#i'm not sure we'll ever talk again and i expect to be blocked eventually

[photogirl894]

"Mirrors in the Force"

Chapter 1

"Meditations"

A "Rebels" fanfic!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x fem OC (blasphemous, I know 😜)

A/N: Well, guys, it's here now! My newest Star Wars OC fic 😁 I'm not sure where this is gonna go yet, but here's at least the start of it! It'll also probably include events/references to events to the book "Star Wars: A New Dawn", which talks about Kanan's early life before joining the Rebellion. And this might lead into events from "Rebels" eventually as well, but we'll see 😊

In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy the beginning of this story 😊

Taglist: @dragonrider9905 , @scarlettrose9901 , @darthzero22 , @reader6898 , @moonstrider9904 , @techs-stitches , @ilikemymendarkandfictional

》 Chapter 2

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Explanation: A Padawan in the Jedi Temple spends time with her closest friend and learns some valuable lessons.

In the tranquil grounds of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, a young female Padawan sat in front of the Great Tree, deep in meditation. The light, calm breeze blew through her shoulder-length hair, making her feel even more at ease. She could feel the Force flowing through her like an ever-flowing river. When she mediated like this, the presence of the Force was ever more palpable, as if it was right beside her and she could reach out and touch it with her hand. It was in moments like these where she felt the most connected to the world around her. It was perhaps the best feeling ever.

However, there was then a slight disturbance in the Force coming from behind her. Someone had seemingly climbed the wall behind the Great Tree and was now nestled in the branches above, watching her...with ill intent.

The girl exhaled through her nose. She knew this would happen. She had been expecting this. Multiple times, this pursuer had gotten the jump on her and she hadn't been able to sense. Now, times had changed. She had become more attuned to the Force. This time would be different. She wouldn't fall victim to their attacks again.

Right then, she sensed their movements. Her pursuer had leapt from the tree and was coming down upon her. Then, there was the sound of a lightsaber activating.

Her violet eyes flashed open.

With swift, fluid movements, she rolled out of the way as her assailant landed, grabbed her own lightsaber off her belt and activated it just as they went to strike down. A beam of gold emerged from her hilt as it blocked the other blade that had tried to strike. Her determined gaze was met by a set of teal-blue eyes on the other side of their locked sabers.

"Not bad. You managed to block me this time," said the attacker. She pushed back against their saber and sent them staggering back a couple steps, but they started walking towards her, saying, "And here I thought I'd catch you off guard during your meditations."

With a twirl of her saber, she replied, "You should know better."

Then she jumped in for a blow, but they were quick to parry. The two of them carried on fighting, both of them seemingly equal in their combat abilities. The other fighter ran at her and swung at the girl's head, but she dodged by leaning backwards, letting it fly over her head, and then brought her lightsaber up and over her shoulder parallel to her back, catching the other saber mid-attack.

The other person grinned slyly. "You're getting better, Elli," they said.

She smirked. "I'm glad you think so. Though, stop calling me that." Then she spun her blade forward, pushing theirs away.

"But why? I like calling you that," they taunted her.

"Because that isn't my name," she replied.

They shrugged and said dismissively, "Yeah, but that fancy Naboo name is just a mouthful."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not that hard. I call you by your name."

"Mine's much easier."

"You brat!"

The girl raised her lightsaber and resumed fighting her opponent, who continued smirking at her in a way that showed they were trying to get under her skin, but she wouldn't let them. Their blades soon locked again, their faces close together.

"Plan on giving up yet?" she asked.

"Not a chance," they responded.

"Elaré!"

"Caleb!"

The two young Padawans heard their Masters call out their names and they immediately jumped apart from each other, deactivating their weapons.

Elaré Drenda, a young twelve year-old girl from Naboo, had joined the Jedi order at a very young age, as most Force-sensitive children did. Over the past couple of years during her training, she had developed a friendship with another Padawan. That Padawan was none other than Caleb Dume, a now fourteen year-old boy, who had also been the one she'd been fighting with. For several months now, he had been teasing her and managing to get the jump on her by catching her unawares, so she had been doing her best to become better attuned to the Force so she could beat him at his game.

Two women approached the Padawans. One, a human woman with tan skin, dark eye makeup, black hair done in braided ringlets that hung down down the back of her head and then two gems vertically placed between her eyes. The other was a Tholothian woman with dark skin that had blueish hues to it wearing a Tholothian headdress made of fleshy tendrils that fell to her shoulders. Both of them were dressed in the traditional flowy brown robes of the Jedi. They were Jedi Masters Depa Billaba and Adi Gallia.

As they came to the guilty-looking Padawans, Master Billaba scolded them in a still calm voice, "You two should know better than to spar on the grounds."

"And you shouldn't be fighting each other either," added Master Gallia.

"Aw, but it's more fun fighting her than those old remote Droids," whined Caleb.

"None of that, Caleb," said Billaba. "Now, run along, you two. Why don't you go to the library and further your planetary research?"

"An excellent idea," said Gallia.

Both Elaré and Caleb bowed to the two women as Elaré replied, "Yes, Masters. We'll make our way there now."

Then, with that, the two of them scurried away. The two lady Jedi watched their Padawans as they ran off towards the temple.

"I wonder about those two sometimes," stated Adi Gallia. "They are wise in their own rights, but together...they are reckless."

With a hum of agreement, Depa Billaba responded, "I know what you mean."

"Nevertheless, I still am glad for their friendship. Caleb has helped Elaré come out of her shell in recent years, for which I am grateful," said Gallia.

"Indeed, she is blossoming into a fine young woman," said Billaba. "Caleb is protective of her just as she is of him. They bring out the best and the worst in each other, as good friends should. They are growing into powerful Jedi. I pity those who will have to face them one day when they are Jedi Knights."

Gallia nodded. "As do I. If they continue like this, they shall be a force to be reckoned with someday."

Meanwhile, the two younglings made their way inside the temple and as they got inside, Elaré chided Caleb, elbowing him, "Way to go, Caleb. You got us in trouble."

"Like I knew our Masters would catch us," he replied. "Besides, it's not like you did anything to stop me."

"What and give up a chance to wipe the floor with you?" she asked back teasingly, nudging him with her shoulder.

Caleb stole a look at his friend. Elaré was unique in just about every way, from her physical appearance to her personality. She had shoulder-length hair that was pulled half back in a ponytail and a longer Padawan's braid laying on her left shoulder. However, her hair was pure white in color, which was highly unusual. She also had violet eyes, fair skin and wore more colorful clothes than most Jedi. Her layered shirts were light orange on top, then red with long sleeves underneath and she wore a short-sleeved robe of deep crimson overtop of them. In terms of her personality, she wasn't soft-spoken or necessarily nurturing like other female Jedi. She had been shy early on in life, but over the past few years since they'd met, she'd become much more playful, rowdy and on occasion, cocky.

Much like himself.

In response to her comment, he nudged her back, a little harder. She playfully shoved him again and he retaliated with a more powerful push, sending her staggering back into someone who was walking by them.

"Oh my! Careful there, my dear," said a familiar voice.

Elaré turned around and found herself looking up into the kind face of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Sorry, Master Kenobi," she said, embarrassed.

"No need for apologies," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Then he caught sight of Caleb behind her and said to him, "Young Caleb, I wanted to tell you I appreciated your insight on the Jedi beacon some time ago. You've given me a lot to think about."

Feeling a little put on the spot, Caleb simply said, "Uh...you're welcome, Master."

Obi-Wan gave them a warm smile. "Well, I'm afraid I must be on my way. Take care, young ones." With a wave of farewell, the Jedi Master turned and walked away.

Elaré looked at Caleb. "Yeah, what was that all about? What brought that on?" she asked.

A while back, the two of them had been in a lesson with Master Kenobi where he was teaching the class about the Jedi beacon on Coruscant that could recall the Jedi back to the temple in times of emergency. However, Caleb had brought up the question of if it could be used to send Jedi away if there was ever danger. It had been a strange question that no one had ever considered until Caleb brought it up. Elaré had been meaning to ask him why he posed that question, but he had been pulled away very quickly after that and it had just slipped her mind until now.

He shrugged. "I don't know. It was just a thought I had at the time and it seemed like a legitimate thing to ask about."

"You can be really strange sometimes, Caleb...but I like that about you," she told him.

"I can say the same about you, too, you know," he said back.

She smiled and then asked, "Which planets should we research this time? Yavin? Corellia? Raxus?"

His lips curled up in disgust. "Raxus? All we need to know about that place i"s that it's the center of the Separatist government. Who cares about the rest of it?"

"I guess you're right. We don't need to really learn about that," she commented. "Maybe we'll find some more interesting places to learn about."

"Race you there?" Caleb challenged her.

Elaré grinned back. "You're on!"

The two of them then sprinted off down the hallways of the Jedi Temple, making their way to the Jedi library.

Around a couple hours later in the Jedi Archives, Elaré found herself immersed in a holobook about a certain Outer Rim planet she'd never heard of, but found herself curious about. It was called Lothal. Even though that was probably not one of the planets she should be studying, there was something about this particular planet that just caught her attention. Caleb thought it was lame and stuck with a holotape about Mandalore.

Then Caleb heard his name being called by his Master, who informed him that they had been given a new mission. He put his holotape away and told Master Billaba he was coming.

Turning to Elaré, he said, "I gotta go, Elli. See you when I get back?"

Without even looking at him, she just replied, "Not if you keep calling me by that nickname."

"Ah, come on! What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"I just don't think it suits me," she said.

"I think it does," he responded. "Plus, I think you'd miss me if we stopped spending time with each other over that."

Then she chose to finally meet his gaze and grinned. "I mean, I think I'd do just fine...but you're right." Then she rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "You're lucky we're friends. All right, you can keep calling me 'Elli', but you're the only one who can."

Caleb chuckled. "Well, I feel special," he stated. "I'll see you when I get back, then." With that, he jogged off eagerly over to Master Billaba and the two of them departed the Archives.

"See you when you get back," she said quietly to herself.

Ever since the start of the Clone Wars, Caleb had gone off on missions a lot more with his Master to fight in the war. Since Elaré wasn't quite old enough yet, Master Gallia kept her in the temple to continue different parts of her training; though Adi Gallia, too, sometimes would have to be called away for missions as part of the Jedi Council and, depending on how long she'd be gone, she'd leave Elaré in the temporary care of other Masters or just to her own devices. Either way, Elaré managed.

Not too long after Caleb left, she decided she wanted to go back to her favorite spot to meditate, which was outside by the Great Tree; where she'd been earlier before Caleb decided to interrupt her meditations. In truth, if she wasn't expected anywhere for either training or a lesson of any kind, then she could usually be found by the Great Tree. The connection to the Force was strongest there and it was where she felt the most at peace. It was one thing to learn about the Force in lessons and such, but to be able to feel the Force so tangibly and come to know its existence for herself was a different experience entirely.

However, this time around, as she tried to meditate, she found herself more distracted than usual.

Distracted by thoughts of Caleb.

She always got nervous whenever he and Master Billaba left on missions. So many Jedi had already died in the war; so many that left the temple and never came back. Every time Caleb and his Master left, she feared they would be next. Each time, they came back, but what if the next mission was the one that would claim their lives? What if the next mission was the one that would take Caleb away from her? He was her friend; her closest friend and really, her only friend. If anything happened to him, especially now at such a young age, she would be devastated and lost.

"Your mind is clouded, my young Padawan."

Elaré gasped in alarm, broken out of her thoughts by the voice of Adi Gallia, who now stood in front of her. Her robe was gone and she was left in her simple Jedi clothes as she sat herself down cross-legged in front of the young girl.

"What troubles you?" Adi Gallia asked, concerned.

"It's nothing, Master," Elaré tried to lie.

Her Master raised an eyebrow and said back, "You cannot hide your feelings from me, child. Be mindful of your thoughts, for they can betray you. Now, I shall ask again: what troubles you?"

Elaré sighed and shook her head. She should've known better than to try to and lie to her Master.

"Is it about that Dume boy?" then asked Master Gallia.

Immediately, Elaré turned away, her cheeks turning hot. Master Gallia saw right through her. "I just...I worry for him when he goes on missions. We've already lost many Jedi in this war. I just don't want him to be one of them."

Adi Gallia hummed in understanding. "Your attachment to him is strong," she said.

Hearing the word "attachment" made Elaré almost feel a touch guilty. "Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments. He's just a friend, Master."

"Friendships are still attachments, too, Elaré, and those are encouraged," Master Gallia refuted. "However, it is how you handle those attachments that you must be careful of. If Caleb's time to become one with the Force is close--"

"It can't be!" Elaré interrupted her in a panic. "He's too young!"

Master Gallia kept going, "If his time comes during this war, then you must be ready to let him go."

The young Padawan shook her head again, her fear building. "No...I don't want him to die."

The Master reached out and placed a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. "Death is a part of life, child," she said. "To become one with the Force is something all Jedi strive for when our time in this world is over. Do not mourn those who have passed to the other side and do not already mourn those who are still part of the living. Fear of loss disconnects us from the Force...and puts us on the path to the Dark Side."

Those final words were what drove Master Gallia's point home with her Padawan learner. Elaré hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Master Gallia," she said in a low voice.

Removing her hand, Master Gallia went on to say, "As harsh as it may sound, you must learn to accept that reality now, young one. Death comes for all of us at some point in time, even more likely in times of war such as this. It will even come for me one day. You must train yourself to let go of those you will someday lose in life. Holding onto pain, sorrow and fear will only cloud your mind."

Elaré looked up at Adi Gallia and with a nod, she told her, "I'll try, Master."

Her Master smirked at her. "Now, now...what is it Master Yoda says?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows.

The girl chuckled lightly and recited the famous phrase of the eldest Jedi Master: "Do or do not. There is no try."

"Precisely," replied Gallia.

"Though, what does that even mean?" Elaré asked, confused. She'd heard the phrase multiple times from Yoda, Adi Gallia and even repeated by other peers, but it had never made much sense to her young mind.

Master Gallia snickered. "I too was puzzled by those words when I was your age," she commented. "Trying means there is still lingering doubt in your mind; that you don't truly believe you can achieve your goals. If you aim to do something instead of trying, then you are giving it your all with confidence, accepting that failure is still a possibility, but you will move forward steadfastly, nevertheless. Does that make more sense, Elaré?"

Elaré nodded. "I think so," she answered, though she still seemed a little perplexed.

"You will come to understand with time and training," her Master reassured her.

"I've come to understand a lot already, thanks to your teachings, Master Gallia," Elaré told her with a thankful smile. "I hope I still have many years to learn from you."

Adi Gallia smiled back. "As do I, my young Padawan," she replied. Then she straightened her back and spoke, "Now, you were meditating before I arrived. Or attempting to, at least."

Elaré gave her a playful scowl.

"Shall I join you?" the Jedi Master then asked.

"Yes, please!" Elaré excitedly responded.

Adi Gallia couldn't help but smile a little wider at the admiration she could see in the young girl's violet eyes. Her Padawan revered her highly, which she was flattered by, but it was also something that gave her cause for concern. Elaré admired her perhaps too much. She feared it would be greatly difficult when it came time for the girl to let her go, whether it would be due to death or just Elaré becoming a Jedi Knight and no longer needing a Master. She could sense great promise in this young girl and looked forward to seeing the great Jedi she would one day become. With that thought, Master Gallia closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the embrace of the Force.

There, in front of the Great Tree, Elaré and Master Adi Gallia meditated together, taking in the serenity of their surroundings and letting the Force clear their minds as well strengthen their bond as Master and Padawan.

However, in the not too distant future, Elaré would find that precious bond would soon be broken.

#star wars rebels #rebels kanan jarrus #kanan jarrus #kanan x oc fic #mirrors in the force fanfic

[aerodaltonimperial]

junglehook prompt: lost and found

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It's cold; really cold, the type of cold that Jack is so unused to he's never quite sure how to struggle through it. Even with the fleece coat he got specifically for winter shows in places much, much colder than L.A., he's shivering. He hates the biting chill in the air, but more than that, he hates how the loneliness of the past few months has wrapped around him like a permafrost.

He heads out the double doors and into the merciless night, and then he gets about three steps before he stops. Someone is sitting on one of the concrete barriers by the edge of the street, and Jack would know that figure anywhere. He glances back over his shoulder, but no one has followed him out. It's just the two of them, and the expanse of stars overhead and the still, cold air.

Nothing to lose, really. Jack sucks in a deep breath that stings, and then heads over to the cement block. Hook watches him settle in, a few inches away, but doesn't shift. Doesn't move, doesn't raise a fist. Just watches, eyes narrowed and shadowed by his sweatshirt hood.

Neither speaks for a very long time.

Finally, when it's obvious the cars will be awhile, Jack sighs. "I'm sorry."

It can't possibly cover all his sins, and honestly, he doesn't expect it to. But it's the least he can offer now with everything laid bare between them: Forbidden Door and the FTW and the ruins of the friendship they'd crafted together so enthusiastically.

"Me, too," Hook replies.

"I know you hate me now..."

Hook sniffs, wiping at his frost-pinked nose with his thumb. "I don't."

"...but I really miss you." Jack pauses. Then, adds, "You don't?"

"I did." Hook shrugs. "But I don't anymore. I think I finally get it."

"What do you mean you get it?"

Hook picks at nothing on his sweatpants. "You didn't want the belt from me. Not really."

Jack stares at him, at his profile and the sweep of his hair and the hard set to his brow. He stares, because Hook is right, and Jack just hadn't ever expected him to figure that out. He ought to run; a smarter man would, anyway.

Instead, Jack says, "How do you know that?"

"It took me awhile," Hook admits. "I was so fucking mad, couldn't figure out why you'd do that. Why you'd throw so much away. And then, I guess... I just started going over everything again, in pieces. And I figured it out."

Jack can't breathe. His throat has closed up. Hook sort of sighs, and then looks up. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he asks.

Jack shakes his head, tongue swollen.

"Did you think it was gonna ruin everything?" Hook asks.

"Wouldn't it have?" Jack whispers.

"No," Hook says, and it's so startlingly honest, so fucking genuine, that Jack’s eyes prick instinctively. He'd been so sure, so fucking sure. "Jack."

"Fuck," Jack mumbles, as his face goes hot and his lungs heave. "I... Hook, I..."

And Hook, who has never been one for words, cuts the rest of Jack’s babbling off with a kiss. It's soft and warm and simple, so fucking simple, like maybe it could have been this simple the whole time. Jack doesn't know how Hook can always do that: boil everything down to the barest components. Hook kisses him like maybe, somehow, they can move past all this bullshit Jack unceremoniously dumped at both their feet.

Jack's a lot warmer when Hook eventually pulls away.

"Okay?" Hook asks, voice low.

"Even now?" Jack whispers. "After everything?"

Hook smiles. "Yeah."

"I don't deserve this."

Hook laughs, loud and bright. "No shit. But I do. So..."

"Hook," Jack tries.

"Cars will be here soon."

Jack sinks down into his coat, the zipper pressing up against his mouth. "Together?"

"Obviously," Hook says. "I've been lonely as shit for months now. I think I deserve this."

"You're insane."

"Yeah, well." Hook shrugs, but he's still smiling. "At least I didn't create a huge feud and destroy my best friendship just to avoid talking about my feelings."

"Man, fuck off," Jack says, but he has to laugh.

"C'mon," Hook says. "When we get to the hotel, we'll put on something terrible with gunfire and make out like teenagers."

Jack ducks his head. "Okay."

#tag so you don't lose this shit

[yennasun]

Let's practice fighting! (if you're not already good at that lmao) How about a friendly sparring match? between uh.. let's say yellow and blue? can be dialogue heavy or have no dialogue at all, your choice [Request: Friendly sparring match, Yellow and Blue]

Sparring? Yeah I can do that!

For this one they're gonna be fistfighting instead of swordfighting cuz they don't wanna kill eachother lmaoo

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"C'mooon, we'll go light on eachother, how about that?" Yellow sent and irritated look from her book at the person who'd been begging her for a spar all damn day.

"Why do you keep bugging me about it?" She asked as her frustration mounted

"I tried asking everyone else and they're all busy, please yellow?"

Yellows translation: no one wants to wake up with a headache and bruises tomorrow.

After the thought passed through her mind she considered it some more, after all she and second were the only ones who could take blues raw power and keep going.

"...alright fine, it's not like you usually have this energy anyways. May as well make use of it." Blue feigned a sigh of exasperation

"I'll have you know they used to call me azure, the destroyer of beds!" Yellow chuckled

'I bet, and not for the reason I'm thinking!" She said as she poked blues belly

"Wow...rude" Blue said rubbing the area yellow poked.

All this banter had distracted from the fact that yellow knew this was most definitely NOT gonna be a light spar.

For one, blue was a hard-charging slugger who didn't know his own power. To make matters worse, yellows slick speedy style irritated even the crafty green on his best day.

It also didn't help that Yellow was usually the second on to make sparring a competition, right behind green.

They continued out of their house and walked down the wooden pathway that led through the woods and near a creek.

Once they got to the creek-side they began doing stretches to loosen themselves up, before blue took his phone out and set a timer for 5 minutes.

"Ready?" He asked

"Sure am." Blue set the timer and the two got to work.

Yellow got into her preferred southpaw stance and did her usual, working on peppering from long range as blue tried to close distance.

For the first minute, yellow bounced her right jab off of blues high-guard repeatedly, occasionally landing on his face.

Blue began working on timing the jab and slipping it to close distance but found yellow to be as quick-handed as ever, he had his work cut out for him.

Blue eventually gave into his frustration and made the mistake of charging in a straight line, hook line and sinker!

All yellow had to do was step her right foot outside of his and she had a perfect pathway to throw her left straight down the middle. It wasn't a hard punch but it'd definitely get his attention.

As they reset to long range blue composed himself and began working other strategies to get passed that damned jab.

From then on, when he felt a jab he expected another one to come after it. And it began to work, he began blocking and slipping the jabs that yellow threw.

He kept working this aggressive defense until blues alarm sounded the end of the 1st round.

The two smiled at eachother and sat down as they waited for the other to initiate the next round.

"You got faster." Blue complemented as they sat down.

"You too" Yellow replied

"I didn't even throw a punch though." He said confused

"I'm not talking about handspeed."

The 2 sat in silence until blue asked to start another round, yellow happily obliged.

Once he started the timer for the second round, the two once again got to work.

This time though, yellow was having a much harder time landing her rapid jabs and was forced to start putting punches together.

She let off a rapid combination of lefts and rights but in the midst of it, blue landed his first body shot.

It was a right hand that caught yellow in the side but this one was different, it still held blues concussion power but it was sharper and much faster.

After she registered the pain in her side she backed up and pieced blue up at long range once again, landing plenty of sharper punches to blues head.

Towards the end of the round, blue began using tactics he'd never used before.

He would subtly stick his head out to bait the jab, and then countered with his signature left to the body.

Yellow nearly keeled over once her stomach was hit but she trucked on and kept landing looping hooks at mid range to make blue give ground.

The alarm rang and it was clear to both that this was getting intense real quick, so both opted to spare the pleasantries and start the 3rd round immediately.

Yellow began to turn up the heat, landing tons of combinations while remaining defensive.

However blue continued using the techniques that brought him success in the last round, continuing to land hard to yellows midsection.

They reset at long range again, this time both had caught on to the others' new tactics and began analyzing one another.

Yellow remained the craftier of the two, clicking to to the left to make angles for her jab, before breaking rhythm and stepping out to lend the left.

But blue proved himself as well, instead of landing one punch at a time like he usually did he began landing combinations of his own.

This took yellow off guard as this wasn't a tactic she was used to, and he repeatedly caught her in the stomach before landing one to her face.

She stumbled back slightly, prompting blue to halt his advance.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

Yellow simply nodded and they went back at it.

But the alarm rang once again, both of them sat against a tree to regain their breath. They had been sparring for 15 minutes not after all.

"Where'd you learn to do that." Yellow was the first to break the silence.

"You...why?"

"It just took me by surprise is all, I'm used to being the only one throwing more than 2 punches, heh." Blue smiled that bright smile that never failed to make her heart flutter a bit.

"Sorry if I got you too bad, but props for staying up. I...didn't mean to hit you that hard." He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck

"No its okay, think of it as payback for me peppering you all day" blue laughed out loud at yellows comment.

They caught their breath and and began what would be the final round in their session.

"Wanna go all put for this one?" Blue was taken aback by yellow of all people offering to hard spar, but he wasn't about to say no.

"If you're down, then so am I"

The timer started and they got into position, Yellow began firing off more jabs that had much more snap in them as blue mixed headmovement in with his advanced, making for a deceptively hard target of himself.

Blue lunged with a left hook but yellow pulled back a snapped a right hook that caught blue clean.

Now it was his turn to stumble back, but before yellow could ask if he wad okay, he motioned for her to come at him.

It here where yellow learned why blue had wanted to spar so badly today; he'd learned some new defensive tricks to use while retreating.

Smooth as butter, he slipped many of yellows rapid-fire punches and rolled the ones he couldn't off his shoulder.

Once he composed himself, he began his attack once again.

He smothered yellows combos at close range and slipped in more of those tight, compact body shots.

And he threw alot of them too, aiming from all angles to keep yellow guessing.

Eventually yellow managed to back him off and the alarm sounded once again.

They looked at eachother for a bit and smiled.

"I think that's enough for today...I think the sun's starting to go down." Yellow looked over and the large shadow being casted by the horizon confirmed blues words.

"You're right...heh, it's really been that long. We should take a breather..."

They sat next to one another, overlooking the creek and blue placed his arm around yellow.

"That was fun, I liked that alot." Blue said softly

"All things considered...me too. I'm glad u let you talk me into this." Yellow said as she leaned into him.

"Sorry if I came off as ride earlier, I didn't think I'd enjoy it this much." Yellow said

"Don't worry about it. I was being annoying on purpose cuz I knew you'd Crack" blue said with a laugh

"Asshole." Despite her words, yellow couldn't help but laugh with him.

The two sat close, enjoying the others company along with the sound of the water in the creek and the soft breeze rustling the trees.

Before long, yellow had fallen asleep on blue.

"Hm, guess I did make you work pretty hard" he whispered half jokingly, but he was also beginning to feel fatigue claim him.

This is pretty comfy...maybe if i...just...

Before he could fight it, his eyes closed.

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That last bit can be seen as either platonic or romantic, which ever you prefer.

And in case there's any confusion my personal headcannon is that yellow and purple are left handed, red blue and green are right handed, and second and MT are ambidextrous.

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Sindria's Prophet #16

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~POV Sinbad~ Mori wasn't just a Prophet, she had immense knowledge of her own that was going to make Sindria untouchable. Sinbad was going to achieve his dream much sooner than he had ever imagined. Mori was special; intelligent, clever, capable, and she could read the waves of Fate. Was there any other woman as attractive? The unknown craving that had plagued him for the past week was placated. Delicious wine, beautiful women, delicious food -none of his normal pleasures had fulfilled whatever that feeling was, but for some reason this moment with the his Beautiful Prophet was. "And now you're *my* kind and generous King Sinbad, ... Right?" Mori's bashful confidence was always endearing, but hearing her call him 'my King' in person made something snap in him. They were in a corner and Mori is small; he could easily block view of her in case any of the magicians turned around. He wouldn't even have to lean that far to get a taste of her. "DO EITHER OF YOU Have an ounce of self awareness??” Ja'far popped the bubble that had formed around the two.

King Sinbad froze. Everyone in the room was watching them. Sinbad stood up straight. He shouldn't exactly continue his plans with an audience. He removed his hand from the window and crossed his arms. Yam was practically shaking the magician next to her. "I wasn't the only one to see it this time!” An older magician with a beard laughed and said something like 'to be young.' Another said something a long the lines of "So it's like that then." Ja'far was still grumbling about his King's behavior -he should know better by now, he promised he wouldn't, etc. but 1. Sinbad didn't do anything wrong, and 2. he said he knew what he was doing -he knew how to handle flirting with Mori; he never said anything about not flirting with her. "And you, Lady Prophet," Ja'far changed targets. 'Oh?' Sinbad didn't expect Mori to be reprimanded for his flirting -although, she did flirt back. Ja'far continued, "You said that you knew about Sin's habits so wouldn't fall for him or-" "AAAAAH" Yamuraiha yelled over the other General as she crossed the room as fast as she could, and clapped a hand over his mouth. She turned to the King and Prophet with wide eyes and a forced smile. "Your Majesty! Mori! Would you like to see the spell again with our new changes?!" She didn't let go of Ja'far. The group of magicians started supporting her suggestion with "Let us show you," "I'm sure we've got it this time," and reciting the changes to the formula. They were clearly trying to stop Ja'far from discouraging Mori. Sinbad had no idea why they suddenly decided to become his wingmen, but it was convenient for him since he planed to do more than flirt with her later. Mori walked up to the Generals, although she only addressed Yamuriaha. "Yes, please! Even if it's not perfect I'd like to see your progress!" She spoke with the same forced enthusiasm as Yam. Sinbad only got a glimpse before Mori's back was to him, but her face was definitely a brighter red than it had been a moment ago. She was getting better at flirting with him, but she couldn't hold her composure for long. The King laughed as the head magician practically body checked Ja'far out of her way and left him out of the group before they preformed the newly revised spell. This time it produced a mostly clear stone. It wasn't a high quality diamond, but they had done it. They would have to be careful with this though since it could lower the market value of whatever they make. As they figured out the specifics for every substance they needed, Sindria could become fully self sufficient -they would still deal in trade so as to not completely leave the rest of the world behind. It was amazing. His magicians were amazing for being able to figure this out in such a short time, and his Prophet was just as -if not even more- amazing for knowing all of this and being able to explain it to them. When the excitement around the magic spell died down they finally showed him the microscope. It was a prototype so they had to be gentle with it. Two pieces of glass with water squished between them were slid under and when Sinbad looked through the lenses he saw the strange small creatures that Mori had written about. Seeing them forced him to accept that what Mori wrote about 'germs' had to be true too -and those were even smaller than these things. Looking at those things squirming around and knowing they were everywhere made his skin crawl. The King stopped looking through the device. "They really are real." "Yup." Mori responded plainly. "And now that you all know and have proof. There's going to have to be a lot of changes. The way illnesses are handled is obvious, but there's going to have to be a lot more changes to how food and housing and things are handle to better maintain sanitary environments. I know a bunch of sanitation procedures so I can help there too." Ja'far was rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a logistical nightmare. Do you realize that we are going to have to fix all those things and get all Sindrians to understand without having it affect our production or

trade??" "It's not like we're doing this alone." Mori tried to comfort him. "We'll figure something out." The conversation moved to this new problem. His Beautiful Prophet really was something else. She had solutions to problems they didn't even know they had. Mori had a habit of using her hands whenever she talked -even more when she was excited. She was cute and deserved to know, but she was in the middle of helping his people so he would hold his tongue and just watch her. If Sinbad was honest, he had stopped listening to the conversation a while ago and was just looking for an opportunity to finally ask Mori -and Yam of course- if they would join him for dinner so he could get all of his Generals more aquatinted with her. Someone mentioned a specific scroll in one of the libraries. Before the whole group could drag Mori out of the room, King Sinbad raised a hand and got everyone's attention. "I know there's a lot to do, but I have some things to discuss with my Beautiful Prophet as well." Mori looked back at him. "What is it?” It seemed that nickname wasn't as affective as before -hopefully it was just the timing. "Is it something we can talk about here?” "I was thinking we could talk over dinner," Sinbad paused to see how she would respond to the implications. Mori's eyes widened and her shoulders tensed, and best of all that blush came back. "With all of my Generals, of course." Mori blushed harder realizing he was messing with her. Yam looked disappointed at first -his Generals cared way to much about him finding a wife- but then she looked content with being a part of the plan. "You might have met them, and know them from reading Fate but they still don't know you yet." He finished. Yam spoke first. "This is a great idea. Pisti was just telling me that she wanted to get to know Mori." Mori regained her composer. "I'd like to get to know everyone personally too, so I'm find with this." It was a roundabout way of saying 'yes.' Her blush was gone but she was still embarrassed. With that settled, Ja'far let Yam and Mori know when dinner would be ready. It was a little earlier than he normally ate but this would give them more time to mingle before they'd be completely out of sunlight. "Well then," the King turned to his Prophet, "since we have some time beforehand-" "OH no you don't!" Ja'far cut in. "You've already had a long enough break *and* you plan on ending early today? The least you can do is work your butt off until then." --- ~POV Mori~ The King was pushed out of the room by his right hand man. I had a mix of relief and longing watching him go. "You'll see his Majesty again soon." Yam had a sweet smile on her face, but I knew better than to trust it. All eyes were on me and they were no longer the eyes of academics; they were hungry for gossip. I was not ready to explain why shipping us was a bad idea. "So about that scroll you mentioned earlier..." I completely shifted conversation back to the eventual rebuilding effort and luckily one of them obliged me.

I was lead to one of the libraries and handed a few scrolls on the construction used in the country. I had read a little on ancient construction methods out of interest and some on modern methods since my uncle worked in the industry. I had a little bit of experience with construction when I worked at a community theater, but it wouldn't be anything the people here wouldn't know. That paired with these documents showing how magic was used in the process made what little I did know completely useless. 'Can't know everything I guess.' I turned my head up towards the ceiling. I wasn't sure how much time I had left and I decided to use it soaking up the ambience of the library. The smell of paper, the maze-esc layouts, the quiet feeling; it's like a gentle space separate from the rest of the world. The libraries of the Black Libra Tower also had huge windows to let in a ton of natural lighting. I was really going to enjoy working in this place. --- Yam and I ended up lost in conversation, so someone ended up being sent to bring us to the dinner. When we finally arrived and opened the doors to the dining hall my nose was filled with the smell of herbs and delicious food. This was my first meal that wasn't paired with bitter medicine. I might have been procrastinating subconsciously to avoid the medicine I was no longer taking. Everyone was already there chatting. The long table was covered with food, but I couldn't make out any of it from the door. King Sinbad was sitting at the head of the table at the other end of the room with a goblet in his hand. Yamuraiha started in ahead of me and called into the room. "I'm sorry we're so late! We were talking about magical proofs and," she rambled in her explanation. I heard a few comments of congrats for getting better and said "Thanks" reflexively more than consciously. As I got closer, I ignored the Generals at the table to look at the spread. There were a few different types of fish, meat of some kind, a bunch of vegetables, and bread. It brought tears to my eyes; It was so beautiful. The Imuchukk laughed at my obvious interest in the food. "What are you waiting for? There plenty for everyone." He was sitting closest to the door. I didn't look away from the food when I answered. "I'm small with a small stomach so I'm going to need to pace myself to be able to eat a little of everything. If I save the best for last like I normally do then I might not even get to eat it." That garnered laughs and comments. I ignored them; I was too busy weighing my options. As the guest of honor I was placed at the opposite end of the table from King Sinbad. Thank goodness, because I didn't think I could handle being super close to him all evening. Even with the direct line of sight, I had distance to protect me. Yam sat on the other side of Hina from me. Pisti was on my other side. Sharrkan was across from Yam. Spartos was between Yam and Ja'far. Drakon was across from Ja'far. And Masrur was between Drakon and Sharrkan.

I picked up my plate to get food. "Alright. I've decided to just grab my favorites. If I have room later then so be it!" I was used to being watched while I eat so their stares didn't bother me. I covered my plate in all of the types of fish and some vegetables. "I take it you like fish?" Sinbad asked while I was taking some of the fish that was on his end of the table. "It's my favorite!" I answered excitedly. I could tell as I placed the grilled fish on my plate that it was going to be heavenly. It was already flaking and letting the smell reach me faster. I couldn't wait to get back to my seat and took a bite of the fish. It melted in my mouth. I let out a squeak of approval as I grabbed another bite. After a moment Sinbad asked me another question. "What do you think of greasy foods?" It felt pointed. "I'll eat it if it's the only option, but I'm not a fan." The Generals made some comments that amounted to, "They have the same taste." I was too busy enjoying my food to think about what they were saying. Pisti asked me her own pointed question as I sat down. "Do you like alcohol?" They were comparing me to Sinbad. I suddenly remembered the Official Character Encyclopedia. According to it, Sinbad's favorite food was fish, his least favorite was greasy, and his favorite snacks were the types that paired well with alcohol. "I'm not a big drinker, but it's not like I dislike alcohol. I'm just allergic to sulfites." "Huh?" The group asked in unison. Time to explain one of my allergies again. "Sulfites are a very useful preservative so it was also added to a lot of foods back home including alcohol. All grape wines produce sulfites naturally. When I ingest about 2 shots of a drink that contains sulfites I will struggle to breathe for about an hour." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the goblet of wine I didn't realize was in front of me was grabbed by Hinahoho. They all looked panicked at each other like they had just dodged a bullet. In an attempt to relieve the tension, Sinbad asked Yam to catch everyone up on the meeting from earlier. Yam started ranting about the progress we had made with the alchemy magic. While they focused on reclaiming the mood, I focused on the delicious food. I tried a root vegetable on my plate. It was a little earthy with a subtle sweetness. The seasoning added to the sweet, but also had a little spice similar to cracked pepper. It had been streamed so it wasn't crunchy. I was asked to repeated what I told Sin and Ja'far earlier about the tech of home, Their questions had me explain more about my world and many of the things I had done: volunteer work to get scholarships, marketing for some networking organizations and some other companies, an assistant and teacher in out of school programs for 6 years while also working at a theater to pay for my own education. I only mentioned some of the places I had traveled to. I didn't even get to the things I did as hobbies or in working toward my dream of being a full time writer&artist. "I'm surprised by how much you say you've done." Drakon commented. I had heard similar before when talking about my past. "Is it really that shocking? Considering my age, I think it makes sense for me to have done a bit." It's more shocking that I was doing all that while getting so sick from my chronic illnesses that I would be fully bedridden and need a machine to breathe at least once a year until I turned 15. But I had also ate up inspiration porn as a child as a motivation to not let my body hold me back if I could. "Aren't we around the same age?" Yam asked me in response. I laughed. "Do I look 23 to you?" I've been mistaken for much younger than I actually was for as long as I could remember. It 1st became a problem when I turned 18 and got told I was clearly 12 with a fake ID when trying to buy an M rate game (Devil May Cry btw). "You're not?” ”Nope.” I rested my elbows on the table, interlocked my fingers, and I placed my chin on top with a smile, "But I'm curious how old you all think I am now." At 25 I was mistaken for a 14

year old. At least, a few months back someone thought I was legal (they guessed 19). Most realized I had to be older the more they talked to me, but their impressions never fully dissipated. As frustrating as it was, I found amusement in times like this by turning my age into a guessing game. Sharkkan had the face of someone fearing they had hit on someone too young. "You are at least 20, right?” They all suddenly looked worried. "I'm definitely older than 20." I answered. Pisti laughed. She was also short with a baby face; she knew my struggle. "Maybe she's older than Ja'far!” Of course she would make the closest guess. "There's no way she's older than me." Ja'far scoffed. "I am older than 25 though.” I could have teased him but I held my tongue since he already seemed annoyed with me. "How old are you then?” Hina asked. "I'm 29.” I smiled at everyone's surprise. I might only have surface levels similarities to Sinbad, but when you're a simp for a fictional character does that really matter? "I was born on April 7th so I should only be 5 days younger than King Sinbad since he was born on the 2nd. However, I don't know if there's a time dilation between my world and this one. The day we met was Oct 3rd for me back home. It wasn't the same date here, was it?" Sinbad is 29, Ja'far is 25, and Masrur is 20 during the Balbadd arc; their 2nd set of ages are 30, 26, and 21 respectfully. Ja'far's birthday is Aug 30th and Masrur's is Dec 27. Those 2nd ages listed can't be for right after the 6 month time skip because no matter how you calculate it the shortest distance between those 3 birthdays is 8 months. I was really interested in how the current arbiter of this world was going to figure this out. "It was Oct 3rd here too." "Oh. Well, that's convenient," was what I said while my thoughts were cursing the arbiter. 'That lazy son of a bitch synced the worlds so they wouldn't have to deal with a time dilation. I can feel it. Hold on... I arrived on Oct 3rd; the coup was 4 days later on the 7th. 6 months later would mean Sinbad arrives back in Sindria on my birthday. Did some 'real me' somewhere plan a b-day present for myself in some self-indulgent fanfiction??' ((Yes. Yes, I did UwU & I plan on making Mori panic then too.)) King Sinbad had that smile on his face that told me he was ready to flirt. "I didn't realize we were so close in age." No colors got in my way when he talked. That was good. I was desensitized again, and wouldn't have to deal with unnecessary distractions. I couldn't tease Ja'far, but I could tease his Majesty. "I know, right? It's amazing what the difference of 5 days can do for one's complexion." Sinbad froze and his expression went blank. Something that was probably wine sprayed across the table as Sharkkan had a spit take before erupting into laughter with Hinahoho and Pisti. "Oh my" Yam murmured with a hand over her mouth. Drakon , Spartos, and Ja'far stared at me in disbelief. Sinbad still wasn't responding... Maybe teasing him about his age was a bad idea. So far, unless it was something important I flirted with Sinbad since that was the best way to get on his good side; hearing something like this from me must have hurt a bit extra. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot just how sensitive he was about his age. I ended up flailing my hands from nerves, and to get his attention. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that when I know how self conscious you are." He flinched. "I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but you won't look any older than you do now 5 years from now..." "I uh.. Is that so?" Sinbad asked as he started to regain himself. "It is. You'll be just as-” "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" Ja'far cut in with a fierce look. He had been waiting for any mention of the future to bring this up. The King spoke with a gentle but stern tone. "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with

everyone after all." "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." I had been avoiding this conversation for long enough. There were things I still planned to keep secret, but I couldn't avoid having this conversation forever. And besides, I could feel in the waves that Ja'far wasn't going to let this night end unless I explained some of it. ((I have the next 3 chapters written but it's going to take me a bit to draw all of illustrations & comics. Also, good luck to all the students reading this. I know classes are starting up again. Be safe out there.))

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-PART 41

Harry was shook. It's like every good thing that had been happening came crashing down at once. And he couldn't even tell Louis. He'd understand. Of course he would, but he'd also get mad at his manager and he couldn't afford to see what would happen if Louis told his manager off.

How was he supposed to spend time with Louis and hide something this big? Louis would see right through him.

Harry checked the contract that was mailed to him. 2 month contact. Ends after the Oscars.

He had to manage everything for two months. He just didn't have a choice. He'd probably have to avoid Louis for the time being.

Tears welled up in his eyes at the mere thought of it. Harry had begun to feel like Louis was somewhat his family, and Louis came with the package of two adorable kids and a furry friend, who absolutely loved Harry. He couldn't do this alone. Harry really needed to see Louis, to hug him, to feel the assurance that no matter what, Louis wouldn't be mad. With a hard heart, he discarded that thought and at once set off for Niall's apartment- the only person he could turn to at this moment.

He crashed into Niall's apartment and over a tub of ice cream told him everything that had happened.

Niall was furious.

"How dare he? I could talk about his bitchy attitude on the radio and we'll see how THAT affects him."

"No Niall," Harry said between hiccups. He'd been crying for too long, "don't do anything. He told me not to tell anyone. And I suppose it'll be normal after 2 months."

"2 months Harry. You do realise that's long. 2 months brought you and Louis closer than ever and the same time could ruin things too."

"Don't say that," Harry whispered, breaking down again.

"I'm sorry Harry," Niall said, wrapping Harry in a comforting hug, "but you should talk to him-"

"I can't-"

"Then how do think you'll go on about this?"

"Perhaps I really need to cut down our interactions for a while."

"Not to be that person, but don't you think after yesterday, Louis will be expecting more of your presence?"

"I'll tell him I have work. I'll do anything. I don't want his career to come to harm because of me."

"I appreciate that Harry, but do you think you guys can talk it over?"

"No Ni, I just can't tell him about this."

"Okay okay," Niall continued in a soothing voice. "In that case I won't ask you anymore. Now let's bake something. It always gets your mind off things."

-

In the two days that followed, Louis actually got really busy at work, and Harry didn't have to make excuses for staying away. Although Louis did ask if Harry could come over and stay the night, but Harry excused himself saying that he was visiting his sister and so Louis didn't suspect a thing.

-

But on Wednesday, things changed a bit. Louis got off work in the evening and asked Harry if he wanted to grab pizza. Harry couldn't come up with a good excuse in time and truth be told, he didn't want to. He was already miserable and wanted to see Louis badly. Louis agreed to meet Harry at his house and when he finally reached Harry's door, he was surprised.

"What is all this?" Louis teased, "hoodie, beanie, sunglasses, mask, were going for pizza Harry, not to some mission as undercover agents."

"Oh I know, it's just, paps seem to get everywhere and I'm kinda tired, so-"

"Aw you poor thing, come here."

Louis spread his arms and Harry enveloped him in an instant, hugging Louis like his life depended on it. He didn't wanna let go, for the fear of not being able to do this again was eating him from inside.

Louis seemed to sense it.

"Everything okay Haz?" he asked, stroking Harry's curls. Harry's face was buried in Louis' neck and he hummed in response and Louis hugged him tighter.

After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally let go.

"Leave your car here. Let's walk."

Louis smiled but his brows furrowed the slightest. Harry seemed off.

They slowly walked down the lane to the pizza place 2 blocks away, their held hands swinging between them.

Louis tried to ask Harry if anything was bothering him, but Harry shoved it away, saying it's nothing and he was just tired.

For a moment Louis wondered if Harry regretted last night and was slowly distancing himself because of that. But that couldn't be right. Harry wouldn't be walking with him if he really did regret that.

Putting his worries aside, he tried to focus on the perfect weather and thought about staying back at Harry's place. Maybe some cuddles could make Harry feel better.

As they approached the destination, they suddenly heard some squeals. Looking to their right, they saw an excited bunch of people in the park next to the restaurant, running in their direction. They'd apparently spotted Harry over the fence and it surprised Louis how they'd managed to recognise him in this get up. Louis knew Harry was tired and tried to tug Harry inside quickly but to his surprise, Harry shook his hand free of Louis and stepped back. Louis was taken aback. If he could see Harry's eyes, he'd probably understand how apologetic Harry was, but those were hidden behind his shades.

"You go ahead, I'll come in a while."

Louis nodded and left, unable to give a proper reply, head clouded by a thousand thoughts.

Before disappearing inside the restaurant, Louis turned around once and saw Harry, mask off, talking to the fans and taking pictures, a smile plastered on his face.

He ordered a milkshake for him as he waited for Harry to join him.

As much as he tried not to think about what happened, it all kept coming back.

Why did Harry leave his hand like that? People already knew they were friends, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

Was Harry embarrassed of Louis?

Did he not want to be spotted with him?

Did Louis do something wrong?

Louis racked his brain to think of something he might have done that could upset Harry, but nothing came to mind.

The minutes were getting longer and Louis was growing impatient waiting for Harry.

His worst fears came to action when he got a call from Harry.

"Hey Lou," he panted, sounding exhausted.

"Harry, where are you? It's been almost thirty minutes, are they not leaving?"

"There's been a bit of problem, they weren't leaving, so I had to tell them that I'm heading back home. I didn't wanna crowd the restaurant. So I walked back towards home."

"Wha- are you kidding me?"

"I'm really sorry Lou, I'll make it up to you I promise. Please don't be mad."

Louis could feel Harry was lying, because the excuse was downright stupid.

Maybe his concerns were actually right. Maybe Harry was indeed avoiding him.

Louis cut the call with an abrupt "Yeah." He didn't know what to feel. Harry had left. Just like that. He was obviously upset at the fact that Harry was avoiding him, but he was more mad at himself. Why did he expect so much from Harry? Louis was clearly not Harry's type.

He tried to reason with himself, thinking that there surely must be a misunderstanding, something that was going on that Louis wasn't aware off. With the little hope he had left in him, he stood up and left for home. At least he's got Cliffy.

Harry, a sobbing mess, went straight to Niall's. He silently hoped Louis wouldn't be mad at him. He knew he'd upset Louis and that's the last thing he'd planned on doing but Harry didn't really have a control over things happening in his life anymore.

As if things could get any worse, even Niall wasn't home and his phone was out of reach. So Harry waited. It was an hour before Niall arrived and found Harry at his doorstep.

"Jesus, what happened?"

Harry burst into a sob upon seeing Niall and between hiccups and sobs managed to tell Niall everything.

"I told you to talk to him Harold. Avoiding him isn't a solution."

Niall let them inside and eventually stopped talking about it. Instead he made Harry a cup of hot chocolate and they both watched re-runs of How I Met Your Mother on the telly in silence.

Back in his apartment, Louis ate his dinner quietly and went to bed early. He didn't have a proper word to describe how he was feeling.

Last weekend had been so special. What changed.

He logged in to twitter from his burner account before going to sleep and the first post he saw, turned his emotions around pretty quickly.

Harry looked happy. Not uncomfortable, as he seemed with Louis. Maybe Louis was the problem.

For a brief second he wondered if he should talk to Zayn or Liam about it but then decided against it because Louis didn't like discussing problem of these type. If there was a misunderstanding, Harry and Louis would figure it out themselves.

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Lesson ☕

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She was always close to Erwin. She was in the corps longer than he was. From the beginning, he saw the strong bond that existed between her and the tall blonde. As he, too, became friends with Erwin after Farlan and Izabel died, he would necessarily spend time with her as well.

She was strong, really fucking strong. She never showed weakness, Erwin's perfect right hand. And it was obvious that they knew each other perfectly. They constantly accosted, joked and bitten. He could bet they were secretly dating.

And it irritated him terribly. Because he was starting to fucking care. Although he was the one who wanted to kill Smith, it was she who gave him comfort after the deaths of Church and Magnolia. It was she who helped him deal with the loss. It was because of her that he was who he was now.

And she never expected anything in return.

When he wanted to repay her one day for spending the whole night with him on the paper work that Eyebrows had commissioned him, despite the fact that she had the same amount in her office, she only smiled and said that the ideal payment for helping him would be if he would finally sleep.

It was eating him up inside.

That feeling for a woman who couldn't be his. l Why was he always so unlucky? Why did everyone whom he fell in love with, to whom he gave at least a bit of his already wounded heart, only took this piece and ran away with it irretrievably?

***

The woman was just finishing changing the bandage on his ankle. There was a slight nervousness on her face. But inside it was really a tumult. She wanted to really lock up young Ackermann in the dungeon for her lack of discipline. Because of her, the strongest soldier of mankind was unable to fight at such an important moment for them.

- Finished. - She announced and gave the man a slight smile and got to her feet. - Try not to step on that leg, do not exert yourself.  She added after a moment, wagging her finger at him like a mother who had just scolded her child for disobedience.

- Okay, where are you going now? - He asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice that she would stay with him to keep him company. Maybe they would have a tea together, which she loved almost as much as he did?

- I have to teach one of these brats a decent lesson. I'll come to you when I'm finished.  She replied and braided her hand through his black hair, combing it delicately. Then she left the man's office without a word.

What the hell lesson?

***

Woman was walking quickly towards the quarters where members of the one hundred and fourth training corps were imprisoned. She had to find Yeager. It was the only way to control Mikasa.

While walking down the corridor, I noticed blonde hair, bingo.

- Arlert!  - She called the boy quite loudly, which made him jump slightly in place, he was a bit fearful, but very intelligent. He turned to face her and saluted, after all she was one of the more important figures in the body. - Relax, you don't need to salute, do you know where Yeager is? - She asked the boy, and he relaxed a bit.

- Yes, I'm on my way to him. - He replied quickly.

- Okay, then drive, I need to talk to him.

- This is! - The boy began to head back down the corridor where he was going earlier, all the way neither of them said a word.  Despite the fact that the blond man had a lot of questions why the colonel l/n wants to talk to his friend.

When they finally reached their quarters, they saw a group of young cadets sitting at the table. They were quite loud, actually Kirstein and Yeager were arguing about a little bit as usual. The woman just sighed and shook her head disapprovingly.

- Silence!  - She screamed, and all conversations suddenly ceased, and the gazes of the cadets turned to her.  Almost all looks. - Stop arguing like kids, Yeager come to me, we need to talk. - She said and then turned on her heel, heading for the exit from the room without looking at the brunet, she knew that he would follow her.

When they got out into the fresh air, they walked a bit further away, she didn't want anyone listening to them, finally she looked at the boy and sighed.

- I have a request for you. - She said, and the brunet's eyes widened slightly.

- What is going on? - He asked a little stressed.

- As you well know, because of your friend Ackermann's incompetence, Captain Levi is unable to fight. You know very well that she has problems with discipline, if she goes on like this, someone will eventually get on his nerves and send her to resign. So I have a request, could I slash you a bit to make her obey? I know it's quite bizarre, but you are the only thing that affects her in any way. - The woman explained and waited for the boy's answer. She was pretty sure he would agree, after all, his friends were very important to him, but he also took great care of the corps command, fortunately for him.

- I agreed, I know what Mikasa is like and that she can be problematic. It's the same as in court, with the rest, you have nothing to worry about commander, I'll recover quickly. - The green eyed responded and smiled at her extremely broadly, he was really positive.

- Okay, go get her, and be in the courtyard in ten minutes. - She announced and headed towards the courtyard where she was going to conduct a lesson that young Ackermann would not forget for the rest of her life.

***

Two cadets came to the courtyard where the woman was waiting for them, she didn't even realize that Levi and Erwin were watching the whole situation closely from the window. May the two men not know you are up to the woman, and they were really curious about it, so they waited impatiently for the development of events.

Mikasa had a bored face as usual, she had no idea why the hell l/n had brought them there, but she didn't like it very much.

But Eren looked determined, he knew what awaited him, he knew it would not be pleasant, because he had heard more than once that the inconspicuous woman was considered the second, after captain kurduplu, the strongest soldier of humanity. But he was doing it for the sake of Mikasa.

- You are probably wondering why I brought you here, so. I want to finally make you realize how weak, not disciplined and too self-confident you are. Eren come over here. - She asked Yeager with a move of her hand to come closer to her, he took a deep breath and not worried about his friend's surprised look, he approached the woman. It swung and knocked him down with a right hook without much problem. The boy landed on the ground and got a kick in the face and another kick in the stomach. Mikasa jumped up to help the brunette, but / n stopped her with a move of her hand. - We'll go to a deal.  If you win a hand-to-hand fight with me, I'll let it go, if you don't, you will eventually obey orders, otherwise your friend will end up worse than you think and I will hand you over to my resignation. - The woman announced h/c and waited for the teenager's reaction.

She had a murder in her eyes, it was evident, the same gaze was directed at Levi when he abused Yeager in the courtroom. However, y/n didn't care, just threw her scout jacket off her shoulders. She rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt and smiled slyly at the black-haired girl.

She moved on her without thinking, made the first blow, but the woman avoided it without any problems and then cut her legs, and she fell to the ground. However, she got up quickly and delivered more blows, some of them were blocked by / n, and the other part was avoided. This fight was fun for her, she did everything to irritate the girl as much as possible.

She made another dodge and then delivered an accurate blow to the younger's liver. She hit it. She crumpled slightly under the impact, which the older one obviously used and knocked her to the ground once again. She kicked her one last time, another time in the liver, and the girl didn't have the strength to get up. She lost.

L/n knelt beside her, ignoring Yeager's surprised and fascinated gaze, and snorted slightly disappointed.

- From now on, you must obey. Go to the infirmary, I still have a business with your friend. - She announced and helped the girl to get up. Surprisingly, she accepted her help and, with her head bowed, moved towards the hospital, as ordered by the commander. - Thanks for your help, Eren, I hope I'm not hitting you too much. - Y/n laughed slightly, and the boy echoed her.

- I'm all right Commander, I'll regenerate. I think Mikasa will take this failure hard. But I didn't think you were so amazing! - He said a bit excited which amused the woman a bit.

- Thank you, years of practice, you too, go to the infirmary, I have a few things to do, thank you again for your cooperation. - She replied, gave him a grateful smile and lightly tousled his dark hair as it left. The boy, under the influence of her delicate touch, blushed slightly, but fortunately for him she was not able to see it. He turned in the direction she was headed, and for a moment he stared at the graceful movement of her hips.

***

Erwin was amused by the whole situation, and Levia was very surprised. However, he could not disagree with l/n that young Ackermann was a mere brat who had no discipline.

And at the same time he was delighted with the way y/n moved. Damn what that woman was doing with him. I think she needs to make Erwin realize that if he ever hurts her, nothing can save him from him.

- She was really angry when she found out you were hurt by some girl. She was worried.  - The blonde who was sitting on the couch in the black-haired's office finally said smiling mysteriously.

He knew.

Of course he knew about the feelings the shorter man felt for a woman. What's more, he knew perfectly well that she reciprocated them, but she didn't want to impose herself on him. She knew his story, and as a person who came from Pozdziemy just like Levi, she knew that he had a hard time. Nobody has it easy there.

Back-haired man gave him a surprised look, could it be another of his games? Was he trying to provoke him to say how he felt about HIS woman, so that he could punish him for it? It was very blonde. A fucking Eyebrows.

- What do you mean, Erwin? - He asked irritated and gave his friend an unfavorable look.

- That you both are idiots. You have feelings for each other, but you won't show it, goddamn it, me and Hanji have been trying to get you together for over three years, and you guys like those stubborn donkeys you go for a long time. - Confessed the general, and the lower one gasped. But how? He and fucked up four-eyes are trying to bind them together? And they also think that y/n has something for him too? It sounded so unreal in his head.

Erwin snorted at the sight of his puzzled face, suddenly realizing why the black-haired man did not make any movement towards the h/c-haired woman.

- Did you think me and y/n had something in common?  - He asked him, and he only nodded his head slightly, but not looking up at him. - We are just friends, together we belonged to the training corps, hence our strong bond, we treat each other like siblings. There was only one time we went further, but that was before we put you in the Corps, plus we were both drunk. - He explained, and the black-haired one just nodded his head as a sign that he understood. Goddamn it, all he had to do was talk to her and everything would be so much simpler.

Suddenly, the door from the brunet's office opened, and y/n just entered. Both men fell silent, and the shorter of them shifted uneasily in his chair. The h/c-haired woman looked at them a bit surprised, but was the first to break the silence in the room.

- From the fact that you are here both of you guess that you watched the whole show? - She laughed and then sat on the couch next to Erwin and tousled his perfectly styled hair.  The latter huffed at her something incomprehensible and lightly brushed her hand away.

- Yes, it was quite enjoyable to watch, and from your smug expression I conclude that you achieved your goal? - The blonde answered seeing that his friend is a bit anxious.

- That's right, there should be no more problems with Ackermann. - She said and smiled victoriously at which the man next to her only smiled slightly and got up from the couch heading to the exit, then left without a word, leaving the two of them alone. - How are you? - The woman's voice woke the black-haired man from his trance, blinked his eyes quickly and finally looked at l/n staring at him.

- Fine. - He replied casually wondering what he should do. His heart was beating as fast as it was about to burst from his chest, and that didn't help at all. - I would like to talk. - He added after a moment.

- Okay, so what would you like to talk about Levi? - She asked and then got up from the couch and walked towards the man. After a while she sat down with one thigh on his desk staring at him as if she knew perfectly well how it affects him. She was so damn perfect, and the straps of the gear for the ODM maneuver didn't help him contain his body's excitement.

He sighed heavily and looked away from her, feeling that he would be able to come just from looking at her, and yet they must have had a fairly serious conversation. He knew that if he didn't tell her now, he would never.

- I want to tell you something. I would have told you this a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that I'm an asshole. I..I ..- It was the first time in his life that he had stuttered, he felt so bloody insecure and the erection in his pants was not helping him focus.

- I love you too, Levi. - Y/n finished for him and with a smile she joined their lips in a long kiss.

- Ugh.. - That kiss wasn't even very erotic, but knowing that it could only be his in the end increased the tension in his body.

L/n broke the kiss and looked into her lover's eyes, into those cobbled eyes she adored so much. Then out of the corner of her eye she noticed what problem her partner is struggling with, she smiled slyly and then got up from his desk and extended her hand to him. Levi looked at her slightly confused but grabbed her small, delicate hand in his, large and rough.

Once again their lips joined in a kiss, this one because it is much more erotic, hot. After a moment, the man realized that the woman was leading him carefully to his bedroom. So she wanted it too, wanted him too.

- I think it's time for you to take a lesson too. She whispered straight into his ear, and a strong thrill of excitement ran down his path. He intended to use this lesson in depth and enroll in another one.

#aot smut #attack on titan #captain levi #eren #eren yeager #erwin smith #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi #levi smut #levi ackerman #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi heichou #shingeki no kyoujin levi #historia reiss

[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Chapter 30:~Time After Time~ FINALE

Summary: The nights alone have become colder and colder, and not just because of the weather.

Warnings: Angst in the beginning.

Read it on my Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2596

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86 @peachlobotomy666

A/N: This is it. The final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone that has liked, reblogged, or simply read any and every chapter of this fic. It's the first fanfiction I've completed in almost 5 years, but it's the first I've ever made public on Tumblr. It may be a while until I get back into writing completely, as I've decided to ship some of my creative focus towards drawing. I'm not very good at it, but I aspire to improve. Will I show my work at all? Maybe, if there's really a demand for it (though I doubt it lmao). I may post some Oneshots here or there. We'll see.

Until then, thank you for reading.

After you'd return home, Tom would start calling you at least twice a day for the next couple weeks. You didn't have the heart to block his number, but you certainly weren't going to pick up and talk to him. You couldn't believe what had happened at that event. You couldn't believe you allowed it to happen. You were always against public sex, but you couldn't help yourself around him. It's like he had you under a spell that forced you to need him. To desire him.

That's why you needed to stay far away from him. It doesn't matter that he loves you. He hurt you, in ways you can't even explain. In ways you don't want to explain. You just wanted to forget that night. Forget your feelings.

Forget him.

Though even after a month of locking yourself into your work, you still received his calls. You kept hearing about the play he was in and how great he was doing, even though the public had finally found out that you were no longer together. You couldn't help but check up on him and his play. While it hurt to hear his name, you were proud of him. You were proud of all he had already accomplished. You wish you could just talk to him and hear him boast about it. You were so excited to talk to him more about it before the big fight. It ate away at your heart that you couldn't hear him ramble about it. Hear the excited tone in his voice. You didn't want to stay mad at him, especially after the last thing he said to you...

Did he mean it? Did he...love you? Really love you? In truth, you were tired of being angry. You just wanted a chance to talk, but everytime he'd call you, you'd freeze up. You wouldn't, or couldn't answer.

That night, you really couldn't get to sleep, and you couldn't put on a happy smile for a stream. All you could really do is lay in bed with your phone beside you, quietly thinking to yourself.

You heard your phone begin to ring, looking at the Caller ID. You recognized the number. It was Tom.

You felt your heart flutter a little. You've been thinking about him all day, and you had wondered if these calls were ever going to stop. Did you even want them to stop?

Before the ringing would stop, you picked up the phone and answered it, holding it up to your ear. You heard nothing. Not even breathing.

"...Hello?..." You whispered, already feeling your emotions flare up. "...Tom?.."

"...You picked up.." You heard him speak, his tone sounding a little shaky. Had he been crying?

"Y-Yeah, I know..." You smirked slightly, sitting up some. "I-I guess I had to, eventually.."

"You...haven't picked up at all...f-for weeks.." Tom whispered. "I-I've just...been calling to hear your voicemail."

That hit you rather harder than you expected it to, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You didn't want to get emotional again, but it was hard not to. He sounded sad.

"H...How's the play been?.." You asked, giving a shaky smile.

"Good.." You heard a half laugh from Tom. "I-It's been...fun. I...wish you could see it."

You frowned a little, closing your eyes to let some tears slowly fall down your cheeks.

"...Me too.." You admitted, giving a shaky breath. "I...I'm...tired of being angry. I want to talk.."

Tom let out another sigh, taking a minute to find the right words before speaking up again.

"...I was wrong to get angry at you.." Tom spoke, his voice a little shaky again. "I shouldn't of said the things I said, and I should've let you speak for yourself instead of barging out of that house and leaving you with all that paperwork. I regret it. I regret it all. I regret everything I did to you to make you upset, (Y/N).."

You frowned deeply, the hand holding the phone becoming a little shaky. You believed him, but part of you still hurt. He really did break your heart.

You sniffled somewhat, knowing he heard it. "D-Did you mean it?.." You finally managed to ask, your body shivering a little.

"I didn't mean to make you upset.." Tom spoke, though he was a little confused with what you meant.

"I-I mean...at the show.." You let out a shaky breath. "W-When you said you loved me...did you mean it? Or--Or was is just from the heat of the moment?.."

"...I meant it." Tom admitted, giving a slight sad chuckle. "I absolutely mean it. I love you.."

You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering up again. You placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat increase.

"...I love you too, Tom.." You spoke, holding back a slight sob.

You heard Tom give a shaky chuckle. You could practically see his big smile in your head. You missed that smile dearly. You wished you could see it again.

"S-So.." Tom calmed himself, clearing his throat a bit. "Wh-What now? Will you take me back?"

You smiled a little. "D-Do you think this would work? A long distance sort of thing?.." You asked.

"If I could fly you down here to be with me, I would.." Tom admitted. "But this play has me incredibly busy. I hardly have time to walk Bobby in the morning.."

"And I barely have the assets and time to actually start a moving process.." You frowned slightly. "Moving to another country, as much as I want it, would be ridiculously hard on my own."

You and Tom both went quiet for a moment, both of you really thinking about this. Neither of you had the time to help you get to him, but neither of you wanted to be apart for months. Who knows what else may come up during Tom's play? He could end up being gone until Christmas or something. You wanted to see him.

"I'm sure I'll think of something.." Tom finally spoke, smiling a little. "I promise. I'll find a way to you.."

"Don't start throwing money around to get to me.." You chuckled a bit, making him laugh as well. "As much as I miss you, I can wait for as long as you need me to."

"I'm not sure I can.." Tom admitted, letting out a slight sigh. "I'd love to catch

up with you on everything, but it's nearly 3 in the morning and I need to get some sleep.." Ah, you had forgotten about the Timezone differences. He's all the way up in London now, after all.

"I promised to call you before the play. I promise.."

"Okay.." You smiled warmly. "I-I love you, Tom.."

"And I love you, (Y/N). Truly.." He spoke in a warm tone. It made your chest feel all warm.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight.."

He hung up first after that.

You set your phone down, feeling your heartbeat once more as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You forgave him and admitted that you loved him, but would you really be okay having to wait months and months to see him again? You just wanted to be in his arms again and feel his lips on yours. You were scared of how long you'd potentially have to wait.

Despite that, you were able to get some nice rest. You dreamed of the day you'd get to lay in his arms.

And it would come sooner than you thought.

Another month went by, and you had gotten yourself on to a talk show to talk about your rising fame and upcoming movie. You had never been on one before, so you made sure to doll yourself up a little bit and wear a nice dress. It would be weird going up there on your own, but you had heard and seen from other interviews that the talk show host man was really nice. After fixing yourself up in the mirror, you saw the show start. The talk show host introduced you to the audience before calling you on stage. You smiled brightly as you climbed the stairs and went on stage, seeing all of the people from the audience begin to cheer. All of those people made a permanent bright smile appear on your face. You waved at everyone with a soft chuckle before sitting down on the soft sofa, shaking the show hosts hand as everyone quieted down.

"So nice to have someone new for a change!" The host spoke with a chuckle.

"It feels amazing to be here.." You admitted with a bright smile, crossing your legs.

"So, you've got your first movie coming out, eh? Got yourself quite the co-star, I hear.." They began, leaning forward a bit on their desk. "How was that?"

You chuckled again. People had learned that you and Tom were back together, so you've never stopped hearing about him.

"Yeah. We actually had to live together by that little outdoor set.." You admitted. "I messed up with renting one of the houses, so he let me stay with him."

"And that's how you fell in love, yeah?" The host grinned, being interrupted by the audience clapping for a moment before they'd quiet down. That was so surreal to see.

"I always hear about flings happening between costars on set.." You admitted. "But...my time with him was much more than that. He's treated me better than most, that's for sure."

"You haven't seen him since the beginning of the year, yes?" The host asked. "Has that been hard for you?"

You smiled sadly, placing a hand on your chest some. "It's not impossible, but it's been hard. I'm not upset about it, though. We've both become incredibly busy rather quickly. He's got his play, which I hear is amazing, and I've been streaming practically 7 times a week now that I've had the time again."

"Well, it's good to know you're staying optimistic." The host replied.

"Yeah.." you nodded a bit. "It's been...a little harder these last couple days, though. We call each other multiple days a week."

"Do you have a song you like to listen to?" The host asked, smirking some. "One that reminds you of him?"

You took a moment to really think about that. The question brought you back to the time you and Tom went to the grocery store and Time After Time came on the radio in the car, and when he kissed you in front of everyone in that clothing shop, the same song played. You had downloaded the song on to your phone after that day. You didn't realize how important it was to you until now. Tom even had it on his phone, last time you checked.

"Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time', maybe?.." You admitted with a shy chuckle. "It's played a couple times during my days with Tom. I downloaded it after people found out we were together because it was playing in that clothing store when he kissed me."

"Awe, that's sounds perfect.." The host smiled brightly, one of his hands moving under the desk. "You think Tom would give the same answer?" They asked.

"I mean, he's into the older styles of music.." You chuckled, a little confused. "I could call him and ask him later.."

You were too focused on the show host to hear footsteps come upstairs on to the stage, though the surprise was ruined by the sudden erupting screams and applause from the audience.

You turned around just in time for the host to start playing that song over the little speaks around set as you and the man locked eyes.

It was Tom.

You couldn't believe it.

Your eyes immedietly watered as you got up from your seat and ran to Tom, seeing him open out his arms to you. You ran right into his arms, wrapping your arms around his body. You almost didn't believe that this was real. It felt like a dream. How was he here? How did he make time for this?

You pulled back and cupped his face with both hands, already nearly sobbing just from the sight of him.

"Are you actually here!?" You asked with a happy whimper. It warmed your heart to see his big smile. He was emotional, too.

"I managed to find some extra time to get a flight down.." Tom chuckled, though he wasn't able to explain himself fully just yet. Hearing his voice so close to you made you want to just break into happy tears right then and there, so you pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. You heard the audience go nuts, making you smile in the kiss. Tom pulled you closer to him, keeping the kiss locked until he remembered you were supposed to be doing an interview. He pulled back and gestured to the seats, holding your hand as you both sat down.

You could barely keep your eyes off of Tom for the whole rest of the interview. Afterwards, you'd say goodbye to everyone and leave the building together. You spoke outside once you reached his car.

"I've got another surprise for you.." Tom admitted, giving you a warm smile as he let go of your hand. He moved into his car for a moment and pulled out something before going back to you. He revealed 2 one-way tickets. Tickets to the UK.

"Would you still like to move in with me, my love?.." He asked you, looking into your eyes with his big, blue orbs.

Your eyes widened some and your heart skipped a beat. You placed your hand over your mouth before giving a shaky chuckle. "A-Are you serious?..." You asked, seeing him nod.

"With one phone call to a familiar moving company and a day or two, you can be living with me.." Tom spoke. "All I need is a Y--"

"Yes! Hell yes!" You chuckled happily before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into another close hug. Tom flinched before chuckling, hugging you back for a moment before pulling back to give you another deep kiss, inhaling some to take in how soft your lips were. The joy you felt in your heart couldn't be properly described.

You pulled back from the kiss to wipe all the tears that had run down your cheeks, including some of the makeup makeup had on. "I'm gonna end up crying all day.." you joked with a chuckle.

Tom chuckled as well, smirking some. "I could give you other reasons to have tears in your eyes.."

Oh god, you had a feeling he hadn't gotten over this flirtatious phase he's had with you.

Then again...

You chuckled some. "It's been a couple months hasn't it?" You asked, biting yhe corner of your lower lip.

"Mhmm.." Tom purred somewhat "and I've learned some things.."

"Have you, now?.." You tilted your head some, getting a nod from Tom.

"Indeed I have.." Tom grinned. "And there's a certain...doctor who has been dying to meet you."

You knew who he was talking about. You recently rewatched High-Rise.

"Ooh, I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting, then.." You purred back with a little wink, moving around him to get into the passenger side.

Tom snickered some, getting into the drivers side.

You bet there would be quite a bit of steamy love after packing.

#tom Hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom Hiddleston x you #fanfiction #wattpad #steamy love

[bmongmong]

Chaper 8 - Date

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n

I freeze a bit. Why does he want to talk to me? I bet it's because of what happened earlier.

While I nod at him, I notice Rosé and Jimin going upstairs, holding hands. Then I remember about the surprise. I see Jungwook going after them. I need to stop him.

"Don't go Jungwook!" I shout.

"Why can't I? Do you want me so bad?" he answers me smirking.

"No!!! it's just...leave them alone please..." I say almost whispering. Both him and Jungkook look at me in confusion, but then I hear Jungwook saying:

"Ahhhhh, I see. Rosé needs to show something to Jimin. I see" he says smirking and laughing.

I just look down a bit embarrassed. He then continues:

"Don't worry love birds. I'll leave you two alone as well, so that you can talk" he then walks towards me and stops almost closing the space between us "Unless you want me to stay" he looks like the devil.

"Go away. We'll talk alone" his brother interrupts him. He just laughs and leaves right away, going outside of the house. Now it's only me and Jungkook.

"So..." I say blushing hard and preparing mentally "What did you want to talk about?"

"Earlier, tonight. Why were you dancing with him?" he asks. He doesn't seem mad or sad. He rather seems like he wants to understand what got into my mind. I don't know what to say. I just don't want to hurt his feelings.

"I actually though it was you..." I lied "you know, my head was spinning like crazy and you two are both wearing black suits. Not to mention about your faces, they're almost the same and I was too drunk to notice the little details..." it's actually a good excuse and it seems to work.

"So..." he says blushing and scratching the back of his head "You thought it was me, right?" I nod, not knowing what the point of the question is. "So wouldn't you mind if I do that to you?" he says blushing even harder and looking away.

I'm blushing too at his statement. Of course I wouldn't mind, but I'd never expected him to be this straight forward, especially knowing how shy he is.

"Umh, y-yeah, I-I mean, I w-wouldn't mind..." I say trying to look confident, but it's pretty obvious how nervous I look. It's a bit awkward right now, so I decide to walk towards the sofa and sit on it, laying my legs straight on it. As I sit, I look at my hands and start playing with my fingers due to nervousness.

I'm too distracted by my hands, that I don't notice Jungkook walking to me and standing in front of me.

"Y/n" he says. I don't look at him, but from his tone I can feel that he's really serious right now. This is making me even more nervous. He doesn't even say anything else. So I decide to look at him. He's so handsome.

He leans one knee next to my right thigh, on the sofa and his hands on the sides next to my hips. He slowly brings his face down to my level. He then put his other knee on the other side, next to my left thigh.

So now, I'm sitting under him, in between his legs. As I notice the position, I can't take my eyes off of his strong legs. They look pretty muscular and pumped.

Then I feel my face being lifted by two of his fingers.

"My eyes are up here y/n" he says with a husky voice.

Rosé's pov

Now I'm going upstairs holding Jimin's hand. I want to give him the real present. Me.

As he guides me to his room, I start to feel a bit nervous. Like, it's not the first time I go into a guy's room, but this time it feels different. I need to be confident.

As he opens the door and gets us inside, I quickly push him against the door and lock us inside.

"Someone seems needy" he says smirking. He knows the effect he has on me and he gets cocky every time. But I like it this way.

I start kissing him roughly on the lips and I feel him laying his hands on my hips, bringing me close to his core.

Then I suddenly stop the kiss. He whines a bit and seems upset. I grab him by his shirt and kiss him again, turning us around. As we keep kissing, I start walking and then I feel the bed with one of my knees.

At that moment I push him hard on it, making him laying down. He tries to sit up, but I quickly push his chest down with my hands and sit on his lap.

"So this is you true nature?" he says putting his hands behind his head.

He looks so hot right now, even though he's wearing his pajama. I can feel his member getting hard under me. I take off my shirt and say:

"You should open your present now. Happy birthday Jimin"

Y/n pov

My heart is beating so fast and I feel my legs trembling a bit in between his. Our faces are getting closer and closer and I start to feel something in my stomach. It's pure pleasure. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I slowly open a bit my mouth, not being able to breath only through my nose.

His hand goes from my chin to my cheek, moving away a strand of hair that was in the way. He's looking at my lips and I'm doing the same. I'd never thought that it would have happened like this. Not that I'm mad about it.

I see him closing his eyes and getting even closer, so I do the same.

"Wow little brother, you're really good with girls"

Me and Jungkook both widen our eyes and get away from each other really quickly at the sound of Jungwook's voice.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you two, but it's too cold outside." he says walking towards us.

"Great" I hear Jungkook saying under his breath as he sits next to me.

"I guess we can't sleep upstairs since Jimin and Rosé are having fun. I think we have to sleep on the sofa. All three of us" Junwook says.

How are going to sleep in three here? I mean, there's enough space, but that would mean that two of us have to sleep together on the same side, since it's a two-block sofa.

"So, which one of you wants to sleep with me?" the long haired one says opening his arms to us.

"JUNGKOOK!" I quickly say.

"What?!" I hear both of them.

"Y-Yes, I want to sleep alone" I say stuttering a bit. "I'd never imagine you would say this" Jungwook says and then continues "I thought the two possibilities were rather sleeping with him or, even better, with me"

They look at each other a bit disgusted and I continue saying teasingly:

"Or maybe one of you two wants to sleep on the floor"

"NO" they say at the same time.

It's been a while and I can feel both of the twins sleeping soundly. I slowly stand up and looking at them. What? They're practically hugging each other unconsciously. I laugh a bit and take my phone to take a picture. After saving it, I try to sleep.

It's the next morning now. I slowly wake up feeling a bit dizzy. Then I remember about last night, it was crazy. I start to feel anxiety building up as I remember about me dancing and rubbing my body against Jungwook's. But then, I suddenly smile to the memory of me and Jungkook almost kissing.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" I hear someone screaming. It seemed like it was two people. I turn around and find the two twins looking at each other shocked. Then Jungkook kicks his brother out of the sofa, making him fall on the ground.

"Ouch! What's wrong with you?!" Jungwook says rubbing his behind.

"Why the hell were you hugging me?!" the other one shouts.

"I could ask you the same!"

And they kept arguing, for about five minutes until I stop them saying:

"You've been hugging the whole night" I show them the picture.

"Delete it!!" they say at the same time.

"Nope" I say smiling hard.

After a bit Rosé and Jimin went downstairs and the blonde girl told me about their crazy night. Now I'm 100% sure that Jimin received his true gift. Obviously I told her about my crazy night too. She was shocked. But we laughed remembering how crazy we both were.

We ate lunch together and after a bit we eventually got to our own houses.

Now I'm laying on the bed, still thinking about the two twins.

I really like Jungkook. He's the perfect guy for me. Everything would be great if it wasn't for his brother. But for some reason, I can't get him out of my mind. When we danced and when he kissed my neck. I touch that particular spot as I remember his lips on it.

I start to feel guilty all of a sudden. I hurt Jungkook, not once, but twice. And this time he even assisted at the scene. I'm so dumb. I want to cry, but I can't. It hurts so much, but I don't know how to get this pain off of me.

I passed the rest of the day on my head still feeling a bit dizzy.

Now it's Sunday. I slowly wake up to my phone ringing. Who could it be this early in the morning? I look at the screen. JUNGKOOK IS FACETIMING ME!! WHAT DO I DO?! OH MY GOD?! DO I LOOK GOOD?! I MEAN OF COURSE NO! I JUST WOKE UP! But then I also notice the time. 1 PM. What?! I quickly grab one of my pink lipstick on my desk and put it on. It looks natural, so I think it doesn't look too much. I also fix a bit my hair and rub my eyes. Ok take a deep breath...1,2.....3!!! I answered!

"Good morning y/n" he says with his raspy voice.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who overslept" he continues laughing. The combination of his raspy voice and his face is really one of the hottest things ever.

"Yeah ahahah I didn't even hear my alarm" I say a bit embarrassed.

"I called you because I wanted to ask if you're free today afternoon. And also because I wanted to see your face" that made me blush so hard and I guess he noticed that.

"U-Umh yeah, of course. I'm free" I stutter a bit. I'm actually excited, I hope he'll ask me out!

"Great I'll come to your house at 4 PM and take you out on a date" he says smiling warmly. YESSSSS I'M GOING ON A DATE!! MY ACTUAL FIRST DATE.

"Where are we going?" I ask curious.

"That's a secret" he says winking.

"Ufff but I want to know!" I say pouting.

"I'm not telling you anything. Bye Bye y/n! Oh and remember to wear something cute!" and with that he hangs up.

What just happened. I NEED TO CALL ROSE'!!

"Roséééé!!" I shout through the phone "I need your help!!"

"You don't have to scream like that. I woke up ten minutes ago"

"Oh, I guess everyone of us woke up late today. Anyway. JUNGKOOK ASKED ME OUT"

"What?! Really? When?!"

"A few minutes ago he called me!! He said that he'll come to my house today at 4 PM and he didn't tell me where we're going. He only told me to wear something cute."

"Ok don't panic y/n. Now let's both eat lunch and at about 2.30 Pm I'll face time you, so I'll help you with your make-up and outfit!"

During lunch, my parents kept asking me about the party and, of course, about Jungkook. I showed them on picture of last night with all of us. They noticed Jungwook right away.

"Who is he?" my mum asks "He looks exactly like Jungkook!"

"They're twins" I say while eating my food.

"What?!" both of them say, letting their forks falling on the plate and making some little pieces of food flying over the table.

That's the reaction I also had when I found out about them. How crazy ahah.

It's 2.30 PM and I just facetimed Rosé. Now I'm putting on a bit of make-up and she's guiding me through the whole process.

"I think you should put on a very natural orange peach blush"

"What?" I say. She know much about make-up, while I suck.

"Oh god y/n. umh... that one on the right" she says pointing through the screen at that blush.

"Great, you look so good y/n!" she says after I finished. I have to be honest. I'm kinda cute. I did a very good job!

"Now I have to decide an outfit" I say standing up.

"And we need to hurry up, it's 3.45 PM"

"What?!" I shout. Did it really took me that much to put on make-up? I swear, I'll never get how times flies every time a girl has to get ready.

After trying on some outfit, I finally find the perfect dress. It looks a bit romantic, but I guess that'll be ok.

"You look so good y/n! I think today he'll kis-"

DING DOOOONGGGGG

Rosé got caught off by the doorbell.

"It's him!!" I have to go Rosé! And thank you so much!" I say starting to bounce everywhere due to the adrenaline.

"Go get him girl!"

I slowly go down the stairs and I hear Jungkook's voice. He's talking with my parents. They're praising him for how good looking he is. I swear, they always have to embarrass me.

"Oh you're so kind Miss-" Jungkook stops noticing me going down the steps. "wow y/n. You're gorgeous" he says under his breath, but everyone could hear what he said.

"Hi Jungkook! I thought you'd wait for me outside" I say giving a death stare at both of my parents.

"Oh by the way. Why did you come here Jungkook?" my mum asks the boy.

"I'm here to take y/n on a date" he says showing his bunny smile.

"Yes, that's righ- WHAT?!" I know that we're going on a date, but I didn't expect him to say that in front of my parents.

"Aaaawwwwww really??!!" my mum says shaking her hands and jumping up and down.

"Yes! But I wanted to ask for your permission first" he say looking at both of them.

"Of course, you have our blessing honey!" my mum says taking his hands. Why are they like this. I want to bury myself.

I quickly grab Jungkook's hand and drag him out of the house saying goodbye at my mum and dad.

"Wow, your mum seems to like me" he says smiling. That damn smile...

"Please forget about what just happened" I say covering my face in embarrassment.

"Shall we go now?" he says pointing out his hand. I shyly grab it and we start walking.

After about ten minutes of walking, we reached the subway. He told me to wait for him at the second rail. I wonder where we're going. After a couple of minutes he comes to me with two tickets.

"No Jungkook, I would have paid for mine. Wait I'll give you the money" I say searching for my wallet in my purse, but he grabs my wrist and says:

"It's ok. I'll pay for it" he says. His voice is calm and soothing as always. It makes me feel comfortable.

As we get on, we see that there is only one seat available.

"You sit" Jungkook says smiling sweetly. I blush and do as he says. I swear, this is perfect. I feel like my feelings for him are increasing even more. It's like my heart is about to explode, because it's full of passion.

After a bit, I actually feel bad. I'm here, sitting comfortably and he's standing since we got on. I quickly stand up and tell him to sit, but he shakes his head. I insist more and he eventually sits. Unexpectedly, he grabs my waist and makes me sit on his knees. I look at him in embarrassment, since it's full of people who are watching.

"It's ok" he says taking my hand in his. He started caressing that hand with his other one. I'm living in a dream. I start to feel butterfliers in my stomach as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're beautiful" he says at a low voice. I'm about to cry. This is too much for me. I did a lot of bad things towards him, I do not deserve any of these. But I really love the romantic scene that he's showing me.

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