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dw-flagler · 2 months

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something that always bothered me about the worm fanfic scene is that they always try to cram everyone together. There's always the scene where taylor meets lisa in a coffee shop or whatever. I get it, it's a fanfic, you can't just make up a character for her to meet.

But one of the things i always liked about worm was that it stayed away from the comic trope of making everyone connected. Like, if Worm was a comic book, Armsmaster would be her teacher, She'd end up being friends with Kid Win, Cherie would attend Winslow, Annette would end up being still alive and a secret agent for Cauldron but with amnesia or something, over-the-top soap opera shit, right?

What I always liked was that in Worm, Taylor's just some girl. She only knows one hero out of costume, and it's the girl who ruined her life. Her dad's just the head of hiring for the union. Her mom was just a college professor. If you asked the mayor about Danny Hebert, he'd say "who?" A lot of fanfics have him be like seinfeldian rivals with the mayor, but like he just writes petitions. If you asked Lustrum about Annette Hebert, she'd have no clue who you're talking about, because Annette was just like a member of her organization.

What I'm trying to stress, is that in superhero comics, everything's connected. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone's a super genius, or met at The Science Expo, or their dad was a famous crime fighter. Comics have all these sorts of big dramatic irony reveals. In comic books, there is never a character who's just some guy.

This sort of thing is great for making everything feel connected, and it's good for keeping out extraneous exposition.

But Worm doesn't do that. It's all just like. They're just regular ass people. Of course they don't know each other. They live in a city with 300 thousand people, none of them would have ever met each other if it weren't for capeshit.

And, I mean, it does remove a lot of the potential for shenanigans but it really does a lot to make everything feel more real.

There's also something there about capeshit being a metaphor for shared trauma where like these people would not know each-other were it not for shared trauma.

The undersiders, the great team, the bestest friend team, they don't meet if not for capeshit. They have no connection to eachother outside this. These are kids who would have never met, they would never have come within 20 degrees of separation were it not for the fact they have powers. This is integral to worm's worldbuilding. It's maybe the closest you ever get to a positive aspect of gaining powers, and yet for so many capes there is no undersiders, just the fighting and loneliness and eventual violent death.

#*grue*somely? hahA! please clap #also as always i should clarify it's The Undersiders: Bestest Friend Team (& also Alec & Aisha)#the whole “brought together by capeshit” is PAINFULLY obvious in breakthrough btw #literally a therapy group #like come on now #in the worm fanfic scene this is the equivalent of that coffee dog in the burning building being like “this coffee is a little bit too cold #there's bigger fish to fry here #we've got rationalist fics out the wazoo dw who cares about the (extremely minor) comic book-ification of the worm fandom #worm #wormblr #wormposting #old drafts post i didn't post until now #maybe you can see why

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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Its embarrassing really. Eddie would like to make it abundantly clear that he's very aware its embarrassing. Mortifying, even. Humiliating, etcetera.

Really, its nothing.

Its just... Well, the bride had frozen outside, a few feet away from a blossom tree, and the winds had been whipping the petals around them as they worked on her, and Buck had looked so beautiful backlit by the sun as he spoke with the bride about her dream wedding. And then a petal had drifted into Buck's hair, and Eddie had been paying a little too much attention to how it was almost the same shade of pink as his birthmark, and then there had been a searing pain slicing through the juncture of his thumb.

Its nothing.

(Its embarrassing. He's a thirty-five year old man, a firefighter, for god's sake!, and he cut himself because he was distracted by a flower in Buck's hair like a schoolgirl staring at her crush. Yeah, its definitely embarrassing.)

Bobby had sent him back to the ambulance to deal with the cut which is how he finds himself here, trying to rip through the tape with his teeth as he fumbles the gauze he was trying to hold in place with nothing more than will power and an injured thumb.

The gauze drifts away on the same wind that had carried that fucking petal, but a boot stomps on it before it can fly away into the ether. With a sigh, Eddie tilts his head up to squint at Buck.

"Need a hand?" Buck quirks an eyebrow at the sluggishly bleeding cut, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Eddie has to fight to keep his face blank, Buck's smug joy damn infectious.

Eddie doesn't answer him, just hands Buck a fresh gauze pad and the roll of tape. Buck sets the tape down on the floor of the rig as he crouches and picks up Eddie's hand instead. Eddie has to hold his breath to stop it hitching in his chest, a revelation even Buck wouldn't miss, at the tenderness of Buck's hold. Its achingly gentle, so soft Eddie almost wouldn't be sure anyone was touching him at all if it weren't for the way Buck's fingertips burn into his skin like tattoos.

When Buck leans in close to inspect the wound, so close that Eddie can feel his breath on the skin of his neck, he leans back on his uninjured hand for a moment of respite, a breath of cool air against his warm cheeks.

Buck wipes away the drying blood with a carefulness that Eddie doesn't feel deserving of. Here, in Buck's hands, in Buck's care, he feels like something precious. No, like something holy. Like maybe all the pain and suffering was worth it if this is where he ends up, with Buck rubbing circles into his wrist as he presses the gauze to the cut.

"Hold it there," Buck murmurs quietly, something reverent in the way he moves his hand to make room for Eddie's fingers on the gauze, a choreographed dance like they've done this a thousand times before.

He reaches for the tape, discarding the saliva-sodden piece Eddie had been gnawing at helplessly, and rips off a new length with the serrated edge Eddie had forgotten existed. Buck cradles his hand once again, turning it upside down, and Eddie is irrationally terrified that his heart will appear in his palm as an offering.

(He wonders if Buck would take it, if Buck would know that he already has it, if Buck would tuck it right next to his own for safekeeping.)

Buck slides the tape onto his skin in one swift motion, kind enough not to mention how clammy Eddie's hands are, and smooths the edges of the tape down until Eddie is sure that his skin is going to combust with pure, aching want.

"There you go." Buck grins up at him, still crouched between his legs, something awful and awe-filled in his eyes. Eddie swallows and makes a show of inspecting Buck's work to avoid the heavy weight of Buck's gaze.

"Hm." Eddie twists his mouth into one of his Buck-and-Chris-named frog faces. "Should have had Chim do it instead."

"Excuse you!" Buck squawks indignantly. "I specialise in scratches!" Eddie looks up at him with a stuttering breath, tries to parse whether or not Buck realises what he just said and to whom he just said it. But Buck just scowls up at him, and that's when Eddie sees that goddamn fucking petal is still in his hair. "How'd you even do this anyway?"

"Here," Eddie says before he can think better of it, reaching forward with his bandaged hand, "you've got a little..." He plucks the petal from Buck's curls, fingers twitching to bury themselves there, and holds it out to Buck, so close he has to go cross-eyed to see it.

"Oh," Buck breathes as he takes it from Eddie, a bolt of lightning sparking where their fingers brush.

"You good, Eddie?" Bobby's voice breaks them from their moment, and Eddie jumps to his feet, shoving his litter into his pockets.

"All good, Cap. Nurse Buckley fixed me up." Eddie nudges Buck with the toe of his boot to avoid looking at the pink of his cheeks.

"Figured he would." Bobby's eyes dart between them, and Eddie flexes his hand to ground himself in the flare of pain.

Its nothing.

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peach-teea · 1 year

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍɪᴅ/ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ꜰɪᴄ- ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the otherwise silent, dim room. Most candles had already gone out, showing how much time has already passed. Meanwhile two bodies, laying beside each other on a messy bed tired from activities that should be reserved for married couples. Accepting each others flaws and imperfections. Really, he never thought he'd ever feel so happy.

This wasn't his first time. His first time was... not pleasant to say. And he didn't want to taint the atmosphere any more by these thoughts. All he wanted to think about was you. Oh how he loved thinking about you. You were his weakness. But also his strength. Always there to hold him up when he himself couldn't. And he knows he'd do the same for you.

But he craved being intimate with the person he has had feelings for, for a long time. Which was you. The one person he loved. And now that it happened he can't be more happy that your relationship is even deeper now. Not to say he still got his... cravings for you. Now even more than ever.

But looking at your tired but dreamy face, he'll wait... perhaps in the morning you would want to again?

However first things first he wants you to sleep, you're his pretty little dove and he doesn't want you to be tired.

Taking you by your hand he pulls you in to lay on his chest.

You laughed as you put your arm around his stomach and your head on his chest.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows

The laugh ceased and you looked at him with your tired yet wanton eyes.

"Nothing, its just that I'm happy" He smiled and kissed your bare shoulder

"Me too, my dove"

A/N- due to lack of fics for my fav manhwa i decided that ill write some lil pieces! However portraying Sein is hard, he's got such mysterious personality🤔

#aisha manhua #fa ji te #sean x aisha #ayesha's secret #ayeshah’s secret #ayesha manhua #sean #sein #aisha x sein #zhang jing #manhua #manhwa #aida #fic #imagine #fanfic #x reader #not requested

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fortheloveofbuddie · 7 months

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the amazing @wildlife4life @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 and @jeeyuns 💗 (sorry if I forgot anyone 🥹)

Literally just came up with this one but holy shit it has the potential to become a good wip ahhh

Also I actually made it on a Friday aswhjsuwkgd

“Quit being such a baby!” Eddie said, eyes focused on Buck’s back. His soft skin was covered in cuts and scrapes from the tumble that he had taken down a hill a few hours prior.

Eddie had tried to warn him about it when they were out on the call but Buck being Buck had to go off on his own and had to halfway be rescued as well

Not having thought much of it, Buck had just brushed himself off and gone back to work, ignoring his aching skin.

It wasn’t until later in the day when he hadn’t shut up about it, Eddie had almost pried Buck’s shirt off in the locker room and made him sit down on a bench in front of him.

The fast yet lingering touch of the shorter mans hands on his sides had made Buck’s face burn hot and his fingertips stretch almost subconsciously to touch Eddie back.

“But you’re being way too hard!” Buck protested, nearly stumbling over his words as Eddie was standing behind him, touching his skin so gently yet the antiseptic liquid made every cut sting.

Eddie snorted at Buck’s words as he continued to rinse his wounds - how they even got to be so bad was a mystery to him. He dapped the blood away from Buck’s skin, making sure that every piece of gravel and dirt was washed away.

The funny thing about this was the fact that Eddie hadn’t even given much thought to the fact that he had actually undressed his best friend. Or well, at least his shirt.

It somehow felt natural, to be touching him and to be taking care of him like this.

Before finishing up, he placed some gauze on some of the worse spots on Buck’s back and he sighed deeply as he let his eyes trace up and down his freckled skin, simply allowing himself to take it all it.

He had seen Buck shirtless a well of times yet there was something that set this time apart from the others.

Maybe it was his lingering touch.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even hide that he was staring.

Maybe it was Buck’s slight heavy breathing that continued even after he had moved his hands away from his body.

“There you go” Eddie mumbled, his focus drifting to Buck’s muscular shoulders then up to his neck before it finally reached his biceps.

Buck had bulked up a lot over the years, filling in his uniform and his everyday clothes just a little bit more with every passing week. And Eddie fucking loved it.

How could he not?

“Thanks, Eds”

Buck’s voice was just slightly lower than usual as he reached out for Eddie’s hand over his shoulder.

Eddie placed his hand on top of Buck’s, both their hands now resting on Buck’s warm shoulder.

With a small smile on his face, Buck traced his thumb across Eddie’s calloused knuckles and for a second, all of the air in Eddie’s lungs got stuck in the back of his throat, hindering his otherwise steady breathing.

“Of course, Buck. You know that I’d do anything for you”

Eddie’s words held so much sentimental meaning yet right now, the tension between them made it clear that that wasn’t what he was going for. Far away from it actually.

He took a step closer to Buck, the distance between them a few inches and soon he allowed himself to lean fully against Buck’s naked back, feeling the heat from his skin radiating against his thighs and stomach.

“Likewise, Eddie”

Buck spoke carefully, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat and his body started to heat up in places that it really shouldn’t right now.

It became apparent that they both had feelings that they wanted to act upon as Eddie’s grip on Buck’s shoulder became a little more firm when Buck’s breathing became more and more unsteady.

“Not here”

Eddie whispered, tracing the side of Buck’s neck with the side of his index finger.

Tagging my lovelies!! @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @eddiesbvckley @eddiediaztho @disasterbuckdiaz @mattsire @bucksbirthmark @giddyupbuck @cal-daisies-and-briars @jesuisici33 @i-ghostgirl @nmcggg @edward-teachs @fionaswhvre 💗🦋

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charmixpower · 1 year

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Rules for the Winx Club's dorm

(Inspired by rules for 1-A)

Bloom: Please stop trying to use your powers in the dorms, you've set off the fire alarm so many times that all the other students think it's broken

Stella: While it's impressive you can do your make-up while sparring, please stop. I can't grade your technique if you are distracted and not trying your best

Flora: No eco crimes of any caliber or I'm banning you from the greenhouse

Tecna: Stop breaking through Alfea's defenses as a "test" of your skill. You are going to let someone slip in one of these days. I will make you a barrier to play around with, just stop doing it to the main one

Musa: Please keep your music at an acceptable volume

Hearing other people playing music is NOT a challenge

Aisha: Stop climbing the outside of the school. I will find somewhere for you to rock climb, you're scaring the other students by climbing past their windows

Stop telling the other students Bloom is God. Being the Fairy that holds the power of the Great Dragon's Flame, is not the same thing as being the Great Dragon

Bloom: Stop using your powers to convince the other students you are God

Someone using purple magic is NOT bulletproof evidence that they are Darcy. Stop attacking random students

Bloom: That goes double for you

Stella: Stop telling people Tecna is a robot

Tecna: Stop using your prosthetics to help Stella convince people you are a robot

Musa: Stop giving them new ideas

Flora: While your "onion fumes" spell is incredibly creative and amazingly useful in combat scenarios, I ask that you only use it during outdoor sparring. Making everyone's eyes burn while your sparring is something we want to avoid

Musa: The Cloud Tower girls are thankful that Riven drew the attention of monsters to make their escape, they are not "hussies" attempting to "take" anything from you. Stop trying to fight them

Saladin being unable to say no to Helia is not grounds to abuse this fact to get your hands on random specialist weapons, you've already put yourselves in the infirmary multiple times. At least get someone to train you

Aisha: This is not a challenge

Flora: Covering your enemies in hornet-attracting pollen is not an acceptable tactic to deal with bullies, please just tell me about it next time

Stop daring Aisha to do random things to see if she's naturally good at it. She probably is

Aisha: Your honor is not lost just because you can't tie a cherry stem with your tongue. Stop adding random things to your training regiment

Amaryl throwing an attack at Stella, which she batted away without a second thought, is not an acceptable reason to make a morphix monster specifically programmed to chase her around the school. I was going to expel her for that stunt anyway

Not trusting new teachers is understandable, hazing them and dumping potions of revealing on them is not. I will let you give them potions in a controlled environment

The hallways are not a controlled environment

Bloom: A specialist telling you that you'd be "prettier if you smiled" is appropriate grounds for flipping him off, not breaking his nose

Aisha: You too

Tecna: You as well

Bloom: Saying "this is exactly what her ghost warned me of" about random things in the middle of a conversation is not acceptable behavior. You are scaring the freshmen

"As the prophecy foretold" is not much better

Just because Wizigiz says something is ok does not actually make it ok

Stella: Stop making up magical artifacts. I've gotten 16 different questions about completely made-up objects and it's obvious you're the one doing this

Tecna: At least pretend to pay attention in class. I know you already know most of these things but building a robot on your desk distracts the other students

Musa: Riven leaving you on "read" is not an acceptable reason to hijack the announcement system to play break-up songs, he probably just checked his phone in between training. Stop doing this. We have actual announcements to make

At least try to be subtle about the fact that you girls are under different rules than the rest of the school. The freshmen are starting to get ideas, and I don't want to deal with that many students in detention

Especially when sneaking your boyfriends in. Yes, I know. None of you are subtle

Tecna: Stop hacking into the royal students' phones and systems. You are going to start an intergalactic war. Airing out Royalty's dirty laundry is only acceptable if it's really bad, and at least warn me first so I can find a political advisor

Aisha: Stop training the pixie animals to attack people you don't like

Bloom: Tell someone when you're going to take a surprise vacation home, last time Stella woke up the entire wing of the dorms with her screaming because she thought you were kidnapped

If you're going to get payback for Griffin giving you the runaround when you were at Cloud Tower at least don't get caught. Griffin is somehow more annoying when she's smug

Musa: Stop trying to get the girls to start a band with you, Tecna is tone-deaf, I know you're just doing this to annoy people. Stop it

Tecna: Making a complication of Erendor and Samara making fools of themselves is funny, hacking the projector system to show it during an assembly is not. Just mass text it to everyone, I know you can, you didn't need to do that

If your going to skip class because of a magical emergency it better be a real emergency or I'm going to tell your teachers to start grading your missed assignments

Stella: A bad hair day is not an emergency

Aisha: Stop intentionally riling up Riven when he's at the doom, I don't care how funny you find annoying him is, just because we can fix property damage with magic doesn't make it acceptable

Stella: Stop biting people. Just stop. It's unsanitary

Do not have Riven, Sky, and Helia at your dorm at the same time. I've heard how those two can get when Helia is there to instigate and I'm not dealing with that. If I get a hint of those three being around at the same time I'm giving you all detention

On that note, if Riven and Sky are going to be in the dorms either keep them in different rooms or have Brandon there to mediate

Tecna and Musa: Stop using your powers to freak out the freshmen when you tell them stories of your battles

Stop using your power to freak out Stella in general

Stop trying to freak out Flora, it won't work

Flora: Just because you haven't blown anything up in the lab yet, doesn't mean your experiments are permitted

Musa: Please control your pixie. She's convinced half the students she has the authority to give them detention, and while she's not wrong about their punishments, she can't keep doing this

Bloom: Lording your newfound strength above your enemies is not an acceptable way to use magic. If you're going to mess with this "Mitzi" do it during the breaks

Please be aware of who is around when you ask Brandon questions about his life as a royal guard. Ophelia has had multiple girls show up because they overheard him talking about torture in graphic detail

Flora: Please warn me when you invite Miele over. Yes, only you and only Miele. I can't even begin to describe the amount of chaos that child can cause with her bugs

If you don't warn me I'm banning all of your siblings from visiting

Bloom: Please stop avoiding the staff's questions about Kiko. He can perfectly comprehend language. Why can he comprehend language Bloom

~ Griselda, Head of Discipline

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thepariahcontinuum · 5 months

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Are there any good Aisha x Alec fics people can recommend to me?

Cos those two have the potential for the sweetest, most heartfelt story..... Whilst also being insufferable dicks with immaculate comedic timing.

#wormblr #worm web serial #Parahumans #worm fanfiction #aisha laborn #alec vasil #Imp #Regent #Fic recs #story recs

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Cold touch (IceFairy!Reader x Riven)

Requested by: @kxhrixhr, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves

Summary: Reader is an Ice fairy, when Bloom & her have a go against each other, leaves an incident for Riven to lose control and be honest about his hidden feelings. (Warnings! cursing)

“Look at this cute thing.” – exclaimed Terra, stroking the petals of the flower she was holding. She held the potted flower out to you, letting you get a closer look at it. – “Beautiful.” – answered you, leaning in closer. – “Did… did you make this one?” – you slowly rose, looking up to her. Terra nodded happily. Terra admired her own flower again, feeling extremely proud, as she should be. – “I think it’s my favorite flower.” – said you, making Terra laugh. – “Don’t be silly Y/n, I know your favorite flower is a blue flax. You chuckled with your hand before your mouth. – “Perhaps but a girl can have more then one favorite flower.” – you held your hands out to her.

Terra placed the pot in your hands so you could observe it more closely. – “What a weed!” – heard you from behind you. You quirked your eyebrow up, Terra taking the potted flower back from you. One of the specialists came closer, grinning. – “Don’t listen to him Terra.” – advised you, turning Terra away from the guy. He kept bugging you, lowering himself a bit in a ridiculing gesture. – “You made that ugly weed?” – laughed he out, pointing at the flower.

You were normally very kind and sweet but jerks like that made your blood turn to ice. – “I didn’t seem to ask for your opinion.” – replied you, getting a pull on your sleeve from Terra. The guy scoffed when two more specialists approached, one of them Riven. He kept laughing, throwing his arm over his friend that arrived. – “Hideous right!” – pointed he out. – “A weed you’d piss on.” – Terra’s eyes turned glossy, trying her very best to hold back her tears. Bringing your hand into a fist, stepped you up to them. – “Say that again! I dare you!” – spitted you out, a cold breeze smoking up from your fist. Riven chuckled amusingly as you turned sharply towards him. – “Don’t even start!” – called you out.

Riven threw his hands up with a smug expression. – “So cold.” – responded he, pretending to be struck in the heart. Rolling your eyes, grabbed you Terra away from them. – “Don’t listen to them Terra! They wouldn’t even distinguish a troll from looking in the mirror.” – You mocked loud enough for them to hear. Riven chuckled amusingly at your comment as the other two were trying to figure out if you just insulted them or not. You entangled your arm with hers, rubbing her arm soothingly. Terra smiled at you, feeling the soft cold on her arm, but she was so used to it, it barely bothered her.

In the afternoon were you at the training grounds. You sat down with Bloom, listening to him. – “Well obvious fire would give more damage.” – scoffed Bloom with a cheeky smile. You gaped at her, stunned to speak. – “I beg your pardon.” – said you. – “Fire always wins from ice.” – pointed she out, swaying her ponytail over her shoulder. – “Says who?” – asked you loudly. – “Uhm… chemistry?” – answered Bloom as if you were truly dumb. Squinting your eyes at her, dared you her to say that again. – “Are you saying I am weak?” – the coldness crept into your voice, leaving a cold haze brushing over your knuckles. – “No, that’s not what I said.” – chuckled she out, waving her hands across.

“But you said it like that.” – reminded you, glaring at her. Sky pinched his nose-bridge gently. – “How about a demonstration? Would that please you ladies?” – suggested he, laying the offer out. Bloom turned to look at you. You stared right back at her. Both of you got up, walking over to the platform. – “Just… just be careful both of you!” – called Sky out. Bloom shook her hands loose, letting catch on fire. You simply stretched your fingers gracefully as the tips turned icy blue. A cold fog hovering around your hands. Sky stood near the platform on a remote distance.

Bloom shot a firebolt in your direction as you deflected it with your icy hands. There was no denying that you felt the heat that stung a bit. You blasted a stream of coldness towards her. Bloom shot her hand out, greeting your blast in the center with her fire one. Where fire and ice clashed together emerged a boll. Ice shards splintered out of the ball along with snippets of fire glistering’s. Sky took a few steps back, mesmerized by the effect it had. Ice clashing into fire. You set more force on your hand, letting colder out. Bloom did the same, not backing out. Both Bloom and your hand were trembling as the intensity slowly pushed you backwards.

Calling it out, fought you with everything you had inside of you. Bloom her cheeks were trembling. She was astonished by the effect fire and ice had together. She thought it would be an easy fight. When both of you were near the edge, let you go. A wave of energy bursting between the two of you. You leaped forwards, catching your breath. Bloom had to do the same, clutching her chest. Sky slowly clapped. – “I kind of want to do that again.” – preached Bloom excitedly. – “Not me.” – breathed you out. Inhaling sharply, found you a bit of your strength back.

Riven had widened his eyes at the sudden burst of power he saw. Fire and ice clashing. He saw Bloom and you on the platform, catching your breath. That must have forced a lot of energy of the both of you. He slowly made his way over. – “I’m done.” – said you, making your way over to Sky. – “But Y/n wait!” – called Bloom out. You shook your head. Bloom shot her hand out to you; unaware it was still on fire. You screamed it out when a fire blast hit you right against the arm. It blasted you off your feet, rolling over the platform to a sudden stop. – “Y/n!” – shouted Riven out, hurrying over. Bloom stared in shock at her own hands. – “I…I…I didn’t mean to…” – said she, looking at Sky. Riven jumped up to the platform as you were pulling yourself up.

“Y/n!” – called he out again, running up to you. You weakly got onto your feet as he was ready to catch you if you would fall. Sky got onto the platform, going over to Bloom. – “Who’s idiotic idea was this?” – spitted he out, glaring at both of them. You called it softly out in pain, feeling your arm burning. You quickly rolled your sleeve up, seeing red marks appear on your arm. They burnt, making you squeal silently in pain. Riven widened his eyes at your marks. Sky and Bloom stared in shock at you. Riven was about to grab your wrist, wanting to pull it towards him when you collapsed from the pain. He quickly caught you before your body could smack the ground. At the same time wanted Sky to run over, wanting to check it up closely.

“Well don’t just fucking stand there! Help me!” – yelled he out. Sky rushed to his aid, helping him carry you inside. Bloom ran in a different direction to get Dowling or Silva anyone that could help her. – “Which one of you fucking twats came up with the idea!” – bit Riven, glaring at Sky whilst holding you in his arms. Sky clenched his jaw, opening the door for Riven to walk in. – “Who!” – demanded he to know, roaring loudly. – “I did!” – called Sky agitated back, spinning sharply to him. Riven had to stop abruptly. – “Well you’re a fucking genius!” – mocked he with every intention to hurt him. Sky bit the guilt away.

In the hallway encountered they Silva and Dowling. Silva took you over from Riven. – “Wait… I can… Silva!” – called he out, trying to fight it. Silva glared at him, stealing you away from him. Dowling touched your forehead brief. With a calm but worried look rushed she with Silva towards your room. Riven went in pursuit wanting to be around. On their heel, wanted he to be there. He wanted to be by your side. Farah held her finger stern up to him, shutting the door in front of him. – “Fuck!” – grunted Riven out, kicking his foot against the door. He then slammed his fists against the hardwood, furious that he was left out. – “Riven…” – said Sky, touching his shoulder. – “Don’t fucking touch me!” – shouted he, moving his arm out of the way.

Shaking his head furiously, took he, his leave. He made his way onto the green fields, sitting furiously down. Nibbling on his lip, wondered he how this ever could’ve happened. Were they stupid or something? Fire and Ice never mixed. Riven pulled his knees closer to his chest, holding his arms around them. He scoffed once, batting his eyes up to the sky. It left him speechless to know Sky was such an idiot on that matter. Why would he even suggest such a thing. Then Riven widened his eyes. Why was he so bugged about it?

Sure, you were what Riven could call ‘a friend’, but nothing more. Why… why did he overreacted so. Scratching his head tried he to figure it out. From afar saw he Stella and Musa. He rolled his eyes at them. Then came Beatrix in sight, narrowing his eyes at her. Sure she was cool, but to his surprise felt he nothing special for her. There was just something about you that seemed to increase his craving. The teasing and ridiculous comments having perhaps a deeper meaning. Riven laughed at himself for being so oblivious and so simple. Getting up wanted he to check up on you.

He encountered Sky in front of your door. He was about to bush past him when a vast hand against his chest stopped him. – “You can’t go in yet.” – stated Sky, crossing his arms. Riven tilted his head a bit to the side with a wicked grin. – “Dowling is helping her.” – Riven licked his lips brief, looking away. – “If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t be needing help right now!” – Riven shoved Sky against the door, making him cradle his arms against his chest. – “I know I shouldn’t have let them have a go at it.” – answered Sky full of guilt. – “She wanted to stop!” – Riven got up in his face, staring coldly at him.

“You should’ve contained your girlfriend better.” – Sky clenched his jaw, puffing up his chest. He was about to say something back when the door opened. Sky jumped aside, making some room. Farah was the one opening the door, showing Riven a glimpse of your room. He got on his toes, looking into your room. Without thinking much off it, pushed he Dowling aside at the sight of you. He shut the door behind him, giving a clear warning no one was allowed to enter. Farah stared confused at Sky. – “How… how is she?” – asked Sky, following her. – “She will be alright.”

Riven walked up to your bed, inhaling sharply. He saw you laying peacefully down. You were drenched in sweat. Your hair, cloths, everything. Riven came sitting on the bed with you, moving some sticky hair aside. Biting his lip nervously, looked he down at your arm. He was afraid to touch it, but relieved to see the marks were not so visible anymore. – “What are you doing to me Y/n.” – whispered he out, admiring you. He turned his gaze to your room, observing it. What kind of books you had, posters, even plants. He saw a blue flax flower on your desk, thinking it was so you. Chuckling at himself found he himself foolish for falling so hard. Riven staid by your side till you woke up. He needed reassurance that you were alright.

A couple days after the incident were you making your way across the hallway. Holding a few of your textbooks in your hand. Riven was leaning against a pillar. He removed himself from it once at the sight of you. – “Y/n!” – called he out. You made your way over with a cheeky smile. – “How you feeling?” – asked he. – “Better.” – replied you, showing him your arm. He took a hold of your wrist, taken back by the cold feeling for a second. It never occurred to him that you had a cold touch. You looked shyly away, thinking he might find it too cold. Riven pulled your arm more up, trailing with his right hand’s fingers upwards.

It tickled, sending a rush up your spine. He leaned in with a smirk on his face. – “I like the cold.” – said he with a smug face. You got flustered, looking blushingly away. He noticed it, gleaming with amusement at how easily you got bashful around him. – “I…I…I have to go.” – said you, pulling your arm out of his gentle grip. Biting your lip nervously, hurried you away in a blushing state. Riven smiled, finding it so cute that he could get to you so easily. – “Y/n wait up!” – called he out, hurrying after you. He offered to carry your books, letting his shoulder bump playfully against yours. You looked up to him, admiring him. Who knew Riven could be such a gentleman.

Not long after became Riven and you an item. Perhaps a weird pairing to others, but to you it felt right. It wasn’t the first time a bad boy fell in love with a sweetheart.

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