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First Five Chapters

Chapter 1: Chapter 1- The New Generation

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Adora's Log #1...

20 years. It's been over 20 years since the defeat of Horde Prime. I can hardly believe so much time has passed. To me, it always felt like it was yesterday, what with the constant panic attacks and PTSD and whatnot. Then again, I try to remember everything that has happened. If I listed everything, I'd be here all day, but at the top of my head: I was made Grand Knight of Etheria, we discovered another dimension and met a different version of me (Sidenote- Retro Adora, as we've been calling her, is a bit of a weirdo. She can also become She-Ra, but she has a bizarre habit of announcing it to nobody in particular). We brought back Queen Angella, but it seems all those years in the void have caused some lasting damage to her psyche. Oh yeah, we also accidently resurrected the past She-Ras. Actually, my son, Finn, is at Liq'Ollem, training with Juliet right now. I wonder if-"

"Yo, Adora! You ready? We're gonna go check on Finn. Also, we have guest coming along"

Adora looked up at her wife, Catra. The magicat extended her hand, which Adora happily took.

Liq'Ollem

Even after 20 years, it was still hard to believe that this place used to be the Fright Zone, but what stood in its place was a sprawling metropolis, a melting pot of all the cultures of Etheria. Let's go to the park, where Finn was busy building muscles and training with Juliet. Training for the G1 Cosmic Tenkaichi.

Following Finn's birth, Juliet was made to be a godmother to the son of Adora and Catra, a task she has excelled in greatly. "That's right. That's how you do it!" Juliet proudly told Finn as they did the 200th set of reps! "Thanks. It's all your doing. I have a great trainer you know." Finn winks at Juliet who has been a mentor and guide ever since they were born. Juliet laughed heartily at them. "Damn right! Hey, your moms are here!" she said, pointing to the stupid lesbian and her cat wife!"

Finn gave a sigh as they walked up to the moms. "Hey, Mamadora. Hey, Momoew. What are you guys doing here?" they asked.

Adora replied, "Well, We're here to see you, silly!"

Catra tried to ruffle Finn's hair, only for them to swat her hand away.

"Oh yeah," Adora perked up, "We brought along someone really special!"

Finn and Juiliet looked at each other, then back to the couple. "Oh, and who is this special guest?" Juliet asked.

Catra and Adora pointed to the approaching third woman.

"Finn, I want you to meet Retro Adora. She's not from our dimension! You both haven't been able to get to know each other and Finn, she happens to be your aunt. Might as well introduce yourself to your aunt, don't you think?"

Finn gave this a thought and then said, "I guess so. I would love to know her, Mom." Finn said and genuinely meant it. Retro Adora was a part of their family and it was incumbent upon Finn to know every member of their family. "Hello Finn, my gorgeous nephew. Can't believe I'm seeing you for the first time in twelve years! What a journey it's been, ha?" Retro Adora was always the chirpy one in the family and she would always make it a point to let everyone know that she is a She-Ra. She took a lot of pride in being a She-Ra and could not say it out loud enough, much to everyone's annoyance.

"Well then, I guess you will be seeing more of me, auntie. Rest assured," said Finn with a wink.

"I'm eagerly looking forward to it," replied Retro Adora.

With the recurrent trips she had made to this realm from the other dimension and functioning as an actual family member for Adora and Catra, she really had become a fixture in their life. "Alright, then. Off you go. Better not keep everyone waiting," said Adora. "Oh, yes. I have to go and check on the others. I'll join you all later then." Finn waved the three ladies a goodbye and headed off to check on the others.

"Bye, bitches!"

Squared off under a tree, Scorpia and her daughter, Rose, were found sparring with each other. Perfuma watched from a distance. Between the scorpion claws at the end of her fingertips and the flower power, Rose was truly the best of both worlds. Rose cartwheeled over a sweeping kick, and attempted a pele, only to be caught in Scorpia's grip.

"Dammit!" Rose shouted.

"Easy, Rose. You're gonna do great at the Cosmic Tenkaichi, but you still have a lot to learn!" Scorpia said with a grin.

"Looks like your training in going well," An approaching Finn remarked. "Of course, being the offspring of Scorpia and I has it's perks," said Pefuma.

"Rose is awesome! She's gonna do so well in the tournament," Scorpia gushed.

Finn placed an arm over Rose's shoulder. "They're right, y'know. I can't wait to see you in action" Finn said. Rose always felt good about herself, but it didn't hurt to let someone gas her up, however, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of envy towards the young magicat. "Finn, when we get older, you'll be the first of us to get laid, won't ya?" she asked. "ROSE! YOU'RE 13! Don't be so vulgar!" Perfuma shouted before calming down. "Sorry...sorry...but you really don't need to be so...perverse. Rose rolled her eyes calmly. Deep down, she knows that she's still in the early stages of puberty, and eventually, her hormones would hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Right, imma go check up on Maila. The gods know she must be getting put through her paces!"

By the lake, the daughter of Seahawk and Mermista repelled fast flying water balls. Also, Frosta was there to chuck snowballs every once in a while.

"Let's go! Pep in your step!" Mermista demanded. After a bit more dodging and weaving, Maila closed in on Frosta, then wiped the sweat from the blue streak in her otherwise brown hair and shot it into the ice princess's eyes.

Frosta reeled back in pain. "Ow, you goddamned cheap-shotting little shit!" she said as she decked Maila in the face.

"Yo, Frosta! Got bored bodying scrubs in Smash, so you're bodying scrubs IRL?"

"Finn, shut the fuck up! I'm no scrub!" said Maila.

Finn rolled their eyes with a chuckle. "Good to see you too, Maila. How's training going?"

The mermaid-pirate princess gave a confident smirk. "I am so ready for a tourney. Finn, are YOU ready for a championship ADVENTURE?!!!" Mermista rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Uuugh, Maila, you don't have to yell, we're right here!" she moaned. Maila was definitely her and Seahawk's daughter, she had inherited Mermista's mermaid form, but that's all she got. Maila snickered like an idiot as Frosta suddenly got a message on her holo-pager. "Oh crap, speaking of tournaments, I got a local Smash tournament at Snow.

As soon as Frosta was out of earshot, Finn said, "I swear, I don't think she ever really grew up, did she? Speaking of adult-children, where's Seahawk?"

Mermista rolled her eyes. "Finn, remind Adora to swing be Sealinies later today. Seahawk is nursing a broken bussy..." she droned.

Maila tilted her head. "What's a bussy"

Finn turned a bright head, but then they noticed Riley. Riley sprinted around the trees and shrubbery as a laugh-filled Spinnerella stood on her tornado, which blasted tennis balls everywhere. Riley moved serpentine. High above him, Netossa swung from tree to tree with her nets. "Come on, Riley. Put some pep in your step, son!" said Netossa. At the moment, Finn ran up to Riley, running backwards, saying, "Well, looks like, Spinny and Netossa are putting you through it.

"Hey, Finn! Can't talk! Being pelted with balls!" said Riley.

"RILEY! PHRASING!" shouted Spinnerella.

"Sorry, Mom!"

Riley suddenly tripped over a loose branch, leaving him wide open to get blasted with several balls.

Finn awkwardly rubbed the back of their head, saying, "Oof, I'll just go check on Archer!"

Archer's training just amounted to being shot at by Glimmer and Micah as Bow and Angella sat on the sidelines, taking it all in. "Oh yeah, that's right, Archer. Dance, son. Dance!" Speaking of dancing, Glimmer's movements with new magic kinda looked like samba combat. "Come on, Mom. Come on, Grandpa Micah! Bring me all you got!

"Y'know, it's still surreal to have a grandson," Micah mused.

"Yes, well, he is a good one", Angella remarked. Ever since being rescued from the void, things were not easy for the bridlady. All those years in total, white isolation have wreaked havoc on Angie's psyche, the road to recovery has been slow and painful, but she has made great strides, and Archer certainly helped out.

Glimmer's eyes sparkled as she grinned an almost crazed grin as she obliged. Teleporting into point blank range, Glimmer attempted to blast Archer in the face, but Archer diverted the shot, which nearly hit Finn, who was perched up in a nearby tree. Luckily, Finn had the wherewithal to dodge at the last moment.

"Glimmer, did you forget to take your meds again?" they pondered.

Angella raised an eyebrow.

"Meds? Glimmah, what're they talking about?!"

Glimmer desperately looked for excuses to get out of the situation. "Uh...Finn, you were on your way to see Iyexi. I'll teleport you to your buddy, Iyexi, since I need to talk to Entrapta!"

With that, Glimmer pounced and tackled Finn, teleporting them both to the other side of the park.

Hordak and Entrapta took notes as Iyexi threw precise and calculated punches and kicks at Kadroh, who was formerly known as Wrong Hordak. "Very good, sister!" said Kadroh. Iyexi lined up a strong kick, only for Glimmer to teleport into the line of fire and get the wind knocked outta her!

"Are you okay?" said Iyexi.

Glimmer struggled to her feet and said, "Yeah, I'm all good, but y'know, I still can't believe you two had a kid. I didn't think Hordak had a dick!"

Finn rolled their eyes as they went to go speak with Iyexi and Kodroh. "Finn, brother! How are your mothers?" said Kadroh.

"Well, Mamadora hasn't had a manic episode in a couple months, a new record, so I'd say we're doing fine..."

Iyexi took Finn by the hand. "Finn! Are you ready for that tournament? Ready to go in and bust some heads?"

Finn chuckled.

"Hell yeah. We're going all the way!"

Iyexi chuckled. "Let's save it for the tournament. Speaking of which, it's gonna be on Xisaeus, so we'd better be careful with the wildlife, y'know!"

"Yeah, whatever, Iyexi."

"Hey, Finn. Isn't your cousin, Rohan, competing this year?"

Finn nodded. "Yep, he is. We've made a pact that we'd face each other in the finals!"

While the two were having their discussion, Glimmer went up to Entrapta, saying, "So, have you finished with your little project yet?"

Entrapta beamed, telling the queen, "Yep! I've finally managed to mod us all into Smash!"

"Excellent! This is gonna be lit!"

Meanwhile, Iyexi produced a tablet to show Finn the current tournament bracket.

"Alright, so there is one competitor, from Xisaeus. Her name is Kazari, so I guess she'll have a hometown advantage. Finn? FIIINN? FINN!!!" Iyexi shouted.

Finn was suddenly jolted back to reality.

"Shit...I'm sorry, it's just Kazari...she's a magicat! Just like me and Momeow. So rare!" they said.

Planet Xisaeus. The Next Day

The hot sun bared down on a certain magicat. She sported dark red hair with a matching tail wrapped around her waist like a belt, gray fur and wore a tight red vest. Enter: Kazari.

As Kazari laid motionless, her dads, Ian Artemy and Steve Pigeon walked up to her, with Artemy saying, "Oi, Kazari, if you're not too busy, we're gonna need you to make a snag run."

Kazari yawned and kipped up. "Fuckin' hell, dads. I was having the best nap. Alright then, I'll be back.

As Kazari went into the city, she took a look at the massive stadium in the center of the city square. With a smirk, she simply said, "Look out, world, here comes Kazari!"

Chapter 2: Chapter 2- Cosmic Tenkaichi

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The day of the G1 Cosmic Tenkaichi has arrived. Everybody had reconvened at Brightmoon that morning as requested by Juliet. "So, Juliet. What did you call us here anyway?" asked Finn. Juliet and Adora smiled, with Adora saying, "Well, I wanted to discuss the name of our team, as well as share some advice. First and foremost, your team name. Since we're repping both Etheria AND Eternia, we'll be calling ourselves; TEAM GRAYSKULL!"

Glimmer summoned a box, and inside of that box, there were multiple jackets with a fanged lightning bolt.

"Damn, these are pretty pog!" said Iyexi. Angella rolled her eyes, saying, "I swear, i'll never understand the vernacular of your generation, Iyexi!"

As Micah took Angella's hand to comfort her, he remarked, "Y'know, i'm just going to say it, it's weird that the son of She-Ra and the daughter of Hordak are as close as they are."

Juliet was checking the bracket on a tracker pad, when Catra went up the formerly deceased woman. "Hey Juliet, let me see the bracket!" the magicat demanded, rather rudely.

Juliet turned the tablet to the magicat, and Catra was shocked to her core. On the bracket, there was a gray magicat with short red hair and green feline eyes.

"Her name is Kazari, looks like she's running unaffiliated," said Juliet.

"Dear Gods, the resemblance is uncanny! You really think that could be...nah!"

"Is there a problem?" asked Juliet.

Before the conversation could go any further, Catra had another coughing fit. While she luckily didn't cough up a hairball this time. Catra fell to her knees and Adora joined her, concern written all over her face. "It's okay, Adora. I'm fine!"

As Catra got to her feet, Finn came into the room. "Moms, is everything alright? It's time to go for the tournament!" they said.

Adora nodded. "Right, go warm up Darla!"

Finn nodded and ran off the started up Darla.

About an hour later...

Glimmer looked out of the bay window. "Alright, everyone. We'll be there in about a couple minutes. I have one last piece of advice to give you all; FIGHT HARD! HAVE FUN! CLEAR EYES AND FULL HEARTS! CAN'T LOSE!!" Bow placed a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, Glimmer," he said. "We're here!" said Finn. Team Grayskull ran up to the windows and saw the stadium in front of them. It was vast and vibrant. People were beginning to fill up the seats. On one end of the stadium, there was a huge concert-like stage with a huge ramp that led all the way down to the ring. On the ring canvas, there was a yin-yang symbol.

As Darla touched down, Adora was the first to exit, followed by the others. "C'mon, Finn. Let's find Rohan!"

"Hey, Finn! Aunt Adora!" a voice cried out.

"Well, it looks like we won't need to search long," Adora remarked.

A few feet away was a boy, about Finn's age. He wore a lavender headband that parted his long red hair, which he had inherited from her mother, Teela. Speaking of which, King Adam and Queen Teela were not too far behind.

Adora, for better or worse has changed quite a bit over the years, but she's still a dumb jock lesbian with all the grace of a big bull seal, so upon seeing Adam, Adora said, "ADAM!" and jumped upon her brother and gave him a big wet sloppy kiss, causing Teela and Catra to pry her off. Adam simply chuckled, saying, "Good to see you too, Adora."

Rohan raised an eyebrow. "Mom, Dad is taking that way too well," he remarked. Teela rolled her eyes. "Welp. I'm not surprised. Adora literally said, in front of the Gods and everybody, that other than Bow, Adam was the only man she'd go straight for..."

Retro Adora walked up to the twins, saying, "Well, I hate to disrupt this lovely reunion, but we should probably get to the locker room!"

"Hey, other Adora," said Adam.

:Retro Adora nodded in greeting as three women suddenly approached the three warriors.

"Wow, you're She-Ra, He-Man and other She-Ra!" one of them said.

"We're like...your biggest fans! Will you sign our titties?" As if on cue, all three of them raised their shirts, revealing three pairs of bountiful boobage of varying shapes and sizes. Adam gasped while Adora, being the dumb jock lesbian she is, shot out a spray of blood. Retro Adora was a bit better about this, but she was still an Adora, so she was drooling like a dog on a hot summer's day as she signed her name, saying, "I love being me!"

Locker Room

Kazari paced back and forth as Artemy and Pigeon tried to console her. "Try and relax, mate, you're gonna end up wearing yourself out before your first match," said Artemy.

"Sorry, Dad. I'm just a little excited to bust some heads!" Kazari said.

"Just go out there and have fun!" said Pigeon.

As Kazari nodded, Team Grayskull entered the locker room. Once Kazari was not looking, Adora and Catra got a better look at the magicat, but then, Finn went over to speak with Kazari!

"Hey, I'm Finn. The Product of She-Ra's semen. Good luck out there," they said, extending a hand.

"Thanks, mate. If you make it to the finals, I'd be honored to knock ya out!" Kazari said with a wink.

Before the conversation could go any further, Adora quickly grabbed Finn by arm and pulled them away, much to Kazari's confusion.

All competitors! Please report to the main stage for the opening ceremony!"

The Main Stage

All of the teams in the tournament stood on their own pedestals with the team logos on the front. The announcer grabbed a mic and gestured to the teams. "Welcome, one and all to the 8th Annual G1 Cosmic Tenkaichi. First, let's say hello to the teams who will be fighting for supremacy!" The Princess Alliance had taken seats in the skybox. As the teams were introduced.

"Representing Planet Zachin is Team Junga!"

"Representing Planet Cimexxo is Team Thunderstruck!"

"Representing Planet Panjax is Team Gingas!"

"Representing Planet Sahars is Team Corona!"

"Representing Planet Shuddah is Team Express!"

"Representing Planet Santhex is Team Thenia!"

"Representing Planet Primus is Team XeXalla"

"Representing both Etheria and Eternia is Team Grayskull!"

Team Grayskull waved to the thunderous crowd, with Finn saying, "Wow, they love us. Let's make it showy, everyone!"

"Finally, fighting unaffiliated, from right here, Planet Xisaeus. It's Kazari!"

If Team Grayskull had a loud reaction, then Jesus may well have came back to Earth, it's probably because Kazari is the hometown fighter, so that's to be expected.

"While the teams go back to prepare, please enjoy the opening ceremony!"

Adora gave a sigh, pulling out her tablet. The first match on the card shook Adora to the core.

Round 1, Match 1-

Team Grayskull's

ARCHER (He/Him)

Vs.

Kazari(She/They)

It was time for the first match of the tournament.

Archer ran out onto the stage, taking in the vast crowd in front of him, brimming with confidence, something he had inherited from his mother, Glimmer. Catra took Adora's hand as Archer struck a pose, prompting alternating blasts of pyro from either side of the stage. Adora tensed up at the sudden explosions, but Bow and Glimmer was there to give her a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, Adora. It's just pyro," said Bow. Adora was able to quickly calm down as Bow and Glimmer cheered on their son as he came down the ramp.

Now that Archer was in the ring, it was time for Kazari to make her entrance.

Kazari was much more energetic as the 13 year old magicat jogged from one end of the stage to another before heading down the ramp. Halfway down, Kazari stopped and stared down Archer and struck her own pose, kicking up a massive stream of pyro.

Micah looked at Catra and Adora and asked, "So...that kid. I still can't put my finger on it, but there is something about her that's just...off!"

"I don't know, but the resemblance is way too uncanny to ignore, we'll have to keep tabs on her for the time being!" said Catra. Adora said nothing as she watched Kazari enter the ring. The ring announcer grabbed the mic.

"Ladies, gentlemen and NBs, this bout is set for one fall. Introducing first, representing Team Grayskull...Archer! And his opponent, fighting unaffiliated, Kazari!"

After a few moments, the bell rang, starting the match. Archer quickly teleported behind Kazari and boxed her in the back, but Kazari landed on a hand and went for a mule kick which Archer teleported out the way of.

The prince of Brightmoon was now in front of the mysterious magicat with a smug grin, Kazari was not really worried. "Okay, Archer," they said. "I'm glad we've paired up, I've needed an opportunity to practice with these powers!"

Archer was confused. "Powers? What powers?" he asked. His question was soon answered as Kazari's fist glowed with a dull green and purple glow. Next thing Archer knew, he was on the receiving end of a massive uppercut, knocking him or cold. Kazari then pinned his shoulders to the mat and the ref counted. "1...2...3"

"And with that Kazari takes things first win of the day. Let's see if Team Grayskull can rebound against Team Junga!"

Glimmer gritted her teeth in anger, but Bow squeezed her hand. "It's alright, Glimmer. Our son is much stronger than that! Right now, he needs our support!"

The Infarmery

Archer held an icepack to his head, surrounded by Finn and the Best Friend Squad. "It's ok, buddy. You did good!" Bow said reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Archer. I'll get the win in our next match. We got this!" Finn said, triumphantly.

Adora hung back and thought to herself. "That energy from Kazari. It's faint, but it felt like...havok..."

Next Match- Team Grayskull's Finn (They/Them) vs. Team Junga's Cymbol (He/Him)

While Cymbol was already in the ring as Finn confidently walked to the ring, limbering up as they went down the ramp. "You got this, Finn!" Catra yelled out." This is it, Finn," Juliet mused. "Time to show them with it means to be the son of a She-Ra. Make us proud..."

Finn and Cymbol bowed to the ref, then to each other. As the two went to their corners, the ref signaled for the bell, prompting Finn to launch forward, dodge an extendo arm attack, and nail Cymbol in the face, knocking him out immediately. Finn prepared another attack, but the referee stopped them as doctors checked on their opponent.

"Ladies and gents. Cymbol is unable to continue, therefore, the winner via knockout is Finn," the ref declared.

"Wowzers! Talk about a reversal of fortune! Finn has carried their team to a KO-Victory. We will take a short break, but we'll right back with the action.

Locker Room

Kazari watched the monitor in awe at the power that Finn had just displayed. "Man, that Finn is gonna be hard to beat. Hopefully my body can keep up," she said.

UP NEXT

TEAM GRAYSKULL'S FINN (They/Them) VS. TEAM THENIA'S SHRUMO (He/Him)

While Shrumo was already in the ring, Finn slowly walked to the ring, determined to make Shrumo acknowledge them, as well as Team Grayskull. They knew it would not be a cakewalk. Shurmo was much bigger than Finn, but Finn was the product of She-Ra's semen; they wouldn't go down so easily either. It was to show the world the sheer power of the son of She-Ra and student of Juliet.

"Let's go, Finn. You got this!" Adora cheered. Finn got up on the top rope and pointed to Adora and Catra. The crowd also seemed into it as they showed in the large swell of cheers. Finn stared down their opponent as the ref called for the bell.

Finn rushed in for an attack, but was met with a myriad of german suplexes followed up by a multitude of devastating suplexes. If these attacks were doing any damage, Finn hardly showed it as they just got up and kicked Shrumo in the face, sending him to his hands and knees. Acting quickly, Finn traversed up the top rope and curb stomped the santhexian into oblivion before pinning him. The ref counted; 1...2...3...

"The winner of this match...Finn.

Finn lifted their hands in victory. Adora and Catra were very proud, and rightfully so.

Later on...

Maila circled around her opponent from Team Xexalla. In the skybox, Seahawk was cheering wildly while Mermista was more reserved..

Malia hooked her opponent's inner thigh, rolled through and transitioned into a superkick for the win.

Team Grayskull's Iyexi (She/Her) VS. Team Corona's Bret (He/Him)

Some time later, it was Iyexi's turn to fight. This was an important match, because if she won this bout, Team Grayskull would move on to the semi finals. It won't be easy, her opponent from Team Corona was a stoic looking bear of a boy named Bret. The 13 year old half-spacebat was not afraid in the slightest however. Iyexi simply needed to use basic math and geometry. At the ring of the bell, Bret charged at Iyexi, so Iyexi ran backyards used Bret's momentum against him to slam him into the turnbuckle. Grabbing him by the waist, Iyexi unleashed a devastating bridging suplex for a close 2 count, but Iyexi planned for this. Springing to her feet, Iyexi caught Bret with a roundhouse kick to the head. It was quite ironic that in some communities, the middle rope was called 'Bret's Rope', because Iyexi finished off Bret with a split legged moonsault from bret's rope for the win.

UP NEXT

Kazari, Unaffiliated (She/They) VS. Team Express' Jack (He/They)

Kazari was in the similar situation to Iyexi. This was a must win for her if she wants to be in the semi-finals. Jack was faster than Kazari had anticipated, clipping her with many elbows and forearms. Kazari was eventually forced back into a corner. As the magicat gritted her teeth, she knew what she had to do. Jack advanced to finish her off, only for Kazari to dart forward with a havok infused kneestrike to Jack's forehead. The blow sounded like a cannon blast went off in the stadium. As all this played, Catra looked the her wife. "I'm getting some serious bad vibes from that Kazari girl!" she said. Adora nodded in agreement. The magicat took in Kazari's appearance, and began to zone out before being snapped back to reality by the other three.

"Mama mia!!! What a knockout victory!!! Kazari moves on to the semi-finals!!!

The crowd was going absolutely bonkers. This was to be expected, since Kazari was the hometown underdog. The young magicat, however, slid out of the ring with a noticeable limp.

Later on...

UP NEXT

Team Grayskull's Riley (He/Him) vs. Team Gingas' Leosh

Back in the skybox, Adora looked towards Spinnerella and Netossa. "So, Riley is up next, how do you feel?" she asked. Spinnerella sighed and said, "Excited, but nervous. I'm afraid that Riley will get hurt." Netossa took her wife's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, Spinny. This is OUR son we're talking about. We've trained him well. He's gonna do just fine," she said. This did little to ease Spinnerella's nerves, but she did appreciate the sentiment, so she gave a warm smile.

Back in the locker room, Kazari sat on the bench as doctors inspected her knee. It was red and swollen. It hurt to bend. "Oh, fahkin hell. My knee feels like it's going to explode at any second. Give it to me straight, doc," said Kazari.

The doctor gave a concerned sigh. "Well, I'm not really sure. With an ice pack, knee brace and an Advil, you might be able to get midway through the semi-finals at best!" he said.

Kazari looked at a monitor on the wall.

"And with that, Riley scores another victory for Team GraySkull!"

Back in the skybox, Netossa wrapped an arm around Spinny's waist. "Ya see? Told you there was nothing to worry about!" she said. Adora had her head down as the next match started. Juliet went over to her successor with a concerned look. "Take it easy, Adora. It's that Kazari girl, isn't it?" she parsed together. Adora gave a sigh, saying, "Something just doesn't seem right..."

"Listen, try not to jump to any conclusions, Adora. You're not working with a full picture. For all you know, that could just be some random magicat.

Adora glared at Juliet.

"How can you be so calm about this?"

"I'm not, all I'm saying is that we shouldn't make rash judgements!"

Some time later...

"It has been an epic and action-packed semi-final round of the G1 Cosmic Tenkaichi. To think we're only 1 match away from the finals. Who will join Finn in the main event?!"

Adora once more tensed up as more colorful towers of fireworks shot into the air from raftors, along with a trail of pyro that ran up the ramp, and up the sides of the stage. This time, it was Catra who took Adora's hand, calming her down significantly. "It's okay, Adora. It's just the fireworks," she assured her. The moment the fireworks show subsided, the next match was immediately announced.

UP NEXT

Team Grayskull's Iyexi (She/Her) vs. Kazari (She/They)

Iyexi kneeled on the top of the stage for a moment before springing to her feet, walking to the ring with purpose. Hordak and Entrapta couldn't make it, so they had everyone wear welding goggles to support Iyexi. "How cool would it be to win both the Overall and the Grand championships?" said Adora. Retro Adora nodded in agreement. "Yes," she said, "It'll be a testament for this new generation."

As Kazari made her entrance Catra whispered into Adora's ear, "I'm going to the restroom, I'll be as quick as I can." As Catra left, Adora studied Kazari's movements. "Hm. That Kazari girl. There's something off about her. Her movements are more subdued. More...defensive I think. I'll have to pay close attention!"

Kazari walked up the steps rather slowly, much less energetic than before. She did her best to hide the fact that she was in considerable pain.

"Kazari must have some sort of weak spot! I have to find it!"

It was time for the penultimate match of the evening! Who will face Finn in the main event? Will it be an internal battle for the grand championship? Or will Finn face this mysterious magicat? There was only one way to find out. The referee called for the bell.

As the Iyexi and Kazari circled each other. Adora took note of Kazari's stance.

"Kazari's stance is different from before. Her left knee is dragging unlike before. Her right knee is now in the support position. Almost as if..."

"Hey, Adora. I'm back!"

Adora looked to the source of the voice. Much to her relief, it was Catra, but then, she saw that her beloved wife was pale and had a bit of a sweat.

"Catra, you don't look so well!" said a concerned Adora.

"I'm okay, Adora. Just a cough. So, what'd I miss?" asked Catra

"Not much, the match just started."

Iyexi quickly went for a swift kick to the knee, which Kazari had to bend down and block the shot with her hand. Adora took notice of this and looked to Catra. "Look, Kazari's already on the defensive, she must be hurt!" she remarked. Catra nodded in agreement.

Iyexi also seemed to take notice of Kazari's injury as well, quickly going for the bad knee in a pounce attack. Kazari used Iyexi's lowered center of gravity to cartwheel over this, making sure to land solely on her good leg. She was not out of the woods yet, as Iyexi grabbed her in a belly to belly overhead suplex, this time, Kazari was not so lucky as she landed on the foot of her bad leg, sending a painful shockwave of pain coursing up her leg and through her knee. The young magicat hissed in pain as Iyexi advanced towards her. Before Iyexi could land a blow, Kazari rolled back, pivoted onto her hand and mule kicked Iyexi in the jaw.

Using the ropes, Kazari lifted herself to her feet.

"IYEXI! YOU GOTTA THE FINISH THIS RIGHT NOW!!! DO IT!!! Adora roared.

Iyexi was ready to do just that, taking a few steps back to line up a killshot. Kazari however, was not backing down, in fact, just as Iyexi was making a gunshot gesture, Kazari raised her bad knee up with her arms spread out at a 45 degree angle. Iyexi shot forward at with all the speed and power she could muster, only to run into a ROUNDHOUSE CRANE KICK, sending the half-spacebat to the ground with a thud. Kazari stumbled a bit before going in for the pin.

"1...2...3!"

"Can you believe that?! After a topsy turvy match, the main event is now set! Here is the final match up.

Adora was barely able to contain her anger. Not at Iyexi, as she did well, but at the circumstances. Kazari is about to face Finn. Her baby. Catra's baby. It was as if the gods were either playing out a grand narrative, or playing a cruel sick joke. Adora and Catra looked at the screen that now read:

MAIN EVENT

TEAM GRAYSKULL'S FINN (They/Them) vs. KAZARI, UNAFFILIATED (She/They)

Chapter 3: Chapter 3- MAIN EVENT! Finn vs Kazari

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With gritted teeth, Adora looked to Glimmer and said, "Glimmer, get us to the locker room. I need to talk to Finn!" Glimmer reluctantly obliged.

The intermission before the main event was a godsend for Kazari. "One more match," she said. Just one more match to become champion.

Finn, meanwhile, was stretching their limbs, making sure they were as nimble as possible for this important final battle. The magicat suddenly perked up at the sound of Glimmer's teleportation. "Finn? Got a minute?" said Adora. Finn walked up to their mother with a curious expression. "I'm all ears," they said. Adora placed a hand on her son's shoulder and said, "Listen, Finn. Against anybody else, I wouldn't care whether you won or lost, just as long as you do your very best. But against the Kazari girl...something is off about her...YOU MUST WIN! Please, for the love of the gods, you absolutely must not lose! Do you hear me?" Adora said sternly. Finn simply nodded.

"Good. Me, Catra, Bow and Glimmer will be in the front row to cheer you on!"

As Adora embraced her son, Glimmer looked at her friend like, "We are?"

"Will both finalists please report to the ring," the PA System boomed.

"Good luck, Finn!" the two teleported off. It was time for Finn to show the world the power of the new generation.

Glimmer teleported herself, Adora and the others down to the front row as Finn emerged.

BGM-Resistance to Resilience by Reluctant Hero

For what was hopefully the second to last time, Finn's entrance theme blasted through the arena. Their hair billowed in the wind, fitting for the product of She-Ra's semen. After what seemed like an eternity, Finn made it to ringside where they, Catra and Adora embraced. "You got this, son!" Catra said. Finn nodded and slid into the ring and awaited their opponent.

BGM-Metalingus by Alter Bridge

Large columns of smoke enveloped the stage as Kazari made her final entrance of the night. She and Finn stared holes into each other from the rapidly decreasing distance. Kazari limped down the ramp. This time, she made no attempt to hide her bad leg, but she didn't need to. She was filled to the brim with determination, even striking a defiant pose, as towers of pyro shot into the air before completing her walk to the ring. Finn watched as their fellow magicat climbed up the top rope to wave to her dads. It was soon time to get serious as Kazari dismounted the top rope and prepared for the upcoming battle.

The music died down as the two finalists continued to stare each other down. The time for talking was now over. The crowd was nothing short of electric. While Team Grayskull pretty much won the overall championship, the Grand Champion was soon to be crowned based on the result of this match. With the ring of the bell, it was go time! Finn dashed forward with a flying clothesline, which Kazari was only BARELY able to duck. Finn was bombarded with a barrage of body blows, but they found an opening and countered with a monkey flip. Kazari bent her bad knee to give herself enough room to land on her good leg, just in time for Finn to grab her by the waist and unleash a devastating german suplex and followed up with dropkick, sending Kazari into the turnbuckle.

During all this, Micah looked on as the curious magicat fought with a grit and determination he had seen from only one other person in particular. He looked and said, "That Kazari...she has so much potential!"

The two magicats exchanged a few more forearm strikes and headbutts, which Finn won. As Finn rushed forward, time appeared to slow down and a thought occurred to Kazari. Finn was the product of She-Ra's semen. They should be much stronger than this. Finn closed in the gap, but Kazari had the wherewithal to crouch and hoist Finn over the ropes to outside with a thud, triggering the ref's count. Finn quickly got up, but staggered back into the wall. Upon seeing Kazari clutch her bad knee, the gears began to turn for Adora. "Finn!" she called. Finn reluctantly went to the Princess of Power. "I found Kazari's weakness. It's her leg, whatever the magic was from earlier, it damaged her. Attack the leg!" she said. Finn was stunned. Surely, Adora was not feeling any better than Catra. "Mom, no! I know you want me to win, but it has to be the right way!" With the, the young magicat rushed back into the ring with one second to spare! Kazari pointed a finger at Finn in an accusatory way. "Finn, I know you're holding back!" she said. Finn was dumbfounded by the statement they'd just heard with their ears. "What are you talking about?" they asked.

"You're the child of the Princess of Power! You should have a lot more power than you are letting on!"

"You don't know what you're on about! I am not my mother!" I! AM! FINN!"

Kazari raised an eyebrow. "Listen, Finn. I know you probably don't want to be defined by your lineage. I may be nobody special, but I get it! You don't wanna be defined by your mums, but your not them, you are Finn, and whatever power you've received from She-Ra is not her power, IT'S YOURS!" she roared, "Now use it! Show us YOUR power!"

Finn was dumbfounded, they don't know Kazari, yet she had managed to read them like a book! Suddenly, years of " Oh, that's She-Ra son!" or "Finn, why can't your be more like your mothers had flooded to the surface.

"RAAAUGH!" Finn exploded in the multicolored fiery aura! Their power skyrocketed. While their power was nowhere near She-Ra's, it was just enough to make the stadium quiver, so much so that outside the arena, a large piece of the structure broke off and landed on top of a man with pink hair and black dots in it.

Finn was overwhelmed with sheer catharsis of finally being able to let go! "This! THIS IS AMAZING!" they roared. The crowd seemed to agree with thunderous applause. Adora and Catra looked on, slackjawed while Bow and Glimmer's eyes were on the verse of bursting from skulls. Retro Adora and Juliet were both stunned into silence while Kazari smirked.

"That's more like it, Finn. To be honest, I was bullshitting just now! Now, FEEL THE BEAT OF MY HAVOK!" she roared. Kazari knew what the Havok Magic would do to her body, but this was this finals, and against somebody like Finn, there was no way she could afford to hold back. Through great effort, her power was dragged to the surface, kicking and screaming. The gates that contained her power was ripped right off its hinges as Kazari was now bathed in a jagged green, purple and red aura!"

Everyone gasped. "So that IS Havok Magic!" said Adora.

Micah was stunned at the development of events happening before his very eyes. He could barely believe it otherwise! He knew what must be done.

Kazari could feel the strain of the havok ripping her 13 year old body apart, but she was too determined to notice or care. A testament to her intestinal fortitude at such a young age.

The two magicats just went for it. Blow for blow. Each punch was met with an even stronger kick and vice versa. Headbutts ripped through the air like a thunderstrike. Kazari's determination clashed with Finn's innate warrior madness in a perfect storm of power.

Another shockwave blasted both parties back, which means it's for the finish. With the harmonizing battle cries, Finn and Kazari rushed towards each other. Just as the final blow was about to be dealt, Kazari's body finally succumbed to the havok, snapping her leg and tearing her muscles. The magicat cried out in pain as Finn speared her to the mat for the... "1...2...3!!"

"That's it! Finn wins! Finn wins! Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this match, AND NEW G1 COSMIC TENKAICHI GRAND CHAMPION; Finn and Team Grayskull!

Catra and Adora were ecstatic as the Best Friend Squad jumped the barricade to embrace Finn along with the rest of Team Grayskull. Kazari tried to roll out of the ring, but ringside doctors advised against it. As Artemy and Pigeon went down to try and comfort their daughter, they suddenly met with the last person they expected to see. It was Micah. The former king of Brightmoon said nothing, simply opting to spawn a small compact ball of light, which he pressed into Kazari's body. Kazari felt the energy course through her body, as without warning, her body began to mend and repair itself. Her leg was snapping back into place, and before long. Her body was as good as new. The young magicat was amazed at the feat that the master sorcerer had just performed. And then, he spoke.

"Hey. I'm Micah, and I have a proposition!"

Chapter 4: Chapter 4- Kazari's Arrival

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After an intense action-packed day, it was finally time for the championship crowning ceremony. For their victorious efforts, Team Grayskull was given a large, ornate crystal trophy which was held up by Glimmer, Bow, Catra and Adora. Finn, for being the Grand Champion, was given a big,gold, pro wrestling style championship belt with their personal insignia etched onto the side plates. Finn raised the belt to the sky for all to see. While that was going on, Kazari got to her feet. "Wait, I know you!" said Artemy.

"You're King Micah of Brightmoon!" said Pigeon

Kazari, who had finally managed to regain an equilibrium, went up to the sorcerer and asked, "What do you mean you mean you have a proposition?"

Micah looked at her and said, "Kazari. That was Havok Magic, wasn't it?"

Kazari wasn't sure what to make of the inquiry, but she nodded her head up and down.

"Kazari, you have such incredible power! I think I can help you control, y'know, so your body doesn't fall apart again." Micah remarked.

Kazari was quite skeptical. "Ha! I had no idea the great Micah had a sense of humor," she sneered.

Micah however, was as serious as a heart attack. "It's no joke. I want you to come train at Mystacor, and learn how to better hone your power, " he said.

Glimmer and Adora noticed the interaction between Micah and Kazari. "Glimmer, you see that? Get us over there!" Adora demanded. Glimmer reluctantly obliged.

"Think about this, Kazari," said Artemy.

"Yeah, this is a really good opportunity for you," said Pigeon.

Kazari crossed her arms as if she were in deep thought. "You know what? Fahck it, I'm down. Just call me the Fresh Princess of Mystacor! When do we start?" she asked. Micah gave a hearty laugh. "Well, aren't you quite the enthusiast! Take it easy, Kazari. Since your fathers are okay with it, I'll have a ride for you in a couple of weeks," he said.

Kazari smirked. "Okay, let's go dads, I've gotta get packed!" she said as she grabbed Artemy and Pigeon by the hands, and out of the arena.

The entire interaction was heard by Adora and Glimmer.

Micah turned around to see his stunned daughter and equally stunned Adora. "What? Micah! You can't be serious!" said Adora. Micah simply smiled, saying, "Oh, trust me. I've never been more serious. I've just got a brand new student! She'll be coming to Etheria in a couple weeks. I've always wanted to mentor somebody, this is gonna be great!"

Adora cocked her head to the side. "Right, I'm really happy for you, Micah, and I'm gonna let you finish, but why though?" she asked.

The older man gave a sigh. "Well," he began, "I know you all have your issues with...her, but when I knew her as Light Spinner...she...she was like a mother to me, y'know. I loved her as my own mother. She taught me a lot, and I kinda owe a lot of my power and wisdom to her. I have such great power, which means I have a great responsibility as well, y'know? Kazari has a lot of power and potential, but she clearly needs help controlling and harnessing that power. " he finished. Adora was not sure what to make of what she had just heard. Glimmer however, only needed a few seconds to think on it. "Well, dad, If you think this is the right way to go, then I trust your judgment!" she said resolutely. Micah smiled. "Thank you for understanding, Glimmer. At that moment, Catra and Bow went over to the three. "Yo, Sparkles! Sparkles Sr.! Adora! What's up?" asked Catra. "Well, Catra, Micah, in all his infinite wisdom, has decided to recruit Kazari as a new student of Mystacor!" said Adora. Catra was taken aback, but ultimately took it in stride. "That's...nice," she strained to get the words out, before settling down. "Adora, a word?" Adora went off with her wife while Bow just looked at Glimmer.

"Bow," Glimmer said, "You don't think?"

Mara Island, Two Weeks Later….

Hordak and Entrapta did a damn good job cleaning up Beast Island. Where once stood a desolate hellscape full of horrid man eating creatures, now stands a beacon of liberty and hope….it’s also a pretty nice space port for new arrivals. A small ship flew low, lining up with the strip. Kazari gazed out the window, and the first thing she noticed was a large statue depicting Mara, holding up her sword like the Statue of Liberty. As the ship glided along the strip until it landed and stopped at the terminal. With a look of wonder spread across her face, Kazari prepared to unboard the ship.

One of the newer members of Brightmoon’s Royal Guard waited patiently for Kazari to find the TaxiSkiff that would take her to Liq’Ollem. This guard was stationed outside the skiff, holding up a sign with Kazari’s name up it. “Ms. Kazari?” the guard called out.

Kazari rounded the corner, bags in tow, then her ears perked up at the sound of the guard calling her name. “Ms.Kazari? Ooh, fancy!” she remarked.

As the magicat loaded her luggage, she looked at the guard and flashed her million dollar grin at the guard, telling her, “Your next line will be: “I don’t get paid enough for this shit!”, and go!

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit!” the guard said, verbatim.

Liq’Ollem’s Mystacor District

During the years that followed the Great War, Mystacor moved and became part of Liq’Ollem, and has even branched out into other magic based subjects. This allowed for a greater cultivation of more diverse talent, skills and better benefits for all of Etheria.

"So," Castaspella remarked, "It's a new year for the hallowed halls of Mystacor. Micah, how are you feeling?" Micah gave a nervous sigh, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty nervous, but excited. It's my first time being a teacher. I hope I'm good enough," he said. Casta gave Micah a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, you're the greatest sorcerer of our generation. If anyone can lift up these students, it's you!"

"Thanks, Casta. Hey, can you be a dear and go make sure Angie gets the prescription on her meds?"

"Of course,"

As if on cue, the Best Friend Squad teleported right in front of the two siblings. The squad was also accompanied by Finn, Archer and Iyexi.

"Finn, you, Iyexi and Archer go play, but stay where we can see you. Right now, us grown ups need to talk," said Adora.

Finn rolled their eyes. "Mom, we're 13, you don't need to talk down to us like we're little kids!" they said indignantly.

Catra rolled her eyes and Iyexi furrowed her brow, saying, “You know they’re right. We’re not kids, we’re teenagers!” stomping her feet.

"Listen, you three may be teenagers, but you'll always be our babies. Don't act brand new just because you won the championship!" she said sternly. "Same goes for you, Archer and Iyexi. We'll try not to be long," said Glimmer.

The three rolled their eyes as the two went off.

“Gee, what a condescending twat,” Iyexi remarked.

“I heard that!” Glimmer shouted before turning her attention to her father. "So, you think she's coming?" she asked.

Micah pointed to the sky. "Looks like you're about to find out!" he said as the small shuttle descended from the sky, and landed right in front of the group. The side door opened up and the suitcase came flying out, hitting the ground with a thud. Next, it was the owner's turn to come out, leaping out of the shuttle, Dio Brando style.

Kazari was here.

"Well, and here I thought Double Trouble had a flair for the dramatic," Catra mused.

Kazari looked around the area. "Hm, not bad! A lot bigger than I thought," she said.

"Kazari, welcome to Mystacor," said Micah. "Today is the start of orientation weekend. Go take a look around and see if any classes interest you. After you get settled in, you take a look at the rest of Etheria."

Kazari nodded, grabbed her case and went off eagerly, not before catching the tense looks of Adora and Catra. "Micah, are you sure about this? I mean, just looked at her!"

"Adora, I respect you quite a lot, but I think you're just being paranoid," Micah said flatly. Adora felt a twinge of anger begin to bubble up inside of her like tea in a pot over a roaring flame, but Adora was not a teapot, and luckily, she had Glimmer and Bow to calm her down.

"Easy, Adora. Micah's right, the only thing we have to go off of is Kazari kind of looking like...her." Glimmer said.

Adora took a deep breath. "You're right. Thanks"

The Queen of Brightmoon smiled. "Of course! Anyti-”

*Cough* *Cough*

“Catra?”

Catra suddenly suffered an intense coughing fit. “Dammit! I need to sit down! I’m fine!” said the older magicat.

"So, Finn," Archer inquired, "Adora seems to be acting really weird when it comes to Kazari."

"Yeah, no kidding," said Finn. "I wonder what that’s about!”

Archer and Iyexi pondered Kazari's performance at the tournament, how quickly she was able to detect Archer’s teleportation movements, but then, a light went off in the half-space bat's head. "Wait, Finn! Maybe she could be what our group truly needs to to do the next level," Iyexi remarked.

As if on cue, Kazari returned to Micah. "Oh, Kazari. That was quick. Do you know what classes you're gonna take?" Micah asked. Kazari nodded and said, "Sure thing, mate. I just signed up for basic history, shop class, construction and art. I wanna spend most of my time training with you!"

Micah's breath had caught in his throat. He was one step closer to being like...her.... It was then that Adora remembered what she and the others had planned. "Oh, Finn, Archer. I almost forgot, Bow, Glimmer, you two wanna do the honors?" she said.

Bow was as giddy as a schoolgirl. "Ooh ooh...I'll tell them! Finn, Archer, Iyexi. We've decided that you two and the rest of the kids would really benefit from learning some things from New Mystacor!" he said excitedly. Finn, Iyexi and Archer were also excited at the news.

"Wow, for real? Yo! Kazari, looks like we're gonna be classmates!" Finn called out. Kazari looked to the side and noticed Finn. She waved to them. Hey, champ! That's great to hear, can't wait to have a rematch," she remarked.

Finn chuckled. "Likewise," they said.

Archer pulled Finn to the side. "Finn, we should totally tell Iyexi. Kazari might be the perfect addition to our group!"

Kazari heard everything and simply smirked. She'd always had a bit of an ego, but to hear the children of the legendary Best Friend Squad, was gassing her up something fierce. "I'm Kazari. Whatever this little group is about, I'm the MVP. You can just call me the Fresh Princess of Mystacor!"

Micah walked over to the three and placed a hand on Kazari's shoulder. If you wanna pursue using havok magic, I'll do what I can to help with it, but I have little to no experience with such a rare form of magic. I can point you in the right direction, but that's about it," he said. Kazari removed his hand and simply told him, "Well, I actually expected that kind of news. It's okay. I'm Kazari, so I know we can do it!"

Micah was surprised by Kazari's pride and enthusiasm but simply accepted it.

"Master Micah, I have a feeling we're gonna do great things together!"

And thus, the training began.

Kazari excelled in crafting and wielding, and her havok magic was beginning to improve, slowly but surely. Of course, her training was put on hold so she could return to Xisaeus to celebrate her 14th birthday.

At first, Rose and Iyexi struggled with magic botany and magitech to a surprising degree, given who their folks are, but in time, they were soon conquering their hurdles and hitting their strides, and now, Iyexi was pretty sure she could nuke the sun if she wanted while Rose could make unironic plant golems.

Riley could now keep up with Spinnerella and Netossa. Too bad they still had the experience edge...

Aquajet could only form water whips for a couple seconds before, but now, she could form water aberrations to fight on her behalf, almost like a stand from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Archer originally had a laughably short teleport range, at only a few feet, but now, he could jump whole kingdoms!

Last, but not least, Finn was able to learn to control their strength, and seeing how Double Trouble is their auncle, they've also become something of a theater kid.

And so, the days that passed into weeks.

The weeks became months.

The months turned into years.

Soon, five whole years had passed

Chapter 5: Chapter 5- The New Best Friend Squad Part 1- Desert Flower

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"Finn, Archer, Iyexi. We're so proud of you. Hard to believe you three are in year 3 now!" said Glimmer. "It seems like it was just yesterday that we were changing your diapers," said Catra, who seemed a bit paler than usual. Adora was standing behind her, tearing up with pride. "Oh, Catra. Our baby is growing up so fast! she said with a sniffle. The older magicat rolled her eyes. "Dear Gods, Adora. Pull it together," she snarked. Speaking of magicats. Kazari leaped in through an open window. "Yo, Finn! Did you tell your folks the the news?" she asked.

Adora raised an eyebrow. "Finn? What's she talking about? she asked, her heart beating in her chest. "Kazari wrapped their arms around the necks of Acrher, and her fellow magicat, Finn. "Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Bow. Say hello to the New Best Friend Squad!" she said. While Bow and Glimmer gushed, Catra was just thoroughly amused while Adora felt like she was just punched in the heart. "New... Best Friend Squad?!"

Back in the present, Kazari, now aged 19, wore a weighted vest and weighted ankle braces as she ran on a one ton hamster wheel until a red light turned on, allowing to hop off and run to the next station. Micah looked on proudly as Kazari moved on to a shoulder press.

“10 reps, Kazari! You are half a second behind. You got this!” Micah cheered.

Kazari nodded as she finished the 10th rep and moved on to the final obstacle, a large warped wall. The magicat took a deep breath as she approached the wall. Her ankle braces and vest were dragging her down, threatening to drag her through the ground, but this was not about gravity, it was about drive, it was about power, she was hungry, she devoured. Kazari had put in the work, put in the hours, and now, she was ready to take what’s hers! And that….is mastery of her power, just a few short months ago, she couldn’t really go over 10% without ripping and tearing her muscles to shreds, now, she could use 15% without much issue! With one final push, Kazari bound up the warped wall, havok coursing through her body, and smashed the actuator, lighting up the red light. The redhead wiped the sweat from her brow as Micah stopped his watch.

“Kazari, that was your fastest time yet!” he said.

Kazari leaped down with pride as she kissed her bicep. “Well, I had the best teacher in you. Master Micah!” she said with a wink.

Micah’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Angella’s arrival. “I’m here, love,” she said, giving Micah a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, Angie. How was your flight?”

“It was quite therapeutic, thank you, love!” Angella looked at Kazari, then said to Micah” I see Kazari, is being put through her paces, how about I put you through yours?”

Micah blushed, cheeks turning as red as his student’s hair.

Kazari smirked, as she knew what was about to go down. As Angella hoisted Micah into a bridal carry, he told Kazari, “Kazari, be a dear, I’m sure your friends are waiting for you, better not keep them waiting!”

Kazari shed her braces and vest, telling them, “Okay, have fun, you two,” before running off to the showers. Rounding a corner, Kazari raced down the hallway, clad in sports bra and shorts, excitedly humming to herself, until she came to a screeching halt in front of the woman before her. The woman looked at Kazari with judgemental disdain.

“Kazari…”

“Ohren…”

The two stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, but it was Ohren to speak, “Kazari, you’re smelly,” she said.

The magicat rolled her eyes and simply told her, “Well, I was just about to hit the showers… actually, I’ve been meaning to try out a new wardrobe!”

Liq’Ollem, outside the New Mystacor region, 20 minutes later.

Finn paced around, waiting for Kazari. Archer and Iyexi watched them, curiously. “Kazari’s training has really intensified lately, I hope she got through it okay,’ they said.

“Finn,” said Archer, “calm down, Kazari is a tough girl. She can handle anything Micah throws at her.

“He’s right, y’know. Finn, Kazari is gonna be fine. Plus, she said something about wanting to debut her new look, I’m curious as to what it’s gonna be! She says it’ll be her best look, I’ll be the judge of that,” Iyexi remarked.

“Ditto,” said Archer.

"Damn, Finn and Iyexi. Since when were you two fashion critics?"

The group turned around to see a newly styled Kazari at the top of the steps. Her hair had grown out past her shoulders, and now she wore a magenta top with a red jacket with orange stripes, a yin-yang symbol emblazoned on the side. Her forearms were now covered with sports tape, and tail wrapped around her waist like a belt.

“Damn, Kazari! That really is your best look!” said Finn.

Kazari chuckled to herself, saying, “Of course it is, this is ME we’re talking about. I am the Fresh Princess of Mystacor!”

As the four shared a hardy laugh, Rose walked up to them.

“Hey, everyone. Are you ready?” she said, “You guys promised you’d help me out.”

Iyexi went up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Rose, when have we ever let you down?'' she asked.

Rose simply stared at the group with a deadpan expression. “Over the past 5 years, of all the kids, Rose was the one who underwent the most change. She now wore a black bra covered by a mesh midriff with black waist high jeans and black lipstick. Also, she’s going through an emo phase.

Kazari walked down the steps, gingerly asking, “So, remind me. What’re we helping out with?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Wanna know why I’m having the emo phrase right now, despite being Scorpia and Perfuma’s daughter? Kazari, shortly before you came along, mom decided it was a good idea to hold something called the Unity Festival, basically, every year, she takes everyone in Plumeria, who is 18 or older, and lets call a spade a spade, she organizes a massive orgy. The bitch really takes her free love seriously,” she remarked.

Kazari tilted her head. “An orgy you say? I’m 19, do you think I could-”

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Rose roared.

Kazari narrowed her eyes. “Right…so…whatcha need us for?” she asked.

“Both my moms are busy setting everything else up, so they tasked me with collecting a special cactus found in the Crimson Waste. I need her help gathering it!”

Archer perked up, saying, “Oh, maybe Huntara could help us, Finn!”

Finn beamed.“YAY! MY REAL MOM!” they said.

Rose raised an eyebrow at this statement, saying, “Uh…Finn….should I be concerned?

Crimson Waste

The Crimson Waste has changed quite a bit over the past 25 years. With new technologies and help from the various kingdoms, life then and life now was night and day, even boasting a new transit system!

Archer got pretty damn good at teleporting, so it was no issue to teleport everyone to the Waste. Finn took in the scent of the rustic air of the Crimson Waste. Y’know, Kazari, I’ve always considered the Crimson Waste a home away from home,” they mused.

Kazari raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. “Well, given that you’ve literally just called that Huntara lady, you ‘other real mom’, I believe ya!” she remarked.

“Well,” Rose piped up, “In any case, we gotta move quickly, since we don’t wanna keep moms waiting! Finn, take the lead!”

Finn nodded and said, “We actually do need Huntara’s help, as according to the grapevine, apparently the Waste has been going through some changes as of late. We need to get our basis down before we do anything.”

Rose nodded as the five linked up.

“Archer, you know what to do!”

Archer nodded, saying, “Next stop, Hunatra’s hut!” before fucking them all off to Huntara’s

Valley of the Lost

The warrior of a Crimson Waste was busy pumping iron, clanging and banging. As she hoisted the bar bell over her head, the squad teleported in, starling the brute, causing her to drop the barbell, narrowly missing her foot, which was good, because the last thing anyone wanted was another ‘Paging Dr. Drake’ situation.

“Hi, real mom!” Finn shouted.

Huntara quickly calmed down when she realized that it was Finn’s voice.

“Ah, Finn. What brings ya here?” Huntara asked.

Finn rubbed the back of their head, saying, “Well, we’re actually here for Rose!”

The Scorpion-Flower princess walked forward. “Hey, Huntikins!” she said with a forced smile, to which Huntara met with a grimace.

“Rose, I am gonna kill your mothers. So, what do you need my help with?” the desert warrior asked.

Rose pulled out a mini-tablet and showed Huntara the Cactus. “It’s called a Cyclone Cactus, legend says, it’s a rare cactus that was created during a freak storm. Apparently, it has sprouted in the Valley of the Lost, we’re gonna need your skiff. Archer can’t teleport since he doesn’t have an exact location. I, being half-Perfuma, can sense the general range. Also, it’s supposed to be pretty large, which is why we need the skiff,” Rose explained.

Huntara sat down and tapped her chin contemplatively. “Wow, a cactus, huh? And you’re Perfuma’s crotch goblin? Go figure!” the warrior tossed the keys to Finn, telling them, “Finn, you’re in charge! I’d better not see ONE scratch on that fucker! And by the way, there have been reports of an incoming sandstorm! From the sounds of it, it’s gonna be a massive one, so move quickly!”

Crimson Waste Outer Desert…

The five piloted Huntara’s skiff over the sands of the desert. One the back of the skiff were several large crates secured on the back. Rose was sitting in intense concentration. Kazari looked at the scorpion-flower and asked, “Rose, are you good?” to which Rose replied with, “Yeah, I tryna sense the general location of vegetation!”

“So, how will you know where the cactus is?” asked Finn.

Rose gave a halfhearted chuckle. “What, Finn. Since I know what most plants feel like, I just gotta feel for whatever isn't familiar, that’s when we’ll- THERE!” she shot up and pointed eastward.

Finn nodded and sharply turned the skiff eastward, nearly causing everyone to fall over. The skiff shook, rattled and rolled, but this was Huntara’s skiff, it loved this! Lived for this!

“Just beyond this next dune!” Rose said, prompting Kazari to shout, “FULL SPEED AHEAD!”

Finn was more than happy to oblige, powering the skiff to full power as it leaped over the dune, getting some wicked air before with the grace of a ninja gazelle. Suddenly, the half-magicat pulled the skiff to a screeching halt.

“What’s wrong, Finn?” asked Iyexi.

Finn pointed to the offending sight before them. There were two large gangs standing in front of a cave, over on one side, there stood a husky reptilian woman of dark red complexion, named Fang Ripper, and over on the other side, there was an equally husky man of a dark blue complexion, this was Mantanna.

“So, tell me, Fang Ripper,” said Mantanna, did you really think your daddy, Tung Lasher’s gang could beat my joint?”

Fang Ripper’s eye twitched angrily. “The fuck you say, ya wanker?!”

To make matters worse, the cacti were at the base of a nearby cave, but standing in the way were two dangerous gangs ready to rip each other apart!

Finn gritted their teeth, saying, “This is bad, it looks like a full on gang war is about to erupt!”

Suddenly, and without warning Kazari, removed her jacket and tossed it to her fellow magicat. “Finn, hold my jacket, this won't last long!” she said.

Before anyone could say anything, Kazari leaped from the skiff, and walked up to the two gang leaders.

“Hey, you two! Take this somewhere else,” the magicat shouted.

The two gang leaders stared a hole into Kazari. If looks could kill, Kazari would die a hundred times over!

“Kazari, please be careful!” said Archer.

“Damn it! What’s Kazari doing?!” said Rose.

“She’s gonna get fucked up, if not just killed out right!” shouted Iyexi.

Finn just stood stoically, carefully watching the action that was about to unfold!

Fang Ripper got all up in Kazari’s face and said, “So punk, you wanna be a hero?”

Kazari simply answered with a smirk, telling her, “For one of you, the next line will be why are you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong? And go!”

And verbatim, it was Mantanna who went, “Why are you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? HUH?!”

Fang Ripper quickly reached into her pants pocket, but Kazari quickly cut her off, telling her, “If you’re looking for your dagger, check your long coat pocket!”

Fang Ripper did that, and sure enough, the dagger was there, much to the gang leader’s shock.

“Your next words are: What’re you, a mind reader? And go!”

And just like clockwork, Fang Ripper uttered the words, “What are you, a mind reader? FUCK! HOW?!”

Kazari smirked, telling Fang Ripper, “I can tell that the blood on your jacket is not yours! And I also see the marks in your palm!” she explained.

Mantanna started laughing his ass off. “Damn, the bitch made you look like a fool! Well, an even bigger one! HA!”

Kazari narrowed her eyes, saying, “Dafuq are you two laughing at? Nobody calls me a bitch without my consent!” and thus, she uncoiled her arm tape, wrapped it around the two gang leaders, and zapped them to kingdom come using her havok, rendering them both out cold. As she put her tape back on, Kazari couldn’t help but notice her forearm was starting to bruise up!

“Damn it!” she muttered, “Now, your leaders will be fine! Take them and piss off! There’s a sandstorm approaching!

The gangs did not argue, grabbing their respective leaders and pissing off to wherever they came from.

Kazari turned back to the group. “Okay, everything is clear!” she shouted. Archer and the others linked up and teleported to the magicat, as Archer placed a hand on her shoulder and told her, “Y’know what? I’ll never doubt your judgment again!!”

Kazari winked at the twink, saying, “Was there ever any doubt, after 5 years you should know that I- WHOA!” she suddenly tripped on something protruding out of the sand. Kazari rubbed her bottom as Finn helped her up and handed her her jacket. “Kazari, are you alright?”

The redhead sprang to her feet and put her jacket back on, giving Finn a thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m fine. But, did I trip on something?” The magicat looked down to see what she tripped over, and kneeled down to get a closer look. When she pulled it out of the ground, her eyes widened to the size of saucers! What she pulled out was what appeared to be the dark purple and neon green ram’s head. “Woah! Is this what I think it is? Finn, guys, check this out!” she called out.

They went to the magicat to, and Finn was the one to speak. “Kazari! I heard about that! That’s a piece of a havok staff! My uncle, Adam, told me about some dude named Skeletor. That guy used a havok staff. It’s used to channel havok magic. Kazari, you could use this somehow!”

Kazari tapped her chin curiously. “Hey, I got a history report coming up, I can use this for that!”

Rose rolled her eyes, moaning, “Yeah, cause that totally won’t backfire on you sooner or later! Kazari, that’s a havok staff, that thing could be dangerous!”

Kazari shrugged, firing back with, “Well, not as dangerous as being out here with a sandstorm brewing!” As if on cue, a sudden gust of wind blew by! “Uh-oh, speaking of which, we better move, and quick!”

Everyone grabbed the crates and ran to the base of the nearby cave, where a large patch of cacti sat with iridescent spiral patterns. They were kinda pretty. No wonder Perfuma wanted them for her Unity Festival, but there was no time to admire their beauty. Rose, pressed the ground with a glow of the hands, allowing the cacti to lift out of the ground and into crates. After a while, the crates were filled and loaded up onto the skiff.

Rose wiped the sweat off her brow. “Thanks guys,” she said.

Iyexi placed a hand on her shoulder, telling her, “Of course. We’re the Best Friend Squad after all! Right, Finn? Finn?"

"Catra, it's your fault Finn is so rude to us!"

"Me?!"

"Yes you! They get it from you!"

"I beg you fucking pardon?!"

*Snap* *Snap* HEY! ETHERIA TO FINN!" Iyexi shouted, stunning to half-magicat.

"Huh? Shit, I'm sorry, I dunno, I think I just zoned out! Dunno what came over me!" Finn said, cheeks turing as red as Kazari's hair!"

Iyexi activated her visor to run the numbers, and gave a sudden gasp. “Guys, that sandstorm is gonna hit in about 30 minutes! We’ve gotta move!” she shouted.

“Go! GO!” Kazari boarded the skiff with everyone else and quickly took off!

Back at Huntara’s hut…

Huntara laid in bed, with some sleeping, naked broad she met in a bar the other day, clinging on to her. The warrior looked out her window as the sandstorm flew by, blanketing the Waste with brown clouds of dust!

“Oh shit! Huntara exclaimed, “I hope those kids made it out okay!”

As if of cue, Rose, Kazari, Finn, Archer and Iyexi teleported into the hutt, crates in tow, and covered in dust. Rose rolled to her feet, coughing up some dust, saying, "Mission…accomplished!” with a shaky thumbs up!

Plumeria Festival Grounds…

“Thanks, guys!” said Perfuma. Rose nodded in response. The flower princess turned to the others, and said, “Hey, you guys are over 18, right? Wanna come to the festival?”

Rose desperately suppressed the urge to smack her mother right then and there as her cheeks were as red as the splotches in her hair. Kazari saw this and decided to quickly change the subject.

“So, Perfuma, what’re the cacti for anyway?” she asked.

Perfuma beamed as she pointed to a stage. “It was requested by Castaspella, she’s actually gonna perform at the Unity Festival, so we’re using cacti as stage decorations, speaking of which, Kazari. I could use your opinion? We’re gonna decorate with flowers as well. Which flowers are best?” she asked.

Kazari tapped her chin contemplatively before settling on…”Daisies…I’ve always found them cheerful!”

THIS STORY IS AVALIBALE ON WATTPAD AND AO3. I WILL FINISH CHAPTER 6 ASAP, BUT I AM ALSO WORKING ON A NOVEL I AM WRITING. CHAPTER ONE'LL BE THE LENGTH OF A FULL LENGTH TV EPISODE

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itsstrange · 3 years

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Coffee Run & Green Eyes

Series: Spark Between Us

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)

A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!

But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!

Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚

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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊

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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.

“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,

Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”

“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”

Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.

“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,

Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”

With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.

That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.

Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.

Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.

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8:45 am

“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,

The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.

“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,

No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.

“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”

It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.

“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,

“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,

Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.

Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.

After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.

“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,

Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?

She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.

“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,

He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”

Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”

The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.

“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,

As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.

That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.

“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,

Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.

Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.

“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,

Again.

“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”

Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”

He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”

Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.

“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,

With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.

“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,

“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,

Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.

“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,

“No kidding?”

She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”

He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”

Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.

“More like college. My last year,”

“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,

But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.

“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,

It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.

Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.

“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,

This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.

“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”

“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,

“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”

“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,

Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.

She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”

He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.

“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,

He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.

Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.

Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.

PART 2

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beatleszeppelin · 3 years

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You're A … Inexperienced

Summary: On watch one night you find out some thing that Daryl has never done. And you offer him some experience

Category: Friends to Lovers, Eventual Mild Smut, just a good ol' time

Paring: Daryl x reader (second person)

Warnings/Includes: General Walking Dead grossness, Smut (but not in this chapter), swearing, use of weapons, non-graphic hunting, mention of past child abuse, (let me know if you see anything else)

Word count: 2.1k

Chapter 1: Truth

The night was off to a slow start since you and Daryl had taken watch. The sound of the chain link fence rattling in the wind served as a pendulum in the back of your mind. A chill in the late summer air made the concrete you used as a backrest cool to the touch. Both of you sat against the base of the watchtower on lookout, since the two with the regular shift were on a run.

“Know any games to play to stay awake?” You asked, slumped against a wall, and turning to look at Daryl, who was sitting cross legged, head rested in his hands.

“No,” he replied, “should get some cards or somethin’.”

“Yeah, next time we go into town.”

The night had become dark, no moonlight deciphered the sky from the inside of your eyelids. Time ticked on and before you knew it both of you had fallen asleep.

The rattle of the fence shocked you out of your sleep, and you saw an arm reaching through the fence trying to grab at you. Although a decent distance away, you could still see it’s skin peeled back up to it’s bicep; raw meat dangling behind the wires, so it could fit the exposed bone deeper through the fence.

The growling must have woken Daryl up, because by the time you were standing to go and kill the bloody thing, he had handed you his knife to use. You took it graciously and tiredly walked over to kill it, looking much like a zombie yourself.

Stabbing it through the eye, you could feel the pop of penetration to the skull, and with that it fell to the ground dead, fully dead. With all of its weight moving downwards, the force must have been too much, causing it’s limb to stay on the side of the fence opposite to it’s corpse. You hoped backwards as the appendage reached for your ankle, then shriveled up like the rest of its body.

Returning to your space adjacent to Daryl, you handed his knife back, and sat down breathing heavily.

“You rest, I won’t go back to sleep,” he said leaning on his hip to pull his red rag out from his back pocket. The knife you had used was laying on the ground next to him, beaded with blood.

“No way I’m getting back to sleep, I can hear my blood pounding in my ears.”

“Tell me if you need ta though, ‘cause I’m good,” He said, reassuring you.

You just shook your head and leaned against the wall, propping yourself up with a gun by your side.

You rolled your shoulders back every once in a while to stretch your back. Daryl mindlessly fiddled with a rock that he picked up off the ground. The sky was now dark and all of the stars in the night could be seen. Nothing like this would have ever been possible before. As the stars moved and passed with the coming hours, your tiredness from before seemed to return.

Neither of you had spoken in quite some time, which wasn't weird for you now that you have been taking shifts with Daryl for sometime. At first it was weird doing nothing with him, it was like he wasn't comfortable enough with you to converse, but now you know it's quite the opposite. You guys can communicate by means other than just talking. However, silence needed to be broken if you were going to keep him company until sunrise.

“I miss coffee,” you broke silence, plucking some grass and throwing it past your outstretched feet.

“Huh,” he snickered.

"I don't think I appreciated it before, I don't even remember drinking it that often."

"Don't even remember the last time I had it." He said and spun the little shiny rock he had in his grasp.

“I do,” you said.

He readjusted his position to be facing you holding his knees up to his chest with his chin rested on top. His head tilted down, but his eyes looked up at you to continue.

"Was a date, or not a date, but a meeting. I was out at a cafe, with the TA, for the psych class I was in. And he ordered for us, and after I explicitly told him to get almond milk, he didn't."

"Why?" Daryl asked with conviction.

"Because I'm lactose intolerant and I had to kick him out that night because my stomach hurt so bad." You picked a few sticks up from the ground and broke them into tiny pieces. The stick sprinkled across the ground, and disappeared in the surrounding weeds.

"Didn't mean why are you lactose intolerant, I meant why didn’t he get ya what ya wanted?" He furrowed his brow for a second.

“I don’t know, never thought about it, maybe he’d just forgotten or something. Doesn’t matter, he wasn’t even that good in bed.”

Daryl threw his special rock in the air and caught it swiftly. For just a second it had sparkled in the air, before he held it in his fist like he would never let it go.

“I bet you’ve been on bad dates, too.”

“Nah,” He said and threw his rock across the land and wrapped both his arms around his legs.

“What!? Okay, I guess your fucking perfect,” you said scoffing in a half joking manner.

“No, just didn’t go with too many people.” He mumbled.

“And all of them just happened to be great?” You questioned.

“Never said that,” He tucked his chin under his arms, that still rested on his knees, “I never went on any good ones neither.”

“It’s kinda hard to believe you didn’t date much, I mean, look at you,” you joked, but also couldn’t deny the genuine admiration that he evoked from the people that surrounded him.

“Nah, forget I ever said anythin’. Let’s just go back to sittin’ here.” He turned his head to the side in which the sun would eventually rise.

“No, please, I just came up with a game idea,” you begged.

“Hmm?” He glanced over.

“Truth or dare!” You exclaimed, failing your attempt of hiding your excitement.

“Nuh uh. Not subjecting myself to that shit,” he said tersely.

“Come on, I wanna know about these dates you didn’t go on, and you could dare me to do stupid shit in the mean time,” you said with your shoulders sagging.

“Ain’t gonna ask you nothin’,” he said stubbornly.

“Okay, then it’ll be one-sided truth.” You had as much enthusiasm as a little girl at a sleepover as you asked, “Truth or da…”

“Fine.”

“Okay, when was the last time you got drunk?” you started him off easy.

“Uh… CDC.”

“Wait, the CDC? Like the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta? How have I not heard about this before?” You asked. If this was the easy question,then this game may be more fun than you had previously thought.

“Yeah, stopped there, it’s gone now though,” he said nonchalantly.

“It’s gone? You would think it’d be better guarded or something.” You were astonished by the first question, and immediately got excited for the night to come.

“Blew up. My turn,” he said and pondered for a second, resting his chin on his palms like a winsome child. “What was his name?”

“Who’s name?” You wondered if this was what he was wasting his first question on.

“Coffee date guy,” he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly.

“I don’t remember,” you shrugged.

“That ain’t how this game works,” he argued back with a pout.

“Okay fine, I think his name was Bryce,” you gave up.

“‘S a douchey name.”

“He was a douche… probably dead now.” You looked down at the weeds growing, plucking a few and tying them together, waiting for someone to speak. You looked over at Daryl, who was patiently waiting for his question. He actually looked like he wasn't completely hating this game.

You thought for a minute, wondering how you could crack the boy in front of you. After some thought you said, “What was your first date like?” It was the perfect question, because really you could not imagine what he’d say.

“I told you, never did that type of thing.” He brought his thumb up to his mouth and started rubbing his lip as he talked.

“Okay then, who was the first person you ever did anything romantic with?” you asked.

“‘S not romantic, but there was this one girl that Merle’d bring out drinking with us sometimes. Name was Candy or something.” He mumbled around his thumb.

“Aww, little 20 something Daryl going out with a girl named Candy,” you teased.

“Wasn’t 20, I musta been ‘bout 13 or 14,” he recalled.

“I thought you said you’d go out drinking together?”

“Yeah, we’d go to this bowling alley, ‘cause they don’t card, and they had a pool table and a back room, I used to pay Merle t’ get me drinks.”

“He have to buy her drinks too?” You questioned.

“Nah, she was ‘bout his age I think, and he’d never buy something for someone else,'' he looked off.

“Wait, she was his age, and they let you drink when you were just a kid?” You tried not to chide.

“Hey, ain’t it supposed to be my turn?”

“Sorry,” you stopped.

“You said you were in a psych class, was that what you were gonna be?” He looked interested, as he inquired, studying your face as he awaited your response.

You explained “That’s what I went to school for, but who knows, I minored in fine arts. Truth is I hated psychology, but my parents needed me to make money for myself, otherwise I could have lived happily as a broke artist. Doesn’t really matter now though,” you trailed off. “Speaking of, what were your parents like?”

“Mean, drunk, dead.” He put it bluntly.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t know. How old were you?"

"With my mom, I’s 9. I was out playing with kids from around where I lived. They were all on bikes and wanted to chase this fire engine trying to see somethin’ exciting. I ran behind, and when I caught up I realized it was my house that was on fire. My mom had been smoking in bed."

"I'm really sorry about that, I didn't know about your mom or anything." You looked at him genuinely, giving a sympathetic smile.

"Was a long time ago,” he shrugged off. “Now for you. What art did you do?"

“I drew, painted, took pictures, everything really.” You added kindly.

He tilted his head back until it hit the wall, he stretched out his legs, and looked up at the stars as he said, “I’ll have to see that sometime.” “It’s not like I still have any of them,” you said, perplexed at his interest.

“Oooh, who was your celebrity crush as a kid,” you asked, “like who did you have posters of above your bed?” “Ya’ know Blondie,” he looked over to get your reaction. As he saw you nod, he said “Yeah, had a Debbie Harry poster, ripped out from a magazine.”

You laughed, and the questions continued; some questions resulted in stories others sat in stillness. The morning was short to come as the warm glow of the sun peered over the trees, and chirping birds made themselves present.

“Okay, what was your first time like?” you pestered.

You were met with a second of awkward silence, before he stumbled over the phrases “ I never, I mean… I did, it wasn’t like that though.” He brought his thumb up to his mouth again.

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a…” he dipped his head down, and looked up at you through his hair. A sickly puppy could make your heart hurt any more, so you danced around your initial wording and asked “uhh, inexperienced?”

“Morning!” sang through the fields, and Daryl had been saved by the bell. Carol stood alongside Carl to take over for the morning shift, and relieve Daryl of his painted flush. She extended her hand out first to you, helping you up. Then to Daryl, letting the hand holding linger as she instructed for you guys to go get some rest.

The walk up was silent, but just before parting you joked with him “If you ever need some more experience, you know where my cell is.” You had said it quiet enough where he could ignore it, but you knew he heard it, because he silently split, seconds after you said it.

#the walking dead #twd #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #carol peletier #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd fanfic #there will be more parts #I am almost done writing it #get ready for some awkward daryl

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shwazzberryswriting · 3 years

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Twisted, Act 3

*Day 25*

Haechan😘🙄☺️: gd morning babe hdyf need me 2 go 2 target

Lawan: Babe I got big news

Haechan😘🙄☺️: ?

Lawan: I have to buy new bedsheets CUZ MY PERIOD CAME LAST NIGHT my sheets are ruined I spent the last 20 min scrubbing my mattress

Haechan😘🙄☺️: alot of tmi babe but does this mean i can take u out for shots wanna smoke a celebratory blunt

Lawan: 🙄 its not even 9AM yet babe

Haechan😘🙄☺️: where r u getting bedsheets

Lawan: you were saying something about Target?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: want me to come get u we can go to 119

ill help u finish cleaning

ill make u lunch

Lawan: see u in 20?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: 15

Lawan: 😘

Lawan watched Haechan in the driver’s seat of her car, his blue hoodie covering his messy brown hair. He looked at home singing along to the music as he adjusted the volume to the sound system. His confidence in parallel parking made her grateful that he offered to drive them as they were out running errands.

She needed a bit of a break. She’d woken up early to find herself looking like she was in a horror movie, her pajama shorts and blue bedsheets were ruined with large red period stains. Currently, her room stunk of all purpose cleaner and antibacterial spray. She had been nearly done with cleaning her mattress when Haechan had texted her.

“So you’re not pregnant but your bedsheets are ruined,” Haechan said, turning the car off.

“I’d rather have a crappy morning cleaning my mattress than have a baby in like, 8 months or something.”

They shuddered together before exiting the car. 119 was a tea shop that opened early on the weekends. Haechan enjoyed going to 119 for the free upgrades. A couple of his NCT frat brothers worked there, and that morning Mark was working. It was easy to talk him into giving them discounts.

“Are you going to get a milk tea or fruit slush?” he asked her as they stood in line. She rested her hands over his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Coffee milk tea or strawberry milk slush?”

“So you’ve been keeping track of my orders?” she said, trying to keep her eyes open as Haechan kissed her cheek.

“We spend so much time together babe, I just know what you like,” he said, resting his head against hers. “What will I order?”

“Coffee milk tea or white grape slush,” she replied. His hold on her tightened for a second.

“I think you like me more.” His voice had made her nipples hard, which caused her cheeks to grow hot.

“Haechan?” a familiar voice said from behind. Loosening his hold, Haechan turned his head over. Lawan followed, and felt her whole face turn hot. Renjun, another NCT frat brother, was arm in arm with his girlfriend, Alexandria. “Hey, Lawan.”

“I knew it,” Alexandria said with a wide grin, shaking Renjun’s arm. “Renjun, didn’t I tell you last night that I thought they were, like, hooking up?”

“You were gossiping about us?” Haechan asked. Lawan wanted him to release her. It was hitting her that she and Haechan were legitimately dating. As in, their friends would know that they’d been doing more than just watching movies in each other’s rooms. He held her firmly against him as her nerves made her feel like her knees would give way. “But yeah, I guess you can say it’s official.”

“How did you two go from bickering about homework to...this?” Alexandria asked. Her eyes were shining bright as the corners of her eyes crinkled up and her mouth widened into a big smile.

“We’ve been getting along better,” Haechan replied, giving a shrug.

“Why? Because you were hookups first?” Renjun asked. He broke out into an innocent smile as Haechan let go of Lawan, his eyes narrowing.

“Hey! What’s up, guys?” their cashier, Mark, greeted them, relieving the tension in the air. “Yo, dude, my manager stepped out for the day. Johnny came in here and piled on the free shit. You want a cookie with your order?”

“We’ll just get our drinks,” Renjun said stoically, but began stuffing a few individually wrapped cookies into his leather bag.

“Don’t mind Renjun,” Alexandria said to Lawan, resting her body against the counter. “I’m happy to see you two together, but I do want to know how this all happened.”

“Haechan bought me a pineapple daiquiri,” Lawan replied before trying to rub her tongue up against the roof of her mouth. It felt like rubbing a sponge up against a brick wall, her mouth parched. “He’s helped me a lot lately.”

Haechan handed her a sugar cookie decorated to look like a pineapple with royal icing, distracting her and Alexandria. Despite Alexandria smiling at the gesture, Lawan didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to find the gesture sweet, but she worried that Haechan was only doing so to look good in front of their friends. The idea sounded absurd, but she couldn’t stop herself from worrying that Haechan was only putting on a show.

“Um, dude, I think that’s overdoing it,” Mark said, reaching over to stop Renjun from grabbing all the treats placed on display.

“So you like Johnny more than you like us?” Haechan asked.

“What if I told you I could double the boba in your drinks?” Mark replied.

“Not Dria’s, please,” Renjun said. Haechan seized the opportunity to tease Renjun for being so caring about his girlfriend’s drinks preferences.

As Haechan and Renjun heckled Mark, Lawan thought about what she and Haechan would say to their friends about how they became a couple. They hadn’t exactly lied, but Renjun’s joke had Lawan sweating for a second, thinking that he knew their whole history.

She was able to feign a smile and banter with their friends about why they were up so early. Renjun and Alexandria were trying to beat the large crowds at a new art museum that was featuring a collection of works done by Frank Stella in the 1970s through to the 1980s. By the way Haechan nodded passively to Renjun’s excited ramble, Lawan felt relieved to know that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know who Frank Stella was.

Alexandria invited them to join, and take advantage of their student discounts. The first weekend of the month meant the tickets were discounted by another 5% on top of the 10% student discount. After thanking Mark for the free upgrades and cookies, Haechan and Lawan declined to join. She spent the rest of her day with Haechan, but she still struggled to let go of her worries.

*Day 30*

The lunch rush had been busy and frantic, but she’d gotten a lot of large tips. There was a tech fair near the university campus, so the out-of-town visitors gave generous tips. Since she’d worked 3 days in a row, Lawan had her entire weekend off. It didn’t mean much since she was stacked with homework.

“Lawan, can you check the front locks before leaving?” Ruby asked from the back office in the kitchen. They were the last people in the restaurant, the pair to clean up and set up for the dinner shift.

“All right,” she called out as she put the strap to her purse over her shoulder. Ruby and Lawan had done the lunch rush so often, they’d come to clean up in less than 30 minutes with their routine. “See you later, Ruby!”

“Bye.”

Her eyes were shut as she sighed when she exited the kitchen to check the front door’s lock. She was going down her list of errands before heading home. HMart for rice and produce, bank to withdraw money she owed her roommates, and then home for dinner and homework. She needed to take some aspirin for her headache and sore feet.

When she opened her eyes, the last thing she wanted to see was staring her in the face. She stopped in her steps as she stood beside the back end of the restaurant’s bar. Seated at the second to last chair nearest to her was Haechan, two pineapple daiquiris in front of him. Her face turned hot as his gaze was steady, his expression did not change as he turned his body toward her direction.

“Are you trying to ghost me?” Haechan asked.

She pressed her lips together and looked down at the daiquiris. Of course, Ruby wouldn’t warn her about Haechan paying her a visit. They hadn’t talked about Haechan when Lawan said she didn’t want to, but the fact that Ruby brought up Haechan at all was telling enough that Ruby liked Haechan and Lawan dating.

Seeing him in the flesh made the guilt she’d tried ignoring come rushing forth, making her whole face hot. Pulling out the metal chair before her, she sat down beside him, and set her purse down onto the bar counter. After the day she got her period, Lawan had gotten cold feet and ignored Haechan’s texts, telling herself her schoolwork was more important.

“I need time to think,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the daiquiri sitting closest to her. The maraschino cherry was slowly sinking into the deflating whipped cream.

“You could have texted me that,” he replied, his tone remaining level. “I would have understood.”

“Right, because you’re the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a scoff. Guilt clouded her vision immediately and she shut her eyes before looking up into Haechan’s face.

“I don’t have to chase you, Lawan,” he replied, his expression unmoved. “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. Just don’t be an asshole about rejecting me.”

“Haechan,” she said, feeling her throat tighten. She blinked away the tears that threatened to come. “I’m sorry. I like you, I’m just...feeling insecure. You deserve better.”

“What’s up?” he asked, turning his body toward her, touching his knee to hers. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That morning we ran into Alexandria and Renjun, I just,” she paused as she looked away. She felt ashamed to think about the judgment her mom received for being a young mother. The world felt more modern than old patriarchal standards of her grandparents’ age (hell, even her mom’s), but the threat of potentially being knocked up while in college scared the shit out of Lawan. “I don’t want people to think you and I were stupid that day we hooked up. It all came from such a cynical place.”

“You think our relationship is cynical?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. He grabbed one of the daiquiris and took a drink from the red straw.

“You really wanted to date me after we hooked up?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Like, you really think we would have begun dating had the condom not broken?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Life didn’t work out that way. Maybe I was feeling horny and you were too, and that was supposed to be it between us, but like, come on. I know my concerns for you weren’t cynical, especially last week. Is that how you see our relationship? You only dated me because you don’t want people to judge you for being a horny idiot? Condoms break all the time.”

“Haechan,” she said with a laugh, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat up straight. She looked around despite knowing that they were alone. Reaching out to touch his wrist, she apologized as she saw him frown, his jaws tightening. “I like you. I like you so much. Every night I’ve been going to bed, crying, thinking about you, knowing I can’t just stop talking to you. I haven’t been fair to you, I’m sorry. It’s not you that is the problem, it’s me remembering how tough it was to grow up seeing my mom struggle a lot. All that hard work she put into raising me, and I could have been in a similar situation.”

“I would never walk out on you,” Haechan said, leaning closer to her.

“It’s not about you,” she replied. “It’s about me. It’s about how scared I was. I just...I needed time to sort through my feelings. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“So you shut me out?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, standing up. He had a point. It was a shitty move not to consider his feelings. “I really am. I’ll need to communicate with you more. I want you to be my boyfriend, Haechan. I want to be your girlfriend. Will you forgive me?”

He sighed and shut his eyes. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and it was her turn to sigh. Whenever he scrunched his eyes shut and opened his mouth into a wide grimace she knew they were crocodile tears. Instead of calling him out, she kissed his tears away and combed her fingers through his hair. She planted two kisses onto each of his beauty marks, one near his eye and the other on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she said softly, pulling him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted his head to plant a kiss onto her neck.

“Let’s go home,” he said, standing up with her. He draped his arm over her shoulder.

As they began on their walk to the NCT frat house, Lawan pressed herself closer to Haechan. His body was warm, and his hold was comforting.

“Are you always this forgiving?” she asked. She’d expected him to do a little more guilt tripping. Perhaps go on a scripted monologue about how she iced him out with her cold heart.

“No,” he replied, looking down at her for a second, “but I did make a promise to you at Costco, do you remember?”

“You did?”

“If I was your boyfriend,” he said plainly, “I’d never let you go.” They were just a few steps away from the driveway to the frat house.

“Don’t finish that,” she said. They’d stopped walking. Despite herself, a smile was growing on her lips, hurting her cheeks. “You’re my boyfriend. You don’t need to-”

“Keep you on my arm, girl-”

“Stop. I don’t like this Bieber song.”

“You'd never be alone.”

“Donghyuck, I mean it.”

“And I can be a gentleman, anything you want.”

“Haechan.”

“If I was your boyfr-”

She shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him.

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Thank you for reading! 💚

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Ahhh, if it's not too much trouble, can you do another part to that pervy sero post where he makes the reader watch porn and stuff, but this time like... fully forces himself onto reader to make sure sure learns abt the stuff he forces her to watch, or maybe he gets kaminari to join in to prove how "normal" it is for friends to watch porn together? Thank you so much!!

Hi!!! bro of course I can!

Prelude - Sero is saved the trouble of thinking up an excuse to get reader to come “hang out” with him because reader gets some bad anxiety the second he approaches her! I tried to make it clear that reader is like HECKA anxious but doesn’t realize it cause sometimes!!! you aren’t able to tell!!! and if your partner is a specific breed of awful, they’ll take your hesitance and vulnerability and swoop in and coerce you into doing something you aren’t sure about. Also, Sero knows a lot about sex and is manipulating reader and giving her false information. Don’t be like Sero.

Prompt - above babeyyy

Pairings - Sero Hanta X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, coercion, dub con, non con. Sero is a manipulative little bitch.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/7po7c8LzxTZ0ybU41qT5gD?si=5a1Bo4SURJmaQGw-gky-kA

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“Hey, (Y/N)!”

You ignored the cheerful voice calling your name, continued walking through the crowd of students towards your next class, backpack slung over your shoulder.

“(Y/N)! Wait up!”

You knew who the voice belonged to. You knew Sero was just going to ask you to hang out in his room after class, or wanted to show you another inappropriate picture or video off one of the lewd sites he frequents. If you were unlucky, he’d pull you away from class, make up some stupid excuse and beg for you to come hang out with him cause he’s “lonely” and needs a friend.

Ever since he had you jerk him off (over his boxers) in his room, you’d avoided your friend like the plague. You felt so awkward around him now, embarrassed in his presence. You really felt uncomfortable spending time with him, even when the rest of your friend group was present. He had said it was a normal thing for friends to do, that he and Denki watched porn together all the time.

Still, you just felt…. Well, weird. The whole situation was weird and you preferred not to think about it, to just avoid Sero and keep your head down, focus on school and training and your other friends.

Sero had other plans.

A hand grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around to face , almost throwing you off balance.

“Why’re you ignoring me? I called your name like, six times bro.” Sero pouted down at you, eyes big and round and you could already tell he was going to guilt you into doing something you’d rather not.

Taking a deep breath, you forced a quick smile on your face, before answering your friend.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Aw, it’s fine.” He patted your shoulder, before guiding you (pushing you) to the side of the hallway, out of the general traffic of the other students. “Anyways, I’ve missed you. I feel like we haven’t been able to hang out, y’know… just the two of us.”

He hadn’t removed his hand from your shoulder, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your uniform. It was hard to focus on what he was saying while he was touching you, while he was pressing you closer to the wall, shielding you from the throng of other students with his body. It was so loud, everyone talking to their friends, talking about homework and the upcoming math test and-

“Are you okay dude? You seem kind of…. Out of it.”

You were kind of breathing hard, and your stomach felt bad. It hadn’t before? Maybe you were coming down with something. You shrugged, trying to knock his hand off your shoulder. His dimpled smile faltered as he drew back, giving your body a concerned once-over.

“Actually, I don’t feel too good right now Sero… I think I’m gonna go see the nurse.” Before you could push past him and head for the nurse, Sero grabbed your hand, putting his other hand up to your forehead. His skin was cool, soft, fingers long as they pressed to check your temperature.

“Hm, you don’t have a fever. You probably just ate something bad at lunch. I have Tums in my room, c’mon, they’ll help you feel better!” The male grabbed your wrist, tugged you away from the wall, hesitating when you dug your heels in, reluctant to go with him.

“Ah, that’s okay!” You sputtered, “I have class and I don’t wanna miss it, and uh, I don’t know what “Tums” are, and my mom told me I should try to stay away from medicine cause-“

Sero’s abrupt laugh cut into your rambling, and you stopped talking, looking up at your friend in confusion.

“Tums are antacids that help settle upset tummies dude! I take them sometimes after I smoke a bit too much.” He winked at you, dimples showing as he smiled.

“Plus class is gonna start any second now, you’d be late anyways. Might as well skip.”

The bell rang.

You fidgeted, looking around at the now-empty hall, not realizing that the other students had slowly dissipated, filing into their respective classrooms. Sero was right, you didn’t feel feverish, you just felt nauseous and shaky. Maybe taking an antacid would help? Sero was your friend, he was just looking out for you, it wouldn’t hurt to skip class and hang out in his room, would it?

Your stomach twinged, and another wave of nausea bubbled up inside of you. That made up your mind.

“Alright, fine. But if I get in trouble, it’s your fault!” You conceded, smiling as Sero pumped his fist in the air.

“Yeah! Hangout time!”

“But -“ You paused, biting your lip. This was an awkward thing to say to him would he think you’re a bad friend? “Can you uh… well, can you not do anything like….. weird?”

You hoped he knew what you meant by “weird”.

“Weird” was touching your friends in intimate places, or having them touch you.

“Weird” was watching porn together, asking your friends which part they thought was the sexiest. “Weird” was the feeling that arose whenever Sero approached you, the sinking of your stomach, the gross taste in your mouth, the cold sweat that broke out whenever he asked if you wanted to “relieve some stress” with him.

“Of course, I’d never do /anything/ to you that you wouldn’t like. I’m your friend, (Y/N), and friends take care of each other.” Sero assured you, letting go of your wrist to give your shoulder a reassuring pat. You exhaled in relief, smiling back at him, before Sero started moving again, motioning for you to follow him. “Now, let’s go get to helping you feel better.”

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Sero pulled open his desk drawer, urging you to “Go ahead and get comfortable man” with a gentle nod of his head towards the bed. You let your backpack slip to the floor, sighing when the heavy weight left your shoulders. Sero hadn’t made his bed that morning, but you figured he probably hadn’t been expecting company.

Smoothing out the blankets, you took a seat, watching your black-haired friend sift through his desk drawers, looking for the antacid tablets he had promised.

A triumphant “Aha!” signaled that he had found them, holding the little bottle up high as he turned towards you. But the male didn’t offer you the bottle, nor open it to measure out the tablets for you. He shook it, but there was no familiar noise of pills rattling inside, instead the two of you were met with silence.

“Aw, shit, I’m sorry (Y/N). I guess I used them all up.” The empty bottle was placed on the desk. “But I have another idea that might work, if you’d like to try it?”

You shrugged, hand coming to poke at your stomach “It’s okay, don’t worry. I can just go to the nurse-“

“C’mon, that’s on the other side of campus. You really gonna walk all that way? Let me help you out.”

“Really, I’ll be oka-“

“Naw, I found something you’ll probably like - It’s a good flavor.”

You could do nothing but blink at your friend as he plopped down beside you on the bed. He was holding a bottle, one that looked almost like faceewash? But he had said it was a good flavor - did he want you to eat it? You summed all your thoughts up eloquently -“What the fuck is that?”

Sero shook the bottle before he popped open the top, squeezing a gelatinous goop onto his pointer finger.

“It’s just something that tastes good, y’know? Like uh,” He thought for a second “Jelly! Or like a Gogurt but less sweet. Might help your stomach to settle down.”

Of course Sero would still eat Gogurts. He probably had a stash of them somewhere that he saved for after he smoked, when he got - you had learned from Mina what it was called - the munchies. He offered his pointer finger, obviously wanting you to taste the goop; you did nothing but stare at it.

“Don’t be like that, c’mon, try it! It’s good, I promise.”

You weren’t swayed by his playful urging. And you definitely weren’t going to lick that stuff (whatever it was) off of Sero’s finger. Realizing you had no plans to move, Sero sighed, before bringing his finger up to his mouth and popping the digit in to suck off the gel.

“I swear it tastes good, you’ll like it. Here, give me your hand?”

The goop was room temperature, thick, kind of like aloe vera. You brought your hand up to your face, touching your thumb to your pointer finger to feel the gel Sero had squirted onto your finger. It smelled faintly like artificial strawberries, a bit too sweet and unnatural, similar to the fake strawberry scent of a bad candle. You tried not to wrinkle your nose. Hesitantly, you swiped a bit of the gel off your finger with your tongue, smacking your lips together as you savored the flavor.

“Haha, I was right, wasn’t I?” Sero laughed as you licked the rest of the sweetness off your finger, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Yeah, so shut up, you Gogurt eating baby.”

Sero rolled his eyes as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I knew you were gonna bring that up! Let it go man, Gogurts absolutely rock.”

You ignored his statement, eagerly sticking your hand out so Sero could give you more of the gel. Despite its suspiciously artificial smell, the gel actually wasn’t too bad. A surprise, but a welcome one nonetheless. Sero held out his hand.

“Ah, wait, I wanna try something.”

With a questioning look in your eyes, you watched Sero toss the bottle to his side, watched the male scoot backwards, spread out his legs. He reached for his pants, started unzipping them, and that’s when it clicked.

“Sero, I can’t believe you, again? This is so weird and so gross, I’m not touching your penis. It was fucking awkward the first time, and I’m not doing it again. Go find some other girl to - to do whatever it is you’re doing!”

Outburst finished, you huffed, cheeks flaming, ready to grab your backpack and stomp out of his room. The nauseous feeling was back, your stomach tight and legs wobbly.

Sero burst out laughing.

“Jesus (Y/N), do you even pay attention to the videos I send you? I mean, “penis”, really?? No one calls it that except for like, sex ed teachers or weird perverts.” You sputtered in indignation, irritated firstly at his nonchalant manner, secondly by the round-about way the male accused you of being a pervert.

Before you had a chance to open your mouth to defend your word choice, Sero continued.

“I thought it was clear “what I was doing” when I brought out the lube. It’s like you’re not even trying to get comfortable with sex stuff. I’ve been putting all this effort into being a good friend, trying to make sure you won’t get made fun of for being a prude. I help you not look like an idiot when you don’t know what Denki’s saying when he talks about how his latest lay could deep throat. I’ve offered to teach you how to kiss like, a thousand times. Seriously, I’m just trying to help you out, and you’re acting like I’m trying to hurt you.” Sero buried his head in his hands.

“I…… That’s not….” You trail off, distinctly reminded of the last time you were in his room, when you hadn’t known what to say and ended up with your hand on Sero’s crotch; the ravenette talking you through what was happening in the porn he was having you watch. It hadn’t been pleasant, but it had been informative. You hadn’t learned much, but you knew what anal was now, so…. there’s that.

“I’m doing my best to help you learn this stuff, but if you won’t even look at the videos I send…”

You knew Sero was just trying to look out for you, but you don’t remember ever asking him to teach you about sex. You weren’t sure you wanted him to.

“Look, Sero… I just feel like this is a bit too much. I don’t wanna…. Well, I don’t want to…. y’know…”

“Fuck? You aren’t ready to get fucked so good you cry? I get that.” Sero interjected, meeting your eyes with a smirk before you could look away. “It’s really intimidating your first time, but I wasn’t going for that.”

You lifted your head. “You weren’t?” He had been unzipping his pants, what else could he have been getting ready to do? It’s not like hanging out with a friend required nudity. At least, in your experience.

“Of course not, I know you couldn’t handle something like that.”

That stung. Did Sero think you were weak? What even was going on - he was sweet one second, and then almost mean the next. Backhanded comments and rude suggestions, you wished he was teasing. Maybe you were reading this wrong, and he was just teasing you? Him and Denki got a kick out of flustering you when the three of you met, and every time they ran into you after that, even after you joined their friend group.

“I was gonna show you how blowjobs work, and it’ll be easy since you like the taste of the lube.”

Appalled, you jerked away from your friend, eyes widening. “Woah, woah, I just said I don’t want-“

“-To fuck, I heard you.” Sero assured you. “But this is - it’s not even sex, it’s a blowjob. C’mon, it’ll be okay, blowjobs are easy.”

He was grabbing the bottle (which you now knew held lube) and shuffling his pants down, along with his boxers. You didn’t have time to protest before his cock was out, twitching in the cool air of his room. Sero hissed at the temperature difference of the lube as he squirted a generous amount of it into his palm, wrapping his hand around the reddened shaft.

A few quick strokes left his length glistening, covered in the gel, applied so generously that a few drops rolled down, dripped onto the wiry black pubes at the base. Sero licked his palm messily, doing a poor job of cleaning off the excess lube, urging you to crawl forward and kneel between his spread legs.

“Here, see? It’s fine. We’re not even gonna think about deepthroating or face-fucking, alright? You go at your own pace.”

You felt sick. But it’s not like Sero was forcing you to do this - he wasn’t shouting or holding you down; his posture was relaxed, easy smile showing off his dimples. You didn’t like the sound of “facefucking”, and you knew what deepthroating was, and you were relieved Sero didn’t expect that of you. Taking a deep breath, you scooted forward, pausing before any part of you came into contact with the black-haired male.

“I don’t know…. What….?” You whispered, afraid of your own voice. You were blushing so hard, you wanted to cover your face, but that would just draw more attention to the fact that you were beyond embarrassed, flushed and sheepish. You’d really rather not do any of this, but Sero was right - it wasn’t sex, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Just one friend helping out another, right?

“Just start out slow, y’know? Try to lick all the lube off.”

His suggestion seemed easy enough, so you leaned forward, darting your tongue out to hesitantly lap at his cock. You were met with the pleasant taste of the lube, able to detect an underlying flavor of salty sweat. It wasn’t horrible.

You grew bolder, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to lick broad stripes up the shaft, making Sero groan and fist his hands into the blankets by his hips. The sound made your insides twist, but you were fine - this was fine.

“Aw, you’re doing good. Mm - you can try putting a little bit in your mouth if you want. But watch your teeth, dicks are sensitive okay?”

You put the tip into your mouth, trying to make sure your teeth didn’t scrape or bite. Running your tongue around the squishy glans, you jumped when you felt Sero’s hand on your head. But he didn’t grab, push you down further or hold you in place. The ravenette let his hand smooth over your hair soothingly, petting at your head they way one would pet a cat.

“Fuck, can you - can you try sucking on it? That’s how you give a real blowjob.”

It was hard not to gag, hard to draw your thoughts away from what you were doing with your mouth and the soft, tight skin you were rubbing with your tongue. It felt weird, you felt weird, and you weren’t sure it was in a good way. But you wanted to try your best, not leave Sero hanging. You remember what he had said last time about teasing bitches, and you were afraid he might think you were leading him on if you stopped now..

Breathing through your nose, you hollowed your cheeks, creating a tight suction around the head of Sero’s cock. When you sucked, his dick jumped (it was hard to keep your mouth wrapped tight around his dick - you hadn’t been expecting it to move), and Sero patted your head softly.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep going.”

You did, rhythmically sucking at the glans, rubbing your tongue around the spongy head, popping off occasionally to lick up your excess saliva before it could roll too far down his length. Sero became increasingly more vocal, low moans and blissful sighs leaving his lips in between his gentle instructions.

“You, ah, you remember what we did last time? When you used your hand?”

Drawing back, you nodded. “A hand job.”

“Mmhm, good job. Do that around the part that’s not in your mouth, yeah?”

Tentatively, you wrapped your hand around the base, cringing at the slick feeling of too much lube and your own saliva. You gave the shaft a long, slow stroke, before fitting your mouth over the top again, suckling hard.

Sero let out a throaty groan, encouraging you to move faster, tighten your grip just a bit, suck a little bit more of his length into your mouth. His cock jumped again, once, twice - and then warmth spurted out of the tip.

You gagged immediately and pulled your mouth back and off his length. Before you could remove your hand, Sero trapped it under his own, using your palm to jack himself through his orgasm, abs tight and head tilted back, his dark eyes closed in bliss.

When you had given him a handjob for the first time, the male had cum, but the mess was (mostly) contained by his boxer briefs.

Thick streams of whiteish fluid (cum, you knew from the few videos that Sero had forced you to watch) streamed out from the tip, slowly bubbling over and coating your conjoined hands, making everything even messier.

Sero gradually released your hand, letting you pull back from his body, trying not to cringe in disgust at the stickiness covering your hand. You wanted to wipe it off, clean up - now that Sero had orgasmed you were going to run to the locker rooms and scrub yourself in a hot shower.

But as Sero panted, uncaring of the mess dripping to his sheets, he caught your gaze with his own, giving you a lopsided grin. “That was really good (Y/N), you’re a natural.”

The praise reached your ears, but you didn’t feel the little spike of pride that you normally associated with being complimented.

“Uh… Thanks, I guess.”

Sero reached over to his nightstand, snagging a pocket-pack of tissues, pulling out a few for himself, tossing one to you. You scrubbed at your cum-covered hand, sopping up the mess before lobbing the soiled tissue into the wastebasket by his desk.

“Okay, um - I’m gonna go now, I guess I’ll see you later.”

How did one leave gracefully after such an exchange?

Sero’s hand shot out (thankfully now clean) and grabbed your ankle, swiftly pulling you towards him across the bed, causing you to fall onto your back, squeaking in shock.

“Hold on! You’ve got me off twice now, it’s bad etiquette if I didn’t try to return the favor.”

“No! No, really, I’m okay!” You held out your hands, leg wriggling to free yourself from his grasp. “I don’t mind, it’s okay!”

Sero cocked his hand, slowly beginning to rub his hand up and down your calf, in a mockery of a massage. “I know you’re okay, I want to make you feel great. I’m good at this next part.”

He winked, the hand not rubbing your calf coming to pull at your school skirt, flipping it up to reveal your panties. You whined, trying to push it back down, cover yourself, but Sero clicked his tongue, easily batting your hands away.

“Don’t be shy baby, you got nothing to hide.”

“Sero, this is really making me uncomfortable - I don’t -“

“Shh, hey, you know I would never hurt you. I’m your friend, and I only want what’s best for you.”

Your panic was rising, blooming in your chest like a heavy flower, petals dropping and falling to your stomach to dissolve into acid that boiled into nausea. But that was just nerves, right?

Sweat was already pooling on your back, slicking up your hands, making your hair cling to your forehead.

Sero was your friend, but this was starting to feel a little unfriendly. But you didn’t have time to think when his hands were pulling down your panties, exposing your cunt to his hungry gaze.

“Damn, you’re real pretty.”

You squirmed, opened your mouth to protest, but Sero was hefting one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up for easier access to your folds. He was going too fast, this was all going too fast and you couldn’t-

Long fingers swiped along the outside of your pussy, sending a twinge of sensation (pleasure?) up into your tummy. They stroked up and down, spread your folds, tapped around the puffy pink skin until they came in contact with your clit. With a gasp, your hips involuntarily bucked, chasing the sensation. Sero grinned at you.

“See? It only gets better. Let me take care of yo, it’ll all be okay.”

His fingers continued to pet you, slowly collecting wetness as it seeped out of your pussy, shame coloring your cheeks and making your arms curl across your chest, as if to hold yourself. Sero didn’t seem to mind, not when he was so focused on touching you.

He used his other hand to pat around the bedspread, looking for the lube he had so carelessly dropped earlier. When he found it, you heard the cap flick open, and then the cold gel was squirted onto the top of your slit. You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to keep your hips from jumping forward when Sero massaged the lube onto your pussy, using three fingers to smush and spread the lube around.

It felt exquisite.

Your thighs were tensing, short, little spasms of the muscle each time his fingers came into contact with your clit, and you could feel your pussy pulsing, oozing out wetness. Breathing shakily, you whined when Sero traced a single finger around your hole, teasing.

“I’m gonna finger you open, alright? You look so sexy like this, letting me make you feel good.”

His finger entered you slowly, a long, steady press. It was uncomfortable, but not exactly unpleasant, and smooth due to the lube. You wanted him to wait, to let you adjust to the intense sensation, gather your senses, but the ravenette kept steady, drawing his finger out at the same pace before pushing it back in.

Sero’s thumb rubbed at your clit, swiping back and forth, smushing the little nub and making you (to your embarrassment) moan. It felt good, the nausea in your stomach fading as the pleasure built.

Next thing you knew, Sero was fucking you with two fingers, then three, increasing the pace on each addition. Your hips were bucking wildly, thrusting down each time his fingers pushed up, fucking yourself on his long, slim digits.

“Sero, Sero, ah, ah-“

You cried, and your friend swore under his breath, before his hand left your cunt empty. Opening your eyes, you barely had time to look at the male questioningly before he was grabbing your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. You squirmed, able to feel your hole clenching and unclenching rhythmically - you felt unusually empty.

“Sero?”

Something hard and hot was pressed against you, Sero leaning over you, his legs on either side of your own as he pulled your hips up and back, putting you on your knees.

“Calm down, I’m only gonna put in the tip. It’s not sex, no need to worry.”

The tip?

You realized what was happening, why he turned you over, what was pressing up against your folds, what the male mean’t by “just the tip”

“Wait!!-“ You thrashed, breathing heavily, clawing at the sheets to pull yourself forward, away, anywhere but pressed up against your friend.

But Sero was stronger than you, had your hips in a bruising grip as he pressed forward, his cock breaching your hole. He kept you still as he thrust shallowly, keeping to his promise of “just the tip”.

It was bigger than his three fingers had been, and the stretch burned. It quickly simmered to a slow build of pleasure in your tummy, ramping up when a hand snaked around your hip, coming to roll and pinch and slap at your clit gently.

“Sero!” Whining, you couldn’t stop your hips from moving, pushing back towards that delicious friction against your clit, the gentle thrusts just barely entering your cunt. You didn’t want him to go any further, but your body craved for more.

The male seemed to sense this, or maybe he was just too wound up, but on his next thrust, he went too far inside, kept on going, pressing, rutting inside your until he was buried to the hilt.

Sero had officially gone too far.

“This is-“ you gasped as he rubbed your clit feverishly, interrupting your thoughts., distracting you from the burning stretch of his entire cock being plunged into you. It was a struggle to regain them again. “Sero this is too-too far. It’s wrong! Stop!”

He laughed, his throaty voice trailing off into a groan.

“If it’s so wrong, why are you about to cum? Girls can’t cum if they don’t want it.”

Horrifingly, he was right - you were about to cum. The pleasure was building and rising, it wouldn’t stop. You had no time to breathe, or to even cry as Sero began hammering into your cunt, energetic, chasing after his own pleasure while speeding you towards your own.

Each thrust hit deep, his hips twisting on each thrust so his cock /swirled/ up against your walls as he pushed into you. It was entirely too much, and yet he wouldn’t stop. He was moaning and swearing behind you, puncturing each push of his hips with a “so good baby” or “your pussy is so tight, fuck.”.

You didn’t know what to focus on.

Sero shifted, and his next thrust hit something deep inside of you, and you couldn’t help but wail as you came. Sero groaned as your pussy squeezed him tightly, his thrusts increasing in speed until he pulled out, furiously jacking his cock over your back.

You barely even flinched when you felt warmth drip onto your skin, where your shirt had ridden up.

No longer held up by Sero’s strong arms, you collapsed forward onto his bed, confused, relaxed, filled with countless emotions that you couldn’t even begin to identify. Sero flopped down beside you, utterly spent, panting heavily. There was silence between the two of you as your breathing evened, coming down from your high. You felt exhausted.

“Sex feels really good, doesn’t it?” Sero broke the silence, reaching over to rub your shoulder. “I’m sorry about going so deep, guess I got kinda caught up in the moment, y’know?”

You didn’t.

At this point, you didn’t even know what to feel.

Didn’t even know what to do.

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Shielded From The Truth

Cross posted on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30441042 -.-.-.-.- Warnings: Mild wounds. Number two in the phic phight! When his parents put a shield up around Casper high to keep the ghosts out, and it means that Danny’s day hardly goes to plan. And he was so close to being on time for once too…. PHIC PHIGHT 2021 For team ghost! -.-.-.-.-.- Prompt by: Silverwing013 Danny's parents have kindly offered to set up a ghost shield generator for Casper High. Hijinks ensue as Danny attempts to handle the situation.

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Danny groaned as he only half listened to his parents rattle off whatever ghost nonsense they were going on about as he ate his breakfast. A bowl of dry cereal because the milk was contaminated and he really didn’t want to chance it giving him more than a stomach ache. This had become the norm this week it seemed as his parents seemed invested more than usual into the ghost shields that they had been working on and improving.

Why only shields? They would be installing one in the school soon… but beyond that? He wasn’t sure. They probably told him, sure, but being a teenager and one that had parents that hated half of him, had the effect of making him only lightly listen to the weapons and things that were meant to fully kill him off. That and at least the ghost shields weren’t usually a hindrance to him, in fact, they had proven themselves useful on a few occasions.

Plus he had the added advantage of being able to simply return to his human form and slip through the shield with little issue. Given his parents had no knowledge of half ghosts existing, at least he hoped not, they shouldn’t be designing a ghost and human shield. After all, that would defeat the purpose, right? It wasn’t as if Amity really had any human threats anymore.

Well, regardless of the eccentricities of his parents he could at least take some comfort in the fact that Skulker couldn’t simply attack the school to get to him any longer.

Small mercies he supposed.

Danny blinked as his father said something to him before slapping him on his back causing the teen to practically choke on his cereal from the force of the smack. “Isn’t that just great Dann-o?” the large man exclaimed happily before looking at his son expectantly. Oh great, he wanted him to ask something? Great.

“S-Sure” Danny choked out as he flailed, grabbing in front of him for the orange juice he had nabbed from the fridge, it thankfully hadn’t been in there long enough to start glowing… yet…

He shook his head as he finally got his breath back without inhaling dry cereal pieces into his lungs. When he was sure he wasn’t going to sound like some dollar store squeaky toy he tried to ask his parents a question, always a dreadful time if he were honest, but hey, he would usually be late for school anyway.

“So this will go around the whole school?” Danny tried weakly.

“Yep! And the best part is it’ll sense where there's an evil ectoplasmic entity nearby and spring up instantly! We made sure there won’t be a ghost within Twenty feet of the school before that puppy jumps up to the rescue! Like a big Fenton airbag!” Jack exclaimed all too enthusiastically for what the current time in the AM should allow a normal person to exhume.

Danny hummed noncommittally and sent a glance of ‘help me’ to his sister, who, in turn, rolled her eyes at her little brother. “And the shield even uses the ghost’s power to run the shield right?” Jazz asked side eyeing her father from her own spot not wanting to fully engage in the conversation they were having.

“Oh, yea! That’s the best part!” Jack practically cheered out.

“And the stronger the evil skum is the faster the shield will react and sooner it will be picked up. It will only go off on a level three or higher.” Maddie explained with a pleasant smile as she sips at her coffee.

“And we got it all finished last night to be ready for you kids today” Jack added happily.

“Hooray, more fun on a Monday” Danny sighed out into his last bites of cereal. Jazz snorted but didn’t comment, though Danny blew her a childish raspberry.

Jack continued to go on about the more intricate details of the shield they had put up though only one thing really caught his attention in the spiel, “-And Vladdie helped with the funding to outfit the school! Even helped us get the materials we needed to make such a large shield!”

“Ah, there it is…” Danny groaned letting his head fall forward onto the table in instant defeat.

“Danny! I really wish you would learn not to stay up so late playing video games! Look at you! If I get another call from one of your teachers about you sleeping in class-” Maddie started only for Danny to cut her off jumping to his feet.

“Yep! Thanks for that, mom! Look at the time! Love you bye!” Danny prattled off quick as could be before grabbing his book bag by his feet and bolting like a scared rabbit. After all, if his mother never finished that sentence when he inevitably fell asleep he couldn’t be grounded… she never officially gave him the last warning…

That’ll work, right?

It wasn’t long when he was out of the house that he was at his usual waiting spot for Sam and Tucker. Unsurprisingly, Sam got there first though they didn't have to wait long for Tucker to lumber forward, half asleep to his friends, and together they made their way towards the school as a unit.

Things seemed well enough until he got onto the stairs leading up to the main doors. That was when all hell broke loose. A deep alarm sounded before his father’s voice rang out from the speakers, in his over the top cheery way that only Jack Fenton knew how to pull off.

“Attention kids! Guess there’s an evil spook nearby so we’re deploying the shield! This ghost protection was brought to you by Fenton-works and sponsored by your mayor!”

Danny frowned. “My ghost sense didn’t go off…” He mentioned quietly to his friends.

“Maybe the shield sensors are more sensitive than you are?” Tucker asked with a frown.

“Since when?” Sam argued incredulously.

“Well who or whatever it is, it isn’t bothering me right now and no one’s screaming, no one’s panicking, so it can wait. I’m actually going to be on time for once!” Danny says waving the notion off.

He continues his trek up the stairs and towards the doors of the school, though when he reaches the threshold of the shield he finds himself having to really push hard against the thing. It was like hitting a wall of foam or Jell-O. He could push through if he pressed hard enough but it was not pleasant or as easy as going through the air.

Once through the initial shield wall, he blinked slowly feeling sluggish and as though all his limbs were moving through water. He even sort of felt like he was having to ‘swim’ as he walked like he was both heavier and lighter than he should be, but unable to find that buoyancy happy middle ground.

“Dude…” Tucker said smartly as he frowned at his friend’s almost slow motion, yet stop motion like movements. It was eerie, to say the least, not to mention the more pressing issue that he noticed right off the hop, “Your eyes are shining, man. And your, um… Neck...”

Sam, ever prepared for whatever bull their lives seem to throw their way, slipped her bag around to her front and offered Danny a pair of sunglasses, which the halfa put on promptly, along with the spider webbed patterned black and silver scarf. “I mean, it’s better,” Sam argued, not even giving Tucker's look of disapproval her full attention.

“They’re spider glasses.” The boy states with a shake of his head. “Not really digging the whole-” Tucker waved his arm about Danny’s head in little circles, “-pseudo goth thing” he finished finally. Though he had to admit it was at least marginally better than seeing his friend’s glowing eyes and the electric scars showing up on his neck and disappearing under his shirt collar.

“Better?” Danny asked out sluggish, his voice almost sounding like it was being drawn out on a tape deck that was starting to lack battery power and not playing at quite the proper speed making the pitch and timing slower and lower.

Sam and Tucker shared a look before offering a thumbs up to their friend, both deciding it better not to address… whatever that was… The look they shared between one another spoke of their mutual hope that this would perhaps be one of those problems that simply go away on its own.

Ignoring the problems they have usually makes it go away… Yeah, that always works out.

Danny makes a grab for the door to pull it open again, having that weird slow stop motion effect, like he was flickering between blinks rather than making a smooth motion forward. “Ehm, maybe don’t move around too much man… it’s um… creeping me out.” Tucker offers helpfully.

“Huh?” it took Danny a minute to process, as while he looked slow to them they seemed to be hyped up on caffeine to him… “Why are you talking so fast?” He wondered, his head almost appearing to glitch into a tilted and confused look.

“I think the ghost shield is making you go all slow motion. Just stop talking.” Sam says forcefully before letting out a shudder of her own.

Sam and Tucker share a glance before they each grab onto one of Danny’s arms and half drag him off to his locker. Despite his friends’ efforts he still got many looks shot his way, and a couple of people started whispering to one another as he passed by them.

“How is this going to work if I’m already weirding everyone out?” Danny asked, voice still sounding like a slowed record as he blinked sluggishly and his head jerked almost unsteadily from side to side. From his perspective, everyone was speeding along and talking at 1.5 times the normal speed.

“Maybe I should look for the ghost that triggered this, maybe Tuck, can you look into this mess?” Danny asked after a moment of trying to figure out what was being said around him through the noise of the hall.

“Yeah that might be best…” Sam responded shifting from leg to leg as she locks eyes with a basketball jock who was staring at their group incredulously.

“I got you, man, I’ll change everything to present and, block any ‘call home’ recommendations.” Tucker pipped up already pulling out his PDA to set that up preemptively.

Danny nodded and let out a hum before glitching his way out the nearest exit and out of the shield’s bounds. Once he slipped back out through the barrier, strangely enough, a harder feat than it was getting in, but that wasn’t a problem he wanted to focus on, he already blamed Vlad so he would simply continue to do so until the fruitloop showed himself.

As soon as he was through the green line of the shield Danny practically fell forward in relief. That stifling feeling now gone from his core and bones making his movements fluid and normal, well as normal as a clumsy half ghost could be anyhow…

It was a moot point and not one Danny wanted to think on too long. He gave a quick “thanks” to his friends, before diving between the dumpster and the school’s bricks, transforming into his ghostly alter ego and taking off into the sky. He would do a few laps around the school and city as he looks for whatever ghost set off the shield.

-BREAK-

It wasn’t until lunchtime Danny returned looking much more windswept and all around more miserable. He entered the courtyard through the side joining his friends out on the picnic table they had claimed. He made it over to them, flopped down on the bench next to tucker with a groan before his head smacked into the table before him.

“You find them?” Tucker asked around whatever horrid monstrosity of a sandwich he was eating, spewing bits of half chewed bred at Danny’s head.

“No” Came the muffled reply, filled with tired disdain.

“No ghost sense?” Sam wandered, flicking the bits of bread from Danny’s raven hair and back towards Tucker.

“No”

“Huh… You think it was you who set off the shield?” Sam wondered with a thoughtful frown.

“When I went into the back end of the generator though it wasn’t supposed to go off for anything that low, Danny in human form is like a two at best,” Tucker argued spinning his PDA around to show what he’d found when he hacked into the motherboard of the Fenton’s latest device.

Danny groaned. He supposed had he listened to his parents he could have been more prepared for whatever lunacy his parents’ decided to toss his way but alas, his short attention span and teenage rebellion and lack of caring got the best of him yet again.

Joyous of joys.

He tuned out his friend’s back and forthing for a bit, wondering if he could get away with smashing the device as Phantom when Tucker had his a-ha moment of discovery. Danny turned his head and raised a brow at his friend who was furiously typing away at his device.

“You were right about Vlad, Sam”

“Naturally,” She agreed.

“Well, he had an over right line here specifically set for Phantom’s ecto- signature,” the boy states running his finger along the line of code he’d found in the program.

Danny’s mood instantly brightened at that. “So then we just get rid of that bit right? And BAM everything’s fine?” He asked. “Man, what happened to me? Why do I want to get into the school again?”

“To keep up the illusion of normalcy on this mortal plane.” Sam supplied stabbing at her salad a little more forcefully than she probably needed to.

“Eh, yeah, I suppose.” Danny agreed with a lacklustre shrug.

“There, that should do it” Tucker spoke, interrupting whatever tangent Sam was getting ready to spew off about how normalcy was only an illusion created by corporations or some other such thing.

“And just in time The bell just rang,” Danny says with a small grin clasping a firm hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “Nice one Tucker!” he cheered as the trio made their way over to the doors that would lead them back into the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, as soon as Danny’s hand hit the door handle the shield once again sprung to life, though this time, instead of simply having a hard time passing through the shield, he was thrown back across the field earning a cry from several students who were following the trio.

“Grapes of wrath Mister Fenton!” Lancer, (of course it was Lancer) shouted out in worry, his shout even carrying over the prerecorded message containing his father’s voice. Lancer half jogged half waddled over to Danny who blinked up blearily to his teacher, eyes flashing green for the briefest of seconds before draining back to blue.

“Leave it to Fen-turd to get himself possessed.” Dash snorted from behind the pot bellied teacher earning a few nervous glances between the small crowd of gathering students. The mutterings of the students didn’t take long to start up after that.

“I’m not possessed,” Danny argued, though, it was rather hard to make said argument when the palm of his hand was burned and leaking ectoplasm from where he had touched the door.

“Course he’s not possessed! He’s a ghost himself!” Wes shouted pointing an accusatory finger at the youngest Fenton.

Danny glared. “Not the time Westly.” He muttered under his breath as he was hauled to his feet by his friends. He tried to brush himself off only to end up smearing the ectoplasm from his hand onto his jeans, leaving a luminescent streak across his thigh.

Seeing his chance the ginger jock was all too eager to point it out. “See look! He’s bleeding ectoplasm!”

“No, I’m not! It’s from the shield! it sputtered out at me.” Danny tried to protest, though even in his own ears it sounded like a weak argument.

“Really?” Wes argued and marched over to the shimmering shield. The teen waved his arms about freely in the shield’s range hopping back and forth pointedly across the line of the barrier before showing his hands and clothes were completely clean of any glowing goo. “See! Ghost!” he accused again after he did a little pirouette to show his lack of ectoplasm.

“Yeah? Well, it sputtered at Danny only ‘cuz it turned on with him in the threshold.” Sam tried to argue back glaring at the ginger, venom in her gaze.

“Well then, why don’t you just walk through the shield Fen-toad?” Dash said with a smarmy grin, ever eager to get his own jabs in and seemingly not wanting to be outshined by the ginger conspiracy theorist’s bullying of his favourite punching bag.

“Fine” He spat back bitterly and marched up to the shield with a huff.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance with one another as Danny presses his hand into the shield again. Thankfully this time there wasn’t anything that blows him back but he also really had to try and push through the shield.

Danny could see out of the corner of his eye Wes’s smug grin as he grunts and does his best to push through the shield. His persistence is rewarded and he falls to the ground on the other side jumping up and giving a quick ‘HA!’ as he faces the small gathering crowd of students shifting uncomfortably just beyond the shield.

Sam had a look of exasperation and she looked like she was trying to restrain herself from face palming. Tucker on the other hand had no such restraint. He was almost over eager to bury his face into his hands.

From Danny’s perspective, he simply smacked into the ground and stood back up, but from the other students’ perspectives, Danny fell into the shield but instantly slowed down, looking as though he were falling with the moon’s gravity rather than the earthly speed everyone was used to. It also didn’t really look to them like he had hit the ground, instead glitching his body back into an upright position before cheering in that low slow motion state as he had earlier.

And if that wasn’t damning enough his eyes were glowing a lovely shade of ectoplasmic green.

Wes smirked, seemingly very smug and content with himself and this development. “See told you all he was a ghost!”

“T-that’s enough Mister Weston… Right…” LAncer muttered to himself a few moments watching as Danny seemed to glitch about as he cheered before seemingly realizing something was wrong. “I think there was a procedure to depossess a student…I bet the teachers in Bridgestone don’t have to exercise their students in this manner…” He complains. Sure they had gym class and he would appreciate the pun and irony if he wasn’t so tired.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” he muttered, ignoring the look of panic that spread across Danny’s face.

It took some doing, a lot of flailing limbs and pressing himself against the damn shield, but Danny soon was through back out and free. His eyes still glowed brightly as he stared at his classmates looking very much like a deer in the headlights. Eyeshine and all might he add.

A few of the students were snickering, because only in Amity park could one get possessed by a ghost and have it come across as though someone had merely said something embarrassing or misheard an instruction and was now staring blankly ahead.

“Er….” Danny stared at his classmates half panicked before simply vanishing from view.

“Moby Dick!” Lancer exclaimed, almost dropping the book he was thumbing through from the Fenton parents. Sure it was a ghost, and could potentially be dangerous, but it wasn’t attacking so there wasn’t really anyone panicking.

Instead, the teacher simply felt tired. “Right, I’ll call the Fentons and let them deal with this, Everyone back inside I do believe the lunch bell rang already!” the teacher called out shooing the students into dispersing.

Danny stood there invisibly and holding strong as he internally groaned. At least they thought he was possessed, that could be easily explained away but he was not looking forward to trying to explain it to his parents…

Still maybe if he gets ahead of this…

It was with that thought in mind that he bolted away into the treeline beside the school, transformed and headed off to his home landing in his bedroom only a few minutes later. He went human, back intangible and invisible came out the door, made sure the coast was clear before speeding his way down into the basement.

He just made it down the stairs startling his mother and father who blinked at him curiously, when the phone rang cutting off his mother’s “Honey? What are you doing home so soon?”

“It’s the school calling Mads,” Jack says, sounding disappointed as the large man sent a look of disapproval to his boy.

“Wait!” Danny jumped forward answering the phone and instantly hanging it up.

“Daniel!” His mother exclaimed abashedly.

“I wanna explain first! Do you know how all your stuff goes off on me? Well, the shield at school started doing that and they think I’m possessed! I’m not, it's just the… ya know…” Danny rambled off hurriedly hoping against hope that his parents wouldn’t try to send him to decontamination … again… (Thanks to his ghost half, it burned in places he didn’t ever want to burn)

“You’re possessed Dann-o?!” Jack exclaimed instantly pulling a Fenton gun from somewhere on his person and brandishing it towards his son.

Danny threw his hands up and waved them placatingly at his father. “NO! Just the normal stuff! The contamination from the portal accident set it off. I got too close to the sensor!” He says quickly ignoring how his parents seem to flinch slightly.

His parents shared a look before his father seemed to deflate, seemingly upset at the fact his son wasn’t possessed. “I thought we fixed that... “ Jack says with a frown. “But, we can’t let the school know we may have messed it up! I know we’ll just run the tests again and fix it in the night!”

“Yeah, that would be- Wait what?” Danny blinks. Why couldn’t they just go down and fix it normally? Of course, his parents had to be weird about this too. “Thanks… Is there anything you need from me to help?”

And with those words said he almost instantly regretted it. “Well… We would really like to know why your ecto signature lines up perfectly with Phantom’s but perhaps that can wait.” Maddie offered with a small amused smile.

Danny sputtered at that, “Wh-What?”

“We set up a monitoring system so we can tell which ghosts most frequent the school… Phantom was the one that triggered the shield twice today. There actually wasn’t anything else that did,” Maddie explained with a deepening frown.

“You sure you’re not possessed, son?” Jack asked again this time sounding almost defeated in how, well, normal a volume he asked that. The hidden meaning was all too obvious especially after he mentioned his accident…

They thought he was dead! The portal killed him! And as the growing pit of dread grew into Danny’s stomach he couldn’t help but feel awful knowing they were correct in that assumption, well at least half right anyhow.

“Yeah… I’m… I’m me…” Danny managed out his voice cracking

“O-oh hun....” Maddie sniffed.

“But it’s not I… I’m me, I promise and I’m not all dead. I still have a heartbeat and everything!” Danny argued or rather tried to as his mother was quick to kneel before him taking his face in her hands as tears bubbled down her chin.

“Mom really I’m like … half at most. More human with a side of ghostly abilities ya know?”

“Oh, it’s okay Dann-o… You're still my son, I know ya are. It’s been almost a year since that accident and you’re mostly still you.” Jack said. “Just worse grades and more hormones and-”

“Thanks, guys really,” Danny sighed in relief both at dodging the potentially awkward birds and ghostly bees talk as well as the tepid acceptance he was getting. Awkward though it may be it was still acceptance nonetheless. He was happy for it just the same.

“Maybe while we work on fixing up the shield to ignore Phantom’s signature you can tell us about some things?” Maddie asked sniffling again as she looked over her son’s face trying her best to hold herself together and not outright bawl at the thought she had killed her youngest child.

“Y-yeah… I’ve been wanting to tell you about this for a while now but, well, ya know…” Danny offered uselessly.

“I think it’s us who should apologize for that, son but maybe we can just all go get some triple chocolate fudge milkshakes and go deal with that shield after dinner?” Jack offered with a smile, ever the one to break up tension.

“Yeah, yeah… that sounds good.” Danny agreed. Well, it wasn't how he was expecting this to go, but he was kinda glad it ended up like this. Maybe now they could repair their strained relationship.

As Maddie ruffled up Danny’s hair the teen offered her his first genuine smile in almost a year.

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#phic phight 2021 #Phic Phight #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #lancer #ghost shields are a problem #kinfa fluffy #danny is so done

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women-inthe-sequel · 3 years

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“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

ao3

The day after Christmas was turning out to be a quite terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

All the best spots in the parking lot were full. The return lines were long, so much so that they nearly went out of the store and onto the sidewalk. When she gathered up the courage to use a public restroom, it was out of toilet paper and paper towels.

Or maybe the tension from yesterday’s Christmas dinner with Petunia and her new fiancé was getting to her and ruining the rest of her week.

Either way, Lily was determined to take full advantage of the merchandise credit in her hand. After waiting for several people in front of her to complain about the return policy (which Lily actually found to be rather generous), she finally had it in hand.

It came, of course, from returning that awful package from Petunia. Her present this year had come with a passive aggressive comment from her sister about still using her bedding from college. She tried to stomach the comments with non-committal statements and a forced smile, but Lily could only take so much.

It was a certain kind of Christmas miracle when Petunia closed the door behind her without either of them yelling.

After all that, Lily deserved to get a new comforter she actually liked and some of those bamboo sheets they always talked about on TV.

Her problem now was that a merchandise credit return meant she had to find something worthwhile in this particular store. What, she would like to ask, was the point of a giant sign about a forty percent off sale, if nothing actually fell under the sale?

“I’m sorry,” the woman at the counter said for the third time. “This item is excluded from discounts and coupons.”

It wasn’t her fault, Lily reminded herself. This woman probably wanted to be here even less than Lily did. It was moments like these when it became clear why some people got that haircut and started demanding to speak to the manager.

Maybe it was the manager’s fault, for putting up such a big sign and then preventing any items from allowing it to be used.

Petunia would do that. Petunia would complain and raise hell until she left the store.

Lily was not going to do that.

“Thanks anyway,” she said, taking the package back to return it to the shelf. “I’ll keep looking.”

The woman gave her a sympathetic nod.

Dejected, Lily threw the comforter back onto its pile and started down the aisle again. Damn Petunia and her ability to find everything on a perfect sale. The credit amount didn’t leave her any room, so she was never going to find something that could fit-

Oof.

When Lily turned away from the display, another person’s back blocked her. Brought up short, Lily narrowly avoided actually running into him. Her luck, she would be the person lost in her head enough to knock over someone in the bedding aisle of a department store.

“Sorry,” Lily said, putting her hand on a shelf to steady herself. “I guess I was a little distracted.”

When she looked up to see him properly, Lily could have been distracted for a whole new set of reasons. He had such richly colored eyes, more than a few inches on her height, and that kind of comfortable smile that hinted at self-assuredness.

She could already hear what Mary would say if she was here.

“Don’t worry about it,” the other person said, now turned to her. He grinned and lifted his hand to his hair, running his fingers through it. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Lily said quickly. “I’m having a minor shopping crisis, but it’s really nothing. My sister’s great for causing these kinds of things.”

Oh God, why was she rambling?

He chuckled. “Maybe I can take care of it. What kind of shopping crisis are we dealing with?”

Desperate times and nearly an hour looking at comforters called for desperate measures. If someone in this store had the time to help her, she wasn’t really in the position to be declining assistance. The poor woman at the counter had enough people to deal with on the day after Christmas without her bringing up another one that didn’t qualify for the sale.

Lily held out the plastic card with the store credit. “My sister gave me a few snarky comments and an ugly comforter for Christmas. I returned it, thank God, but they could only give me store credit.”

He nodded and waved for her to go on.

“Now I’m back here,” Lily continued, “trying to find something that will work and still fit in the amount she spent, since she’s apparently a sale whisperer. Or maybe the horrible stuff is the only kind on sale. I don’t know, but I think I might be stuck in some kind of neverending bedding loop. Really, I just want to get out of here and get an Auntie Anne’s pretzel.”

If only Mary was here to see her.

His grin widened, so she mustn’t have scared him too much. Maybe she was tame to deal with compared to the Christmas Eve shoppers.

“I can take care of that,” he said. “My mom’s a pro at finding a good sale, and she taught me well. What vibe are we going for?”

Lily played with the end of her braid while she tried to come up with an answer. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I thought something would speak to me, but clearly…” She gestured broadly. “It’s not happening.”

“I’m sure there’s something here.” When he gestured to the rest of the section, it made her look.

She saw the several rows of stacked bedding and staged bedrooms with those shortened beds stores always used. Lily was sure she already went through every aisle to check for something that would fit in her price range, but it was possible that she missed something.

She had to leave here with something, or the whole trip was a waste.

“Okay. Let’s do another round.”

Lily started another lap of the bedding section, this time with a partner. She steered clear of the tempting rack that already burned her once, since nothing on it was eligible for any kind of discounts. She also skipped over the shelves of throws, since using those for her comforter would definitely get a judgemental look from Petunia.

More than once, she had to resist the urge to fall onto one of the example beds and bury her head in the pillows. Maybe she should have stuck with the comforter Petunia picked. What was so wrong with her college bedding, anyway?

“What about this one?” he called from further down the aisle, pulling Lily out of her pessimistic thoughts. She tossed an uncomfortable looking throw pillow into a bin and looked to him and the possible option instead.

This one, which he unzipped the top of the package to reveal, was made of soft pastel squares patched together to look like a quilt. The colors went together well without being too loud. With a relieved sigh that was part laugh, Lily could picture it over the bed in her room.

“It’s perfect,” Lily said, starting toward him. “Does it qualify for the sale?”

“I think so,” he said, looking at it from several angles to find a tag. “I’ll find someone to ask.”

“Wait.” Lily stopped a few feet away from where he stood with her perfect, maybe ready to solve all of her problems quilt comforter. “You don’t work here?”

The grin was back. He shook his head, eyes holding a new amusement. “What made you think that I did?”

“Well, you -” Lily stopped and changed tack. “Then why are you helping me?”

He shrugged. “I said I’d take care of you. Did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

Warmth spread across her cheeks and down to her toes without her permission. “I didn’t mean to pull you away from your shopping. I thought…”

“You didn’t pull me away from anything,” he said easily. He pushed the quilt back into the package and zipped it, turning to the register. “If this is it, you should get it.”

“I can take it. Really, I didn’t mean -”

“Don’t worry about it. I wanted to help,” he said, moving the quilt so it rested under one arm. He did it in time for her to miss her grab for the package. Instead, the attempt made her fingers brush over the sleeve of his sweater.

Lily withdrew her hands and let him carry the quilt toward the register counter. He put it down and stepped aside for her. The best course of action, she decided, was probably to avoid looking at him so he wouldn’t see the spots of color she was sure were on the tops of her cheeks. She offered the store credit to the cashier, vowing to buy this thing no matter how much it cost and be done with the whole affair.

The woman behind the counter scanned the tag and, Lily swore, smiled a little when the number came up on her screen. “This item is actually eligible for an additional discount. You have a little left on the store credit, if you wanted to find something else.”

“No,” Lily answered emphatically. “You can -”

A bright orange color caught her eye and made her reach to the display on the counter. She put the king sized Reese’s down and pushed it toward the woman on the other side.

“Actually, I’ll add this.”

The woman rang up her order and took a penny from the take one, leave one without prompting to cover the balance after redeeming her credit. She handed the bag over to a grateful Lily.

Turning, she was glad to see her helper still standing there. “This is for you,” Lily said, holding the bag in one hand and the Reese’s in the other, outstretched to him.

“You should keep it,” he answered, hands in his pockets. “My friend is always telling me that chocolate is good for stress, and that had to be a lot.”

“You should have it. I have to do something since you basically saved a stranger.”

“I’m James,” he answered, making her forehead crease in confusion. “James Potter. And you are…?”

“Lily Evans.” The answer was part reflex and part wanting to know where he was going with this.

“So, we aren’t strangers anymore. Keep the candy.”

Lily laughed and shook her head. “I have to do something for you, Potter.”

“I actually had something else in mind,” James admitted, hand once again in his hair. “Since that’s all handled, did you still want to go for that pretzel?”

Lily bit on her bottom lip to keep it from turning into a too big smile. “Sure. My treat.”

“No, Evans,” James said with a grin. “I’d like it to be a date.”

#marieka writes #hp #jily #james potter #lily evans #muggle au #meet cute

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04 - Stained Glass

Bright "Dork" Penny is actually from a few /tg/ threads in late 2018, in which we had the fun idea of an adorkable dragon, and steadily built a town around her. This is from pretty early in her introduction to the town, before most of the suggested campaign plot hooks.

Length: 2100 words Rating: E (though contains brief mentions of violence) Summary: A dragon is enamored by a stained-glass window, and wants some of her own.

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Clearwater was a fairly average port town; according to the fishermen, it was even idyllic. When the wind blew just right, the smell of fresh fish and bread filled several streets. When it blew just wrong, of course, the farms managed to be perfectly upwind, but such were the risks. It was situated on the coast of the Great Crystal Lake, a veritable sea full of water so fair it sparkled like an enormous, polished sapphire when the sun found a good angle. In years past, several traveling poets had said of Clearwater, “it was exactly the sort of town an epic tale would begin in, only to have an unfortunate encounter with a dragon to start things off.”

And, well, they weren’t exactly wrong. But neither were they right.

The morning sun fell on the town, and in particular an old barn kept apart from the rest of the farmed plots of land. The front of the building was missing, and for several reasons, never replaced. One such reason poked her red, scaly head out into the outside air, with the rest of her soon to follow. Dorakathen Azurakluzzelenark Nur Zulauknagh, or “Bright Penny,” looked around, noted that someone had dug up her latest attempt at planting a sheep again, and gave her wings a nice, big stretch and flap. A soft groan from within the barn caught her attention, so she turned around to face the slowly-rousing woman within.

“Oh, Gwendolyn, did I wake you? I guess it is kinda early, still.”

The young woman sat up and waved her off. “No, no,” she said, “I’m used to being up with the sun. Do dragons usually sleep later?”

“Well... I do. My mother would always head out before the sun rose, said something about making sure she’s back before humans usually tried to steal from her.” The dragoness drew in and let out a big breath, taking care to keep the fire out of it, this time. “I never knew what she meant by that. You guys are pretty friendly, and with how often the ones around her lair seemed to gift her their old, claw-marked armors, I can’t imagine any human trying to take something from her lair.”

Gwendolyn thought for a few seconds on that, opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it, and instead asked, “so, Dork, how long is this happening, again?”

Bright Penny’s mouth curled into a smile. “Oh, the kidnapping? Just a week, same as how Mom would do it.”

“The, uh, the same?” the human said, paling. While the young dragoness seemed friendly, if a bit misguided and, well, inexperienced, her mother, Bloodstained Ruby, was an entirely separate matter. If any tale of life under her claw managed to escape her grasp, it was always one of terror and bloodshed. Her lair was filled with glittering, shining treasures and adorned with colored glass as red as her scales, all gained through pillaging, extortion, or both. While nobody knew for sure, any fool would guess that, if a ransom wasn’t paid, the hostage would serve as the main course for her dinner. Gwendolyn’s mouth went dry as she looked at the cheerful dragoness with her sharp claws and sharper fangs. “How... how would Bloody Ruby...?”

The red dragon sat back on her haunches and put a paw to her chin. “Well, sometimes humans would visit her with a big pile of gold and stuff for her hoard - and now that I’ve seen how much you guys usually have on yourselves, they must’ve really liked her! - and she’d go get her kidnap-ee, and then the humans would all leave together and Mom would have a nice smile for a while. Um, and then other times, humans wouldn’t come, or they would but I guess they weren’t the ones the kidnapped human knew, because Mom would shoo them away, or claw them if they went crazy and tried to stab her. I always thought that was too strict, since her claws are half the length of their bodies while their swords were pretty small to her.”

Gwendolyn glanced around the barn, looking for an exit that the dragon would have trouble following her through. “And, what about the kidnapped human after a week of... no visitors?”

“Oh, she’d ask whether they’d like to leave or get eaten - I guess she didn’t really have patience for long-term visitors, especially seeing as how she kinda did technically kick me out of her lair eventually.” She furrowed her brow. “It was weird, though, humans could definitely go up and down that mountain, but they always seemed to get eaten. ...is that a human thing? Because I don’t think I’m up for it with you. I hope that’s not rude.”

The woman’s brain fizzled for a moment. “Um... okay, I’ll... we’ll talk later, but as long as leaving after a week is one of those options, I’m fine.”

“Of course!” The dragon nodded vigorously, then got to her feet again and made her way out of the barn before looking back. “I’m gonna go see around the town for a while. I know I don’t really have all the actual kidnapping stuff like a fancy dress for you and a pole to lean against, but I’m trying my hardest, so please don’t escape?”

Bright Penny took a few steps away, then froze, spun, and stuck her head back under the barn roof. “I mean, unless it’s an emergency, of course.”

Her fears momentarily assuaged, Gwendolyn let out a laugh. “Of course. Have fun, Dork, I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“Great! Okay, see you, Gwen!” Bright Penny trotted away - this time, without turning back - and wasn’t able to see Gwendolyn put her head in her hands, trying to process what the dragon had oh-so casually said about her mother. Instead, the dragoness hummed a wandering tune and let her feet carry her to a rather interesting-looking building.

As she approached, she was drawn to the beautiful stained-glass windows in each wall. One showed a sheaf of wheat, its opposite showed a few fish hanging by lines, and the third had a woman in a plain dress, holding a sickle in one hand and a net in the other. Bright Penny circled the building a couple of times, then took a seat in front of the fish one and stared at it, admiring the way the sun pierced through the glass, giving a strange sort of energy to the art. She moved her head back and forth, playing with her shadow on the glass.

After a few minutes, a man exited the door on the unadorned side, and peeked around the corner. “Uh, excuse me, dragon? You’re the one who’s been staying at Brown’s old barn, right?”

Bright Penny turned towards the voice, looked around for a couple of seconds, then smiled when she saw the face. “Yes, that’s me. I’m Dorakathen Azurakluzzelenark Nur Zulauknagh, nice to meet you.”

“Dora Kathen Ashoora... er, pardon me.”

“Oh! Sorry, I’m still not used to being around people who don’t speak Draconic. It means Bright Penny, but some helpful adventurers said I could be called Dork for short!”

The man looked unconvinced, but slowly stepped out from behind “cover.” He was dressed similar to many of the Clearwater residents Bright Penny had seen, though his body was less toned or worn, so she guessed he did something that didn’t require much heavy lifting. “Well, Dorakathe- uh, Dork, what brings you to our town’s temple?”

“I just thought, if I’m going to go about figuring out how to be a proper dragon, I should know more about the town I’ll be- what was that word Mom used? Not terrorizing, uh... monitoring?” She shook her head. “Anyway, I kinda got distracted, and seeing these really pretty jewels made me remember that a dragon should have a hoard, and I don’t. So, may I please have one of these?”

One helpful thing about outlandish requests is that they are superb at making one forget that the one who asked was a dragon. As a prime example, the man replied, “what? No, they’ve been part of this temple for generations,” before his brain finally caught up to the rest of her words, so he quickly added, “uh, t-terrorizing? Where does your mom do that?”

“I’m pretty good with my claws; I’m sure I could help patch up the hole,” the red dragon cheerfully replied, then caught herself. “Oh, you mean ‘part of’ as in ownership. That’s alright, then. Where can I get one, then? ...also, what’s your name? I don’t remember if you said.”

“Abraham, I’m sort of this place’s priest. I’m not sure where you’d get something that big or intricate - again, it’s been generations - but you could ask the smithy. I know he can do regular windows.” Abraham said, then took a step back. “Also, what was that thing about terrorizing?”

“Oh, yeah, my mom’s Bloodstained Ruby. I think she’s just dramatic with that, though; it’s hard to believe she causes terror, with how many presents people keep giving her. Kept. But she probably still gets them after kicking me out, too.” With a destination in mind, Bright Penny unfurled her wings and crouched, preparing to take off. “I’ll go check the smithy out, then. Thanks, Abe!”

The words “Bloodstained Ruby” and “mom” were still sinking into Abraham’s head while he watched her go. He fell back against the temple wall, breathing heavily, then ran inside to begin praying to more gods than usual.

A peaceful stroll down an empty street and one abandoned-and-therefore-free fish later, and Dork found herself at her destination. Luckily for her, a red, fire-breathing dragon was not enough to scare away the blacksmith, who insisted that he’d weathered a lot worse - and she agreed, seeing as she was going to be pretty good at dragon things and therefore easy to be worse than. Although initially dismayed that she had nothing to pay for glass with, her enthusiasm soon swayed him to teach her how to make some, herself.

“Look, I’m sure it’ll wear down eventually, and until then, having a solid boulder of glass IN the beach is a bit of a novelty,” he said, “but I must admit, that may have been the most effective way I’ve ever seen to teach someone to make sure molten glass should only exist in something that can hold it.”

Bright Penny nodded and tried again, breathing fire around a large, metal cup filled with sand. Once its contents got nice and soft, she carefully dumped it into a mold she’d carried from his workshop. It was slow to spread out, so she reached out...

“No! Don’t!” the blacksmith shouted in a panic. When she looked at him, worried, he remembered that she wasn’t just another foolish human apprentice, but rather a foolish dragon. Waving his hand, he said, “nah, you’re fine. I’d burn myself doing that, is all.”

As they waited for it to cool, the dragoness looked down at her shadow, then up to the sky. “Oh! I’ve been out awhile, I should head home soon, after a quick stop by the bakery for Gwendolyn.”

“Gwen? The baker’s daughter? Whatever for?” A tough old smith like him, he could see hanging out with a dragon. But Gwendolyn? She was closer to a proper lady - in her mannerisms, if not by her upbringing and hobbies - than near anyone else in the town. “Also, take yer glass. It’s still hot, so don’t go touching it to anything, but it oughta keep its shape, or near abouts. Wouldn’t use it for a window, but it’ll look fine.”

“Oh, I kidnapped her, so her dad’s helping me make sure she can eat right.” The dragoness lets out a rumbling laugh. “You should’ve seen her reaction to him cutting shapes into her sandwich.”

In his mind, the blacksmith went over the locations of several swords, spears, and other weaponry that might prove useful in a rescue. “Kidnapped, eh?”

“Well, I did ask her first. Then I made sure to carry her and fly away, so I’m pretty sure it still counts as a real dragon kidnapping.” Bright Penny picked up her glass in one scaly paw and looked at it. “By the way, how do I get it to be all colored like the temple has?”

The man put his weapon-finding thoughts on hold until after he talks to the baker. “Hm. Well, tell you what. I’m busy tomorrow, but come by the day after and I’ll show you.” Either way, that would give him time to organize a few good men if need be. “I’ll get the mold back, myself.”

“Okay! Thanks so much for the help. My hoard’s gonna be so pretty...” With a leap and flap of her wings, Bright Penny was airborne again, thoughts of stained-glass dragons in her mind.

#dragon #smaugust #smaugust 2021 #stained glass #writing #writers on tumblr #bright penny #adorkable #tg #dragons #text

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Zenith: Chapter 76-79

Chapter 76

Andi has a nice little poetic nightmare. It’s irrelevant. The next morning has the girls preparing for the ball, complete with dresses and makeup.

Some things to note include Lira saying that in Adhiran religion (which is global, I guess), one has to mourn for three days before “letting” the souls of the dead pass on into ... everything.

Andi tries to say that it’ll take time to heal from it all, but Lira is having none of it.

“It will take time to move past what happened on Adhira,” Andi started, but Lira held up a hand.

“My three days of mourning have passed. Lon’s and my aunt’s, too. Now we, and the others who lost loved ones during the attack, must give the lost spirits to the stars, to the trees, to the wind.”

Which basically means that she’s done feeling bad about the unexpected and brutal attack on her home planet, so that’s convenient. Well, if one of our main characters doesn’t care about her people getting senselessly murdered, then why should we?

She also lets us know that her aunt has fixed up the Marauder and brought it here, because of course. Lira wants to arrange for Lon to be transferred to the Marauder, and though she has a logical reason for it (taking him home personally), it’s only a setup so we know why he’s on there at the end of the book when Andi’s bleeding out and needs a universal donor.

Spoilers, I guess.

Andi’s mother, Glorya, intercepts Andi as she tries to leave her crew to their makeover montages, just so we can move into a scene where her mom is brushing her hair and babbling on about gossip and vapid high society stuff.

But Andi, of course, gets lost in a flashback that’s so amateurishly written it’s honestly embarrassing and only highlights Shinsay’s helpless reliance on flashbacks as a storytelling device.

Observe:

Her words faded away as memories took their place. Andi lost herself to them.

The whole flashback is written in italics for some inexplicable reason, even though it would’ve been fine as just regular text since we’re clearly told what’s happening now and what’s a memory.

Also, there’s one bit where the memory “fast-forwards” to a different one. Shinsay, this isn’t a fucking movie. This isn’t a screenplay. What the fuck are you DOING.

The flashback and the mother’s inane babbling are all there to illustrate how vapid and brainless Glorya is and how she only ever cared about her status and not about her kid. Glorya pretends that everything is back to the way it was but Andi curses her out for abandoning her when she needed them most and how “the way it was” was actually always shit.

I mean it’s fine. It’s all right. I see what they’re going for, it’s melodramatic as all fuck but it works for what they’re trying to do? I can see this as being a realistic way for an emotionally neglectful family to look like. I wish it was more nuanced and wasn’t just shoe-horned in here (Glorya doesn’t show up before or after this bit, this is the only time she’s ever present or even mentioned in this book in any meaningful capacity) for the sake of making Andi’s friends look better and for her to not have anything that anchors her to Arcardius, but like, I won’t say this isn’t realistic.

And then Shinsay can’t stop themselves and it’s back to silly time:

“Really, Androma...”

[...]

“That is not my name,” Andi whispered. She allowed the darkness to come up into her voice, the mask of shadow and steel to sweep across her face. “My name is the Bloody Baroness. And if you or Commander Racella ever so much as utter a single word toward me or my crew again, I will personally strip the skin from your body and wave it like a flag from my starship.”

Glorya let out a soft squeak. Andi snarled with all of her teeth.

Guys I can’t breathe this is too fucking funny. And not in a good “woo vindication!” sort of way, but in a “they really put this right after an emotional confrontation about parental emotional neglect/abuse huh?” way. They really thought this was ... badass? Revenge? Andi, sweetie, you’re, like, traumatized? Presumably? I can’t really tell. But maybe get some therapy?

Do Shinsay think this is somehow a win and that Andi’s threat means she’s fully released from the hurt and pain her parents have caused her through their neglect? It’s honestly written as if Andi just confronted her mother and her own hopes of coming back to her family in this one short scene, and then upon realizing her parents never loved her, she scares her mom a little and then is all smug and satisfied at the end.

That ain’t how it works, darlings.

Then the annoying Marketable Space Pet runs in and starts biting Glorya’s toes and she runs away shrieking like a defeated Disney villain.

Way to undercut your own drama, Shinsay.

The chapter ends with Andi thinking about how her crew is her True Family for the bajillionth time. Because we’re all idiots and Shinsay wants us to remember that.

Chapter 77

It’s the evening of the ball and Andi thinks about how she missed Bavista, which is apparently your generic coming-of-age ball held at Arcardius for every 16-year-old. I’m guessing it’s a yearly thing? The book never clarifies. Not sure why the fuck it’s here tbh.

Actually, it’s a pretty good demonstration of how the worldbuilding in this book is presented so here, have at thee:

She could still remember seeing the otherworldly dresses and suits float by her on the feeds as she watched the girls and boys glide into the A’Vianna House in the Glass Sector. They seemed light as air, full of pride, bursting at the seams with excitement. Once inside, they would be greeted by members of the Priest Guild, who would award each young person three items.

The first was a vial of water from the Northern Ocean, symbolizing strength. For growth, they accepted a single leaf from the oldest tree on Arcardius, known as The Mother, which was said to have been planted when the Ancients first arrived. Lastly, they were given a single floating pebble, no larger than a child’s fingernail, chiseled from the very gravarock where the Cortas estate was. It represented the wisdom of rising above.

Is this relevant to anything? Does this help you understand this world or its inhabitants? Does it tell you anything of the culture of Arcardius or its youth and what’s expected of them? No? It’s just a really generic list of things thrown together using Mystical Proper Nouns as glue? Weeell heeell.

Also what does “it represented the wisdom of rising above” mean? This is utterly generic and means fuck-all, that’s what.

Anyway, Andi’s admiring herself in the mirror. Her dress is very sexy, trust me, I can’t be bothered to include it so just imagine your favorite My Immortal outfit description. It does include sword holsters at the back, which are Andi’s favorite part, because she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no man. She never actually uses them or brings the swords to the ball so ... Idk what the point of this was.

We also get some shit about how Andi actually LOVES dresses and being pretty but she never admitted it to anyone. But don’t you worry, this badass space criminal LOVES all things girly, because that’s feminism! Can someone check in on Shinsay? I’m not sure they’re getting enough air with their heads so far up Sarah J Maas’ asshole.

Admitting to herself that she looked pretty was something Andi kept private. She didn’t want to give her crew the satisfaction of knowing her true thoughts about fashion. How even though she was a fierce, hardened criminal, she could still appreciate the joy of a beautiful, impractical ball gown.

Huh. And here I thought they were your family. That’s weird that you’d keep this information from them, especially considering all of them seemed pretty excited to be prettied up in the last chapter. I guess they’d really just haaate the idea of sharing this joy with their captain, huh? Why aren’t you admitting this to them, Andi?

You’re saying shit about how “even though” you’re a hardened criminal, you can “still” appreciate beautiful gowns, like those two are somehow contradictory. Are you, mayhaps, ashamed of having this traditionally girly interest? Hmm! Interesting. Why could that be, I wonder? Why would having traditionally feminine interests or even caring about one’s appearance be seen as something inherently shameful or embarrassing, as inherently contradictory to being fierce and “hardened?”

This is all just so *clenches fist* feminist.

Forreal though, somehow Shinsay managed to take their entire made up GALAXY and make it subtly and not-so-subtly sexist. Good job, morons. Really girlbossed that one, huh?

The only bit I like about this whole mess is this:

The dressmaker had also accented her gown with a sparkling necklace full of jewels that Andi didn’t plan on giving back.

This is the one and only space pirate-y thing Andi does -- sorry, considers doing -- in the whole book and honestly could’ve been used to build her character more, but it’s just a one-off joke here. Wasted.

Valen comes to fetch her and we get some subtle foreshadowing.

“Valen the Resurrected.”

He stopped to look at her, brows raised. “What?”

She shrugged. “It’s what the press is calling you in all the feeds.” Valen let out a deep chuckle.

[...]

“Something tells me things are about to change for the better,” he said. “I’m ready to see it all happen.”

Andi wondered what he would do now that he was home with a whole planet at his disposal.

He deserved to have some fun.

Is it bad that I’m rooting for Valen to destroy everything? And this isn’t my villain-fucker coming out, I just want this poor bastard to absolutely annihilate Andi and her gang of acolytes.

Chapter 78

Andi and Valen arrive at the ball. It’s all very pretty and space-y and aesthetic. There’s a bunch of aliens everywhere. Andi sees a woman with funky eyes and assumes it’s a body mod, because I guess she knows the genetic characteristics of every species by heart and can tell when something is real or not.

An old classmate of theirs comes up to talk to Valen and congratulate him on being alive, then Andi reminds him of who she is just to be a smug asshole and the guy fucks off in a panic. She’s just so cool and badass, you guys.

Then it’s time for Valen and Andi to dance, and of course General Cortas looks like he’s about to lose his marbles because these darn kids! >:(

The chapter ends on Andi noticing Dex pouting in the distance.

“Relax,” Andi whispered. “Let’s give them something to talk about.”

She flashed him a wicked grin as the music began.

And as Valen spun her into the first move of the dance, Andi saw Dex standing on the fringes of the crowd, an expression of longing clear on his face.

Chapter 79

This chapter is exactly 298 words of Dex moping around about how he’s actually not over Andi at all when he thought he’d done such a good job of repressing his feelings, and how he should be the one dancing with Andi instead of Valen. If you’re surprised, you’re clinically dead.

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kingofthehilltoday · 3 years

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King of the hill review s1e1 "Pilot"

(I'm gonna start watching koth and typing these out season by season, depending on my work schedule/metnal healt will depend on how often I put them out, with the occasional single episode ones like this one which I've already typed up so much for. A lot of people seemed to like just the Meer idea of this so im gonna finish this one and post it)

We're introduced to the main characters surrounding a truck with the hood up. The first lines of dialogue they have in the series is their iconique "yep" "yep" "yep" "mhm" followed by a short silence (aside from the alcohol consumption).

Bill is the one to break the silence and demonstrates his understanding of automobile engines.

He is followed by Dale who demonstrates himself as an idiot. "Ford stands for: Fix It Again Tony."

Boomhauer, who without subtitles i wouldn't have been able to understand, also demonstrates he understands automobiles.

Hank who does not have the courtesy of subtitles does not understand what Boomhauer says and brushes him off and instead dribbles on about George Bush in Japan? This establishes his conservativeness/dumbness (if there's that much of a difference between the two.)

Hank grabs more beer and Dale breaks off into asking about a new episode of Seinfeld dating the beginning of the show.

Boomhauer immediately starts squaking about it.

This episode of Koth aired January 12 1997, although it doesn't seem to take place in a winter month. Most likely a spring one. I want to say the episode that Boomhauer is talking about is The Wig Master (April 4, 1996) as it is an episode that features Kramer and Kramer is the subject of Boomhauers tangent.

Boomhauer ends his giggling with "Just a show about nothin." And the theme song begins to play. A good introduction into what King of the Hill is about, and so far a great way to start the show off.

Theme song ends and Hank enters Bobby's room, despite Bobby telling him he wouldn't like it Hank decides to listen to Bobby's music to find: he doesn't like it. Admittedly because it isn't music (which Hank claims to like new generation music) but because instead it's just a fart? Bobby for some reason just listens to farts.... I guess this does establish that the boy ain't right....

Hank leaves Bobby's room telling him to get ready for the game, which Bobby is clearly already dressed for?

Luanne shows she hasn't learned how to lock the bathroom door when Hank busts in to a fully toweled Luanne. He still avoids looking at her the entire time after the initial door opening. Luanne gives slight exposition by explaining her parents are currently fighting, giving her a reason to be in the Hill House.

Hank, Bobby, and Peggy pile into a car and head to the game. Peggy tells Bobby to do his best and Hank insists he should give it 110% instead of 100%. They then keep suggest 1% higher until Peggy says 13 is an unlucky number. The driving scene ends with Hank miffed saying "just give it 112%."

At the game Bobby shows his inability to play baseball and Hank shows how overzealous he is about getting Bobby to play. Bobby gets hit with a ball when he's not paying attention giving set up for future events within the episode.

Hank Hill stops at the Mega Lo Mart for WD-40. Its not that important that I mention the WD-40. I just like the way he says Dubya Dee Fordy.

Two gossips see Hank interact with Buckley (who doesn't seem to recognize Hank, let alone where he even is in the store) along with Bobby who has a black eye following close behind him.

As Hank gets more and more frustrated with Buckley, Bobby begins swinging a cardboard tube around like a baseball bat. The gossips see Hank with his temper and wonder if he gave Bobby the black eye (theyre voiced by Nancy and Peggy without changing the voices even a little bit). Bobby swings the bat a little too close to some cans and knocks them over prompting Hank to scream YOU'RE FIRED (???? who gave Hank the authority???) at Buckley when he tells Hank that he'll have to pay for the damages.

The two gossips' words spread around and eventually get to the erroneously named Arlen County Child Protective Services (I suppose Heimlich County hasn't been established yet). And we're introduced to Anthony Page whos proportions make him look like he's in the wrong cartoon.

We cut back to hank and friends and Dale goes on his rant about Glo-Bal warming. He says we'll grow oranges in Alaska. Hank calls him a giblet head and tells Dale he'll hold him personally responsible if Texas gets any hotter in the summer. His anger is further pushed by a thumping noise.

Which we see is Bobby playing ball in the house while watching TV. He accidentally smacks his mother in the face with it when she pauses to lament about a man on TV who had botched surgery.

Bobby is once again throwing the ball in the house, enter the social worker, and Hank fixing his truck. The sound distracts Dale from pointing the flashlight correctly which then causes Hank to screw up and the hood of his car to fall on him and Dale runs off instead.

"Hank is as gentle as a lamb," says Peggy followed by Hank barging in, grabbing the baseball and throwing it screaming, "STOP BOUNCING THAT BALL!" Note: the ball zoomed past Mr. Page and into the street making a glass shattering noise. What glass he could have shattered at that angle I'm not quite sure of.

After Tony insinuates the bruise on Peggy's head was caused by the same ball they told him hit Bobby in the eye, he asks if Bobby is their only child. Peggy manages to tell this random dude about Hank's narrow urethra and Hank gets loud.

Our Italian alien looking friend tells Hank "Loud is not Allowed." This sets Hank off on a rant about how he works for a living as opposed to writing down nonsense. This is the first mention of Hank's job selling Propane and Propane Accessories.

Hank's face turns visibly red as talks about his tax dollars going to fund... CPS? I understand that twig boy is very much not doing any actual investigation and is completely biased but... come on now Hank? Chuld protective services?? Anyways Hank asks for some B.C. Headache Powder and a glass of water. He then proceeds to yell at Anthony again and threatens him to get out before he gives HIM a black eye. Not the best choice of words there Hank. Also both of these rants are set to the National Anthem for some reason.

Our self proclaimed hero of this story then goes on to interview neighbors about Hank. Starting with Dale who is interrupted by Nancy leaving to get a headache treatment from John Redcorn. "You've been going to that healer for 12 years and you still get headaches every night." Imagine getting dicked down roughly 4380 days in a row.

After Nancy leaves it goes back to our city slicker asking if Hank has ever hit his child which Dale explains that Bobby is his pride and joy because of his Narrow Urethra. Very interesting world where Dale knows Hank has a narrow urethra but not that his own wife is cheating on him. Joseph is introduced and the paper white boy does a double take as he's the spitting image of John Redcorn.

Boomhauer has mistaken the defunct social worker as??? Someone whos there to do something about a barking dog? Once again if not for the subtitles I'd be lost on what he's saying but what the hell is he talking about. Our pencil pusher backs away slowly.

Bobby and Joseph are trying to get pebbles into the exhaust of the truck in the next scene, impressively they make a few shots. Joseph asks to reassure that Hank does not in fact hit him and Bobby confirms that Hank is all Bark and proceeds to mock the propane salesman. Joseph proceeds to try and while he's making fake threats in Hank's voice our Valiant Savior overhears and somehow mistakes his voice to actually be Hank's....

Cut to the actual Hank and he's found Luanne's panties. They're very cute pink ones. Peggy calls Luanne in to Hank's protests and she comes in crying and expositions about her mother attempting to stab her father with a fork then being sent to jail. She says her trailer was tipped over but does not elaborate as to how. Although she does say it will be on a TV show! Kind of wish theyd make an episode out of that alone.

Hank assures Luanne as best he can and lets her know she can stay with them until her mom comes home. Hank offers to let her use power tools to style a wig that was also damaged in the process of the trailer being flipped over. This immediately calms Ms. Platter.

A doorbell is heard and the Hills (minus Luanne) answer the door to find Our Holy King making his return to try to get our Poor Abused Child to come outside and go live with a family in North Arlen (not even gonna try to find somewhere in a different town??) Hank tries to offer him Luanne instead. The social worker makes an effort to try to get Bobby to come with him but Bobby clearly doesn't care or want to go. Hank chases him away and even hits his car, Ladybird making her first appearance running with him and barking at Anthony.

Mr. Page is confronted by his boss about not having found any actual abuse but recommending state custody. He called the entire neighborhood redneck city to a man with a strong country accent, bruh. The boss asks him if he talked to the little league coach, WHICH THE BOSS KNOWS BY NAME (Harvey) and our Los Angeles boy is sweatin fierce.

Cut back to Hank and Peggy with their ears covered they come outside to BOBBY WITH A STOP SIGN HE CUT DOWN USING A DRILL THAT HE'S HITTING WITH A HAMMER??? How did he get a Fucking Stop Sign??? Hank immediately yells at Bobby about this and Bobby calmly states back that Hank can't yell at him or the state will take him away. This frustrates Hank but he does his best not to outburst again after Bobby picks up the stop sign and runs away dragging it behind him.

Once inside the house Bobby answers a call from CPS, they inform him the case has been dropped and our boy from L.A. will be heading back home. He chooses not to tell his parents instead opting to tell them it was a wrong number. After this scene the stop sign is never seen again 😔.

Hank apparently makes bacon and mayo sandwiches. Hold the bacon grease. No wait he adds the bacon grease back. Luanne comes into the kitchen and demonstrates that she knows more about cars than any of the guys as she has fixed his truck's problem: a clogged fuel line.

We cut to Hank outside the garage asking Bobby to plug in a power tool in the garage, Robert (with Joseph in tow) agrees and does so but also grabs the opener and starts opening and closing the door on his father. Hank begins to yell again and Bobby reminds him that it isn't proper adult-child conversation. Hank settles down a bit and through gritted teeth asks Bobby to return it to factory setting of down and walks away. Joseph is very pleased by this.

We then see a montage of similar things happening in succession. Bobby knocking a fence down with a bat, dressing ladybird up and taking pics of her on his mower, and finally spraying Hank with a hose. As he does this the Anthony's ex boss comes over and knocks on the door.

We cut over to Bobby in his bed making sound effects. He is informed by Peggy that the man came over and told them the investigation was off. Bobby says he likes his father better this way he can "make him love me even when I screw up" and Peggy asks if he really thinks that.

Peggy is shown going into the bedroom (not really sure if this is their bedroom... there is a picture of cotton on the wall [pre shin loss] and it doesn't look like their bedroom in future episodes) and she insists Hank vocally tell Bobby that he loves him. Hank explains that he can't do that "you know how I was raised" followed by a flashback of a young Hank and a shinless Cotton telling Hank not to cry about his knee scrape.

Hank heads out to the porch to talk to Bobby who is sitting on lawn furniture. And Hank stumbles over words trying to explain to Bobby that he cares for him. Bobby doesn't understand and Hank makes some weird voice cracking sound. "You.... family." Hank then, after little bit more stumbling, manages to blurt out "ILoveYouNoMatterWhatYouDo." And then offers food.

Bobby asks if he's not a disappointment and Hank assures him that he's proud of him and cares for him. He then play fights with Bobby and the city boy sees it and proclaims he was right but is cut off by another passenger and says "never mind." And the episode fades to black. Cue theme song.

The quoted line at the end of the episode is blank. This episode predates that tradition apparently.

Okay so now for some more of my own thoughts

I joked around a lot but I do see where the social worker is coming from on some level. He believed he was investigating a case of abuse. He just wasn't very smart about it. He really should have talked to the coach immediately after hearing about the baseball incident. Or literally anyone that could have been at the game that day. That's all it would have taken and he would have still have had a job. But it's a good thing he doesn't anymore because his own negligence could have separated a family.

I won't claim they're the most functional family. But if the most Hank does (up until this point, not gonna count that awful smoking ep just yet) is simply yell at Bobby then they're a much better family than I had growing up. Does Hank need to work on his anger issues? From this episode alone I'd say a solid Yes. He was a dick to a store employee which is very much not a cool thing to do. There was some justification in being angry at Bobby, I mean the kid tortured him at the end there, but he should have sought a better release than the one he had.

Overall I'd say this is a really good episode to start the series on, it's entertaining and funny and properly builds up the world.

#king of the hill #koth #hank hill #dale gribble #bill dauterive #luanne platter #peggy hill #bobby hill #long post

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so are we just not going to address that Sue didn’t even TRY to save Carrie

like, this drives my anatomy-nerd self up the wall, so i’m going to evaluate a lot of the different Carrie: The Musical death scenes and see if they would actually be as fatal as they were shown to be and if Sue could have saved Carrie if she hadn’t been a bumbling idiot

(i’m not doing the movies because in 1976 she dies from the house collapsing, in 2002 she’s actually saved, and in 2013 Sue couldn’t really do anything with Carrie using her powers on her)

also i’m not saying any of this is completely accurate. i’m not a med student, i just did a lot of research and am in an anatomy class. i could be wrong BUT here’s my shot at it

Broadway Kids

okay, so, at first glance, this one looks like it could be very much fatal. you can see that Carrie gets stabbed near her spine, on the (if i did my directions correctly) left side, which is where the heart is located. HOWEVER, she is stabbed in the upper part of the back instead of the center, so it would have missed her heart.

in return, the uppermost part of the left trapezius would have sustained the most damage. the trapezius’ main function is to support the weight of the arm and control the movement of the scapulae, so a puncture wound would have most likely caused it to seize up in the reaction to the pain, resulting in the inability to lift the left arm above the shoulder. a stab to the upper part of the back would also most likely puncture the left dorsal scapular nerve, which provides motor innervation to muscles, allowing them to move the scapula.

additionally, underneath all that muscle and tissue, we come to the skeleton.

depending on exact location, Carrie most likely would have been hit around the second to fifth rib. these upper ribs are incredibly tough. to cause actual damage to the organs they protect, you would need to go between the ribs. however, you can see that Margaret stabs vertically, not horizontally, so the knife would not go in all the way. that bone is going to do its job and protect the lungs and heart by blocking it from entry. the most that could have happened is that maybe the tip got through and nicked one of the lungs, but not nearly enough to be fatal. damage would lie mainly in the flesh, muscle, and tissue.

for example:

i don’t think Carrie would be able to prop herself up on her arms like that. all her weight is going onto that injury and causing it to bleed even more, which could have been the thing that actually killed her, but not as quickly as it did.

and then we see here that she shifts all of her weight onto that injured side, which would only deepen her pain. though it is more realistic than her using the left arm to stop Margaret, as she most likely would have not been able to lift it with her injury.

BK Carrie should have survived, but dumbass Sue didn’t think to do ANYTHING, even though Carrie TELLS HER she’s hurt.

like the most she’s doing, MAYBE, is that with the way Carrie is positioned, Sue’s leg may be pressing against the wound, which would help stem the bleeding, but that’s a huge “maybe.”

but yeah, Carrie should have survived this wound.

Seattle!

it’s a little hard to see because it’s so dark, but Carrie is stabbed in the center of her back on what looks like the left side. furthermore, and what makes this version more lethal than BK, is that Margaret stabs Carrie horizontally, meaning the blade would have gone between the ribs and punctured her lung or maybe even her heart. but realistically, it would have been the lung, and this would result in something called a “sucking wound”, which is when holes are opened up in the wall of the lung and cause air to leak into the thoracic cavity instead of the lungs. despite this, they are actually rarely life-threatening. while there may be blood leaking into her lung, Carrie still has another lung to keep her breathing.

unfortunately, it’s most likely her reaction that made the stab so lethal.

i don’t know if it was done on purpose or completely on accident, but the way Carrie doesn’t scream is very much accurate to what it’s like to be stabbed. a lot of times, you aren’t going to feel the knife going in. that rush of adrenaline is going to completely numb your body for several moments. what she is going to feel, however, is her punctured lung beginning to fill with blood and her body grasping for air as breathing is reduced. this causes her to gasp, wheeze, and make strangled noises instead of an actual scream or anything verbal.

whether or not she would be able to prop herself up like that is debatable, as her trapezius was also stabbed and we’ve learned that that restricts arm movement, but it’s that panic that really does a number on her. her heart is going to start beating faster and faster, which is going to increase blood flow. so while her platelets are trying to form a clot over the wound to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible, the blood is just going to keep gushing out and disrupt that process. and to make things worse, she’s breathing very rapidly. that’s going to put a strain on the lung trying to make up for the loss of the other, while also straining that injured lung filling with blood. it’s also just harder to get air when you’re panicking, so she’s not getting nearly as much oxygen as she needs, especially when she direly needs it.

here we see a loss of limb control from the way she lies down, most likely from shock, but also potentially from the crushing pain of her lung collapsing on itself. because while a sucking wound isn’t as lethal as it may seem, panicking is going to increase that level of danger. shock will be actively working against her, but if she kept herself calm, she would be able to stay awake longer. but because she’s panicking, she’s not getting enough air to her brain, thus causing her to begin to lose control of her body.

another big “maybe” if she would be able to life the arm on the side she got stabbed in, but i’ll let it slide.

now, i think Carrie could have survived this wound, even with her panic. the thing that killed her? fucking Sue.

there’s so many things wrong about the way Sue reacted. i mean, they always react badly, but this one especially.

first of all, punctured lung. i know that Sue can’t tell that Carrie’s lung is damaged, but she should have guessed something was wrong with the way Carrie was breathing abnormally. like, the girl could barely even speak without sounding choked up.

and speaking of choking! one of her lungs is bleeding! laying her down is going to make it easier for her to inhale that blood and begin to choke. and just in general, she shouldn’t be laying down. maybe it’s more comfortable for her, but laying down is only going to decrease the room in her chest for her lungs to expand and get air. she should be sitting up.

but most of all, Sue should have APPLIED PRESSURE TO THE FUCKING WOUND. SHE SHOULD HAVE CALLED FOR HELP. she can’t expect the victim of the injury to do all that for her- she should be smart enough to know to stop the bleeding instead of just sitting there like a useless idiot.

you wanna know what i think? i don’t think Carrie died. not in that moment. i think she just passed out from the shock, but Sue thought she had died and left her there to suffocate, even though she could have been saved.

2012 Revival

really shitty quality because the boot sucks and Marin stabs FAST, but Carrie is stabbed in the lower back, close to her waist, on what i believe is her left side because it looks like the knife is pulled out from the area closest to the audience.

so, Carrie is going to get stabbed somewhere in the left latissimus dorsi, specifically in the middle-to-lower area if i’m correct, but it’s kinda hard to tell exactly in the video. the latissimus dorsi controls several different movements for the upper body and the arms, so being stabbed in that area will most likely cause those muscles to seize up in reaction. it’s probably going to be hard for Carrie to sit up, move her arms, and even potentially move her legs.

in terms of lethality, i think this may be the most fatal blow so far if i tracked the projection of the knife correctly because i’m pretty sure it went straight into where her kidney would be. and the kidneys are essentially blood sponges.

have you ever had a kidney stone before? women who have given birth and had kidney stones say that the stones hurt worse. the first time i had one, it put me on the floor, weeping like a little baby until my mom took me to the ER at one in the morning. they’re even worse than period cramps. so if these tiny, grain-of-sand-sized chunks can cause this much pain, imagine what a knife to the kidneys could do.

the kidneys are full of nerve endings and have a lot of blood flow throughout them. they are also highly sensitive to pain. if you’ve ever been punched in the kidney before, it feels like getting the wind knocked out of you, except it’s not your lungs, it’s your whole body. and if Carrie had been stabbed here, she’s not getting up from it. certainly not as easily as she does in the show.

a shot to the kidney is going to put Carrie into immediate shock. i don’t think she would be able to scream they was she does because a blow to such a sensitive place is going to wind her. the pain would completely render her stunned for several moments. nor do i think she would be able to crawl away as she also does in the show. she should have crumpled straight to the ground after taking the hit and her body probably would have seized up for a moment because of how much pain she would be in.

the way she sits up after killing Margaret isn’t very realistic, either. she wouldn’t be able to get up after taking a knife to her kidney- not that quickly. i don’t think she would have even been able to kill Margaret in the first place. the pain had to be excruciating.

even though Sue still should have called 911 and tried to stop the bleeding, really the only thing she could do for Carrie at that point was make her comfortable. Carrie was bleeding out. so i do think this stab was realistic in how fatal it was, they just need to teach Molly how to properly act with a punctured kidney.

Branching Out!

also hard to see because of the angling, but Carrie does grab at the wound

and it looks like she had been stabbed somewhere in the center of her middle back, close to her spine and sort of where her ribs end, which means it probably struck a kidney. but not only that- the average kitchen knife tends to be eight inches in length. so that’s eight inches down to the handle going into this girl’s back, not only piercing her kidney, but also potentially a part of her large intestines and even maybe her small intestines. the result would be extremely painful, so much so that it would probably send her into shock instantly, as it should have done for 2012. but instead she screams and crawls away, which would not have been possible with such a lethal wound. the more realistic thing would be for her to crumple to the floor and open her mouth to scream and cry, but not actually be able to make any noise.

once again, Sue should have done more to save her life, but the wound was really bad. Carrie was rapidly bleeding out. it was nice that Sue soothed her, but she could have at least TRIED. like, CARRIE is the only putting the pressure on the wound. Sue should be doing that, not the victim.

Off-West End

you can’t see the knife because Margaret actually slashes Carrie’s throat instead of stabbing her, but this actually has to be the most realistic version of Carrie’s death, even though you would think neck wounds would be complicated.

so, Carrie gets her throat slit. the simplest damage she’s going to sustain is injury to her platysma, which serves to produce different facial expressions such as surprise, sadness, and horror, and also helps open the mouth from where it’s attached to the mandible. this would most likely make it painful for her to speak.

even further than her platysma, there’s damage to her sternocleidomastoid, which connects the sternum and clavicle to the skull. this is the muscle that allows the head to turn and nod, so when that gets cut through, she’s going to have some problems turning her head, if she is even capable of doing so in the first place.

and then even deeper and more severe than that are all of the organs in her neck. the most at risk are her larynx and trachea. but most importantly are the two major vessels in her throat: the jugular and the cartoid.

upon getting her throat slashed, Carrie immediately begins to sputter and cough as her jugular was most likely cut through and her lungs begin to fill with blood. despite this, she would actually be able to still talk, as there are many stories of people talking even after they got their throat slashed.

props to them for the realism in making Carrie HOLD THE DAMN WOUND SHUT. when it comes to something that is bleeding or just spilling in general, especially a throat wound, your first instinct is to COVER IT UP and STOP THE FLOW.

even further: THEY HAVE SUE HOLD THE WOUND.

FINALLY.

not only is Sue’s hand over it, but Carrie’s is, too, meaning even more pressure on that wound. this is a good thing because not only will the jugular and cartoid bleed a ton, they will also spray blood like a high pressure hose. of course, this isn’t possible onstage, so i’ll let them slide, but MAJOR points on not having Sue be completely useless. she still should have called an ambulance, especially for a slit throat, but i can give her a pass because she is having to hold the wound shut and hold Carrie’s body up.

speaking of: that’s a good position she’s in. Carrie is slouched at an angle with her head downwards, meaning the blood will fall out of her mouth instead of going back in if she were to cough it up. lying her down or cradling her on her back with her head tipped up will only make it easier for her to choke.

as the scene goes on, we hear Carrie start to gasp and wheeze as she drowns in her blood. very realistic. that’s going to cause a panic, but she probably doesn’t have the energy or blood to even do that.

despite all of these injuries, i don’t think Carrie would have died from them if Sue had just done something more to help her.

here’s my running theory: Sue let Carrie die. she knew she could have done something, she just chose not to. there was a chance for Carrie to live, but she didn’t let that happen. perhaps out of revenge for the massacre? maybe Sue was darker than we all thought...

extreme tldr: Miss Gardener should have gone to Carrie’s house instead of Sue because she would have actually done something

#yes i KNOW this is a show about a girl with telekinesis #but that doesn't mean the wounds have to be depicted in inaccurate ways #i took this post way too far but i had Fun #carrie #carrie the musical #broadway kids carrie #seattle carrie #carrie 2012 #branching out carrie #off west end carrie #carrie white #sue snell #tw: wounds #tw: blood

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marshthat · 3 years

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I'm here for the 16-pages essay about Mace and Eeth :)

LMAO well you asked for that yourself hshsjhsjj *cracks knuckles*

It’s almoust 16 pages long in my google docs, I’m not kidding, so I’m gonna make a little intro and then hide the rest under the “keep reading” thing (also I’m going to shorten it a bit, but nothing significant will be left out, I promise)

Uhm so yes three things for the intro:

1. These takes are based mainly on my ship interpretation of the canon things, so yeah if you don’t want to see the ship material in them they can be easily disagreed with in terms of how correct I see the intentions of the characters behind their words and actions, but BUT you’re here for macekoth aren’t you? So for a macekoth shipper this is a list of totally canon endless happiness and we’ll go with that :)

2. LEGENDS CANON IS CANON (in my heart there is no decanonising of the EU, nooo, I pretend disney didn’t hurt me qwq)

3. I'm not a native speaker and my english is far from perfect so if you think I’m talking strange - yes I am, I’m sorry, but yeah, that’s how we’re rolling here.

And now - moving on to the essay. I will take random pieces of media one by one and explain why exactly I see Mace/Eeth there.

As I call this, “Fantastic MaceKoth hints and interactions, and where to find them”

Star Wars 13: Emissaries to Malastare, Part 1

So, what do we see here? Oooooh, the Concordance of Fealty. In general, the exchange of lightsabers is a very interesting phenomenon in the Jedi Order, and not only because no one remembered it existing before Macekoth decided to engage in one (because there are not known participants in the timeline BEFORE Mace and Eeth, while there are some AFTER) , but also because of its significance. The Concordance of Fealty is said to establish a “master-less learning relationship” between the two Jedi, i.e., a Force-bond that, if not superior, is equally as close and strong as the bond of a master and a padawan, which is said to be the closest bond possible in the Order.

As you see, this ritual required deep mutual trust from both its participants, and here's why: the exchange. of. the lightsabers. I will repeat it once more and even emphasise: THE EXCHANGE. OF. THE LIGHTSABERS.

As Anakin Skywalker said in “The Clone Wars” and Obi-Wan Kenobi said in the “Attack of the Clones”, a lightsaber is a Jedi's life, a thing that one should not part with under any circumstances. And what is the Concordance requiring? Exactly this. Giving away your lightsaber. A voluntary action of entrusting your saber, a product of your own hands, a part of yourself, to another sentient. This act of trust can have a very deep meaning, deep subtext to it, if you want it to.

I’m not saying the Concordance has a romantic subtext to it in general, no - but once again, I’m insisting that if someone wanted it to have a romantic subtext, he had the full freedom to pull a hecking legal jedi WEDDING under the cover story of this ritual. Why a wedding? Let’s dig a bit more in the comic page above. How it is depicted, such an exchange of the lightsabers looks suspiciously similar to the exchange of the wedding rings between the spouses. So making a guess that probably by engaging in the Concordance Mace and Eeth tried to pull off a legal wedding within the walls of the Temple in this disguised way seems like a fairly logical assumption. In addition, given that this ritual is stated to be very ancient and therefore long-forgotten, it is not surprising that a very bold plan like that in fact worked right in front of Yoda’s salad.

In addition, you should pay attention to the form in which these vows of the Concordance sound. Especially this "until one or both of us becomes One with the Force." line. Very very much like the real wedding vows that spouses say before the altar, huh?))) (For example, I’ll leave this link to the site with some sample wedding vows)

Besides, the fact that Mace had made actual EFFORT to find this Concordance ritual is so priceless by itself. However, here I tend to think that it was master T'ra Saa who suggested to Mace to search for the ritual and its details, and here are the reasons why. Master Saa: 1) was in the age of about a thousand of years by the time of TPM because of being a neti (i.e. realistically could be the only one in the Order left who could have remembered this Concordance of Fealty) 2) had her own experience of a romantic relationship, with master Tholme (i.e. she understood the issue of new feelings born between the two Jedi more than the most) 3) T'ra looked after Mace a lot when he was young, so she was literally his mother figure, and to whom can a poor confused with his romantic feelings jedi master go, if not to his tree mom? :З

Shatterpoint (novel) — M. Stover

Here I want to go back to what I said about “the lightsaber is part of the Jedi.” In Stover's novel, there is an episode where Mace looks at Depa Billaba's saber and speculates about whether she could have given it to Nick Rostu voluntarily.

Mace is mentioning the Concordance of Fealty in this novel too!

The curious thing is that Mace asks “Would she give away part of herself?" So, firstly, by this he is confirming that the Concordance implies exactly this act of mutual trust (what I talked about in the previous part), and secondly, he is hinting that since he did perform this ritual with Eeth Koth, it means that he, Mace Windu, willingly entrusted a part of himself to the hands of the zabrak. (and this is HIS interpretation of what the Concordance means to HIM) Isn't that an act of true love?)

Jedi Council: Acts of War, Part 3

Here is a peculiar moment in the comic - when the two groups of the Jedi join together in the final battle to confront the enemy yinchorri army, both Mace and Eeth separate each other's names from the rest of the group when talking about several fellow Jedi at once. And if Eeth can have a reason for this, because Mace was the leader of this whole mission in the first place, Mace himself still doesn’t have any rational reasons to underline exactly Eeth’s name (and in the background of the second frame you can see that the first one to run in the battlefield is also not Eeth, which excludes the possibility of identifying Koth as just running the first).

What I want to say by this is that they just subconsciously separate each other's names, because their first thoughts, of course, focus on their dear beloved, and only then they add “and others”. Also I want to say that consider that MASTER MACE WINDU, the man of the “less talking, more doing” standarts, in the middle of the battle actually FOUND some time to stop and ask how his dear Eeth is doing.

Republic 65: Show of Force, Part 1

In this comic there is not an interaction, but a hint, but even if it's not the most obvious and outstanding, it is still worth mentioning.

Mace returns T'ra her lightsaber, which she lost during the previous battle, and a curious dialogue happens between them.

Master Saa says that the saber is just a tool that one shouldn’t get attached to. And that Mace SHOULD know that. Personally, I see this here as a direct reference to the Concordance of Fealty (which by the time of this comic has been already completed ten years earlier), and as a confirmation that T'ra Saa knows about the nature of the relationship between master Windu and master Koth.

What I think Mace’s tree mom is saying between the lines here: “you shouldn't get attached to a lightsaber. You once owned Eeth Koth’s saber, Mace, so you understand that by "lightsaber" I mean Eeth Koth himself. And you remember that attachments are still forbidden in the Jedi Order, so be careful there with your little horned husband, son."

Given that the events of this comic take place during the Clone Wars, this means that there has already happened the battle on the Petranaki Arena on Geonosis, where Eeth’s LAAT/i exploded in front of Mace’s eyes. ( This thing blowing up in aotc is the LAAT/i on which were Eeth Koth, Sora Bulq and Tarados Gon )

And perhaps he did spend too much time near the zabrak’s bacta tank afterwards and it gave birth to some rumors or concerns - and that is what T'ra Saa hints at. (also, the timeline of this comic is listed as 21 bby, which does not exclude the possibility of also the battle of Korriban already happened, where Eeth nearly died again, and even the torture of Eeth in Grievous’s hands too, which only gives Mace more reasons to go over his usual reserved boundaries in his wish to comfort and protect his beloved)

Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones

A very interesting thing is in one of the deleted scenes of " Attack of the Clones”. And yes, another hint, but wait, some more interaction are coming later. And for now... I'm of course talking about this scene of the conversation between Mace Windu and Obi-Wan Kenobi before the latter's departure to Kamino. In this scene, Kenobi expresses his concern that Anakin has a strong attachment to the senator from Naboo, and this attachment may cause some troubles for him when serving his duty as a Jedi and as her guardian. And let’s try to think about the reaction of Windu himself to this statement and how we can interpretate it: 1) He is not surprised by the news on Anakin's attachment, and accepts it very calmly. 2) In this scene, it is actually Windu who calms down panicking Obi-Wan with the words "you must believe that he will make the right choice”, and not vice versa.

What can this mean?

This can mean that Mace is not only not at all shocked by Skywalker's forbidden attachment, but on the contrary, supports Anakin and gives him a chance to make the right choice. I mean, Mace doesn't judge Anakin, Mace sympathizes with the young man in love and he trusts him. It’s a fair assumption that Windu himself most likely has an experience of such a situation, to which he compares the Skywalker’s issue and makes his conclusion, isn’t it?

To sum up? In this scene, Windu may be probably recalling his own special bond with _someone_, and, drawing from it the conclusion that a Jedi CAN perfectly fulfil his duties even if he has romantic feelings, advises Obi-Wan to trust his padawan with this.

Grievous Intrigue — Star Wars: the Clone Wars 2x09

A small, but very a cute detail: in the episode when a hologram is shown to the Jedi Council, on which general Grievous tortures Eeth Koth and promises the zabrak jedi master "endless suffering” Mace Windu clenches his fists in the background.

And how much was said about the Jedi acceptance, the fortitude, the “letting go of emotions in the Force”… But what acceptance could be here when your small tender husband is being cruelly tortured with the electrostaff???

Before the holotransmition / / after the holotransmition

Star Wars: Zam Wesell

Here is a moment I spotted in this comics: when masters Rancisis and Koth both speak up during a Council meeting, Eeth is the first one Mace answers to. I know that this can seem a little bit weak as an argument but add to this THAT stare Koth gives Windu when applying for being the Alderaan guard.

Yes, exactly. THAT kind of stare right here ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ ° )

I mean, seriously, man, stop flirting with your Master of the Order husband right in the middle of the meeting! We know that on Alderaan they make one of the best sorts of wine in the whole galaxy, and you want to offer a date, but calm down a bit please, okay? You don’t want to get caught, right?)))

Star Wars: Episode I The Phantom Menace

No, well, but there is no excuse for the fact that in the background during the scene of the Council meeting before sending Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi to Naboo as an escort for queen Amidala, Eeth is sitting in exactly the same way in which you could see Windu sitting himself on some of the TPM photos. That's all, that’s like the final proof that Eeth is a stupid husband and in love with his partner. Because one of the forms of love language? Yes, the one with interest copying, when a person is copying the gestures, the stature and the movements of whom he’s interested in, u-hum.

Eeth really have no, NO excuse for that, I swear

Bonus: The seats on the High Council

As one very wise person on twitter had once said,

This person was referring to Plo Koon and Kit Fisto tho, but I tell you what, this also applies very much to Mace Windu and Eeth Koth. So here is Mace and Eeth on the Council staring at each other after a holotransmition!

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jamilelucato · 4 years

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Best Teacher, Part 2 || Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: y/N is a pureblood Slytherin best friends with Harry Potter, but not yet that close to the Weasleys until she’s invited to spend Christmas with them.

PART 1 || PART 3

A/N: This chapter is bigger than I expected, I don’t know why (?).

*gif below not mine

Playing quidditch with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry was one of the funniest things you had ever done.

Your teammate, George, was not very patient when it came to teaching you and helping you out with your mistakes, but Fred, on the other hand, was very considerate, explaining everything you could doubt. Although everyone, in general, put an extra effort on making you learn the game, at the end of the match you still had a lot of doubts.

"Ok, I guess quidditch can be fun," you said, returning Fred's old broom to him. He got it from your hand, touching you for a little longer than necessary, making your heart skip a beat.

"Can't believe you'd never tried it before" Ginny commented, smiling.

"I can. She couldn't get anything right" Ron disagreed to his sister, trying to diminish you. You couldn't understand why he wanted to be rude, but it didn't affect you as much as he probably expected. Quidditch was fun, but it would never be your goal to be the best at it.

"Not true, dear brother," said George, pulling his brother in a hug that looked more like a naked choke than anything else.

"y/N managed to be better than you if you ask my opinion" Fred observed, making you blush.

Ron rolled his eyes before getting out of his older brother "attack". "Your opinion doesn't count. You're completely biased."

You faced Ron, confused by what he had said. What did he want to mean with that?

Fred replied with "I beg your pardon?" at the same time George said: "Who would be by your side?".

You stared at the twins, running your eyes through them, undecided if you should or not suspect anything. Harry jogged to next to you, passing his arms around your neck, turning you to face the Weasleys' house at the same time Ginny tried to part her brothers.

Behind you, you could hear some weird noises, but every time you tried to face back, Harry pulled you tighter in his one-sided embrace.

"You were excellent at the field, y/N," he said, trying to smile.

"Thanks, Harry, but I was just lucky enough" you corrected him, getting shy.

"Nonsense" he stopped in front of the house door. "Don't let Ron's word hurt you. He isn't used to sharing his friends and family, that's all"

"I think he doesn't like me because I'm a Slytherin" you elaborated, escaping from Harry's embrace to walk inside.

"That can't be why. It'd be a ridiculous reason" Harry said, but you weren't able to define if he was defending his friend or just disagreeing with you.

Inside the Burrow, an amazing smell awaited. You couldn't put your finger in what kind of food it could be, but you bet it was gonna taste good.

"Come on in, kids. Lunch has been waiting for you" Molly Weasley's voice found its way to your ear.

You looked at Harry, only to smile with him. All that sport had made you both hungry. It didn't take more than a minute for the rest of the Weasley to find their way in, sitting at the same places they were in breakfast.

Fred smiled down at you since he was taller, which made you feel flustered, although you had no idea why. "Sorry about Ron," he said, truthfully.

"It's okay. He wouldn't be the first to hate me" you said, shrugging.

Fred faked being shocked. You wanted to laugh at his face, but then everybody on the table would look at you. " How can anyone hate you?"

"Right! I ask myself the same thing!" your reply almost made him laugh, but he held it in.

"Don't worry, we'll make him pay" he continued, breaking the funny facade, but keeping a smile on his lips. Fred looked mischievous and rather handsome with that expression, which made an electric current pass through your whole body. You had no idea what to expect from his promise.

"He is your brother" you pointed out, worried about what he and George could have planned.

"And he hurt you" added Fred, slightly raising an eyebrow just before his mom sat down and said we could serve yourselves. *** Wednesday arrived faster than you imagined it would. Fred and George had you up to a lot of tasks, but the funniest was, definitely, the pink hair dye in Ron's shampoo. He got super angry about it, mainly because the dye wouldn't come off. It was two days later — and a lot of washes, since his hair was always wet — but his hair was still pink.

The next one pranked was Mr Weasley, who had all his clothes turned into dresses, but he got so angry at the boys that they had to undo the spell right away.

The best part about partnering with the Twins was that nobody suspected you. Ginny would face you with half-closed eyes as if she thought you were part of all that, but she never confessed if she did suspect you.

The rest of the time, George and Fred tried to make sure you learned everything about quidditch, so you could try out for your team once you were back at Hogwarts.

"No way I'll try out for the Slytherin team. They are monsters!" you exclaimed, making the twins laugh.

It was a beautiful sunny morning, yet cold, but still rare at this time of the year, so it was a perfect day for a match of quidditch.

"That's only better! They can't hurt you, you are on their team!" Fred said, still laughing so hard you thought he'd be soon out of breath.

All that time spent with the twins, the midnight escapes, helped a lot with your friendship with them, but they were kind of dangerous when it came to your suppressed crush on Fred. Since he was always trying to make you giggle, you two were much more close. It made you glad the fact that he wanted to see you happy, but part of you was scared that it'd all be a far gone dream once you got back in your Slytherin uniform.

"Yeah, whatever, they'd never let me in. I don't think there's a position that I'm genuinely good at" you sighted, ducking your head. It wasn't a habit of yours to depreciate yourself — in fact, most of the time you even lied to make yourself look better — however, you couldn't lie about quidditch. You were just not that good, it was obvious, essentially if you compared you to that family of players.

"You think you are bad, but you're better than Ron and that's saying something," George said, gathering your broom. You couldn't help but smile at that compliment.

"You'd be an excellent keeper" Fred added, smirking, putting his left hand on your back cautiously. The gesture was so sweet that, because of the thick fabric of your black jumper, you almost couldn't feel his touch. You both walked side to side, leaving George behind to stow everything you used for the match.

"I'll consider" you gave in, breathing out heavily, causing him to smile.

"That's the spirit" he cheered.

His big brown eyes stared at yours like he was seeing you for the first time, and part of you believed it. After all, you two practically had never talked before, even more, you had never touched. That was all knew.

Knowing he was holding you that delicately just to bring you closer to him, even if it was for a more brotherlike touch than a romantic one, made butterflies come to live, butterflies you never knew lived inside you.

What you didn't know was that he was feeling the same.

Fred Weasley thought you were a rather odd witch, much like a hurricane. You were a firestorm in his eyes, you could make someone cry your name for days, and that always made him feel a bit scared of you.

Last year, he heard that one of his and his brother's pranks against the Slytherin common room affect y/N as well and he got terrified. He spent the day thinking about it, scared you'd prank him back. He couldn't sleep.

He had heard what you did to your fellow Slytherins when they set your notebook on fire and he only imagined you'd do worst with him and his twin since you were not even from the same houses.

Except you never did. You never punished them for their prank, much to Fred's surprise. When Snape ordered one of them to sit with you in Potions' class, he immediately volunteered, hoping to find out why you didn't confront him about his misbehaviour. But, when he finally faced you, so close he could see everything maximized on your continuance, he lost his bravery. He was too fascinated to even say a word.

Now that you were sleeping in his house, just a few steps away from him, he was losing his mind. No longer terrified, but excited. You were funny and had an incredible sense of humour and sensibility. He wanted to do everything with you around, he wanted to have your approval. When his jokes managed to make you laugh, he felt like it was Heaven on Earth.

He was scared, just as you, that by the end of the holiday, you'd ignore him, because he knew that, if you did, he would be forever miserable.

***

Percy Weasley arrived when it was almost dinner time, but he didn't seem exactly thrilled to be back home. Considering the face he made when he realised Harry Potter was in the room too, you'd say he wasn't thrilled with Harry either.

Molly was the one that made the introductions. "This is y/N y/L/N," she said, smiling tenderly. She pulled you closer to Percy, forcing you to give him your hand. He shook it firmly, looking straight deep into your eyes.

"y/L/N, I see" Percy mumbled, analysing you up and down. "I think I remember you from Hogwarts. Always angry at something."

"Hope you're the only one to remember me by that" you replied, letting his hand go, desperate to run from that conversation.

Percy wasn't all that older from you, only one more year if compared to the twins, but he sounded a lot older like he was trying to impose a sense of authority.

After settling down for dinner — you planned on sitting next to Fred again, but Percy took your seat, forcing you to sit next to him and Potter —, things got a little quieter but not that much as you'd wish for. Percy kept asking you random things that you only answered for pure politeness while Mrs Weasley tried to ask her son about his job and how he was handling everything.

By your seat, you could see the twins rolling their eyes every time Percy asked you some silliness about your school life and you had to restrain yourself from doing the same. Ginny, Harry and Ron wouldn't stop gossiping in a low tone, making you curious about what were they talking about.

The only good thing was the food, that was great.

After eating, everyone went to the living room, including you, but you waited for Percy to sit first, so you could sit as far away from him as you could without looking like you were running from him.

When you got in the living room, Potter, Percy and Ginny were sitting on the biggest of the couches, with Mr Weasley sitting in the only armchair available. The twins were sitting on the other couch left, smaller than the one where Harry was. George and Fred smiled at the sight of you, inviting you to sit in the middle of them, and even though the couch wouldn't be able to fit you comfortably (it limitedly fitted two), you thankfully accepted because you'd be away from Percy's weird questions.

George crawled aside, giving you a little space to sit, making you nervous since you'd have to be in constant touch with Fred. Although George couldn't take his eyes of off you and his twin, you and Fred were avoiding making eye contact at any cost, facing the fireplace like your lives depended on it.

"What's bloody wrong with you two?" George asked, suspicious. His right arm was up on the backrest, whereas Fred had his left arm up front, his hands falling in the middle of his legs.

Fred and you stared at George, trying to look as much surprised as you guys could. To be real, you had no idea why you guys started acting strange, it just happened. A corner of your mind had an answer for that, but you were avoiding it.

"What you mean?" you both retorted at the same time. Fred blushed when he noticed.

The younger twin puffed, not able to believe you were playing dumb. He crossed his legs, taking more space in the couch,leaving you to be more close to Fred, who was forced to raise his arm and place it up on the backrest, so he could provide you with more space. Thus, his hand almost ended at your shoulder, causing you to face him.

Wrong idea.

His brown eyes glanced at yours like something just clicked, and you couldn't tell if it was you or him. He was wearing the red sweater with his initial and it seemed a bit too small for him. He was probably taller than when his mom made it.

You listened to George giggle yet you didn't look at him to confirm if he was all that happy with your disgrace. Thankfully, Fred changed the subject.

"So... Percy, huh?" he whispered, making sure his older brother couldn't hear. Percy was very much concentrated in a conversation with his father about the Ministery, so he didn't even look at your direction. Harry and Ginny on the other hand, who seemed uncomfortable being so close, faced you guys at the sound of Percy's name.

Ron Weasley didn't stare at all, concentrated on the letter he was holding.

"Do you fancy him?" George asked, laughing too loud. You blushed at the question, not because he was right, but because you're scared Percy would look at you.

"Oh Merlin, no" you answered, revelling a disgusted face too quickly. Fred and Ginny laughed right away, which made Percy give a slight look at you all, but he turned back at his father like you were stupid. He was probably used to his brothers' jokes. "I mean, nothing against him, he is your brother..."

"No hard feelings," Ginny said, sniffing at the end of the sentence.

"He is a pain in the ass" George added, giggling. For such a unified family, they were easy to talk trash about each other.

"I don't get it... why was he... you know... so focused on me?" you asked, pausing a lot since you had no idea how to turn your doubt into a sentence.

Fred smiled. "You are a y/L/N".

"What's that suppose to mean?" you replied, confused by what your last name had to do with all the attention.

"You're rich" George answered. You looked at him, finding a very relaxed expression in his face like it didn't bother him the amount of money you had. "And a pureblood" Ginny continued, shaking her head. "That's like — real high status".

Ginny might have a point. You never had given much thought about your social position in the Wizarding World. You were rich, but since your whole family was rich as well — and most of your friends when growing up — you didn't consider what being a poor witch would be like. Of course, five days in the Burrow you'd started getting more sense of the things. Most of the Weasleys wore handmade and hand-me-down clothes, besides having to live in such a small house.

Back at your place, it was just you, mom and dad, but the house was so big, you could invite all the Weasleys — including Bill and Charlie — to spend a week there and they all would have one room of their own.

Notwithstanding your parents weren't big fans of holidays, they always gave you gifts at every celebration, sometimes without being needed. Paying close attention to how your life was being handled, you had it pretty easy if compared to the Weasleys.

You noticed they were all staring at you, expecting an answer of yours. You had no idea what to say, so you just shrugged. "I had never realised it".

Fred stared at you like you were a puppy asking to be petted, immediately letting his arm — the one up at the backrest — fall to your shoulders, his hand touching you carefully.

Ron finally realised he was in the middle of a living room filled with people, lifting his eyes from the paper he held. "Hermione wants to hear about you" he spoke, facing you.

"Oh. I'll write to her. Does she ask for anything else?"

"To know everything that's happening" he responded, focused on you. "You're not gonna tell her about my hair, are you?"

"Oh, she definitely is" Fred replied for you.

"She definitely should," George remarked, laughing alongside his twin.

***

"Dear Hermione..." you started writing, but it didn't seem right. Both yours and Ginny's wands were light up by Lumos, because you both were still up, even if it was probably already passed midnight. Ginny's room was cosy enough for you to have changed clothes to your nightgown, but you were avoiding doing so, even though Ginny was already with a short and a really old sweater.

She was reading a book, but she didn't want to keep on reading. "I'm gonna sleep, y/N" she warned you.

"Oh, ok. Do you want me to Nox?" you asked, trying to sympathize with your newest friend.

"No need. The light won't bother me," she replied, getting under the covers. "Hardly something does".

You giggled at her phrase, remembering the nights you scaped with the twins and she didn't even move. "Good dreams" you wished her, but she was already sleeping.

You kept trying to write. "Dear Hermione, Days here in the Burrow have been entertaining. Nothing that you couldn't have seen in school, to be fair. Although, maybe Ron's hair going pink is something he'd have tried to hide in school. He'll probably find a way to wash it out by the end of the week. Let's hope not. Haven't quite talked to Harry, though, which makes me wonder I should, after all, it was his idea for me to come. Ginny became a friend, but it's actually with the twins that I have been spending my time. They're really fun to be around — who could have wondered? — and they are very caring towards me since they're trying to teach me quidditch. they say I'm a fast learner, I suppose they mean it. That's all I have for now, but hey, keep me updated about you. How are things in the muggle world? Best regards, y/N y/L/N"

It seemed incomplete like you had more to tell her, but you hade no idea what was missing. Hermione and you weren't exactly best friends, so telling your deepest concerns seemed too much for such superficial friendship. You hoped after that letter, you two would become closer.

Ginny's window was right next to her bed, and you didn't want to wake her just so you could send your owl out there. So you headed downstairs, where you could send your letter with no trouble to anyone.

You tried to be as much quiet as you could, holding your wand and the letter closer to your chest, in case you could let them fall.

"y/N? What are you doing here?" a male voice asked in the gloom of the kitchen, making you jumpscare. You pointed your wand in the direction of the voice, hoping Lumos would be enough to show you to who the voice belonged.

The face showed one of the twins, and by the looks of the sweater, it was Fred. "Merlin, Fred, you scared me!" you exclaimed, trying to sound angry but still keep it in a lower tone.

"Sorry" he replied, ducking his head. In his hands, he held a cup, but you had no idea what could be inside.

"Hope you were not here planning something" you commented, getting closer to the window, asking for your owl who awaited for you outside.

"Nah. George is snoring and I couldn't sleep" he explained, making you giggle at the image of a snorting George that appeared in your mind.

Your owl left into the darkness outside, with your letter in its beak. You rapidly closed the window, because of the cold wind that was coming in, and stepped towards Fred, who was leaning on the sink counter.

"Hermione's letter?" he wondered out loud.

You were happy to reply, filling in the silence. "Yep. Faster she gets it, faster she stops looking for me".

He chuckled after your explanation. He then took a sip from his mug.

"What are you drinking?" you asked, still scared to let the silence dominate.

"Milk. Want some?" he offered, at the light of your wand.

"Is it in the fridge?" you were willing to take a little to drink before going back to bed.

"Uh, no" he answered, after a hesitation. "It ran out. But you can have mine".

You didn't know what to do. You wanted to drink milk, water wouldn't do the trick, still, you didn't want to take from his mug. Not because of disgust, but because he was drinking it himself.

"Come on, take it," he said, lending you the mug, smiling, inviting. "I don't want it anymore, it'd be a waste".

You sighed, accepting. When you reached for the drink, your hands touched for a split second but it was enough to wake your heart up.

He took his wand from the counter, enchanting Lumos, to get you more light. You took a sip from the mug, pleased to find the milk no longer too cold as it should have been when he got it out of the fridge.

"So... no pranks planned for tomorrow?" you asked, making conversation. He giggled, placing his wand back at the counter, while you leaned your back on the counter as well, staying right next to him.

"Not telling you that easy, y/N" he simply said.

"Won't you guys ask for my help anyways?" you pondered, finishing the drink on your hand, leaving it inside the sink.

"Yes, but until we ask, it's a surprise" he answered, smiling down at you.

You placed your wand right next to his, which made the lights merge into a brighter one. His face shifted because of the new angle of the lights, giving him a more mysterious look.

"Is it gonna be the biggest one yet?" you asked.

Fred looked down at you, moving a slightly away from the counter, so he could face you better.

"It's on Percy's, so... Yeah, I planned something big for him" he smirked. The proximity made you wanna duck.

"You did all the planning?"

"Don't look so startled. He did bug you all night" remarked Fred. You were surprised that he noticed how uncomfortable you were during dinner. It made you think how long had he been paying attention to you.

"He was just... curious" you hesitated, not because you needed to find your words, but because his closeness was making you nervous. A good nervous, but nervous nonetheless.

"I bet that git was curious!" he countered, louder than before.

Fred was agitated by the way his older brother treated you, but you didn't understand why would he. Maybe Percy could have been nicer, that's for sure, but if he wanted so badly to rise in the wizarding hierarchy, his reaction was not that much scandalous.

You positioned your hands over Fred's shoulders, one at each, in an attempt to calm him down. The sudden touch scared both of you — Fred wasn't expecting it and you weren't believing you took the initiative.

"Look, Freddie, you don't have to worry about me" you started but he didn't let you finish.

"I don't but I do, don't I?" he prattled, not making much sense but showing his deepest feeling just by saying an unreasonable phrase.

His brown eyes sparked meeting yours, so close now you could smell his breath. And then, you gave in.

The kiss started as a soft encounter of lips, both scared of what you were doing. It wasn't your first kiss, but it was your first kiss with Fred and you were terrified you had just ruined everything. A corner of your mind blamed you for starting the kiss, but you weren't completely sure of who started it.

Once the kiss got passioned — Fred pulled your body closer to his, holding you by the waist —, all of your concerns got lost. You only thought about how to bring him closer, and how to deeper the kiss.

You didn't know an eager for kisses lived inside of you, but she was pretty alive, wanting to groan every time Fred tightened his embrace and his hand seems to wonder every part of your back. You're not complaining though since you're pretty much doing the same, although you're more focused on his hair, so soft to the touch. When you ran your finger through his scalp, making little circles, he moans lowly, you almost can't hear it.

You had never been kissed like that before, he's practically making you lose your mind.

It takes him a while to finally loosen his arms around you, slowly pulling his lips away. You have your foreheads pressed together, both so out of breath that can't say a thing.

That pause didn't do you any good, 'cause you started wondering "what now?" You put one of your hands away from him, trying to catch you wand from the counter. When your fingers feel it, you know it's time to disappear.

He hasn't said a word and neither have you. Although you wanted to repeat the kiss, you knew you shouldn't.

He's staring at you, his eyes sparkling like stars in the middle of the night, makes you question if it's him with the Lumos spell, not the wand.

"Good night, Freddie," you say, before running away from him, too scared to look back.

"Good night, y/N" you hear from behind, even though you turn back, you're too far to see him.

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PART 3

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