#also all of the juniors have a purple ribbon so if at any moment they need to

[featherfur]

Thinking about Jiang Cheng slipping into the soft Zongshu role around the juniors that normally only Jin Ling and the youngest Jiang’s get to see.

Just like walking past Lan Sizhui and gently patting his head with a quiet ‘Nice work, get some dinner’ and walks on without noticing. Every time he sees Sizhui, he always tells him that they have some food that is blander to make sure they’re not overwhelmed. He has helped him redo his hair after falling in the lake and Lan Sizhui has never had someone be so gentle when tying his hair up.

Jiang Cheng sees Lan Jingyi failing at making a flower crown (it’s for a prank he swears, not because he thinks it makes him look pretty) and he bends over without an ounce of judgement and shows him three times until he gets it, and Lan Jingyi sees a ghost of a smile when Lan Jingyi tells him, very matter of factly that this is not for himself.

Ouyang Zizhen shows up a few days early, intending to meet up with the other juniors and Jiang Cheng greets him at the gate and brings him into his office for tea. They go over a few things about sect business (and god Zizhen always gets whiplash about how genuinely Jiang Cheng listens to his opinions and his ideas unlike Sect Leader Yao who insists he’s too young) and then talk about Drama, because Zizhen knows everything going on and Jiang Cheng thinks the romantic idiocy that happens in other sects is absolutely the funniest thing and he wants to hear about it.

#jiang cheng #the untamed #mdzs #Jiang wanyin #Lan Sizhui #Lan Jingyi #ouyang zizhen #Jin Ling #Jin rulan #sect leader Jiang #fluff #also all of the juniors have a purple ribbon so if at any moment they need to #they can pretend to be Jiang and hide amongst his disciples #really only Sizhui and Jingyi can get away with it because they’re not known as sect leader or heir #but Jin Ling already had one and Zizhen is Jiang Cheng’s favorite of his adopted nephews #jin Ling tried to do the same thing and give them a gold ribbon but then panicked becuase someone pointed out that #it’s one thing for a sect leader in a parental role to do it #it’s another thing for their best friend to do it and they might think it’s a courtship #offer and Jin Ling had an absolute breakdown about Emotions and now he just buys them shiny fancy head pieces #no one’s had the heart to tell him that’s way worse then a joke ribbon that was intended to be a dick move #because the Junior’s kept showing up at Yunmeng Jiang and wouldn’t fucking leave

[full-hd-sun]

Play with Fire(18+ story Donghyuck/Mark)

Pairing:

Mark/Donghyuck

Warnings and genres:

PWP, Kinks, Sensory Deprivation, Temperature play, Love bites, Shibari, Some Explicit Language

Summary:

- You wanted to see me? - suddenly says Haechan, leaning against the door, which frightened Mark.

It seems to him that the younger one specially send him to Hong Kong with his words, actions, body, and with his endless love, which fills in all the air in older one lungs, so that Mark breathes only with him.

     - You wanted to see me? - suddenly says Haechan, leaning against the door which frightened Mark.

  He thinks the younger one specially sends him to Hong Kong with his words, actions, body, and with his endless love, which fills all the air in his lungs so that the older one breathes only with him.

  He has only towel on his body, exposing the pelvic bones, which in the moon's light look especially alluring. Mark can also pick up a subtle lavender scent that is intertwined with coffee notes.

        - Ah. I wanted not only to see you, kitten. - and it works on the maknae, like a kind of trigger: he goes inside room, closes the door behind him, slowly kneels down and crawls to the hyung’s bed like a graceful cat. Mark need not see his eyes, but he feels how predatory his “sun “looks at him. He crawls to the bed, runs his fingertips over the knuckles of aristocratic hands, climbing onto the bed and not taking his eyes off the elder. Mark closes his eyes, intertwining their fingers, and reaches for a kiss, but Haechan’s palm, which resting on his chest, stopped him.

        - Hyung, today I want to try something new ... - with these words, he takes off his towel, sitting on the hyung, and pulls out a few ice cubes from the bag was on the nightstand.

        - What are you going to… - Mark doesn’t have time to ask when Donghyuck puts an ice piece in his mouth and, with a predatory smile, approached the elder’s lips, covering them with his own. The Canadian immediately felt a pleasant chill on his lips. His lips are dry and thin, but he knows how to use them so that, even with some of their faults, he can drive maknae to delirium tremens. He opens his mouth wider, allowing the kiss to deepen, catching a shudder from Haechan’s cold tongue. Suddenly, something cold applies to Mark’s nipples, and he wants to pull away, but Hae holds him with a steel grip.

  Haechan runs a cube along the halos of one nipple, then the other, and rises to the neck, and with his fingertips he finds the pulsating vein and runs the rest of the ice over it. The ice melts from Mark’s already heated body, so it forces him to break the kiss to lick off the rest of the water. But that would be too easy, so he decides that it would be beautiful if the hyung’s neck was covered with rosebuds. Having licked off the water, he ceases to be tender, and presses his teeth and sucks the skin, leaving beautiful, burgundy-colored buds on the dark skin, which tomorrow will bloom with scarlet, purple, crimson roses.

  Mark’s hands tremble in the iron grip of Donghyuck’s fingers as he rolls him onto the cold sheets and lifts his head with his fingers, prying his chin, revealing a view of the chic neck. He reaches for the nightstand, which has a thick blindfold on it. Mark finds it hard to breathe. As soon as a person loses one sense, all the others are active. Haechan blindfolded his hyung, which sharpens his hearing to the maximum, feels his blood running through his veins, hears his own heart beating wildly, how his maknae breathes, and every breath he takes is a loss of control for Mark-ie.

        - If it will be painful - just tell me, - the younger whispers in his ear, tying a bandage and running his cold tongue along the conch of his ear, slightly biting the lobe at the end. With his whispers, he sends billions of signals per millisecond, forcing his body to work in a more frantic rhythm. Don runs his hand over his chest, and Min, because of inability to see, literally feels every joint and knuckle of his graceful hand.

        - Oh.. Okay, - Mark by touch searches for Haechan, bumping into his hips, gently placing his hands on them and with his fingertips leading to the top. His skin is too velvety to be real.

        - No, no, babe. Today I’m on top. - Haechan stops any attempts to seize power from the elder. - Shall we try shibari? I know several nodes. Yuta-hyung kindly agreed to teach them.

  From the very tiny, at first glance, bag, Donghyuck pulls out a not quite small rope. He lowers the elder to the floor and sits him on his knees. The first thing Lee-junior does is tie his hands, leaving no chance of getting out. Then he puts the rope on his chest and makes the first cross, he made three more such crosses for sure. Then two loops appear on the neck which confuses Mark a little, but he does not show it, because he likes everything so far and he frankly enjoys what is happening. Meanwhile, the rope moved to the back, then pulled over the thin waistline, and then Haechan made some last knots on the hips.

  He walked away to look at his “work of art” and take a picture, because when else would he have time to be on top. With a satisfied smile, Haechan walked over to Mark and roughly grabbed him by the knots on his chest.

        - Mark. Explain to me why you spend so much time with Yuta-hyung? Hmm? I mean nothing to you anymore? Bastard... - with these words, Mark got a resounding slap in the face, because he deserved it, and Mark Lee was even more turned on when Donghyuck was so rude.

        - It’s time to fuck you, so you can remember who you belong to forever.- he puts his hand on the place of impact, and lightly touched his lips somewhere to the back of his head.

  Haechan pushed Mark to the floor, spreading his legs apart as far as the rope would allow. He wanted to fuck Minhyun roughly, but at the last moment he took pity and turned him over, putting him on his knees, which parted from excitement and operas on his chest to stretch.

         - Mark-iiiee... You like everything, right? Say something.

  The answer was an unrestrained groan of pain mixed with pleasure rolling slowly, his lungs refuse to take in air, which makes it unrealistic to breathe.

         - I want you to see me take you, so I will untie the bandage. But not all at once, but for now, enjoy stretching. And yes, you won’t end until I say ... - after these words, he fastened the ring on the elder’s penis, and Mark whined in displeasure.

  Haechan smeared lubricant on his palm and entered the first icy finger inside. He entered unexpectedly with little difficulty, as if Mark had already played with himself before. The second followed the first finger. It makes sense, isn’t it? When there were already three fingers in the body of Mark, he himself sat on them.

        - Mark-ie, I think you’re ready. - Haechan takes out his fingers, lubricates his penis and puts it to Minhyun’s hole with a characteristic and stupid squelch. Keeping his promise, Donghyuck unties the ribbon in front of his eyes, and right there in the mirror opposite, Mark observes a rather interesting picture: he lies with his chest on the floor, all tied up and with red cheeks.

  At such a sight, Mark’s dick jerked, and he groaned, asking for more than frightening Donghyuck a little, because while he was stretching him, he was practically silent, like a partisan, and now suddenly he spoke.

  In one movement, Haechan entered the pliable body and immediately picked up a quick pace. Mark moaned at the top of his voice, not afraid that someone might hear them.

        - Look in the mirror. - sounded like an order. Mark must obey if he wants to cum. - You moan like a real whore. Can it be more melodic or what?

        - I’m not Beethoven or Bach for you to moan more melodic, - Mark squeezed out through groans, to which Haechan just grinned.

  After a while, Lee-junior felt a quick discharge and squeezed harder on the loops around Minhyun’s neck, from which he choked. Maknae admires how beautifully the rope digs into this delicate dark skin, enjoys this perfection. Mark gasps for air like a fish, bite his already bleeding lips into the meat, tries to twitch his hips so that the younger finally remembers that besides physical satisfaction, he must still somehow breathe. Senior Lee heard only a quiet “Cum ... “and felt that he finally removed this stupid ring from his cock. Then Donghyuck dig his teeth into his shoulder, and Mark felt something warm inside him ...

        The guys were just lying on the floor, trying to decide on such a bold act as going to the shower.

         - It was unforgettable ... Now, untie me, everything is numb.

  With the last of his strength, Haechan got up and untied the knots from the rope.

        - Once again, If I see you with Yuta-hyung - I will fuck so freaking hard that you cannot sit for a month.

        - Okay, so I need to be with him more often.

        - Sounds like a good plan.

#nct #nct fic #nct smut #markhyuck #pwp #nctpwp #nct 127 #nct dream #fiction #writing

[rosethornewrites]

T and G rated fics I read this weekend!

This is all The Untamed/MDZS fics.

So I learned last week that I can only add 100 links. And I read over 100 fics 😬 so now this is gonna be two posts. Additionally, I’ll likely start posting these daily from now on. It just gets to be a lot.

Finished:

Tumblr Fics:

BEETOBER 2021 DAY 2 - EARRING, by @bloody-bee-tea

Rated T:

find a home in him, by makebelieveanything and nerdzeword

“Come on a-Cheng, let’s go,” she prodded, gently ushering him out the door as she handed off jackets to both boys.

“Why the fuck is he always doing stupid shit and making us run after him for?” Jiang Cheng complained as he shrugged into his jacket, Lan Wangji donning his own in silence.

“Wangji?” Yanli prodded gently. “Are you alright?”

“... what if we never find him?”

“We will,” Yanli said confidently.

or Modern AU where Wei Wuxian runs away from his foster home when he turns 18, and it doesn't end the way he planned.

My Brother's Keeper - Purple Years (The first stage of grief), by ArchiveWriter

Set after WWX plunges from the cliff after the battle at Nightless City. The ramblings of Jiang Cheng's mind in the first stage of grief, flicking back and forth between the past and then.

thank you, drunk me, by carmiemaybe (glazedlilies)

Or where Lan Zhan is confused at Wei Ying's behaviour after the previous, drunken night's events.

This Grave Will Not Be Mine, by Rana Eros (ranalore)

The Burial Mounds' claim to Wei Wuxian has been superceded.

Qinghe Jue, by Merinnan

Nie Mingjue promised to protect his brother. He wasn't going to let qi deviating and dying at Jinlintai stop him from keeping that promise.

With What Proof, by Preludian_Staves

"I know he did it!"

"What proof do you have?"

Meeting the Family, by sami (part of a series)

Wei Wuxian has a secret.

I’ll stick to my single-log bridge till it’s dark, by autumncolour

Can’t anyone give me a nice, favorable road to walk on?

Lan Wangji leaves the Burial Mounds. Wei Wuxian gets drunk. The night in Yiling is clear and dark, and full of thick, half-understood longing.

Love Me on the Sunlit Grass, by Eliza (second in a series)

Zizhen will always be there when Jin Ling calls in a panic about his uncle.

the mutability of survival, by tunnelOFdawn

All the ways Lan Zhan, Wei Ying, and Jiang Cheng could have died in canon.

i'll keep walking, by justdoityoufucker

Wen Qing died.

This, she knows; from the painful lick of flames to the unavoidable choking that came with the smoke to the wickedly satisfied grin on Jin Guangshan’s face before she closed her eyes the last time. She hoped, those last few moments, that it would be the end. Wei Wuxian would be free, and the last remnants of their family would be safe. She hoped that Wen Ning wouldn’t feel any pain, when the time came for him to follow her.

-

Or, the one where Wen Qing ends up in the past and fixes the future.

Rated G:

天涯之外 / beyond the world's end, by yuer (vintageblueskies)

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says, his voice cracks open in a way Wei Wuxian has never heard before. He crosses over to where Wei Wuxian is still sitting; Wei Wuxian starts to scramble up, but Lan Wangji just shakes his head, gets to his knees next to him. And isn't that something? The untouchable Hanguang-jun on his knees in the Burial Mounds, dirtying his pristine robes to sit next to Wei Wuxian.

-

or, lan wangji returns to the burial mounds

Song of My Heart, Mate of My Soul, by SakuraKage

The Gusu Lan are said to have an innate connection with music. The Gusu Lan are also said to love deeply – with their whole soul – so deeply that they seem to only be able to fall in love once.

Lan Wangji knows these rumours. He also knows the truth, or close to it, as it has been handed down through the generations. Their connection to music runs far deeper than the other sects could dream. Every Lan heart contains a song, a musical piece that encapsulates the very fiber of their being, and it only comes to life under a specific set of circumstances. The parameters to unlock your heartsong are highly disputed, but the generally accepted condition to fill is … to meet your soulmate.

see your face, hear my voice in the dark, by arypls

Wei Wuxian is having trouble falling asleep but Lan Wangji is there with gentle words and soothing touches to show his husband he's no longer alone.

If I knew what safety looked like, by askanis

Beautiful, brave Wei Ying is waiting for Lan Zhan to tell her she cannot be all of who she is. She will listen, if Lan Zhan says this. If Lan Zhan even looks uncomfortable, Wei Ying will take this back and never mention it again. Will pretend that this is not her truth, perhaps until she believes it herself.

And Lan Zhan will never get to fully see Wei Ying for who Wei Ying is.

underneath the magnolias, by krizzlesandblues

Summer in Cloud Recesses means iced fruits sent by merchants, more practical trainings for juniors, with some of them catching up on their lessons.

But for the youngest members of GusuLan Sect, summer means classes under the big magnolia tree.

Word Up, Talk the Talk, by Larryissocute

It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.

Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.

Hai Shi — Sleeping Hours, by Saint Er (wwxsays_er)

It's right before bedtime, when a drunk Wei Wuxian shows up on Lan Wangji's door, and suddenly, this has now become Lan Wangji's problem.

In the Silence, by XianleDianxia

With his husband and son on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian is left to his own thoughts. His temperament is not as calm as Lan Wangji would like it to be.

intervention (how to convince your very gay brother that he, is in fact, gay), by okok29

"You guys hold hands all the time around campus and he takes you out to brunch every Saturday. He even brings you roses," Jiang Cheng emphasizes.

"Yeah, as bros do!" Wei Ying says cheerfully.

jiang cheng tries to forcibly drag wei ying out of the closet.

No Regrets, by Sarehz

Lan Zhan gives his forehead ribbon to Wei Wuxian as a sign of his love.

Look Down to Reminisce About My Hometown, by Nadat (one-shot series)

A collection of short stories following a Promptember list; will add tags and alter the rating as appropriate. It will be mostly live action show canon but I may borrow here and there from the book if something strikes me.

jin ling's uncles and aunts, by saheeli

jin zixuan invites all of jin ling's uncles and aunts to his birthday party. there are more than he even thought possible.

Helianthus, by tinykira

"Say, Lan Zhan. Do you know that when people die, they become plants?"

~

The Jingshi, which was formerly called as The Gentian House, is now also full of sunflowers.

Magical Marriage Ribbons, by starandrea

But consider this: the Lan forehead ribbons are magical, and the mountain knows it. (It takes Wei Ying less than a day after Lan Yi’s cave to realize more than just her wards consider him family.)

Or: If you’re accidentally betrothed to your classmate in a mostly legitimate life or death situation, how long can you wait to tell him before he finds out by accident?

their mothers sons, by silversshadow

In one world Jiang Fengmian gave Wei Ying more attention than he did either of his own children. In this world he can barely look at the child.

A series of short looks into a different timeline.

You blow me away, by silverclaw

Lan Zhan’s neighbour is playing a song that has been stuck in his head for ages. The neighbour just so happens to be the singer of said song and he’s supposedly laying low.

Echo Of My Heart, by ColdBloodedReptile

A short insight of Lan Wangji's thoughts during Dafan Mountain, CQL version.

And the scene in Jingshi before Wei Wuxian wakes ft Lan Sizhui.

A new score, by Lhaewiel

Wei Wuxian does not know this new score. It is evening, Gusu looks like a painting during this time of the year, with snow slowly falling down and covering the court outside.

Parallel Lines, by Sarehz

Wei Ying: Lan Zhan is going to break up with me!

Nie Huaisang: No, he's not. But please tell me in great detail why you think that.

Jiang Cheng: [Unfortunately sharing an apartment with Nie Huaisang and therefore has no choice but to listen] Please leave me out of this.

Why Wei Ying Shouldn’t Matchmake, by PrinceJakeFireCake

Lan Wangji is NOT jealous of Jiang Cheng. He’s just trying to figure out why Wei Ying likes him so much. Wei Ying thinks it’s great that Lan Zhan has a crush on his brother. (Hint: he does not)

to home, by Guinny (4 chapters)

'My Wei Ying,

It seems that we are winning the war. Wait for me. I will come home. I will come home to you. We will spend the rest of our lives in peace. Far from all of this. In a place that is quiet and there's only us.

Yours,

Lan Zhan.’

if you love him, never let go, by cloud_wanderer

three times lan wangji let go, and the one time he swore to never do it again

Hard to forget, by Lucky_Moonly

“Aiya sorry for interrupting what must be a very interesting read,” a boy who seemed to be a first year as well, cheekily exclaimed, before he smiled widely at Lan Wangji and he stepped inside the compartment. “But did you perchance see my pet axolotl? He’s black and he’s missing one of his front legs!”

in sickness & in flames, by talesfromthecryptid (2 chapters)

the one in which lan wangji has a cold and wei wuxian fusses over him and falls even more in love with him, something he didn't even know was possible but oh, it really is.

learning and the dead, by northofallmusic (tofsla)

In a small house of his own, after everything, Wen Ning works with his hands.

Unpredictable, by canis_m

If Lan Wangji had said a few more things while drunk in Qinghe.

Waited For Precious Moments Such As This, by Preludian_Staves

He would not trade these precious moments away for anything in the world.

Unfinished:

Rated T:

No Regrets, by AluraRose

Lan Wangji took a deep breath, centered himself, and swallowed his pride.

“I apologize.” He bowed low to Jiang Wanyin and held it. “I wish only to help your brother. I humbly request access, and give my word that I will touch nothing and speak to no one of what I see.”

“I can’t just let you in there!”

“Even to save Wei Ying?”

And suddenly the wind seemed to go out of the sails of Jiang Wanyin’s anger. “I can’t” he repeated more quietly.

In order to save Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji must first convince Jiang Wanyin to trust him.

Your Name On My Chest, by Director_XuanWu

Lan Wangji is the president, at the beginning of his second year on his first term.

Wei Wuxian, his ex fiancé, was dishonorably discharged from the military because of a well hidden scandal.

They meet again after 13 years. Lan Wangji will drop everything for him. Wei Wuxian will sacrifice himself for him again. What does it take to finally be together? Too many goodbyes, too many heartaches. Yet they conquer all.

Whatever it takes, by Moonlit_dewdrops

Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian are sent back to the past. This time, they can save everyone they love. They can make the right choices. They can learn to trust one another. However, everything comes with a price.

underneath your skin, by tardigradeschool

Wei Wuxian falls into the Burial Mounds. His body walks out.

White Flames in a Red Sky, by ZipZapZop

Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to run away in the middle of a snowstorm.

OR

Wei Wuxian needs help, but he can’t understand that for the life of him.

and so it goes, by doyeorem (pomellogranate)

"While a person is dead in one particular moment, they are still alive and well in all of the other moments of their life, because all of time exists at once."

-

In which Hanguang-jun is at Qiongqi Path, and instead of Jin Zixuan's death, he witnesses Wei Ying throw himself in the way of a punch from the Ghost General, and three swords - one of which is Bichen.

The Burial Mounds is enraged and offended, and many suffer for it.

Purgatory Divinity, by sinfulempire

"Your third and final mission is to rewrite history, Wei Wuxian."

In which Wei Wuxian, the son of the Heavenly Demon Empress, Cangse Sanren and the Celestial, Wei Changze has to rewrite history in order to prove himself worthy of the throne, however, this was a mission that he did not sign himself up for.

[WARNING!! WARNING!! System error, system erro-]

"What-"

Upon accepting the mission, Wei Wuxian found himself back in the past. He had returned to his 6 year old body accompanied by the system at the dingy streets of Yiling- far before Jiang Fengmian had found him and took him in.

Wei Wuxian was alone and surrounded by numerous hound dogs.

Rated G:

Coil Tightly, by Thunderstruck (Blueyed_Impala)

When Wei Wuxian stumbles across a shady pet store in the back alley of his new town he ends up leaving with a companion for life, and more than he bargained for.

Forced apologies, by Io_Palladium

Jiang Cheng confronts Lan Zhan after Wei Yings punishment and it changes everything.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #cql #mdzs #untamed fanfiction

[love-and-monsters]

Emery the Incubus

Hope you’re all in the mood for a short, but sweet piece about two musicians. Also, my finals are coming up in the next two weeks, so I’m going to take a break from writing until it’s all over. I just need a little bit of extra time for school.

M Incubus X GN Reader, 2,793 words

You sat onstage. Your fingers trembled as they worked over the strings, your bow drawing out the notes in long, mournful chords. The song was not complicated, but it was your own, and that bit of nerves makes everything more difficult. When your fingers shake, it is hard to keep them on the right strings. The hand holding the bow was slightly numb and you hoped that you weren’t going to drop it onstage.

The song came to a crescendo, then down to a close. You took a deep breath, stood, and dipped your head in a bow.

Applause filtered up from the audience. You straightened back up, hoping that no one could see your knees shaking from a distance. You couldn’t make out anyone’s faces in the audience, couldn’t tell if they were politely disinterested or genuinely enthusiastic. With another deep breath, you straightened and walked offstage.

Your professor was waiting in the wings and he nodded at you as you moved backstage. “All right. Persimmon, you’re up. Head to the front of the stage. Can we get one of the stagehands to clear everything off?”

Slowly, you made your way all the way backstage, into the little room for performers, and sat down. Your knees refused to stop shaking.

There was only one other person in the backstage room. He did not help your nervousness. He was an incubus- you thought. You were pretty sure. Technically, he could be a tiefling. Both had large, curling horns, thin, often spine-tipped, tails, and larger-than-average canine teeth. Teiflings, though, often had red, blue, or purple skin, while the man in the room with you had deep tan skin. It didn’t mean he couldn’t be a tiefling, though- sometimes they had human-colored skin. What made you suspect that he was an incubus, though, was exactly how pretty he was.

There was something strong and sharp in his features, with an elegant profile and a perpetually thoughtful, half-lidded expression on his face. He was muscular and strong-looking, with long legs and his shiny, black hair was slightly curly and always tied off with a ribbon. It wasn’t just you that thought so. You had seen at last half the students in any class you had with him alternating between staring and desperately trying to look like they weren’t staring. An incubus couldn’t attract people who weren’t attracted to his gender, but anyone who was attracted to men, regardless of whether or not he was strictly their taste, would find themselves drawn to him.

Given exactly how much everyone seemed to fall over him seconds after meeting, you thought that incubus was a good guess for his species.

He fiddled with his bow, plucking a few strings on the violin he held under his chin. His musical skills were fine, if a little bit middling, but he also didn’t need great skill. He was only aiming for a minor in music, his major being taken up by biology.

“How did it go?” You jumped, slightly startled. He rarely spoke, even in class, and his voice tended to be rather quiet.

“It went fine,” you said and felt pleased that you hadn’t tripped over your own tongue. “Are you up next?”

He plucked a few more strings before retuning. “In two.” It was the single longest conversation you’d ever had with him, which wasn’t hard considering that the only competition was an exchange of apologies after you’d run into each other. He drew his bow across the strings, producing a low chord.

“You’re sharp.” The words came from your mouth before you even thought about them. It was practically a reflex. He looked at you. His eyes were a startling shade of purple, and the shock of realizing that prevented a hasty apology for your intrusion.

He stared at you for a moment, then looked back at his violin and twisted a peg. He drew his bow over the strings again, and looked at you in askance.

“Yeah, that’s better,” you said.

“How did you know that?” he asked.

“I have perfect pitch. And a cello and a violin aren’t that different.”

“Ah,” he said. He sank down into a chair and rested his violin on his lap. “I should have guessed.” He rested his hands over his violin, fiddling with his fingers. “I heard your performance.”

You nodded. “And?”

“It was good,” he said. “It was… beautiful.” He picked up his violin, examined it for a moment, placed it back in his lap. “You wrote it?”

“Two of the pieces are my own. The other three are just classical pieces I thought fit the theme.”

“They were all very good,” he said. You shrugged.

“I missed a note in my second piece.” You had also failed to crescendo the preferred amount in one of your own songs and the other had a bit of complicated playing at the end that you hadn’t been entirely been happy with, but hadn’t had the time to keep going over.

“Only one note?” He barked out an anxious laugh. “I’ll be lucky if I miss less than half of them.”

“I’ve heard you play before. You aren’t bad.” There were occasional class performances, and he’d managed to be perfectly adequate every time. He’d never managed anything overly tricky, but he’d also never bombed any pieces.

Persimmon left the stage. The incubus watched her as she passed and as the next performer took the stage. He played with his violin bow, tapping it lightly against his leg.

“I wish I was as good as you are,” he said. You glanced at him. He was staring at the ground, a tight smile on his face. “Then maybe I wouldn’t be so nervous to go onstage.”

“I still get stage fright. I thought I was going to drop my bow when I played tonight,” you told him. He looked faintly surprised.

“Really? But your playing is so beautiful…” He trailed off.

“It never feels good enough. And no matter how many times I practice, I could still miss a note or forget a section. And if I miss one note, I am much more likely to miss more. I am always nervous before I go onstage.”

His expression shifted. “You’d never know. You always look so calm.”

“Practice,” you said. “If it helps, you could probably get away with a charming enough smile. Looks are half the battle when you’re onstage.”

He laughed softly, though he still looked anxious. “Maybe. But I don’t think a nice smile is going to help the audience overlook it if I forget half the song.”

“Emery.” Your professor leaned through the doorway. “You’re on in two minutes.”

“Oh.” He stood up, tail twisting and flicking nervously around his legs. “I’ll... see you.”

He stepped through the doorway. After a moment of considering, you stood up and followed him.

There was a secluded spot in the wings where you could watch the stage. Already, a small group of people had gathered to look. You couldn’t quite see the stage from behind them, but you could hear everything. You closed your eyes and focused on the playing.

The first song was low and mournful, some kind of slow, sad song you didn’t recognize. It was technically well done, but you could almost hear the nervousness in his playing. The beat was just slightly too fast and you could tell his hands were shaking a little on the strings.

The next song was jauntier, more of a dancing tune. He seemed to be less nervous and the crowd took up a rousing clap along with the beat. One or two notes were slightly sour, but they were hard to pick up under the obvious joy of the crowd.

The third and final piece was back to the slower, more solemn theme of the original. It swelled and crested like a wave and made something stir in your chest. There were a few missed notes again, but the emotion of the piece got through. He’d obviously spent time practicing, and his heart was in the music. You decided he’d had no reason to be so nervous. It wasn’t the best playing, but it was certainly good.

Thunderous applause sounded as he exited the stage. You moved back into the back room and started putting your cello away.

Emery entered the room and promptly collapsed into a chair.

“There’s a flower in your hair,” you told him. He reached up distractedly and plucked it free.

“Someone threw a bouquet out of the audience,” he said, twirling the pink flower in his hair. “They’re cleaning the stage off.”

“It sounds like you have an admirer,” you said. He snorted.

“I have many admirers,” he said. Then he winced. “That sounds conceited. I don’t mean to be-”

“Because you’re an incubus,” you said, taking a chance and hoping you were getting his species right.

“Mm,” he said. “I have a myriad of people who would love to be around me because of what I am.” He sounded thoroughly bitter.

“There are worse things,” you said. Emery pulled a face, then sighed.

“I know. I must sound like a whiner.” He leaned back. “It’s gotten me quite far, you know. Or… it did?” He tilted his head, looking thoughtful. “I was an actor, briefly. And a model.”

“In anything I would know?” you asked. He snorted.

“Only if you watch a lot of commercials. Or read fashion magazines for children. I only did it until late high school, but I stopped when I decided to go to college.” He shrugged. “I’m glad I did it, though, if only because it lessened my need to take out student loans.”

“You didn’t like it?” you speculated.

“I was pretty neutral on it, actually. It wasn’t fun, but the money was good. There’s a big demand for incubi in modeling, even if I’m only three-quarters-”

“Really?” you said. He smiled toothily.

“Full incubi and succubi can turn it off,” he said. “Or, at the very least, target it. Shapeshift. I can’t.” He shrugged. “I just have an aura of… attraction. And, of course, the horns and the tail.”

“And the eyes,” you said. He looked at you, startled, then laughed.

“Those aren’t natural, actually. It was a spell they used on me in my modeling days. It went a little wrong- they set the duration for four years, rather than four hours.”

Your mouth opened. “How junior was the spellcaster?”

“It wasn’t her specialty. She was just there to supply makeup and contacts, but she asked me if I would prefer a more magical solution. I’m afraid I can have an allergic reaction to the colored ones, so I agreed. After about four hours, she realized her mistake, went over the spell again. She wasn’t competent enough to undo it, and I’ll admit I like it this way.” He slipped his violin into its case and buckled it closed. “Might even ask for a redo when it’s worn off.”

“I think it suits you,” you said. He nodded.

“I thought about changing my appearance recently,” he said. “But it doesn’t work.”

“You can’t change it?”

“Oh, I can. But my intention was to… dampen my aura? Stop the attraction, I suppose. It gets frustrating. People always look at me, always try to win my attention, I suppose. I can’t ever be… unnoticed.”

“Is that why you gave up acting?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Well, that and the fact that I wasn’t terribly good at it. Why do you think I never moved beyond commercials?” You laughed and he continued, bolstered. “I don’t particularly want to be famous. I considered music, but you had a point, earlier. Onstage, people do care about the music, but also about the looks. Doing this professionally would just be another way to get eyes on me. Or praise I don’t deserve.” He frowned at the ground. “My applause was just as loud as yours.”

“That’s a strange thing to be upset about,” you said.

“Because they were clapping for me, not my playing. If they had been, your applause should have drowned out mine several times over.”

“Thank you,” you said, “but I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”

“It’s true. Your playing is impeccable.”

“We’ve already been over the fact that it was not,” you said.

“I’ve heard you play several times before. Maybe there was a wrong note, but it was wonderfully soulful.” He laughed. “I am convinced that when I hear you play, I can hear your heart.”

There was silence in the room, except for the distant sounds of the concert still going on. He ducked his head. “I’m sorry. I’m usually not that poetic. Um. This is embarrassing.”

“Actually, I think it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me about my playing,” you said. He looked relieved.

“I… am not that good at playing,” he said. “And I certainly can’t write anything.”

“Coming from you, that’s quite a compliment.” He smiled, looking quite pleased. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes, but it was gone when his lids flickered closed for a moment.

“If you aren’t aiming to be a musician, then what does interest you?” you asked.

“I want to work with animals,” he said. “They’re not affected, you see. I have to work to earn their favor.” He smiled. “It took me three months to earn Baphomet’s affection. Oh, that’s my cat. Grouchy old thing.”

“You have a cat?” you said. “Don’t you live in the dorms?”

There was a moment of shame, the a spark of mischief entered his eyes. He lifted a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell. Please?”

“I promise I won’t,” you said, “as long as you promise to let me see him.”

His brows rose. “Are you trying to get me to take you back to my room?”

It was your turn to dissolve into stammering. He waved his hand to dismiss your worries. “I’m teasing. I’m sure Baphomet would be pleased to meet you. After a fashion, anyway.” He looked at you a moment, seemed to be gathering his courage for something. “Would you mind- and you certainly don’t have to if you don’t want to- but I was wondering…”

His courage failed. His tail flicked rapidly and he seemed to be struggling to speak. “I can’t answer until you’ve actually asked something,” you reminded him. That got a tight smile and he tried to speak again.

“Your music. I was wondering if I could hear some more of it?” He worried his lip and you wondered how his sharp teeth didn’t break the skin. “I know it might be personal, but I… It was beautiful and I’d like to hear it again.”

“I think I can arrange that,” you said. “But not all my pieces are as polished as those, so you might not be as pleased by them.”

“I’m sure I’ll be pleased with whatever you want to play,” he said. He shifted his legs, tail stilling with obvious effort. “And would you be willing to help me learn how to play better?”

“There are better people to teach you,” you said. He sighed and gave you a look under his lashes.

“Maybe I would prefer to spend time with you,” he said. You opened your mouth.

“Are you-” The words were stuttering. “You’re asking me out?”

“I’m trying to,” he said. “I haven’t been clear enough, have I? I’m not used to being the one doing the asking, I’m afraid. It’s a bit of a novelty, actually.” He gave a sort of half-shrug. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I’ve had an attraction for a while now, actually. From, uh. The first time I heard you play, actually.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “But I’m usually very cautious about asking people out. I know that some people thing incubi just use people for sex. And others… aren’t shy about doing it the other way around. So, I was waiting to make sure that you liked me back. For me, not for anything else. But you corrected me earlier. And you haven’t fallen over yourself with me either. So.” He coughed. “All this is a very long way of saying that I would like to go out with you. And I’m hoping you feel the same?”

He was just as handsome as before. But the only part of him you really noticed were his unnatural eyes. They were bright with affection.

#exophilia #incubus #incubus boyfriend #incubus lover #monster lover #monster romance

[jamesmarlowe]

RADTASK002: A GIRL AND HER DOG

March was a month without a season. Couldn’t call it spring yet; most of the trees were still bare, their long, dark limbs scraping up against the sky. Temperatures hovered indecisively around the low-fifties, then plummeted steeply each night. But there was something stirring: a birth of new smells, a trace of green in the yellow grass. A feeling of change, or the very brink of it, which had possessed him like an infusion of fresh blood and driven him outdoors— despite his three-hour block of afternoon classes, despite all the half-finished projects waiting for him in the studio. Outside, clouds skimmed the blue sky and squirrels tightrope-walked the phone lines. Birds huddled on exposed branches, returned from their long winter vacations. There was a smell of mulch in the air, fertile and earthy. A warm wind was blowing— as he walked outside the art building, Marlowe could feel it blowing through him as if through an open window, airing out all the trapped gloom in his soul. 

Gloom could accumulate even in him, of all people. There was something elemental about his need for sun and fresh air and open space; it was a quality he shared with all the other wild creatures who, after several long months deprived of all these things, were now also emerging from their dens and burrows, hungry and restless, desperate to roam. 

Today he was wearing a paisley bandana fashioned around his head, Springsteen-style, and a silver hoop through his ear. Both of these accessories gave his appearance a swashbuckling, pirate-y effect. Marlowe seemed to embody the part as he cleared a railing one-handed like a rodeo clown, then took the rest of the stairs two-at-a-time to where a girl waited for him at the bottom, her blonde hair lifted by the breeze. She kept her head bowed over her hands, deeply engrossed in the cat’s cradle she was weaving. 

Spacey Kasey. She was a junior in the Comp-Sci program. Sometimes people reacted to this information with a slow raise of their brows, or an actual laugh— more out of surprise than anything else, but that didn’t make it any kinder. No one really knew what to make of her. She could write code like Mozart wrote symphonies, but might also ask you if you knew how pineapples got their name, since they looked nothing like apples? Marlowe had met her at a party where she’d wondered precisely that, out loud, before turning her wide eyes to him; she had a child’s inquisitive stare. Why not pinefruit? He’d been fascinated from that moment on. His love for her had been a product of that fascination; he’d sensed something dreamy and outcast in her, something rare, easily misunderstood. They’d coupled up in late September, lasted till early November, the days dwindling and the nights lengthening by the time his old restlessness caught up with him— not her fault or his, just the natural progression of these things. Now, their relationship had lapsed into something easy, casual. Friends, sometimes more. He still found her endlessly fascinating. It was just a matter of how many other things in this endlessly fascinating world were also competing for his attention.

At the sound of cowboy boots smacking the pavement, Kasey looked up. The thread between her fingers went slack and her blue eyes brightened the way they always did whenever she saw him coming. Marlowe could not prevent a smile in response. Blue, he’d once heard, was the true color of the sun.

He whistled a short, upwards swoop. “Kase the Ace! Right time, right place!”

She was wearing an outfit almost as egregious as his own, tie-dyed shirt in sorbet shades of pink, purple and blue with only a pair of Lycra bike shorts underneath, exposing legs pale and goosebumped. There was a face looking at him from the front of her shirt, sinister drippy eyes loaded with glamorous make-up. Kasey’s own face was bare, her fair eyelashes almost invisible. Her earrings were a pair of mismatched plastic dinosaurs— one a red triceratops, one green T-Rex. Marlowe watched with visible amusement as she struggled to untangle the knots around her fingers. 

“Jeez, I used to be so good at these! I once taught all the girls at my summer camp how to do a ten-step cradle and I was like, their guru.” 

Eventually the two of them set off for the trees that hemmed the edges of campus. He briefed her about the reason for today’s outing—  a hunt for materials, looking for found objects not yet found—  but knew it wasn’t necessary, because Kasey could always be counted on to show up when he invited her. She was always happy to tag along, if only he asked. The quad they passed looked soggy and matted down in parts, the streaming sunlight revealing all the bald patches of mud and first sprigs of dandelion shoots. Marlowe kept his gaze ahead, away from that wide expanse of grass, letting Kasey’s idle chatter filter pleasantly through one ear and out the other. His gait was lopey but brisk, hers uneven as she skipped ahead, long blonde hair streaming behind her like a scarf thrown to the wind. 

“So what are we looking for today?”

Marlowe angled his face up to the sky, watching a bird disappear into a cloudbank. “Y’know, the usual. Hidden treasure, lost artifacts. Ancient ruins. Maybe a secret Amazon warehouse deep in the woods, that’d be useful. Could steal a lifetime supply of bubble wrap.” Rarely did he embark on such expeditions with a specific item in mind; mostly he just wandered around, expecting unusual things to find him and reveal their significance. Maybe it’d be a loop of blue ribbon, snagged on a wire fence. Or a child’s plastic bucket abandoned by the side of the road, handle broken, too lost to find its way back to the nearest sandbox. He searched for these banal objects that existed somewhere between tenderness and neglect— overlooked by so many who passed them by without any idea what they might’ve been before, what they could be next.

Kasey had begun walking backwards. There was a white patch of vitiligo on her forehead. Combined with her skipping and prancing, she often reminded him of a painted palomino. “I brought granola bars! They’re a little stale, you’ll have to use your back teeth.”

Marlowe flashed her two-thirds of a grin, revealing teeth that were good and strong, if a little crooked. “What if I told you I don’t have any? Will you mash them into a pulp and spit ‘em in my mouth?” He mimed the open-mouthed, head-back position of a hungry fledgling.

Kasey made a retching sound, dissolving into a giggle.

Soon they were stepping off the paved campus sidewalk and crossing the marshy grass towards the surrounding woods. The trees were sparse, still just skinny bodies stripped in the cold, but slowly the forest became denser the deeper they went; thick-trunked oaks and dark beeches grew here, close together, their twigs sprouting tiny green buds and unfurling fists of leaves. Branches criss-crossed the sky. Marlowe led the way through the corridor between trunks, but Kasey immediately began crashing through the skeletal undergrowth off to the side. 

“How about this?” Marlowe looked to where she’d hiked her leg up onto a large boulder like a big-game hunter posing with a kill. The stone jutted out of the ground at an odd angle, making him think of a dislocated jawbone. Kasey looked down at it, her expression deeply pensive. She tapped the toe of her sneaker. “You could like, give it a face. Glue eyes on it!”

Marlowe imagined an oversized pet rock in the likeness of Rocky Balboa, Stallone’s heavy scowl painted on. Shaking his head, he rewarded her sincere effort with an equally sincere smile. “Babe, I’m flattered that you think of me as some kind of circus strongman, but I’d need like, triple my current muscle mass to carry that.”

They found other things. An empty gallon jug, the kind used to hold water or milk, split almost in half. A tattered piece of fabric too muddied to even tell the original color. And most interestingly, a thin sheet of metal with torn edges, sharp as shrapnel. It leaned against a tree like a large canvas; the patterns of corrosion on its surface— oxidized red, blue rings of mold— made it seem less like a raw material and more like an already-finished work. Marlowe stood back with one finger resting against his chin, head tipped to the side as he appraised it like an art collector at a gallery. But in the end, he decided not to carry it either. He wasn’t up-to-date with his tetanus shots. 

They began to follow their own trail, no map or compass, forging a path through the woodsy vegetation that grew close to the ground and left long, raking scratches on arms and legs, resisting intrusion. Kasey swept back the flexible branches of saplings and peered into rotted tree hollows. Marlowe was more inclined to follow a few steps behind her, no urgency in his loose-limbed stroll. He tilted his head back and admired how the naked branches looked like slats of a broken roof letting most of the sky in. By now, the chill on his face had turned itself inside out; he grew warm, renewed in some vital way. He wanted nothing more than to walk deeper and deeper through these woods and never turn around, never retrace his steps, never go back. If he had to, he could survive out here. He’d exist just like the wild birds and foxes, on a diet of small, hard berries and foraged mushrooms. 

It was often in these moments of complete distraction that discoveries happened. The trees stood back. A secret flagged him down from behind them, kept until today, confessed now in this partial glimpse. “Hey, I think I got somethin’,” he said out loud. He didn’t look to see if Kasey heard or noticed. Eyes fixed on the gap between trunks, Marlowe forced his way through a thicket of mulberries to get to the other side. 

In the clearing, there was a statue of a little girl. One arm outstretched, sunlight on the crown of her head. Her empty eyes grazed the sky. Some kind of moss crawled up her legs, giving her the appearance of wearing knee socks. There was a dog at her feet— a terrier with perked ears. 

“What did you find!” called Kasey, still wrestling her way through the brambles. The sound of snapping twigs and a soft ow! told him she was making slow progress of it.

“Something,” Marlowe replied. Unusual, he added only to himself. “Some kind of statue.”

The pose of the statue, he thought, must’ve been intended to look like the girl had just thrown a stick in a game of fetch, but there was something about the frozen gesture that told a different story. It was an open grasp, fingers straining; he almost turned around to see what she was reaching for.

“Woah.” Kasey exhaled the word in a single breath. She had finally spilled out into the clearing behind him, looking disheveled but no less enthused, tugging one checkered sock up around her ankle. “Who’s that?”

Marlowe was already crouched. He brushed dirt off the foot of the statue but there was no inscription; if there’d ever been one, time had worn it away. Now she was as nameless as the trees around her. Standing up, he slid hands into the front pockets of his jeans and rocked backwards, giving the girl the same look he’d given that piece of rusted sheet metal: eyes slant with a certain sharp curiosity, their color like a jar of dark honey with sunshine in it. “Don’t know. Maybe a memorial or something. Or,” He began to pace around the statue, boots leaving sunken footsteps in the loam. When his phone buzzed in his back pocket, he reached for it absently. “Maybe she got turned to stone by some wicked Baba Yaga ‘round these parts. Her, and her little dog, too.”

It was hard to read anything through the disaster of the cracked screen. His eyes scanned Syd’s incoming messages and when he got to the last two, Marlowe stopped walking. His heart stalled.

SYD: also ?? im at the studio and haven't seen my sculpture anywhere SYD: r u sure you dropped it off?

Of course she had noticed by now; of course she was looking for it.

“Who’re you texting?” Marlowe raised his eyes to find Kasey observing the standstill he’d come to; she was leaning down to give the little stone dog a scratch under his chin. “Syd,” he answered, simultaneously dropping his eyes back to his phone. “She named her cat Martin. I’m expressing my deep, deep disappointment with her lack of imagination.” I did, at the gallery, he texted back. forgot 2 text you but the eagle safely landed. 

The thing about lying was that it came so easily, so naturally, he usually felt no guilt doing it.

“Tell her I say hi!” Losing interest in the statue, Kasey had found a divining rod. She was sweeping it back and forth now with brisk efficiency, like a metal detector. “How ‘bout this? Look, it’s almost perfectly symmetrical,” she asked. 

Message sent, Marlowe let his hand drop back to his side. He used his laugh to distract them both. “Does that thing have a crude oil setting? Fuck making art, let’s start fracking. I’d rather be a Texas millionaire.” Kasey whipped around, face lit by a wide, genuine smile; but as another text from Syd arrived, his own smile barely skimmed the surface of his face, too distracted to really stick. He typed back another answer. 

i'm sure it's just misplaced syd don't sweat

worst comes to worst, we can case the frats and make sure no one stole it to be their new beer pong deity or whtever the fuck those guys do

Like any good liar, he prided himself on being truthful most of the time— which made it that much easier for a lie to slip through, unsuspected. A wolf in honesty’s clothing. No less convincing than everything else he said. And wasn’t it a little bit of a favor, in this case? Better that Syd think some hulking frat brothers had stolen into the art studio under the cover of night and carried off her sculpture for a ritual sacrifice, some dark summoning to help the university through its football championships. Better that than the truth. 

Marlowe glanced over his shoulder in the same direction as the statue’s outstretched fingertips. Clouds worked across the sky, ragged and white, and behind them there was only blue, but now he felt like he could see what wasn’t there; a new, bad darkness, descending fast out of the western sky. Like those sudden thunderstorms in Virginia that rolled over the mountains, pouring like smoke over the lip of a bowl. The knowledge of the storm’s inevitable arrival sank low in his chest: present, but not yet fully understood. 

Even if she asked him in person, he’d deny it. He’d lie again. He’d help her look for a sculpture that he knew was already unsalvageable, dissolving with each cold rain that swept over the campus, turning to paste beneath the soil.

“Hey, c’mere.” Eager for distraction, Marlowe lowered himself down to the base of the statue, where there was deep cold beneath the velvety moss. Obediently, Kasey trudged closer, still holding the forked branch; when he pulled her down, she fell giggling and side-saddle across his lap. She circled his neck with her arms. He wrapped his own loosely around her waist.

“Would you ever hate me if I did something, like, really bad?”

Kasey pulled back to look at him, the wrinkle in her brow implying that she didn’t understand. “Like what?” 

Marlowe shrugged beneath the weight of her arms. “I don’t know, I don’t have an example. But like… bad. Something that really hurt you.”

Thoughtfully, she thumbed the silver hoop in his ear. The light was full on her face— she wore no make-up, and her lips were chapped. She must’ve been chewing them before, because he could see the faint bitemarks. His heart twinged, suddenly protective.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think so.” Her expression went away for a moment. There was a soft vacancy in her eyes that he’d gotten used to in their time together. When she returned, the look she gave him was earnestly sweet. Whatever the imaginary hurt, she was looking at him like she’d already forgiven him for it. “Because I’d know you didn’t mean to.”

Because you wouldn’t mean it, Syd had said close to his ear that one night at Splatterhouse. He did things without thinking. Did them so often, it had become his defining trait. Marlowe knew he escaped accountability because of it; he was one of those people the world tended to forgive too easily, meaning he’d always be protected from himself, sheltered from the consequences of his actions, because there was no real intention to hurt behind them— and that alone absolved him. You couldn’t blame the tornado that destroyed your home, not when it was only doing what tornados did.

Marlowe kissed the stain on her forehead, where the skin was pinkish like a newborn’s. He kissed her between the eyebrows, then lower, just underneath the chin, on the pulse that beat like a hummingbird’s heart. Kasey pulled away to look at him again. Her hands had strayed to the back of his neck, toying with the hair curling up at the nape.

“Ew, Marlowe, in front of a little girl?” Her big eyes lifted up towards the statue. The shadow of that reaching arm fell over them both. 

“It’s spring,” he replied in a what-can-you-do tone, though it was still only the end of winter. It was only March. His eyes met hers, glinting with uncivilized suggestion. There was a faint smile tucked in the corner of his mouth. “And y’know, considering how long she’s been here, she’s ancient. A withered old crone, hundreds of years old. If anything it’s weirder to have a dead dog watching us.”

She frowned. “Why’s the dog dead?”

“Dogs don’t live for hundreds of years.”

She pouted at it. Poor thing. It didn’t seem to occur to her that humans didn’t live for hundreds of years either. Then she leaned back in, meeting him in his daring with another kiss, hands twining into hair, one bare leg swinging over to straddle him. And all around there was the sound of unseen birds, calling to each other from the trees: mimicking, teasing, pleading. A riotous awakening of spring. The next text from Syd would go unread for several hours, left without an answer. The Burger King meal she’d promised him would be forgotten. And the encroaching darkness would also recede, withdrawing to the far-back reaches of his mind— for now, the coming storm was only a dim, gauzey threat on the horizon, rumbling with the promise of distant thunder.

#u can probably tell exactly where my stamina ran out....... not even at the halfway point #anyway. will probably end up editing this later bc im neurotic :/ #the only thing this turned out good for was introducing spacey kasey <3 #radtask002 #self

[ichigopanhpff]

BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 18

Read Ch. 17 | Masterlist

SPOILER ALERT: It’s the day of the Festival! In the main story, there were parts that were more focused on Midoriya. So this version will focus on the school ground’s point of view while that was going on.

This chapter was particularly hard to write, given all the moving parts. But I think the end product came out well.

The day of the culture festival finally arrived after months of preparation. Students of U.A. scattered about, tending to their tasks for the day. Class 2-A finished their stage preparations earlier than planned and had some free time to wander around before curtain call. Ren walked around with Tomoe and Seri, visiting the food stands for sustenance before heading over to 1-A’s performance.

“I hope the show goes well for them,” Ren mumbled and placed her hand over her chest, trying to steady her palpitating heartbeat.

“They’ll be fine,” Tomoe blurted out before finishing her serving of takoyaki. “Those first years are more than capable.”

“I agree,” Seri added and took a small bite of her crepe. “This is merely a small bump in the road for them.”

The pink-haired girl smirked and looked up at the sun shining up in the autumn sky.

“Yeah… you’re right.”

Making their way to the gym, the three were amazed to see how quickly the place filled up.

“Wow… there really was a lotta hype behind ‘em huh,” Tomoe said and looked around in amazement. Ren saw Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic leaning on the back wall to the far right of them. She also managed to pick out three heads from the crowd; they were the third years from the general studies who were shit-talking her juniors. Probably here to ruin the show, she thought.

But she had faith the first years will have the power to change their hearts and opinions.

Only they could do it.

The whole room immediately went dark and everyone’s excitement was building. A literal explosion from Bakugou’s drums and sound roused the crowd, followed by the light show to cue the dancers in.

“Thank you all for coming!” Jiro cheerful voice reverberated through the entire hall as their performance went underway. Everyone’s hard work and efforts all came together in this one moment. Ren looked around to see the audience’s faces light up with joy and elation as they cheered loudly.

The effects team outdid themselves by using Todoroki and Kirishima’s quirk to its fullest by making shaved ice into sparkles that complimented Aoyama’s Navel Laser hitting the mirror ball. Streamers were replaced with Sero’s tape cascading down and around the roof. Show goers who tapped Uraraka’s hands were lifted up in the air and secured by the tape above to ensure their safety. And Iida was continuously doing the robot dance on the edge of the stage.

Just as the show started, it ended with a big enough bang to blow away everyone’s darkness and doubt.

“Well done, 1-A,” Ren said to herself and wiped a proud tear from her eye and crossed her arms.

“Well, shit. We can’t lose now,” Tomoe said within an earshot. She looked up at her tall friend with fire in her eyes.

“Yes, we can’t let them outshine their seniors,” Seri concurred. “We’re up next.”

The girls looked at each other and nodded before turning their heels toward Gamma Gym to prepare. Ren was only able to get a glimpse of the beauty pageant with Nejire-senpai putting on her performance before running back in for make-up and costume. As the sun slowly set, it was nearly time for the curtains to go up for 2-A.

“Uwah, I’m getting nervous,” one of the students quivered out.

“Don’t say that! You’re gonna make me nervous!” Ito shouted.

Ren looked around and saw one of her other classmates writing “person” repeatedly on her palm*. Frankly speaking, she was nervous as hell too and kept herself occupied by rehearsing the footwork to her dance routine.

She had to focus up.

There were people who were coming who were important to her.

–

“C’mon guys! It’s almost time!” Jiro shouted and ran through the scattered crowds. “2-A’s performance is gonna start!”

“You sure are excited ‘bout it, Kyoka-chan,” Uraraka chimed in happily and ran alongside.

“Of course! Ren-senpai helped us out so much with our rehearsals. It’s time for us to show her our support!”

Togata looked at his juniors running off with a big smile on his face and felt Eri tug at his index finger. She looked up at him with an excited glimmer in her big eyes.

“Can we go see too?”

“Of course!”

Making their way into Gamma Gym, a sign with an arrow reading “2-A: The Enchanted Forest” directed the crowd. The layout was like a traveling circus. Seats were arranged in a half-moon formation, whereas the stage took up the other half. Dark red curtains with light gold accents hung all around, giving it a sense of intimacy in the space. It wasn’t as flashy as 1-A’s, but this certainly had its own homey charm. The class had to split up due to the amount of open seats left over. Light chatter that echoed through the space soon died down as the lights dimmed.

Light, ethereal music played in the overhead speakers as a small girl walked on stage, looking around the dark space in fear. Scary glowing eyes blinked in the background as wall to wall ominous sounds and a wary melody replaced the music before, sending chills down the audience’s necks. All of a sudden, a shadowed figure emerged from the ground directly in front of her. The girl cowered in fear as the creature lunged at her only to be repelled by a sudden bright floating light with a fading hum. A flying glowing creature appeared on stage to banish the monster with another glow.

Everything was still and quiet.

The fairy looked around the darkness and thought this wouldn’t do. She summoned a small ball of warm light from her palm and shot it into the audience. The ball of light scattered and illuminated the entire space like stars scattered in the night sky. Walking up to the shaking figure, the fairy placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, prompting her to look up.

Intelligible whispers echoed with the translated words appearing at the center of the stage in midair.

“How did you get here, human child?”

“I was playing in the forest and got lost. I can’t find my way back.”

The magical being looked at the child and reached her hand out for her to grab it. Without another thought, she took it and the fairy flew up into the air and the stage went momentarily black.

The scene changed to a forested scene with a faint glowing light to the right of the stage. The fairy gently lays down the child steps from the entrance, gesturing at her to wait. Moments later, the child was invited in and the entire space lit up with falling warm balls of light. Tree branches grew all around and into a domed shape with flowers and leaves sprouting.

A procession track played overhead and in came the rest of class 2-A, dressed up as woodland creatures and magical beings. Golden confetti rained down from above. Some levitated in while others marched through the entrances holding flowers, sparklers and long, thin ribbons; the cast threw and handed the props over to those in the crowd who could reach.

And there Ren was, transformed into one of the forest wisps.

She looked like a summon from a video game crossed with a pierrot, wearing an off-white lacy costume decorated with glimmering beads and pearls all over. The apparel tailored to her body was modest and made her legs look longer than they seem. A flowing lacy train at the back of her jagged skirt made her look like she floated as she walked and shimmied. Her usual side-parted hair was styled up in a gravity defying way and decorated with translucent beads and pearls head piece. Her make-up consisted of alabaster face paint and elongated lashes with beads at the tip. A faint peach blush graced her cheeks with golden flecks of constellation-like freckles, her lips a light tangerine tint.

She danced into the aisle with the group and spotted Togata and Eri nearby with some 1-A students. Casually skipping up to them, she handed Eri a daisy with an entrancing and serene smile. The girl’s eyes sparkled with joy and beguilement as she accepted the gift. The wisp flashed another smile at them before joining the rest up on the stage.

The audience couldn’t take their eyes off of the grand procession of the entire magical village.

But all of class 1-A could see was their resident advisor; she was mystical and captivating.

They all circled the human child, out of both curiosity and fear. Before they could get any closer, a loud bang of a bass drum, followed with a soft melodic harp ceased all movement. All of the creatures backed away in a circular formation as another floating figure approached the stage from behind the audience.

The spectators looked up and saw a girl with snow white hair and owl-like features glide down on a drifting periwinkle blue cloud in a sparkling pastel purple dress holding a decorative wooden staff; it was the village leader. Gracefully landing on the stage by the tips of her toes, the village bowed as she turned her attention to the human girl. Analyzing the scared small figure, the leader placed a gentle hand on her head, soothing her worries. Soft muddled whispers echoed through with the translated words appearing out of mid-air again.

“We will get you home, little one. But before we do, please stay for our festivities as we are in the middle of a celebration.”

The little girl nodded in agreement and was helped up by a few of the wisps and faeries into a now small wooden chair. The chief sat beside her in a bigger version of the furniture. The woodland creatures performed in small groups of two to three; it was their tribute to the fairy in charge and to the forest they live in. The background music changed to a more upbeat melody to reflect each performance.

One group did acrobatics with throwing hoops to see how many the other one could catch as the speed increased, leaving the audience in laughter and explosive applause. Another was a group of two who created giant bubbles to throw into the crowd and bounced around like a beach ball. When it popped, the onlookers were showered with glitter. A male tree fairy did a solo endeavor with a coin magic trick where he kept on misplacing it on his person. He ended up finding it in one of the audience member’s jacket pockets, to which he gave a playful scolding gesture to. The next group was another trio who gave a dazzling musical performance.

It was then Ren’s turn to perform with another male wisp. The two stepped out hand in hand and went into a dance number. The style was a mix of contemporary, salsa and freestyle. As the male lifted her up into his arms, he spun her around and threw her up high into the air, disappearing halfway up. The male wisp punched the ground, forming several earthen structures as Ren reappeared on top one of them.

She jumped up in the air again and disappeared as her partner changed the formation of the stage; this time in the smiling face of All-Might. She reappeared sitting on the sculpture’s shoulder and blew a kiss at it before departing again.

The earth this time was formed into words, reading “Thank you for coming to U.A.’s Culture Festival!” Light laughter and loud applause echoed the room as the ground reverted back to its original state. He walked around the stage searching for his partner to no avail; his gaze then went upward to direct the crowd’s attention.

And there his companion was, swinging from a swing high above the spectators, dangling her feet like a child. Building up the momentum, she leaped off as the crowd gasped while diving down; her partner on stage readied himself to catch her only to see her disappear again. Frustrated, she reappeared behind him and comically tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around fuming and covered her mouth to express her mischievous nature, followed with more laughter as they bowed and went back into the group.

The village leader rose up from her seat and walked center stage. She held her staff up and proceeded to swing it in a pattern as she danced with it. Chaine turning in the form of a circle, a ball of light elevated up from the fresh earth. She picked it up and hovered her palm on top of it, giving it her blessing. The leader then hovered it on top of the human girl’s head and transformed into a flower wreath. Incoherent speaking echoed through the tent with the ghosting text appearing once more.

“The forest path from hereon is dangerous. This will protect you from anything that may harm you as long as you have hope in your heart. One of my wisps will be your guide.”

With a wave of the village leader’s hand, Ren appeared out from the crowd and bowed deeply to her. The chieftain presented her a glowing necklace and placed it on her neck. Gesturing for her to stand, she placed her forehead to the wisp, giving her blessing before she leaves. Bowing once more, the wisp walked up to the human girl and reached her hand out with a smile. The child took her hand and off they went.

An instrumental track played as the stage transformed; the wooden domed arch retracts its limbs back into the ground while the woodland characters danced and removed items and replaced them with another. Once the set was finalized, out came the child and Ren, using her quirk to zip around the area to scout for any danger up ahead. The two walked in place while the stage lighting gradually dimmed to black. The only source of light came from the wisp’s necklace and the little girl’s flower crown.

The two moved around cautiously, hoping not to attract any creatures. A sudden boom shook the air, startling the crowd. A heavy set of mist poured on the stage and seeped through the seats as an unsettling chill came in. The previous looming shadow emerged on stage and transformed into a spiky, slithering-like monster. Shielding the young girl from it, the dark spiky creature hovered closely at the two, analyzing them. A series of incoherent, guttural and hypnotizing whispers echoed the stage, followed with a strong, light response.

“Creature of light, sacrifice this being to me and I’ll spare you.”

“I refuse, Nightsnatcher!”

The wisp brought the child behind her as the Nightsnatcher tried to snap at her limbs. Gesturing the child to run, she did so while the glowing creature defended to the best of her ability. The creature of the night managed to break through and just as it was about to attack the human girl, the wisp teleported in between them and sacrificed itself. Audible gasps could be heard in the crowd and a deathly silence filled the void as the wisp’s form thudded across the stage and went limp.

The girl crawled up to her protector and shook her wounded body, tears streaming down her small cheeks. The magical creature gingerly reached up to wipe them away and handed her the necklace the chieftain gave her. A hushed series of whispers echoed.

“Wear this and the creature cannot harm you.”

Placing it into her small hands, the girl refused to leave. With the Nightsnatcher surrounding them, the stage grew darker into an obsidian abyss with only the girl illuminated. An strong pressure rose up from the pit of the audience’s stomachs as if someone was choking the life out of them. Clutching the necklace tightly, she squeezed her eyes close and a blinding warm light materialized from her palm to wash away the darkness and the creature with it with a fading scream.

The stage was once again lit in a lightly wooded area. The little girl looked up in wonder for a moment before bringing her attention back to her wisp friend. She quickly crawled up to her still body and shook her again with no response. Tears formed in the child’s tiny eyes as she repeated her previous action. Slowly, the spirit stirred back to consciousness and met the little girl’s look of relief. She drew the wisp into a tight hug to thank her. She released, shaking her head and cupped her hands.

Slowly getting up off of the ground, the two traversed at a slower pace due to her injury and soon saw the exit to the forest. A bittersweet melody played above as they saw several shadowed figures in the shape of other children at the other end of the forest. The wisp gave her a sad smile before her departure. The two embraced once more before the human child disappeared from her sight.

Staring at the path for another beat, she turned her heels and slowly headed back into the forest. But before doing so, Ren looked down at a spot and hovered her hand over her chest. In one swooping gesture, she flung her arm up in the air and golden confetti-like sparkles rained down from above as the lights cascaded back to black.

A swell of the music faded out with the fizzling of remaining sparkles. Seconds later, the house lights came on with the full cast on stage. The audience erupted in thunderous applause, some even wiping away tears from their eyes. They all took their final bows before the lights dimmed for the last time and disbanded off stage. Shuffling and commotion from the audience grew loud as they exited one by one, each commenting on what they thought about the show excitedly.

As 1-A regrouped and exited together, they saw Ren wearing only the jersey of her gym uniform carrying some props away. The head dress she wore was now off but her hair was still styled and makeup was on without the extended lashes.

“Ren-chan!” Togata called and excitedly waved. She turned and saw everyone’s smiling faces. Setting the prop down in the storage box, she quickly ran over.

“Oh good!” she huffed with relief. “You guys managed to make it.”

“The show was so awesome!” Jiro jumped out and tackled her in full force in the form of a hug, pushing her back a little. “I barely recognized you in costume!”

“I cried out of joy and sadness!” Kirishima shouted enthusiastically. “It was so beautiful!”

“Well, we wanted to make it dramatic,” she chuckled, her arm wrapped around Jiro’s shoulder. “And when I told everyone the first years killed their performance, it lit a fire under everyone’s butts.”

Ren then looked down to see Eri’s curious gaze. She was still holding the flower she gave her and bent down to meet the child face to face.

“What did you think, Eri-chan?”

“The show was really fun!” she beamed with a full smile and hopped around. “But there were some parts that was scary that made me go ‘ahh!’ When the bubbles popped like ‘poosh!’, I giggled when the glitter rained on me. And when you were moving around like ‘zyoom’, I was like ‘wahh!’ Then you jumped off of the swing over us, I jumped too!”

She let out a soft chuckle with a full smile and said, “You know you were the inspiration for this play?”

“Really?”

Ren nodded.

“I wanted to make something everyone could enjoy with you.”

The child’s eyes lit up with glee and gave the happiest smile she could make. Togata looked at Ren and smiled to himself. She’s changed so much after the raid, like she gained perspective on something she was looking for from her past. Compared to how she was before and now, he could now acknowledge her as a full-fledged hero in his eyes.

Because she now had the heart to forgive and move on. He could now comfortably pass the title of the Big Three over to her.

“Takahiro! You slacking over there?!” one of her classmates called.

“Oops, I have to go.” She stood back up with a small pop from her knees. “We’ll talk more later!”

She ran back to her class to help with the rest of the dismantling. With the festival finished, each of the dorms had their own after-party. With the second year’s party wrapping up, she headed back to 1-A’s dorms, with Tomoe and Seri in tow, only to still see them going, blaring music and all. Togata could be seen talking with Midoriya by the kitchen area.

“Senpai! You’re back!” the class happily greeted.

“Great work today!” Sero raised his cup at her. “The show was amazing!”

“Back at you guys!” Tomoe cheered. “1-A was the talk of the festival!”

The three girls mingled separately in different groups. Ren went to plop down on the couch with let out a content sigh.

“Wow, senpai. Your hair is still styled,” Ashido commented in amazement and poked at it. “What did they use?”

“A combination of hair spray and a lot of hair wax,” she replied and lightly chuckled. “I was told it’ll undo once I run water through it. But we’ll see.”

“Don’t you think senpai kinda looks like Aizawa-sensei when he uses his quirk?” Uraraka blurted out between her giggles.

Ren put her best facial impression of Aizawa and mumbled in a gruff voice, “You zygotes! Behave yourselves! I’m getting dry eye over here!” The entire class went silent for a beat and all burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my God, senpai’s the best!” Kaminari wiped his tears away with dying chuckles.

“I never thought she was this funny,” Midoriya remarked and smiled. “But it feels like she’s really opened up.”

“It’s like she’s finally allowed herself to be herself after everything,” Togata stated with a small smile, looking at her talking to some of the juniors. “I’m gonna head out after having a word with her.”

“Oh, okay. When do you think you’ll see Eri-chan again?”

“That completely depends on Aizawa.”

The tall blond boy got up off of the chair and strutted over to Ren. Before she could greet him, he drew her into a sudden hug.

“M-Mirio-senpai?!”

“Whoa! A sudden embrace!” Ashido exclaimed and hopped in place. “Could this be a budding love story?”

“Ah, but what about Tororoki though?” Hagakure chimed out.

“Whoa, a love triangle?!” the pink alien screamed.

“An unlikely story,” Ren flatly answered to kill off their wild imaginations as she remained stiffened at her sudden senior’s hug.

“The play today...” He spoke softly in her ear. The boyish bass of it shook her eardrums. “It was about Eri-chan and I, wasn’t it?”

Togata felt her arm reach up and hugged back, nodding into his shoulder. All the blond boy could do was bury his face in her shoulder trying to keep his emotions at bay.

“Thank you, Ren,” he whispered in her ear and released his grasp. The muscular boy then noticed her beet red cheeks. “Oh! Did I hug you too hard?”

“Huh? Uh, no. No. I’m, uh… I’m gonna go change,” she stammered and teleported up to her room.

Back in the darkness of her personal space, she slid down the wall and clasped both her hands over her mouth.

This was the first time he’s ever said her name without honorifics. And it felt weird.

“What are you doing to me, senpai...” she squeaked out.

*Hito moji: If you’ve watched “Food Wars!,” you’ll notice Megumi does it often. The story goes you write the kanji for “person” on your palm three times and swallow them. This is to calm yourself from nervousness before the audience swallows you with their presence.

#bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha oc #mha oc #class 1a #mha mirio togata #mha mirio #bnha mirio #bnha togata mirio #mha eri #bnha eri #bnha season 4 #mha season 4 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers

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2 Years Later (An Andi Mack Fanfic) Part 3/4

Pairings: Jonah Beck/Cyrus Goodman, TJ Kippen/Cyrus Goodman, Andi Mack/Walker Brodsky, Andi Mack/Amber Kippen, Amber Kippen/Iris, Buffy Driscoll/Marty From The Party

Word Count: 4970 (for parts 3 and 4)

Note: I sadly had to split up part 3 into two more separate parts because Tumblr is being a jerk,, so I’m sorry that it cuts off at a weird part. :/ (also, no matter what you ship, read it. You’ll be surprised, seriously.)

2 Years Later…..

It was now November of year 2021, the trees were now losing their red and gold colored leaves, Autumn now making way for Winter. Shadyside, Utah still remained somewhat the same as it did in previous years, a special spot on the map where people could enjoy every aspect of life and what it had to offer.

Even though nothing news-worthy happened during the course of the past two years, plenty of things had changed for the lives of Andi Mack, Cyrus Goodman, and Buffy Driscoll. They had started attending Grant High School after they had graduated middle school, and they were pleasantly surprised with came of it. Amber had complained earlier on about it, warning the GHC that the school would be their worst nightmare. Which, unfortunately, made the three teenagers not too thrilled for their first day of freshman year. Luckily, it wasn’t as bad as they thought. In fact, their teachers were nice, the upperclassmen were tolerable, and they even got to share a few classes with Jonah despite him being in a higher grade. Nonetheless, the lives of the three teens were much different than what they once were, and in their opinions; they prefer it that way.

~

The bell rang loudly, signaling that school was over for the day. Students almost immediately rushed out of their classrooms, numerous crowds of teenagers from all grade levels had started to form in the hallways. The teachers always remained in their rooms at least two minutes after the bell so they could properly exit the school without being trampled.

As lockers slammed shut and backpacks were slung over shoulders, a student walking by himself strolled down the middle of the hallway a few minutes after class was dismissed.

That student was none other than Jonah Beck, the boy who could nearly kill people with his smile. His emerald green eyes, light brown hair, and his deep dimples stood out the most to many. Jonah was one of the biggest heartthrobs of the entire high school, and his expert football-playing skills only increased that fact. Alas, everyone already knew he was taken.

Jonah instantly turned heads as he walked down the hall, his brand new blue and white sports jacket being shown off. Many girls waved at him shyly from their lockers and turned to their friends giggling.

Despite all the attention he was receiving, he kept his eyes straight ahead to where he was heading. Jonah was walking over to greet the person whom he cared about the most.

~

Andi grabbed her bag out of her locker, setting it on the floor before checking to see if she needed anything else. The short-haired girl was wearing a dark colored but ravishing headband, one that she made herself out of old wires and broken earrings. Andi grabbed her phone from her backpack and placed it inside her denim jacket, which was completely covered in different symbols and sewn-on patches.

Andi took one last look at her locker for any folders or books she might need for homework later. The dark brown-haired girl’s locker was overflowed with crafts, glitter, miniature posters, and on the door of the locker, she had a small collection of photos taped up. Most of the pictures were of her, Buffy, and Cyrus, plus a couple extra. She had a special picture taken from the semi-formal the year prior with her boyfriend, which was up in the corner of her locker surrounded by many post-it note hearts. She smiled at it for a brief moment, recalling the fun she had with him that night.

The short-haired girl scanned her eyes over her textbooks and folders, her eyes ceasing upon her mirror. She moved in closer, noticing her black eyeliner was a bit smeared. Andi took out her purse and was about to reapply but another person’s hand stopped her from doing so.

“Walker?”

Andi squealed with excitement before leaping into her boyfriend’s arms, pulling the two of them into a tight but comfortable hug.

“What are you doing here?” Andi asked after they separated. Her face was still in-awe that her boyfriend was somehow able to be there during school hours while he attended another high school in a neighboring town. “Doesn’t your last class usually end right now?”

Walker chuckled, the taller boy not-so-secretly hiding something behind his back. “I was able to leave a little early,” the male artist displayed a cheery grin. “Plus, I couldn’t just skip out on our one-year anniversary.” He took out the object from behind him, holding it out to his girlfriend.

Andi’s face lit up. “You remembered!” She happily exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, the word “excited” not even coming close to what Andi was feeling. It was far beyond that.

The short-haired girl’s gaze fell upon what Walker was holding in his hands. Andi couldn’t believe what she saw. In Walker’s grasp was an assorted bouquet of origami roses, the paper neatly crafted and folded by hand. The finishing touch to the gift was a pink ribbon holding the roses together. Andi felt touched by the thought and detail that Walker must have put into making such a creation. She took the bouquet and smiled graciously at the taller boy standing a foot away from her.

Walker placed his hands on Andi’s shoulders to pull her closer to him, eliminating all space between them. Andi leaned upwards to place her forehead against Walker’s, both of their eyes slipping shut to take in their moment of total bliss.

“Happy anniversary, Andi,” The tall brown-haired boy whispered, his breath against her skin which caused a shiver to go up the girl’s spine.

~

Jonah waltzed down the hallway, every step making his light brown hair bounce. He was coming closer and closer to his final destination, the fact that the person whom he was seeing was unaware of Jonah being not too far away made the green-eyed jock want to attempt a surprise greeting. He grinned, the corners of his mouth upturned into a devious smile.

The junior football player stopped next to his partner’s locker, the door of it keeping Jonah’s body hidden. He leaned his back against the row of lockers and crossed his arms in a “cool flirty” kind of way. The person busy with packing up inside their locker didn’t even look up from what they were doing to know who was right next to them.

“Hey, Jonah,” Cyrus addressed the other boy, not taking his eyes away from his stack of textbooks. “I could see you coming from a mile away.” The dark-haired boy zipped up his backpack, his hair slightly coming out from under the blue and purple striped beanie on his head.

The green-eyed boy gaped as he took his body off the lockers. “I- how did you even see me if you were packing up?” He squinted at Cyrus in a suspicious manner. “Are you secretly psychic?” He pursed his lips.

The pale boy turned to look at Jonah whilst struggling to maintain a straight face. “You’re really something else dude,” Cyrus shook his head laughing and shut his locker closed. “You’ve tried to scare me so many times already this year and you haven’t even been successful at least once.” Cyrus smirked and crossed his arms across his chest at his personal victory.

“Shush you,” a flustered Jonah Beck stuffed his face into the crook of Cyrus’ neck from behind him. “I like surprising you.” His voice came out quite muffled.

“Too bad you never do.” Cyrus received a groan from Jonah who wrapped his arms securely around Cyrus’ stomach.

“Oh and also,” Cyrus paused to rummage through his backpack, causing Jonah to remove his arms from his boyfriend. The dark-haired teen took out a black glasses case. “You forgot this in the chemistry lab again.”

Judging from the guilty expression apparent on Jonah’s face, Cyrus immediately assumed he did it on purpose. “Babe, for the last time, you can’t just “forget” to bring your glasses wherever you go.” He pushed the case into Jonah’s hands despite the other boy’s refusal.

“But I hate wearing them,” Jonah whined. “I look like a huge idiot.” He stared at the floor.

Cyrus furrowed his eyebrows. He absolutely hated it whenever his boyfriend put himself down, something in his stomach would feel unsettling. Without any further thought, he grabbed the green-eyed boy’s hand and used it as a way to pull him in, brushing their lips together. They shared a short but satisfying kiss, one that Jonah was quite disappointed to let go of.

“You look great with or without your glasses.” Cyrus reassured him, running his fingers through the strands of Jonah’s light brown hair. “Just, please, don’t keep purposely leaving them in the chemistry lab. You don’t want to actually lose them.”

Jonah sighed, “even if I wanted to wear them, I can’t. People will stop liking me and they’ll think I’m a huge dork.”

“You are, though.” Cyrus’ teasing earned him a playful shove from Jonah. “Hey!”

“Shut up,” Jonah stuck out his tongue. “You don’t want Mr. Marshall to kick you out of drama club and give the assistant director role to someone else just because you’re being mean to the leading actor, do you?” He flashed an innocent smile.

Cyrus waved him off. “Please. I’m going to wow him with how well I put together the play this year,” he placed a hand on his hip. “And it still amazes me how you’re more embarrassed of wearing glasses rather than being in the school play.” He raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

Jonah shrugged. “I play sports and I like theatre. No big deal, the girls that are obsessed with me while I’m on the field love it just as much as seeing me perform the leading man in a romantic play.” Jonah blew a passionate kiss to Cyrus, who dramatically rolled his eyes.

“I have no idea why we’re doing a Disney movie that not too many people have ever seen,” Cyrus muttered. “Plus, I’m very unsure as to why Mr. Marshall chose you to play Hercules.”

Jonah was insulted, an exaggerated gasp leaving his mouth. “How dare you, I make an amazing Hercules! I have no weaknesses, only strength circulates through my body.” The football player flexed a muscle, and started wiggling his eyebrows.

Cyrus was unphased by Jonah’s flirting and showing off. “Sure, Jonah,” he sarcastically agreed. The raven haired boy took many steps closer to Jonah before wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist and planting a deep kiss on Jonah’s mouth. Their bodies were against each other, feeling both of their heart beats racing. Cyrus could not exactly control himself, moving his lips firmly and quickly against Jonah’s and completely forgetting that they were still inside the school hallway.

Jonah could barely comprehend what was happening to him, let alone kiss the other boy back. Instead, his eyes remained wide open and his hands were suspended in midair. But, when Cyrus bit down on Jonah’s bottom lip, it sent a wave chills up his spine, along with a huge rush of warmth making his face appear bright red.

After a couple of seconds, Cyrus broke their heated kiss and stepped back, wanting to see the outcome of his experiment. As he predicted, Jonah was out of breath and bug-eyed, with the addition of a deep red blush staining his cheeks. Mission: success.

“I-I uh,” was the only words Jonah could manage to speak. His embarrassment only heightened when he and Cyrus both saw another figure watching them from not too far behind them.

“Um, are you guys done..?” The voice coming from the figure belonged to TJ Kippen, a tall boy with now light brown hair with streaks of gold. “I’ve been waiting for you people to stop making out for at least two minutes.”

Cyrus and Jonah jumped apart, their bodies about five feet away from each other now. Both boys awkwardly apologized to their friend.

“We weren’t making out, though,” Cyrus claimed matter-of-factly. “I was just proving to Jonah that he does have a weakness.” He cheekily grinned at the annoyed boy standing not too far away. “Sorry you had to see that though, Teej.”

TJ cackled. “Underdog, I’ve seen much worse, trust me.” He thought back to the time when he walked in on Buffy and Marty kissing in the boy’s locker room, just the slight reminder of it gave him shivers. “ Much worse.”

Cyrus looked terrified for him. “I’m not even gonna ask.” He shifted the conversation to a much lighter topic. “Anyway, how are you even over here right now? Shouldn’t you be at practice with Buffy?”

TJ sighed. “Practice got cancelled because Kira decided to sabotage us….again.”

Both Jonah and Cyrus facepalmed. They could feel TJ’s pain. Ever since the summer between 8th grade and freshman year, Kira has made it her mission to ruin TJ’s (and his friends’) lives since he “broke up” with her to date Cyrus at that time. She unfortunately has not given it up yet, despite TJ and Cyrus’ break-up in the last few months of freshman year. Buffy told TJ and the others that she would protect them from Kira’s wrath, and was always on guard. Sadly, they couldn’t keep track of Kira every second, so she was able to get away with sabotaging Buffy and TJ’s practices.

“When is she ever going to give it up?” Jonah groaned. “She’s been making life a living hell for all of us the past few years.”

TJ shrugged. “I guess until she gets into deep trouble for it, which means we would have to catch her in the act and be able to provide proof.”

Speaking of the devil herself, Kira Tesse, with her signature smirk plastered on her face, strutted down the hallway with her group of usual pranksters. Two of her friends unfortunately being ex. friends of TJ, Reed Miller and Lester Fenten. It still amazes the GHC to this day that a girl as evil as Kira was somehow able to obtain a friend group.

TJ faked a smile and greeted her through gritted teeth. “Hi Kira.”

Kira didn’t make eye contact with the tall boy when she replied, “hey, Kippen ,” before she used her body to hit TJ into the lockers from the force of her shoulders. His body fell onto the floor from impact.

“ Oops , sorry, better watch where you’re going.” She continued walking, laughing along with her friends.

TJ felt an ache in his arm, immediately rubbing it with his other hand. “I hate that girl,” he muttered under his breath.

Cyrus and Jonah quickly came to his sides, checking for any major damage while cursing at the curly-haired girl for her cruelty.

Kira and her friends continued laughing as they walked away, not realizing four intimidating teenagers blocking their path. The bullies immediately stopped, their pupils constricting. Towering in front of them were two high school seniors, Amber Kippen, the captain of the girls volleyball team and Iris Clover, her cheerleader girlfriend, with the addition of 6’1 Marty From The Party and his sporty girlfriend, Buffy Driscoll. The four of them death-glared down at Kira and her group of cronies, scaring them intensely.

(Tumblr wouldn’t let me fit the rest okay,, I’ll have a fourth part)

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[supercorpbookmarks]

do you have a huge master list of all your recommended fics?

Supercorp fic master list 

Completed fics:

Giant - coeurastronaute

Kara and Lena meet in high school, but then life. (not a high school AU). Lena leaves and they meet up again, this time as Supergirl and Lena Luthor

Swipe Right for a Super - eluigih

Lena Luthor matches with Supergirl on tinder and she’s convinced that she’s being catfished.

no one but you (got me feeling this way) - AgentJoanneMills

It’s not like Kara deliberately sets out to make her life harder than it should be. It’s not her fault that she’s excitable, okay, and she forgets things sometimes and maybe those things should not be forgotten under any circumstances. Maybe those things include, well, housing forms, which as it turns out are super important to submit on time if she wants to not be homeless on her sophomore year of college.

A Ribbon at a Time - abcooper

After Lex Luthor defeated Superman, after the courts declared him innocent, after CADMUS rose to power, 16 year old Kara Danvers went into hiding. Five years later, a chance encounter with L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor throws her back into everything she’s been running from.

Exquisite - Cartecka

Just another mistaken identity fic. Kara falls in love with Lena, but how could a junior reporter ever compete with Supergirl?

judge - cautiouslyoptimistic

it starts with a cat and an interview and the realization that they’re not so different after all, or, a chance meeting kinda changes everything

Breaking down (the walls) - thistableforone

Surely they got it wrong when they said green is a cold color because Kara’s chest suddenly feels incredibly warm. Kara feels out of place.

Green Eyed Monster - shawdog21

Lena’s new intern starts to show Lena a little too much attention in Kara’s opinion. or, Lena’s intern is thirsty af and Kara doesn’t realise she’s jealous.

Her Brother’s Keeper - ProfessorSpork

“Now,” Lena says, physically pushing her keyboard away on her desk, as though trying to distance herself from the temptation to keep working. “What can I do for you?” Anyone who has met Lena is familiar with these words. They are her go-to greeting; practiced, polite, and most importantly, meant in earnest. A thesis statement: Lena Luthor wants to help.

we’re playing to a full house, darling (but this show can’t go on) - The_Ominous_Owl

Kara’s struggling to find work. Lena’s struggling to find herself. When fate (with some help from Cat Grant) casts them into the same orbit they find themselves completely off-script, because while everyone knows about the sins of the father, they’re somewhat less clear about the sins of one’s siblings. Throw into that an audience hungry for stories at the expense of fact, a showrunner with a plan nobody saw coming, and a co-star who steadfastly refuses to keep it in his pants, and you’ve got a tale so dramatic even the protagonists have noticed.

Ongoing:

a world full of light, & you (always you) - unicyclehippo

accidental marriage fic - kara and lena work their way through the seven courtship steps of a kryptonian marriage…without realising it.

You’re no stranger to my soul - eluigih

They say that every face you see in a dream is one you’ve seen before. OR, Kara’s been dreaming of a cute barista for months and she’s determined to get some answers. [Soulmate AU]

Duck - coeurastronaute

Standard ‘first word your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body’ except its supposed to be the weird words I could manage. I’m sure I could have gone weirder but this is going to be a 5-ish chapter short story.

avoidance strategies - younglemonade

“I’m not over her,” Lena breathes, and she hopes Supergirl hears what she really means: that she might never be over her. She adds “this doesn’t mean anything”, because it seems like a good way to sum up the fact that she’s imagining someone else, no matter how hard she’s trying not to. Supergirl nods, and then they’re kissing again.

it’s a boy! - bs13

When an alien baby falls from the sky and into her life, Lena realizes she has a lot to learn - namely, how to deal with not only a baby with super powers, but also the mysterious new neighbour who seems to know more than she’s letting on. AU.

You Deserve It All - karalovesallthegirls

AKA the sugar baby Kara AU

The Fifth Wall - Black_Tea_and_Bones

Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor. But it isn’t Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby… Right?

Paranoia Incarnated - SupercorpSmutFluffandAngst

Lena Luthor blames herself for everything that had happened in National City. The Daxamite army was able to invade National City simply because she built the machine that brought them to Earth. She buries herself in work and decides to simply rely on herself and never trust anyone ever again. She decides to avoid everything and everyone, especially Kara Danvers, who she is in love with, as well as the Girl of Steel. However, that proves to be easier said than done. Especially when Supergirl reaches out to her for help when she is affected by something lethal. Eventually, the relationship between her and Supergirl grows and Lena finds herself falling in love with both blondes present in her life.

Oneshots:

It is For Your Sake I Have Braved the Glen - seabiscuit

Sometimes you have a good day, sometimes you accidentally see a picture of your friend’s boobs and it changes the entire trajectory of your life. It’s all about not splitting hairs.

cops, robbers & incredibly bad decisions - C_AND_B

Kara’s been trying to catch a masked criminal for months, and Lena, well Lena is just trying to steal from the rich and give to the poor (or something along those lines).

brave - cautiouslyoptimistic

they met as wide-eyed, sticky fingered, mess inclined, and chatty third graders. and kara had known it was a love story from the start. or, it takes a long time for kara and lena to stop being stupid about each other

Almost. - C_AND_B

“The need to kiss Kara Danvers was a passive one, a consistent one, an unavoidable thing - she had enough boys following her around like lost puppies for that much to be evident (although, now Lena had found herself as one of those lost puppies, so perhaps it was a little hypocritical to be so judgemental).” Times Lena wants to kiss Kara but chickens out (and the time it finally happens).

Sun Kissed by ribkages

Lena accidentally lets her feelings for Kara slip when the reporter takes the CEO to a science convention for her birthday OR, Kara and Lena go on a weekend trip and see cool sciencey things, and Lena falls more in love with Kara.

the softest of highs - falsealarm

“She wonders how many times she’s allowed to cancel on Kara before she’s ousted from their friendship. Her generosity has to stop somewhere and surely a fifth time in as many weeks could be it, the final nail in the coffin Lena’s built herself.”

Green (Kara loves it and hates it in equal measure) - BloodInTheFields

It’s not that Kara doesn’t want Lena to have other friends, no. Not at all. Why wouldn’t she want that? Pfft. It’s stupid. Lena can totally have more than one friend and Kara’s fine with it. If Lena wants to start hanging out with Winn, or accepts an invitation to go out and drink from Alex; then Kara is happy for her. or, in which Kara is a jealous hoe who doesn’t understand what she’s feeling.

I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language - lynnearlington

“In the center of it all, on her desk, is a gorgeous glass vase full of over two dozen lavender roses. “Pretty,” she murmurs as she comes around to look at them. In the middle of the light purple flowers is a small card, thank you written in elegant script over the surface. There’s no name, but there doesn’t need to be.” A love story, told with flowers.

exception by cautiouslyoptimistic

kara keeps doing strange things, and lena doesn’t know what to make of it or, kara is in love and it takes lena an absurdly long time to notice

One And The Same - acoolusername

Lena Luthor has two crushes: Supergirl and Kara Danvers. This is the story of how she discovers they are one and the same.

Of hickey’s and hearts - Rykeral

Lena Luthor becomes increasingly frustrated with how she never seems to leave hickeys on Kara, and she has been trying-very, very hard. Cue an elaborate (simple and selfish) plan in order to ensure the world knows Kara is taken. Prompt from Tumblr and the user Supercorppp. One-shot. Supercorp

Honesty is the Best Policy (if you can make it that far) - Ryaninthesky

Kara tries to tell her girlfriend she’s Supergirl. And tries, and tries, and tries. Or, Lena thinks Kara has a kink for dressing up as Supergirl, but she’s endlessly supportive.

make my wish come true - falsealarm

“Kara said she could come over whenever she was free, had literally texted Lena saying she would welcome the company so she knows she isn’t going to intrude but Lena’s three hours early and she doesn’t know if that welcome extends this far ahead.” AKA Lena shows up early to a friend get-together at Kara’s and things get festive (and flirty) real quick.

in the sun - isawet

Lena needs a date and Kara needs a job. (fake dating supercorp)

Green-Eyed Kryptonite - Alexis_Payton

Lena chuckled lowly and Kara’s stomach flipped and twisted into an achingly, tight knot. Yep. It was official. Kara would need to inform the DEO as soon as possible: Lena Luthor was definitely some form of Kryptonite.

Crush - spacemanearthgirl

Kara becomes jealous when she thinks Lena is flirting with Supergirl.

Don’t Let Her Go - Cartecka

Cat Grant has watched Lena Luthor grow up and has watched her get broken over and over. She wants to make sure that it doesn’t happen again.

Say Something - C_AND_B

“Her face is plastered into a smile, one she hopes doesn’t look as obviously fake as it feels, but she still can’t breathe. She feels like the world has crumbled on her chest. Maybe it has. There’s no doubt in her mind that her entire world shattered the moment Kara spoke those words… I’m getting married.” Or, Lena has been silently in love with Kara for years and now Kara’s getting married and Lena has to do something, doesn’t she?

Other lists:

social media aus 

faking dating

soulmate aus

 fluff  

smut

angst + slowburn 

one shots 

one shots + angst 

supercorp + kids 

coffee shop aus

neighbour aus

medieval 

hogwarts aus

supercorp boarding school aus 

supercorp high school/college aus

fics where Kara is the one pining  

supercorp rivalry

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