked at his fake watch and thought for a minute before he answered. You laughed.

“Sounds good to me Ms.K”. You titled your head.

“Ms.K?”

“Miss Kitty cause you look like a cat”. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Sure it was a well known fact by all your friends that you looked like a cat but somehow when Beomgyu said it, it was so much funnier. In those five seconds you were laughing Beomgyu was analyzing you.

You had sweat beads across you head, some stray hairs on your head and the brightest smile he had ever seen.

“You thirsty?”

“Uh.. ya”

“Ok wanna go to the cafe I think it’s still open because of clubs.. oh and I have to stop by the film club for like five minutes before”. Beomgyu nodded and followed closely behind you as you entered the school.

“We’re here you can wait here if you want”. Beomgyu nodded and watched you talk to your friends. Some peeked out the door to see an awkward Beomgyu fiddling with his cap, that he had now taken off after you made a joke about it during practice.

“I think this is the first time I’ve heard him be like totally silent..”. Wonyoung said and Yeji giggled.

“Wony stop it I’m paying this man five cents for and hour and thirty minutes for that he’s really nice”

“Didn’t you text me that mid way you had to teach him how to play tennis?”. Wony laughed but quickly stopped after you glared at her.

“He’s really nice when you get to know him! Talk to him at the next game you’ll see!”. Beomgyu was struggling to hear anything but he heard you loud and clear. You thought he was nice. The girl he had been pinning after for the last two years thought he was nice. This was definitely a step in the right direction for Beomgyu. So as you walked out he linked arms with you.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s just your really short don’t wanna lose you on our way to the cafe”. Your rolled your eyes and as the two of you started to bicker a smile grew on Beomgyu’s face.

“I told you he was nice Wony”

“I know.. I just don’t wanna ever see Y/n hurt”. Why’ll the two girls finally went back to their work, you and Beomgyu exchanged numbers and were starting a new chapter in each others lifes.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #kpop girls #reader x idol #reader insert

[chipper9906]

This One’s For You...

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler

Word Count: 2,571

Status: One Shot - Complete

Summary:

This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…

You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments.

In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be.

In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.

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A short and dumb fic I wrote based on this tumblr post that absolutely cracked me the fuck up

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Try to picture the scene: It’s summer, middle of July, and the sun is beginning to set on what was a perfectly normal day at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp. There’s an impromptu basketball game going on set up by one Jacob Custos, who had dragged out the old basketball hoops from storage and set up a makeshift court for the kids to get a game in before dinner time.

Now, if you were asked to write a list of counselors most suitable for watching over said game, you’d probably put Dylan Lenivy somewhere on the bottom of that list, right?

Well, you’d be wrong.

He wouldn’t even make the list. 

Dylan and sports? Yeah, they just didn’t work together. Last time he played any sort of sports was when his dad signed him up for little league baseball so they’d have a hobby they can share. First pitch, he managed to throw the ball backward. First swing, the bat slipped out of his hands and knocked out little Jamie’s tooth who, to be fair, should not have been standing so close to the foul line. It was a baby tooth anyway, so it was fine. After that they sort of just left him on outfield. Like, as far out to field as an outfield can get. He’s talking “far enough to the point where a MAJOR league player would struggle to reach.”

He made some pretty rad daisy chains while out there though. 

So why he was currently here acting as a sort of referee to the game, he had no clue. He barely knows the rules of basketball if he’s being honest. Not that it really matters. This is a summer camp, not an NBA training camp. Fun’s all that matters, right? He’s just gotta make sure none of the kids are like, elbowing someone in the face or tripping each other over. Or traveling. He knows that, at least. 

“You look bored.”

Dylan startled at the voice from next to him, looking to see Ryan had appeared from nowhere. Dude could be sneaky when he wanted to be. One second you’re wondering where the guy is, then BAM, he’s just there. 

“Plus one for observational skills,” Dylan says, unable to stop the smile stretching across his face at Ryan’s unexpected appearance. 

“Nothing exciting happen, I take it?”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that,” Dylan said, returning his attention to the game. “Nick had to break up a fight between Aidan and Rickie who, apparently, both have a crush on Debbie over there. Aidan was trying to show off with a… I don’t know what it’s called, but Rickie checked the hell out of him and Aidan didn’t care much for it.”

Ryan hummed, crossing his arms across his chest as he glanced at Dylan out of the corner of his eye. “Nothing quite like kid drama.”

“Telling ya’ man, emotions are a bi-- uh, a pain at that age. You remember what it’s like being that age, right? Awful.”

“You say that like emotions don’t still kinda suck at our age,” Ryan points out. “Sometimes I’ll look at Jacob and Nick interact and see two full-grown adults, and other times it’s like we have two extra campers messing around who got hit hard by puberty.”

Dylan snorted, perhaps not paying as much attention to the game as he should be now Ryan was here. “Oh, yeah, and Molly tripped over and skinned her knee up pretty bad. Abi and Kaitlyn took her back to the lodge for Nurse Kelly to take a look over her if you were wondering where they were.”

Ryan grunted in acknowledgment, scanning across the court. Jacob was running up and down the ‘sideline’, whistle hanging loose around his neck and coming dangerously close to smacking him in the teeth with every over-excited bound he makes. Nick was… not as enthusiastic as Jacob, but was still dutifully watching over the kids just as Dylan was from the other side of the court 

“What about Emma?” Ryan asks, realizing who was missing.

“Off duty,” Dylan answered. He turns himself to face Ryan, head titled to the side as a thought pops into his head. “Speaking of… Aren’t you supposed to be off duty, too?”

“I am,” Ryan answers. 

Dylan raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for an elaboration from Ryan that doesn’t come. “So… You’re here because…?”

Ryan just shrugged, no longer able to meet Dylan’s eye. “I dunno. I was bored. You looked bored. Thought it’d be nice to come over and talk with you.”

“Oh. Cool.” A flush of red quickly spread across Dylan’s face, which he did his best to hide by turning away from Ryan to face the game. If Ryan noticed anything, he didn’t mention it. 

“I kind of half expect to hear you commentating on the game or something over the speakers,” Ryan says, gesturing with a nod of his head to one of said speakers sitting atop its pole nearby. 

“Kinda hard to do that from the radio hut. That’s, like… not here. In a place where I can’t see what’s happening.”

Dylan almost got a smirk out of Ryan. Almost. “Eh… I’m sure you can make it work.”

“That’s probably true,” Dylan conceded. “I mean… it’s basketball. Children’s basketball. Pretty sure I could say a hundred different variations of ‘X Person has ball. X person is attempting to score. X person got the ball in the net. X person has scored!’ and they’d all apply, even when I can’t see.”

“Congratulations, you just over-simplified nearly all sports.”

"I mean... It's not my fault most sports are the same and boring as hell."

"Well... I wouldn't say most sports."

"Oh, uh- no, yeah, you're right," Dylan quickly backpedaled. "I mean… I’ve heard from someone that sailing’s pretty entertaining…”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking about sailing?”

Oops. That backfired. “What? No! No, I’m just saying, you always look like you’re having such a good time when you’re out there on the water, I--”

“You’ve watched me sail?”

Uh oh. Backfired again. “Uh… Yeah, I…” Alright, how does he say this without coming off like a stalker? “You know, I am in charge of scheduling and all that, and after I scheduled your first lesson with the kiddos I realized I’d never actually seen you do your… thing.” Was that stalkerish? It didn’t sound too stalkerish. “I’m actually kinda surprised I got to see it at all, given how weird Mr. H has been about any of us going in the water.”

“Safety hazard, I guess,” Ryan suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“I guess that’s true. It was… super impressive, actually; seeing you out there, somehow managing to keep a group of rowdy kids entertained and also make sure they’re not getting themselves hurt.”

“You mean… like you are now?” Ryan asked, gesturing to the game he was supposed to be watching. 

“Yeah, but… you’re doing it on water.”

“Okay, but--”

“Just accept the compliment, Ryan.”

Ryan huffed, giving Dylan one of those smiles that’s more in the eyes than with the mouth. “Fine. Compliment accepted.”

“Sweet. Got plenty more of those, if you’re interested.” Dylan shot Ryan a wink, and the double take Ryan gave him for it was truly glorious. “Or at least… I can think up a ton more to keep me entertained while we’re here, watching… sports.” 

Ryan shook his head at the amount of disdain in Dylan’s voice for that last word. “Thought you were coming round to the ‘not all sport is boring’ thing?”

“Oh, I am. But still, you gotta admit this isn't exactly the most riveting of spectacles. At least... Not enough to spend your precious free time watching it, anyway."

"The game? No," Ryan agrees. He shifts slightly in place, enough that his arm brushes across Dylan's, and it's a little embarrassing the way Dylan's breath catches at the feeling of Ryan's fingers lightly catching his own. "The company makes up for it, though."

Dylan's so busy staring at Ryan that he doesn't notice the ball had gone out of play. At least, he doesn't notice until he feels the ball bounce right into his leg. He regretfully has to look away from Ryan and down to the offending object, plucking it up from the ground and looking around for whichever kid he was supposed to pass it to for a throw-in.

But instead, he's greeted by one of the kids on the court cheerfully yelling "Go for it, Mr. Dylan!", enthusiastically jumping and pointing to the hoop. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s--” Dylan tries to shoot down the idea. But of course, now that one of the kids had suggested it, all the others quickly jump on board. 

“Yeah!”

“You can do it!”

“Throw it!”

“I think you’ve gotta throw it.” Ryan not at all helpfully gives Dylan an ‘encouraging’ push towards the court. “Unless you wanna upset all your fans, that is…”

“Yeah, ‘Mr. Dylan’,” Jacob grins at him from the other end of the court. He was now leaning against the pole holding up the hoop, one arm crossed across his chest whilst the other points up at the hoop above his head. “Show us your skills!”

“Fine, fine…” Dylan grips the ball tight with both hands, stepping onto the court. He’s welcomed by the triumphant cheers of the kids, who ‘part the sea’ so to speak for him to get within shooting range. 

“Dude, it’s a real shame Mr. H took our phones from us,” Jacob says to Nick, who had appeared by his side — mostly to get a better view of what was about to unfold. “This really seems like a moment we want on video.”

“I assume you mean to record our dear friend Dylan here in his triumphant moment for us to treasure years down the line?” Nick asked.

“Oh, I was thinking more that Emma would love to upload this to her channel. I can already see the title: Watch this grown adult miss a shot made by a ten-year-old moments ago.”

“Just you watch, Jakey-boy. You’re gonna eat your words,” Dylan shot back. 

“Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan!” The kids had started a chant of his name which, while encouraging, was also all kinds of distracting. It also didn’t help to lessen the pressure when he had a bunch of expectant and excited-looking faces looking up at him. 

Dylan then makes it all the more worse for himself by looking over to Ryan, and his heart stutters in his chest for a moment at the realization that Ryan had joined in with the kid's chants, deep voice booming over the rest.

Dylan glanced up at the hoop, taking in a deep breath. Alright… How hard could this be? Just get the ball through the hoop, right? And given that he was marginally taller than the other kids who had been making these shots, then he should have no problems. Easy peasy. 

He looks over to Ryan again, taking a hand off the ball to point directly at him. 

“This one’s for you.”

It’s enough to bring out one of those rare smiles from Ryan that Dylan spends pretty much every moment he has in Ryan’s presence trying to pry out of him. Dylan shoots him another wink, then returns his focus to the task at hand. He keeps his eye solely on the hoop, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…

You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments. 

In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be. 

In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.

“OW!” Jacob’s head snaps back at the impact, a resounding sounding ‘thump’ echoing across the court. “Son of a-- bee sting.”

The kids, being kids, erupt into laughter. Poor Jacob was bent over himself, hand held to his sore nose as he tried to breathe through the pain. Nick would blame it on the contagiousness of the kid's laughter that he was laughing too, giving Jacob a few consolatory pats on his back. “Damn, you were right. That really was a moment we should have got on video.”

But Dylan wasn’t focusing on Nick’s laughter. Nor was he focusing on Jacob’s rapidly swelling nose, which he really should be. But in his defense, there was something a little more distracting going on that made it hard to focus on anything else. 

Ryan Erzhaler… was laughing. 

And this wasn’t just a quick snort. No, Ryan was absolutely losing it on the side of the court, arms wrapped around his stomach as he damn nearly choked on his laughter. Dylan could count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Ryan laugh, but he had never heard him laugh like this. Not a full-on belly laugh - that kind of one that makes it hard to breathe. It made it kind of hard for Dylan to breathe, the sound of it making something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest. 

“Sorry, dude…” Dylan sheepishly apologized to Jacob. Though, the smile on his face and in his voice didn’t give the apology much merit. “I promise that was an accident.”

“You got a friggen cannon for an arm, man,” Jacob complained-slash-complimented, straightening himself back up. He pulls his hand away from his nose but, thankfully, there’s no blood. “Oh, and — real mature, Erzhaler. You just keep laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s -- it’s not funny,” Ryan lies, finally managing to get his laughter under control. 

“Alright, alright, stop laughing you little gremlins,” Jacob grumbled to the giggling kids. “We got a game to finish!”

Dylan scurried back over to Ryan’s side, half wincing-half smiling at him as he got close. They watched as Jacob attempted to wrangle the kids back up, trying to resume the game. “So, uh… when do I get to play with the pros?”

That earned Dylan another laugh, much to his delight. “I know I’d sign you to a contract.”

“Oh yeah?” Dylan challenged. “How are you planning on paying me for my tremendous skill?”

“Hmm… I dunno. What do you want?”

‘You’ is what very nearly slips out of Dylan’s mouth, but he manages to catch himself in time. Although, what he actually says isn’t all that better. “You keep giving me some of that adorable laughter of yours, and I’ll sign right on the dotted line.”

Turns out, he didn’t need to be worried. He doesn’t get another one of those mentioned adorable laughs, but Ryan does stick his hand out to him, the smallest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. “Deal?”

Dylan smiles warmly back at him, reaching out a hand and clasping onto Ryan’s. He gives it a firm shake, the two of them holding onto each other's hands and each other's gaze a bit longer than you typically would. 

“Deal.”

Okay, so…

Maybe sports aren’t as boring as he thought…

#dylan/ryan #dylan x ryan #ryan x dylan #radioheads #drylan #rylan #The Quarry #the quarry game #oneshot #fluff #pre-canon #this was so dumb i'm so sorry #but i just had to get it out

[jordyn-degas]

Maybe .. One Day

characters: Kenma Kozume x OC! Mei Takahashi

warnings: pretty much none; it's quite a peaceful drabble; ah! Kenma's emotionally hurt for a bit; his first crush; a bit of angst but barely; Kuroo being such a dad

notes: this drabble comes from an attempt to get out of the writer's block 😅 i asked @iamthepotato to give me the character, the subject and the genre - to make it even more perfect? we're introducing my chaotic half's OC: Mei Takahashi 🥳 since this is a personalized request there is no Y/N 🤗 you can self-insert if needed.

There was never a moment in Kenma’s life in which he wished to step out of the background more than he did now. Always casually sitting back, sucked into his own comfortable bubble without paying any mind to the surroundings, living more in a world dominated by pixels than human beings. Quivering pangs of an emotion he has not been accustomed to until today were ravaging each available bit of his tightened chest, shamelessly accompanied by heavy beats meant to carve the heart’s way out of its body.

Kenma was never good at expressing feelings, at differentiating between the meanings of each, simply hoarding them all in one place and forgetting they even existed. Life consisted of video games, school, volleyball and Kuroo’s constant nagging that seemed to hit an all time high - today in particular. 

“You’ve been on level 22 for the past 45 minutes.” Kuroo observed, peaking yet again into the blue PlayStation Portable his best friend always carried around.

“It’s a hard one.” Kenma pondered, hunched position as he sat on the gym’s floor, fingers aimlessly running across the console in an attempt to throw him off.

As Kuroo prepared some kind of wise words that would, maybe, get his friend off the floor and into actual training, he was abruptly stopped by the laugh everyone got accustomed with in the past three days. Quick analytical skills were set in motion, catching with the corner of his eyes how Kenma shifted, head snapping upwards with a quickness he did not have even in the matches against Hinata, eyes focused completely on the person that was at the other end of the gym. With an amused “ah!” Kuroo took a step back and leaned against the wall, quietly watching the scene unfolding before them.

Liquid gold beamed at the heart fluttering sound, unbothered demeanor melting into pure softness as Kenma felt his breath being sucked out, lips parted slightly while being bound into a mesmerized stance. It was for the first time when he couldn't care less that Kuroo was watching him like a hawk, simply unable to tear his gaze away from the pearly white smile, eyes meeting through the net settled in the middle of the court. 

“You seem lost.” soft, yet confident, voice said while amusement laced its tonality - Kenma jumping slightly, a figure emerging behind him.

“A bit.” he mumbled, turning around to be met with a girl only a few inches shorter than him - brown, kind eyes, shoulder-length black hair, pair of white shorts and an oversized black shirt that simply had the number 11 on it without any other inscriptions.

“Mei.” she grinned, cheeks full with playfulness. stretching out her hand.

“Uhm ..” Kenma swallowed, not understanding why his brain was unable to make the connection with his own hand, raising it in slow motion to meet hers. “Kenma.”

“Now, Kenma ..” Mei said while stepping right next to him, a chuckle escaping her seeing the boy so lost. “Never been here before, ha?”

“No.” he replied quietly, eyes solely trained on the shape of her face, on how her cheeks tended to catch a bit of a rose color with each smile or chuckle.

“I thought Nekoma was supposed to be this guided-by-instinct team.” Mei raised an eyebrow while a mischievous smirk adorned her, until now, innocent features - quickly noticing the name written on the blonde’s shirt.

“First time here.” Kenma admitted, eyeing the ground and feeling an embarrassment he has never experienced before.

“I know it’s late but as a proud Inarizaki student ..” Mei quipped, his eyes snapping back up to meet hers in surprise, without a single care in the world wrapping her arm around his. “.. let me show you around.”

“Okay.” Kenma agreed, a brief nod accompanying his attempt to relax under the level of closeness he was experiencing now.

“Do you say more than three words?” Mei asked, both beginning to walk around, curious eyes studying the boy.

“D-depends.” Kenma answered, swallowing the knot formed into his throat feeling the right cheek burning under her gaze.

“I don’t usually bite.” she grinned, a chuckle following shortly after as he tensed at the playfulness. “Don’t worry. By the time you get back to your team, you’ll be all talked out.”

And that he was.

Despite bumping into each other after dinner, Kenma ended up spending time with Mei way past midnight, exploring the area where Inarziaki usually held their training camps, settling on a nearby hill overlooking the entire area. It started off easily, only her doing the talking, Kenma simply listening, finding an unfamiliar peace settling over him. Knees brought up to the chest, cheek resting on them as he looked at her from the moment they sat down until they left. They were the same age, only a month apart, common interests and a deep appreciation for well thought out video games - letting Mei play on his PS Portable and go past some of the levels only to see that intoxicating excitement glowing on her.

Unknowingly, Kenma found himself talking past the five word mark he usually had, sentences flowing out with an ease never experienced before with a girl, Mei managing to pull out a few laughs and smiles that Kuroo had to work really hard for most of the time. He caught himself off guard with soft smiles adorning his tired features, every single one being the result of each of Mei’s laughs or snarky remarks in whatever subject they were discussing. Never concerning himself with girls, never being a focus, never noticing, never deeming himself worthy of one’s interest, Kenma got trapped into a loop running inside his mind - she was breathtakingly beautiful. He even thought, dared to admit to himself, that Mei fit him too perfectly to be true. Who simply comes out of complete nowhere and has one’s heart fluttering with a simple smile?

“Miya, put me down!” Mei’s voice boomed into the gym, amusement laced with threat keeping everyone’s attention on her.

“Samu!” Atsumu Miya whined on the other side of the court, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “She’ll have us run around the gym again!”

5 seconds.

That was all it took for Atsumu’s twin, Osamu, to place Mei back on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around her waist before pulling her into a kiss. Heartburn blazed through Kenma’s chest at the sight, throat constricting to contain the nausea into an unswallowable knot.

The next day after they met, both had lunch together and spent the evening around the camp yet again, Kenma allowing himself to be pulled even deeper into a crush he developed in less than 5 minutes. Finding himself constantly in an internal race to make Mei laugh, grin or let out one of her dramatic, snarky remarks he grew to enjoy terribly, Kenma forgot why Nekoma was actually here and he did not mind. It was something so new, so heartwarming about how comfortable he felt around the girl, how their intertwined arms fit as if they were built for each other, how their laughs matched in tonality, how Mei’s smile seemed to grow even bigger whenever he was smiling as well.

Well .. that was until the third day, today, when Kuroo broke the news about who was the mysterious girl that seemed to be the only one around the training camp, the one that so effortlessly brought out a part of Kenma’s personality no one knew he had. She was none other than Mei Takahashi - Inarizaki’s team manager and Osamu Miya’s girlfriend. Not a fling, not a month old one but a serious girlfriend, dating for over 6 months. The speed with which this information slapped him was absolutely astonishing, Kenma simply staring at Kuroo as if he was a stranger, eyes piercing right through his best friend, mind emptying at the sound of his heart shattering abruptly to the ground.

“Kenma!” Mei called, arm waving in the air, bright smile adorning her all too beautiful features as Osamu spoke with Kita while his arms stayed wrapped around her waist.

At first, Kenma did not hear his name rolling off her lips and catching the attention of both teams, his eyes focused on the point where Osamu’s hands were tightly locked. Throat and mouth drying up, the pangs in his chest intensified, some kind of pain pressing on each nerve, even anger sipping through his pores. He loved and hated the feeling at the same time, realizing that it only took him 48 hours to morph that childish crush into pure feelings, teeth cracking under the pressure of the tightly shut jaw in an attempt to protect the usual unbothered demeanor he so effortlessly possessed. It was such a poisonous position to be in - having absolutely no issue with the boy that claimed Mei’s heart but, somehow, Kenma found himself wishing he would simply walk out the door and never come back. Thoughts of how he finally found someone that fits him, yet unable to reach, flooded an already filled to the brim mind, losing focus on how Mei’s steps were approaching. Only when her face obstructed Kenma’s blurry view he snapped back into focus.

“Kenma?” Mei asked, genuine worry written all over. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” Kenma nodded, averting his gaze.

“You’re not.” Mei countered, brows furrowing at the obvious lie - Kenma jolting in surprise as her palm landed on his forehead and pinching the skin with a bit of coldness, soothing the headache that overcame him. “Feverish.”

“Tired.” Kenma simply stated, unwillingly leaning into the comforting touch, catching on how Mei flinched slightly at the gesture.

“If she says you have a fever, I believe her.” Kuroo commented, studying carefully the entire scene unfolding before his eyes, already knowing what was going on - knowing since the first night when his best friend entered their shared room with the weirdest smile he ever witnessed.

“Come with me.” Mei urged, offering her hand. “I have something for it.”

“m fine.” Kenma replied, pushing himself off the floor and shoving the console into his pocket, continuing to avoid her gaze by turning to Kuroo. “Can I go?”

Being dismissed with a nod and a sympathetic look, Kenma turned his back on them, fingers balling up into tight fists hidden by the pockets of his shorts, and walked away before allowing himself to be consumed by feelings that had no right to exist anymore in this situation. Without looking back, he made his way into the room and got into bed, thoughts swarming rapidly.

“Why did I even think she is single? Stupid, I know.”

“Mei is funny, smart and sweet.” Kenma sighed, laying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. “Her laugh is pure music and that smile she always wears is beautiful. She is .. beautiful ..”

“Did I assume she is single because of the video games? Why would that be a problem for anyone?”

“Of course Mei’s not single! One look is all one needs to realize that would be impossible. Why didn’t I see it?”

“And she is dating Osamu.” Kenma groaned at the thought. “The tolerable twin. If it would’ve been the other one maybe I would’ve had a chance. Who could possibly tolerate Atsumu Miya? Osamu on the other hand ..”

“He kissed her. It seemed to be with care and soft. He really does like her.”

“What do I even hold against him? Osamu is tall, well built, an exceptional player, looks really good compared to other boys and is nice all the time.”

Frustration bubbled to the surface, Kenma grabbing the pillow from under his head and throwing it at the other end of the room before listening to how it fell to the floor with a quiet thud. Palm resting on the chest, the only thing he wished for was for the heartbeats to calm down, to stop their erratic rhythm, wanting nothing more than to move on. There were 5 days left of the training camp, including this one, and he needed to find a solution, a balance that won’t keep him out of the game.

“Alright.” Kuroo spoke while walking inside the room, not even knocking as he came closer, towering over him. “You like her.”

“No.” Kenma pouted slightly, averting his gaze.

“You do and there is nothing you can do about it.” his best friend bluntly continued. “Will you sulk for the rest of the camp?”

“Yes.” Kenma replied, wincing at how quickly the admittance came.

“So you do like her.” Kuroo grinned, sitting next to him and noticing how the jaw muscles tensed at the words.

“She is nice.” Kenma sighed, turning to be met with the stupidest smirk he had ever witnessed before. “I’m not talking to you.”

“Alright, sorry.” Kuroo took a deep breath, adopting a serious expression, wishing to not crumble under the heaviness of his pride - Kenma was crushing on a girl, how about that? “True, Mei is really nice.”

“Smart and sweet.” Kenma mumbled, unable to believe the discussion happening right now. “Likes video games.”

“Now it makes a lot more sense.” Kuroo nodded, wanting to truly help in any way possible. “This is the first time in which you found your person.”

“My .. person?” Kenma frowned, not really on the same wavelength. 

“Yes.” Kuroo answered with a shrug. “That specific one that fits you in the most perfect way, seems almost too perfect. Both share the same interests, mold together as if made for each other, there’s that fuzzy feeling all over, and, yet, there is a line that cannot be crossed.”

“Oh.” Kenma’s eyebrows shot up, a lot more interested in what his friend had to say.

“Unfortunately, in between you and Mei there is Osamu.” Kuroo pointed out, head cocked to the side. “As much as I tend to believe that your crush turned into something more, I have to ask - Why sulk and miss your chance at having such a great person in your life?”

“You mean .. be friends?” Kenma asked, eyes darting to the floor, teeth nipping at the inner cheek. “How?”

“This type of person tends to become one of the greatest friends one can have.” Kuroo answered with a small smile. “There is never an easy way out of what you feel. Usually, you have to bear through it and see the bright side of it.”

“How will I stop having feelings if she is my friend?” Kenma frowned, something not quite making sense just yet.

“With time.” Kuroo stated simply. “Time tends to have a resolve for anything.”

“Time, huh?” Kenma whispered, fingers playing with the material of the cover he sat on. “I- .. I’ll try.”

“Who knows?” Kurro grinned. “Maybe the tables will turn in your favor.”

“That’s not helping.” Kenma rolled his eyes, dropping back on the bed, all sprawled on it.

“We’ll see.” Kuroo chuckled while standing up. “I have to get back. Come back for the afternoon practice?”

“Sure.” Kenma nodded briefly, defeated even, gaze poking holes into the ceiling yet again.

“Congrats on your first crush!” Kuroo cheered, leaving the room before his friend could reply.

**

“I DID IT!” Mei cheered, falling backwards on the grass.

“Not fair.” Kenma mumbled, munching on a watermelon slice. “I told you how to do it.”

“But I passed on to the next level with my own strength.” Mei replied, face turned to look at the boy with a soft smile adorning her features. “Wanna do the next one?”

“Nah.” Kenma shook his head. “You’re better at it than I am.”

“True.” Mei shrugged, letting out a laugh the moment he raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m not humble.”

“Clearly.” Kenma smiled before resuming eating.

After the conversation he had with Kuroo, he took a deep breath, took a nap and returned for the afternoon practice, the first thing done being to allow Mei to check that there was no longer a fever in sight. She flinched yet again when he leaned into her touch, relaxing quickly after and smiling at the gesture. The next few days passed with Kenma clumsily attempting to view the girl as a simple friend, dividing his time between the team and hanging out with her - not staring as long as he used to, not focusing as much on her as he would usually do and avoiding witnessing as much as he could the display of various affections Osamu showered her in.

That did not mean that Kenma’s blood was not rushing at the same speed whenever Mei would grab his hand or hug him after a good set. That did not mean that his heartbeats were less erratic whenever she wanted to spend time only with him, alone. That did not mean that the pangs of pain, knowing he had absolutely no chance, lessened in intensity, still adoring the way she laughed, blushing whenever she would push the hair off his face by saying “why would you hide those pretty eyes?”.

However, with each passing day, it became more bearable, allowing himself to accept the fact that he would rather have Mei in his life in one way or the other rather than cutting her off for something that was not even her fault to begin with. Kenma went through each stage of anger, pain and disappointment that could possibly exist, realizing that he played some of the most fierce games against Inarizaki in this training camp than ever before.

Was it because his frustration had to be spilled somewhere? Probably.

Was it because he could see Mei watching his every move? Absolutely.

The simple, yet so sweet, cheer that erupted from her whenever he would do something beyond anyone’s expectation was something he looked forward to every single day.

“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OUR TEAM MANAGER!” Atsumu snapped one day, slamming his foot against the polished floor in the same way a child would do in a candy store when refused a lollipop. “ON OUR SIDE!”

“Instead of acting like a jilted lover, you should take notes Miya.” Mei responded, arms crossed against the chest, eyebrow raised at the audacity of the not-so-tolerable twin. 

It was probably the first time every single person in the room saw Kenma laughing, genuinely, both teams joining in after the shock wore off, with Atsumu pouting, sitting cross-legged on the ground and refusing to play anymore. With chaos ensuing at such a statement, Mei and Kenma caught each other’s gaze through the net, soft smiles adorning both, not looking away for a few minutes, each with their own set of thoughts about the other. Kuroo tapped his shoulder - “We’re starting, lover boy.” - and he tore his gaze away from the girl that taught him more about himself than anyone ever managed to.

“You got everything?” Shinsuke Kita, Inarizaki’s captain, asked while looking around, handing Kuroo the only backpack left he found on the ground - their last day on the camp ending.

“We did.” Kuroo replied, hand all stretched out. “Thanks.”

“Let’s meet up soon in a real match.” Kita shook his hand, both staring at each other with polite smiles that hid determination.

“KENMA!” Mei called, rushing down a set of stairs while holding a small package.

“Mei?” the boy asked, eyes wide open while walking towards her, meeting at a safe distance from his nagging best friend.

“This is for you.” she smiled, handing him the package. “I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s my favorite game!”

“You didn’t have to.” Kenma whispered in surprise, staring at the beautifully wrapped up gift before blushing brightly. “But I- .. uhm .. I didn’t ..”

Out of nowhere, Mei pulled him into a hug, arms tightly locking around his neck, bodies completely flushed together as he felt his head exploding at the occurrence. Trembling from head to toe, Kenma swallowed harder than ever, face burning as all the blood rushed into his cheeks, all the suppressed feelings boiling to the surface in an instant. Clumsily, his arms raised and wrapped around Mei that patiently waited for the hug to be returned, knowing already that this was completely new for the boy. As seconds passed by, she stood into the embrace, waiting as long as it was needed for him to relax, Kenma unable to believe the patience she had with him. The moment his body melted against hers, Mei chuckled.

“You’re an amazing person, Kenma.” she whispered into his ear. “The best I’ve met so far.”

“T-thank you.” Kenma stuttered, unable to stop the trembling of his arms around her. “Y-you .. uhm .. too.”

“Don’t worry that you didn’t get me anything.” Mei followed, cheek pressing against his as she leaned into it. “Meeting you was more than enough.”

“Mei ..” Kenma whispered, surprise splitting across his face.

“And ..” Mei sighed deeply, shifting a bit into the embrace to be even closer than humanly possible. “I know.”

“W-what?” he swallowed, the tremble intensifying. “No idea what ..”

“I know, Kenma.” Mei followed calmly, tightening her arms around him. “And .. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” Kenma gave in, shifting slightly for his forehead to rest on her shoulder. “There is nothing to be sorry for. We met 6 months too late.”

“No one knows but me.” Mei reassured him as if knowing he was afraid of the conversation that might occur with her team, Atsumu being relentless when teasing someone. “I do enjoy having you around. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Me too.” Kenma took a deep breath, coming out shaky and hesitant. “We’ll talk as much as we can.”

Pulling back slightly, both stared at each other, brown pooling into liquid gold, the sun slowly setting over them as the threads of a friendship tied through the feelings of two people that met in different times of their lives were tied even strongly. There was no bitterness or hurt, sadness or regret, but a sincere, simple happiness of both being able to be faced with a person that completed them perfectly - something many search for years and never able to find.

Mei’s heart unexpectedly skipped the first beat since she met the boy, seeing, truly, the way he looked at her - how simple, yet so pure. 

Kenma’s heart started beating normally again, the erratic beats that tormented him for a week straight settling into peace, soft smile tugging at his lips feeling how Mei’s own heart boomed into the chest, vibrations being felt as they stayed glued to each other. 

“Kenma ..” Mei whispered, pulling him into the final hug that was to serve as a reminder for until they’ll meet again.

“Hey.” he chuckled lightly. “Thank you.”

“Who knows?” Mei smiled, a sadness he was unable to see lacing the usually confident tonality. “Maybe one day.”

“Yeah ..” Kenma replied, squeezing her tighter than ever, memorizing to perfection the moment which every single person around them witnessed. “Maybe one day.”

Both parting from the heartwarming hug, smiles adorned their faces, Kenma turning on his heels and walking towards his teammates while tightly clutching Mei’s gift. After shaking everyone’s hand, Kuroo patted his shoulder with a nod and a sympathetic smile while Kenma turned around one more time. Hands clutched together on her chest, Mei simply stood there, leaning into Osamu as he had his arm around her shoulders, eyes glossy and keeping up the same beautiful, intoxicating smile Kenma fell in love with.

Yes, he now could easily admit that he fell in love for the first time - an experience that brought to the table more than anyone could’ve ever imagined. Kenma smiled back, knowing the tolerable twin would take good care of her.

Until .. maybe .. one day.

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[lfc21]

Do you think you could do no. 6 with Robbie but platonically? I just think he'd be an awesome male friend

Your doing it wrong

You and Andy had been inseparable since the day you entered this world. You where only 2 years younger than Andy yet acted as if you where the perfect pair of twins. When Andy moved down to Liverpool you where the first one to follow his footsteps and enter the wide world of Liverpool. A home away from home. Although Andy was the athletic type you where infact far from, you couldn't even kick a ball nevermind save one or take a corner. Your brother had always teased you about being the lazy and boring sibling yet you knew he was so wrong as you actually where far more interesting than him, well that's what you liked to think.

-

"Y/n!" Andy bellowed through the garden as he rushed out the patio door in great urgency. You looked over your shoulder at the sudden activity from behind you.

"Andy" you shouted back at him with the same rushed tone. His eyes fell on you with a sarcastic and unimpressed smile making you laugh as you got up from the garden furniture. The sun was in full beam, dancing across every piece of greenery in sight.

"Wanna play football?" Andy asked as his arm came crashing down onto the back of your neck dragging you across the garden with him.

"Do I have to?" You moaned as you fixed your hair due to andys ruff actions towards you. You often thought your brother thought you where one of his teammates from time to time due to how ruff and playfull he always was to you.

"As your older brother it is within my best interests to allow you to enrich in some physical activity" he sarcastically replied to you as he walked across the garden in search of a football he knew he had left out from yesterday.

"Bullshit" you shouted with a laugh as you ran over to him and jumped onto his larger back. Andy let out the most girly scream at your action until wriggling causing you to drop down from his back.

"Do it for a fiver?" Andy begged whilst messing with the ball under his feet and trying to block the shining sun from his vision.

"Tenner?" You gambled with a smirk and giggle as soon as he agreed to your ask. The ball came flying to your posetion under your feet causing you to volley it over your brothers head creating a rippling effect in which created him to throw himself half way across the grass.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He frantically asked as he looked up from his new found space on the floor.

"Yes Andy I was trying to kill you with a football" you sarcastically replied with your hands on your hips and your face portraying nothing but a boss bitch.

"I was only asking" he replied with a laugh as he dusted off his knees from the hard grass which had found home on his pants. Andy came smashing the ball into the net beside you causing you to become nothing but confused as to how he managed it when you where still struggling to walk in a straight like at the very age of 26. You quickly grabbed the ball and placed it under your foot before swinging your right foot aimlessly at the ball infront of you with no aim as to where it could go.

"Your doing it wrong" Andy dryly said followed by a small snigger in which pissed you off just that little bit. He always knew how to piss you off in the easiest of ways but he could never get away with it, you dad was forever on your side so his persistent performance of annoying you never really ended in his favour.

"Does it ever come to you that it might be you that's doing it wrong?" you bluntly said to him whilst looking up at him in which revealed his very surprised face.

"No not really" he smugly replied back causing you to offer him your middle finger. You and Andy had the perfect love - hate relationship and in all honestly it worked. Your brother was your breathe of fresh air in which you needed most days.

I really hope you enjoyed this, its my first platonic imagine and i know it should have been as friends but i couldnt resist the sibling relationship with Andy! Remeber all my title request imagines will be located in a separate masterlist (HERE) which can also be found in my main masterlist at the top. Please leave feedback and comments as it is greatly appreciated. 🙏 @prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentsko @trentshoe @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @hnrfc @tsimikas2l @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @henderson1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvandxjk @virgilvandickmedown

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[sufferawitchrp]

⯎ SUBPLOT No. II — HOUSE OF WOLVES ⯎

TW: attempted filicide, body horror, mentions of gore, coarse language

Suspended high above an ocean of charcoal and indigo, a silver beam of light pokes a small hole through a slow-moving cloud. The moon fluttered in her place among the heavens, a cold and cruel mistress whose power — whose celestial wrath — was most profound when she was full. She gazed upon the world, a pale and unblinking eye that cast a wide net of haughty indifference upon an inferno that raged down below. 

An insatiable fire consumed the wooden skeleton of 8 Springfang Lane. The flames had started in the basement, the cool, flat stone of the unfinished floor made slick with gasoline. The fluid shimmered in the dim light of a single overhead lamp, a shallow pool of disaster waiting for the warmth of an open flame. A sudden burst of marigold and ginger illuminated the sparsely furnished room, thrusting shadows upon the grizzled face of Warg Randolph. The match sputtered between his calloused fingers, the flame flickering in the breeze of his sour breath. 

Warg was not himself; his eyes had yellowed and his fingernails had doubled in length. He studied his reflection in the shoal of gasoline, watching as something foreign and wicked rippled beneath the surface of his face. He lowered himself to his haunches in an effort to better observe the stranger who had taken up refuge inside him. “Gotta get rid of ya,” he sneered, sweeping over-long fingers across the watery image of his eyes and mouth. And then, without any hesitation, Warg dropped the burning match between his feet. His trousers caught fire and then the hem of his corduroy coat, the flames crawling up the front of his torso before seizing the wiry undergrowth of beard creeping down his neck. Warg did not scream — in fact, he didn’t make a sound as he stumbled towards the stairs and gripped the banister with what remained of his hand. Flames jumped from the singed flesh of his knuckles and onto the surrounding decor. The basement burned a magnificent orange, its colour partially dulled by a plume of noxious smoke that loomed overhead.

Warg shuffled up the stairs and through the kitchen, the ash and smoke rising from his burning shoulders as he made his way towards the front hall and slowly ascended the stairs. He paused on the top step and the charred remains of his mouth turned upward into a wilting grin; his middle child stood before him, eyes wide with abject horror. His tongue flapped inside his mouth in a desperate search for consonants and syllables as he watched the flesh slip from his father’s face like melted wax. The boy staggered backward and sucked down a deep breath before he screamed. The sound that echoed inside his mouth rivaled the approaching hiss of the blistering flames before it was cut short by the sound of multiple doors thrown wide open.

“What the fuck–!?”

“Dad..?! Dad!”

“He lit the fuckin’ house on fire!”

“Get out! Get out!”

Bare feet thumped against the carpet as a herd of young boys scrambled for an exit. One after another, they squeezed into the eldest son’s bedroom, the second oldest driving the door shut with his bare shoulder. Without a word uttered between the six of them, they crowded together in front of a window to peer down at the ground awaiting below. 

“It’s too high,” the youngest whispered.

“It’s our only option,” the eldest replied as he leaned forward. “Lewis, hurry up. You first, then Hugo, then Atticus, then Wesley, and then Elliot. It’s either that or we burn to death.” All five boys gazed upon their eldest brother and then turned their eyes towards the darkness – the sanctuary — that stood suspended before them. The door knob rattled behind them and with a look of unfettered panic, the eldest took hold of his brother and pushed him towards the window. “Now! What the hell are you waiting for!? Go! Go!” 

Lewis swung a leg through the window and shuddered, toes curling against the cool evening air. He glanced at the flames that purled beneath Samson’s door and then hurled himself into the darkness, landing with a muted thud on a bush below. He clutched his side and groaned, writhing against the pine and brambles. “Get up!” Samson shouted from above, arms belted around Hugo’s abdomen whose bare legs swung in the open breeze. “Get up, Lewis! Get up!” 

• • •

“That’ll be $67.55.” 

A pair of dark eyes skimmed the assorted items laid out on a small countertop. “Fuck. Talk about inflation. Here.” A large hand disappeared into the side pocket of a tattered leather jacket to retrieve a handful of bills before depositing them into the impatient hand of the gas station clerk while the other hooked an index finger around the plastic handle of the shopping bag. “Keep the change.” Outside, a van sat idling next to a single petrol pump with the windows rolled down and the exhaust belching one small black cloud after another. “Alright, dipshits, let’s go,” Lewis muttered, wrenching the driver’s side door open and slipping into his seat. He tossed the shopping bag behind him and rolled his eyes at the shared sound of ravenous delight that erupted from deep within Wesley, Elliot, and Atticus. 

The Randolph boys had left Vermont behind them in a blur of severed limbs and rotting viscera. Each one had been held hostage by a brilliant ribbon of moonlight, involuntarily surrendering his humanity for the flat disc of diamond-shaped pupils and sickle-shaped claws. Vermont had not been the first city that they abandoned following the presence of a full moon and it would certainly not be the last.

Hugo reclined in his seat, swung his legs up onto the dashboard, and then folded his broad arms behind his head. “Let’s cast a vote,” he quipped, watching as Lewis shifted the van into drive. “Why don’t we go north for once? Y’know, cross the border to see some wild Canadian geese and eat our weight in poutine? There’s nothing left for us here. We’ve already seen it all.” 

Samson grunted from his spot in the back, dark eyes trained on the scenery that whistled past as Lewis maneuvered the vehicle back onto the freeway. “That sounds like a lovely idea, but there’s only one problem,” he drawled, rapping his knuckles against the frosted glass of the rear window. “We don’t have any passports. We have nothing.”

A melancholy silence descended upon all the occupants in the van and remained unbroken for what remained of their journey until the vehicle rolled to a shuddering stop atop a long bed of gravel. Six pairs of nearly identical eyes peered out through the windshield and stared at the wooden structure that loomed before them. After a moment, Lewis slid out of his seat and onto the uneven ground below, neck straining as he peered up at the sloping roof of the barn house; one by one, his brothers flanked him on either side. 

“Home sweet home,” he muttered. 

Samson nodded, slinging an arm across the top of his brother’s shoulders. “Yeah. For now.” 

SPECIES SPOTLIGHT — WEREWOLVES SUMMARY — Betrayed by their father, six brothers fled their childhood home on the evening of September 28th, 2003. In the dead of night, the Randolph alpha set the house ablaze with the intention of ending his life and the lives of his children. However, his sons escaped the inferno and sought out the help of a nearby neighbour who immediately alerted the authorities. Following the death of their father and the destruction of 8 Springfang Lane, the boys were turned over to their closest living relative, but when she passed away in 2008, the Randolphs were left to fend for themselves. Then, on one fateful night in the summer of 2010, the boys experienced firsthand what their father attempted to purge from them almost a decade prior. Each heir found himself at the mercy of a supernatural and deadly transformation, and after a night of unimaginable horror, the boys took their leave, and have since abandoned every town unfortunate enough to have ever been called home. - - Randolph, 35 [first brother] - - Randolph, 34 [second brother] - - Randolph, 31 [third brother] - - Randolph, 28 [fourth brother] - - Randolph, 26 [fifth brother] - - Randolph, 25 [sixth brother ]

(*) given names have been provided for story-telling purposes.

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[snowstark]

Okay so this just popped into my head cuz im watching the US open but one of the players' coach is acc Nadal's (another tennis player) uncle + coach and my dad was just like his "uncle Tony" and my mind just went to Famous Tennis Coach!Tony and Upcoming Tennis Player!Peter (or Peter could be a ball boy- yes that is what they call them, and there could be non-con or dub-con, all up to u tho!) Its also up to you if Tony is acc Peter's uncle or if Peter just calls him Uncle Tony for some reason (tho he doesn't if u don't want to 😅)

The Best Player (is Always on His Knees)

so i don’t write starkercest but i can definitely work with this & make peter call tony “uncle tony” as a term of endearment!! 👀 i hope you enjoy! sorry it took like a month!! warnings: nff, dirty talk, public BJs, slight feminization READ ON AO3

“Nice shot, Pete!”

Peter beams at the words that Tony shouts across the court. He twirls his racket in his hands triumphantly. “Thanks, Uncle Tony!” he calls back, and jumps into action just in time to crack the ball across the net.

Tony grins at him, his tinted sunglasses reflecting the sunlight. “Always getting distracted after a bit of praise, huh?”

Peter flips him off, but he’s grinning too. It always feels nice to be out practicing on a hot summer day. Tony’s always generous with his compliments, and it does fantastic things for Peter’s confidence. Of course, he’s had the occasional moment where he’s fucked up big time, and got an ear thrashing from Tony. But that’s just how it is, and that’s just how he likes it.

Tony signals for a break by the time the sun is high in the sky. There are beads of sweat trickling down Peter’s forehead, and he wipes it all away with the towel that Tony tosses at him. “Thanks,” he mumbles, and collapses onto the bench, racket clattering to the ground.

Tony passes him a water bottle, and Peter easily chugs half of it before pulling it away to gasp for breath, tossing it aside. Tony watches him, chuckling. “Tired already? How’re you gonna make it to the big game when you pass out after a light workout, huh?”

“That was not light,” Peter huffs back, but he knows Tony’s just teasing. “Besides, you know I’ll make it happen.”

“That’s right.” Tony reaches out and ruffles his sweaty hair without even flinching at the dampness. “Because I’m your coach.”

Peter ducks away from his hand. “Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before,” he responds teasingly with a roll of his eyes. “Famous tennis coach Tony Stark, new and upcoming protégé Peter Parker, it’s all over the news.”

“That’s Uncle Tony to you,” Tony corrects, and there’s a slight edge to his voice that makes Peter’s mouth go dry.

It’s a tone he recognizes far too well.

“Uncle Tony,” he finds himself amending.

He’s not sure when that name came into place—it’s been there for as long as he can remember. It’s how Tony was introduced to him by his father—“say hello to Uncle Tony, Pete”—and it’s what Tony seems to enjoy being called. So, he sticks with it. He’s not an idiot.

And because he’s not an idiot, he doesn’t miss the way Tony’s chest has begun to rise and fall just the tiniest bit more than it did before. He licks his lips, feels Tony’s eyes on him, and he bends to pick up his racket like the little shit he is. He lingers there for longer than necessary before straightening up. “Do you need some water, Uncle Tony?”

Tony grunts and sits down on the bench—that’s a yes.

Peter snags his water bottle from where he’s discarded it on the ground and moves to close the distance between them so he can personally deliver it to Tony, but the man clicks his tongue, making him freeze. “You know better than that. Crawl.”

His voice is deeper now, softer, and it sends a shiver down Peter’s spine. He almost mewls as he gets onto his knees. He awkwardly makes his way over to Tony and presses the water bottle into his hand.

Tony takes it. His legs fall apart the slightest bit, and he reaches out to run his hand through Peter’s hair. It’s heavier this time, less casual, and Peter finds himself between his legs.

Tony’s wearing a pair of shorts and— nothing underneath. Peter can make out the firm outline of his growing bulge, and his mouth waters.

A chuckle from above makes him start. “What, you that desperate?” Tony tugs Peter’s hair, forcing him to look up at him to meet his eyes. “You want it, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Peter mewls, a shudder running through his body. He wants it so bad, wants to feel the weight of his cock in his mouth, wants to feel it hit the back of his throat until tears spring to his eyes. He needs it.

Tony chuckles again, a condescending noise. “You already had it yesterday,” he says consideringly. “You that hungry for my cock, hotshot?”

“Please,” is all that comes out of Peter’s mouth, pleading and whiny.

Tony huffs like he’s annoyed—they both know he’s not—and leans back. “Go on, then. Indulge yourself.”

“Thank you,” Peter breathes, and he dives for it. He gets Tony’s cock out of his shorts fairly quickly, and he spits in his hand before stroking Tony to full hardness. Then, he takes him into his mouth, suckling on the head. His eyes flick up just in time to see Tony’s eyes flutter shut, which only fuels the craving he has for Tony’s approval.

He lets his head bob, cheeks hollowing, and finally, he reaches the hilt of his cock. He swallows around the length of it, feels how heavy it is against his cock, and Tony groans. The grip he has on Peter’s hair tightens before he yanks Peter off, making him whimper.

“Your racket,” Tony says roughly, giving him a small shake. “Haven’t I told you to treat it nicely enough? Can’t just throw it around like that all the time.”

Peter keens. “Sorry,” he whines. “‘m sorry, please—”

“Go pick it up,” Tony says, and Peter’s body moves to obey the command before his mind even processes it.

He scrambles to pick it up from where he’s carelessly left it next to them, and brings it back to Tony questioningly.

“Hold it behind your back,” Tony grunts, and Peter fumbles to obey. He nearly drops it in his haste, but he manages to get situated with the racket held behind him with both of his hands.

“Good boy,” Tony says, and Peter has about a quarter of a second to bask in the praise before Tony pulls him back onto his cock.

He gags, caught off guard, and Tony groans at the feeling of his throat convulsing around him. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he breathes. His tone has taken on a rough, gravelly type of noise, and it only gets Peter’s cock aching more. “‘m gonna fuck your throat, make you take all of it before you go to your interview today.”

Shit. Peter forgot he even had that. His voice was going to be husky by the time they were done.

“Bet no one else would know what’s up with your voice.” Tony fucks into his mouth, his cock hitting the back of his throat rhythmically. “Bet they’d just think you’ve caught a cold. But we both know that’s not true.” He pulls Peter off again, then smacks his dick against Peter’s cheek, making him keen. “We both know it’s because you can’t help but be a filthy little slut. Can’t go a single day without my cock in your mouth.”

Peter does his best to swallow around his length, lavishing his tongue against the underside, and it doesn’t take long for Tony to hiss, “Fuck,” before he comes down Peter’s throat.

Peter takes it like a champ, swallows it all without wasting a single precious drop, and Tony watches him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Then, he allows Peter to pull back. His lips are wet and pink from exertion, and when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is, “Please, Uncle Tony—” His hand flies down to his own aching cock.

“Ah-ah!” Tony’s sharp tone stops his movements, and he nearly sobs. “You think you earned that?”

“Made you come,” Peter whimpers, looking up at him pleadingly.

Tony gives him a patronizing smile. “That was just you thanking me for coaching you, sweetheart.” He chucks Peter under the chin. “Now get up. You’re going to bruise your knees.”

Peter obeys dumbly, rasping, “Do you always make it a habit to fuck your players’ throats?”

Tony gives him a mild look. “Not usually. But most of them don’t need someone to keep their mouths busy like you do.” Peter gapes, and Tony’s grin only grows.

“Next time,” he adds smugly, “We’ll make you wear a skirt. I’ll fuck your pretty ass and make you practice for the game while you’re still dripping; might teach you a thing or two about manners, hm?”

“Yeah,” Peter agrees breathlessly.

“Yeah…?” Tony lifts an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Uncle Tony.” Peter swallows hard. “Yessir.”

Tony smirks and gives his cheek a pat. “Time to get back to practice, pretty boy.”

#starker #ironspider #tony x peter #nff #my fics

[drabbles-mc]

Burnt

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager)

Inspired by Day 16 of the July Prompts: sunscreen

Part 2 can be found Here

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Me? Back at it again with another slice of life fic? It’s more likely than you think! In my head this takes place on the same day as my other SOA Beach Day fic Say Cheese but the stories exist separately from one another. Also, if you’re interested in this pairing you can check out these fics: X X

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“Dad,” she aggressively shoved the bottle of sunscreen into his hand, “Dad just put it on.”

“No,” Tig tossed it over onto the towel, “I’m not putting that on. I don’t need it. I’ll be fine.”

Rolling her eyes, she picked the bottle back up. She squeezed a generous amount onto her hand and then proceeded to slap it onto his chest, “You’re tough but you’re not tougher than the fucking sun. Get over yourself.”

He groaned as he looked down at the mess of lotion that was on him now, “You fucking kidding me, T?”

“Nope,” she shook her head as she rubbed some into her own arms and legs.

Once she was done, she looked around to see who else was close. She loved all the boys in the club, but she would be the first to tell them all when they were being idiots. She was adamant about the whole sunscreen thing ever since they all decided to do a beach day together. The guys had given her shit about it at first, wondering when she became so concerned with those kinds of things, but when it came down to it the last thing they wanted was the pain that came from serious sunburn. So, most of them silently put some on, refusing to make eye contact with each other and acknowledge the situation.

“Kozik!” she called over to the man who was laying out towels for each of them.

His head whipped up, instantly looking over at her, “Yea?”

“You got some on?” she waved the bottle in his direction.

“Let him get burned,” Tig mumbled under his breath as he wiped away the last of the lotion that his daughter had caught him with.

Tawnie ignored the comment, shaking her head slightly as she waited for Kozik’s answer. He made his way over to her, reassuring her that, yes, he had put some on the second they got to the beach. He knew that there was no way she was going to let him get away with anything else, and she was the last person that he wanted to be pissing off.

“Can you get my back?” she asked as she handed him the bottle, pulling her hair out of the way.

“Um,” he could feel Tig’s eyes boring into him, “sure.”

Kozik silently prayed to whatever gods there were that Tig wasn’t going to pick him up and drown him in the ocean. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but he also wondered if that would make things worse. And she must’ve sense the tension, too, because she glanced back over her shoulder and looked at her father, eyebrows raised.

“You want him to get your back too, Dad?” she asked.

Kozik’s entire body froze up as he waited for the fallout. Surprisingly enough, Tig just sighed and shook his head before turning and walking down towards the water, “Those hands go below her shoulders and you’re a fucking dead man, Kozik.”

She chuckled quietly as he finished applying the sunscreen, “He’s full of it. You know that, right?”

“You sound pretty confident but I’m not so sure,” he chuckled as he closed the bottle and tossed it back into her bag.

“If he was going to kill you, he totally would have done it already.”

“That’s…that’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

She laughed as she pressed her palms flat against his chest and pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Just relax. Who knows when we’re going to be able to all have a fun day together.”

“And what are you going to spend your fun day doing? Besides assaulting people with sunblock?”

She gave him a playful shove, “Shut up. I’m gonna go fucking swimming, duh. I haven’t been to the beach in ages,” she paused, tilting her head slightly, “What’re you gonna do?”

“Watch you swim,” a smirk crept across his face.

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing. It’d been an interesting, and slightly bumpy, road for the two of them to get to where they were at now. But she was happy about it, about him. And despite the constant pushback from her father, there was a certain type of ease and comfort that came from being with him. She knew that she wouldn’t have ever been able to be with someone who didn’t understand the type of life she lived, and no one understood it better than a man who was actually SAMCRO. But as she stood there looking at him, smiling with a few streaks of sunscreen still on his cheeks, he was more than just a guy from the MC. She never knew what it felt like to date someone who was your best friend until then.

She snapped herself out of her sappy thoughts with a shake of her head, “Don’t let my dad catch you leering.”

“I thought you said he was full of it?”

“I mean,” she laughed as she skipped off towards the water, “nothing is a hundred percent.”

He shook his head and watched her as she took off to go swim and cause whatever kinds of trouble she could manage to stir up along the way. Being with a Trager was a lot of things, but it was certainly never boring.

The afternoon sun was beating down on all of them. Most of them had found their way back to their chairs and towels and started digging into the food and drinks that they had brought with them. Tawnie was camped out on her towel, watching the volleyball game that was happening. Her father and Opie were pitted against Jax and Kozik, and to all of their credit it was shaping up to be a pretty competitive game. But she did notice the fact that Tig’s shoulders were getting redder and redder as the minutes went by—clearly he hadn’t put any extra sunscreen on except what she had forced on him. She shook her head silently, a smug smile creeping across her face. He’d have to learn the hard way, the way that he did with most things.

“Game point!” she called out before taking a sip of her beer.

“Better win this one for your girl, Kozik,” Jax quipped with a laugh.

She chuckled but she could see it on her father’s face that he was not at all amused by the comment. He dove, saving the ball from hitting the sand. There was now a new level of determination and desire to win. He never wanted Kozik to win at anything, but now there was an extra layer on top of it all.

The four of them were going back and forth for a while. Tawnie sat back, unable to hide the fact that she was incredibly impressed by them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Kozik jump up, spiking the ball down onto the other side of the net with an incredible amount of force. She couldn’t contain her laughter as she started clapping.

“Way to bring it home!” she beamed over at him.

“Lucky shot,” Tig said, already shaking his head.

Despite the tension that had been present during the game, once it was over everything went back to business as usual, which Tawnie was incredibly thankful for.

Tig was walking ahead, talking to Jax and Opie while she hung back with Kozik. She slipped her hand into his as they walked, smiles on both of their faces.

“You think it’s alright that I didn’t let him win?” he asked with a smirk.

She laughed, nodding, “It’s good for him. I’m thinking of it as karma for not using sunblock.”

“I think the blisters that are gonna be on his shoulders tomorrow will be karma enough.”

“Maybe,” she laughed, leaning against his side.

He glanced down at her, admiring her still-damp hair and the little patches of sand that were still stuck to parts of her stomach and arms. She looked so at home at the beach, and he had never felt more at home than when he felt her pressed up against his side.

“We should do this shit more often,” he said as they walked along the shore, waves lapping at their feet.

“Yea, well,” she chuckled, “When you guys take a break from your life of crime, we can do big family beach days whenever you want.”

“I’ll bring it up in church next time.”

She laughed, “Well,” she lifted their interlocked hands and kissed his knuckles, “you gotta let me know how that conversation goes.”

“If I live through it, you’ll be the first to know,” he smiled as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

The sound of Tig’s voice cut through the softness of their moment, “Hey! I said no hands below the shoulders!”

#soa #soa imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x oc #herman kozik x oc #oc tawnie #oc tawnie trager #my writing #july prompts #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[mossy-covered-bones]

Ectoberhaunt Day 9: Mask

WC: 774

Warnings: weapons, threats, referenced death, identity reveal

Ao3

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“Stop right there, ghost!”

Phantom sighed, glancing over in her direction. “Seriously? Can’t I have just one day without someone trying to kill me?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to end you, ghost?” Valerie leveled her ectogun at him, staring down the sights. “You’re a menace.”

The ghost just rolled his eyes and blinked out of existence.

Valerie switched her face plate to the thermal setting, head swiveling to search for her target.

There, a blue streak heading towards the center of town.

She shifted her stance a little wider and leaned forward, the board under her jolting into motion, zipping after Phantom.

Valerie took aim at the ghost, firing off a few shots.

He rolled out of the way of the beams, invisibility dropping.

She cursed under her breath. She’d need to subdue him somehow, keep him from outmaneuvering her.

They were over the business district now, people practically swarming the streets below them. That ruled out any sort of damaging methods.

Valerie switched weapons.

She fired twice, just a little off to each side of her target.

Phantom dodged the first, careening directly into the second charge.

A net wrapped around his leg, and Phantom dropped like a stone.

He crashed into the roof of a building, rolling to a stop just a few feet from the edge.

Valerie let out a triumphant shout. She angled her board down towards the roof.

She hopped off her board, switching back to her initial weapon as she made a beeline for the downed ghost.

He was struggling to get the net off, frantically glancing between it and her.

“You like my new weapon?” Valerie cooed, lifting her ectogun. “It’s designed to destabilize cores. With your powers cut off because of that net, you’ll just fall right apart.”

Phantom’s hands stilled, his eyes settling on her weapon. Something in his eyes hardened, and he pushed himself to his feet.

He moved faster than Valerie could react, pulling her closer to the edge of the roof, one hand keeping her from falling off the ledge and the other wrapped around the edge of her faceplate. “I won’t destabilize immediately, Red. You shoot me with that and I’ll demask you in front of everyone here.” He nodded at the people gathered on the street below, stopping to watch the fight between Phantom and the Red Huntress.

Valerie could live with getting exposed, if it meant finally ending Phantom for all he had done to her.

She pressed the weapon to his chest. “Fuck you.”

The next few seconds went by in a flash. Valerie pulled the trigger, Phantom tore off her mask, fingers slipping from the front of her suit and letting her drop over the edge, Valerie catching herself on her hoverboard, one hand over her face to hide her identity from the civilians nearby, her flying back up in sight of Phantom just in time to see ectoplasm melt away, leaving human flesh, Danny Fenton staring back at her with fear and pain written across his face.

Valerie let her hand fall. “Danny? How are you… you’re Phantom?”

Danny winced, nodding. Bright green ectoplasm was starting to leak from his nose.

“Shit, I hurt you! I just tried to kill you!”

“It would’ve worked, if I was a full ghost,” Danny mumbled.

She looked him over. “You’re alive, though, how could you possibly be Phantom?” She pursed her lips. “Why did you get my dad fired?”

“It wasn’t my dog,” he shot back. “And it’s a long story. Could you pass me some charges from one of your ectoguns? I need ectoplasm to restabilize my core first.”

Valerie fumbled the cartridge out of her gun, tossing it to him. It struck her how quickly she’d come to trust her enemy, but… it was Danny. She could have killed him. Killed him again? Oh, God, did that mean Danny was dead?

He swallowed the rest of the ectoplasm in the cartridge she’d given him, wincing. “Oh, that’s always disgusting.” His eyes looked a little more green than usual as he glanced up at Valerie. “I’ll give you an explanation if you promise not to try and kill me.”

He glowed white for a second, and then Phantom was standing in his place.

Valerie’s hand twitched towards her weapons. She forced it to still. “Okay.” She was so, so confused. “I’m… I’m sorry for trying to end you.”

“And I’m sorry for taking your mask.” He held the faceplate back out to her. “C’mon, let’s go somewhere a little less populated.”

Valerie carefully popped the plate back into its setting, hopping onto her board to follow after Phantom.

#ectober month #ectober month 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectoberhaunt treat #sev writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #Valerie gray

[kopikokun]

(Don't) Tell Me More༄ m.taeil

↳ Taeil's loaded, and that's a severe understatement. So, what on earth is this rich kid doing cleaning pools every Sunday? Looking for love, of course, and a little help with rubbing sunscreen on his back. Ultraviolet protection's a must; it's getting real hot in here.

pairing: (secret rich kid) pool boy!taeil x gn rich kid!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning(s): the suggestive bit is the unaddressed tension, and the one joke about bad porn taeil makes. overall, just the ~vibes~ haha

word count: 2153 words

author's note: i got... carried away. no worries, the starved taeil fans deserve a meal. idk how many years it'll take for the next one. also, please notify me if i accidentally used any gendered language. i’ve checked multiple times, but i’m human, and would sincerely appreciate if you pointed out any of my mistakes or even offered feedback ♡

☆༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: do i wanna know (arctic monkeys) ✧ head over heels (loveleo) ✧ honey (moxie) ✧ dance with me (sir, please) ✧ doubt (hippo campus) ✧ heat waves (glass animals)

← BACK TO NAVI.

Labour isn’t Taeil’s forte. Born with a gold spoon between his lips, and six digits in his bank account at five, he’s lived a life beyond lavish.

Fridays are reserved for piano lessons and tennis, Saturdays for buttering up his father’s potential clients in country clubs, and Sundays for swimming in the five meter deep pool in his backyard. Well, at least, Sundays used to be.

Taeil’s plenty passionate about swimming–freestyle, backstroke, butterfly–but about cleaning swimming pools? Not so much.

So, why is he spending every Sunday afternoon sweaty, swathed in sunscreen, and despairing over chemical imbalances? The answer is simple, and lazing on a deck chair at this very moment: you.

You’re new–courtesy of the raise in your father’s already outrageous salary–and when Taeil first lay his eyes upon you at the park, he was enamoured. He’d actually tripped on a root in his trance, and you’d crouched beside him to ask whether he was alright. Humiliated, he’d silently hobbled after as you lead him to a bench. You’d nursed the wound he hadn’t realised he’d sustained as best you could: rinsing and dabbing it dry.

“I’ll walk you home,” he’d said. “A token of appreciation, if you will.”

You’d accepted his token. The walk wasn’t far, but it was likely because you made for such good company. Taeil would be engrossed even if you droned on about cheese for an hour, which coincidentally, is exactly what Mr. Liu’s monologue had entailed the month before. That conversation had bored him half to death however.

It felt too quick; your estate was already looming over him, auguring the end of your encounter when he’d finally recovered from his ignominy. Desperate for more, Taeil had blurted out the first thing in sight: your pool. That’s why you’d mentioned your dad needing a pool cleaner every weekend, and how, despite being clueless in the department, Taeil had wholeheartedly offered himself. You’d been elated, beaming, over the moon. How could he say no?

It had seemed appealing in the moment, but his train of thought had been superficial. Turns out, those mass-produced specially-targeted summer chick-flicks were lying! Who would’ve guessed? Pool boying was not just flaunting your washboard abs and bulging biceps as you netted a few leaves. Oh no. The first few test cleans Taeil had done with his pool… well, it became off limits for a week. And an actual expert had to be hired. Those gritty aspects aren’t the most marketable, or inherently sexy, so Taeil supposes the chick-flick deceits are partially excused.

But back to what matters: you. Your–how should he put it?–spunk, hadn’t been anticipated. Not an ounce of that pretentious reticence the local wealthy feel entitled to prevails in you. It’s refreshing. You’re adrenaline personified. Just your presence has Taeil’s heart palpitating. Since he’d been hired, every week has been more fleeting glances, yearning touches, puckish banter. And last week… well, there’s no time for that, because now you’re beckoning him over, your hand wrapped around a tube of sunscreen. Taeil prances to you, complaisant.

“Sit,” you urge, dragging a wicker stool in front of you. “You’re done for today, right?”

“Yeah, water didn’t need treatment this week. Just skimmed the surface for debris.” Taeil hesitates. He feels awkward after last week, when he’d kissed you. Yes, kissed you. You haven’t said a word about it since, and there’s no way in hell he’s doing it first. “But, it’s okay. I’m gonna go soon.”

“Aww, please, Taeil? Sit?” You pat the chair and smile, eyelashes glinting in the sun. That’s all it takes for Taeil to succumb, the rattan crackling beneath his weight. Your fingers graze his arm. “It’s a hot day, huh? A swim would be nice.”

His eyebrows crease. "Sorry, were you waiting?"

“No, no, it’s fine.” You tilt your head. “But…”

“What?”

“Do you want to go swimming with me?”

Taeil fists the material of his swim shorts, spine erect. The fabric crinkles. Whether he wants to what? “Oh, uh, well, I don’t wanna intrude. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t be happy about me swimming in their pool.”

The heat of your body seeps into his skin as your arms coil around his. “They don’t mind, and if they did, they’re not home to say so.”

This feels like the start of a trashy porn. Taeil flushes. “Oh.”

“So? What do you say?”

His adam’s apple buoys. “Sure. Wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Exactly.” The sunscreen’s cap clacks open. “Here, you gotta reapply more.” Taeil extends his palm, and you squeeze some into it.

He deliberates his next move. It’s difficult to think when you’re gazing at him like that, lashes batting and lips curled into a demure smile. “You don’t mind if I”–he rubs his nape with a free hand–“uh, take off my shirt, right? I don’t wanna dirty your pool.”

“Sure! I definitely wouldn’t mind, so long as you’re okay with it.” You tuck your knees to your chest. “Why? Do you want me to look away?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t making you uncomfortable.” Taeil’s going to pass out, he’s betting money on it.

He doesn’t, but he does glow incandescent when he strips himself of his clammy shirt. The humid air only exacerbates his feverish blush.

Growing up, Taeil’s parents always emphasised presentability, and he’s nothing if not presentable. He’s proud of his physique, diligently maintaining it with rigorous exercise, and sure, he’s had a few self-conscious blips, but they’re transient. Taeil knows he’s attractive, yet under your keen eye, he rubs sunscreen–on his neck, chest, and abdomen–hunched forward.

“Do you need help?” You peer over his shoulder, wagging the aquamarine bottle like bait. “With your back. You know, for the spots you can’t reach?”

You’ll be the death of him. You’re going to kill him, but he honestly wouldn’t mind that. Taeil’s never had any ‘spots he can’t reach’, but, “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

Your fingers are ridiculously delicate, like you’re weaving gossamer across his back–sunscreen webs, if that’s a thing. Taeil’s sure someone would pay grotesquely for that. Mr. Liu would.

Neither of you speak, only the sound of skin against skin drifting alongside the scent of coconut oil and cocoa butter. At one point, your nails unintentionally trail his back, and Taeil shivers.

His body tingles with the vestige of your touch, and when he assumes you’re done, you stun him with a good, hard, satisfying squeeze to his shoulders; the ones twined rigid from graft. Taeil actually groans in relief, which had probably stunned you. Or maybe that’s what you were hoping for.

Internally, he’s broiling in mortification, but externally, his shoulders slacken, his head hangs forward, and his exhales are long and grateful. It’s embarrassing. For crying out loud, he has his own professional masseuse, yet when it’s you doing it–yeah, he needn’t elaborate further. He’s gushed about you enough.

“Feels nice, right?”

“God, yeah, it feels”–a particularly forceful squeeze elicits another groan from him–“good. Do you have any experience? You’re amazing at this.”

“Just my dad. When I was younger he used to pay me to massage his shoulders after work,” you say, fingers miraculously knowing exactly which muscle to knead at what intensity. Is this what heaven feels like? “Well, there was also the massage course I signed up for a few years ago.”

“Well”–another sigh–“it definitely paid off.”

“It better have, given how pricey it was.” Your lilt is roguish, and it sounds like you’re enjoying this as much as Taeil is.

He wants to die like this, but you’re already standing, and stretching your arms overhead before he can really soak the sensation in.

“Let’s go for that swim, huh?”

“Uh,” Taeil blinks, dazed, “yeah.”

He trails after you, facing away when you lower yourself into the water without qualms. Duh, it’s your pool. Why would you have scruples about swimming in your pool? Taeil, on the other hand, dithers, because it’s not his pool, and he can’t help but fret that your parents could walk in on you swimming with the pool boy.

“Hurry up! A little water’s not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not scared of the water,” he says, staring pointedly at you. He’s never felt so vehemently for someone before, and you’re so… unpredictable. It’s invigorating. It’s terrifying. Do you like him, or are you just bored?

He ventures as far as sitting on the edge of the pool’s deck, where water kisses concrete. His legs dangle, acclimating to both the temperature, and the reality that he really is about to jump into his employer’s pool. The water is cold, caressing his leg as you wade closer to stand between his knees. Your eyes sweep over him. Taeil’s stomach coils. He hopes you like what you see.

“You okay?” you ask, hand over his right knee. It’s freezing. “You look a little flushed.”

Your hand crawls further up his leg. “Yeah,” he scoffs, “I wonder why.”

“Aw, don’t be shy,” you grin, upturning your palms and offering them to him. “Come on.”

Taeil should’ve thought your motives through, but how could he have denied your invitation? He’s still a guy, and well, it’s you. Regardless, he should’ve scrounged up some semblance of prudence because it was blatant what you’d needed his hands for. To pull him under. Literally.

The tug is harsh and efficient, jolting him forward into the polar depths before he can object. Taeil’s not thinking straight–the stark contrast in temperatures pummel his rationality–so he grabs the closest thing he can: you. It’s reckless of him, given the two of you are in the deep end and he could drown you. But risks evade his psyche as he loops his arms around your waist, your body pressing into his. Fortunately, he won’t be facing charges anytime soon because you do resurface, still in his arms, and strangely, you’re not pissed, you’re laughing. Laughing so hard your head’s thrown back, and your body trembles. It’s not funny–you could’ve died for God’s sake–but Taeil feels a rumble course through him; a chuckle, a giggle, a laugh. Now, he’s laughing too, though there’s nothing funny about this. He’s laughing because you’re laughing, and that’s enough of a reason for him.

“Are you okay?” you finally say, titters dissolving into a faint smile. “That was mean of me, sorry.”

Your face is inches from his, so Taeil’s voice shrinks. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry I grabbed onto you though. And, oh, uh”–he starts loosening his grip of you–“sorry I–”

"No, wait.” This time, it’s your arms curling around him. “It’s fine. I don’t mind this. It feels… nice.”

“Yeah… it - it does.”

The water laps at his sternum, and Taeil takes his chances by nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You let him, though neither of you know each other enough for this kind of intimacy. Maybe that’s why he’s so enthralled by you. Hell, you don’t even know he’s the son of some rich socialite. To you, he’s just the pool boy. Maybe that’s why you’re playing along with him. Because there’s something exhilarating about chasing something you shouldn’t when you’ve never had to run before. Because there’s a thrill in pain when you’re unscathed. Because when you’re someone like you and Taeil, mistakes can be afforded. Anyway, what does Taeil know of pain? In fact, what does he know of you to think this? It isn’t like he knows what your intentions are with him. You’re unpredictable. That’s your whole schtick. It’s funny, because Taeil knows your pool’s pH levels better than you.

Your fingers scrape into his sopping hair.

Or maybe he likes you for you. Maybe he likes what little of you he does know. So, does he want to know more?

“What do you think of me?” he murmurs against your skin.

“You’re fun.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, then, what do you think of me?”

Taeil lifts his head from your shoulder, the strength of his embrace withering. “Honestly, I don’t really know.”

You grin. “See? It’s hard to put into words, right?”

“I guess,” he smiles. You make it sound nice that you don’t know him. You make it sound like there’s just too much that you can’t express it. Maybe that’s what’s happening right now. Maybe there’s just too much Taeil likes about you to comprehend, so he thinks there’s nothing he really likes about you at all.

“You’re funny, Taeil.”

He isn’t. “Thanks.”

Taeil’s unsure how much time passes; long enough that the water’s gone tepid at least.

“Do you… like me?” he asks. Maybe if he hears you say yes, he’ll know what all the things he adores about you are.

There’s a pause.

“You’re fun, right?” you ask, thumbing a rivulet from his cheek.

“Yeah, I’ve been told I am.”

“Then, yes.” Your lips brush his. “I like you, Taeil.”

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[nesgoddessofdeath]

Winter Song: A Nessian Solstice Tale

Written for the amazing @leiawritesstories​ as an ACOTAR Secret Santa gift. Enjoy! This is my first fanfiction ever!! I hope you have a great Holiday and a Happy New Year!!

Word Count: 6,150

Warnings: Sweetness overload xD. A Fluff tale. 

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Cassian grimaced as he strode across the field on the outskirts of Velaris. 

“Come on Ladies!!! Offense!”

This was Cassian’s first year coaching Illyrian Footy, and this was their first scrimmage against Azriel’s team of Illyrian warriors. The snow had not fallen yet in Velaris, a blessing in disguise. Cassian’s team of little Valkyries have been training for months and were prepared to play under any condition. He had a bet going with Azriel, confident that his girls could beat them. So far they were tied, and this play could change the outcome of the game.

His daughter Eden had been practicing diligently all summer and was prepared for any challenge. She ran down the field kicking the ball as she practiced some of her footwork. She glanced back at her father briefly and smiled, dribbling towards her number one rival, her cousin Nyx.  Dribbling the ball for Eden was like a dance, as she utilized her surroundings to her advantage. Behind Nyx, her best friend Leah was ready to receive the ball and was a short distance away from the goal. Charging Nyx, she shifted her feet, and kicked the ball towards Leah, using the momentum of the wet grass to slide. Leah grinned and took the ball, heading towards the goal.

From the distance, Azriel shouted,. “Nyx! Get the--” and without warning, Leah kicked with all of her strength, and the ball shot into the far left of the goal, hitting the back of the net. The crowd erupted in cheers from across the field as some parents showed their support while others were groaning in disappointment.

Beaming with pride, Cassian clapped his hands together as he took the field, “Great work ladies! Let’s line up!”

As they lined up, he gave them each a high five, and winked at Eden and his daughter Brenna, who  had just joined the team. With Cassian in the back, they walked towards the opposing team, and in a show of sportsmanship gave them all high fives, thanking them for a good game.

When Cass got to Az, he hugged him and chuckled. “If you ever need a guest coach to help with some of those techniques, let me know.”

Az’s eyes narrowed, a glare forming on his brow piercing into Cass’ stare,. “You know, if there were not any little ones with big ears here, I’d have some creative language and gestures for you. I can’t wait to take this out on you in the ring.”

Cassian grinned. “Oh, I bet. I’ll go easy on you, give you a fighting chance.” He ribbed Az with his elbow. “Just add our victory to the tally of drinks you owe me at Rita’s and we’ll call it fair. See you tomorrow at the river house for Winter Solstice, brother!”

Cass waved at Rhys and Feyre as they were picking up Nyx, and turned back to his team to finish his coaching duties from the game. After making sure they had their post-game snacks of apples and sandwiches, he waited until all of the girls were picked up by their parents, until only Brenna and Eden remained.

“Girls, come here,” Cass said, squatting down and opening his arms to hug them both. “ I am so proud of you, great game today. How about we wash up, then we can go shopping in Velaris with Freya and Aria. I need help getting something special for your mother this year for Winter Solstice.”

Brenna and Eden’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds like fun Dad!” Brenna said, grasping his hand tightly as Cassian stood up.

He towers over his girls, but always melts when they ask for anything. As Cass bends down to pick up Eden and put her on his shoulders, she adoringly gazes back at him and asks, “Maybe we can get some hot chocolate once we are done shopping, Daddy?” Her big blue eyes were like saucers as he rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “Just like your mother with making bargains. Alright, hot chocolate after we finish shopping.” The girls cheer as Cassian laughs, and takes Eden in his arms.

He glances over at Brenna, “Do you want to practice flying?” Brenna’s eyes widened with anxious excitement.

She bit her nails, contemplating it for a bit, then raised her chin. “Let’s fly.”

Cassian’s heart filled with pride at how determined she was. Gods, the expressions they make are exactly like Nes’. With another on the way, he thought there was no way he could be happier.

Observing Cass as his wings outstretched, Brenna began to stretch her own wings and they both slowly began to rise off of the ground. She was shaky at first, but quickly gained her balance and momentum. Cass held onto Brenna and Eden in his hands and then they flew back to the House of the Wind to meet with the rest of the family.

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“Aria. I need you to stand still.” Nesta said patiently as she was desperately trying to braid Aria’s hair into an intricate design. Aria’s constant squirming and struggling was making Nesta’s job very difficult - particularly as tears of pain streamed down over her daughter’s face.The Valkyrie leader sighed and thought to herself, no matter how long she practiced her breathing exercises, nothing was going to prepare her for four girls.

Throwing up her hands in frustration, she spun Aria around and cupped her daughter’s face in her hands. She lovingly  gazed into her daughter’s round hazel eyes, and spoke in a firm tone. “My fighter, you are stronger than this. I know the braid is tight, but you will look beautiful. I will try to go lighter, but you need to be strong, ok?”

Aria thought about what her mother said, and pouted her lower lip, further melting the witch’s heart. “Ok, Momma.”

Smiling softly, Nesta leans forward to kiss her forehead. Almost at the same time, Nesta’s eyes widen as she felt a kick in her swollen tummy, blooming with life. “Gods, cauldron boil me.  Let’s finish this up, and I will read you and Freya a story, for being so brave. Hot Chocolate included.”

Aria nods enthusiastically and spins herself around at this idea. “Ok!”

Nesta had a big surprise for her mate this year. After visiting Madja yesterday, she was brimming with excitement. They were going to have a boy. She was never great at selecting gifts for Winter Solstice, but Nesta wanted to make this one special. After her appointment with Madja that week, she went to Velaris to his favorite shop, Embers and Ashes. There was a longsword in the window she knew he had been looking at when they took the girls to see Rhys and Feyre last. It was beautiful, the grip was red, matching his siphons. The blade itself was black, with the fuller a deep red as well. The blacksmith gave her an option of engraving words or symbols into the guard. Touched, she had all of their names engraved, with a space for their new addition to the family. The scabbard was the signature black of the night court, with the inner circle names embroidered along the length in a starlight thread, rare in Velaris.

As Nesta finished up Aria’s hair, she pinned her daughter’s braid up into a beautiful crown, and spun her around. The house must have heard their conversation, and three glasses of hot chocolate appeared, with a slice of chocolate cake. Her other daughter, Freya, who was supposed to be taking a nap in her parents’ bed, was building a fort for her stuffed bears instead; giving them commands to attack the invisible forces that were a threat. Cassian always adored Freya when she was in the room. She has her mother’s stormy blue eyes mixed with his raven black hair, not to mention his personality.

As Nesta handed Aria her hot chocolate, she looked over at Freya and grimaced. “Well. Your father will be cleaning this up, so he can see your work, general.” Walking over to the bed, she helped Freya off of the bed, and gestured towards the library.

Nesta turned her head towards Aria, “Please lead your sister to the library, and I will bring the rest of the hot chocolate. I am sure the House can transport the cake.” She stared up with a pleading look. As the girls ran down the hallway, sighed, shaking her head as she walked back to grab the hot chocolate, and waddled toward the library slowly, exhausted from the morning.

She cradled her stomach, and saw her two girls in the middle of the library sitting on the couch, with a book ready for her to read. Nesta sat next to both of her girls and handed Freya her hot chocolate, placing her own cup on the table. She opened up the book smiling, and began to read to them. The house turned on the fireplace to further illuminate the room, the bright warm colors battling the white snow that began to fall outside.

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A frigid breeze hit Cassian as he held Eden tighter against his chest to keep her warm. He shot a glanceover at Brenna, who had a large grin on her face, as she flew alongside him. That is when he felt it. A few snowflakes slowly started to hit his face as they approached Velaris, where they saw the House of Wind, their home. Brenna laughed as she raised her hand, and caught some of the snowfall.

Smiling broadly, Cass called out to Brenna and gestured towards their home. “Brenna, we are going to land over there. Remember what I taught you? Keep your legs loose but strong, and be gentle. As we approach, watch me. If you struggle, I will catch you.”

Approaching the main area of the house, he gestures to Brenna to wait as he stretches out his wing, and glides in, landing lightly on his feet. Placing Eden down gently, she begins to jump up and down, clapping and cheering on her sister.

With the mindset of a General, Cassian locks his eyes with Brenna’s.

“Ok, now!”

Brenna’s hazel eyes lit up as she bit her lower lip, intensely focused as she shakily glides in. She hovered over where she wanted to land briefly, but wanted to make her father proud. Slowly, she lands, and smiles, her hands on her hips as she tucks a lock of her light brown hair behind her ear.

Cassian unfolds his arms and lifts her chin with his finger, a smile slowly forming across his face. “Well done, sweetheart. We should practice gliding a little bit more but that was really good.” He then turns to face the house as the girls tuck their hands neatly in each of his as they enter the house.

When they opened the doors, the house was warm. Cass helped his girls and brushed the freshly fallen snow off of their shoulders and took their Illyrian footy shoes off.

“Alright ladies, before we go, you need to freshen up. I am sure the house has started your baths, and will help you. Your mom will come check on you if you need help. Leave your doors open so if you need anything you can call out to us. The sooner you are done, the sooner we can go on our adventure.”

Before he could finish, the girls ran down the hallway.

“Do NOT forget to dress warm!”  Sighing, he took off his boots and his jacket, running his hand through his dark hair. He tugged on the bond, and did not find it responsive. Worried, he furrowed his eyebrows together and strode down the hallway to find Nes.

The hallway was illuminated by faerie lights as Cassian started to approach the hallway towards their bedchamber. He stopped abruptly when he saw the doors to the library open. Raising an eyebrow he walked in, noticing the fireplace on. The scene before him warmed his heart. Fifty years ago he would never have thought he would be at this stage of his life. Mated with a fierce, beautiful, independent Valkyrie with fire in her soul, and four, soon to be five, children. Aria was trying to read to Freya, who was engaged in whatever story was being told, and Nesta was asleep, her hand daintily laid on the top of her stomach. He walked into the frame of the door, and tapping lightly, puts his finger to his lips as his girls look up, and gestures towards Nesta.

Aria and Freya run towards him as he scoops them in his arms, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. Speaking low, he whispers, “Go change, we are going to Velaris to shop for your mom for Winter Solstice. Dress warm, when you are ready, go to Brenna’s room.”

They jump up and down as Cassian signals for them to be quiet and they run down the hallway towards their rooms.

Chuckling, he shakes his head walks quietly into the room, and approaches the couch.

He leans in and kisses her lips tenderly, bringing his hand to her stomach. Nesta’s eyes flutter open as she leans into the kiss, cradling his face in her hands. Smiling, she mumbles, “You’re back. I assume you want to take the girls to run errands.”

She yawned and stretched her back, “Aria and Freya are ready, they just need to dress warmly. It’s snowing.” Nesta smiles lazily and gazes up at Cassian, looking over him to make sure he was ok.

He chuckles and folds his arms. “Nes, I am fully capable of handling our daughters. “

Nestas eyes roll and she smirks, “Ah. And what happened last time? Oh yes. The living room was destroyed with paint from you, Feyre, and the girls deciding to have a paint party. The canvases untouched.”

Cassian scoffs, “That happened ONE time. We have serious business to take care of today, and need to go to Velaris.”

Nesta tilts her head curiously. “Oh? What for? Do you need help–”

He raises his hand, anticipating this, “NO. You need to rest. With the Valkyrie training still with Emerie and Gwyn that you are refusing to give up, and watching the girls, you need to relax. Not just for you.” He gestures toward her stomach. “For our new warrior.”

She giggles and lets out a single breath of annoyance. “Alright, Alright… I can take care of myself, you know.” Nesta struggles to stand up as Cassian leans in to help her. She throws her hand up, insistent that she do this and shakily stands up and straightens her amethyst colored dress. Lifting her chin as Cassian curses in frustration and folds his arms against his chest. Amused, she smiles and asks, “How did Illyrian Footy go?”

Cassian’s eyes lit up. “We won. Az needs to add to my tab of drinks he owes me. Brenna did amazing, Eden is still learning. This break will be good for them. All of the girls have been working so hard.” His eyes wander down towards Nesta’s chest, then met her eyes as he crooned. “I think you need to rest and go to bed before I ravage you right here.”

Without warning, Cassian leans in and lifts her, putting his arm under her legs and supporting her back. He walks her out of the room as she squeals, nuzzling his neck.  “If I sleep, what is my reward?” She purred.

“You will have to be patient and find out later, Archeron.”

Nesta laughs as Cassian approaches their bedchamber, opening the room to find their bed filled with pillows piled on top of each other. He sighed, “Freya?”

Nesta grinned. “Who else? She wanted you to inspect her fort.”

Rolling his eyes, Cassian says under his breath “ Of course she did.” Placing Nesta down on her feet, he gestures toward their chair and commands, “Sit.”

Raising her chin and narrowing her eyes on Cassian as she sat down, she was annoyed at being given orders. Glancing over at the bed, he put the pillows on the side, some falling to the floor, he lifted the comforter allowing,  Nesta to get in easily.

“I know you probably have a lot to do today, but please sleep for me.” Cassian remarked as he glanced over at her with a pleading look in his eyes.

Sighing and yawning, further proving Cassian’s point, she rose from the chair, and crawled into the bed. As her head leaned on to the pillow she groggily retorted, “Fine, I will sleep for a little, but there is a lot to do.”

Cassian leaned in, “There is always a lot to do. We will be back tonight.” He kissed her, nibbling her lower lip as a moan escaped her. Chuckling, he steps back and walks over to the bathroom to wash up and change his clothes. When he came out , he was in a black sweater, dark olive green pants, and thick socks for his boots. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Nesta deeply asleep, wrapped around a pillow. He tied up his hair halfway, and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek one last time, and walked towards the door. Stopping, he turns around to look back at her and softly says, “I love you,” as he closes the door, and walks down the hallway to check on their girls.

He approaches Brenna’s room and knocks lightly, “Are you ladies ready?”

Overhearing chatter behind the door he opens the door tentatively and knocks on the door’s frame. The girls always managed to end up in Brenna’s room together. They were fierce when they fought with each other, but were also very close, which was heartwarming to him. Freya and Aria were jumping on the bed. Brenna and Eden were brushing their hair.

Cassian strides into the room, and grabs one of his leather ties. “Eden, do you need any help?” Eden spots the leather tie and she squeals with excitement. She always loved her hair up with a tie from her father. Cassian walks over and asks for the brush, finishing up her hair. He was not confident in his abilities when working on his girls’ hairstyles, but he had been practicing, and Eden is more than happy to oblige most of the time. He put her hair at the top of her head, and twisted it into a bun.

He put his hands on his hips as Eden jumps around and hugs him “Thank you Dad!”

Cass grins, “Thank YOU Eden for letting me practice.”  

Eden then squeals and runs behind him, towards Aria and Freya. Cassian notices that Brenna was ready, and everyone was dressed for the cold weather. He strides over to the center of the room, to gather the girls.

“Alright, let’s go get our coats and gloves. Eden, I need you to remain inside as I take Freya and Aria down, and will come and get you after.” Eden nods as Cassian opens the door, slowly ushering them out. They run down the hallway towards the front door, and grab their coats, hats and gloves, and start to put their boots on. Cassian trails behind them, and puts on his coat, hat and gloves.

“Brenna, I need you to watch your sister’s carefully within the gate at the bottom of the stairs as I get Eden. Ladies! Like we have practiced.”

All of the girls nod and stand in a line. Cassian straightens his back and walks up and down, making sure the girls are bundled up, his eyes light up with amusement and pride. “Alright let’s go.”

Scooping up Freya and Aria in his arms as they clung tight to him, they head outside. Brenna, more confident in her flying abilities, began to stretch her wings and move them up and down, hovering slightly above the ground. She slowly gains momentum and glides down towards the front gate at the bottom of the stairs. Cassian follows while carrying  Freya and Aria, and drops them off with Brenna. While heading back to get Freya, he grabs the key to the gate and returns to meet the rest of the girls at the bottom and then proceeds to unlock the gates as they step onto the streets of Velaris.

Some time later, Nesta woke up to warm candlelight and her comforter wrapped around her. She opens her eyes  and sits up, stretching her lower back. The house was very quiet, only the sound of the crackling of the fireplace there to keep her company. Realizing this was her perfect opportunity to get some decorating done and gifts wrapped, she hops out of bed, and grabs a warm black shawl that was on the chair in their room. She lifts it to her nose, and smiles. It smells like Cassian. Wanting to be near him, she wraps the shawl around herself and opens the door to step out into the hallway. Her eyes widen, realizing her plan.

Quickening her pace, she heads towards the main hall, calling out to the house, “Alright, I need your help. Do you remember the plan? We need to get to work before Cass and the girls get home.” Putting her hands on her hips, she began working with the house on the surprise for her family.

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The streets of Velaris were bustling with life, many fae embracing the Holiday season and shopping for their friends and loved ones. The snow was settling upon the rooftops of the various shops along the Sidhra sparkling against the light from the various lamp posts along the main path. A vendor was selling roasted chestnuts on the corner, the smell wafting towards Cassian and his family.

Freya squeals as she points to the vendor and gazes up at Cassian giving him a pleading look. Cassian sighs and picks her up. “How can I resist that face.” Rubbing his nose against Freya’s who squealed in delight, touching his face with her hands. Laughing, he put his daughter down, and gathered all of his girls together towards the vendor, buying some for his girls.

As they continued to walk down the main street, Cassian pulls out a list from his pocket of the gifts he had planned for Nesta. Both he and Nesta already finished the shopping for the girls, and the House was successful in hiding the gifts from them. They went through the various shops, and found some of the items, including a book recommended by Gwyn and Emerie, some new candles that smell like musk and pine, which made Cassian chuckle to himself. Now every time Nes will read one of her romance novels, she will light a candle that will smell of her mate. The other items Cassian had pre-wrapped. The girls did not need to see the undergarments that he picked out for their mom, especially since they were recommended by Rhys. Cassian was grateful he grabbed his large travel back to store all of these gifts in, since it was going to be a long trip back to the house of Wind. He carefully put the bag over his shoulder, as they arrived at the last shop.

There was a little shop on the corner with music flowing out of its doors and the girls rush inside. Chuckling, Cassian steps into the warmth of the shop, and is immediately surrounded by faerie lighting.

The shop was decorated for the holidays, red poinsettias and garland lined the walls, from the entrance to the exit. Brenna was immediately drawn to the piano in the corner. Little did his daughter know, he ordered that piano months ago, and is having it delivered by Az and Rhys the day of Winter Solstice. Freya sat next to Brenna, and Aria and Eden were coaxing the shop owner Arlo for sweets.

Cassian strutted towards the counter and smiled. “Girls, we are getting hot chocolate later, and we had Chesnuts. Leave poor Arlo al–”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Arlo reaches under the counter, and pulls out a bowl of chocolates. The shop owner shrugs as Cassian let out a groan of frustration, and adjusted his spectacles. “I cannot resist. Your mate always asks for one when she visits me as well, General.”

Rolling his eyes while smirking, Cassian says sarcastically, “How am I not surprised.”

The girls thank Arlo and grab chocolates for themselves, Brenna, and Freya. Cassian glances over at his girls to make sure they were not causing any disturbances, and lock eyes with Freya, giving her a look to behave. Chuckling, he re-focuses his attention towards Arlo. “So, Rhys said you were looking for me, saying the piece was ready?”

Arlo’s eyes light up with joy, remembering what Cassian was referring to. “Yes! Did you bring the Symphonia with you?”

Cassian pulls the Symphonia out of his pocket, and hands it to him. It took an army to distract Nesta so he could borrow it for a few hours. Thank the Mother that he enlisted his girls to help him.

Arlo thanked Cassian and took it to the back. “I will be back in a few moments.” As he nods in acknowledgment, he turns to face his girls who were attempting to learn a song on the piano. Shaking his head, he exhales, his eyes filled with emotion. Nesta and him have come a long way, from fighting constantly, to saving Prythian, and being mated with children. There are some days he does not believe his life is real, and not sure what he did to deserve it.

Arlo walks back in with a leather bound folder, and the Symphonia. “Would you like to listen to it first?”

Cassian nods and calls the girls over to the counter. Arlo moved his hand over the Symphonia to play it, and the girls gasped. The melody was a waltz that was hauntingly beautiful with many dimensions. The tempo would increase in certain movements, then would slow to a romantic melody, as if it were trying to convey a story. As soon as the song ended, Cassian was speechless, silver lining his eyes.

Smiling, Arlo hands him the leather-bound folder, “Here is the sheet music, in case you ever want it performed live.” He smoothly glances briefly at Brenna, then back at Cassian.

Finally getting his voice back, he says hoarsely, “This is beautiful, thank you.”

After Cassian paid, he tucked the symphonia carefully in his pocket and then slipped the sheet music into his bag. “She is going to love this, Arlo, I hope you have a great Winter Solstice.”  As they said their goodbyes, the girls each gave Arlo a hug, and they started to walk out.

Calling back to them, Arlo says “Do you want to know the title of the piece?”

The girls eagerly jump up and down and Eden’s eyes light up,”Tell us! “

Arlo grins and says, “The Goddess and her Warrior.”

The girls let out a series of squeals and tug at Cassian’s hand. “ That’s  you and Mom, Daddy!” Aria says enthusiastically.

Cassian looks down at her and smiles. “It sure is.”

The cold brisk air hit Cassian as they walked out of Arlo’s Music Emporium, and he felt the snow hit his face. “We should be getting back soon. But first! We had our bargain, Let’s go get hot chocolate! “

The General and his young warriors walk hand in hand as they head to Rita’s to get hot chocolate, before flying back to see their Goddess.

–

As Cassian flew the rest of the girls up to the House of Wind, he let out a gasp because the house was illuminated with bright blue faerie lights that accented the house. The girls took their coats off and handed them to Cassian to hang on the coat rack. Aromatic smells of gingerbread and chocolate permeated the air as Cassian strode towards the main hall, the girls running ahead of him. He turned the corner and halted in his tracks at the scene before him.

Nesta was dressed in a red velvet dress accentuating every curve, and let her curls fall freely. The tree in the corner was fully decorated, with all of the gifts for the Winter Solstice underneath. On the dining table there were gingerbread cookies, hot chocolate, brownies, chocolate cake, and frosted sugar cookies. Not only was the room adorned with Garland and poinsettias, but there were blue faerie lights dancing around them as the girls ran to grab some of the sweets at the table.

In shock, Cassian walks towards her. “How did you do all of this?” Nesta shrugs, “It was nothing really. Elain let me borrow Nuala and Cerridwen to help with the baking as the house listened to my instructions. I spend most of my time wrapping and working on minor decorations. I wanted to-”

Before she could finish, he captured her mouth with hers, and the world stopped, until they were the only two in the room. Smiling Cassian presses his forehead to hers. “Happy Solstice, Nes.”

Nesta smiles brightly. “Happy Solstice, Cassian. Why don’t you put your bag down, and I have something for you and the girls.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow. He always loved when his witch commanded him, and he crooned,. “With pleasure.” Slightly adjusting his travel back, he walked over to the tree and knelt,  putting all of the gifts for his mate under the tree, as well as a few additional gifts for his girls that he had to pick up. Standing up, he turns around to face his family. All of the girls were on the couch, enjoying their cookies, and Nesta stands up, her arms behind her back.

Smirking, Nesta pulls a box from behind her back, wrapped in dark blue paper. She calls out to the girls, but still keeps her gaze on Cassian. “Girls, please open this with your father.”

The giddy girls run up to Cassian as he grabbed the box from her.  He crouched down as they untied the ribbon, and unwrapped the package. Inside were small socks, Illyrian Onesies, and a small blanket, with some small toys. All of them were different shades of blue. The blanket was a dark blue with a rare black thread entwined with Silver starlight. Cassian gasps at the beauty of all of the items, then it hits him. Why was everything blue?

Cass’ eyes widened as he looked up at his fierce wife, his eyes lined with silver. “..Really? A Boy?” Their girls shriek with glee around their parents as Cassian stood up to embrace her, muffling his tears of joy in the crook of her neck.

Nesta laughs shakily, and embraces him. “Happy Solstice, Cass.”

As he looks down at her, she wipes his tears away and he touches her stomach in wonder. “Did you think of any names yet?”

Nesta grins, “I have a few ideas. Either Callan, Evander or Cayden. The girls helped me actually. Maybe you can narrow them down for us.”

Cassian lifts Nes off the ground and immediately rained kisses down her face as she was chuckling. Contemplating the names he had just heard, he looked at the girls and Nes, “How about Cayden?”

Nesta nodded “Cayden it is.” The girls jumped up and down with excitement, and Nesta tried to calm them down.

“Now girls, how about we play a few games, then off to bed. Tomorrow is Winter Solstice and you want your rest so you can have fun with your cousins and enjoy your gifts.” The girls became giddy after the mention of games,  and gathered around the table, waiting for their parents to join them.

The rest of the night they played card games, dominos, and Cassian told embarrassing war stories of Uncle Rhys and Uncle Azriel. As the girls started to doze off, Cassian picked them up one by one and tucked them in their rooms, so they are well rested for the Solstice holiday. Grinning from ear to ear, he walked back towards the main hall to spend time with Nes.

She was curled up in a ball, reading one of the novels Emerie let her borrow, with a blanket wrapped around her. As he leaned against the wall, he stared at her, embracing the moment. Reaching down, he felt the symphonia in his pocket. He wanted to wait for tomorrow, but this felt right.

Nesta raising her gaze and realizing Cassian was in the room, she  smiled. Cassian strode over to the tree and pulled out the black leather folder, and sat next to her on the couch.

“I wanted to give this to you now, since we have time alone. He rubbed the back of his head nervously as he handed her the folder, and pulled out the symphonia from his pocket. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, and watched as she opened the folder.

Nesta smiled, she knew Cassian was nervous, and worked hard on whatever he was presenting to her. As soon as she opened the folder, she was speechless, as she laid the sheet music in her lap. “The Goddess and her Warrior. Cass..you-.”

As soon as she read the title, Cassian played the symphonia, as a cacophony of notes started to play and rise, filling the room they were sitting in. Her eyes widened as she looked at the Symphonia in wonder. In the corner of her eye, she saw Cassian slowly rise and reach out his hand. Her vision blurred, she wiped away her tears and took his hand. “ How did you do this?” Still in shock, Cassian turned her carefully, and led her into a waltz.

“I went to Arlo’s Music Emporium weeks ago while I was visiting the winter house, and wanted to do something special for you this year. I know you miss dancing, so I wanted to make this year special for you.” Moving her delicately they glided across the room as Nesta was gaining her momentum back. Nesta’s laughter was rare, but when she laughed, it brought him to his knees. He was full of pride knowing that this joy was from him.

As soon as the waltz slowed and came to an end, She cupped his face in her hands. “How do you always manage to surprise me, Cass. I love you.” Leaning up, Ness kissed him and curled herself in his embrace. He looked down at her, his gaze filled with intense emotion as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Happy Solstice Nes, and here is to many more.” Cass took her hand and led her to one of the large armchairs. He sat and  pulled her onto his lap. Before they got too comfortable, Nesta shimmied out of his embrace and went towards the tree, dragging a large box.

“My turn.” She grinned as she placed it on the table in front of the armchair.

Cassian leaned forward and carefully took the lid off of the box. Exhaling, he trailed his fingers along the sword which sparkled in the warm light. As he took it out of the box in reverence, he placed it on the table, and looked at the intricate designs. The inner circle’s names represented on the scabbard, and the guard with all of his family’s names, including a space for Cayden.

“Beautiful.” He said softly. “What made you think of this?”

Nesta placed her hands on his shoulders as he looked at his gift. “You are always such a warrior, thinking of others. I thought you could have another nice sword for your collection. As a symbol that you always protect your family.”

Cassian stood up and met her gaze. “I will cherish this forever.” He picked up the sword, and walked toward the center of the room, swinging the blade utilizing the eight pointed star exercise he demonstrated to Nesta long ago.

“Well balanced, and the perfect weight. Thank you.” Grinning from ear to ear, he laid it carefully in the box. “I have to show Rhys and Az tomorrow.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and muttered something about the male ego as Cassian chuckled and picked her up as he sat in the armchair again, sitting her on his lap.

They gazed into the embers of the fireplace as Cassian delicately pressed his lips to hers as they shared a kiss. As the kiss deepend, he ran his hands through her hair as she nibbled at his lower lip, eliciting a low growl from him. He trailed his kiss from her mouth towards the back of her ear as she chuckled, leaning into him to get comfortable.

As they both drifted into sleep, they were thrilled for time with their family tomorrow to share the news, but also of what the future has in store for them for many years to come.

#nessian fanfiction #nesta #cassian #cassian and nesta #nesta and cassian #cassian x nesta #nesta archeron #nessian fic

[rosalineandrosemary]

one final goodbye

hi! i wrote this for @maribat-angst-fluff-april with prompt 14, goodbye. you can check out my partner, @yoltastic09 ‘s fluff submission here. anyway, warnings for major character death and descriptions of blood and the fic is below the cut!

the video is blurry, filmed with shaking hands. when it focuses, they see a girl coated in red spotted spandex. she’s leaning against a wall, eyes closed and smiling softly, but their eyes are locked on the stab wound through her abdomen.

“thanks… thanks alya.” her voice is soft and raspy, and behind the camera, someone chokes on a sob.

“lb, please. just hold on a bit longer. chat... carapace. Someone will bring your lucky charm and it’ll be okay.” the voice, alya, trembles, and the spotted girl’s eyes fly open.

“i didn’t tell you, did i? alya, there’s no saving me. that’s why we’re recording this. I have his miraculous but my lucky charm can’t fix me. it’ll fix paris and i’ll still be here.” the camera falls to the ground with a clatter, and beyond the black screen they can hear alya’s sobs. 

“alya please, I need you to do this. I need to be able to tell them myself. I need to be able to tell you myself.”

“tell me what?” alya’s voice is thick and broken, and the camera is lifted off the ground. they see a girl, fox ears coming from her head and in another spandex suit, before the camera focuses on the bleeding girl again.

“hello viewers, hi alya. my name is marinette dupain-cheng, also known as ladybug. and this is my final goodbye.” 

the dark room where they sit is filled by the sound of things shattering, a mug falling to a ground, a wine glass being crushed in someone’s tight grip. 

“alya, i love you. it’s been an honor fighting alongside you as ladybug, and despite our ups and downs, and even how things were before you got your head on straight, it’s been amazing being your friend. i’m so sorry that this is how things turned out.” alya sniffles, and her soft words are easily picked up by the mic.

“mari, please. you can’t leave us, please.” marinette smiles and looks away, faltering. she takes a deep heaving breath and looks back at the camera. 

“maman, papa, i’m so sorry i couldn’t tell you about this. i’m so sorry that i can’t say goodbye properly. i’m sorry that i lied and i’m sorry that i kept this from you. i just didn’t want you getting hurt. you two are the best parents a girl could have and i’m so grateful to call you two mine. please don’t blame yourselves. i chose to keep this a secret to protect you, and you raised a pretty clever little girl. there isn’t anything you could have done to stop this.” marinette is crying at this point, tears streaking across the red of her mask and down her cheeks. “make sure they see this alya. please make sure they see this.” 

“of course, i promise girl. i’ll do anything.” alya’s voice is broken but marinette nods solemnly before continuing. 

when they see this, marinette’s parents wail and sob, the sounds echoing throughout the arrondissement. their neighbors tense, waiting for the destruction their akuma could cause, but hawkmoth is gone, and tom and sabine dupain-cheng are free to mourn their only daughter. 

“bruce, or, well, dad. i thought you might want to hear me call you that at least once, considering i’m not going to be able to meet you again for you to hear me say that legitimately. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about this. i’m sorry that when i said goodbye, that when i said i’d see you again soon, that it turned out like this. it was nice being your daughter, at least for a little while.” the viewers turn to look at him with the mention of his name, and bruce opens his palm, glass shards falling to the floor. he stands up, staggering to the side, and walks out of the room.

when bruce had first met marinette, he thought she’d fit in with the rest of them. he wasn’t oblivious to the jokes his kids made about the black hair, blue eyes, and the way she held herself made him think she’d fit in in other ways too.

she was always cautious, always nervous, like she was expecting something to attack her out of nowhere. she was good at hiding it, beaming sunshine smiles and a charming yet genuine demeanor, and he could see the resemblance from miles away. he had seen her baking with alfred, laughing with dick and jason, drinking coffee with tim. she had found a slot in their family and fit herself there perfectly, and in the short time he knew her, he had grow to care for the daughter he was unaware he had.

the last time he saw her, she hugged him and smiled, a soft tentative thing, as she whispered goodbye. she turned to leave, but her back was too straight, her shoulders too tense. he swore to himself that he’d find out what was troubling her back in paris and that he would see if there was anything he could do about it. 

bruce never got the chance. 

“dick. you’re a great older brother. i’m sorry that i couldn’t be your younger sister for very long. it could have been fun. we might have done acrobatics together, or you could have showed me trapeze if you wanted. you try so hard to take care of people, please remember to take care of yourself.”

marinette, dick thought, was tiny. she was so much shorter than he was, and she looked up at him when she introduced herself. bruce’s other unknown child. she has the hair, and the eyes, clouded with the same world-weariness he had seen in all of them. he hadn’t been the first to meet her, as that honor had gone to bruce and alfred, and tim had been walking by when she walked in the door, but he had been the first to declare her his younger sister. he asked her questions and she responded, she asked him questions and he responded. 

he learned of her love of fashion and cooed as she bashfully showed off her outfit that she had sewed and designed herself. he told her of his gymnastics and trapeze skills, and she was wide eyed and nearly glowing when she asked if he could teach her. he had swallowed heavily, looked away and back at her, and told her that “maybe we can next time, marinette. i think b-man has an itinerary for you and everything.”

she had looked disappointed for a second before composing herself. “okay, maybe next time. but speaking of mr. wayne, i should probably go find him again, talk to you later dick!” he had heaved a sigh of relief, scared of bringing her so close to something that had already taken his family once. 

when he hugged her goodbye before she left for the airport, small hands clasped around his back, dick resolved that he would try to teach marinette the trapeze next time she came over. There would be nets and she wouldn’t get hurt and then there would be more memories of the trapeze that didn’t come with the bittersweet tinge of all his memories at haly’s circus. 

dick didn’t get that chance. 

“hi jay. i was making you something, did you know that?” marinette laughs softly, then inhales sharply as she aggravates her wound. and yet, she continues. “no, of course you didn’t. i didn’t tell you. it was almost done, just had a few finishing touches. you could still wear it though. it's a leather jacket. i saw that the one you had seemed to be getting worn out, thought you might want a new one. a new leather jacket for my big brother.” her tears quicken and she attempts to curl in on herself, even as her body lay against the wall. she looks so small. “even if your advice wasn’t the best you were still there and i was happy to be ‘pixie pop.’ i wish you were here. you’re safe, you know that? you feel safe, like if anything tried to hurt me you’d fix it. And i’m scared but at least other people are safe now. Thank you for making me feel safe.”

jason todd did not think he was a good man. there was too much blood on his hands for that. and even if the bastards had deserved it, it still didn’t make him a good person. so when he had seen the tiny slip of a girl who ran into him as she attempted to find bruce, his first instinct had been to stay away. she was so tiny, so pure, and no amount of washing would ever be able to clean his hands. 

but then she had flinched and started spewing out apologies, hands flying everywhere as she drove herself further down this spiral, and he saw in her what he had seen in so many of the other street kids. fear of retaliation, a desperation to appease him because she was afraid of what he might do.

and jason was furious. not with her, but with whoever had taught this girl (bruce’s daughter. he had warned them all about her, telling them to hide the objects that showed their “nightly pursuits.” he hadn’t told them she’d be so small.) that she had to apologize like this. whoever had traumatized her in this way. 

“hey, no need to apologize, pixie pop. no harm, no foul, right?” she had looked up at him, confused, and he grinned at her and clenched his fists, trying to dispel some of the anger festering in his chest. 

“who’s pixie pop?” she had said, eyebrows furrowed adorably.

“you are, of course. because you’re so tiny, like a little fairy. and all my siblings need nicknames, like dickie-bird, or replacement, or demon spawn. and since you’re my little sister now, you get a nickname too.” she had smiled and nodded, responding with a soft “okay,” and he swung an arm around her shoulder.

“so let me help you find bruce. but on our way there, is there anyone you’ve got any problems with? Any bullies you’d like big bro jason to deal with?” she had tensed, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

“there’s nothing you can deal with. it’ll be fine.” he hadn’t believed her, but he wasn’t going to pry.

when he hugged her goodbye, she had shook, clutching the sleeves of his jacket within her hands, but when he went to ask her what had happened, she said she’d tell him next time. he said he’d help her through anything.

jason never got the chance. 

“cass.” with this, she attempts to lift her hands from where they lay on the floor. she’s shaking with the effort, but manages to hold them up to her chest. slowly, she signs out every word with her hands. “i think that you could tell something was up. i don’t know how, and i’m not sure even you knew it would end up like this, but i think you could. thank you for trusting me, even if it ended up like this. thank you for being my friend, and i’m sorry i couldn’t improve my sign language fast enough to have a full conversation with you. i hope this is good enough.”

cass could tell that marinette was like them from the way she held herself. she had muscles curled under her clothing, and whenever she tripped she shifted her center of gravity if she didn’t catch herself first. 

cass hadn’t really spoken with her, standing as bruce introduced her to marinette. she could tell when marinette had processed bruce saying she preferred sign language, and when marinette’s shoulders sunk, she could tell it was with concern instead of malice. 

marinette turns to her with a small frown, apologizing for not knowing any sign language. marinette smiles afterwards though, and reaches out a hand. “i’d love to learn asl though! and i’d also love to be friends if you’d want to be. of course we don’t have to be, i don’t want to…” she trails off as cass takes her hand and nods. marinette’s smile grows wider and a small warmth grows in her chest. 

friends sounds nice. and marinette promises that she’ll try to learn asl and they’ll have a conversation in a way that cass is comfortable with, talking with that same smile. 

the last time cass sees marinette, she signs goodbye. marinette’s right hand goes up, thumb out, and she closes the rest of her fingers to her palm. she continues with the sign for cass’ name, and cass responds in turn, goodbye and marinette, and marinette leaves, excited at getting it right. 

marinette inhales, a wheezing breath, and the video is interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls and a man’s calling voice. “ladybug? rena?” 

alya lets out another sob and the man approaches. they can tell when he sees marinette, as he stalls before sprinting towards them. 

he’s clad in blue and snake print, teal tips at the bottom of his black hair, and he goes directly for marinette, trying to press a red and black spotted objects into her hands. 

“ladybug please, please take it you can fix all of this with the lucky charm. just do miraculous ladybug and the magic will fix it.” he begs her, voice jumping. marinette clutches the object in her hand but makes no motion to do anything with it, and he speaks again. “ladybug…” he hesitates for a second before continuing. “marinette, my melody, please don’t die on me.” her eyes widen slightly before she looks away.

“i should have known you already knew, mon coeur. but you also have to know this is the end.” she smiles at him, lifts the object in her shuddering hands and attempts to yell miraculous ladybug. she’s cut off halfway through by her own coughing, shaking her whole body and sending blood spilling from her lips.

it works regardless though, and the remaining waynes watch in awe as glowing ladybugs reverse the property damage. they fix the walls and the pavement before crowding around marinette’s body, but when they leave the wound is still there. the blood is still there. 

marinette’s eyes are drooping, and when she tries to talk, it comes out a whisper. “damn it. i thought i had more time.” she coughs again, more blood dripping out of her mouth. “tim, i was so happy to be your work buddy. steph, you are so fun and so important and it was so so lovely being your sister and your friend. damian, i wish i could have been your sister without scaring you, but that won’t be a problem anymore.” her breathing is shallow but she continues going, trying to say all the words she’s scared she wouldn’t be able to. “alfred, being your granddaughter, baking with you, all of that was such a pleasure. babs, spending time with you was so much fun and i wish we could do that again, that we could be friends for longer. duke, i know we didn’t interact much but i wish we could have.” she exhales, leans her head back against the reformed wall. her eyes flutter closed. 

“goodbye.” she says, one last word before her chest stills and marinette dupain-cheng dies.

#maribat angst and fluff april #maribat #bio dad bruce wayne #rosaline writes

[gumnut-logic]

Callisto (Part 8 - Recovery)

Prologue 1. Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 2. Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 3. Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 4. Arrival - Bit 1 | Bit 2 5. Orientation 6. Rescue Site 7. Investigation 8. Recovery

This one is over 4600 words to the point I considered cutting it in half. But lots happens so I’ve posted it whole. Now I just need to play catch up because I had a crappy couple of weeks and now I’m only about 500 words ahead of this. I have a few days off coming up, so wish me luck :D

As always, many thanks to the amazing @janetm74​ @scribbles97​ @tsarinatorment​ @vegetacide​ and science officer @onereyofstarlight​ You guys have helped me make this what it is. I so hope you are enjoying it.

For the first time in this story, I’ve slightly gone off plan and have had to add in a chapter because of it. Here’s hoping I can keep this going. We are now at 35,000 words which is approximately halfway.

Warnings: some whump.

Thank you for all your support with this fic. I doubt I could do it without all the cheerleading and support. You guys are just amazing ::hugs you so much::

Enjoy!

-o-o-o-

Jeff Tracy was a man of action and drive. Eight years in the depths of space had eroded the edges of his impatience, but hadn’t eliminated it.

So, sitting in Callisto Base watching his family work and not having anything much to do wasn’t in the best interests of his mental health.

But what could he do?

He had set up a kind of mobile control despite not being in control of anything. John had linked him into everything and he and Lee had pretty much taken over one of the command centres of the Base.

Grae hovered the entire time.

Jeff watched the well-oiled machine that was International Rescue with no small amount of pride. He watched them track down the lifesigns, survey the site, drill extra access, deploy Thunderbird Four and-

“Gordon!”

“Guys, get out of there! Now!”

The holographic image of the lake swelled and swept his sons away.

Jeff was on his feet without thinking.

Three of the five life signs on the strategy map darted erratically, one coming to an abrupt stop against the cavern wall, while the two others travelled some distance up the main tunnel before stopping suddenly.

“Thunderbird Five!”

“Please hold.”

Jeff’s eyes widened. “John!”

Data was suddenly thrown at his terminal. His sons’ vitals sprung up and he was relieved to find them all strong. A sitrep appeared a moment later tracking where the wave had come from, probabilities of a recurrence, a site safety scan and a feed from the Dragonfly Pod.

Its lights were still on, one shining at an angle across the tunnel it had landed in, the other reflected back a glare of white and a blue as beautiful as an Earth sky in the early evening.

The first one explained why.

One of the Dragonfly’s legs was sticking up out of a solidified white mass.

Of ice.

The math added up in his head very abruptly and he was suddenly moving.

It was a sign that Lee and he still had that unspoken communication as the engineer didn’t even ask and just moved with him, following his mad run to the hangar without a word.

Alan and Gordon had left the second Dragonfly pod at the Base and Jeff was ever so grateful.

“What’s…where are you going?” Grae’s eyes were wide as they all skidded to the side of the pod.

“Three of my sons are buried in ice. Where do you think I’m going?”

He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, climbing up into the cockpit with a leap of agility he hadn’t felt for years. With a nod from Lee, he snapped the hatch shut and grabbed controls he hadn’t used outside of a simulator in over a decade.

It was like returning home.

The Dragonfly took off for the airlock far above as the doors began their opening sequence without request.

-o-o-o-

John reacted the way he always reacted.

Without thought. There was no time for thought.

Hands moving across his console dragged as much information as he could from the static-fouled scans.

He blinked as the interference cleared somewhat.

A worried plea from his father John had no time for. A flick of his wrist and he mirrored his sources to his father’s terminal.

All three of his brothers had come to a halt. Gordon was still in the cavern, Four slammed up against a wall. Scott and Virgil were in the tunnel. Vital signs were still good, but there was no response from any of them.

No matter how much he yelled into comms.

One of the beacons had been swept away, causing the interference to intensify in that area, but the readings he had added up to a scenario that echoed past hell.

His father was already moving.

“John?” Alan’s voice was professional but sported an edge of terror.

“I’m coming down, Thunderbird Three.” He grabbed his helmet. “Dad is on his way out there. Do we have enough parts for a third Dragonfly?”

His brother’s voice solidified with the plan of action. “Yeah, Virg overcompensated as always. He packed stuff in as if he was planning to stay out here for a couple of years.”

John didn’t answer that. “Assemble another pod. I’ll see you down there asap.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

“Eos, align the Excel with the danger zone. Initiate elevator deployment.” He flung himself through his ‘bird. “I need as much information as you can give me. Relay on descent.”

“Yes, John. It appears that the water volume of the lake increased dramatically before the incident, but has now returned to its previous status.”

John slipped through the airlock to the elevator. He hit his comms. “Michael, there has been an incident. I am going down to the surface. You have the Excel.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five. I will monitor.”

“Liaise with Eos.” He killed the connection as he entered the cockpit, his seat rotating towards him in welcome. “Eos, be nice.”

“I don’t like him.”

“Too bad. We need him.”

She grumbled in a way reminiscent of Virgil before coffee.

Maybe she had been taking notes.

He ignored it. “Send all information to my terminal here.” The elevator shuddered as it disengaged from Five and began its descent. The cockpit lit up with holograms.

He eyed the replay of the static-riddled scan as the lake swelled and overcame his brothers.

Four had been swept out of the water and washed ashore violently. Scott and Virgil, standing on that shore, hadn’t stood a chance.

One gloved hand reached up to poke the playback, pause and rewind. There had been a local seismic disturbance just before, epicentre to the north-east by a few hundred metres. Minor on an Earth scale, but since Callisto supposedly hadn’t had any major crustal movements in eons, it was unusual in the extreme.

“Eos, pull the Base seismic records. Have they detected anything like this before?”

The elevator’s thrusters fired as it hit the faint atmospheric boundary.

“Their system has recorded several incidents, but nothing of this magnitude.” Eos’ voice shifted to one of concern. “Incidents have been increasing recently. There have been three in the past month. John, one was recorded by the Base system the same day as the five members of their crew disappeared.”

“What? Why wasn’t that mentioned?”

“Unknown.”

He stared at the scan. “Do we have any source for more water to reach the lake?” It hurt his physics sensibilities. Water should not exist as a fluid in this environment at all.

“None within sensor range.”

Damnit. He was used to being able to see everything.

“Deploy a net of probes. I want everything in a ten thousand kilometre radius as crystal clear as you can get it.” If there was a pun in there, he refused to acknowledge it.

“Yes, John. That will cover the entire surface of the moon.”

“Exactly.” Something weird was happening here and he wanted to know what. If he had to throw everything Thunderbird Five had at it, he would.

The elevator thrusters fired again and the moon appeared around his windows, followed by the striking red of Three.

“Alan, are you ready?”

“Pod assembled, Thunderbird Five. Awaiting your orders.” There was no tremble in his brother’s voice, but there was an anxious impatience.

The elevator touched down with a soft thud. Eos’ control was perfect. “Thank you, Eos.”

“You are welcome, John.” A pause. “Be safe.”

His lips tightened a little. “FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

She didn’t answer as he stepped out onto the moon.

-o-o-o-

Alan didn’t remember his mother, but he had four brothers who did and he knew far too well the pain of what had happened when she was taken from them.

The fact that three of those brothers were now buried in the space-ice equivalent of an avalanche was absolutely terrifying.

The water had managed to travel some distance before solidifying and trapping everything. As far as Alan could tell, his brothers were encased in ice.

If they had been on Earth their lives would be in peril. In space, they were at least wearing their spacesuits. But spacesuits could be damaged.

He didn’t let himself follow that train of thought. He couldn’t afford it right now. Instead, he followed procedure.

That was what procedure was for.

It was a matter of minutes before John was stepping off the space elevator, his tall brother as confident and professional as ever.

Part of Alan was still surprised when John directed him to take control of the pod. Perhaps it was because Alan was used to the control freak habits of his two eldest brothers?

“Get us down there Alan.” John was distracted, glaring at his wrist projector.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With John secure in the backseat, Alan threw them down the gaping hole his ‘bird had dug, through the mole’s extension and into the dry cavern below.

The dragonfly latched onto the beacons and they darted down the correct tunnel, glittering rock streaking past them as their twin beams of bright light hit everything.

Including the mass of white that that suddenly swelled up on one side of the tunnel.

It wasn’t quite a wave, more a slosh of water, frozen in motion.

“What the hell?”

“Edge down the tunnel a little further, Scott is...” But they were already there and the flash of blue and red was obvious.

His eldest brother was embedded in the ice halfway up the wall. Alan only had breath as he yanked the dragonfly to an abrupt halt, her claws leaving gouges in the ice. “Scott!”

He was out of the pod as fast humanly possible.

One of his brother’s arms was dangling free and Alan reached for it. “Scott?”

Limp, gloved fingers.

John already had a hand laser out and the red of its beam was cutting ice in a loose silhouette of their brother’s body. As they worked him free, bits of ice fell away to the floor. It was fragmentary. Somewhere between solid and hard packed snow. The water had obviously frozen so quickly, it was aerated enough to stiffen fully.

Fortunately, because Alan had the sudden realisation that spacesuits or no, if his brothers couldn’t expand their ribcages, they couldn’t breathe regardless. The sudden relief sprouted new terror.

John helped Alan lower their big brother to the floor.

“Sc…Scott?”

For a second, Alan thought it was John speaking, but his astronaut brother answered, voice urgent. “Virgil?”

No response.

“Thunderbird Two, status!” John was moving, long legs leaping in the low gravity, propelling him back to the pod. He reached inside and pulled out a large torch. “Alan, attend to Scott.” And then his brother was running further down the tunnel, light bouncing ahead of him, holographic map hovering over his wrist.

A further spark of terror was smothered in Alan’s brain as he turned back to his prone and unconscious eldest brother and began chipping and melting ice to free him.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was lying flat on his back staring at white lit up by his helmet lights.

It took him a few solid minutes to realise exactly what he was looking at. His brain felt sluggish and was hurting like hell. He really needed more painkillers.

He automatically tried to calculate how long it was since his last dose and came up blank. There was time missing.

This realisation was quickly followed by the discovery that he wasn’t able to move.

God, his brain was slow. The first thought that came to mind was that yet another building had fallen on him. It happened far more often than he was willing to admit.

But then where was his exosuit?

He blinked slowly.

One arm was caught at an awkward angle and was protesting its position. His legs seemed to be splayed out evenly, though and his other arm seemed happy enough. Hell, there wasn’t really even much weight on him. He had definitely had worse.

But his chest was tight and breathing shallow. Something had him in its grip and he had to force down the visuals that came with that.

Not being able to move always sucked.

He really wished his head would stop hurting.

“Sc..Scott?” It was instinctual. In trouble, call for his big brother.

Need a hand.

“Virgil?” John’s voice. Johnny had the power to call Scotty, to get him help.

He opened his mouth to answer, but something shifted in the ice...ice...it was ice! Memories slammed into him of ice and snow and trapped and oh god...his sluggish brain couldn’t handle it.

“Thunderbird Two, status!”

John’s voice shook him.

Um, um…his heart was beating a mile a minute. He fought for control.

“Virgil? Son?”

Dad.

His father’s voice set off both relief and fear. Relief because of a deep-seated trust in his own father.

Fear because where was Scott? Scott should be here.

But Scott had been with him when the whatever had hit him.

Had hit him.

Water.

Space.

Callisto.

Sparkling crystal flickered in his mind’s eye.

“Scott?”

“Your brother is in good hands.”

Even his sluggish brain could see that as a non-answer. “Dad?”

“We’re digging you out.”

Oh.

As if to emphasize that statement there was a red flash and the world around him hissed. He closed his eyes as the light stabbed into his hurting head.

“Dad? Gordon?”

“Nearly there, son.”

Virgil’s heart clenched.

They uncovered his head first and Virgil teared up at the sight of his father’s worried expression above him. John was there as well, darting in and out of sight, obviously the source of the laser light.

“Johnny…”

There was a crack in the ice.

Ice.

His mind blanked in terror again.

Too many memories.

Far too many.

“Virgil! Look at me!” Dad’s voice held command and he had no choice but to obey. “You are safe.” His hand was being held and Virgil realised it had been cut from the ice. He tried to move his other arm, every heavy-lifting muscle he had straining against its restriction.

Another crack of stressed ice, a yelp from John and Virgil’s arm was suddenly free, ice fragments raining down on him.

Encouraged, he began working on his feet.

“Virgil, stay still just a moment longer.” John’s voice was strained.

Virgil wanted out.

“Virgil.” His Dad grabbed his flailing hand forced him to look at him, grey eyes reflecting the white ice. “Hold still, John is cutting you out.”

Yes, John was cutting him out. Red flickered amongst the white. Virgil swallowed and attempted to get the panic under control and found that he was trembling.

Damn.

He was a rescue operative. He should be calm.

The remaining weight on his belly was removed and he was finally able to take a deep breath.

It helped ever so much.

He closed his eyes and sought his centre.

And fell back on procedure.

If Scott was down, International Rescue was now his responsibility. He needed to be in control.

In control.

By the time John lifted the remaining ice off his legs, Virgil had found himself again. He clambered out of the ice as fast as he possibly could and shot to his feet.

And nearly fell flat on his face for the effort.

His father grabbed him and prevented his fall. “Virgil, sit down.”

There was a flicker of a medscanner, but Virgil was too busy assessing the situation to care. “Scott?”

“With Alan. Unconscious, but safe.”

“Gordon?”

“Still in the cave. Thunderbird Four is silent. I sent Lee. John is following him down.”

Damn. Virgil shook the last of the ice stuck to his uniform, straightened his baldric and took a step towards the direction of the cave, but was halted by a firm grip on his arm.

“You’re not going down there.”

Virgil spun on one foot and the world in all its glittering glory spun with him. “Gordon is down there.”

“John and Lee have him. You were buried in ice, Virgil.”

To his ultimate shame, Virgil shuddered at the concept.

But Gordon...

That grip on his arm tightened. “You’re coming with me.”

Virgil straightened, forcing steel into his spine. “With Scott unconscious, I am in command. I need to be down there.”

“No, you don’t.” His father took a step back up the tunnel, obviously intending to drag Virgil if he had to.

Virgil was no longer the scrappy kid who wanted to play with his paints instead of cleaning his room, and he stood fast.

His father had been in space a long time and his strength had paid the price.

There was no competition.

Buried in ice or not.

“Dad, I am going down to help with Gordon. Scott needs you. I’ll meet you up there the moment Gordon is safe.”

The need to be in two places at once, or more correctly four places, at least, was a common feeling Virgil had to ignore.

Gordon was the priority.

“I need an analysis of what happened. There was a wave. Why? See to Scott and Alan.” He reached up and gently peeled his father’s grip of his arm. “Thank you for helping me. Now I have to go help my brothers.” Turning he hit his comms, asked John for a sit rep and hurried down the tunnel.

He did not look back.

-o-o-o-

Scott had a headache.

That was the first hint of reality and not a new one in his life. He often woke with headaches, the only remaining question was what caused it this time.

“Hey, Scott, are you with us?”

Alan.

Several factors hit home at once. He was wearing his helmet, hence his uniform and Alan, only Alan, had said his name.

Mission.

He was sitting up before his brain had filled him in on the fact he was millions of miles away from home and gravity was a whole different thing on Callisto.

“Whoa!” Hands grabbed him. Hands that definitely belonged to Alan. The astronaut was crouched over him with worried eyes. “Take it easy. You might have a concussion.”

Head injury then.

“Mission status.”

“John’s gone after Gordon. Virgil is awake and out of the ice.”

Gordon. Gordon had been in the water. The weird water.

The very idea of Virgil being buried in ice again awoke horrors he did not want to face.

“Help me up.” Scott rolled himself over, ignoring the protests from his brother to stay put. His head protested very loudly and it became very apparent that the supposed head injury was not impressed with any movement.

Ow.

But, mission.

“Scott, what are you doing?” Another set of hands grabbed at him, which was probably a good thing because he was going down if they hadn’t. As it was, the whole world shifted as he was forcibly lowered to sit on the white, white ground again.

There was a flicker of yellow light and muttering from his youngest brother. “We need to get him back to base.” Alan’s voice was worried.

But Gordon. “I’ve got to go help Gordon.” He tried to stand up again, but too many hands held him down. His shoulders were grabbed and he found a pair of grey eyes staring at him. “Dad? Gordy is in danger.”

“I know son. John, Lee and Virgil will see to him.”

Virgil. He blinked. “Virgil was with me!” Again he struggled to get up.

His father held him down. “Virgil is very determined that he is fine. You, however, are not. You have a concussion. I will take you back to the Base and you will rest. Alan will help his brothers.”

“But-“

The hands on his shoulders squeezed. “Do I have to ask Virgil to reinforce that order?”

Virgil? Order? God, his head hurt.

But this was Dad. Dad knew what to do in space. Dad was...Dad was...

“Scott, you with me?”

He was shaken just a little and his head hated him for it. A groan and his hand encountered his helmet. Augh.

Space sucked.

“C’mon, Scotty, let’s get you into the pod.” Alan’s voice was gentle and professional. He was so proud of his little brother. “Yeah, well, I learnt from the best. Up you get.”

He was pulled slowly to his feet and he had to bite down or lose whatever the hell it was he had eaten last. There were steps and then he was sitting and familiar restraints were holding him in place.

He closed his eyes.

Gordon. He had to help Gordon.

“Your brothers will help him, Scott, you know that.”

But-

His world shook as the pod lifted. He glimpsed the back of his father’s helmet. Dad. Dad was driving. Dad had control.

He could let go.

-o-o-o-

Alan swallowed as their father launched the pod back down the tunnel, its headlights sparkling.

He had reported Scott’s status the moment they had the medscanner’s results and had received a very abrupt acknowledgement from Virgil.

It was unusual to have Virgil in command in space. It wasn’t his native environment and he didn’t venture into it very often. It, of course, wasn’t the first time, and Alan trusted Virgil with his life. But this was Alan’s turf, he needed to be there to help.

He leapt into the remaining dragonfly and dashed off down the tunnel.

It got tighter and tighter as he flew closer to the Crystal Cave, his access blocked by frozen lake water. For a moment he thought he was going to have to abandon the pod, but he was just able to squeeze through the entrance.

The lake was exactly as it had been. Calm and glittering in the pod’s headlamps. He turned slowly on the rocky beach to find Four, free of ice, jammed up against the wall beside the tunnel entrance. She was on her port side, cabin rammed into the rock.

Alan’s heart clenched as he set the dragonfly down.

Both John and Virgil along with Uncle Lee were attempting to gain access via the rear hatch. The ‘bird was made for water, but on the very rare occasion such as this, Brains had built space capable redundancies into her airlock.

How many submersibles in this universe were also space capsules in disguise?

But all this was redundant if the seals had been compromised.

A quick query of Thunderbird Five reassured Alan that Gordon’s vitals were still strong. There was still no response from their fish brother, but he was alive and relatively stable and Four reported no seal ruptures.

Yet.

Virgil grunted as the back of Four was slowly cranked open. Uncle Lee and his engineer brother were putting all their muscle into heaving the hatch open while John slipped into the vehicle.

A moment later the door was shoved shut again and Alan was surprised to see Virgil seal it with a hand laser.

Tired eyes caught Alan’s. His brother didn’t need to explain why he was doing what he was doing.

“Inner airlock door is now compromised.” John’s voice was calm and sure despite the subject matter. “Proceeding to the cockpit.”

Alan stared at Virgil a moment, caught by his haggard expression before hurrying around Four towards her belly viewports.

All he could see was Gordon’s feet. No matter how he shone his hand light through those windows, he could see nothing more. Gordon’s pilot’s seat obscured everything.

For it to be in that position it had to have been severed off its mountings.

Hell.

Determined, Alan scrambled around Four’s nose and tried to find her front viewports. Everything was obscured by rock.

Crystal glittered mockingly at him, an almost scarlet chunk of quartz sticking out of the wall and falling over as if it was reaching for Four.

Alan fought the urge to shove it away from his brother’s ‘bird.

“Cockpit hatch is non-operational. Eos, relay through my suit sensors and give me a detailed report on Gordon’s position.” John’s voice was ever so calm.

Alan wanted to scream.

He hurried back to the lower ports and stared at his brother’s feet.

Again Gordon had been crushed in his ‘bird. How hurt was he this time. How long would he take to recover?

Virgil spoke up and Alan was startled to find his engineer brother and Uncle Lee standing beside him. Virgil was standing ramrod straight. “Eos, can you pull any medical data?”

“Please hold.” The AI’s voice was crisp and professional. “Compensating for interference.”

Damned interference. Alan was so sick of static. Their comm lines and sensor feeds were usually perfect. What was it with this place?

A big hand gently wrapped around his arm.

“I’m fine, Virgil.”

The hand did not let go.

“Thank you, Eos.” How did John stay so calm? “Cutting into the cockpit now.”

Virgil’s wrist control lit up and projected the sensor data he had requested from Eos. True to this place, parts flickered and there was some pixilation, but a clear outline of both Gordon and John inside Four was all the reassurance it could be.

Gordon was curled up on the ‘floor’ of his ‘bird, on what had been Four’s portside viewports.

The laser cutter in John’s hand flared up brightly as he cut through the cockpit hatch mechanisms.

Red light flickered through the marine acrylic enough to catch on Alan’s uniform.

“His right arm is broken again.” Virgil sighed. “He’s going to be so pissed.”

“I’m in.” And John was. Light lit up the viewports, quickly followed by the yellow of a medscanner.

“Oh, thank god.” Beside him, Virgil visibly deflated in relief. The hologram lit up with Gordon’s full medical details. A red alarm hovered over one arm where the break snapped his right ulna and his head had an orange flag that pinpointed a likely concussion. But other than that, Gordon appeared whole and safe, his spacesuit undamaged and airtight. Alan’s shoulders dropped almost as much as Virgil’s.

“He’s safe to move, John.” No doubt John knew that, but Virgil obviously had a need to confirm it anyway. He had a habit of doing that. Alan wasn’t really sure who it was for, Virgil’s brothers or himself.

The next few moments involved cutting open the rear hatch of Four again. This time there was the hiss of escaping atmosphere as Virgil took the entire door off the sub, no longer needing to worry about Gordon’s suit integrity.

John emerged carefully carrying his unconscious brother, Gordon’s helmeted head limp on one shoulder, his arm in an emergency splint, no doubt from one of Four’s first aid packs.

“Vincent, I’m thinking you boys need to take your brother back to base.”

Alan suddenly realised they were a pod or two short to carry all of them. There were five operatives and only one pod.

Uncle Lee eyed Virgil, his lips thin. “Albert, you could fly George while Vincent, John and I dig out the other pod.”

Virgil shifted his feet as he translated that, and Alan frowned at him. His engineer brother was wrecked. Alan could see it in his eyes. Understandable

Virgil’s nod was firm, regardless. “FAB. Alan, you’re with Gordon. John, what is the impact of the interference on Eos’ capability to pilot the pod if necessary?”

Their space brother was looking down at Gordon’s face frowning. “Eos is deploying a moon-wide probe net. We can use them to strengthen the signal. I think that above ground, Thunderbird Five should be able to pilot reliably. I would not recommend attempting it underground.”

Virgil nodded again before striding over to Alan’s pod and, climbing up and throwing the hatch back, began reconfiguring the backseat to transport their injured brother.

Alan hurried over to help and within minutes, John had secured their unconscious aquanaut brother prone on his side in the back of the pod.

Silent, eyes closed, non-responsive.

Alan took off smoothly and with as much care as possible, flew back up the tunnel, heading above ground and back to Callisto Base.

His last glance at the Crystal Cave outlined the shapes of two brothers and an uncle standing ever so alone in a giant cavern that had tried to kill three of his brothers.

-o-o-o-

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