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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

#ogun x reader #ogun smut #fire force smut #anime smut #poc reader

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triple-a-ace · 3 years

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Every single important timestamp in ep. 61 of Wolf 359, Brave New World

Enjoy this because it took me almost four hours.

Reblog and share with me your favorite moments and things that I missed!

***SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 61 OF WOLF 359 BELOW***

12:07 - Flashback: Eiffel meets Hera

18:10 - Lovelace and Eiffel in the Sol's cafeteria

26:48 - "Thank you, Daniel. And goodbye." - Warren Kepler

28:54 - Hera and Jacobi talking about Maxwell

29:07 - Flashback: Jacobi meets Maxwell

32:53 - Eiffel's last log to Anne

36:43 - Minkowski launches the Sol with Eiffel inside

37:58 - "Goddammit, Renée, don't do this." - Doug Eiffel

42:36 - “It’s very...us.”

43:17 - Flashback: Commander Minkowski meets Hera

48:17 - “Something about a harpoon?” - Rachel Young

49:37 - Eiffel’s imitation of Minkowski

51:42 - “I’ve got this friend, and she basically invented being paranoid on this station.” - Daniel Jacobi

54:23 - “The Hephaestus has almost fallen out of the sky so many times. It’s hard to believe that this is actually happening.” “Honestly, it’s time. There are way too many ghosts in this place.”

54:41 - Flashback: Lovelace talks to Selburg

58:51 - Eiffel remembers the command authentication code and turns the Sol around

69:23 - Eiffel opens comms with the Hephaestus

70:08 - Eiffel crashes the Sol into the Hephaestus

71:50 - Hera talks to Eiffel after he’s back

72:44 - “You’re just gonna have to trust me, okay?” “With my life, darlin. With my life.”

74:13 - “You’re gonna go do something stupid, aren’t you?” - Isabel Lovelace

74:50 - “Oh, gee, I’m not following one of your orders? Huh. Must be Monday.” - Isabel Lovelace

75:02 - “C’mon. Let’s go get our idiot back.” - Isabel Lovelace

77:26 - “You killed Bob!” - Doug Eiffel

80:48 - Hera appears in Eiffel’s mind

84:08 - “Hera? That’s- that’s really you?” - Doug Eiffel

85:15 - “My name is Hera!” - Hera

86:37 - “Of course you can.” - Doug Eiffel

89:11 - Kepler being on Jacobi and Minkowski’s side

90:34 - Kepler’s last drink of scotch

93:29 - Jacobi lets it slip that he’s gonna blow the engine up

96:08 - Cutter orders Lovelace to shoot Minkowski

98:01 - Eiffel crushes Pryce with a shelf of memories

100:00 - “ Renée Minkowski. And that is more than enough to kick your ass.” - Minkowski

100:43 - Lovelace defies Cutter’s orders

101:19 - “Screw you.” - Isabel Lovelace

102:12 - “Harpoon!?” - Mr. Cutter

103:05 - “Stay with me, Minkowski.” - Isabel Lovelace

104:11 - “I don’t need to beat you.” - Hera

106:09 - Pryce figures out that her memory is going to be wiped

106:33 - Memories are wiped

107:02 - Hera comes back and tells Minkowski and Lovelace

107:57 - “Hera, what did you do?” - Renée Minkowski

108:16 - “Hera, are you alright?” - Renée Minkowski

108:26 - Eiffel wakes up still with his memories

108:40 - Eiffel says his goodbyes

109:47 - Eiffel’s memory is wiped

110:14 - Flashback: Renée Minkowski meets Doug Eiffel

112:43 - “Eiffel?” - Renée Minkowski

112:51 - “Do I know you?” - Doug Eiffel

113:02 - “My name is Renée Minkowski. I’m the commander of this space station.” - Renée Minkowski

115:05 - Minkowski passes out (you can hear Doug calling her name as well)

116:00 - “Not that there is a Hephaestus anymore.” - Isabel Lovelace

116:38 - “What’s a guy gotta do to get some credit?” - Daniel Jacobi

117:40 - “Where is he?” - Renée Minkowski

118:02 - Doug listens to old logs

118:41 - “Hey, Renée.” - Doug Eiffel

119:00 - “You made it up to me. Big time.” - Renée Minkowski

119:37 - “Am I still that same person?” - Doug Eiffel

121:07 - “Your name is Doctor Miranda Pryce. And I’m- I’m going to tell you a very, very long story. About the two of us.” - Hera

122:15 - “Thank you. For everything.” - Renée Minkowski

122:20 - “Now you owe me twenty bucks!” - Daniel Jacobi

122:43 - “It went great. You wanna know how I know? Because someone hasn’t glitched since they had that conversation.” - Isabel Lovelace

123:15 - “Commander. Have you decided what you want to do when you get back to Earth?” “You mean other than finding my husband and telling him that- you know.” “Not dead?”

124:46 - Minkowski communicates with Earth Space

125:15 - “Hera. You ready to go home?” - Renée Minkowski

125:30 - Doug comes in and stays while Minkowski plots the course

125:38 - “C’mon Doug.” - Renée Minkowski

126:10 - “But from what I gather, spending time with the two of you was about the best damn thing Doug Eiffel ever did.” - Doug Eiffel

126:22 - “Am I still Doug Eiffel? I’m not sure. Wanna find out together?” - Doug Eiffel

127:01 - “Here we go.” - Renée Minkowski (or the last words in the episode)

#doug eiffel #hera w359 #renee minkowski #isabel lovelace #daniel jacobi #brave new world #rachel young #miranda pryce #mr cutter #wolf 359 #my space babies #really feeling the eiffera and minlace today #jacobi and minkowski betting on the outome gives me seratonin

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dragonologist-phd · 3 years

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Could I request something with, “What am I supposed to do when I can’t even trust my own mind?” or, “You see everyone so clearly except yourself,” using one of your Pillars OCs?

thank you for the prompt! I got You see everyone so clearly except yourself from someone else, so I’ll do What am I supposed to do when I can’t even trust my own mind?

For this one Rudi grabbed my inspiration, so have some Rudi & Eder BroTP!

(AO3)

When Edér first wakes up and realizes Rudi is gone, he isn’t too worried. Over the course of their travels, he’s learned that she’s got a habit of up and wandering off whenever she can’t sleep. He himself is usually the first one of their little group to rise in the morning- an old habit from years of farmwork that still hasn’t died off- and it’s no strange thing for her to come waltzing back into camp just as he’s relighting the fire, brandishing a rabbit or two for breakfast. So rather than wonder where she’s gone, Edér simply follows their routine and waits for her to return.

When the sun has crept up above the horizon and the others are beginning to stir awake, Edér does begin to get a bit concerned. The woods along the river pass aren’t especially thick, and Rudi is more than able to handle any stray bandits or wandering beasts… but still, with her luck it’s hard to tell what she might encounter. Best to check in on her, Edér decides, even if she makes fun of his hovering later on.

It doesn’t take long to find her- she didn’t bother to cover her tracks, and it’s hard to miss the lion footprints leading down dirt path. The first moment Edér catches sight of her, he thinks that maybe she actually fell asleep after all. She’s nestled on the ground, back against a tree, knees curled up to her chest so she can rest her chin on them. Sol is curled up at her feet, his tail flicking lazily through the leaves that cover the ground.

Then his foot comes down on a twig with a sharp snap, and Rudi’s head shoots up. Sol is on his feet at once, teeth bared and every hair in his mane standing on end.

“Whoa there, buddy,” Edér says, holding up his hands and giving the big cat a grin. “It’s just me.”

The lion only snarls in response, not relaxing until Rudi lays a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Sol.” She stands, stretching out her arms as she does, and turns to give Edér a weak smile. “Checking up on me now? Sorry, I guess I lost track of time out here.”

Her tone is casual and unworried, but it doesn’t match up to her appearance. She just looks so damn tired- bags under her eyes, unsteady on her feet, and a half-hearted grin that just doesn’t quite do the job. “Now, I know it ain’t polite to comments on a lady’s appearance,” Edér says, keeping his tone light, “But did you get a wink of sleep last night?”

He’s hoping to draw a laugh out of her- and normally he might have- but today Rudi’s mood instantly shifts, her eyes narrowing and her mouth setting into a hard line. It’s the same look she gets when she’s deciding whether to shoot something or not, and if she weren’t looking too exhausted to aim straight Edér might consider hiding behind a tree. Eventually she settles for crossing her arms and fixing Edér with a stern look. “Maybe. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need sleep. I need to hunt down Thaos before…”

She stops and looks away, blinking hard and lifting a hand to her temple. The moment passes quickly, and then she’s pushing past Edér with a scowl. “Let’s just get going.”

“Whoa, there,” Edér says, putting a hand on her shoulder as she passes. “You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” she insists, pulling away.

“Right. You’re actin’ exactly a person who’s fine.”

Rudi turns her glare on him again, to which Edér only raises an eyebrow. And then the fight goes out of her, just as suddenly as it came, and her shoulders slump as she lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine, yes, I got some sleep. For all the good it did.”

“What does that mean?”

“I had…dreams.” Rudi looks down and kicks at the dirt. “Memories, I guess, I don’t know. And then I woke up and I didn’t even know where I was, I just kept thinking I had to find…someone. Like it was the most important thing in the world that I find her right away.”

Watcher stuff, Edér thinks, worry sinking into his stomach. He knows Rudi’s been having nightmares and visions and a whole mess of strange stuff. But he’s been hoping it’s the sort of the thing to get better with time, not worse. “Who were looking for?”

Rudi shrugs, but her eyes flicker upward, and for a moment they flash as Rudi stares at something that isn’t there. “Iovara.” She speaks the name heavily, as if each syllable carries an unfathomable weight.

Rudi goes silent then, until Edér finally has to ask, “Who’s that?”

The questions breaks her from her reverie, and she scowls and throws her hands into the air. “I don’t know!!” she exclaims, turning to pace in a circle. “I just had to find her, and I started moving- with no idea where I was or why I was here- and then Sol came up to me and for a split second I was scared. Of Sol. Like I didn’t even know who he was.”

Her voice gets thick, and she stops to take a breath, sinking once again to the ground with her back against the tree. Sol watches her with concern, and approaches to nuzzle against her shoulder. A small, sad smile creeps onto her face as she runs a hand through his mane.

As Edér watches the two of them, it occurs to him that he’s never actually seen them separated. Sol sleeps at Rudi’s bedside, shares her meals, even sit next to her in the receiving hall at Caed Nua. For Rudi to not even recognize him, even for a second…he can’t imagine it.

And apparently she can’t, either.

Eventually, Rudi recovers herself enough to continue. “After that, I guess I just…woke up. I remembered who I was, and the other memories went away but I…gods, Edér, I couldn’t go to sleep again. I couldn’t risk going away like that.” She closes her eyes, her hands trembling as they continue to stroke Sol’s mane. “I’ve always been able to take care of myself. But what am I supposed to do when I can’t even trust my own mind?”

It’s a big question, that’s for sure. And yet to Edér, the answer is immediate and obvious.

“You trust us, of course.”

Whatever Rudi is expecting, apparently that isn’t it. She blinks, looking up at Edér in silence, and he takes advantage of her surprise to continue. “Hey, I know you haven’t really known us all that long. But you know we’re your friends, right?” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, maybe not Durance. I wouldn’t put much trust in him. But me and Sagani and everyone else- we got your back.”

He bends over and holds his hand out to Rudi. “We’re gonna look out for you, and we’re gonna find this Leaden Key guy, and we’re gonna put you right as rain again. So don’t worry too much about bad dreams and memories and such.”

Rudi hesitates, watching Edér with unveiled skepticism. “And if I forget again?”

He shrugs. “Bucket of cold water. It’s a cure-all, and I bet anything it’ll wake you right back up.”

Rudi regards him for a moment, then snorts as she takes his hand, letting him pull her up. When she’s on her feet again, she shakes her head and punches him in the arm. “That’s your first instinct? Really?”

“It’s an incentive, too,” Edér answers with a grin. “Keeps you on your toes.”

“Ass,” she says, but she’s laughing, and the tensions seems to have left her shoulders. She still looks exhausted, and maybe still a little worried…but she also looks much more like the Rudi Edér knows so well.

“Alright, let’s get back. For real this time.” She starts walking in the directions of the camp, rubbing your back and groaning as she goes. “Gods, I’m too old to be staying up all night. And we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

Edér grins, falling into step beside her. “Bet you could convince Maneha to carry you for a while.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that. First good idea you’ve had all day.” She continues like that, talking and making jokes as they approach the campsite, Sol padding quietly at her side. Just before they arrive in sight of the others, however, she pauses and glances at Edér from the corner of her eye.

“Thanks, by the way,” she says hurriedly, as if embarrassed by the words. “I do trust you, you know. I haven’t had someone like that for a long time, but…you’re a good friend.”

Edér nods- of course he knows. ‘Cause Rudi’s his friend, too- probably the best one he’s had since his brother- and looking out for each other is just what friends do.

#ch: rudi #prompt fill #thanks for the prompt!#pillars of eternity #risualto

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producingtrashycontent · 3 years

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took me a bit to get my words strait, the idea is like the Black Bulls and Blue Roses have to do a joint mission or something, they each send Magna and Sol not knowing who the others were going to send. so sol and magna have to get along to get the mission finished. something happens and sol gets hurt, and magna has to help her. he asks why she hates him, she explains why she hates men, and he just talks some sence into her. not sure on the rest though.

OMG I FINALLY FINISHED! Damn this took me much longer than I thought, but here it is. I personally don't think it's my best writing, but I blame that on finals. I also made this longer than my usual requests. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

Magna took a hesitant glance around the common space. There was no one there, but Magna could never be too sure. That pudding thief was out to get him. This time, Magna would make sure he didn't lose his pudding to that jerk. With one more hesitant glance, Magna swiftly opened the pantry and snatched a pudding cup from one of the lower cabinets.

The lightning bolt flew past Magna's head and struck the pantry. He'd been spotted. Magna dodged another lightning bolt that struck the place he'd been standing moments before. A nearby hallway appeared in Magna's peripheral vision. He bolted for the hallway, but he ran into someone before he could leave.

"The hell? It was peaceful while I took my dump. Now I have to deal with this?"

Magna dropped down to one knee immediately. "Captain Yami Sir!"

"Better run Magna, or your clothes might catch fire!"

Yami sighed before snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of him. Luck appeared instantly and sat on the floor beside Magna.

"Hey Captain! You finally going to fight me? How much do you want?"

"Damnit Luck. I'm not going to fight you. I have a special mission."

Magna nearly jumped. A secret mission! This would definitely get him stronger than Luck. Yami ignored Luck's bouncing and pointed at Magna.

"You. I need you for this mission. It's going to be a joint mission with a member of the Blue Rose Knights. We can only have one or two people go, so I'll send you this time. It'd be too much trouble for both you and Luck to go."

"Awww," Luck groaned. "But I want to go too!"

Yami ignored Luck's plea and turned him full attention to Magna. "You leave here tomorrow. I need you to investigate some suspicious dealings going on near Rayaka Village. Since you lived there as a kid, I'd figured you were best fit for the job."

"Thank you very much Yami Sir!" Magna stood and saluted. "I won't let you down!"

•~•~•~•

Sol groaned as her squad mates all chatted about their boyfriends. What was the appeal with men anyway? They were all dirty, idiotic, and other things that Sol couldn't remember off the top of her head.

"I went to the beach with my boyfriend a few months ago, and he was so ripped!"

"Oh wow, really? I want a peek of that!"

"No way! He's mine." The two girls chuckled between each other.

Sol rolled her eyes as she poked at her dinner. It was very hard to eat when her squad mates would talk about men non-stop. Remembering the men who disappointed her, Sol scoffed and shoved some vegetables into her mouth. Her food didn't taste as good when she reminisced about her past.

The chatter between the girls quickly died down. Sol automatically saluted when she spotted her captain out of the corner of her eye.

"Big Sis!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Sol, I've told you before to call me 'Captain', not Big Sis."

"Ok, Big Sis!"

Ignoring Sol, Charlotte walked away, but she motioned for Sol to follow her. After some time, Charlotte finally stopped.

"So, what do you need me for?"

"I have a special mission for you."

Sol smiled. "Me? Really?"

Charlotte nodded. "I need you to investigate something near Rayaka Village. You will be working with a member of the Black Bulls. Get yourself ready. You leave early tomorrow morning."

With a glimmer in her eye, Sol saluted her captain. "Yes!"

•~•~•~•

Magna squatted on a rock that overlooked Rayaka from a cliff. The breeze blew gently around Magna as he stole another glance around the area. It seemed like the perfect day for a secret mission, and yet, his partner from the Blue Rose Knights hadn't arrived yet.

"Damn, when are they gonna get here? It's almost noon. The sun's gonna roast me before they get here." Magna grumbled.

"No way, funglasquent?"

Magna whipped his head around at the sound of the voice from behind him. His eyes landed on a familiar, tall figure.

"You? The giant girl from the Royal Knights Exam?"

Sol groaned. "Unbelievable! Why did I get stuck with you?"

"Same question to you, giant girl!" Magna sighed as he stole another glance at Rayaka. "Captain Yami gave me this mission because I lived in this town when I was young, so I can navigate around here better than my squad mates."

Sol hesitated a moment. That was a valid reason for the short punk to come along on this mission. Charlotte didn't give her an explicit reason for coming. It must be because she was the one who was best suited for this mission.

"Well, my captain believed I was the one best suited for the mission."

"Even so, you gotta listen to me this time. I know this village like the back of my hand. If we want to catch those magic item smugglers, you have to follow my orders." Magna spoke dismissively as he turned his attention back to Rayaka. He usually wasn't as into missions as he was now. Any threat to Rayaka was a personal threat against Magna.

"Who died and made you captain?" Sol spat. "I don't see why you have to lead the mission."

"Ugh, don't you get it, giant girl? I lived here. I know all the best places to hide and store expensive things. I can catch those smugglers. Now, we have to cooperate to get this mission done."

Sol pondered Magna's words for a moment. She did want to please Captain Charlotte and finish this mission, but she didn't want to listen to a man of all people. Listen to a man or finish the mission successfully. Those were Sol's two options. After a few moments, Sol settled on the best option: listening to the glasses punk.

"F-fine." Sol spat. "I'll listen to you."

"Finally!" Magna cheered. "See that Yami Sir? I'm following in your footsteps!"

Not wanting to watch Magna cheer, Sol turned her eyes to Rayaka. She spotted a group of people flying on brooms a good distance away from the village.

"Hey, funglasquent. There's a group of people approaching Rayaka from the east." Sol tapped her foot on the ground as Magna stopped his cheers to look in the direction Sol mentioned. Sure enough, there was a large group of people approaching. They stopped abruptly and descended into the forest below.

"That's kinda sus..." Magna muttered.

"Sus?" Sol echoed.

Magna nodded. "Yeah, sus. Short for supilicious or something."

"Ugh, you mean suspicious, don't you?"

"Exactly."

Sol had wanted to laugh, but that would mean admitting his joke was funny. He was serious, which made it funnier. Sol had a feeling he wasn't joking though.

"Alright tall girl! Hop on my Crazy Cyclone and we'll get to those bandits in a jiffy." Magna leaned against his broom, which was modified to look like some weird contraption.

Rolling her eyes, Sol made her way over to the Crazy Cyclone and sat on the back. "This thing is horrid, but at least it matches your punky vibe."

"Aww thanks!" Magna smiled as he sat on the Cyclone before freezing. "Wait, that wasn't a compliment!"

"Let's get a move on, funglasquent."

Magna started up the Cyclone as he grumbled under his breath. Before they took off, Magna told her to hold onto him somewhere. Sol considered letting go and jumping off, but she reluctantly gave in and held on. She wanted to complete the mission Charlotte gave her. Nothing would stop her, not even a gross man.

•~•~•~•

Eventually, Magna landed the Crazy Cyclone close to where the group landed. It was definitely dangerous for Sol and Magna to approach the large group by themselves, but they were the only ones who could.

"Why did that guy disappear into a hole in the ground?" Magna pointed at a nearby tree with an odd-looking branch.

"Did he?" Sol asked. She doubted that was possible, but thieves would do anything for money.

Magna nodded. "Yeah. He pulled on that funky looking tree branch. I think we should follow him."

"Whatever idea you have is dumb. We'll probably get killed going down there."

Magna crossed his arms. "Well what's your plan, O Wise One?"

Sol stared off to the side before shrugging her shoulders. Groaning, Magna turned his attention back to the tree. As he thought about what to do, an idea struck him like Luck shooting him with lightning.

"Hey, tall girl."

"Yeah?"

Magna rubbed his hands together. "What if we wait here for them to come out!"

Sol arched an eyebrow but said nothing. Magna kicked a nearby pebble. "Damn, that sounded way cooler in my head."

•~•~•~•

After several hours of waiting, the sun was setting and Sol and Magna had done nothing. The suspects hadn't come out of their little hole in the ground. Sol was seriously considered heading home until she imagined how her captain would react. After a few more moments of thought, Sol decided to stay.

"Ugh, I thought this was supposed to be a secret mission!" Magna grumbled from the ground. "I was ready to kick some ass!"

"I'll kick your puny little man ass if you don't shut up."

Magna sat up defiantly. "Damn, what's with you giant girl? What did I ever do to you?"

Sol turned her face away. "You're a man. That's my problem with you."

"So, you hate me for something I can't control?"

Before Sol could retort, there was some rumbling nearby that shook the ground. Sol felt a body slam into her and knock her to the ground. Magna fell on top of her as a boulder rolled over the place she stood moments ago.

"Funglasquent, you saved me." Sol muttered.

Magna smirked. "Yep. That's what a real man does."

Magna offered his hand to Sol, who slapped it away and stood on her own. A small pile of rocks fell from the small hill they camped beside to reveal an entrance to a cave. Sol jerked her head in the direction of the cave.

"Hey, funglasquent. I think we should head there."

Magna shook his head rapidly. "Umm, I don't know. That cave is kinda spooky. What if something tries to eat us?"

Sol smirked. "I thought you were a "real man". Or are you a scared little whimp who can't complete a task even when life opens up a path for him?"

Magna seemed to physically shake off his insecurities. "Y-yeah! I'm a real man! I'll lead the way."

Sol allowed herself to chuckle at Magna's antics as he tried to overcome his nerves and step into the daunting cave.

•~•~•~•

It was odd that they walked for so long without encountering anything. Eventually, the cave got dark enough to where Magna had to create a small flame to be able to see. Magna kept one hand against one side of the cave and Sol kept hers on the other. The cave grew colder the further they walked. There were a few times when Sol and Magna slipped on the smooth stone. The stone sloped gently downward, but as they walked further, the ground sloped more. Eventually, Sol and Magna felt the stone slope closer together until they found an opening in the stone.

Voices floated in from the opening in the stone. Magna and Sol hid on either side of the opening. There was a group of people discussing different subjects while tossing around what appeared to be magic items between each other. Magna slipped into the cavern and ushered Sol to follow him. They eventually found a stack of boxes to hide behind and listened in on the conversation.

"If we take this route, there will be fewer Magic Knights."

"That route may have less Magic Knights, but the Magic Knights that are there are from the Crimson Lion Kings. They're too powerful. My route has more of them, but these guys are from the Aqua Deer. They're much weaker."

"Either way, we have to get these tools across the Grand Magic Zone before the end of the month. The Lords and Lady await us."

"Magic item smugglers," Sol whispered. "Should've known."

Magna clenched his fist. "Damn those bastards."

Magna missed the moment the smugglers fell silent, but he noticed the deafening silence a moment later.

"Someone's here."

"I sense some weak mana from over there!"

Sol felt her heart leapt into her throat. Grabbing Magna's hand, she pulled him into a crouched position so they'd be ready to run at a moment's notice. Unfortunately, that position wouldn't help Sol avoid the box that got knocked into her head by a blast of magic. Sol didn't feel her body hit the ground, but that was probably due to the adrenaline in her system. She could sense Magna firing off some spells before he slung her over his back and ran. He turned several times to shoot spells at their assailants, but he spent most of his energy into running. Sol felt her limbs grow heavy to the point she couldn't move them anymore. A dull throb came from her head, but Sol was too tired to pay much attention to it. As Magna stopped shooting spells to break out into a sprint, Sol felt the darkness overtake her vision.

•~•~•~•

Sol woke up to the sound of a crackling fire. Her front side was warm due to the fire, but her back was frozen. As she opened her eyes, she spotted Magna poking at a fire in a pit. When Magna spotted Sol moving, he gave her a small smile and wrapped a cloth around her.

"Hey, you feeling ok? I know getting hit in the head by a metal crate is gonna mess with ya a bit, but I hope you're not too messed up."

Sol squinted at Magna. Why was he being nice? In her life, men were never like this. They were all bark and no bite. But Magna was different. He seemed to represent men as they were portrayed in stories. He was very kind and chivalrous. Sol's mouth didn't seem to catch up with her mind, because she gave Magna a nasty answer that she immediately regretted.

"I'm fine. I could've done fine without you. All you men are worthless. I would recover better without you."

Magna frowned, although this frown was more hurt than anger. "Well, damn. Sorry I tried helping you to make sure you didn't die. Unfortunately, I can't leave you until we finish our mission."

Sol wanted to say something, but she was sure her mouth would betray her, so she said nothing. Magna tossed a fewn more sticks into the fire before sitting back.

"Why do you hate men anyway? It's not as if we choose our genders before we're born, so it's not fair to hate us for something we can't control, ya know?"

Sol wrapped the blanket closer to her. "I...I've never had a single positive experience with any man. When I was little, all the men in my village boasted about everything with nothing to back it up. The boys my age were the same. They treated me like a delicate flower that needed to be protected. When the time came for them to protect my village, they ran away like cowards. I stood my ground and fought, but the attackers overpowered me. Luckily, the Blue Rose Knights showed up in time and Captain Charlotte saved me. Ever since then, all the men I've met or worked with have been the same sad, disappointing losers."

So that's why she's so loyal to her captain and her squad. I'd be the same way if I was in her shoes. "Well, that really sucks. I'm gonna be honest, I was kinda the same way for a portion of my youth, but a great old man whipped me into shape to become the man I am today."

"Old man?" Sol echoed.

Magna nodded. "Yeah. There's a neighboring village which I used to invade all the time. But each time, the chief of the village gave me a lesson I'd never forget. Unfortunately, I was a little punk that ignored the lessons and did the same stupid things over again. But I learned and grew into a better person."

"You're not like that anymore..."

Magna removed his sunglasses and glanced up to the sky. Sol was immediately drawn in to his eyes. "I get that you don't like guys like you described, but not all guys are like that. I could give you my squad as an example. My best bud Luck, why he's a battle freak that thinks about nothing else other than fighting. Gauche, he's just creepily obsessed with his sister. He's recently started to warm up to the rest of us. Gordon, he's real quiet and creepy, but he's a real sweet guy that wants the best for everyone. Captain Yami is a manly as they come. He doesn't care about how strong or weak you are, or who you are or where you came from. If you can grow stronger, you're cool in Yami's eyes. And little Asta, or as I like to call him, Rasta. He the manliest of all of us. He fights to protect people without a single thought about himself. I may call myself a man, but lil' Rasta's the real man here. What I'm trying to say is not all guys are bad. As the old saying goes, "Don't judge a book by its cover." Sure, there's always guys out there who are jackasses, but if you get to know us, you'll discover that we're not all that bad."

Magna drew in a deep breath after his little speech. He was right. All Sol had done her whole life was judge men based on how she had experienced them throughout her earlier years. If she could get to know guys, maybe she might find one who's not so bad. Sol ended that train of thought as she glanced over at Magna. He's a short punk with glasses, but he's not so bad. I guess becoming friends with him isn't the worst thing in the world.

#black clover #magna swing #sol marron #magna x sol

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bokunohero-writings · 4 years

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44 with sero pls?

Yes yes yes! I love Sero and writing for him makes me so happy sol I’ll gladly do so!!!! I am so excited to do this thanks for the request!!

Prompt: “Is that my shirt?”

Sero Hanta

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The sun tiredly rose, and though the shutters of the curtain you could see the light slowly beginning to pour into the room, making the warm orange and brown tones giving off a peaceful aura. The citrus smell of the lemongrass plant next to the bed only accentuated by the burning of incense which could only mean that Sero was already awake. Still, you turned around with the false hope of seeing him lying next to you, searching for his presence only to find empty space beside you. You sat down on the edge of the mattress and rubbed your eyes, adjusting to the morning showers of gold.

The week had been pretty uneventful, it was already Friday and your friends of class 1A had been unbelievably busy due to the training they had to undergo in order to be able to get their provisional licenses. You were proud of the effort that was put onto their improvement, however you couldn’t help but miss the shenanigans they always managed to pull you into. Most of all you couldn’t help but miss spending time with Sero, maybe that is what coerced you to escape to his room in the middle of the night, lying next to his sleeping form only to feel him pull you close to his body before drifting away.

Your eyes focused on a paper lying on the desk next to a neat pile of notebooks, you stretched your arms out before standing up and grabbing the quickly scribbled note. You smiled as you noticed a messy sketch of your boyfriend, he was making a kissy face while winking, you could just imagine him sending you a kiss from across the room.

Morning gorgeous I am sorry I could not stay any longer, but I didn’t want to wake you up. Thanks for staying with me tonight It was super sweet! Even if you do drool when you sleep.

Signed: Number one hero and number one in your heart

You chuckled lightly, but still you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing, you just hoped the two of you could be together soon. Your eyes scanned the room around you, all seemed too much familiar by now; the get toghethers with his friends, the dinner dates and the late nights lying on the hammock laughing together about nothing and everything all the same; heart warming up at the thought. Your eyes landed on the open drawers of his chest, and just then you noticed how he had actually left in a rush, his pijama shorts lying on the hammock and shutters half open.

You decided to help him organize a bit, not that the room was an utter mess but you just knew he’s arrive tired after training and you could only imagine how the last thing he would like to do was tidy up. Making the bed and letting the light in were the first chores you finished, only to fix his drawers at last. You folded his shorts neatly and stuffed them on the topmost drawer. Just as you were about to close the one he had left open you stared at the piece of clothing that was lying on the top, a cream colored shirt with yellow accents on the bottom and collar, and short bell style sleeves that ended just above the elbow for obvious reasons. He had been wearing it yesterday, you could recall seeing it on the floor next to the bed just before you made yourself comfortable. Hesitating only a little you grabbed the shirt and pressed it close to your nose, confirming that it was still soaked by his scent, tangy orange and smoky cinnamon incense.

You slipped it over your shoulders, the collar wide enough to wear it one shoulder off, and then you put a pair of black jeans on. Stepping in front of the mirror you were glad to notice that you could pull it off as one of your shirts and maybe no one would notice but you, which is exactly what you were looking for. A whiff of his scent reaching your nose once more, making your beam as you closed the door that led to his room.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Sero wiped a bead of sweat that was running down his forehead as he slipped on his usual white shirt, stuffing the hero outfit inside his locker. He let out a huff of air before smiling and turning his neck just enough for it to crack, then stretching his hands up.

“You done?” Denki elbowed him on the side, making him cough.

“Yeah! Just a little rattled up after today, sure it was productive! I did managed some pretty impressive tactics if I do say so myself” He wiggles his eyebrows at his blonde haired friends

“What do you mean today? The whole week has been exhausting!” Kaminari huffed, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

“I know! But hey I can defenetely see everyone improving, I know we will kick the provisional licence exam’s ass!”

The two boys left the building, and it had just come to notice that there was still some time before the sun began to set, meaning that they had been excuse earlier than usual.

“Time really does feel different inside doesn’t it?” Kaminari spoke, not noticing that his friend had fallen behind, smiling seemingly at nothing.

“Hey Denki! I’ll see you later, or maybe tomorrow, if Aizawa comes to the dorms tell him I’m already asleep!” The boy shouted to his friend who had now one eyebrow cocked watching as Sero ran off waving. He chuckled, shrugging, knowing fully well where his friend was headed with such excitement.

“Sure thing!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sero hadn’t noticed how tall the dorm buildings truly were, and maybe he was entirely too tired already to pull off the stunt he had planned without hurting himself. He wanted to surprise you, as you had been absolutely the best, helping him out and showing him support the last few weeks in which he had been admittedly absent due to hero work.

Now there he was, sitting on the edge of your building, just a few floors above your window. He wanted to drop by and spend some time with you, but he wanted to make it special, make you happy, hell, he might even hear your beautiful laugh.

The thought of him making you smile filled him with the courage needed, he stood up and bracing himself he walked off the edge backwards, the inicial pull of gravity making his heart slightly somersault as it usually did. Swiftly he managed to shoot tape just a little over the edge, and he stretched his legs to land sideways on the wall, barely missing the first window, had he stepped on it he would be sent flying inside a stangers room. He smiled triumphantly, abseiling down your building before stopping right outside your window.

A loud thud distracted you from your homework, you furrowed your brows thinking it might have been an unfortunate bird at your window, but when you turned your head to check your heat stopped at the sight of someone outside.

Your heartbeat was fast and you felt a chill down your back, but as the feet dropped down you could now recognise a very familiar boy right outside your room. You walked over, thoroughly confused, and Sero waved at you when he noticed you approach him.

You let your shoulders relax and immediately your frown turned into a smile, and you let out a chuckle as you thew open the window, pulling your boyfriend inside.

Sero fell in your carpet, almost gracefully, almost, as he lost balance and ended up lying on the floor. However before he could stand you sat on lay on top of him, pressing soft kisses on his cheeks before sitting on his stomach.

“You scared me you goof!”

“You seem pretty happy about it tho” He chuckled, looking at you with adoring eyes, right then and there he could swear you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and the way your eyes sparkled as you smile just took his breath away. Suddenly he furrowed his brows as he inspected your outfit and he couldn’t even attempt to hide the cocky smile that was now plastered on his face.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked, recognising it as the one he had just been wearing the day before, which only meant you had been strolling about your day wearing something that was so obviously his.

“It is...sorry, I just missed you” You felt slight heat on your cheeks at him noticing and the way he looked at you, with such love, only helped to get you all flustered up even more.

“I like it...I love you” He chuckled

“I love you too, Hanta”

#bnha #sero hanta #sero imagines #sero x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #hanta sero #sero scenarios

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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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chapter 25 of don’t read the last page is here!

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[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

september 21st

It was, to be frank, not the sort of wedding Anna had dreamed of growing up. For one thing, she didn’t even have any white clothes left that fit; for another, the courthouse still sort of smelled like lemon Pine-Sol.

But her sister was there to walk her in, though there wasn’t really an aisle, and Honey and Ryder and Sven and Kristoff’s parents and siblings were all grinning from ear to ear-- well, crying and blowing her nose, in Bulda’s case-- and she did at least have the bouquet of sunflowers that was her one non-negotiable.

One thing, though, was the same thing-- same person-- she had always imagined, and when he blinked back tears as he slid the ring onto her finger she couldn’t help but think of her teenaged self scribbling furiously in her diary about how she’d wear a ballgown and he’d wear a tux and there’d be sunflowers and confetti and doves--

“I do,” Kristoff said, his voice thick with emotion, and really, that was all that mattered.

“Me, too,” she replied, without even thinking, and when he grinned in response as the officiant chuckled, she knew he was thinking the same.

---

october 17th

Kristoff came home from the clinic and found Anna sitting on the edge of their bed, staring off into space. “Everything okay, baby?”

She nodded. “Just...thinking about the premiere again. They sent the dress over again, said they tailored it for how big I’ll be in a couple weeks. And the doctor said it’s okay. I mean, he wants me to come in the day before, just to make sure, but…”

Anna bit her lip, waiting for a reply. A familiar flicker of protective, instinctive worry flared in his chest, but Kristoff held his tongue and waited for it to settle, the way he’d learned was-- especially now-- so important to making sure she felt heard.

And she kept quiet; he knew she was fighting the urge to ramble to fill the silence, to try and convince him of something before he’d even said he might disagree.

They were still learning, and from what his mother had told him, he knew they still would be for the rest of their lives. And of course there were still the silly arguments over what to watch on TV (usually ending in them watching nothing at all and instead kissing on the sofa while an alien show played in the background) and who was snoring louder (Anna, these days because of the strange poses she struck to try and sleep) and who had eaten the last of the pretzels (which usually ended with them both realizing it’d happened while they were watching the aforementioned alien shows).

But the big things, the ones that mattered-- they were careful, now, more than ever, to make sure that fight was never quite the right word for what transpired.

Kristoff sat beside her, taking her hand. “I mean, there’s no point in me explaining all the things that could go wrong, is there?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I promise, I’ve thought about all of them pretty much, like, nonstop,” she said, and he squeezed her hand in response.

Anna’s gaze drifted over to the emerald green dress hanging on the back of the closet door. Kristoff watched her for a moment before saying softly, “But you still want to go.”

She nodded, biting her lip again.

“Can I ask why it feels this important to you?”

He looked over and saw tears were beginning to sparkle in her eyes. “What if this is my only shot, Kris?”

“Your only shot at what?”

“At getting to do something like this. What if I never get a big movie part again? Or what if the baby comes, and I just decide to only be a mom and never act again? And it’s like...I’m not angry about it or anything, you know? Like I love him, and I love you, but this is still...it’s still what I’ve been working for my whole life. And all the shit I put up with filming this, and the stuff with Hans...part of me feels like it’ll be for nothing if I don’t go. And I know that’s stupid, but--”

“Not stupid,” Kristoff interrupted, and she sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “It makes perfect sense.”

“I know it’s, like, scary to think that I could just go into labor on the red carpet. And maybe I’m a bad mom for even--”

“Anna. Don’t even think that, okay?”

She sniffled, and he lifted his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. “You’re allowed to be more than a mom,” he said as she leaned into him. “And you’re allowed to want things for yourself, especially really big important things like this. And I want them for you, too.”

“I know it makes you nervous, though,” she said softly. “That something would go wrong.”

“I’ve been nervous about that the whole time. But it’s up to you, baby. Well-- you and the doctor, I guess, but if he says you’re in the clear…”

She tilted her head to kiss his shoulder. “And it’s only for the red carpet bit. No way am I sitting through a three hour movie in a ballgown. Which, speaking of--”

She hopped up and waddled towards the bathroom, and Kristoff couldn’t help but laugh as he called after her, “Guess I ought to see if my suit from New Year’s still fits, eh?”

---

november 1

“Feels kind of full circle, don’t you think?” Anna mused as Honey carefully swiped blush onto her cheeks.

“What does?” Kristoff asked from where he was seated in the recliner, nervously fiddling with his cufflinks.

“I mean, a year ago today is when my first movie dropped, and now today is my first red carpet premiere.”

“Oh, shit, it’s only been a year?”

Anna giggled. “You’re telling me. I feel like I’ve already been pregnant that long.”

Honey rolled her eyes. “Hold still, Anna.”

“Sorry, sorry! Thanks again for doing this, by the way. I know it had to’ve been a pain in the ass for you to get ready so early and then come all the way up here.”

Her friend shrugged as she sorted through her stacks of highlighters. “More of a pain in the ass if someone who doesn’t know your face like I do messed you up. And anyway, you know the real reason I agreed to this. Come on, spill the beans.”

“I thought Anna was kidding about bribing you with that,” Kristoff said, raising his eyebrows. “I mean, we didn’t even tell Sven yet.”

“She was not kidding, but I think you’ll see my work is worth the price. C’mon, Anna, turn around and show the husband how gorgeous you look.”

She did so, and his eyes went wide. “Oh, shit.”

“Good oh shit?” Anna asked nervously.

Honey snorted. “Do you really have to ask that when it’s me doing this? Turn back and let me do your lipstick.”

Anna held still as Honey carefully daubed the scarlet shade they’d settled on together onto her lips. “So, since Anna’s occupied at the moment...what’d you guys pick?”

“Well, we were trying to find something to watch one night, and we both have the same favorite kids’ movie, and it just happened to be on, so we--”

“I didn’t ask for the story, Bjorgman. What are you naming my nephew?”

He grinned. “Milo.”

---

God, Anna had always been gorgeous, but the color of her gown made her hair gleam even more than usual, and Honey had done just enough makeup to bring out her eyes without hiding the way she was glowing these days-- shit, he’d thought that was just something books said, but--

There was a tug at his sleeve. “Kristoff? Did you hear me?”

He blinked, startled. “What?”

Anna smirked, well aware of what had been distracting him. “Hans just got here. Casey says two more minutes, then we’re up. She says that’s the perfect amount of time to make sure we completely upstage him.

He whistled. “Damn. Do you think Lena would have ever come up with something like that?”

“Absofuckinglutely not.” She grinned and set a hand on the side of her belly. “I think Milo’s excited, too.”

Kristoff laughed and set his hand next to hers; sure enough, there came a brief volley of kicks against the palm of his hand. “As long as you stay in there for a little while longer, buddy, kick all you want.”

“Easy for you to say,” Anna muttered. “Oh-- she just texted again. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he said as she signalled the chauffeur to open her door.

Kristoff had to admit he was a little bit awestruck at just how gracefully she managed to emerge from the limo; he nearly tripped over his own feet, and he wasn’t even thirty-seven weeks pregnant.

He was by her side immediately, setting a hand on the small of her back, and not a moment too soon; it was as if their arrival was some kind of signal for the hundreds of photographers and reporters and celebrities and fans to all turn at once, Hans Westergaard and all his bullshit entirely forgotten.

“By the way,” Anna whispered as they began to walk towards the crowd, “if you hold my hand, Casey says to make sure it’s the right one.”

“What? Why?”

“So people can still see my rings in the pictures,” she said, putting on her best movie star smile as the first reporter reached them.

The next hour or so passed in a blur; they stayed well away from the crowd of fans at the doctor’s advice-- “never know how handsy they’ll get, you know”-- but it still felt a bit like getting swarmed with what felt like every reporter in LA dying to find out more about the sudden wedding and the impending arrival and whether or not Anna thought she’d get an Oscar nod for her part.

She answered every question with grace and charm, and Kristoff did his best to make sure his smile didn’t turn into a grimace, even when a cameraman stepped on the hem of Anna’s skirt.

The reporters left him alone for the most part, until one of them turned suddenly to him and asked, “So, Kristoff, how does it feel to be the internet’s boyfriend?”

“The...what?”

The reporter grinned and held up his phone, showing him a series of memes. He squinted, trying to make sense of it all as Anna held back a laugh. “You’re built like a brick shithouse and you hold puppies for a living. What’s not to love?”

“Um,” he stammered, looking to Anna for guidance.

“What my husband means to say,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “is that he’s flattered. And I for one am very grateful I managed to snatch him up before he became such a big star.”

They said their goodbyes quickly after that, and as they continued moving down the red carpet, Kristoff leaned down and muttered, “When were you going to tell me I was the internet’s boyfriend, huh?”

“When you figured out what Instagram was so you could find all the stan accounts for yourself.”

“The...what?”

She giggled and squeezed his hand. “Just smile and wave, honey. And think about the Taco Bell we’re getting after this.”

#two chapters to go after this #drtlp #kristanna #my fics

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The Loyalty of a Bandit ~ Chapter One.

Summary: Solar Bandit was an Orphan since the age of Five. She now lived her life pick pocketing and stealing to make ends meet. Ryder has been there for her since before she can remember, they were tied to each other and made a packed to marry one day. But what happens when she steals from a charming pilot in the Cantina and he changes her life forever.

Character pairing: Poe Dameron/OC character. Warnings: probably mild language. If this chapter does well, then I’ll be writing the rest of the chapters before sharing. If you would like to be tagged let me know, I will start a tagging list <3 Enjoy.

Solars outfit. (Source: Pintrest) ____________________________________________________________

“Where are you going?”

I walked out of my room and headed towards the door, picking up my long coat off the back of a chair as I walked past.

“Out.” I snapped.

“I swear Solar if you bring those Storm troopers to my door again, you’re out.”

I open the door but turned to look back at Frieda who was in her favourite chair slumped by the fire. This is where you’d always find her, she was the typical grumpy old women. She even had the straw grey hair that sat in a bun atop of her head. I wouldn’t say she was a guardian of sorts but she owned the little room I slept in, so she was more of a landlord. I’d been here since I was five years old when my parents were mysteriously murdered and I become an orphan.

That’s when I turned to stealing, pick pocketing you name it. I did whatever it took to survive, at least the experience had given me a hard exterior. I’d learnt to fight and protect myself. It paid to keep the roof over my head, Frieda was kind enough women but at the first opportunity to kick me out I think she would she would take it in a heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I shut the door, putting my hood up and scarf over my mouth. The streets were dusty, the sand could get everywhere imaginable but I’d learnt to cover up well. This kept the dust out and kept the harmful sun off my skin.

I headed down the hill towards the hanger, I was hoping that Ryder would have finished repairs on the old abandoned X-Wing. The resistance was something of a mystery to us, I don’t think anyone on this planet has seen a resistance fighter. Unfortunately we’d seen way too many First Order troops. So where the X-Wing had come from was unknown, but it was exciting.

“How’s it going Ry, any progress?” I propped myself on his cluttered desktop, however many times I’d tidied it when bored. Ryder always managed to get it to the same level of messy. I should learn my lesson and just leave it alone, but it was something to do during evenings I spent in here while he worked on machines.

He emerged from behind the wing wiping his hands on a old rag. “Nearly finished actually, wasn’t as torn up as I thought.”

He smiled at me sweetly and walking his way over to where I’d perched. Ryder was tall, probably about 6’1. He had dusty blonde medium length hair and a toned physique. But my favourite part had always been the ocean blue eyes. I looked up as he approached and looked into them smiling at how beautiful he was. I handed him his flask that sat next to me, he stood just in front of me his thighs touching my knees.

“Thanks Sol.” He chugged nearly the whole flask before continuing. “You going to the cantina?” He put the flask back where it belonged on the workstation then put his hand on my knee.

“Unfortunately yes, rents due soon.” I made a sad puppy face. I didn’t like stealing from people, I always carried a wave of guilt when I did. But I also liked food, water and keeping myself alive.

He just chuckled at me, stroking my cheek. “Well be careful, I need you back to me in once piece.” He smiled, kissing the top of my head. He moved back towards the X-Wing.

I hopped down, saluting him. “Yes, Sir, You get that X-wing ready for tomorrow. I’m excited to take it out for a spin!”

“Yes ma’am. She’ll be ready for you.” I just giggled and waved to him, he just waved his rag at me.

I skipped out of the hanger making my way over the dune to the old Cantina with a smile on my face. Ryder had been my only friend for many years now, we had made a pact to get married seen as it had just been us for so long. We felt like we kind of owed it to each other to stick together seen as we’d come this far. I definitely loved him, at least I think I did. I hadn’t really been exposed to relationships, only being around Ryder.

He was a brilliant mechanic, his talents were being wasted on this dull planet. The amount of craft he’d fixed up in record time always amazed me. He’d even let me take out the ones he’d found and fixed up, flying was an escape from this place. It was also comforting to know I could fly us out of here if we ever needed to escape.

As I entered the cantina I stood leaning against the back wall, starting to scope the tables and stools for my first victim. This was the routine flirt a little, bat the eyelashes and when they were totally sucked in mess with them a little while taking all the precious goods they had idly left in their deep pockets. They would be none the wiser. It wasn’t anything genius or complex, I was no spy. But I had yet to be caught out, I’d had one close call in the thirteen years I’d been at it.

I was scanning over the bar stools when a man with curly hair grabbed my attention, he had his back to me but the expensive looking leather jacket set jackpot bells off in my head.

“Bingo.”

I slowly made my way to the empty stool next to him, lowering my voice. “Is this seat taken?” I pointed down to it.

He placed his glass down, turning to look at me. To say he was a little taken a back that someone was talking to him would be a big understatement.

He was silent so I looked at him properly. Dam he was beautiful. He had a head full of curls, warm chocolate eyes and honey toned skin. I nearly turned and walked away, this man was most certainly too stunning to rob. I quickly shook my head that was nonsense I wasn’t going to start giving people special treatment just because god clearly made him his favourite. You either rob him or you live on the streets, you can’t be picky I told myself.

“No.” He spoke finally. His voice was deep but calming. He smiled at me, I had to sit down before my legs turned to jelly. “Please, join me.”

Taking a deep breath I sat, reminding myself that I had Ryder waiting for me back at the hanger. But this guy was so hypnotising.

“What brings you here?” He ordered me a drink.

“Just got off work, I needed a pick me up. But then I saw you sitting here by yourself.” I said thanking the barman as he handed me my glass.

I turned my body in the stool so that I could face the stranger to see him better.

“How did you know I was alone?” He turned as well resting one arm on the bar, He was still smiling at me, It was almost blinding.

“Well are you here with someone?” I raised my eyebrow at him sipping on my drink I crossed one of my legs over the other. My knee rested against his thigh.

He looked down where our bodies now barley touched and slowly said. “No.”

“Then you’re here alone.” I downed the rest of my drink while he stared at me with a mixed look of confusion and interest.

I just laughed. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, now if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” He pointed at me with his glass in hand and took a swig.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders shuffling a little more forward. “Maybe I like putting myself in danger.” I said even lower.

Now it was his turn to look surprised. I gauged his reaction for a second and then I just laughed, licking my lips.

“I’m joking I swear. But seriously, I’ve never seen you around here before. You look different from all the other deadbeat ass holes in this place.” I looked around the room, nothing different from most nights.

He shook his head, smirking like it was the best compliment in the world. “Just passing through.” He stated simply.

I eyed him suspiciously as he downed the rest of his drink and slammed it lightly onto the bar. I looked at the glass then back to his face to find him studying me.

“What?”

“What’s your name?” He said so quietly that I almost didn’t catch it.

“I don’t think we’re quite on first name basis yet.” Both his eyebrows shot up. “You could be with the First Order for all I know, I don’t need someone like that knowing my name.”

He laughed. “I promise you, I’m quite the opposite. What do I have to do to earn knowing your name?”

I stood up slowly, his eyes never left my face.

I was so thankful for how dark the cantina was, I’d never been this flushed during a routine thieving. I moved to stand directly in front of him, I leaned over and whispered in his ear as calm as I could.

“The next time you’re passing by. Come find me and I’ll tell you how.” I placed my hand on his arm, a wave of heat shot up to my elbow. I trailing my hand up to his shoulder. I slowly started walked away patting him lightly before heading to the exit.

I waited until I got round the corner and out of sight before looking down at the metal object, it looked expensive. Expensive enough to pay my rent for two months. But why did I feel so bad about it? A quick thought of going back and explaining, apologising to him crossed my mind but it was only there for a brief second. But I felt a pull to this man.

I knew that I had no time to dwell on it I had to kept going, I turned down a gloomy alley way but got an instant feeling that someone was behind me.

I hadn’t even got halfway down when the feeling became intense, suddenly I was pushed face first into the wall.

“Ouch! hey! get off of me!” I wiggled but the grip they had on me was tight.

“I thought you were a good girl.”

I scrunched my face up in annoyance, it was the guy from the cantina.

“I can explain, I swear.” I tried to fight his grip so I could turn to him.

“Think were a little past that sweetheart.” He leaned into my ear.

I pushed back a little harder gathering some strength from somewhere, that or the fighting skills I had taught myself where finally kicking in. When the man stumbled a little I took the chance, kicked back making him fall to the ground.

I slumped forward down the wall but managed to get my bearings pushing myself off the wall with my hands, I started to run again. I didn’t get far though as he caught my arm, pulling me back.

This time my chest was pinned up against his, he held my arms firm behind my back.

“Tut tut.” He shook his head. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

He started to search my person, most likely for the object. “Do you mind? You’re violating my personal space.”

He finally found it in the pocket of my side bag. He brought it up in front of my face observing it. “Well you violated my personal space first sweetheart.” He smirked at me. “All this over one little object.”

I just rolled my eyes slowly and sighed. “That little object could keep me alive for two months. What would it do for you pretty boy.”

I stared at his chest so I didn’t have to look at his eyes. He decided to ignore my comment. “You know I should be mad, but honestly I’m kind of impressed.”

My eyes shot up to his, I gave him a confused look.

“I honestly would have never noticed it missing, that’s if the guy I was giving it too hadn’t of shown up early. Low and behold it was no longer there. You were the only person who had been that close to me.” He looked over my face. “Normally I’m sharper than this.”

“Did I catch you on a off day?” I tried to pull away again but he pulled me back tighter to his chest.

He looked around us then looked back into my eyes. “I want you to come with me.”

He started to move us but I pulled him to a stop, our chests clashing again. “Go with you where. How can I trust you, I don’t even know who you are. Are you taking me to get arrested, because I promise you I’ll put up a good fight.”

“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you stole from me Darling. But no I’m not taking you to the authorities.”

I grinded my jaw, he was right. I put myself in his position how the hell was I going to get out of it.

“Then where are you taking me.” I stood my ground as he tried to make me walk.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way. You’re a smart girl, I advise you to listen to me.”

He let go of me and stepped back, I stared at him confused. He was letting me decide, was I going to follow him nicely or was I going to try run. He really wasn't expecting me not to try right? I turned to run the other way but again he was faster, grabbing my arm and then my shoulders.

“I’m sorry but you brought it upon yourself”

Brought what upon myself?

Soon his hands on my shoulders got tighter it dug into my skin, I tried to shuffle away but his grip was too tight.

I stared to loosing consciousness, taking a deep breath. The last thing I remember was falling backwards into his chest and him picking me up bridal style.

#poe dameron #star wars #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #Oscar Isaac #Poe #OC #Fanfiction #poe dameron x reader

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Daddy’s Home Pt.1: The Pull UP

Okay so ya’ll gonna trip off of this one HERE. Thanks to my girl @hdkween I had to do it man i had to!!!!!!

Summary: Erik serves seven years of his ten year sentence, getting out on good behavior to finally teach his girl who left him almost four years ago a lesson (A NASTY LESSON) *tehee*

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+) This is long, and nasty, and just badddd yall. If I haven’t tagged you please let my ass know because everytime i make a tag list i loose it lmao!

Mariposa County Jail.

That’s where she visited now. From her understanding, it was very strict. She got a further warning from her good friend Brianna, who had an ex-boyfriend there that she visited often.

“Girlllll, I'm just gonna warn you now, you can forget all the treats you could sneak in at the other jail, and paying off some of those crooked officers to fuck in the bathroom, NOPE. No bending the rules or you’ll be staying there too.”

Upon arrival there, Callie couldn’t even park and leave her 2015 Infiniti Q50 without some correctional officers approaching her vehicle to check it. She clutched her Pink tote bag, an attitude etched within her pretty brown features as she watched them attack her car, never missing an inch of space. After about ten minutes, they finally lifted from her vehicle, turning to escort her into the Institution.

It seemed they really wanted to be cautious, because now Callie had to go through a metal detector, also having to send her bag down the conveyor belt to get checked by a women correctional officer. Callie was used to this part, having to be searched before she entered, but not as extensive as her car.

She even received instructions before coming here to not wear similar colors that resemble that of the inmates. They wore blue from head to toe, so she wore an all black Pink tracksuit with her curly hair up in a simple top knot bun. After going through check out, Callie had to sign some forms, handing over her ID, stating her name, and date of birth.

“Callie Demetria Carter, 4/4/90.”

“Visiting?” The boring officer asked, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him, the balding patch of thin hair on his pale head giving her a view she would normally laugh at if it wasn’t for her already overgrowing irritation.

“Erik Stevens.” Erik Stevens, graduate at MIT who took on the job as a hacker instead of an engineer.

At that the officer went to pull out a stack of visitors lists, finally finding Erik’s, scanning to see. Callie had always been curious to know who else visited Erik, her eyes staring through the thick panel of glass, squinting them to make out more than one name scribbled there.

“Alright, let's go. Leave all personal belongings here, and follow these few officers through that door to the phone room.”

Callie never had to visit Erik in a phone room. She always came to see him at the other institution in a wide open room where all inmates came to see their visitors whether it be friends, family, or even enemies. Callie tried to block out the image of the one visitor who sat next to her, the prisoner stabbing their neck repeatedly, before doing the same to themselves. Callie had nightmares about that for nearly a two months.

Finally lifting from the chair, Callie walked empty-handed as she allowed the slow swinging doors to close. It was a long dimly lit hallway, the sounds of her vans walking across the shiny hardwood flooring that had the smell of pine sol wafting from it. She gripped the zipper of her tracksuit hoodie tightly, her expression hardened.

Callie avoided her last visit to see Erik for reasons she didn’t want to bring up. She supposed Erik needed time to adjust here as well because he had transferred to this Institution for his own safety. Erik literally owned the last prison he stayed in called San Quentin State Prison. Erik had the warden and the correctional officers eating out the palm of his hand, he even had his own cell in a secluded area of the prison from the other inmates. That alone earned a lot of hate and jealousy towards him.

Callie remembers visiting Erik in the earlier stages of his arrest, face bruised purple and red from fighting, he even walked out with his orange jumpsuit undone, a bandage on his broad chest from an attempt stabbing in the courtyard:

“E! What the fuck?!” Callie wanted to cry.

“Aye! I told you, I got this. Don’t go wasting your tears on me. You got the weed right?” Callie’s somber expression turned to that of annoyance as she pulled out the plastic bag full of kush, his special kush that he smoked in jail to keep him level headed, especially if he planned on getting out on good behavior.

“Thanks, baby, you like my little Bonnie, always holding me down.”

Callie’s attention was brought back to the present as the doors to the phone room opened, revealing a long stainless steel counter sealed off by a thick pane of glass separated by a wall between each visiting area, a rusty black phone for the visitor and the prisoner to use, and hard plastic chairs. From the way this was set up, there would be no more weed for Erik and no more quick sex sessions. Callie finally takes her seat at the instructed area, pulling her chair close and pressing her elbows firm on the counter in front of her. As if on cue, the correctional officer on the other side of the glass opened the door, a buzz sounding out as awe transformed her face.

There, standing at 6’3 220 lbs with little beady beads in his hair, unkempt facial hair, and crisp blue pants with a matching top was Erik himself. Callie felt a blush creep up her face, all of the memories with this man flooding her brain again, giving the wicked imagery that she wasn’t prepared for. Adjusting herself in her seat, Callie clears her throat, trying her best to stare into the eyes of her incarcerated boyfriend, clear resentment festering within him. Callie couldn’t lie, she felt fear in her belly, even through the thick glass. Erik kicks back the chair, settling with a loud thump of the chains around his wrists, body slouched and eyes cold with fury. Callie took a chance to look around her, nerves a damn wreck before picking up the dirty phone, bringing it to her ear slowly. She motioned with a lift of her chin for Erik to pick up his phone, watching him snatch it up with so much aggression, fear churned in her stomach.

Callie could hear him breathing, his chest from what she could see rapidly moving as if he were suffocating on his rage.

“Hi E, how you been baby?” Callie licked at her dry lips. She waited for him to respond for what felt like a minute, the fingers on his right hand tapping at the counter deathly slow.

“I heard some things.” That's all he had to say to her, no hi princess, no wassup baby girl, no you miss me, just THAT. Callie felt disrespected, the number of times she would visit his ungrateful ass, and that’s all he had to say.

“Oh? So no hi how are you? No hey baby girl, wassup love, nothing?” She grimaced.

“Are you gonna confirm what I heard?” he gave her a dirty look with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ll entertain your rude ass since that’s what you clearly want me to do.” Callie seemed to have forgotten how aggravating her boyfriend could be.

“Word on the street is, my girl entertaining some other nigga.” Callie’s expression closed up, her fingers fidgeting while her eyes landed on a vein popping out the side of his neck.

“Wassup? You can’t speak?” Erik whispers with rage, his jaw tight and eyes bloodshot. He leans closer, his face almost pressing against the glass.

“It ain’t even like that.” She felt small. Callie felt like everyone in that room could hear what was going on.

“It ain’t even like that huh?! From my understanding, you let this nigga into my place, fucked this nigga in my bed?” He laughs.

“Erik chill out. I came all this way to see you.” She started to feel her anger stab at her brain.

“I’m finna break this MOTHERFUCKING glass.” Erik brings a single finger to the glass, stabbing it.

“I’m growing hella tired of the games Callie. You wanna stop with all that playing and tell me what’s really going on?” Callie’s leg fidgeted under the table, her eyes closed. She was afraid to even tell him anything from the reaction she was receiving right now.

“Fine! I met someone.” Callie nibbles on her fingers, her eyes wavering. He just sat there, immobilized with fury, his eyes deranged and a look as if he’d been slapped.

“You wanna run that shit by me again?!” The spit from his mouth hit the glass.

“I-I met a guy, his name is Lamont. We hung out a few times, and I invited him over. We kissed and he felt me up a little but that’s it! That’s all I didn’t let him hit I sware on my life!” Callie fucked up, she knew she fucked up. Erik had friends in AND out of jail. Callie briefly wondered besides his lawyer, were there others who would report things to him? She felt stupid.

“You stupid or what? You really thought you could fuck with another nigga while I was away? Especially since you’re MINES. What you thought I wasn’t gonna find out? I can’t believe your little simple ass.” He could taste the blood on his tongue from his rage. Erik pounded his fist on the counter, causing one of the correctional officers to approach behind him.

Callie rubbed angrily at her face, tears that she didn’t want nor needed, falling. She put up with Erik’s jailbird ass long enough, four years in jail to be exact. Callie had a lot going for herself, a college degree in Health Science, a great job with benefits and a salary wage, she wanted to feel guilty, but why should she? Erik landed himself in jail for credit fraud on multiple counts for some stupid job she warned him not to take, now he was serving seven to ten years behind bars.

“Fuck this, I don’t feel sorry about shit,” Callie yells, her limbs shaking.

“So you don’t feel sorry for getting with some clown while I’m in jail!!!?” Erik yells back into the phone.

“No, I don’t E. I feel like I deserve more than this arrangement we have going on.” Callie could see the hurt in his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

“What this punk nigga got that I don’t have?!” Erik smirks deviously then, his eyes low and predatory.

“Freedom.” Callie couldn’t believe she just said that.

“What a FUCKING SHAME. That’s all? Just freedom?”

“Freedom is better than dick Erik. Dick that you can’t sling behind bars.” Callie was on a roll. Did she know that from her words, she dug a deeper hole with Erik, but so? What could he do right? He was away for seven to ten years, by the time he got out she could be somewhere overseas living it up.

“You feel real tough on the other side of that glass. I’m giving you this one fucking warning Callie, DROP THAT NIGGA. Don’t look at him, don’t speak to him, don’t even breathe the same air as him.” with every word he spoke, he poked the glass so hard it shook.

“Erik, I’m tired of this shit. I’m sick of you trying to control me, I’m sick of coming up here with the same damn routine to see your sour ass, I’m TIRED! I’m fucking tired E.” Her eyes almost left her sockets as she spoke the words she’d been feeling for a while. Callie didn’t deserve this kind of lifestyle because of his mistakes.

“So WHAT?! You fucking leaving me?! What kind of girl of mines you supposed to be if you leaving me HUH?! Gon’ fucking dip out on me after all the shit I did for your ass. If the tables were turned you think I would do you dirty like this?! I can tell you now I WOULDN’T.” His voice was at its highest peak now, so deep and thunderous it earned the attention of practically everyone in that room.

“You are embarrassing right now! Calm your big ass down! You want the whole world to know our business?!!.” Callie scoots her seat back, lifting from her chair.

“Who the FUCK told you to exit! Were not fucking done Callie! I swear on EVERYTHING.”

“What?! Last time I checked I’m over here and YOUR over there!” Callie rolls her eyes at him, turning to leave with a middle finger to the sky.

Erik stands from his chair frantically, causing it to fall to the floor loudly. He snarls, nodding his head, pointing a warning finger to her retreating back as the officers lead her away.

“I’ll see you and that bitch ass NIGGA on the outside bruh!!!!!!” He felt the firm grip of the officers on his arms, causing him to laugh.

“Ain’t shit going on with me I’m GOOD.” Erik shakes them off. All he could see was her walking down that hallway, not even a backward glance.

“IT’S COOL BABY GIRL KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY WHEN I GET OUT!” Erik rubs at his nose, blinking his eyes rapidly while his fists clenched.

“Go ahead and bounce then Callie since you leaving.” He could feel his chains being pulled, his hurt face turning away from her blurred body as the officers lead him back to his shared cell.

Present Day: January 2019.

“Hey, Stevens!”

There were about four correctional officers headed towards his cell, the one leading the way going by the name of Johnson. All of them were big and intimidating, but none compared to Erik himself.

Standing at 6’3 246 lbs of thick muscle, body littered in tiny raised scars that represented each day he resided behind bars, skin a deep almond, hair in wild dreads that sat atop his head with a sharp temp-fade around the sides, bringing in the strong features that consisted of a broad nose, sharp brown eyes, wide lips that drew back into a snarl from the pull-ups he was currently doing, dark messy eyebrows, and teeth littered in gold.

“It’s showtime! Grab your stuff, were escorting you out.”

Erik drops down with a loud thud of his faded Timberlands against the smooth concrete of his cell, waking up his cellmate, causing him to groan. Erik gives Johnson a once over with his eyes, and a wicked smile before adjusting the drawstring to his pants, the fabric almost slipping from his waist to pool around his feet.

“It’s that time already Johnson? I thought my good behavior release didn’t start till next week on Wednesday?” Erik turns his chiseled back on Johnson and the others standing on the other side of his cell bars, walking over to his untidy bed, grabbing up the duffle he had already packed with some gear he definitely couldn’t fit anymore, throwing it over his shoulder.

“Where’s your shirt?” Johnson asked with annoyance.

“What’s the weather?” Erik looked up at the tiny window on the ceiling, the sun peeking through, staining his scared shoulders.

“It’s about 75 degrees.” Erik scuffs, pulling out a white long sleeve henley, throwing it on quick before walking up to the gate. Johnson begins to unlock it, Erik’s heart practically banging against his solid chest from how relieved he was to finally leave that shit hole. He served seven years of his sentence, SEVEN. He knew his lawyer would look out for him, the sexy bitch finally getting what she always wanted. The day Erik found out about his good behavior leave, his lawyer by the name of Marcia Grey requested to see him in private. Erik confused out of his mind showed up within that room to find Marcia in a tight nude bodycon skirt, with her white blouse undone giving him a full on view of her ample cleavage that begged to fall into his mouth. How many years has it been? Three years and eleven months since he had pussy? That’s about 1452 days. When he and Callie were together, they always had an arrangement of sex the four years before that, but since she called things off, Erik was left to beating his meat in hopes that the other prisoners couldn’t hear him.

Marcia made her intentions clear with Erik, that she wanted to fuck him in return for getting him his good behavior release. Erik didn’t have to be told twice, he lifted her up by the back of her thighs and fucked her a good two times, getting his nut in on that hard ass table. That was at least three months ago, now he really needed it craved it, and the only person to deliver that was Callie herself.

Callie Demetria Carter.

Could be Callie Demetria Stevens, She was lucky Erik loved her ass. He took his anger out on lifting weights, and punching bags, sometimes even racist prisoners who rubbed him the wrong way.

All that thinking, Erik hadn’t realized that the exit was inches away from him, the fresh air wafting his nose. FINALLY, no more smelling his cellmates shit in the middle of the night, no more quick showers because he wanted to avoid the homosexual prisoners who already gave him a look that made him want to break their faces in two, no more filling up on stale bread and ramen noodle hookups with tuna fish and eggs, and no more being pushed around by the crooked ass correctional officers.

Erik watched as Johnson opened the final gate to freedom, a car waiting for him ahead, HIS car, a 2018 NSX in electric blue.

“That’s you?!” Johnson was astonished.

“I might have been behind bars, but that doesn’t mean I ain’t got bank.”

Erik didn’t give a final farewell, walking up to his car, his good friend since childhood named Kendrick walking up to dab him up excitedly.

“Yee wassup big homie!” Kendrick pats Erik’s back.

“What’s good bro, YO, thanks for looking out for me while I was away, I owe you one big time.”

“That’s what friends are for right? You’re my nigga, of course, I was gonna look out for you.”

Erik practically runs to the drivers' side, itching to feel that leather on his back and smell that new car smell. Pulling off at 70 miles per hour, Erik starts talking business.

“My clean slate is already in progress from my understanding, I got some people in high places who owe me some favors.”

“AND, I found your girl, MISS CALLIE.” Kendrick clarifies.

“Is that RIGHT?” Erik’s grip on the steering wheel doesn’t go unnoticed, the leather making a loud crunching sound.

“YEP. she’s been dating that same nigga Lamont. Supposedly they’re going out tonight for a date, I think it’s RA Sushi on Lancaster Street.”

Erik’s irritation crackled.

He had something in store for her ass, just wait. He had a backup apartment where he did business that he could stay for a while, and then tonight he would pop up on Callie and her temporary nigga, serving up punishment by dick.

9:00 pm, Friday

“Look at you! You know how much I love RA Sushi.” Callie grabs Lamont's hand as he helps her out of his matte grey G Wagon, his hungry eyes never leaving Callie’s body. Tonight she wore a skin-tight camouflage bodycon dress, her lips painted a wine red, natural makeup on her face that brought out her hazel eyes, long hair done in soft curls, and her feet covered in nude So Kate red bottoms.

“I remember your love for Sushi Callie, figured we could start the night off right with dinner before we head over to the Hookah Bar.” Lamont stood at 6’1, a tall glass of chocolate milk with a bright white smile and chiseled features. His hair was shiny and black, blending perfectly with the fitted black sweater he wore and the dark wash denim of his jeans. He had a simple silver Rolex on his wrist with a silver rope chain, the smell of rosewood wafting her nose every time he took a step closer to her.

“Just hookah bar afterward? Nothing else you had in mind?” Lamont turned to her with a suggestive flicker of his thick black eyebrow, his lips turned up into a crooked smile.

“Callie you always want some damn dick.”

“What’s wrong with that? You telling me you don’t want to fuck?” Callie chuckles with a shocked look on her face. She never met a man who would turn down sex, especially if his women was ready and willing to provide that for him.

“OF COURSE I love fucking you Callie, but I was thinking tonight we could watch some movies, you know, get all boo’d up.” Callie actually scrunches her face at that. She hadn’t had the dick in about a week and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and watch movies? It was so foreign to her. As much as she hated to remember him, Erik never seized to please his women in AND out of the bed, that was before he got his ass locked up. Cali always wondered how he’d been holding up, sometimes thinking the worst, but she knew Erik could hold his own.

“Earth to Callie?” Callie hadn’t noticed her arrival in RA Sushi, standing in front of the hostess.

“Table for two right?” She asked all chipper.

“Yes, a booth near the window please,” Callie asked, watching as the hostess picked up two menus, escorting them to their table.

“You sure you good? You spaced out back there.” Lamont put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her soft arm, bringing her body flush against his.

“Yeah, you know how I can get, lost in my thoughts.” They both settled into their seats, Callie letting out a deep breath before opening her menu to appetizers.

“You sure you telling me everything?” Lamont squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Stop worrying about nothing and order us some appetizers! I was thinking we should share a bowl of ramen.” Lamont didn’t press her further, the waiter's arrival providing relief for her.

They both sat with glasses of water, undecided on what drinks they wanted with their chopsticks digging into the hot bowl of noodles, broth, beef, eggs, and veggies. Callie was so caught up in Lamont wiping some broth from the side of her mouth, that she hadn’t noticed the arrival of a special guest, but Lamont did.

“Can we help you brother?” Callie looks in the direction of Lamont's question to find THE ONE FUCKING PERSON SHE DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Callie screams in shock, jumping back in her booth seat, hitting her head against the brick wall. She whines in pain, her hand rubbing over her weave, eyes wide in terror, her hands shaking as they covered her mouth.

“Miss Callie Carter, AKA Daddy’s little slut with the trick tongue.” Erik rolls his shoulders, arms folded across his chest with his dreads freshly twisted and stroked to the side, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, a white v neck t-shirt with an oversized distressed denim jacket, light wash drop crotch jeans with red and black Jordan 1’s on his feet. He smiles brightly, revealing golds in his mouth. Callie could not remove her eyes from him, she COULDN’T BELIEVE that Erik himself stood before her with at least twenty pounds of muscle added to his body and a head full of dreads. Was this the nigga she left in the phone room almost 4 years ago?!!!

“What the fuck?! NIGGA, WHO ARE YOU TO SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT ABOUT MY GIRL? Did you lose your fucking mind bruh? Get the stepping homie!” Lamont was fuming now, ready to stand up out of the booth, but Callie put out a hand to stop him.

“Lamont!!! no, just no…”

Lamont gives Erik a nasty look before turning to Callie with confusion.

“You wanna tell me who this nigga is that claim you’ve been sucking his dick?” ERIK barks out a burst of laughter that caused a waiter to stumble with a tray full of hot saki shots.

“My nigga you don’t know?!! I’m the one Callie left almost four years ago.” Lamont had this dumb expression on his face that made Erik want to go upside his head even more.

“You lost you coffee faced nigga!? Check this out..”

Erik seats himself next to Callie, her entire personal space now filled with the smell of warm cinnamon, mint citrus, and Indian patchouli clouding her, it was provocative allure and power with distinct magnetic notes. Callie hated the fact that she loved the smell, she was livid because her seat grew wet.

“Since it seems that Callie here is the QUEEN of secrets, let me reveal her biggest one.”

“Erik DON’T” Callie yanks at his jacket, causing him to turn his blazing eyes on her.

“Get your fucking hands off me. You punished.” Callie felt like she’d been slapped in the face, her jaw slack and her hazel eyes almost leaving her sockets.

“Now back to you nigga with the temporary dick, I’m Erik, Callie’s man who’s been away in jail for seven years.” Lamont marinated in resentment, not a word spoke just pure hate in his eyes as he stared at Erik unblinking.

“You look like you wanna kill me right now, but I bet that shit doesn’t match up to how much I wanna end your fucking life,” Erik spoke that low and careful, so Lamont could catch every single word.

“And as for you,” Erik points to Callie without even looking at her.

“I told you not to come near this nigga, didn’t I? I told you not to breathe the same air as him and look at what we got.” Callie could only shake her head, her lower lip trembling. She didn’t know what would happen next, but she KNEW it wouldn’t be the perfect reunion.

“Say goodnight, Callie, we leaving.” Erik lifts from the booth, walking away a little to find Callie still seated.

“Oh? So Daddy gotta punish you further huh? That’s cool, I’m up for the extra work.” Callie looks at Lamont, his eyes staring down at the table without a single gaze at her. Erik whistles, getting Callie’s attention again as she finally lifts from the booth, now on her two feet.

“Sorry, Lamont.” She says over her shoulder, guilt creeping up her belly.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Erik says with a smile, knowing that Lamont wasn’t stupid enough to get up and try anything with him. Callie takes tentative steps towards Erik, all eyes in that restaurant on her like she was walking the walk of shame.

Erik holds up his hand to her, stopping her.

“What the fuck you doing?” He says with a harsh breath escaping his mouth.

“Is that how you're supposed to approach big daddy? You forgetting something?!” Callie’s body stiffens, turning her face away from him. He had so much CONTROL.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now Erik???” He cocks his head at her response.

“Oh I’m DEAD Fucking serious, get on all fours NOW, and crawl to me before I leave your ass in this restaurant.” Erik snaps his fingers, pointing towards the floor rapidly. Callie shakes her head, kneading her shoulder, she just couldn’t do it in public NO FUCKING WAY.

“I DON’T CARE WHERE WE ARE. You’re Daddy’s little slut who likes to be on her knees.” Callie massages the back of her neck, her eyes wavered as she lowers herself to the floor in the middle of that restaurant. She flips her hair over her shoulder angrily, placing her hands onto the floor now, crawling towards him slowly with her piercing hazel eyes on his dark deranged ones. Erik laughs bitterly, walking back towards the door with his eyes trained on his Callie, her plump body swaying with each crawling motion. Finally, at the door, Erik stands with his back against the archway, arms folded, waiting for her to kneel in front of him. Callie makes herself comfortable on her knees, her eyes still on him, because she didn’t want to risk pissing him off further in public.

“I been gone from that pussy for too long for you to entertain some other nigga, some wack ass nigga you stupid?! You thought you would get away with it huh?!” Erik kisses his teeth, bending over to grip her chin roughly. Callie gulps, her lip quivering.

“Erik,”

“AYE.” She snaps her lips shut, her tongue rolling along the inside of her cheek.

“DADDY. Please, I’m-I’m fucking sorry okay I-I-I?!!”

“I-I-I-Too late Callie.” Callie could feel everyone's eyes on her, Erik looking up scanning the restaurant with malice.

“Fuck yall looking at?! Mind yall fucking business!!!”

Callie wanted to slap his fine ass clean across his face.

“FUCK-YOU-ERIK.” She said that with spite, already regretting it.

“Fuck me?! NAH, kill that IM FUCKING YOU. And I’m fucking you hard, and rough. Too many years in that fucking cell.” His voice grew so deep and terrifying. It not only had her fearing him, but it also had her pussy wet and calling for him.

The pleasure, the terror for the MAN.

“Round one of your punishment, I miss those naughty lips wrapped around my dick.” Erik lifted his shirt to his mouth, his hard, sensuous, able-bodied, sturdy, powerful, brick house frame came into view littered in these interesting scars that had her starstruck and dazed.

“Each one of these scars represents the number of days I spent behind bars, seven years worth of days.”

His thick fingers took its time to undo his pants, her throat bobbing and spit forming in the corners of her mouth. She salivated for this man, her face giving him a fake scowl. Erik knew her all too well, a mischievous smirk on his face as he stuck one of his hands down his briefs, pulling out a whopping 10 inches of thick dick, gripping it firmly at the base, Callie going cross-eyed as her eyes took in his thick head, and veiny shaft.

“What you supposed to do with this?” Erik could hear the audible gasps and objections from the people inside the restaurant. Callie’s tongue flicks her bottom lip slow, her eyes trailing from his impressive piece of meat to his sexy eyes.

“I’m supposed to suck it, DADDY.” Callie felt butterflies in her belly from that.

“That’s a start, and how you supposed to suck me off?” Callie wiggles on her knees.

“With both hands behind my back, using only my mouth.”

“THAT’S RIGHT. Only using that FUCKING MOUTH. No hands, just the lips, that tongue…”

Erik’s dick sits on her lips then, Callie’s head shaking from how good it felt to have that heavy thing rest on her bottom lip, staining it red.

“I don’t wanna see my dick, you better use that throat to your advantage! Make my shit disappear like you ain’t got no barrier!” He barked that shit out rough. Callie brings her hands behind her, opening wide, sinking her mouth on his stiff dick smooth and clean, her throat vibrating around him. It felt like home sweet home the way his dick sat deep to her uvula, her inner cheeks contracting around him giving his dick the best tension. She couldn’t believe that Erik had her on her knees, in front of EVERYONE with his dick in her mouth, fresh out of prison.

“Taste like it used to right? Ain’t change one fucking bit.” Callie nods her head, sucking him with a twirl of her mouth causing his dick to hit her inner cheeks each time, a hiss escaping his mouth deeply. She releases with a pop, spitting on it, then gliding her lips over him again, now bobbing her head quickly, the gurgling sounds so loud in her ears, the shock from the people around them became less audible. She loved it, every single inch of it no matter how upset she tried to be. She missed the dick, and it made her own the humiliation even more.

“Suck on my sack bitch.” That’s the only warning she needed, her mouth popping off his dick to suck on his hefty balls, Erik grabbing hold of his dick then, smacking her cheek. Her tongue thrashed wildly over him, sucking him up into her mouth one at a time, her pretty eyes taking in the strain of pleasure that was etched across his face.

“Look at you, for somebody that wanted to leave me so damn bad you sure as hell giving me a good welcome home present. Nasty ass.” Callie licks her way back to his dick, her lips sucking hard on the tip of his dick, which caused Erik to grip the sides of her face, fucking into her mouth so rough her nails dug into the skin on her hands.

“DON’T RUN EITHER LET ME TAKE THIS MOUTH.” He fucked her mouth like it didn’t belong to her, Callie’s body shaking and her entire face covered in spit. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of this sexy man, he was even sexier than before, and the thought of him fucking her tonight had her praying to God to wake up the next day with the ability to walk.

“Still got that dangerous tongue I see, FUCKKK.” He threw his head back, that lip she loved to suck on between his teeth.

“This my mouth now Callie, Let me cum in my shit.” Erik’s hips banged into her mouth faster and faster, his groans growing louder.

“FUCK YES!” She whimpers around him, his cum spilling out in loads down her chin, neck, and chest. It was SO MUCH, she couldn't even drink it all. Callie never knew Erik to cum that much.

Erik withdrew his dick, smacking her on the lips with it before scraping up some cum, feeding it to her. She drank every single drop with love and affection, her makeup ruined and clothes, the humiliation in the back of her mind.

Callie’s hands fought to gain control as she opened her apartment door, the hallway deathly quiet with the exception of Erik’s hard breathing on her neck. He yanks on her weave hard, pulling her back and causing her to slam her door closed after successfully opening it. Callie’s throat felt like she swallowed rocks from how sore it was, Erik, making her suck his dick again on the ride over.

“You thought you would run out on a nigga? Fuck another nigga?” Erik smacks her ass rough causing her to draw in a sharp breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

“No! I-I no Daddy no!!!”

“No? So you didn’t fuck him?”

Callie felt him yank on her hair again, her right foot almost causing her to fall.

“I-I, EEEEEEE.” She knew if she told him, he would get her.

“shut -that-whining-up-right-fucking-now.”

“DADDY, pleasseeee.”

“SAY IT.” Callie hiccuped from her whimpering.

“Yes. yes, I did.” She felt his nose press into her face, taking a deep breath in, blowing it out, then take another deep breath in, holding it. She did it.

“Open that door baby girl, right now.” Callie felt Erik release her hair, her hand gripping the knob to let them into her place.

“STRIP.” Erik doesn’t wait for her to get to the bedroom, let alone all the way into her living room, watching Callie step out of her heels, pulling her dress up and over her head, revealing an emerald green g string underneath with a matching push up bra. Erik runs a hand down his face as he takes in Callie’s heavy titties, down to her round belly, straight to her pussy, down her thunder thighs, and finally landing on her pretty toes.

“My nasty little bitch got thick on me. Look at you, mmm, ass so phat pussy so phat, titties sitting pretty, chunky and sexy.” Callie clutched her chest, the look in Erik’s eyes making it hard for her to stand on two feet.

“Now you KNOW that pussy too fat to fit into a g string, look at it.” Erik takes off his jacket, pulling his shirt up and over his head, practically knocking her out with that killer body. He looked like he belonged in the military running drills. With a body like that he could lift her up and over his head, knock a nigga out with one clean punch.

“Pussy lips hanging over the sides, eating that fabric.” His tongue flicked his upper lip repeatedly. Callie’s eyes were trained there, her mouth hanging open.

“You like that? You like the way daddy flick his tongue?” Erik started teasing her then, flicking his tongue over his lips LL Cool J style, biting them with a wrinkle of his nose, puckering them, flicking his tongue between his fingers, she couldn’t take it.

“I bet Lamont wack ass couldn’t eat the pussy like me COULD HE?” she jerked her leg to calm her pussy.

“Say no daddy.” He instructed.

“No daddy.”

Erik approaches her, taking his fingers to yank her bra down, her titties jumping out at him with surprise. Erik frantically lowered his mouth, sucking up her nipples in a sloppy manner, making lurid noises. Callie didn’t hold back a single moan as he attacked her heavy chest, her hand's yearning to touch him, causing him to smack it away.

“What I say? You punished right? Say yes daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy.”

Erik unclips her bra, tossing it to the side in her living room, grabbing two handfuls of her titties sucking her nipples so good it almost made her fall flat on her back.

“I missed this mouth daddy.”

“I bet your thick ass did. You can’t get nothing pass me.” Erik trails his tongue down her belly now, kissing and nibbling.

“You remember how daddy liked to eat the pussy?” Callie nods her head.

“You got a mouth right? USE THAT SHIT.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“So how Daddy used to do it then?” Without a further word, Callie got to the floor, turning with her back arched and bent over, her pussy spreading for him in that tiny ass g string.

“GOOD GIRL. You know your position like the back of your damn hand.” Erik kneeled in front of her, fisting her panties before ripping it clean off.

“DAMN DADDY.” Callie’s eyes rolled in lust. Erik’s hands came down on her ass roughly, watching her skin grow red. Callie winces, and each time she would assume he was done spanking her, she felt another ping of pain.

“OWW!” She wanted to grab her ass but Erik wasn’t having that.

“Say I’m so sorry daddy.” Erik’s hands weren’t letting up, Callie felt her eyes began to water.

“I-I-I’m so sorry daddy.” He wasn’t convinced. Erik takes three of his fingers, sucks on them slow, before arching her back further, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy in one motion, Callie’s fist hitting the carpet. She attempts to close her legs but NOPE, Erik wasn’t having that shit.

“APOLOGIZE BETTER THAN THAT BABY.” Erik pumps his fingers over her g spot, spreading her wider with his knees, watching the way her body bounced with a need on his fingers.

“Callie, what I say?!”

“IM SORRY!!” Erik’s hand came down on her ass again like a whip, while his three fingers pumped her pussy quick. Callie’s toes curled, and her ass jiggled from how forceful Erik stroked with just his fingers.

“CUM. That’s the only warning I’m giving you.” Erik wasn’t playing with her tonight.

“Mmm” *stroke* “mmm” *Stroke* “mmmmmm” *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* It was sweet torture.

Callie’s body bent lower, her cries muffled into her arm as she squirts on her plush carpet.

Without warning, Erik bent down to her pussy, laying her flat against his mouth, his tongue thrashing and lips rubbing all over like a mad man. Callie felt like she was in another dimension the way he ate like a savage. He ate her like he was starved like he hadn’t eaten for months. She could only lay there and cry, and Erik just kept on going, aiming to give her orgasms that would shatter you from the inside out.

“FUCK MY FACE.” Callie began bouncing on his mouth, and everytime her pussy hit his lips, he would suck her up like she was running from him.

“Oooooooooooo I can't take it!”

“Fuck my face like I said, give Daddy that fucking pussy, MY fucking pussy.” She wiggled her pussy on his lips, the suction sooooooo gooooooodddddd it had her lifting from his mouth. This alone earned another thunderous smack to her ass.

“What I tell you to do?!!” His fingers gripped her hips hard.

“Fuck your face.” She shook madly.

“So where that pussy going? fuck-my-mouth-like-I-said-right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well let’s go then I haven’t eaten all day bitch,” Callie whines her hips on his tongue, Erik slowly french kissing her pussy, actual kisses involving the slow sensual movement of your lips, with the surprise of a tongue, and the deep suction of the mouth. That’s what Erik gave her, but with more force.

“HAHA, That's the way you feed a nigga some pussy.” She fought the urge to grip his dreads.

“Yeah, daddy yeahhhhh.” She whimpers repeatedly like a song, her body tensing up as Erik continuously swiped his lips and tongue over her clit. Callie’s arms gave out on her, her body collapsing as her pussy creamed his entire mouth, too weak to jerk let alone moan. She passed out on his mouth, Erik still sucking like she had some left, but her pussy felt like he sucked her dry. He parted her pussy lips, sucking on everything there, flicking his tongue in its wake, causing her to flutter, her belly growing tight. She places her head on her arm, rocking her body back and forth while he did what he came to do FUCK HER UP.

Erik came to give her that torture and now Callie was a moaning mess, her clit so sensitive and the pressure in her belly so tight that she lifts from him frantically, crawling away. Erik growls in anger, his dreads wild in his face. Callie couldn’t even make it to the wall without him slamming her against it, parting her legs, laying flat on his belly while he finished the job. Callies, toes pointed roughly into the carpet, thighs shaking, her hands gripping a handful of his dreads.

“Ima squirt, ima squirt!” She squeezes her eyes shut, the pressure knocking at her hard, and finally gaining access to Erik's mouth as she slid down the wall. She gave silent cries to his assault, finally feeling his lips leave her pussy, but of course, he smacks her there.

Erik’s chest rose and fell rapidly, lips set in a hard line as he removed his bottoms, kicking them off. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his DICK. It was so damn big it made her moan just from the sight.

“Oh don’t worry, you bought to get it now.” Erik picks her up and over his shoulder, guiding her to her room.

“I haven’t heard you cry enough tonight. I’m gonna make you scream from this dick.” Erik kicks open her bedroom door, throwing her down onto the bed watching her body bounce and jiggle.

“If I buss it wide open will you scream for Daddy?” Erik yanks her pillows and covers from her bed, kneeling between her legs. He brings his hand to her wet pussy, smearing the sloppy juices over his hand, and bringing it to his dick.

“If I pound you into this bed will you cry? I really wanna make that ass cry.” Erik pulls her legs back so far she winces, her feet touching her headboard and her knees touching her ears.

Erik leans over her, his dick sliding between her folds, whispering low into her ear, his breath fluttering against it.

“Daddy gonna stretch this pussy.” He whispers so low you have to be still to catch it.

“Daddy gonna beat it up.” Callie taps her toes against the headboard.

“Watch how daddy does it.” Erik lifts, his hands latched to the back of her thighs, his dreads hanging in her face, and his dick slowly sinking into her purposely. Callie frantically shakes her head, pushing at his rock hard chest, the texture of his scaring soft against her fingers. He jerked forward rough, causing her to bounce. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her chest. Erik repeats himself, the sound of smacking flesh hard and rough in her ears, the springs creaking like they begged to break. She shook from the pleasure and pain as her eyes swam with tears and her jaw dropped. Erik went without stopping, Callie no longer differentiating between consciousness and unconsciousness.

“You watching me punish you, look what you got me doing.” Erik drew his lips into his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched and his dimples smiling at her.

“Keep them eyes on me, watch me fuck this pussy up.” She gritted her teeth, nothing left to do except to grip anything. Her eyes observed his dick fucking her while his pupils flared. Callie couldn’t take the way his strong arms held her big thighs open, and the way his thick dick went in and out with a stream of wetness coating it.

The momentum increased times 1000 now, Callie digging her nails into Erik’s shoulders, his big goliath frame pumping her pussy so hard, her body jerked like a fuck doll, a shrill scream escaping her mouth.

“There you go, that’s it. Scream while I’m in the pussy.” There was sure to be a gaping dent in the middle of the mattress the way Erik fucked her, using Callie’s pussy like a punching bag, his stamina insane just as much as that dick.

“I gotta cum!” Callie cries.

“You always gotta cum, ain’t nothing I don’t already know.”

“Daddy it’s right-there!” She screams to the ceiling. Callie’s pussy was THROUGH she couldn’t take anymore.

“Where the fuck is it?!” Erik searches with his eyes, his lip between his teeth while glowering.

“DADDY,” Callie jerks so wild that Erik’s grip on her slips, her liquid pouring on him.

“You getting more of this dick though so BEND OVER.” She couldn’t even move without falling into the mattress, Erik flipping her over, positioning her so that her ass was in the air pointed to the ceiling and her arch was so deep her spine was non-existent. Erik grips her wrists, jerking forward into her cleanly, her head throwing back before falling forward in defeat.

“Say fuck this pussy hard from the back daddy.” Erik jerks slow.

“Daddy-fu-fuck this pussy hard from the back.”

“Where your fucking manners??”

“Fuck-fuck this pussy hard from the back pleassse.”

“GOOD JOB.”

If back shots could kill, Callie would be dead. If getting your back blown out felt like the dick itself fought to claim your soul through your pussy, then Callie would be a shell. Erik fucked like a monster, his dick not only residing in her guts but her damn chest. Callie turned to look at him in the middle of his assault with a tear stained face and a blank gaze, her hair a tangled mess and her lower lip quivering.

“You look lost, something I can help you with??” her ass was a tidal wave as it bounced off his body.

“Slow down daddy.” Callie practically pleaded with this man.

“How old are you?” Erik asked between deep breaths.

“28.”

“So what that make you then? A little girl or a grown woman?”

“A grown w-w-women.”

“So be a grown woman AND TAKE THIS DICK, take it no problem.” Erik lifts one leg, crossing his arms on her back, fucking her as hard as he could go, Callie’s head falling to the mattress, so close to banging on the headboard. Erik noticed her eyes rolling to the tops of her lids, her arms going limp in his.

“I can’t believe this shit, my dick got you passing out!” Erik couldn’t help the triumphant smile on his face, His dick growing sensitive in her pussy he just KNEW he would feed her his cum.

“Whether you’re here with me or not tell me if you feel this nut in this tight SHIT.” Erik groans repeatedly, finally snapping his hips forward rough, his nails dragging over her skin. Callie felt possessed, her pussy like a cream filled doughnut. Her eyes snap open frantically, as Erik jerked himself empty, her arms flailing in his grip. “We don’t run from the dick Callie! Stop acting defiant.” Callie pushes at Erik with her foot, rolling off the bed and running for her bedroom door with a limp in her walk. Erik wanted to yell from how angry she just made him.

“WHEN YOU GONNA ACT YOUR AGE AND TAKE THIS DICK CALLIE?!!!” Erik lifts from the bed, his dick swinging, searching for her with a swing of his head, dreads shaking.

“We playing hide and seek now?” Erik chuckles deep, turning left in her living room finding call standing on the other side of the table with a pleading look and a continuous shake in her thighs.

“The fuck you doing?! Bring that ass over here now!”

“No E! I can’t take it no more the dick is too much! What the fuck You been doing lifting weights with the dick?!” She observed the way his dick stood erect, hard enough to break a damn brick in half.

“That shit just won’t go soft.” She cried like a baby.

His forehead creased in frustration, “when I catch you, I’m fucking you into whatever surface there is. EVERY TIME YOU RUN, it’s just gonna earn you a harder fuck.” Erik jolts left while Callie goes the other way, pausing when Erik makes a quick move to her side. She tried to run but her foot caught on the side of her dining room table chair, causing her to trip and Erik to wrap his big arm around her waist, lifting her naked body up and on the table. The plant in the middle falls over, littering soil on the surface and water. He has her ankles now, pulling on them and finally resting them on his shoulders.

Her eyes were glossy, head shaking as Erik spread her legs again, yanking up her hand and wrapping it around him.

“Put this dick in my pussy.” He instructs. Callie does as she’s told with a shaking hand, her pussy disobeying her advances from how tight and swollen she was.

“Oh so now the dick can’t fit?! It was just in there a minute ago!” Erik starts jerking his hips, the more he jerked, the more his dick would stab into her pussy. Callie’s brows drew together, her back arching as Erik’s stiff dick finally made its way into her pussy again.

“You know what I think?” Erik grips her hips, pulling her body onto his dick like she couldn’t move a muscle.

“I think you like to play like you don’t want me to fuck you. But guess what? I like the chase, the more you do it the more I want it.” His hips snapped forward and the muscles running along his abdomen flexed each time. Callie couldn’t take the sight of this beautiful man fucking her.

“You taking my pussy daddy?!!” Callie’s mind and body seemed to warp to his control. She felt him bring her knees to her ears, angling her body so that each time he pounded, her lower half would meet his thrusts. Callie screams from the deep diving of his dick, causing her to slap him hard across his face, so hard she could see the vein in his neck snap.

“DO THAT SHIT AGAIN.” Erik dated her to, his eyes damn near black, face contorted in fury. Callie slaps him again, the sound compared to the sound of a belt breaking skin. He growls.

“You so mad at Daddy fucking you into this table slap me again! Hit me again right?! Do it bitch since you so sick of me fucking this pussy up!” Callie started to punch at his chest, her hands now yanking hard on his dreads, bringing his head towards hers, his eyes squeezed shut from the tension. Erik stabbed his dick angrily into her, the table scraping against the floor now hitting the wall.

“You mad and I’m taking this pussy AND you can’t run.” He was smug about that. Callie’s walls clench and unclench around his dick then, her tiny hand coming to his throat then.

“YOU JUST LOVE MAKING ME SQUIRT HUH?” She yells. You could hear her wetness building inside of her like Erik was plunging his dick into a body of water repeatedly.

“You love ME making you squirt. Like I told you, I’m taking this pussy and every single squirt and cream with me.” Erik bit down on the hand that tried to choke him, causing her to wrap her legs around his neck, her body shaking like a wave, squirting on this mans dick AGAIN.

She watches as he slips out of her, bringing his mouth to attack her wet pussy.

“You eating it for what though?!!” She cries, her body already going limp from Erik’s tongue.

“Spread that pussy open Callie.”

“No nigga.” She pushes at his big head, but of course, his neck is made of muscle too.

“No? You don’t tell daddy no you tell daddy yes.”

Erik sucks her up so much her liquid began to form around his mouth in bubbles, she had NEVER been this damn wet. She couldn’t control herself, as much as she cried and pleaded her hips rolled over his tongue.

“Fuck you and that mouth!” She could feel it growing in her belly again.

“You love it when I make you cum stop acting brand new!!!” She screams, her pussy squirting on him AGAIN. She almost falls to the floor from the feeling, Erik’s face shining, his lips dripping, his chest and abs glistening. Callie slips from the wet table, backing away from his crazy ass before running to her door. Erik doesn’t move just yet, kissing his teeth in annoyance before looking down at his still erect dick. His conscious begged him to cum again, he had to. Imagine being away for so long with only a memory to beat your meat to and not the real thing. Erik walks into the living room to find Callie unlocking her door, slipping out. He runs like he was doing sprints on a race track, catching her by her hair, closing the door, and lifting her body to the door. There they both stood, naked in the hallway for any of her neighbors to see, and I guess they both got there wish.

“What the HELL is all that noise out here!!” Callie’s neighbor Miss Daniels yanks her apartment door open in one of her house dresses, old titties swinging and shower cap halfway off her head.

Callie didn’t mean to give the old women a heart attack she really didn’t, but the look on her face made it look like she needed medical attention. Erik didn’t even give the lady a glance, his eyes fixated on Callie’s voluptuous body up against that door.

“Miss Daniels go ahead back in he’s not gonna move.” Callie warns the women, watching as she closed the door softly, her eyes popping out her head.

“You catching cardio while I’m tryna get in them GUTS. You got the neighbors watching and shit fuck wrong with you?!” Erik takes his dick again, teasing her tight entrance before sinking back into her so deep her eyes roll cross-eyed. Erik smirks at this, now bouncing Callie on his dick so good and loud everyone in that apartment we’re definitely sure to hear now.

“You gonna run from this good dick again or act right?”

Callie’s lip trembles from the way his head glides along her g spot.

“Act right Daddy.”

“And if you don’t act right, what Daddy gotta do?”

“Punish me further.” She whispers

“Yeah, that’s what daddy gotta do. If you just let me paint them walls again with this nut, I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Erik opens the door, walking into the apartment with Callie still around him, bouncing her slow.

“You still keep that vibrator in your top drawer between your socks?”

Callie couldn’t believe this nigga wanted to use a sex toy on her after already torturing her pussy enough that night.

“Mhm.” That’s all she says, her head falling back and Erik’s lips and teeth latching to her neck. Back into her bedroom that reeked of sex, Erik puts Callie on the bed, walking to her dresser to find her vibrator. She had a few new ones now, pulling out a gspot one that he itches to use. Erik walks back to the bed, flipping Callie up on her side, resting behind her while bringing her leg up and to her shoulder. Erik couldn’t keep his hands from gliding along her wet, sloppy pussy, finally turning on the vibrator and placing it inside her sitting right over her spot.

“Ahh!” She attempts to curl her body up, making Erik dig into her hips, dick twitching as he sinks into her again with a shake of his head in blissful ecstasy, rubbing along her outstretched thigh before gripping a handful of her ass from behind. Erik could feel the vibrator jump along the tip of his dick each time he fucked up into her.

“DAMN, we gotta do this more often. Shit feeling good.” He bites her ear hard, causing her to screech.

“Shit feel amazing right? Say uh huh daddy.”

“Uh huh daddy yess” Callie’s body couldn’t help it, the way he rubbed in her and the way that vibrator glided on her spot had her shaking with pleasure.

“You don’t wanna run no more huh? You tired of running from this dick?”

“Yess.” Erik keeps his eyes on the side of her face, his dick buried deep like he was digging for gold. Callie turns to meet his dark eyes, bringing her mouth to his frantically, letting this man use his cum stained tongue to ravish her mouth. Erik wanted her wider, trying to stretch her body more and more so he could feel the vibrator too. That shit had him going wild, his teeth biting down on her bottom lip and his abs flexing on her back.

“You gonna cum daddy?! You better cum too since you fucking me so much!!” She spoke that through clenched teeth.

“Cum in me deep daddy pleaseee!”Callie asked innocently her hand gripping his face.

“BEG ME.”

“Fuck me good and cum in me deep DADDY! please, please fuck!” Erik trails his eyes down to her pussy, his head falling forward as he roughly fucked up into her, her body jerking and hands pulling at the last bit of sheets on her bed. She couldn’t take it, her head fell back against him and her eyes fluttered shut. Here she was, giving him her final squirt of the night, the most powerful squirt mixed with his thick white cum.

“LET ME CUM IN YOU DEEP.” Erik was frantic.

“So fucking deep you better SUCK ME DRY.” He bangs into her two more times, before shouting a string of curse words to ceiling, the pressure of his dick against that vibrator causing Callie to release herself all over him some more.

Erik slipped out of her slow, his dick throbbing, and the vibrator buzzing madly on the bed. Callie could only lay there, feeling the bed shift behind her from Erik rising to turn off the lights. She felt used and filled, laying in her own juices while Erik draped his heavy ass arm over here in the dark. He gives her cheek a sloppy lick, and then a kiss, snuggling close to her with his dick pressed between her cheeks.

“You off punishment. Get some sleep.” That’s all he says, his nose buried in her had and his breaths evening out into that of quick slumber. All she could hear was his snores in her ears, and all she could see was pitch black. Callie couldn’t help the frustration that began to settle within her.

This nigga then fucked her so good she couldn’t even sleep.

Fuck that jailbird.

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Knight in Shining Armour

Here is the first One-Shot of the Dragon Prince Motorcycle Race Au!

Since the main story is still missing, here are the main characters and a little personal info:

Runaan is a 27 y/o engineer who owns his own company and is a MotoGP racer. His bike is called Moonshadow. He's currently leading the international scores. His sponsors are a pain in the ass.

Sol/Tinker is 25 y/o and an engineering college drop out due to financial reasons. He works as Runaan's only mechanic after the other met him in a diner he'd been working at in the middle of the night and hired him right away.

Lujannne is 45 y/o and Runaan's personal assistant, head secretary and responsible for media presence. With out her, the whole company would be a burning pile of chaos. Yes, she gets paid enough for this shit.

Warnings: very mild sexual content

Enjoy! And remember the AU is open for everybody to create in if you like! I will post character sheets if anyone is interested:)

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Sol looked up from the blueprints of the Moonshadow he'd been going over in silence for the past hour and stepped closer to the hydraulic bench where his boss was currently laying under said motorcycle. There had been some irregularities in the past test run and neither knew where it came from. “Hey, I think I found it.” He exclaimed, pointing at the folder in his hand.

The sudden sound apparently startled the other because Runaan jerked away, kicking a stack of crates in the process that immediately started to tip over. “Shit” barley a whisper left his lips as he frantically tried to free his hands from the engine block. Sol instinctively reached for the two falling crates, dropping the folder. He cringed a little under the weight of the spare parts but held them securely in his grasp.

When he glanced down, he was faced with a very startled engineer, eyes as big as saucers and hands still stuck between the parts he'd been working on. “T-thank you.” From his position on the floor, he had a great view on Sol's admittedly impressive biceps and he suddenly felt his mouth going dry. Runaan then busied himself with freeing his hands to hide the slight blush on his face while the mechanic placed the two crates on the ground beside them, offering a hand to pull him up. “Impressive catch. Those are heavy, I would know, I put them there.” A chuckle escaped his lips and he added “Thanks for the safe. Broken Ribs so close to the season would have been pretty inconvenient.” Sol rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, tousling the messy dark hair in the process. “No problem, I sometimes work as a blacksmith on Ren fairs, there is a lot of heavy lifting involved.” That sparked his interest, Renaissance Fairs and Medieval Markets were among his favourite things to visit. Primarily because the people going there would never recognize him. “Really? I used to do European sword fighting and archery in college.” Sol beamed, apparently pleased that they had something more to talk about than just their mutual interest in work. “Yeah, they paid pretty well for a broke college student and I enjoy the work on the forge. Besides the people are really nice.” Runaan nodded, recalling memories of past camps with the people in his Re-enactment group. “Will you do it again this year?” maybe he should dig out his old Tabard and sword to go and visit the other on a fair. It would clearly be a delight to get to know a little about the work of a smith. The image of Sol working on a forge flitted through his mind, but he quickly shook it off. Not the time to have those thoughts. The other had meanwhile picked up the folder and searched for the page he'd been on. “I suppose I will do one or two this year should I have the time. I don't need the money anymore, but I think I'd miss it.” Runaan hummed looking at the space his mechanic pointed at. “You think we moved that too far up the last time?” Sol nodded “Yeah it's one of the few things we did change, and the rest was pretty minor.” He shrugged looking over at his bike that was still propped up on the stand “Well it's worth a shot.”

That evening, the racer pulled out his phone and searched through the contacts. After a few rings, a deep voice answered. “I didn't think to hear from you again since you got that racing thing going on now.” Runaan had to smirk, his instructor hadn't changed one bit in the last three years. “Are you still giving private lessons?”

The first training session turned out to be very humiliating on his part. He hadn't expected to be as good as three years ago of course but the change in exercise since then wasn't exactly contributing to his swordsmanship. Sure, it kept him on the weight and general fitness level required by his sponsors, but he missed the familiar rush of adrenaline of a sport he actually enjoyed. Safe for Racing of course.

Despite being kicked around his private gym for three hours, he hadn't enjoyed anything as much as the training with Max in the last few weeks. His fitness tracker also informed him of an exceptional high caloric consumption, and they agreed to meet again the next day and the weeks after that. The impromptu Archery session he'd started afterwards went a lot better. Apparently, it proved to be skill you didn’t loose. Like riding a bike, the muscle memory was strong. Even though he hit less bull’s-eyes than he used to, it only took a few rounds to get back into it. Lujanne watched him re-organise his home gym with barley concealed amusement as soon as the targets he'd ordered arrived. “I thought you were supposed to stick to your training schedule?” of course he was but he'd checked the stats of the last few days and his chosen training was much more effective. “I'm sure you've checked the data from my tracker. It works so let me at least choose how I slave away for the sponsors. You know that my motivation to exercise would be way higher if I actually enjoyed it.” She rolled her eyes but didn't object, knowing that it would be useless anyways. Her boss could be very adamant once he'd set his mind on something.

Since his overall mood improved considerably during the weeks after changing the training schedule the personal assistant figured it was for the best.

When Sol entered the garage that day, he found his employer in a broody mood, nibbling on a carrot while he tapped away on one of the tablets to review the changes they'd made the day before. The Ashtray which was normally placed outside in the front yard was now filled with cigarette stubs and perched on the table next to him. His boss had the habit of stress-smoking when he was unnerved, and Sol didn’t like that particular trait at all. It was not that he minded the smell but something inside of him wanted to ensure the other’s wellbeing. However, he knew that the racer would forget about it as soon as they started working. It was more of a coping mechanism for left-over energy, really.

“Hey what's got you in such a sour mood?” usually Runaan was always at least a little bit excited when they worked together. The look he got in return was more than pained. As if the carrot was the object of his misery, he looked at it in disdain and then back to Sol. “They put me on a diet.” Even the tone in his voice was miserable. He couldn't within but wince in sympathy. In the past he'd come to know the other's love for food especially since the racer had to follow a certain meal plan already. “I'm sorry. Might I ask why? You look normal enough to me.” Again, the pained look. “Thanks? I only gained about 2 and half pounds but they want me to loose it before the next race so only vegetables for me.“ as if to prove his point, he took a bite off the carrot and rolled his eyes. “You know what the worst thing is? I'd have understood if they wanted me to drop fat, but the two I gained are muscle. Do you know how hard it is to loose them again?” he would've laughed at the tragedy in front of him if it wasn't so sad. He could basically feel the grief of every missed meal in the future hanging in the air in front of him. “I mean I worked hard for those two pounds. Why am I not allowed to keep them?” now he really had to chuckle. “Come on it's not that bad. You'll have them gone in no time. Let's start working so you can think of something else.” Runaan groaned but obeyed as soon as he pulled over a chair and opened the other stats from the day before. Work was something that always managed to capture the engineer's interest.

When he returned the next day, his boss had a salad bowl full of cucumber pieces next to him. “What the hell is that?” these must’ve been more than six cucumbers to fill that thing. “Cucumbers?” he rolled his eyes at the reply. “I can see that. But how many did you slaughter for this?”

“Hey, cut me some slack, they are mostly water, so I can eat them. And I intend to do that if I’m not supposed to turn into the hangriest person you'll ever witness. And it were eight.” Were? So, he'd already consumed about two? “Don't they get boring after number four?” Sol couldn't help but tease him a bit. It was way too entertaining not to. “I haven't had anything besides raw vegetables for two days so, yes. But if I don't eat anything, I will crawl those walls in no time.” During the following week it turned out that hungry Runaan was, as he’d promised, absolutely no fun to be around. He was extra grateful for the times Lujanne came around and occupied both of them with other things. She apparently knew how to handle the situation and brought some food that was low in calories but still relatively substantial.

It took about one and a half weeks until the nutritionist came around for a visit. It was the first time Sol had seen the man and he was immediately annoyed by this person. The guy was dressed like a suburban dad and looked the way. However he cleared the racer and left him a new meal plan including a box of premade meals for the week before vanishing again. The look on his employer’s face as he pulled the first one out of the microwave was priceless. Lujanne even snickered at the sheer worship with which he handled the fried rice with brussels sprouts and grilled chicken. “Don't laugh Janne! You have no idea how it feels like to survive on nothing but plant turned water for twelve days.” She just rolled her eyes and playfully hit the back of his head. “Remember you got that race in a few days so stick to the plan.” He nodded absently, inhaling the scent of his first real meal in days with watery eyes. “Are you about to cry over food?” Sol was still perched on one of the barstools and now munched on an apple with a shit eating grin on his face. “Maybe?” he took the plate and flopped down on a stool next to the mechanic with a deep sigh. “I will absolutely raid a steakhouse as soon as the last two races are over.” The short haired man had to laugh at the way his eyes rolled back in his skull once he took the first bite. “Happy?” a muffled groan seemed to answer his question. “Oh god yes, you have no idea. I was short of killing someone for real food.” Sol shook his head “Yeah, I noticed.” The next time this happened he was so going to take a vacation. Next to him he could see Runaan wince “Sorry about that. I know I'm not good company when I'm hungry.” Now he had to grin “That's the understatement of the century but don't worry I don't take it personally.” His boss started to laugh. “I'm glad.” To his astonishment, the whole food had already disappeared. With newfound energy, the racer hopped down from the barstool “Come on, let's get to work!” He rolled his eyes but followed down into the garage, nonetheless.

Sol turned the glinting piece of metal he'd been working on in the fire, waiting for it to reach the right temperature. Once it was glowing a soft yellow, he placed it on the anvil and began shaping it. Despite the relatively early hour there were already some people standing around his tent, watching him work. He smiled at the kids who looked at the forge with awe and walked over to them once he'd returned the metal to the embers to answer their questions. He'd missed the Fairs and was happy to be able to participate in one now that the racing season was officially over.

Lujanne grinned wolfishly as soon as her boss came down from his bedroom, dressed for the Renaissance Fair she knew the mechanic was currently working at. She’d just dropped by to deliver some reports from the science department and was immediately happy that she was able to witness this. Runaan was dressed in wide dark blue linen pants that were tucked into knee-high leather boots and a slightly dirty sleeveless white linen shirt under a dark blue leather vest. Both articles were only done halfway, giving her a good view on the crescent tattoo on his chest. The personal assistant watched as he fastened the sword belt around his hips and reached for the quiver laying on the kitchen counter, slinging it over his shoulder in one swift movement. “Fancy” she smirked “I like the braids, you should wear them more often.” He had his long white hair braided away on the sides of his head, creating the illusion of an undercut. The top part was slightly teased upwards in a mohawk fashion. Silver beads and rings were worked into the braids and little clasps held them together. The engineer let a hand wander up to feel the entwined strands he'd created in the same manner he used to wear in his Re-enactment group. “Thank you. Is there anything that needs my immediate attention? Otherwise I got a cab waiting outside.” She shook her head and followed him to the door instead. “No. Have fun with the handsome mechanic.”

Immediately, Runaan could feel his face heat up. “I have no Idea what you are talking about.” She only laughed and clapped him on the back “Yes, you do. You need to get laid.” In that moment he was sure his entire skin resembled a tomato. “Lujanne!” he exclaimed but the older woman was already inside her car. The engineer contemplated not going just to proove a point but quickly decided against it. She could think whatever she liked.

The Fair was just like he remembered it to be. Filled with people dressed in various styles of different eras and lined with stands selling crafts and food. He was glad how well he blended in despite his slightly eccentric outfit. Especially the hair. But he'd always been a bit particular about it, keeping it that long and all. Here at least nobody judged. He'd even applied some coal and eyeliner around his eyes for good measure. The Market was fairly large, and it took Runaan a considerable amount of time until he found his employees tent. He may have also taken his time to get there not entirely sure how Sol would react to his visit.

When he finally spotted a familiar figure repeatedly swinging a hammer down onto the anvil in front of him, his mouth went completely dry. The other was clad in nothing but dirty red linen pants and a leather apron, skin already glistering with sweat and streaks of ash from the fire. This was so much better than he'd imagined. He tracked the movement of Sol's muscles as the smith shaped the glinting metal in front of him with practiced ease and was subconsciously drawn closer. More people were gathered around, watching the work and suddenly Runaan found himself standing among them. He kept to the back of the crowd until Sol had answered everyone's questions and announced a short lunch break before he'd continue the work. The engineer waited for the other people to leave before stepping closer.

Sol was currently stowing his tools and peeled his skin from the leather apron as he sensed movement behind him. Maybe another visitor? He turned, only to stop dead in his tracks. There, against the tent pole leaned Runaan. His boss was clad in the fashion of a rouge and had a sword at his side such as a bow and a quiver full of arrows slung across his back. He looked very much attractive, the long white hair done in a set of intricate braids. And was that eyeliner? For a second he thought he imagined the whole scene but then, the other smirked “Hey, I hope you don't mind me dropping by. It's been far too long since my last fair.” His brain was still adjusting to the unusual sight as he looked around for a shirt. “Ah, n-no not at all.” Sol desperately tried to focus on Runaan's face and not the way most of his admittedly very defined chest was exposed by the outfit he wore. “I can show you around if you like.” The engineer smiled and nodded “Sure, if you don't mind.” when one of the girls from the food stand across the path came running by. “Hey Tink, have you finished the clasp, yet?” he'd known her for a few years since her family often came to the same Fairs. “Ah, Mina yes just a moment.” He turned to get it as her attention fell on the tall stranger standing by the tent. “Hi, who are you? I haven't seen you around before.” Sol could hear the familiar sound of a smile in the melodic voice as he answered. “My name is Runaan, pleased to make your acquaintance M'lady .” The white haired man even performed a bow and kissed her hand. Mina giggled with delight at the curtesy and pointed at his long hair. “Did you bleach it?” count on that girl to always ask the strangest questions. The other didn't seem bothered by it though and gave her a smile. “No it's a gene defect. It's always been this way.” She gasped in awe, pulling Sol's sleeve. “It's really pretty don't you think?” he nodded in agreement “Yeah it is. Here is your clasp.” The girl ran her hand over the simple Celtic design before jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck for a hug. “It's really beautiful. Thank you, Tink.” He laughed at her enthusiasm and gently ruffled her hair once she was back on the ground. “Your welcome.”

Her gaze flicked between them a few times before she turned to Runaan again. “How do you know each other?”

“He's my boss.” Sol supplied as a warning for her to stop prodding. He might have told her of his crush the evening bevor after a little bit too much of her self-made honey mead. Mina, thank the stars, immediately understood and threw him a knowing glance before turning to leave. “Have fun then, and see you around!” she was gone as fast as she'd appeared in the first place. “So Tink, huh?” Runaan grinned at his involuntary groan, still leaning against the pole. “It's, um, it's kind of my nickname? People started calling me Tinker after I fixed some of their things and it kind of got stuck.” The other simply smiled in response “I like it. Suits you.” It caused a warm feeling to spread in his stomach, replacing the nervousness he'd felt before. “Thanks. Come on, I know where we can get the best smoked meat sandwiches.” The mention of food got his boss to perk up and he had to laugh at the eager reaction. “Did they let you off the seasons meal plan, yet?” the next race wasn't for another four months after all. “Yes and I intend to use that to my advantage while I still can.” Sol found his enthusiasm towards any kind of food adorable. At the same time he felt sorry his job didn't allow him to exploit that particular interest.

True to his word, the sandwiches, which were actually a loaf of freshly baked bread filled with beef and bbq sauce, were fantastic and he had to smile seeing the heart-eyes Runaan made at his food after the first bite. “Oh my god-“ he mumbled “-what kind of drug did they put in here?” that made even the woman behind the stand laugh “Glad you enjoy it so much, lad.” Apparently unaware that he'd voiced his thoughts out loud, the engineer turned a shade pinker and hid behind the bread in his hands. “Don't mind him, he's still recovering from a diet.” Sol pulled him along to a few trees where they could sit down in the shade, the woman's hearty laughter following them. After finishing their lunch, he showed Runaan his favourite places of the Fair before returning to his tent to continue working. His boss wandered off after a couple minutes to find a few targets to shoot and he was glad for the chance to order his thoughts.

Until now, his crush had been securely contained but the object of said crush suddenly turning up dressed like a mix between fighter and sex god didn't help his situation at all. There weren't any people around, most of them eating, and he wasn't sure if he'd been able to deal with any should some show up. Mina came around as soon as she realized he was alone again. “You chose a hot one.” The girl stated as she hopped onto the work table, dangling her legs. “I know” it sounded a lot more whining than he cared to admit. “I think he likes you, too.” That got his attention “Really?” she nodded, expression sincere. “I saw him staring at you when he arrived. And nobody dresses like that if they don't want to impress someone, knowingly or not.” Her words sparked some hope in his heart. Maybe he could carefully test the waters? Drop a few unsuspicious hints? Mina seemed to read his silence correctly because she hopped down again, encouragingly clapping his arm. “Go get him, tiger.” And she was gone again. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he only imagined her presence.

He busied himself with work when a familiar figure approached his tent. “Garret, I really don't want to talk to you.” His ex was the last person he wanted to see today. “Come on, I just want to say hi.” He sighed and turned towards the broad-shouldered man in chainmail. “Please leave. I've told you we're through.” Sol turned back to the anvil then, continuing his work, determined to ignore the other's presence. His ex however had different plans and rounded the workspace to stand in front of him. “Give me another chance, Tink. I told you I'm sorry.” How dared he? Anger flared up in his chest and he shoved the glinting iron in the other's face, forcing him to take a few steps back. “You cheated on me, repeatedly. I will warn you one last time, don't come near me again.” He could see the familiar fury rise in Garrets eyes and prepared for a fight when another figure stepped up besides him, flanking his right side. “Is there a problem?” Runaan looked calm enough but held his hand on the pommel of the sword strapped to his side, ready to draw. “That's none of your business.” Garret’s voice was now filled with venom and he stepped closer again. “We have some private business to conduct here.” In that moment, Sol wondered once more why he'd ever bared with the guy in the first place. “No, we don't. Garret, leave.” He underlined the statement with a pointed look at the tent flap but apparently the other didn't receive the message and took a step forward instead.

To his surprise, Sol was suddenly faced with a face full of white hair as his boss stepped between them, seizing the other up as if to determine whether he'd be able to win a fight. “It is my business when someone threatens my employees. Especially if said employee is the best mechanic we've ever had. Please leave.” His voice was calm and commanding but he could hear the faint note of a threat swing with it. Still amazed that Runaan would stand up for him even though he didn't know what for, he reacted too late as his Ex lashed out. The punch was poorly aimed and collided heavily with the long-haired's crossed forearms. His boss however didn't budge an inch but also made no move for a counter attack. He simply stood his ground, staring the larger man down. “I will ask you one last time to leave Sol alone.” This time, he could hear barley concealed anger welling off of him. Garret took another step closer, so he could stare down on both of them. “You want to fight for the little shit? Fine. Let's take this outside.” This time, Runaan laughed “Oh, I'm sure he could easily fight for himself but if you insist.” Before storming off, his ex turned one last time. “At the show fight pit in ten minutes, don't pussy out.”

Once he was gone Sol shook the other's shoulders violently “That's a really bad idea. He's pretty good at the fighting. Please don't do that.” Runaan simply smirked, stilling the hands on his arms “I'll be fine. Don't worry. What's his problem with you anyways?” a deep sigh escaped his lips. He'd tried to avoid them meeting. “He's my Ex. He cheated on me, I left him about a year ago. I don't know what I saw in him in the first place to be honest.” The white haired man winced in sympathy. “From my limited experience with this person I would guess you're better off without him.” Sol had to laugh “Yeah, you don't say.” But the thought of them fighting had him immediately back in an anxious mood. “You know, I meant it. You shouldn't fight him. I don't want you to get hurt on my account.” After a moment he realized how that had sounded and quickly added “Besides Lujanne would have my head if I bring you back with a broken arm.”

However Runaan was having none of it. “I appreciate your concern but I am going to be fine. I will face Janne's wrath afterwards.” Tink sighed, he knew that face. It was the same one he made when insisting to try some reckless stunt on the track and meant his mind was set on it. “Don't you dare complain about a broken bone afterwards. I warned you.”

When they arrived at the show fight pit, Garret was already waiting there with a few of his friends, now without the chainmaille. At least he had the decency to not fight in full armour against someone clad in linen. Runaan took off the quiver and handed it to him together with the black recurve bow. “Watch over Luna, will you?” Of course he would have named the bow. Sol shook his head a little in amusement and also took the leather vest, tucking the things under his arm. “Wait!” he exclaimed before his boss could enter the pit. He pulled him back and whispered “He's got a weak defence on his lower right and his left ankle gives out under too much pressure.” With a smirk, the other nodded. “Thanks”

As soon as he’d jumped the fence of the pit Mina appeared at Sol's side slightly panicked. “Please tell me it's not what I think it is? Garret has been telling everyone he'd be wiping the floor with your new boyfriend.” He massaged his temples with one hand, grimacing “Sadly it is.” She paled a little “Should I alert the medics?” but he shook his head, determined to put at least a little trust in his boss. “No not yet, I want to see how it goes first. Maybe it will be fine.” Mina scoffed “Yeah sure. Garret's got at least a eighty pounds on him.” But she obediently stayed by his side, snuggling a bit closer as the pair in the pit began to circle each other. A little crowd of visitors and vendors alike had gathered, sensing this wouldn't be a regular show-fight.

Garret struck first but his opponent evaded the blow without even blocking it, sword cutting trough the air uselessly. Furious at the miss, the larger man attacked again, missing another time. They repeated the charade a few times until Garret was fuming. “Stay still you coward!” his boss chuckled but kept his distance, continuing to dance around the other. Somehow Sol was not surprised. The bastard sword in his hands looked used and had probably seen his fair share of fights. A little weight lifted off of him seeing Runaan wasn't already laying face down in the dirt as he’d expected.

A minute or two passed until the white haired man decided he'd evaded enough and started to actually fight. His style was different than what he'd seen before, more fluent. “Finally decided to fight me?” Garret huffed out between two breaths and suddenly Sol understood what the other had been doing. Tiring his opponent out was smart. Especially when the other had the strength advantage. They clashed swords repeatedly and even though both of them used dulled blades, he could imagine the pain they'd cause should they actually hit one another. Meanwhile, a larger crowd had gathered around them, seemingly interested in the fight. “He's actually pretty good.” Mina whispered beside him, pulling the mechanic out of his daydreams. “Yeah, I still worry.” She scooted a little closer squeezing his shoulder. It turned out he worried rightfully when Garret managed to get hold of his opponents neck somehow. He didn't see how exactly it happened but Runaan must have not been fast enough for once. Sol could see the realization on his boss' face as the pommel of Garret's sword neared his face and caught him right across the forehead. Unable to evade it, he just managed to stop some of the force with his free left hand. When the bigger man let go of his neck and pushed him to the floor, he dropped to his knees and Sol was just short of jumping the fence and running towards if Mina hadn't grabbed his hand. “Wait.” In front of them Runaan looked up to meet Sol's eyes before flicking his gaze further up at Garret with a grin. He wiped away the blood running down his nose and slowly stood up while his opponent came walking towards him, twirling the sword in his right hand. “Haven't you had enough?” his ex also dropped back into a fighting stance. “I'm still standing aren’t I?” the question was delivered with a surprisingly fast attack. Apparently Runaan had decided it was time to go into the offensive. The fight was more intense this time, people even started cheering like in a pub brawl. This time, the engineer clearly kept the upper hand. He moved faster, putting his whole Energy in speed, and made sure to stay out of the other's reach when he wasn't attacking. Somehow it even increased Sol's anxiety. By now, both of the fighters were covered in new bruises and scrapes but neither seemed inclined to yield. He quickly noticed that Runaan always hit with the flat side of his sword, decreasing the amount of damage he dealt. Still, he managed to get Garret on his back four times in a row, always giving him time to get up again. Evidentially both were keen to stick to the rules in that perspective. “Yield already!” the larger man huffed, starting a new attack that only found air. “Oh please after you.” Even though also breathing heavily by now, his boss seemed more energetic. He'd remind him of that the next time he complained about cardio, Tink thought a small smile creeping on his face. It took another ten minutes until he'd worn Garret down enough to disarm him every time he tried to attack. After four futile attempts, the other gave in and held up his hands. “Fine, you win.” He spat, leaving the field “Have fun with that looser.”

It turned out that had been the wrong thing to say because Runaan was by his side in an instant, swiping his legs and pushing the larger man to the ground with his knee on the other's chest. “If I see you bothering him again, I will find you and then you'd wish you'd broken both my arms when you had the chance.” It was quiet enough for only Garret to hear but the anger in his eyes reached Sol before he let go of him again, turning to walk away.

Tink wondered what he'd said to the other but he doubted it was something pleasant. The crowd made way for the white haired man as he vaulted over the fence, making his way towards Sol and Mina. The girl disappeared again with the promise to find some water and a few tissues for his face and left the pair to themselves. “You are hurt.” The mechanic tried his best to sound displeased even though he was glad of the relatively good outcome of the fight. Runaan's grin was tinted a light red that indicated he'd probably also bit his tongue during the exchange. “I’m fine it's just a little blood.” He shook his head, grabbing the other's arm to lead him back to his tent. “A little blood my ass. I’m pretty sure you are also concussed.” His boss chuckled but let himself being led away without struggle. “Calm down, you are worse than Lujanne.” Sol huffed “And you are reckless as hell. But then, we already knew that.” He grumbled searching through his stuff for a clean towel. Thankfully Mina appeared soon enough with a bowl of water and a washcloth, handing them to Tink. He pointed to a chair “Sit” Runaan obeyed and watched him wet the cloth, not twitching away when he moved to dab it at his nose. “Do you think it's broken?” he asked, eyeing the blood that was still trickling down his face suspiciously. The engineer shook his head slightly “No that feels differently.”

Sol stopped “How do you-“ but then shook his head “You know what? Never mind.” The other raised a shaped white eyebrow but chose to remain silent in favour of the cloth dabbing away the blood on his face.

Runaan had to look away from his employees concentrated expression when the urge to just grab and kiss him got too strong. After all, he still didn't know whether he was interested or not and there was no way he would jeopardize their friendship for that. At Sol's insistence, he stayed by the forge, perched on an unused spot of the worktable with his legs drawn up. “There is no way I let you get out there again when Garret and his friends are still there.” He didn't object as it gave him the opportunity to drink in the sight of a very hot smith working shirtless on the forge. For hours. Mina came around occasionally to see if they were both still okay and every once in a while a visitor would either ask or buy something. But otherwise they were alone. Sometimes, Tink would explain what he was doing and he’d ask questions about either technique or functionality of the finished products. It was a nice change from work and Runaan enjoyed being the one without any knowledge, eager to learn what fascinated the other in the work he was doing.

Eventually, dawn neared and soon, the fire was the only thing lighting up the tent as the sun slowly set between the trees. “The people working at the camp usually gather around the fires in the yard once the visitors have left, would you like to come with?” Sol suddenly asked “If, um, if you don’t have to be anywhere that is.” He checked his phone but besides two messages from Lujanne asking if he’d scored the mechanic, yet there was nothing of importance, so he shook his head. “No, they will survive a day without me, I think. I would love to come.” A warm feeling spread in his chest at the beaming smile Sol regarded him with in response. “Great, let me just get the forge down to a safe temperature.” He watched him close some of the air vents until the fire died down to a soft glint.

When they arrived in the yard, dozes of little fires were already burning and almost the whole staff had gathered around to enjoy the evening. Runaan recognized the people he’d shot a few targets with earlier and walked over when the smith excused himself to get something to drink for them. “Hey man are you okay? We saw the fight earlier. Garret is such a dick I’m glad he already left.” One of them greeted. “Yeah, I’m fine. Though I would prefer to let that stay a one-time experience. I’ve had more fun fights.” He other two nodded solemnly “He deserved it. Especially after the shit he pulled with our favourite smith last year it was bold of him to turn up here again.” Runaan furrowed his brows “It’s not really my place to ask but what happened? Sol seemed pretty upset.” the girl on his right shook her head “Nah, it’s really no secret around here. That Dickhead cheated on Tink with two guys at the same time. I mean that’s just shitty. And he wouldn’t leave him alone when he ended things. We even had to throw him out of the camp.” Multiple grim nods in their immediate surrounding confirmed her statement. “Now I kind of wish I hit him harder.” Runaan mumbled, still angry at the guy he hardly knew. How dared he do that to such a nice person? Someone patted his back and the group erupted in laughter. “Trust me you bruised his ego enough. How long have you two been together?” every drop of blood in his body immediately froze. “How long have we- What?” he repeated, choking on the words tumbling out of his mouth. The girl who’d spoken earlier looked confused. “We thought you were an item. Aren’t you?” He shook his head frantically, a violent blush spreading up until it even covered his ears. “N-no. We, um, we work together. I’m kind of his boss?” At the mention of work, the group exchanged knowing glances. “So, you are the mysterious employer of the mysterious job he isn’t allowed to talk about? What do you even work as? All we know is that he’s a mechanic.” She prodded, asking what everyone wanted to know. He hesitated for a moment but eventually decided it would do no harm if a group of Re-enactors knew his face. “I’m a MotoGP racer. Sol is my fist and only mechanic. He also helps me in development for my company. I’m an engineer when I don’t race.” They all stared at him for a second seemingly trying to connect the slightly dirty guy in sweat-stained linen clothes to one of the famous racers. “Wait!” one of them said “Your name was Runaan right?” he nodded “So you’re the owner of Moonshadow inc? And built the fastest bike on the track at the moment?” Great, why would one of the medieval nerds be interested in racing? “Yes, why?” he already prepared himself for a series of questions, but the guy only shrugged. “I would have pictured you older.” Relief washed over him, being spared the unwanted attention. “Thanks?” The conversation steered back to Archery after that and he was glad about the change of topic that allowed him to regain some of his composure before Sol returned, handing him a cup of steaming honey mead.

He let himself get pulled away by the short haired man and they sat down with Mina by one of the fires. The group exchanged stories of past Fairs and Runaan was contend listening to all of them. It made him happy to see Sol talk so feely with the other Re-enactors and how well everybody seemed to like the smith. When nobody forced him to interact, big groups of people weren’t that bad. He found the men and women around him to be exceptional easy company in comparison to the high society snobs he usually had to deal with. It reminded him of his old Re-enactment club during college. He was pulled from his musings as Sol tapped his shoulder and offered him a glazed apple. Apparently, his expression must have been really funny since multiple people in his immediate surrounding laughed as he took the precious treat. The smith only smiled at him and shushed the rest with a chuckle “Don’t be mean. He usually isn’t allowed to eat sweets.” They all fell silent with expressions of sympathy and then continued their previous conversations. Runaan really admired the acceptance among the group even though they hardly even knew him. “I’m pretty sure you earned that after the fight you delivered earlier.” Sol bit into a glazed apple, himself and motioned for him to do the same. “Go on, they are really good.” A little reluctantly, the engineer took the first bite and was immediately in food heaven. The sweetness of the sugar worked well with the general sour taste of the fruit. “Oh my god.” He exclaimed “I forgot how they taste like.” The other smiled at the expression of pure glee. “Careful Tink, you might break him.” Someone shouted but Runaan couldn’t find himself bothered by it. He was glad to finally be able to meet Sol’s friends but also a little sad that he couldn’t offer him the same.

The night went on and soon everybody was positively tipsy. Some people even started to sing and dance around one of the bigger fires. He surveyed the scene when someone suddenly brushed his back. Turning around, he found Sol’s gaze who had wrapped a thick wool blanket around both their shoulders, his face slightly flushed from the alcohol. It had turned cold somewhere during the last hour and Runaan realized just now that he was shivering. “Thank you.” He smiled and scooted a little closer, surprised by the other’s radiant body heat. The smith simply shrugged but returned his smile “You seemed cold.” He nodded, drawing the tip of the blanket up in front of him. “How come you aren’t?” another shrug “I guess my internal heating system works a little too well?” he hummed in agreement, contend in the pocket of warmth created around them.

Even though he greatly enjoyed the company he was in, it got too much at some point. Too many different snippets of conversation found their way into his brain and it grew harder to blend them out. “I’m going to take a walk.” He informed Sol before stealthily distancing himself from the group of people. The clear night air calmed him immediately and he wandered the camp until he found a nice place under a tree to sit. Far enough from the other’s to be quiet and largely shielded from view. Runaan leaned his head back against the tree trunk, admiring the stars that appeared in he night sky. He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there but after a while he heard soft footsteps coming closer. Sol sat down next to him, wrapping them once again in the blanket he’d brought. He’d began to shiver again. “Sorry I ditched you. I’m not good with many people.” He tried to explain but the excuse sounded hollow in his ears. The mechanic regarded him with a warm smile nevertheless “It’s okay. They can be a bit much.” That was not what he’d meant to say. “N-no, they are great, really. I just struggle when I’m around too many unfamiliar people for a long time.” Now that he thought about it, Runaan found it pretty pathetic on his part. They had all been so nice and he still wasn’t able to stick around for longer than a few hours. “That’s fine. I’m glad you still decided to stay as long as you did. I think I haven’t thanked you yet for helping out with Garret.” The engineer shook his head “Don’t mention it. From what I heard he had it coming.” Tink nodded a little sadly “Yeah. However, thanks to you he will probably stay away for good this time.”

He offered a smile, subconsciously shuffling closer to the other “I that case, I’m glad I could be of service.” Their faces were awfully close now. So close that Runaan could see the stars reflected in Sol’s enticing eyes. His throat went dry as he instinctively bit his lip to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. There were little freckles on the other’s cheeks, partially covered by smears of coal and dirt. Some of the dark hair had fallen down, obstructing part of the view. He knew he was staring but couldn’t for the love of god pull his eyes away from the beautiful man in front of him. Green-gold orbs with barley dilated pupils stared back at him and when he flicked his gaze down to the smith’s lips, he found them slightly parted, a small puff of hot breath appearing in the cold air. Said air suddenly got trapped inside his lungs as his rapidly beating heart drowned out all other sound. Runaan licked his bottom lip, slowly closing the distance without his brain having any say in it. Sparks erupted behind his closed eyes when Sol met him halfway, reaching up cup his face carefully as if he has afraid to break him.

Deepening the kiss and desperate to get closer to the object of his desire, the engineer sank his hand in-between the dark curls and pulled him forward until Sol was placed in his lap. Warm hands started to roam his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoo. He grinned against Sol’s lips. Getting a hold of the hem of his shirt, he slipped his nimble fingers under it, caressing the soft warm skin underneath. “Mhmn” the smith seemed to agree with his plan and wiggled a little closer, burying his face in Runaan’s neck and letting butterfly kisses trail along his collarbone and up again to claim his mouth.

Every thought of doubt was erased from his mind as he struggled to get as close as humanly possible to Tink. By now, their chests were touching and the dark haired man had his knees placed on either side of him so he was straddling his hips, hands still roaming over the skin exposed by the front of his shirt. Eventually, they had to break apart to breathe, both of them panting slightly from the unexpected outcome of this evening. “Tent?” Sol asked, struggling to his feet. “Oh god, yes.” His own voice a low growl, Runaan let himself being pulled up by the other and together they raced through the campsite, keen to avoid anyone else. As soon as the dark red tent came into view, he felt the mechanic quickening his pace, grabbing his hand to drag him along. Once inside, Sol fumbled with a few knots which held up one of the side panels, hands trembling. When he finally managed to get them to fall down, only the soft red of the fire illuminated the inside of the tent, tinting the other’s hair a flaming orange.

Slowly, tentatively, Runaan stepped up in his personal space, giving him plenty of time to change his mind before hoisting him up in his arms. “Are you sure?” it sounded uncertain, voice a low rumble heavy with emotion. He nodded “Mmmhm” their second kiss was soft and caring while the engineer carried him over to the mattress and heap of blankets he’d placed in a secluded part of the tent. Runaan carefully set him down, supporting his own weight with hands braced on either side of his head. The white hair was tousled by now, some strands falling out of the braids and into Sol’s face. In that moment, he swore he’d never seen anyone as beautiful. Dark turquoise eyes sparkled above him, scanning his every move with dilated pupils. “God you are perfect.” The other murmured, leaning down for another kiss. Instinctively, Tink wrapped his hands around his neck and forced Runaan down on his forearms, closing the distance between their bodies. The taller man let out a soft yelp at the sudden loss of balance but caught himself quickly enough without crushing him. “Sorry” he whispered against his lips, drawing a chuckle out that vibrated through both their bodies. “Don’t apologize.” It was something Runaan thought Sol did too often. “You should never apologize.”

On a relatively clear moment, he turned and reached over to the tracker on his wrist, activating the pre-installed private mode. “Aren’t you gonna take it off?” Tink cringed a little at the thought of someone getting hold of that data. “No way, do you know how many calories I intend to burn?” he couldn’t supress the full out laughter that bubbled up his throat at the sincere tone. “Don’t worry it doesn’t transmit anything this way.” Runaan breathed into his ear, gently nipping at his earlobe in the process. Sol had to bite down on his fist to stifle an involuntary groan. They were in a tent after all and tents had zero to none soundproofing. “Y-you are, Hnhhggnn, you are crazy.” He managed, reaching out pull the other further down to return the favour. “So, Aaaah, so I’ve been t-told.”

Something bright shone into his eyes, uncomfortable even through the closed eyelids. Runaan moved his hand to block it, blinking slowly until his eyes adjusted to the light. He was in a tent. Pushing himself up, the engineer let his gaze wander around the space and shivered a little at the cold air tickling his skin. Looking down at himself, he came to another realisation. He was naked. He was in a tent and naked. Suddenly the events from last night came flooding back into his memory. The fight, the fire, the kiss- the kiss.... “Shit” he breathed, running a shaky hand through the remnants of his once braided hair. How could he have done that? Runaan prayed his actions hadn't cost him their friendship. Sol wasn't here after all and that was a bad sign in his experience. Manly because he was usually the one to leave and knew exactly what that meant. A glance on his tracker made him stop again. 11:23am. How long had he been sleeping? He tapped away on the little screen, pulling up the chart displaying his sleep time. Seven hours? He never managed to sleep that much in a row, much less undisturbed by insomnia.

Just now he realized that there were people moving about outside, their chatter seeping through the thick tent cloth. The back of the tent he was currently occupying was secluded from the rest by a curtain, effectively blocking his sight on the outside world and vice versa. Grateful for at least a little bit of privacy in his flustered state, Runaan slowly stood up to collect his clothing. He found his pants and underwear easily enough, them being the closest items to the mattress on the floor. The engineer felt immediately better after pulling them on, now at least able to preserve his modesty should someone enter. After a few minutes of rummaging, he also produced one of his boots and the sword belt Sol had been so eager to get off of him last night. He pushed the memory back when he felt warmth pooling in his stomach area, still able to recall the feeling of the others fingers on his hips and- ‘No' he scolded himself. That was not the kind of thought he needed right now.

Despite turning over every item in his surrounding, Runaan wasn't able to find his shirt nor the missing second boot. With a sigh, he used the little mirror fastened to one of the tent poles to at least fix his white hair from ‘I just had sex' to ‘It's meant to be this way'.

The engineer soon realized he would have to leave the tent eventually and if only to find his missing clothes. Barefoot, he tapped over to the curtain and carefully peeked through it. Sol was talking to three elderly women but otherwise the coast seemed clear. Spotting his belt pouch that most likely contained his phone and some cigarettes, god did he want one right now, he sneaked outside to get it. A cab would be his saving grace.

However one of the Ladies made his plan disappear into thin air when she gasped and pointed at him. “Sir there is a man in your tent.” Shit, so much for making a quiet escape. Sol was surprisingly unfazed and didn't even turn around. “Ah, yes that's Runaan. Runaan, say hi to these lovely ladies.” His voice was warm, affectionate and completely caught the engineer off guard. “Uh, um Hi?” he tried, wincing at the gravelly sound. The trio returned the greeting reluctantly, still suspicious of his presence.

Sol chose that moment to grab a cup that was placed near the fire to keep it warm and walk up to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as he pushed it into Runaan's hands. “Good morning sleepy head, I got you some coffee.” Both himself and the three ladies seemed equally shocked by the gesture. He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut again. Busying himself with the coffee instead. What did just happen? The smith returned to tend to his customers, leaving his boss? Lover? Boyfriend? alone again. Just then, Mina spotted him from across the path and waved enthusiastically. Without even realizing he tentatively waved back, still certain to be caught in a dream.

He needed a smoke. Now. Placing the empty coffee cup on the worktable, he reached for his pouch with trembling hands and pulled out the box of cigarettes. Runaan lighted one on the glowing embers and leaned back against the table, taking a long, deep pull. It needed longer than usual for the calming effect to set in and he was already lighting the second one on the glinting stub of the first when the trio finished their purchase. They smiled as Sol bid them goodbye and one of them even waved at him. The engineer raised his hand in acknowledgement still bewildered by the surreal calm. Nobody was kicking him out. That was a first.

“Hey, are you okay?” the smith suddenly appeared in front of him, grimacing as the smoke reached his nose. “Um, yeah, I'm fine.” The frown on the other's face only deepened. “You look troubled and-“ he pointed at the now third cigarette between his fingers “-you stress smoke.” Runaan sighed, keeping it perched on his lips despite the disapproving look it earned him. “I expected you to kick me out.” Bewilderment flickered over Sol's beautiful face “Why would I do that?” he shrugged, drawing almost the whole cigarette in one to gain some courage. “I don't know? Maybe you would’ve regretted last night?” the confusion in the other's eyes only intensified. “Why would I regret it? Do you?” Runaan found that he did, in fact, not regret a thing. Also a first. “N-no.” He stuttered, letting go of the cigarette butt as it burned his hand. He subconsciously reached for the pack to get another one but Sol was faster. “I will be taking these.” He announced despite his involuntary whine. “So why would you think I'd regret it.” The smith was awfully close now, close enough to smell the distinct note of fire on his skin. “I, um. You, well, you weren't there when I woke up and I thought-I thought you might’ve ditched me and-“ he didn't get any further because suddenly, their lips were clashing and Sol chased the taste of nicotine off his tongue with coffee and something distinctively him. “I would never just ditch you.” The other said after pulling away again. Runaan swallowed “So we're good?” he dared to ask tentatively. A nod in confirmation lifted a boulder the size of this entire state off his heart. “Of course we are. As long as you still want this?” he nodded immediately, blurting out a “Yes!” before he could even think about it.

Sol beamed in return and pecked his lips again “Great! I will get us something to eat.” And dashed out of the tent. He busied himself with observing the passing people and noticed that the members of Tink's Re-enactment group all smiled when they saw him. He waved and smiled back. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

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▸pairing: hoseok x reader ▸genre: hybrid au, uni/college au, roommate au, e2l ▸words: 7.1k+ ▸rating: sfw ▸notes: wah the hoseok series! the hybrid one!! note: this isn’t the familiar one that you all decided on, that’s something different! Nonetheless I hope you thorsty hobi stans all enjoy this! The unwitting roommate/hybrid/uni au no one asked for!

You’d think being mutually duped by your dodgy landlord would be more than enough common ground to bring you together, but somehow, with Hoseok, it did the opposite. You both signed the lease though, so now you were stuck with each other whether you liked it or not. At least he was cute, even if he did spend the better half of his time glaring at you.

— masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 — posted; 23.06.2018

“Listen, Joy, you’re not here to see it. I’m about three seconds away from yanking my hair out at the roots.”

From the other end of the line there was a laugh that was halfway disbelieving and half hysterically amused. You glared at the wall, leg bouncing in annoyance where it sat crossed over your other one—for a moment your gaze was captured by the floppy movement of your foot before you shook the observation from your mind. You were laying back against the mountain of pillows on your bed, forty-five minutes into a phone call with your best friend, who happened to be halfway across the world at the current moment. As it usually did on your phone calls together recently, the topic had drifted, once more, to your roommate.

As though the very thought of him had been enough to summon him, you heard the front door click as the knob was turned, and the resulting creak and thud as your roommate entered the apartment and closed the door behind himself. You cursed softly, eyes flitting to your own door—you’d closed it, but he had excellent hearing, so you were going to have to talk quietly. You grabbed your laptop and put on some very loud, very explicit music.

Like clockwork, not even a whole second later there was a loud, annoyed groan from the kitchen area, and you grinned to yourself. It took you a moment to realise your best friend had been talking to you for a few moments now.

“Trick ass bitch, don’t ignore me!” Joy’s voice was sharp as it pierced your ear through the receiver. “Everything I have to say is something worth listening to!”

You rolled your eyes, thankful she couldn’t see you—it would have earned you smack were you here, and a loud protest were you video calling.

“Of course, you’re absolutely right,” you said, scratching an itch that appeared on your hip. “That’s why I was listening to you!”

“If you were listening to me, then what was I saying?” the female asked, tone indicating she knew you hadn’t been hearing a single word.

“I won’t butcher the majesty of your words by attempting to speak them with my own poor, peasant mouth,” you said, lips tugging in a smile when you heard her snort. Lucky for you, she decided to let it go.

“I was asking why you haven’t just left?” she repeated, for your benefit. “I mean, that’s the obvious solution. Your roommate is actively making your life very difficult, so remove the roommate from the equation.”

“I’ve been trying to!” you informed her in protest, rolling onto your side so you could kick your legs. The warmth of the bed where you’d been laying was heavenly as it began to sink back into the side of your body that had been exposed to the cool air. There was the faint sound of footsteps down the hall before a door closed and, seconds later, the wall of your room began to groan as the shower was turned on and the pipes were put to use.

Joy made an unimpressed sound. “You’ve been trying to make him move out, not move out yourself.”

A heavy sigh escaped you. “Yeah, but you know I can’t, Joy. This was one of the only places that would take me, and one of the only ones I could afford! Plus, it’s so close to campus, and the shops… I can’t let him have it.”

You could almost feel her rolling her eyes. “That’s kind of petty, but I did raise you that way so I can’t really call you out on it.”

A smile crept into your voice as you spoke. “I’m older than you though?”

Joy sighed. “Ah, the life of a single mother is hard. Kids are so ungrateful.”

You laughed, her own giggles as she joined in from the other end of the line sending fond warmth to curl around your heart. Ah, she hadn’t even been gone that long and already you missed her a lot.

You talked for a while longer, until she was cursing softly and telling you she had to go—it was a lot later than she’d realised. With a sad smile, you bid her farewell, and let your phone drop to the bed as the familiar beep filled your ears. There was always something rude about being hung up on, even if it was consensual and agreed upon by your best friend—there was always a part of you that felt slightly ruffled.

Nestling further into your covers, you kind of just lay there for a while, lost in thought. It was mid-evening, the sky dark outside, and you were surprisingly tired—you’d spent the day catching up on lectures you’d had to miss over the past few weeks and your brain was kind of fried. Which, you supposed, was probably why it kept wondering to your annoying roommate instead of something more relaxing and mood-improving, like kittens.

Jung Hoseok, a second-year student like yourself that attended your university, was your unwitting roommate. One might wonder, how could a roommate be unwitting? Well, you knew exactly how.

You were convinced that what had happened to the both of you was technically illegal, but neither of you knew enough about the law to really dispute it. You’d never met Hoseok before the day you were set to move into this apartment, both of you under the impression that you were going to be the sole resident—both of you were mistaken. The landlord of the apartment had, as you were prone to putting it, pulled an absolute fast one on you. Both you and Hoseok had been offered leases, and both of you had signed thinking you were going to be the only person living there—yes, both of you were that dumb that you didn’t even read the whole thing. But could you be blamed? At the low prices this place was offering, you really should have known better and suspected a catch, but you were also desperate and a few days away from being homeless—so you’d taken the opportunity that had been so nicely presented to you, gift wrap and all.

Of course, now there was nothing you regretted more than not looking over that stupid form.

You’d signed for a year, and the two of you were now contractually obliged to stay for that duration. Neither of you wanted to live for an entire year with the other. Well, technically at the start you wouldn’t have minded—Hoseok was cute, but for some reason, right off the bat, he hated you. At this point you were just responding in kind! You were a proud person, and your pride would have suffered greatly if you’d just sat there and taken it, so you didn’t. No, you gave it back just as strong and sometimes (most of the time, you’d like to think) you even won your sad little showdowns. It wasn’t as much of a stroke to the ego as you would have liked, but you did enjoy seeing Hoseok riled up. The glare he gave you and the way he would storm off to his room and slam the door really buttered your eggrolls even on the worst of days.

With a sigh, you grasped the covers and began wriggling your body beneath them properly, almost making your phone slip off the side in the process. You were an indulgent person, easily persuaded to your own whims, and so it was no surprise that you’d showered and changed into your pyjamas well before six o’clock. You liked how refreshed it made you feel.

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, ‘resting’, and for a second it seemed like your mind might actually be still for once. Then the walls groaned once more, and the pipes hidden behind plaster shifted, creaking slightly, to indicate the shower had been shut off. God, your biggest fear was that one of these days one of the pieces holding those ancient pipes together inside the walls was going to burst and fly through the wall to belt you on the head, Final Destination style. Would it kill you? You supposed that depended on how merciful the powers that be were feeling on that particular day.

That train of thought, slightly morbid as it may be, continued and slowly, gradually, your mind blended thoughts and images together until the graceful embrace of sleep washed over your mind and for the meantime, you were free.

x x x x x x x x x

The next morning your sleep was interrupted by a persistent, raucous sound. Groggy confusion registered in your mind as you recalled you hadn’t actually set any alarms for today, since it was meant to be your day off. It took a few moments more as your brain booted up for you to realise that the sound was knocking, and someone was currently trying to bash down your door with their fist. You lurched from the bed, trying to remember if you’d ordered anything online for there to be a parcel as you threw your door open and bolted down the hall. You did not want to miss the parcel guy again. Going to the post office was a massive pain in the ass.

You skidded to a stop at the door, sparing a moment to mentally curse Hoseok out for not answering it—until your eyes flicked over the microwave at the edge of the kitchen, that is. The time blinked at you in bright green, 10:15AM. Well, you supposed, he was probably well gone and completing a shift at work by now. Damn it. You were almost sad you lost an opportunity to be annoyed at him.

The knocking started up once more, loud and jarring and completely startling you where you stood next to the door, and you were reminded once again of the pressing matter at hand. Fuck, right, the mail guy! You hurried to unlock the door, swinging it open with a sheepish smile already plastered on your face. Cool air brushed your body as the door swept past you.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I took so l—oh, hey Taehyung, Jungkook.”

Taehyung laughed at the audible way in which your tone had shifted once you realised it was them, and Jungkook merely smiled sheepishly at you. “Hey, y/n. Sorry we, uh, woke you.”

You returned the smile, stepping back and pretending you weren’t painfully aware that you were standing before the two very attractive males in your rumpled, gudetama pyjamas.

“Nice PJ’s,” Taehyung said as a way of greeting, rich golden eyes curving with his smile. You tried not to blush. “Is Hoseok home?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. You shut the door behind them once they were both inside, slipping their shoes off to the side. You were careful not to catch their tails in the door. “But I’m sure he’ll finish work or whatever he’s doing sometime soon. Feel free to loiter in his room.”

Jungkook shot you a look, flavescent hues startling you as they always did with their striking beauty. His tail curled behind him as he grinned cheekily, “Hoseok hates it when we mess up his space though.”

You smiled brightly at him, “I know.”

Taehyung snorted, moving straight for the kitchen. You couldn’t help but watch as his long, cream tail flowed behind him, swishing through the air playfully. You almost missed it as he spoke to you, his head already buried in the pantry, “Are the two of you ever going to stop being such childish idiots with each other?”

Jungkook hopped onto the bench, feet resting on one of the stools, and faced you expectantly as he waited for an answer. Taehyung let out a soft ‘ah ha!’ as he found what he was looking for in your pantry. You tried not to roll your eyes as he stepped out with the dried banana chips in his grasp.

“I don’t know,” you grumbled, kicking your toe against the floor. “Maybe when he finally leaves and gives me my house back. Besides, I’m only being rude because he started it.”

“You’re a literal child,” Taehyung said around a mouthful of banana chips—your banana chips, you might add—and rested his hip against the bench. His ears, medium sized and fluffy white with black on the inside, flicked idly.

“One, I cannot believe you would say that to me in my own home while eating my banana chips,” you said, pointing at him in half-hearted outrage. He blinked owlishly. “Two, are you sure you’re not a monkey? I thought you said you couldn’t hold stuff with your tail!”

The second part was directed at Jungkook, whom was reaching for the packet in Taehyung’s grasp with the end of his tail. He froze in the act, blurting defensively, “We can hold stuff! I said we couldn’t hang from stuff with it, like monkeys can—because we’re not monkeys.”

Taehyung snickered and you laughed lightly, moving over to sit at the table near them. “Right, right. How could I forget. A monkey would have been able to grab that bag way quicker.”

Jungkook let out a noise of outrage and you were laughing until he smacked you in the face with the appendage in question. In an instant the tables had turned, you now the one sputtering around a face full of fur as he and Taehyung cackled like hyenas. From the sounds of them, you wouldn’t peg them as lemur hybrids.

“God, there’s fur in my mouth, what the fuck Jungkook,” you whined, swiping your fingers over your tongue to get rid of the strands that had decided to cling.

“It’s what you get for being a bitch,” Jungkook sniffed, tail curling against his side in a manner that you could have sworn was triumphant. “I’ve told you many a time we’re not monkeys, yet you still decide to push it.”

You squinted at them both, deciding to ignore his accurate jab for the time being, “You lemurs are awfully vindictive, aren’t you? Is that why Hoseok is such a butt face? The whole lemur thing?”

Taehyung laughed, nearly choking on the mouthful he hadn’t finished chewing yet. You sent a quick prayer to the heavens for your flooring in case it met chewed-up banana chips anytime in the next few minutes. “Hoseok is a ray of actual sunshine, y/n. I still have no idea what you did to make him act this way— it usually takes a lot to make him mad.”

You sniffed, turning your face to the loungeroom, “You and me both, my dude.”

True to your words, you had absolutely no idea why Hoseok had taken to disliking you as much as he did. You knew it had to have happened on the day you both moved in, because for a while there you could have sworn he was a decent person. Then he changed and became the earthly embodiment of the devil and you’d never regretted a decision more than you did signing that lease.

“You’ve been living together for three months now and you still don’t know?” Jungkook queried, and you looked over to see he’d succeeded in snatching the bag from Taehyung with his nimble tail. His eyes, light, flavescent golden and framed by dark lashes, bored into yours as he spoke, the kittenish curl of his lips making an appearance as he smiled in amusement. Your eyes swept over the chestnut-coloured locks atop his head, swept back from his face for today’s style, and admired the odd white or black strand that stuck out against the rest. You supposed it was his hybrid colouring peeking through.

“No,” you said, begrudging, before reaching to smack his thigh. Your palm smarted at the impact— you’d probably ended up hurting yourself more than him, what with how ridiculously toned he was. “Get your feet off there— no timberlands on the stools.”

Jungkook pouted, but did as you said, legs shifting from the stool to swing them where he sat on the edge of the bench. The black hoodie he had donned pulled taught as he shoved his hands in the front pockets like a sulking child. He sent you a glare, to which you responded with a pleased smile, cooing, “Good boy.”

You ignored the blush that lit in his cheeks at your words for his sake, but Taehyung was not one to let such an opportunity pass so easily. He cackled, making fun of the younger before Jungkook punched him in the arm and he lowered the volume of his amused chuckling.

“Anyway,” you began, frowning at Taehyung. “Why are you here?”

“Hoseok,” he answered immediately, about a split second after he’d shoved more chips in his mouth. If he at the whole bag, you were making him buy you some more— they cost $7 a pop and you were truly living the poor student life.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes heavily. He wrinkled his nose at you. “I’m asking why.”

“Oh,” he said simply, before a bright grin tugged his lips. A part of you wanted to give him the world when he smiled like that. “He’s been teaching me to dance! Hobi, Jungkook and Jimin all go to the same dance class and I want to join too, but I don’t want to embarrass myself, so he’s been teaching me.”

“Huh,” it wasn’t your best or most eloquent response, but it was a response nonetheless. You tried to assimilate the image you had of Hoseok in your head with the one Taehyung was proposing, and found you simply couldn’t do it.

You spent a little longer talking with the two hybrids, laughing at their antics and the stories they told you from their dorms. Considering they were Hoseok’s friends, they were pretty decent. Then again, you weren’t really one to judge right off the back; like you’d emphasised many times before, Hoseok was rude to you first. Before that, you were perfectly friendly. Well, as perfectly friendly as one could be when they were livid about being conned by their landlord.

Your joyful interaction was interrupted though. Halfway through talking both hybrids paused, heads tilting and ears twitching— Jungkook’s smaller ears ruffled his chestnut locks slightly, but Taehyung’s larger pair shifted quickly. You were about to ask what was wrong when you heard it too, a shrill noise from the direction of your bedroom that sounded horrifyingly familiar.

“Oh shit, someone’s calling me,” you blurted, before lurching from your spot and racing down the hall, hoping you didn’t miss the call. You had that ringtone reserved for one person in particular and she’d give you an absolute pizzling if you didn’t answer her on the first try.

“y/n!” your eardrums were accosted the second you picked up, upper half falling onto the bed to reach the phone in time. “Dude, you almost missed my call! Ungrateful.”

“Hani,” you cooed, fluttering your lashes out of habit. “I came running as soon as I heard the ringtone.”

The female sniffed, and you could have sworn you heard two hybrids snickering from down the hall. They’d met your friend before, and they knew the wrath you’d meet if you happened to miss the call.

“You better have,” she said, voice loud against your ear. You briefly wondered if you should turn the call volume down or whether you should just deal with it for now. “Anyway, I’m just calling you to see how far away you are?”

“Hm?” you froze, teeth clacking from the speed with which you shut your mouth. What?

“You know, how far away you are…?” Hani continued, a knowing edge seeping into her tone. “From the cafe…? Where you are meeting me…? Like we planned…? A week ago…?”

You cursed, knowing for sure now that the laughter you were hearing down the hall was not a figment of your imagination. Of course, they could hear every part of your conversation, stupid hybrid hearing.

“I’m…” you gulped. “Not far…”

“y/n,” Hani said. You slipped from your bed as she spoke, hurrying to the chest of drawers to the other side of the room and rooting around desperately for a dress or shirt or something you could get dressed into quickly.

“Yes?”

“You have ten minutes to get here, or else you’re shouting my meal.”

You shrieked, ignoring her cackling in favour of slamming the hang up button and lurching for the draw with all your underwear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, I forgot I was meeting her today!”

Taehyung’s cackling reached you from down the hall, “Better hurry, y/n! She probably chose on of the expensive cafes!”

You let out a loud, tortured groan, knowing he was right. Ugh, Hani would. Cursing once more, you slammed the door shut and threw yourself into the quickest attempt at getting dressed you’d ever achieved on record.

If you skipped hair, you might just make it in time.

x x x x x x x x

As it turned out, you hadn’t made it on time, but Hani had been so amused by how dishevelled you looked as you rocked up to the table with a bird’s nest for hair and your shirt on backwards that she’d left you off the hook anyway.

Your little cafe date was there because you’d both gotten extremely caught up during this semester and hadn’t seen each other as much as you would have liked. You didn’t think you’d seen her for a few weeks this time. You were in different degrees, so it could be expected, more or less.

After your cafe date, you’d spent a good few hours studying in the library on the side of campus closest to your apartment. While you understood it was an unavoidable part of life, you still didn’t particularly like walking, and strategically included as little in your day as possible. At this point you were a pro, it was just unfortunate that that mastery didn’t extend to studying. You’d given up on your physiology revision after a few lectures when the information has stopped sticking and started slipping. It was an executive decision to call it quits while you were ahead, really. Your motto was always to study smart, not hard.

You thought you were going to be more tired after expending so many of your dwindling brain cells on studying for so long, but to your utter surprise you had enough energy to skip up to the door of your apartment if you wanted to. You almost did, but refrained for the sole reason that the last time you’d indulged in an urge like that you’d gotten a complaint from three separate tenants on the floor below and you weren’t up for being scolded by Maureen the middle-aged maintenance lady again. She got this crazy look in her eyes whenever they landed on you and it made you fear for your life— you would have been much more alarmed that she had a key to your apartment did you not have a defence of sorts in the form of a grumpy lemur hybrid who happened to have night vision and a tendency for holding grudges.

Smiling to yourself about how funny you were, you unlocked the front door and swung it open as you usually did when you came home to an empty house, even going so far to holler into the void, “I’m home!”

You almost tripped as you entered the apartment at the sound of a pained groan that echoed from the direction of the living room— you thought no-one was home? Fuck, what day was it? You tried to recall what part of the week you were in and pulled a face when you realised you’d miscalculated and that tomorrow was the day Hoseok worked later, not today. Shit, that meant he was here— if you’d known you would have hung around the library a bit longer.

Before you could backtrack and leg it back out the door, you genuinely tripped on your next step and nearly hurtled to the floor. You caught yourself on the wall with a loud thud, and glared at the offending shoe that had just made an attempt on your life. God, you couldn’t even blame Hoseok— it was one of yours.

“Ah, y/n! Are you alright?”

You looked up at the sound of a voice you most certainly hadn’t been expecting, the concerned expression of one Park Jimin peeking around the corner that lead to the living room. Heat instantly rushed to your face. What the hip hoppin’ heck was Jimin doing here? You cursed internally. God, could this get any worse?

“I’m fine,” you managed, voice somewhat strangled as you threw yourself into a standing position once more, a little too quickly. You dusted your clothes, adjusting your bag. “I just, uh, dropped something is all. Yeah.”

You honestly wondered how and why it was possible for every single one of Hoseok’s friends to be as ridiculously attractive as they were. Jimin’s look of concern split to reveal a stunning smile as his plush lips tugged into a grin and his hazel eyes honest to god almost glimmered in the light. Holy shit. Why couldn’t you have gotten Jimin as your roommate? Not only was he nicer than your current housemate, but you definitely wouldn’t complain about waking up to see this every day. Not to say Hoseok wasn’t attractive— it was just you were usually so annoyed with him that you spent as little time as possible looking at his face, because you knew you’d forget you were mad as soon as you saw it. Jung Hoseok had one of those faces that looked like it was made for smiling, it was a shame you hadn’t been witness to it. A small part of you predicted it would probably feel like looking upon the sun.

You quickly squashed that thought as you returned the hybrid’s grin and moved further into the house— your house. Jimin hovered in case you needed help, and you tried not to squeal like a preteen at how much of a sweetheart he was.

“So,” you began as you moved towards the kitchen, the only hybrid in the apartment that cared for your wellbeing trailing after you. “What brings you here today, Jimin?”

“Oh!” the male sounded behind you, and you glanced behind you to see his copper tail curling against his thigh. His eyes, a strange mixture of hazel, olive green and cocoa, were wide and clear as he smiled at you once more, the large, light brown ears atop his head flicking lightly. “We’re going—”

“We have dance.”

It was a curt voice that interrupted, and you nearly jumped a clear foot in the air as you entered the kitchen area to see Hoseok there already, leaning against the bench with his arms crossed. A light duffel bag was slung over his shoulder, and you tried not to look at how good the current position made his body look, especially in those clothes, damn him. It was much easier to focus on the fresh wave of fear and annoyance that washed over your insides at the sight of the irritated expression on the male’s handsome face. Oh Christ, you were about to get a lecture.

“Oh, hello Hoseok,” you greeted, smiling widely as you deposited your bag on one of the chairs at the table. “I didn’t know you were home!”

The male’s nose wrinkled at your words, amber eyes narrowing. It was always startling, meeting his gaze. The combination of golden-amber irises, rimmed by dark lashes and coupled with the dark, kohl-like colouring around the upper and outer corners of his eyes— a carryover from his hybrid genetics, no doubt— always awakened a sensation in the pit of your stomach and the bottom of your lungs that you didn’t quite know how to put a name to. It was like fear, but not. You weren’t sure but honestly if you ever managed to make Hoseok really angry, you were sure you were going to absolutely shit yourself at the end result of being truly glared at with those eyes.

As though he could sense your unease, Jimin’s hand found its way to the material of your sleeve and grasped it, a comforting weight. You couldn’t help the soft twitch of your lips.

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t know I was home,” he said, shapely lips forming a sharp frown. “Our shoes are literally sitting outside the door.”

You blinked. Were they? It was kind of hard to remember if they were or not, since you hadn’t really been watching where you were going. As soon as you saw your front door it was like you developed tunnel vision, and the only thing that was on your mind was what lay on the other side— your bed, and food.

Your eyes were drawn to the movement from the side, gaze falling upon the long, striped tail that was curling and flicking agitatedly against Hoseok’s thigh and the bench. Your lips formed a soft ‘o’.

“Oh,” you smiled at him. “You’re mad at me. What did I do this time?”

The male looked like he was physically restraining himself from causing you grievous harm, and Jimin looked torn between leaving you to comfort his friend and staying where he was.

After a deep breath, Hoseok was ready to talk. The smile that tugged his own lips was the best he could manage, and was the very visual definition of strained. “You left food out again,” he said. “We’re going to get ants, y/n.”

Your face wrinkled as you tried to think of what you could have possibly left out, before you followed his pointed gaze to a bag lying incriminatingly on the bench that was otherwise completely clear. You blinked. Your banana chips. Realisation caused a scowl to slip onto your face. Taehyung. That bastard came into your home, ate your food, then left it on the bench and incriminated you.

“To be fair,” you said, eyes still on the packet as you tried to assess how much Taehyung had eaten. It was facing away from you, so you couldn’t see. With a sense of resignation, you stepped towards it and took it into your grasp, peering inside. “While I will admit it’s my food, it was Taehyung that came in and— ugh, that bastard ate it all!”

Your cry of outrage was met with an amused look from Jimin and a raised brow from Hoseok. It seemed like his anger had diffused for now, but you could tell it would hurt his pride if he just let you off at this point, after all the trouble he’d gone to in reprimanding you.

“Nonetheless,” he grumbled, pushing off the bench, “It’s your food, make sure it doesn’t get left out.”

“Yes, sir,” you smarted without a single regard for the possible repercussions, still staring with a frown into your empty packet. Every day that went by, you were going to charge Taehyung interest on replacement. Today, he owed you one bag— tomorrow, it would be two. By the end of the week? Probably around seven, you hadn’t done maths recently enough to know for sure.

Jimin guffawed at your words, and you glanced up to see whatever annoyance had fled Hoseok before had quickly returned, colouring his face red. Instead of speaking, he simply huffed, turning on his heel and striding towards the door.

“Oh, are we going?” Jimin asked, ears flicking as his head turned to follow Hoseok’s path.

“Yes,” came his grumbled response, and Jimin turned to you with a smile.

“It’s been a while since we saw each other, we have to hang out soon,” he said, beginning to angle his body towards the door. You nodded in agreeance.

“Definitely,” you said with a smile, reaching up to scratch behind his ear. The male’s shoulders tensed up as he let out a soft, purr-like sound at the sensation, large grin tugging his lips. His tail uncurled from where it had been against his thigh and flicked happily.

The moment, however brief, was ruined by an annoyed call, “Jimin, come on, we’re gonna be late.”

The lemur flinched, blinking away the light haze that had begun entering his gaze, and shot you a sweet smile before he was turning and moving towards the door.

“I’ll text you, tell me when your schedule is free!”

You nodded, and then he was gone along with Hoseok, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen, holding an empty banana chip bag and pondering how to best get away with murder. Maybe you should just go over to Taehyung’s house and eat his food. Your brows rose— actually, that wasn’t such a bad idea. Throwing the bag in the bin, you grabbed your bag and moved down to your room. Your bed awaited you, and it was there where you continued planning how to best avenge your fallen chip soldiers.

x x x x x x x x

The next morning found you hurrying off the bus and wincing at the cool morning air that greeted you the second your foot met the path. You missed the warmth of the bus, but there was something satisfying about being at your university so early that the air was crisp against your cheeks and the sun wasn’t too harsh against your form as you basked in its rays. This morning you had an early class, but you’d left even earlier in hopes of avoiding Hoseok. It had seemed like your efforts weren’t in vain— the door to his room had been closed and beyond, you assumed he was still sleeping. A success in your book.

Conveniently, the library for your school was close to the bus stop that you got off at. Even more conveniently, your favourite cafe on the whole campus was directly across from the library, on the back end of the physiology building. It pleased you on days like this when you didn’t have to travel across campus for classes and instead they were all localised to this little area. Ah yes, your favourite days.

Considering you’d made efforts to get here much earlier than usual, there was about an hour before your class started. You’d skipped breakfast for the sake of catching the early bus, so before you’d even resolved to make the decision it was no surprise that your feet were already walking you in the direction of the cafe. The idea of the baked goods, the toasted sandwiches, the coffee… god you were salivating already.

You pushed into the cafe, the bell above the door tinkling prettily to alert the employees to your presence. Warmth graced your form as you stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind you softly. You wondered who was on shift this morning—

Attaching to the back of the short line, your gaze swept to the register and you froze. What the fuck. Now way, it wasn’t possible!

As the person currently at the counter moved off after placing their order and paying, and the line moved forward, the male donning an apron and bright smile looked over the rest of the people waiting to be served— and his amber eyes fell directly upon you. It was too late to run, he’d seen you. God damn it, you forgot that he worked at this cafe.

Hoseok glared at you as soon as he saw you, expression shifting alarmingly fast to a bright smile however as another customer made their way before him. It was a girl around your age, twirling some of her long, flaxen hair around her finger as she ordered with a coy bat of her lashes. You didn’t doubt Hoseok would have flirted back any other time, but your presence in his place of work seemed to have riled him up a bit. You smiled smugly to yourself. Maybe this wasn’t so bad— it was even better that he technically couldn’t be rude to you here. God, what was this feeling? This power running through your veins? Exhilarating. You couldn’t believe you didn’t know he worked the early shift before. This was great.

You couldn’t hide your eagerness to get to the front of the line, and by the time it was finally your turn to order you were almost bouncing on your toes.

“Wah, Hoseok, good morning!” you cheered in greeting, shooting him a bright, smug smile. He absolutely glowered at you, teeth gritting at his inability to be rude to a customer. You watched as his bushy, ringed tail flicked in annoyance behind him, smacking forcibly into the cupboard. You’d never been so thrilled in your life. “It’s a bit chilly this morning, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he answered shortly, fingers gripping the register so tightly that his knuckles gleamed white. “What can I get for you today, y/n?”

It looked like it physically pained him to say your name instead of something like “she-demon”, and you found it incredibly amusing. When Hoseok got this annoyed, his lips formed the most endearing pout. It was like looking at an angry toddler. His ears, white and fluffy, flicked back against his ashen blonde hair as he spoke.

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking a moment to gaze over the menu like you hadn’t been mentally planning what you were going to order the entire thirty-minute bus trip here. “I think… today I will get a mocha, large, with caramel flavouring please.”

Hoseok, averted his glower from you to the register as he tapped the order in. One of his co-workers, another cute male whose name-tag read Moonbin, sidled over as he noticed Hoseok’s tense form.

“Ah, Hoseok, you can go make that if you want, I’ll take the rest of her order! You’ve been on the register a while,” he said, bright smile melting your heart despite the fact it wasn’t even aimed at you.

Hoseok, however, seemed immune to the sunshine-like rays that beamed from his co-worker’s smile, and instead nodded, relinquishing the register with a grumble. He shot one last glare your way before he grasped a large take-away cup and scribbled the drink type on it with a green marker, moving away. You watched his tail lash the whole way behind him before it curled back around his leg and he got to work.

Your attention was recaptured once more by the cute barista that had taken Hoseok’s spot.

“Is there anything else we can get you?” he queried, aiming that bright, boyish smile at you. You nearly toppled as the full force of it hit you at once, your knees slightly weak.

“Actually, yes!” you said, doing your best to recover quickly. You returned his smile with a grin of your own, pointing to the glass display of mouth-watering goods to your right. “Can I please get a blueberry muffin? I was going to get, like, a toasted sandwich or something, but I’m not strong enough to resist a discount.”

Moonbin laughed, and you could have sworn you saw Hoseok roll his eyes. You were torn between satisfaction and annoyance at the observation.

“Sure thing,” he smiles once more, dark eyes casting warmth of their own over you. Were this a different situation, without your grumpy roommate in the picture, you might have been swooning. “Anything else?”

“No, that’s all today, thank you,” you said happily, enjoying the way Hoseok’s tail and ears flicked to betray his annoyance. It was so much more fun riling him up here— less terrifying to poke a bear when he couldn’t bite back.

“Alright, then that’ll be $8.25,” the barista informed you, and you happily paid. Those muffins were two dollars cheaper than usual today, so it felt like a small victory that you’d spent less than you’d resigned yourself to.

As soon as your order was complete you moved over to the side to await your drink— Moonbin had passed you the muffin once you paid since you didn’t have to wait for it to be made. The girl that had been waiting behind you the entire time shot you a glare as you moved. You tried not to laugh; she must have been there for Hoseok if she was bitter you’d made him move off the register.

It was early, and despite your best efforts you hadn’t had your caffeine hit yet and as a result found yourself slipping into a sleepy daze as you waited for your drink. God, Hoseok was taking a while making it. Your thoughts shifted off-track to the hybrid in question, and how the hell he managed to look so put-together considering he was at work this early? His hair wasn’t even messy, he didn’t have bags under his eyes… your tired ass could never. It made you even more annoyed that he had such a good bounce-back from early mornings.

After what felt like a whole decade later, your name was finally called and you looked to see your mocha sitting there in its cup alone on the bench, receipt beneath it. Letting out a pleased noise, you eagerly moved and grasped it, nabbing the receipt as you went. You got about five feet out the door and onto the footpath before you realised that the paper of the receipt felt a little different than usual— were they always this thick?

Perplexed, you slowed your walk a little and unfolded the receipt in your grasp. Your eyebrows shot up as you saw a folded sticky note inside the receipt, a heart scribbled upon the top. Incredulity and a shred of hopeful surprise flickered inside you. Did you… charm the cute barista? Was this a note containing his number? Holy shit… It would seem you were winning today, in more ways than one.

Trying not to show how eager you were, you unfolded the note with nimble fingers and allowed your eyes to follow the messily scrawled letters. You froze, steps coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s your turn to do the dishes tonight. Also, the hot water system is broken again— call the maintenance lady. xx”

You scowled, crumpling the note and slamming it into the nearest bin. A couple on the seats nearby sent you a startled look, but you just turned and strode towards the library, taking an angry sip of your drink.

He might have ruined your mood and might have been the worst housemate to ever exist, but at least he made a good caramel mocha.

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darkzorua100 · 5 years

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I first off like to say that a part of me is disappointed that we didn’t actually get the clash of the titans between Revolver and Soulburner. That duel would have just been so epic and I’m crossing my fingers so hard that they will end up having a rematch in the future. I’m very thankful though that the writers didn’t go the route I seriously thought they would have by having Lightning’s group show up to interrupt the duel just so Soulburner wouldn’t have actually lose because lets be real here, with the way he was acting, Revolver would have kicked his ass so badly if he wanted to.

No, I’m genuinely surprised how much I enjoyed this episode. Like holy crap, this was amazing for character development and season 1 nostalgia. This is a obvious statement but jesus everyone in this show needs therapy, even those that went to therapy need more therapy!

First off let’s talk about Takeru/Soulburner. This episode really solidified a big character flaw of his. His emotions. When his anger gets the better of him, he really doesn’t not think straight. His dueling, while it might not seem like it on the surface, was just so rash, summoning his ace monster whose effect makes it so much better to summon it in the late game but he summoned it right out of the gate just to have a big beater on the field. And I just love how Flame was the one to address this. He was willing to risk Flame’s very life, when it wasn’t necessary in the first place, just to get his revenge on Revolver. And guess what, he didn’t care. He put his own partner’s existence at risk, not thinking of the consequences of his actions, because all he was thinking about in that very moment was getting even at Revolver for the Hanoi Project and his parents’ death. If Revolver was actually going to be dueling for keeps, he would have destroyed him because Soulburner wasn’t thinking straight at all. He would have lost Flame because his anger got the best of him in that moment. Interesting implications for what this could mean for the future because now that this fatal flaw of Takeru’s has been addressed, it is definitely going to come back to bite him in the ass and the next time this happens, he is going to lose Flame and who knows how Takeru is going to react to that. After all, Flame is the one that has been helping Takeru through all of his problems, the one that has been addressing his problems and helping him find a solution for them. His depression, his lack of confidence in himself, his anger. I’m genuinely worried about Takeru’s emotion state if he actually does lose Flame. It is definitely not going to be pretty.

Now Ryoken/Revolver. Oh my god, and I thought his guilt complex was bad during season 1. It seriously has gotten so much worse during season 2. Now I know the fandom is very divided when it comes to Ryoken/Revolver as a character. You either love his guts or you want to stab said guts. There really is no middle ground when it comes to him. Still, regardless if you hate the guy or love him, you can’t deny his impact on the show. This guy has had a hand in everything that has happen at this point. And that really has not been a good thing for Ryoken’s mental state. This whole duel, Revolver allowed Soulburner to use him as a punching bag to unleash his frustration on because in his eyes, he probably thinks he deserves it as the son of the man who destroyed Takeru’s life. And it is just sad because when it comes to the Hanoi Project, Ryoken did nothing wrong! Yes he was the reason that Yusaku ended up in the Hanoi Project but do I have to restate the fact that he was just a kid! Heck I even went back to episode 43, the episode where we got Ryoken’s backstory, and he even states it himself that he had no idea what was actually going on! So no, you actually can’t blame him for that. If anything, he saved his life! Those six kids probably would have died if Ryoken didn’t do what he did. But as we all know, Ryoken couldn’t feel good about that because life had to guilt him with ever choice he makes. Geez, Ryoken seriously is just the unofficial 7th Lost Child. This single event destroyed his life as well and has continued to destroy it. He became Revolver when he was 13. That just says a lot right there. He is just so obsessed with completing his father’s work that’s lets say he actually does destroy all six Ignises. Then what? Where does he seriously go from there? I don’t know and it is concerning when you remember that he was planning on suicide bombing Link Vrains just to kill the Ignis.

I do like to mention Yusaku/Playmaker role in this whole thing. As good as this duel was for Ryoken and Takeru’s characters, this whole thing probably could have been avoid if he just told Takeru what the heck was up when it come to Revolver. Yeah we know Yusaku isn’t some social butterfly, and in his mind probably didn’t think it was his right to tell Takeru about Ryoken without his permission, but you seriously didn’t tell Takeru anything?! You could have left the detail out about who Revolver actually was, again that feels like something Ryoken should do personally (and holy crap he actually did in front of everyone. That made my jaw drop when he revealed his real life identity to everyone) but you could have at least told him that Revolver was the one to save you guys from the Hanoi Project and inform him that he wasn’t the one directly responsible for it. I feel like this is a trust issue between them that needs to be addressed but isn’t going to be. Yusaku has shown that he’s a bit protective of Takeru after the whole Blood Shepherd’s incident but that doesn’t mean you just leave the guy in the dark when it comes to the same event that you both were apart of. He has a right to know as well, Yusaku. I mean yeah he needed to get that build up anger out of his system but this situation still could have been handled so much better if you just told him the truth. Though with that in mind, I take it he doesn’t know about Spectre being a Lost Child either? Yeah we just need to sit Takeru down and tell him everything huh?

Now for the other half of the episode. The return of the Tower of Hanoi. Holy crap, that was awesome. I love when shows take a symbol that was once used as destruction and turn it into something the heroes can use later down the line. The Tower of Hanoi has essentially been turned into the symbol of the alliance between Team Playmaker and the Knights of Hanoi since they all came together to turn it into a locator for Lightning. That was just the highlight of my week. I also liked how Takeru and Flame had a moment together about this alliance. Ryoken knows that Takeru sucks at coding but he still had him show up, knowing that he was going to be pissed at him, just so he could get his anger out of his system. I just love how in his own way Ryoken cares for each of the Lost Incident victims and wants to make up to them for what his father did. They are still going to have to fight against each other later down the line but I’m going to enjoy this alliance and Ryoken being a big brother figure to the Lost Childen as long as I can. On another note, I find it interesting how in this episode we find out how Neo Link Vrains wasn’t even a fixed up and improved Link Vrains but simply a new version of it. The old was so destroyed because of the Tower of Hanoi that SOL Technologies couldn’t fix it or they simply didn’t even try to. Knowing SOL, they probably didn’t even try.

The Frog and Pigeon. I love how Revolver wasn’t having any of their crap and just trapped them in a hamster ball and just decided on the spot that “hey I have a frog and pigeon as pets now.” I truly do love this meme lord. He really make this show so much more fun. I do like how he allowed them to come along with him and the others when they were entering Mirror Link Vrains. I truly do think Revolver is going to use them to show the world that the Knights of Hanoi are fighting for a good reason and that the Ignises are a threat to humanity. Don’t think the start of season 3 is looking to good in Playmaker’s favor if he and his team are going to be seen as the enemies in that case for supporting humanity’s greatest threat.

So a last few things to add before I wrap this up. Playmaker/Ai, Soulburner/Flame, Blue Maiden/Aqua, Revolver, and Spectre are the ones heading into Mirror Link Vrains. Ghost Girl is staying behind to watch over normal Link Vrains should Lightning unleash an attack while everyone is gone. Kusanagi is watching over the boys as always, the rest of the Knights are watching over Revolver and Spectre as while as the rest of the network, and Blue Maiden...well she is a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone watching over her. We got to see Bohman and Haru during this episode. Bohman seems to be getting his final upgrades and he thanks Haru for watching over him as a brother during his beginning states but Haru just tells him he did so because of his orders. Interesting how Bohman still see Haru as his brother and I wonder if that’s going to have any effect in the upcoming episodes for the both of them? Bohman did say an infamous line from ARC-V, implying that him and Haru are also going to be joining together at some point and it makes it wonder if he’s actually going to go through with that? Ai finally fulfilled his promise to Roboppy and made her smarter and I’m 100% sure that’s going to have some terrible repercussions. Akira seems to have made a program to protect Link Vrains so hopefully he will be joining Ghost Girl soon in guard duty. Windy...I don’t even know what the heck he is wearing. The tiny cape and eyepatch are just amazing. He isn’t to happy about his new appearance though. Seriously hoping his Origin has a similar design because parallels.

But yeah a really good episode. I bash on this show a lot but when it does good things, they are really good things. The preview is also looking promising because with what we saw of Haru this episode and what was stated about him in the preview, it really looks like Blue Maiden might actually get the win and get through to Haru. This will be a nice call back if so to season 1 during her duel against Spectre on how she tried and failed to save him because she truly didn’t understand him. Maybe this time she will with Haru? If not, and she actually does end up losing, the fake out is real.

We also have the summary for episode 87 now and yeah Spectre vs Lightning is going to be two parts. Seems that Spectre has taken back the lead but I’m still 100% he isn’t beating Lightning. I am curious now though, after thinking about it, that if he does end up getting killed during this duel, similar to how he felt Earth’s death, will Go end up feeling Spectre’s death because Earth is inside of him? Again I’m a sucker for parallels so I’m very curious to see if Go will be on the cast list for this episode because of this. Also Revolver’s reaction. Lightning has just been going for Ryoken’s throat, trying to wear him down by taking out his allies. If he takes out Spectre, that will be a hard blow to Revolver. If Lightning does have a clone of Dr. Kogami around here somewhere, oh boy here come the pain train. Next stop, Revolver.

#vrains #vrains spoilers #Thoughts #theories

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overenthusiasticcartoonlover · 5 years

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Yeah, Sure

Chapter 3

So I hate to ask a favor, but we need some extra practice time before competitions. Is there any way we could come to your school’s gym again? -Mona 15:30

Louisa smiles softly at the text message, just finishing up some classwork in the library. She gathers her stuff and puts it away, before responding.

It’s no trouble. Let me check with Prof. Yoko. -Louisa 15:35

She heads out to the physical building, trying not to let it bother her, when one of the girls from her class goes out of their way to avoid her. No one’s talked to her at all in the past couple of weeks, and so she’s been doing their latest project alone, not that it really matters that much. She didn’t even want to come to school in the first place.

She slips into Prof. Yoko’s office, knocking softly on her door, and heading inside when she gets the go ahead from the teacher.

“Good afternoon, Louisa. How may I help you?” Prof. Yoko folds her hands on her desk, her aura lit up with a fondness that Louisa tends to associate with her. She’s definitely Louisa’s favorite teacher, and Louisa can tell Prof. Yoko likes her enough to be considered among her favorites as well.

“I just wanted to see if there are anymore available times for the aerial manifestation gym this week.” Louisa clasps her hands together.

“There’s not a lot of times, especially since competitions are Saturday, but I’m sure I can find you a little extra time in the schedule.” Prof. Yoko taps on her computer, pulling up the gym times, “There’s an hour and a half tomorrow from four thirty to six, and five to six tonight. Would those work?”

“Yes. We’ll take both of them. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I can’t wait to see you and your team at competitions.” Prof. Yoko plugs in the times, waving Louisa off.

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Rey flips off of Louisa’s manifested ring for her, and onto the branch stretched out in from of them, a ball of energy this afternoon, “Competitions are this weekend!”

Louisa kicks her own ring into a lazy spin, the girls winding down for the evening, “Yep. We’re all staying the full four hours for Friday practice, right?”

“Yes!” Rey spins across the branch, over to where Mona’s ring is set up, giggling the whole time.

Mona watches her with a fond chuckle, leaning her head on the vine covered ring she’s in, “This is the most excited I’ve seen you, since I agreed to do aerial manifestation.”

“I love performing!” Rey plops down on the branch, hooking her legs to steady her, as she hangs upside down, a squeal leaving her lips, “And this is such a cool sport! And you guys are letting me do it with you!”

Louisa sucks in a breath at that, a smile spilling across her lips, “Well, of course we are. You really like aerial, and you’re honestly the best out of all of us.”

Rey pulls herself up, her lip quivering as she looks at Louisa, “Do you really think that?”

Louisa presses her cheek against her ring and nods, cooing when Rey launches herself over to wrap her in a hug.

“Oh, I adore you, sol.” Louisa squishes her in a return hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Do you two want to go to a restaurant with me for dinner?”

Mona kicks her feet, thinking it over for a moment, before nodding, “Might as well. Let me just text our foster dads first.”

Rey positively nestles into Louisa, her eyes watering, “You’re so sweet. Why are you so sweet?”

Louisa strokes her hair with a bright smile, “You deserve it. I’m half considering adopting you as my sisters.”

Rey starts crying at that, while Mona gets out her phone to text their dads, her own aura filling with love at that statement.

Louisa has to steady Rey, when someone bangs loudly on the door, the brown-eyed girl startled by the noise. Louisa checks her watch, humming to herself, “We’ve still got, like five minutes.”

“We aren’t doing anything anyway. Rey and I can drop to the ground level and head out that way.” Mona puts away her phone, holding out a hand to Rey.

The two girls head down, while Louisa uses her manifestation to get back up to the tight wire, and head back over to the balcony. She undoes the lock on the door, opening it and setting a hand on her hip, “It’s five till. What’s with the unnecessary pounding on the door?”

Gaige bristles at that, while the extremely long haired girl next to him tilts her head from side to side, “I mean, she has a point.”

The other four with them just seem mildly irritated, aside from the redheaded guy that confronted Louisa a couple weeks ago, his aura is pissed.

“Why do you lock the door to practice? Are you afraid someone’s going to steal your routine or something?” A girl with dark red hair leans her arms on a pink haired girl’s shoulder, her aura just coated in curiosity, despite the underlying anger in it.

“I would be a dick and make you wait the full, now four minutes,” Louisa checks her watch, before shrugging her shoulders and throwing the door open, “but we just finished up, so you’re welcome.”

She walks to the edge of the balcony and jumps off without saying anything else, knowingly leaving them frustrated.

“Who needs that many spices on their food?!” Mona covers her mouth, a snort escaping it, as Louisa continues adding more spices from the tray their waiter gave them.

Louisa’s eyes glitter teasingly, when she looks up from her meal, “Want me to season yours too?”

“No thank you. I don’t think my ass could handle that.”

Rey nearly chokes on her tamale, having to take it out of her mouth, before bursting into raucous laughter, earning a fond look from one of the guys cooking behind the counter.

Louisa soon starts laughing with her, Mona joining in after a beat, until the whole table has dissolved into a fit of giggles.

The girls continue eating, soon getting on the topic of books, since they’ve all got a shared interest in stories. Louisa accidentally slips into full Esñan for a sentence, Rey letting out a chuckle, while Mona just seems confused.

“Rey, did you understand that?” Mona raises an eyebrow at her friend, tilting her head with it.

Rey tucks her head and nods, reaching up to rub the back of her neck, “I’m fluent in Esñan, Lire, and Respu.”

“Wow. That’s awesome!” Louisa takes a bite of her vegetables, swallowing before speaking, “It took me forever to relearn Lire, and I’m not even going to bother keeping up my Respu.”

“How do you know Respu?” Mona’s already finished with her food, way too quick of an eater.

“I was raised in a small Esñan magic community, about a two hour bus ride from Novurbs, by my abuela, before I even knew that I was unwillingly adopted by Kiara. My sisters and I went into the city a lot, because our library had a very limited collection of books.” Louisa pushes her food with her fork, her heart giving a sad beat.

Rey reaches over and wraps Louisa in a hug, “What happened to them?”

Louisa looks over at her, then hugs her back tightly, ignoring how her eyes are starting to water, “Nothing happened to them. Something happened to me. I- My father, my biological father, found me about three years ago and took custody of me. He kind of cut off all my communication with them, and I didn’t realize it until last year. I thought they were mad at me, or something. I tried to get in contact with them again, but they had up and moved. No one from our old barrio knows where either, or how to get a hold of them, so it’s possible I’ll never see them again.”

Mona sucks in a breath at that, before scooting over to hug her as well, “Well, you’ve got us, if you want us.”

Louisa actually starts crying at that, squishing them both in a hug, “I’m more than okay with that. I love you two.”

Rey starts crying with her, happily nuzzling her shoulder, her and Mona speaking at the same time, “We love you too.”

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Louisa, Rey, and Mona head into the gym for their last practice before competitions. Louisa’s been trying to convince the girls to switch to this school, after hearing a bit about their current school. She can tell that it’s starting to work. Rey’s completely on board, but she won’t say so, continuously looking back at Mona, who’s been asking Louisa a bunch of questions, her aura seeming a bit more accepting with every answer.

Louisa opens the door to the balcony, giggling softly, after Rey makes a pun about space, “That was bad, hermana.”

Rey positively beams, while Mona just raises an eyebrow, her sight turned toward the gym.

Louisa follows Mona’s eyesight, rolling her eyes at Gaige and his group working still, “And we’re even a little late today. Hey! It’s sixteen fifteen, you guys! Your practice time is up!”

A few of them still in their spots, everyone’s eyes turned to Gaige, who’s aura is extremely smug, even though a little confusion lights in it, when he sees Rey and Mona, Rey tucking into Mona’s side worriedly.

Gaige and his redheaded friend use two sets of manifestations to swing over to them, “It’s not actually. Prof. Tate said, since we need the extra hours to practice, your group and mine can just share the practice space, until eighteen.”

“My agreement with Prof. Yoko, was that we’d have the gym to ourselves, and Prof. Yoko has ultimate decision in the schedule.” Louisa sets a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Actually, Prof. Yoko and Prof. Tate both have decision over the schedule, so either share the gym with us, or get lost.” The redheaded boy bares his teeth at Louisa, instantly setting her off.

Louisa balls her fists, her aura reaching dangerous levels of anger. Mona just reaches over and sets a hand on her shoulder, looking the boys over calmly, “We can’t practice, if you’re in the gym with us.”

Gaige’s aura at least seems to relax with an explanation, turning to look at Mona instead, “If you can’t practice with us in the gym, then how do you plan to do competitions.”

“That’s different, tú gilipolla.” Louisa’s voice comes out in a low hiss, her arms waving in frustration, “You’re our competitors, and no one knows who we are for competitions; unless, one, they’ve seen the person’s routine and recognize it, or two, they tell them.”

“You don’t want to share the gym, because you’re worried we’ll recognize you?” Gaige raises an eyebrow at them, his arms coming across his chest, “Just put up a curtain then.”

Louisa opens her mouth at that, then crosses her arms and looks at the ground, “I can’t focus on holding up that big of a manifestation for so long, and still work through our routines.”

Rey chuckles fondly at that, reaching over and rubbing Louisa’s back gently. Mona scrunches her nose and looks up at Gaige, “We can’t share the gym with you, and we need the full practice time. I’m sorry. Isn’t there another place you can practice?”

“I could ask you the same question.” The redheaded boy glares down at Mona, still fiercely against them.

Mona looks back at him, her face blank, “Louisa would kill me if I suggested we work in the park again, so no, there isn’t.”

“We’re not going to another gym, and we also need the practice time. I’m sorry, but I’m not budging.” Gaige reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Louisa balls her fists, twisting on her heel, “I’m going to cool down, and then we’ll discuss this with Prof. Yoko and Prof. Tate.”

Rey sighs softly and shares a look with Mona, before following Louisa out of the room. Mona nods at the two, then turns to look at the boys, “Do you really need the extra practice time, or are you just trying to piss Louisa off? You know this is our time. She informed you last time you requested to take up our practice time.”

Gaige just runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath, “We really do need the practice time. I didn’t know she had a team, or friends. She’s really standoffish.”

“That’s an understatement. She’s a complete asshole. How in the world are you friends with her?” The redheaded boy throws his hands to his sides, glaring viciously out the door.

Mona eyes him over, then decides to ignore him, turning back to Gaige, “She was kind enough to give me a genuine place to practice, even before we became a group. From our point of view, what you’re doing is extremely rude.”

“We’re being rude?! Y-”

“Nash.” Gaige holds up a hand to cut off his friend, looking so ready to be done with this conversation, “Look… Um, what’s your name?”

“I don’t see why you need to know that.” Mona scrunches her nose, when she sees the other four members of their group head over to them, “Anyway, if you won’t leave in the time Louisa specifically blocked out for us, then I need to find her, so we can bring this discussion to someone else.”

Mona waits for a response, Gaige opening his mouth for a moment, before closing it and tilting his head, “I’m sorry, but what? Why won’t you tell me your name?”

“My reasons are my own.” Mona takes a step back, deciding that she’s not going to get a direct response.

Prof. Yoko leans against her chair, Prof. Tate pressing a hand to his forehead next to her, “I mean, Louisa did technically block out the space for a closed practice. Louisa, are you sure you can’t share the space? It’s a full four hours.”

“Well, it’s closer to three hours now, and yes. We can’t practice with other people in our space.” Louisa crosses her arms across her chest, still rather frustrated, despite her cool-down with Rey.

“Then we’re going to have to give the time to Louisa. I’m sorry, Gaige. Next time, you’ll just need to block out the space ahead of time.” Prof. Tate sighs heavily, sinking back against his chair.

Gaige lets out a long breath, before nodding his head, “Okay, Prof. Tate. Thank you for your time.”

Gaige bows to the professors, before heading out of the room. Louisa sticks back for a moment, running a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry we had to have that mediated. Thank you for listening to us.”

“It’s no problem Louisa. Thank you for trying to solve the issue, before coming to us.” Prof. Yoko smiles at her warmly, “Good luck with your practice.”

Louisa bows to her, before heading out of the office and back the practice room, where the other group is leaving, most of them giving Louisa rude looks.

Louisa closes the door behind her, then sinks to the floor and presses her face into her hands, “I’m so sorry.”

Rey and Mona both blink at that, before Rey plops down and scoops her up in a hug, “Hey, hey. It’s not your fault. They were the ones that knowingly tried to take our time.”

Louisa nestles against her, starting to cry, “I-I just hate dealing with pe-eople so much, and wh-y would they do that? Why d-don’t they just leave me alone?”

Mona plops down next to them with a soft sigh, reaching over to rub her back, “People are strange creatures. It’s their fault if they’re upset.”

Louisa wipes her eyes and nods, still feeling a little overwhelmed, “Th-thanks. Just gi-ive me a minute to clear myself, and then we can get to practice.”

“Take your time. Rey and I can go through our routine first, so you can clear without worrying.” Mona pats her head and straightens up, sharing a smile with Rey.

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Chapters one and two are on my blog, under the Over’s Stories tab.

(Author’s Note: If you haven’t read the other chapters yet, and want to know why they really can’t share the practice space, it’s because Rey is a non-magic, and if it got out that she’s doing Aerial Manifestation with Mona and Louisa, then they’ll kick her out of competitions, and won’t let her perform.)

#Over's stories #magic #a magic world #original story #I've already written about thirty thousand words on this story #but I have posted much because I'm not sure if anyone's actually interested in this one #This is the new Emotional Charms story by the way #Since I'm actually motivated to finish this one

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pjo-hoo-nextgen · 6 years

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Star Wars AU

This gets me pumped! Feel free to add on with your thoughts or message me questions!!!

The Parents all have different roles as far as things like that go.

Frank is definitely a very prestigious trooper general for the Republic. Except he’s not cloned but recruited.

Percy is definitely a Jedi albeit an unconventional one and is a bit like Luke when it comes to temptation by the dark side but he’s made peace with himself and fights the good fight. (As for Maria I get to that later)

Annabeth is also like Frank. She’s a high ranking general but also serves as part of the senate because she is great at handling politics.

Leo is a mechanic and one of the best!

Calypso is pretty normal albeit a bit more force inclined than the average bear.

Hazel is a also a Jedi but much more connected to the force side of things that allows people to move objects.

Jason is the golden boy Jedi but he’s got his girl Piper who is one of the best pilots around the galaxy.

Will is obviously a stellar medic.

Nico is part of the Jedi counsel but he doesn’t officially operate under the Republic. He sort of freelances.

Reyna is in charge of the more prestigious Jedi guard and actually ranks over Percy and Jason simply because the boys had the same position once but done and messed up.

Thalia was part of the dark side originally (thanks to good old Luke, her mom coughing up her brother to the counsel, and then later getting taken to the good old sixth place) she ends up busting out and joining a group of bounty hunters.

Okay now that that’s out of the way;

The kids exist because Percy made the counsel change the rules about not having families. He told them the only reason he fought so hard to protect the republic was because of his own family.

People aren’t pleased but they accept it and change the law.

The gods also act as the super top tier Jedi Counsel and once it’s discovered that they all pretty much had kids of their own they can’t really argue.

Besides Annabeth said the policy had already been broken and it was simply just a wanna be ideal at that point.

Anyways, Maria gets trained at an early age along with Jaxon.

The two are definitely rivals and it doesn’t help that their tutors pair them up for everything.

Grey is adopted like normal and he isn’t too force sensitive but he enjoys the history and helps his friends master moves.

Andy ends up becoming an expert pilot as well but he does have a bit of force sensitivity.

I also like the idea of him having sassy conversations over head sets;

Eli: He decides to follow after his dad and join the troopers feeling more comfortable with a long range weapon than a sword.

Sol: She surpriseingly also becomes a pilot which is beneficial to have a mechanic in the air with you. She and Andy work well together and can run circles around a lot of the younger recruits.

Thia: In this AU she’d be adopted and sort of found out on accident because Sndy stumbles upon her and basically took her home asking if he could keep her and Piper was like, “Don’t think so.”

Anyways Thalia and Reyna both get a wired vibe about her. Sort of that she’s both really powerful and somehow doesn’t have any visible capabilities at all. Being curious they sort of take her under their wing and then get attached.

The kids team up on accident during a nasty run in at a temple where sith insurgents try to nab some baby Jedi kids. They like to take them, wipe their memories, and then raise them as their own.

They only know about the temple incident because Thia has this nasty looking vision and she freaks out and basically tells them they have to move their asses.

Essentially our kiddos kick major butt and all the parents are surprised but also terrified as to how no one noticed he kids were taking on well trained siths.

Also I like the dueling visuals in my head;

Like Maria going ham^

She and Jaxon actually working together^

Bad ass Eli and Frank^

Cute moments like this ^

Etc. please ask questions and let me know your thoughts!!!!

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That painfully awkward time Chet asked Sol out in the nurse’s office and Sol said no.

2332 words.

They sat in the nurse’s office, Sol bruised and unsmiling, Chet with a black eye and a grin.

In cots across from each other, Sol looked at Chet and sighed. Chet was way too cheerful for someone who just gotten into a fight with a six foot two, two hundred pounds football player.

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It was a long story.

The short version was that there had been a soccer game, Chet had been called out for cheating, and it had become a fight. The long version was mostly the same, except with more details so the entire thing actually made sense.

See, Chet was on the soccer team and that meant he played matches with other schools occasionally. The problem was his play style, which toed the line into rule-breaking but never went over it. Almost cheating but not quite, so he usually got away with it.

Except this time, some kid from another school, whose friends were playing, had been watching from the stands. He saw Chet kick his buddies’ shins and hadn’t liked it. It was bad luck that he had been mad enough to storm onto the field and worse luck that he was built like a brick.

No one knew who had thrown the first punch, just that a punch had been thrown, and then two boys were scrabbling on the field, each trying to beat the other into the ground.

There had been yells of pain, screams of anger, and enough foul language to make a sailor blush. Even a small crowd around them, though no one dared step in - there was something about the way Chet didn’t hesitate to use his teeth while the other boy didn’t hesitate to knock his teeth out with his fists.

Sol had watched from the sidelines as Chet got punched in the face and promptly proceeded to bite the other boy’s hand. Then he had gotten up from his seat while questioning his life choices because he was Chet’s best friend and cared too much to let him get hit repeatedly. Sometimes that meant doing the things no one else wanted to do, like getting between an American football player and a British football player.

After all, Chet wasn’t exactly winning the fight.

So, in one of the most terrifying moments of his life, Sol had pulled them apart. It took everything he had to grab Chet by the arms and drag him away. No one was looking where they were hitting, which meant he had gotten his fair share of blows and probably cried a little.

As they left, it was a testament to just how much he was dealing with that Chet stuck out his tongue and gave the other boy the finger.

Sol had wanted to burst into tears.

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So yeah, they were in the nurse’s office.

They were both a mess, faces bruised and dirt-streaked, clothes rumpled and torn. At least Chet was in his soccer uniform - Sol was in his school uniform. His parents were going to kill him.

Sol’s cheek stung from where he had been punched and the rest of his body ached too. Watching Chet swing his legs merrily, an ice pack over half his face, he wanted to hold his head in his hands. Leave it to Chet Chester to cause problems then smile about it. Sometimes he was way too much and Sol could not keep up.

He was just a quiet kid whose life was supposed to be nothing of note whatsoever. He wasn’t supposed to watch fights happen nor jump into them. He wasn’t even supposed to have friends who got into fights. So it was really, really weird that his best – and only – friend was a guy who taunted football players until they were mad enough to explode.

Why Chet had felt the need to do that, Sol didn’t know. But it had been as clear as the tilt of his head, the way he shifted to lean on one leg, hands on his hips like he was supremely smug about everything. Even if Chet hadn’t started the fight, in the sense that the guy had approached him and not the other way around, anyone could’ve seen that he had egged him on.

Sometimes it was like Chet had enough confidence for multiple people, like he thought he was invincible against the world.

Sol was glad he had torn him away. No way Chet would’ve come out with anything less than a broken nose if he hadn’t jumped in. As it stood, he had nearly been elbowed in the nose for helping him.

He would do it again, would help Chet as many times as he needed to, but really, Chet could try to get into less scrapes to begin with. For one, the side of Sol’s face was really starting to hurt.

With a sigh, he looked up to see Chet grinning at him.

“Cheer up, Sol!” Chet was saying. He leaned back and straightened his legs, stretching them out so he took up an obnoxious amount of space. “Your face looks like shit, go get an ice pack. The fridge is right there.”

Chet spoke while gesturing energetically with his hands, which Sol found both charming and annoying and couldn’t tell which it was more of. Though as he pointed to the fridge and shooed Sol away, it was closer to annoying.

“Fine,” Sol said grudgingly and got up.

He was way too nervous as he walked towards the fridge. The nurse had stepped out but it was still fine to open it, right? Sol didn’t know about touching things without permission, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything bad, he was just getting an ice pack. Even if he wished he didn’t need an ice pack at all.

Sol rubbed his arm, which hurt terribly, and wondered if he should be icing there or his face. But the bruise would be covered by his sleeve while the one on his face would be there for everyone to see, so he slapped the ice pack on his face and sat back down.

“Everything hurts,” he complained, just for the sake of complaining. “Someone hit me in the face. And the arm. And everywhere else.”

Had it been too much to ask that the two of them kept their fists to each other and not Sol? The least they could’ve done was aim properly.

Chet raised an eyebrow on the side of his face that wasn’t covered. “Me too, actually,” he replied. “Someone hit me in the face and the arm and everywhere else. It was a fight, Sol, what did you expect?” He lifted his ice pack and showed Sol the black eye that was beginning to form.

“Yeah well, I wasn’t even in the fight. I was trying to get you out of it.”

“I know,” Chet said and his voice dropped. “I know. Thanks, Sol.”

It was such a simple thing to say, but it made Sol’s chest feel tight nonetheless. He didn’t need Chet to thank him, not when they both knew no matter what Chet did, Sol would always have his back, but it was nice to hear. Really nice actually, and now Sol had to look away because he didn’t know what to say.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, hoping he wasn’t making a weird expression. The ice pack was cold against his cheek, and he shifted slightly. “As long as you weren’t the one who hit me in the face.”

“Pretty sure that wasn’t me,” Chet said and smiled. He leaned forward, studying Sol’s bruise. “Yep, totally the other guy, that bastard.”

Actually, Sol had seen a flash of freckles before he’d seen stars so he had a feeling the other guy, as much of a bastard he was, wasn’t the one who did it. Not that he was going to say anything about it to Chet.

“Yeah. Fuck him,” he said instead. It was possible that he was a bit of an enabler.

“Right?” Chet said and frowned. “I didn’t even do anything and he just stomped on the field and started yelling in my face.”

Sol made a sympathetic noise and nodded.

“He said I was cheating, and I wasn’t. I have the entire rulebook memorized,” Chet said. “Everything I did was within the rules, it’s not my fault if the rules are stupid. Make better rules if you don’t want people taking advantage of them!”

It was nice that Chet was willing to admit he was twisting the rules so he could play soccer like a madman. Sol thought that made him kind of cool.

Chet propped his chin on one hand and managed to look both thoughtful and mad at the same time. “At least I got him back. You saw me kick him in the shins, right? Bet he’ll have a bruise for weeks. I hope he thinks of me when he sees it.”

He had the beginnings of a wicked smile on his face, though it dropped once he saw Sol’s unease. Back slumping, he let out a low sigh. “Okay, okay, I’m done talking now,” Chet said.

“Sure.” Sol figured Chet had a lot to get out and hoped he had done a good enough job listening. “I hope you... feel better?” He nudged Chet’s foot with his own, and Chet brightened.

“I do! Talking always makes me feel better. Talking to you always makes me feel better.” He paused and fell into a contemplative silence.

When Chet spoke again, there was something new in his voice.

“You were great back there. I was gonna get my ass kicked and you really helped me out,” Chet said. He looked down at his feet and jiggled a leg. “Actually, you do that a lot? Helping me and being there and stuff. It’s… really nice. You’re really nice.”

There was something helpless about his words, small and tight and unsure. But when he looked up again, Chet’s mouth was set in a hard line.

“I think I might like you. We should go out.”

Sol opened his mouth and nothing came out.

Chet was saying he liked him. Chet was saying he liked him and they should go out.

Suddenly, the room felt far too warm. Even the ice pack on Sol’s face wasn’t cold enough, not with how his cheeks felt like they were burning up. Sol wanted to duck his head and run outside, then find a quiet corner to hide in. But Chet’s stare kept him pinned in place. He had the look of a cornered animal who was waiting for Sol’s next move. The way he glared at him was intense, like he was challenging Sol to say something about it.

“Um,” Sol croaked and that was good, that was the start of something. Of what, Sol wasn’t sure, but it was something.

Chet made Sol feel things, things that he didn’t understand. He didn’t know why he always went to Chet’s games, or jumped into fights for him, or sat in the nurse’s office with him, an ice pack on his face. It was just what he did because he was Sol and Chet was Chet.

They were friends. They were friends. If Sol liked being around Chet, liked talking to him and seeing him happy, it was because they were friends. And it was scary to think about them not being friends.

Going out with Chet meant things would be different in a way Sol knew nothing about. It wasn’t like he had dated anyone before, so already, he was hopelessly out of his element.

What would it even be like?

Sol couldn’t imagine them going on cute little walks, getting ice cream and staring longingly into each other’s eyes. Thinking about holding Chet’s hand made him dizzy and faint, and he was terrified of how Chet would feel leaning into him. Maybe Chet would be all warm and comfortable and he’d even loop an arm around Sol’s waist. Then they’d be close, really close, and all Sol had to do was duck his head down before they were -

No. No. Sol wasn’t doing this. He wasn’t thinking about it. He wasn’t having a quiet freak-out in front of Chet, not at all. He was going to pull himself together, look up, and actually give Chet a response -

And oh no, Chet looked exactly how Sol felt.

Chet was... well, he was still sitting there. He was shifting uncomfortably, glancing at Sol one moment and looking away the next. He was dead silent too, which wasn’t like him at all and that was how Sol knew he was terrified for real.

Sol had been quiet for so long that it was probably making Chet think the worst, when in truth, Sol didn’t want to reject him or anything. He didn’t want to turn him down or break his heart, he just didn’t know what to say. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But it was okay. Sol was going to open his mouth and say words, actual words that would make Chet understand right away.

He steadied himself with a hand on his knee, the beginnings of a syllable on his lips, and then Chet interrupted him.

“Nevermind, forget it,” Chet said, tense enough to make Sol stop in his tracks. “I wasn’t thinking. I was joking. Kidding around! I didn’t actually mean it, okay?” He laughed and it was not a pleasant sound. “I say weird stuff after getting hit on the head.”

This was what people did when they were embarrassed, take it back and pretend it didn’t mean anything. But, Sol thought, this was also what people did when they were joking and the other person had taken them too seriously.

Sol didn’t trust himself to know which was which.

But as Chet resolutely turned away from him, Sol wanted to tell him that he would’ve said yes.

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